He pulled her shorts down from her body. “I heard about this woman’s spot.” He stroked down her front, pressing against her, watching her reaction. Vi’s lips parted. She knew she was giving it away, but it felt so good.
He pulled aside her underwear and rubbed along her front again. “Right here, I think.” Lightning flashed through her as her legs jerked apart.
He pulled her underwear down, leaving her naked and wriggling on the bed.
He kissed her nipples as his hand worked below, sending more flashes of lightning through her. She felt the waves roll up as her hips raised off the bed. She was panting now and shaking her head back and forth.
“Yeah,” he moaned. He lapped at her nipples, making them wet and causing vibrations to pull through her from below and above.
“Oh, god,” she called out as she clenched.
He increased his pace as she rocked her hips into his hand.
Then she was coming, arching back and crying out. The waves crashed over her.
Finally, she sank, relaxed into the bed, panting, slowly coming back to herself.
“That was fantastic,” Haze almost moaned. “I must have another of those.”
18
Haze
Haze had enjoyed watching Vi jump around. Now, it was time to get some as well. He spread her legs, enjoying looking down at her completely naked body.
He fumbled around for a moment, prodding her until he found what he was looking for. He placed his shaft against her opening and slid inside.
Man, did that feel good.
She rewarded him with a gasp.
He anchored himself with his tail wrapped around one breast, beating time to her nipple, and went to town, stroking in and out of her, feeling her around him. She gasped and wiggled, looking all kinds of hot. The feeling overtook him then and he threw his head back, moaning, overcome with the feeling. He rose over the top, sliding into home one more time. Shaking and gasping.
Best ride ever.
He pulled himself out, bent down, and licked her where he’d made her jump before. She moaned some more. Yes, so much fun.
He fell down on the bed, next to her, throwing an arm across her chest, liking the feel of her nipples against his skin. He could sleep for a million years now, he was so relaxed.
He dragged himself up on his elbow, so he could see her better and play with her breasts a little longer.
She eyed him sideways, a satiated, half-smile on her face.
He’d done good; he could tell.
“So,” he said. He rolled a nipple between his fingers, watching it perk up. “Food time?”
‘Ehrm…” She stretched, making her breasts heave. “Please, yes.”
He pulled over the menu and clicked around until he found a few more things that looked good.
As he selected them, he made work on her nipples until she was panting again, a soft moan escaping her lips.
He grew hard again, watching her body move. Soon he was inside her, moaning and listening to her moan. It was his best day ever.
When the buzzer rang, he left her naked on the bed and collected their food.
As he returned, carrying a couple trays of food, she was back in a seated position and pulling her t-shirt back on.
“Now, listen here, slave,” he protested. “You should always be naked in my presence.” He waved a hand at her. “No exceptions.”
She completely disregarded him, instead bouncing to the end of the bed with a grin on her face. She reached over to the tray and pulled off a bite of food to try it. She made a face but kept eating.
“So, when do you think we’ll know?” She glanced up at him.
He scratched his face, thinking about it. What was done, was done. “Probably tomorrow. That merchant guy will haggle a little, but mostly I’m sure he’s got the deal sewn up. Why?”
She shook her head. “No, I mean your boys. You know, the swimmers. How long does it take to find out whether they’re lethal to me?”
Haze felt the blood slide out of his body. “I…”
He’d completely forgotten about that more heartbreaking consequence of the Mahdfel curse. It was rare, but every so often, even with the genetic matching in place, the pregnancy could still kill the mother and baby.
Seban’s mother had died that way from a bad second match.
Vi looked at him, apologetically. “I suppose I could have asked Molly or the doctor, but it felt awkward. Molly seems fine.”
“She’s not pregnant,” he whispered.
“Oh.” Her mouth kind of formed the word. “So, how was it anyway?” she asked with a knowing smile. “Pretty good, right?”
Haze’s brain couldn’t click back that fast. “Vi, you can’t say something like that. I—” He shook his head. “I wasn’t even thinking about the curse thing before. You’ve been killing me all day in that outfit.” He gestured toward her, frustrated. She still looked hot as sin. “Listen, I know it’s rare though. The doctors, Seban, they’re all looking at the matching process constantly to make sure it doesn’t happen.”
She smirked. “You know you could say that with your mouth.”
He cocked his head to the side, confused. What was this girl on about? “I am saying it with my mouth.”
“Yeah, but down here.” She spread her legs while reaching up for him.
Oh. Desire raced through his body. He let himself be pulled down to his knees. Then his mouth was pressed against her mound.
She immediately moaned her appreciation and lay back, her head still holding him close, and her back arched up for him.
At first, he nuzzled her, then he lapped at her with a long, slow swipe of his tongue.
As he swiped up, he reached up too so that he could pull up her shirt and reveal her perfect breasts. He settled in, enjoying the view.
She started quivering almost immediately, shaking, holding him to her, her hips jerking up into his face.
He increased his pace until she tensed and cried out, moaning and clinging to him.
He pulled her off the bed, her legs wrapped around him, slid her down his body until he could ease her opening over his cock, surrounding it. He jerked up spearing her.
She moaned, her eyes hooded and hard, staring at him with undisguised need.
He sat down on the edge of the bed so she could ride him as he watched, his hands pressed to her chest.
19
Violet
As he filled her, Vi’s thoughts cleared again. She pressed him down on the bed, so she could move around more freely. There was nothing like controlling the pace, riding a man as he lay helpless beneath her.
Soon, they were both moaning and calling out.
Dinner would be cold, but some things were totally worth it.
“Can we do that all the time?” she asked, slightly breathless. “I mean, it’s not like you’re going to go date other people, right? And you’ve got a job, kind of a steady one even. You’re a good prospect.”
He kissed her then, cutting off her words, his tongue pushing into her mouth, the pace of his kiss increasing, his cock still inside her.
She pulled away. “Don’t tell me you want another go?” she asked.
He grinned, shifting again, and sliding out. “No, woman,” he groaned. “I think I’m good. For the first time in… ever. I just enjoy your body.” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “But about that, what you said before.” He reached over to trace a finger down the tip of her nose.
She felt regret pierce her, and she shook her head. “You don’t have to worry about that. Where I’m from, women still die in childbirth, just from being with a human. You wouldn’t think it could be possible, after all this time, but yet, it’s true. I had an aunt who died in her late twenties, not much older than me. Why should I be any different, really?”
“Seban is a top-ranked medic, and he studied at the human moon base. He won’t let anything happen to you, not if it can be prevented.”
“Good. Now, feed
me. Sex makes me hungry.”
He did feed her then. He didn’t always get the food into her mouth, but he seemed to enjoy eating it off her body as she giggled. By the time dinner was done, she was ready for another shower.
Of course, this shower was way more fun with a man to wash her back for her.
As he sponged her stomach, his face took on that look. Soon he was down on his knees, lapping at her. He was such a quick student. Lightning coursed through her. She arched her back as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her. Her knees went weak, his strong arms holding her to him. Then she was coming, calling out, her cries bouncing against the walls.
That night, they slept wrapped in each other’s arms, her head pressed against his chest. She woke to him staring at her, brushing her hair from her eyes.
His eyes held a question, and soon he was pressing her legs apart, so he could slide inside her, filling her with pleasure.
20
Haze
The next day it was fun to dress his human. He helped her get ready in all sorts of interesting ways, but soon it was time to get himself settled to the task at hand.
He cleared his mind but was distracted as he glanced over at her. She was holding something, inspecting it as the light hit it.
“Want me to throw your shiny gem in my bag?” he asked.
She smiled and held it to herself. “Aw, yes, please do. Wouldn’t want to lose this… uhm… whatever it is.”
He inspected it. “It’s a grayva, a piece of outdated junk for a reconstituter model that no one uses anymore.” He shook his head. “The thing’s worth maybe three, and I paid twelve.”
“Well, it’s worth everything to me.” She tossed it to him with a grin. “It’s my first souvenir from outer space.” She smoothed her slave outfit, inspecting herself. “I think I’m ready to go work this outfit like I own it.”
He gave a quick laugh of appreciation. “You own it all right.” He slung his pouch over his back, scooping Tiny up. “Just don’t smile. You don’t look near beat enough.”
She grimaced. “I almost forget, being in here with you. This place is horrible. Why doesn’t someone shut it down?”
“Same case as everywhere I expect: you buy the right people; you do what you want. There’s plenty of money here, where it counts.” He paused at the door. “Ready?” he asked, glancing back.
She nodded, so he pulled the door open, and let it lock behind them.
As they left the hotel, he watched her visibly wilt as the hot air hit them both. The climate here was intense, worse than yesterday. His tail rubbed against her leg to comfort her. Haze glanced around at the neglected street. Odd to think about the almost palatial lodgings just up the road.
“Should we check on the shuttle?” she whispered. Her hand reached down to touch his tail, feeling along its length.
That was distracting, to say the least.
He shook his head. “If people found it, we’re done. If they haven’t found it, we’d be leading them right to it. Better to get this over with as quickly as possible. …Uh, just don’t touch my tail like that, not if you want me to pay attention to anything else, that is.”
“Oops.” She released it and clicked her teeth at him with a sly smile. “Good to know.”
That made him choke down a laugh. He glanced around quickly, keeping his tail in check, trying to remember she was his slave, not his girlfriend, not his… whatever she was to him. It was wild; he actually had someone who could be something to him. And somehow perfect for him in some crazy way. She had good spunk, that’s for sure. It tweaked his tail to think of it.
He led them back to the merchant’s.
“Ah, Mr. Gosa, you return,” Merchant Yarda called as they entered the store. “May I provide you both with some refreshment?”
“She’s fed,” he said glancing down at her as she moved through to stand beside him. Vi’s head went down, and she sidled to the side, holding her hands in front of her like a repentant statue.
Haze guessed she was playing the just-beaten slave today. He could work with that. He moved forward, leaning against the counter. “How’s it looking for my parts?”
“We have almost everything you need on hand. I need to get word back on the regulator. The E3 model can be difficult to come by. I should hear something back from my contacts shortly. So, how was your stay? I trust The Carvada was to your liking?”
Haze heard a door close behind him but continued, “It was a bit much. I spent most of my earnings to buy that one last year.” He nodded his head toward Vi. “Worth every gardenos.” He gestured to her, and she sidled over. He made to look at her, as though she were some bit of property, then pushed her away. “There was a place to stay down the road. It suited me fine.”
The man studied Haze. “Ah, that’s a pity. Perhaps on your next route through?”
“Yes, I’m sure that others on my ship would be likely to partake.”
“Hazryn! You’re a slaver now?”
Haze froze at the voice and turned around slow, dreading who he’d find. Sure, enough, it was the two-headed, spineless, Larthan slaver he’d run into a few years back, in an entirely different galaxy …far, far from here. Just his luck.
“Nethar.” Haze inclined his head to the more prominent of Nethar’s heads. Haze’s heart sped up. “It’s Gosa now. I left Hazryn behind.”
The man, Nethar, continued forward, one of his heads wore a swarmy grin for Haze and the merchant. The other head looked around the shop, pausing to look at the guard, then stopping to stare at Vi.
His Vi.
Haze readied.
“I didn’t think you Mahdfel was capable of anything other than killing Suhlik,” the man said, still looking at Haze while his other head made no secret of leering at Vi.
Haze tapped his fingers on the counter, trying to look nonchalant while the rage grew.
Had he really needed to make Vi’s costume quite so authentic?
“Times change. I joined a new crew, better pay.”
The slaver scoffed. “Right. I’ll bet. You steal your slave or buy her personal?” He stepped in front of Violet, a little too close. For Vi’s part, she stared at the floor not moving.
Then the man ran a hand up her arm, while continuing to smile at Haze with one of his heads, like it was nothing.
Haze faced the waste-of-space fully, abandoning all pretense, his voice deadly quiet. “Get your hands off my woman, slaver, and take a step back. Now.”
The yellow-skinned slaver took a step back, his hands behind his back, both heads finally facing Haze. He said to Haze, placatingly, “Sure, slaver, whatever you say.” …Except it was said with both mouths, so it came out with a creepy echo effect.
Haze adjusted his shoulder, causing Tiny to shift slightly, as though by accident, but all of Nethar’s eyes immediately flicked upward.
Haze leaned against the counter, facing Nethar fully, sending the message as unambiguously as possible that Nethar had Haze’s full attention, and that it wasn’t exactly a good thing if Nethar chose to push it any further.
Nethar took another sideways step away from Vi. With one of his heads, he spared the merchant a glance while his other set of eyes stayed locked on Haze and flicked back to glance at Tiny again. Nethar licked both set of yellow lips nervously.
The guard moved forward to stand next to the counter by the merchant, not pushing things but making his presence known.
Haze gave the guard a once-over and turned back at Nethar, his head cocked to the side to see what the next move was. He had all day.
Nethar, for his part, really couldn’t keep both heads on the same page. He was smiling at Haze with one head, obediently, but with the other head, he was back to darting glances at Vi.
The slaver used zero number of his brains for any purpose.
The merchant said, in a soothing voice. “We don’t want any trouble, Mister Gosa.”
Haze smiled then, big, showing his teeth. Not that he had fangs, but he knew N
ethar would cotton onto the sentiment.
“If I wanted trouble…” Haze said to Nethar. “…it would be over long before you even knew you had any.” He held Nethar’s gaze a second longer.
He turned to face the merchant again, dismissing the slaver to his peripheral. “…Just so he keeps his hands off my property. …Now, as we were discussing before, the parts I wanted, when can they be delivered?”
21
Violet
The slaver alien was yellow-skinned, like the color of neon piss. He had two heads, and with both of them, he had looked at her like a thing, not a person.
When the slime had come over and actually touched her, Vi had thought she would totally lose it. If that puddle of piss thought he could touch her, he had another thing coming, slave act or no.
She stared at the floor, seconds from blowing her cover and ripping her arm out of the guy’s grasp.
The sound of Haze’s voice sent a thrill through her. “Get your hands off my woman, slaver.” His voice was completely calm, and death was promised in only a few words.
The man took a couple steps away, and she relaxed slightly. He still kept leering over at her with one of his heads though.
She wanted to smack one head back into the other, so they’d bounce off each other like pin balls, maybe make his eyes roll around in their sockets. The image made her happy.
Damn, this outfit. She was practically naked, with the way this thing was cut.
While Haze finished up the arrangements, she kept her arms crossed in front of her. She couldn’t really listen; too busy worrying about the grimy man nearby.
Then her tall, muscular, green god with that damn, beautiful tail was walking toward her with this alert, alive look on his face. It was like he was going to plow through who knows how many people to get to her. Her stomach dropped.
How did a slave act in this situation? Who the hell cares? She could stare if she wanted.
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