Galactic Bandits Compilation

by Duke Campbell

  She really was feeling insecure, wasn’t she? This was bewildering to Regan, who saw her only as fierce, beautiful, and in charge until now. And while the fierceness hadn’t left her gaze, her vulnerability seemed in conflict with it.

  “Arkei,” Regan began very seriously. “I see no imperfections in you.”

  “But certainly you—” Arkei started, but Regan reached out and grabbed her arm—the robotic one. The sudden motion surprised her, and she stopped speaking immediately, her eyes wide and locked onto his.

  The movement surprised Regan as well. But he left his hand there. He wasn’t sure how else to assure her that he meant what he said.

  He moved his thumb up and down a bit, feeling the inner workings of her forearm. It was strange how the mechanics responded, sort of like a living machine.

  “I don’t know why Straya’s got you so flustered. She’s just some punk you’re keeping hostage in case she proves to be useful.”

  He took a step closer, continuing to grip her arm.

  Arkei finally looked away. “The way she looked at you. The way she spoke so freely about you in your presence. Only a Class C could speak to another Class C with such confidence.”

  “You’re wrong,” Regan said. “And besides, this whole Class B and C and A bullshit means nothing to me. These are terms I just learned and have little context for. You are Arkei and I am Regan and that’s all there is to it.”

  With her blue arm, she reached out and touched his shoulder. Then she pulled him toward her. She was stronger than he was. And again, the grip from her hand seemed to pulse through him. He felt a warmth that was becoming familiar. He wanted more of it.

  “I’m learning much from you and your human insights,” Arkei said. “You speak of compassion during battle. You speak of beauty amidst imperfection.” She moved her hand from his shoulder to the side of his face.

  She was turning him on, and she was doing it on purpose, the little minx.

  “Perhaps there are other insights you could teach me,” she continued. Her golden eyes brightened as she brought his face toward hers, and finally, her lips toward his.

  The kiss was brand new for them both. Regan had kissed women, sure, but nothing like this. The silky texture of her skin only intensified when he tasted her tongue. It was long and moved through his mouth like a creature of its own.

  He wanted her more than anything in that moment. And while he wasn’t quite sure how this would work, it didn’t matter. This would happen.

  He moved his hand from her robotic arm and put it around her waist. He brought his other hand to her face and neck. He kissed her as hard as she kissed him. She wanted to be kissed, it was clear. And then when he slid his hand from her waist to her rear, she giggled and reflexively jumped slightly.

  The kiss paused.

  “Oh, uh…” Regan began, taking a step back.

  “Oh, no, I’m just—”

  “Sorry, I thought—”

  “You thought right! It’s just…”

  “What’s wrong?”

  Arkei looked away, her cheeks blushing. “It’s just that I haven’t done anything like this before.”

  At first Regan thought she meant with a species outside her own, but quickly he realized she meant in general. Nobody had ever held her, told her she was beautiful, kissed her in this way.

  He’d have to do something about that.

  Regan slowly returned his arms to their previous position on her rear and cheek. He gently squeezed and pulled her closer as he did so. They both smiled.

  “I’ve done things like this before,” Regan said. “But never with anyone like you.”

  “Perhaps we can both learn some things then, together.”

  “Definitely.”

  They began to kiss again, this time more aggressively. Their hands wandered over each other’s bodies, but Regan knew not to push it too fast. If this was her first time, he wanted to move at her rate.

  But it was Arkei who made the first big move. She slid her robotic hand down his chest, stomach, then over his bulge. She squeezed, and he began to stiffen. Outside his pants, she began to move her hand up and down his length.

  I want that hand all over me.

  “I’m told that stimulation like this is preferred,” she said.

  “You’re telling me,” Regan replied.

  He moved his hand from her ass and brought it down between her legs. He repeated the motion she was making, slowly moving up and down and gripping occasionally. She was warming up. He could feel it.

  She pressed her cheek against his, panting in his ear. With her clawed hand she pressed her fingers into his back. It hurt slightly, and Regan wondered if she would cut him open, but the risk turned him on further.

  “Yes,” she said as she bit his earlobe. “I’ve been told right.”

  He then took charge and slid his hand under her pants. He continued the motion, not entering her at first, but stimulating her. He could feel her continue to grow warm. To grow wet.

  She bit her lip and buried her face into the crook of his neck.

  He then unfastened her pants and dropped to his knees. He was gentle as he tasted her, as he let his tongue dance around her, and then inside her.

  She grabbed his head and his hair with her hands. She pressed his face into her. He grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed. It was tight and moved slightly with her hips’ quick gyrations.

  Her moans grew and grew.

  She leaned back and her shoulder bumped into the control panel next to the monitor they had been looking at earlier. Regan glanced at the screen and saw that it had turned on where it left off, with the live feed of Straya sitting in her jail cell. Arkei caught his glance and seemingly became jealous again. She turned around, her back facing him now, and reached to turn it off, but Regan stood quickly and grabbed her hand, preventing it from going any further.

  He moved behind her, stiff, with her ass rubbing up against him. He took her hand in his and moved it away from the controls and onto her breast. He squeezed her hand on her endowed flesh several times, then moved his hand up to her throat and arched her head back. He kissed her again.

  “Let her stay up there,” he said. “It’ll be like she’s watching us.”

  Arkei smiled, turned, then thrust her hands down his pants, pulling his manhood out. It was another bold move he hadn’t expected to happen so quickly, but he wasn’t complaining.

  “Then let’s make sure she can hear us,” Arkei said, the same giddy look on her face that she had when she found the stockpile of ray guns.

  She leaned over the control panel, exposing her ass to his cock. He needed no further invitation. He rubbed it between her cheeks, up and down from her ass to her clit, the both of them sloppy by this point. Finally, slowly, he entered her.

  Her hand flew up and her hair seemed to dance from side to side as he slowly and deliberately thrust himself into her, forward and back, further and deeper inside her each time, until she could take him in entirely. He was gentle, but her moans were something special.

  She really wants Straya to hear!

  It turned him on even more and he increased his pace. Her antenna eyes turned around and glared at him. They wanted more. He glared right back into them and fucked her harder. He fucked like he had never fucked before.

  She screamed and moaned. She said his name and repeatedly called him “human.”

  He could have come, but he slowed himself and caught his breath. He wanted to savor this. She noticed his change in pace and turned her face back to him. She then moved to turn her entire body.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked as she faced him. She took his exposed cock in her hand and stroked her fingers up and down it, cupping his balls occasionally.

  “Everything is perfect,” Regan breathed. “I just want to make sure you get the most out of this.”

  She smiled, then dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around his shaft that was still wet with her.

  The tongue
that moved so wonderfully in his mouth now did things to his cock that he didn’t know was possible. Any chance he had of holding back his release disappeared. He grabbed her hair in his hands and looked down at the top of her head, at the galaxy in her hair.

  She glanced up at him and glared at him lustfully with all four eyes. She smirked and then thrust his cock so far into her mouth that he could resist no further.

  Without warning he released inside her mouth and her tongue never stopped moving. It continued to work and lick and finally swallow. He felt like he came for hours.

  Once he pulled out, Arkei stood up and looked at him with a subtle blush on her face. He noticed for the first time that she had dimples, something he hadn’t observed until being this close.

  She grabbed his exposed cock once again, but gently. She rubbed it as it settled and relaxed. She glanced at it, then back at him.

  “Was everything, satisfactory?” she asked.

  “More than you know,” he said. And even though he had released, he wanted more. He looked her up and down and brought his hands back down to her clit and began to touch and rub.

  “I thought…” she started. “I thought that it would be over after you did what you did.”

  “It doesn’t have to be,” Regan said. “After all, you should have yours too.”

  Arkei blushed, but didn’t refuse. She lay on her back on the control panel and exposed herself wide open to him. He approached her slowly. Just looking her up and down made him stiffen again.

  He looked at her opening and was ready to thrust back into it.

  She put her arms above her head as he rubbed the tip of his member against her clit, her breasts beautifully exposed.

  She closed her eyes and turned her face upwards.

  “Fuck me,” she said loudly, and on the monitor screen Straya seemed to stir.

  Regan did as she asked. He didn’t hold back at all. He thrust, and he pounded hard, surprised he could even go at it again this soon. He gave her everything he had over and over again.

  She screamed and screamed louder, saying, “Fuck me!” repeatedly.

  Her hands moved over her entire body. She squeezed her tits and moved her hand down to rub her clit while she was being had. She touched his chest and put his fingers in her mouth. She groaned and moaned.

  Regan knew Straya could hear all of this. He glanced up at the screen and saw the prisoner just sitting there, her tight body in a stoic position. Her being in that jail cell just listening to them fucking turned him on even more.

  He took her harder. Harder than he knew he could.

  And then he felt Arkei’s insides tightening and seemingly gripping his thrusting cock. As if in addition to him pushing, she was pulling as well. She squeezed her tits firmly, opened her eyes wide, and gazed at Regan.

  Tremors seemingly ran through her entire body.

  “Come for me,” Regan whispered.

  Arkei smiled and closed her eyes again. As Regan continued to thrust, Arkei shook from her release, her final moan loud enough to echo throughout the entire ship.

  Regan knew he would come again too. And he knew that she could tell, as she reached for him, sitting up and putting her hands on his ass. She pulled him in deeper and deeper with each thrust.

  “Now you come again for me,” she said to him. “But this time deep inside me.”

  Regan heard her words and like a trigger they set him off. He released himself in her, filling her with his humanity. She smiled and wiggled into it, as if she was pulling it all up inside her, sucking him out from the inside.

  As Regan and Arkei put their clothes back on, he had a million thoughts at once. He felt amazing after what just happened, but now that his mind was clear, he was also a bit nervous about his release inside her. It was her first time, and he wondered if she knew what that meant.

  Can I even get an alien pregnant? How would that even work?

  “Arkei…” Regan began, not sure how to bring it up. “First of all, that was amazing. Like, the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.”

  He could see that Arkei believed him, but was also anticipating the inevitable “but...” After snapping her pants into place, she crossed her arms and waited.

  “Err… I’m just wondering, because we didn’t use protection… Well, you know.”

  Arkei started laughing. “Are you worried about disease?”

  “That’s part of it.”

  “Does Earth not have a Super Immunity treatment? It’s a standard procedure administered by the Intergalactic Council.”

  “No,” Regan said. “We have, like… vaccines for the flu. But for sex we just use condoms or—”

  Again, Arkei laughed. “As far as that’s concerned, I am permanently disease free. And if you have concerns about yourself, I’m sure Mephistopheles will have you treated when we arrive.”

  The comment about Mephistopheles bothered Regan. Even after the sex, she still seemed determined to hand him over. But this wasn’t the primary concern he was referring to. She must have seen it on his face, as she continued speaking.

  “And if it’s impregnation that you are worried about, it’s highly unlikely. Our genetics are so different that the likelihood of that is near impossible.”

  Near impossible doesn’t mean impossible.

  But Regan accepted her response. Even so, it was more difficult for him to accept the fact that he was closer to being handed over to Mephistopheles. The name itself sounded harsher when Arkei had just spoken it out loud.

  “You know,” Regan started. “It’s a shame you have to hand me over, especially after what we just did.”

  Arkei looked at him with an expression difficult for Regan to read. Regret, perhaps?

  “It’s not like I have a choice,” she said, looking away. “If I don’t pay down my debt to Mephistopheles, then he’ll have me hunted down by the most ruthless mercenaries he can afford—and there’s little he can’t afford.”

  “Well, why me?” Regan realized that sounded wimpy, and he cleared his throat. “I mean, why not the guy you froze already?”

  “Mephistopheles would prefer a living specimen.”

  “Wait, he’s dead?”

  “Well, not exactly, but he isn’t functioning like he should be either. He became very hostile when he woke up and I had to defend myself.”

  “So you, what…? Kicked his ass before freezing him?”

  “It’s not that simple.”

  “Well, shit. Is there a way we can heal him? I mean, this is a spaceship, and with all the things you’ve told me about Super Immunities and shit like that, certainly there’s a way to heal the poor son of a bitch to make him adequate? Don’t you have space doctors?”

  Arkei considered it before shaking her head. “With such a wide variety of species out there, no, there aren’t any generalized doctors who’d have any scientific knowledge of the human body. Perhaps he could get help on Earth, but I’m not about to meddle further in human affairs.”

  “Great, so he’s screwed? And in turn, so am I?”

  She frowned as she mulled it over. “Not necessarily. Empaths are a species of supreme abilities. They can heal almost any living thing.”

  “Really? Then I vote we find ourselves an Empath and see if they can work their magic.” He realized he was now fighting for his life. He would have to control his demeanor to make sure he kept the lenient place of command he’d earned, but also be aggressive enough to make sure he secured his freedom.

  “But he might not be repairable,” she said.

  “Did you ever get his name?”

  “I didn’t get a single word out of him besides incoherent screaming.”

  “Great. How about we just call him Bob for now? Anyway, I think it’s worth a try. Why would you be keeping Bob otherwise?”

  Arkei shrugged. “I figured maybe I could sell him to a collector of less-than-perfect specimens? Or worse off, sell him to an exotic meat dealer.”

  “Okay, gross, but I guess I’m no
t surprised that’s an option.”

  “It’s a waste of material to just toss him out.”

  “Jesus. Okay, hear me out. You and I could have way more fun if you handed over Bob instead of me. He’s just taking up space, he’s not really doing anything, so why not? If you hand me over instead, well…” He looked her up and down. “I won’t be able to show you just how dirty my mind is. Isn’t that something you’d like to explore?”

  Arkei’s normally light blue cheeks turned pink. “Y-yeah. You do… make a very good point.”

  “Let’s visit an Empath then.”

  Arkei groaned, and not in the sexy way she had earlier.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I… I wouldn’t know where to begin in finding one. They’re very secretive and highly sought after. As a Class A species, the Intergalactic Council generally keeps them under strict protection. The few successfully trafficked ones aren’t exactly being advertised by their captors either.”

  Dammit.

  Regan looked around the room, noticing again the monitor screen. Straya was in the jail cell looking directly at the camera. She was waving her arms and pointing to herself.

  It seemed Straya had better hearing than either of them had thought.

  Regan nudged Arkei to look, and when she did, she frowned. “What is she flailing around for?” She started straight for the cell, not one to waste time.

  Regan followed, and when they reached the cell, Straya was sitting down, confident, one leg crossed over the other, a smirk on her face.

  “What is it?” Arkei demanded.

  “I couldn’t help but overhear… everything,” Straya started and motioned at her pointed ears. “Anyhow, I think I can help you with your problem.”

  Arkei remained silent.

  “I know where you can find an Empath,” Straya elaborated, before leaning forward. “And I’m willing to tell you, if you’re willing to grant me something in return.”

  Arkei opened her mouth to object but Regan stepped toward the bars first.

  “We’re listening,” he said directly.

  Chapter Six