Neeri's Need: How to Crash a Party

by Andromeda Bliss

  Ocen nodded, but his features looked even more wracked with worry. He said nothing though, at least to her, as they turned toward the hatch.

  Neeri marched Sasha out of the ship and down the long docking corridor to the big metal doors that stood between her and her prize. Now the real fun begins, she thought with a slow, predatory smile. Pulling Sasha to a halt an arm’s length away, she waited for a couple of breaths before sighing loudly and aiming a kick at the doors.

  “Come on, Big O, I know you can see me!” she yelled, tipping her head toward the recessed surveillance unit above the doors. “Open up. I’ve got a present for you.”

  “Neeri,” O’s flat voice reverberated in the corridor. “How did you circumvent the memory eraser?”

  “Mmm, wouldn’t you like to know,” she purred, slipping an arm around Sasha’s waist and cuddling her close. “Let me in and I’ll tell you all about it.”

  Sasha made a peculiar sound in her throat, like she was choking on a protest. Maybe the little human thought she was overdoing it. Everybody’s a critic.

  “You are resourceful to have made it this far. How did you acquire the access codes for the security protocol?”

  “That is an excellent question with a fascinating answer. Open up and I’ll explain.”

  “Why are you here, Neeri?”

  “I want back in, O. It’s boring out here.”

  “Boredom is illogical. I cannot authorize your return.”

  “But I brought you a yummy play toy,” Neeri pouted, running fingers through Sasha’s red hair and snugging her closer. “Don’t you remember her?”

  “She is in my data net as a successful release and reintegration. You have captured her? Why have you brought her?”

  “You thought she and the Ophidian were a mated pair. You were wrong, O. Don’t you wanna find out why?”

  “That is not possible. The data was very clear.”

  “Run a scan if you don’t believe me. She hasn’t had intercourse. And she’s just dripping with lust for me. I’ve been playing with her all the way here.” Neeri nuzzled close and nipped Sasha’s earlobe, grinning when the little woman jumped and quivered. “Oh, she’s so sweet and tender. I almost hate to let you have her.”

  “A scan confirms your claim of no intercourse. But humans are notoriously reticent. She may have—”

  “Reticent? Not this one. She’s bound and gagged and still creams for me,” Neeri bragged and slipped a hand into the waistband of Sasha’s slacks. The red-head stiffened and squeaked, but Neeri tightened her arm around her and whispered, “Relax. The more you act like you enjoy this, the faster he opens the door and you go free.” Then she slid her hand slowly down Sasha’s quivering abdomen, teased her curls for a second, and cupped her pussy lips with a hum of approval. “Deliciously hot and wet,” she taunted both O and Sasha, watching the woman’s cheeks flush with bright color.

  Brushing slow fingers across those slick lips, Neeri brought her other hand up and cupped Sasha’s breast, flicking her thumb over the woman’s cloth-covered nipple. Sasha jerked a little with another sound in her throat, a more breathy sound this time, much to Neeri’s delight. Pushing a finger in between those hot folds, Neeri pressed up and then pushed down with aching slowness, watching in fascination as Sasha started to loosen and melt against her, brown eyes blurring with pleasure. The human was extraordinarily responsive, even when she didn’t want to be. Ocen was pretty damned lucky.

  “Should I make her cum for me, Big O? Would that finally get you off?”

  Neeri could feel Sasha’s thighs quivering, heard her breath catch and rush out every time she stroked that swollen little clit. The red-head whimpered a little when Neeri caught her tight nipple between her fingers and rolled. Neeri dipped deep and gathered hot liquid, slathering it ruthlessly over that throbbing nub before teasing just the tip in small, light circles. Sasha’s hips began to move in twitching circles too, her head tilting back as if it had become too heavy to hold upright.

  Neeri was gratified to feel her own clit swell and pulse, zips of lust flashing up her spine. But she still wasn’t as hot as she expected to be. Normally, she’d be rubbing herself off on Sasha’s bound fingers, bringing them both to writhing climax. She undulated against Sasha’s hip and licked along her jaw just for show, because O would expect it.

  Then Neeri drew out her hand and held her shiny fingers up to the surveillance before giving them a salacious lick with a loud purr of approval. Sasha muttered something around her gag in a severe, shaky tone, but Neeri ignored her. “Sweet and thick as honey. Come on, O. You’re dying to find out why she’s not mate-thralled.”

  The doors slid quietly open.

  Neeri darted through them without hesitation, pausing on the other side to blow Sasha a kiss and flash her a wicked grin. Then she bounded through the corridors, racing toward Big O’s sanctum. She burst into the central control station with a theatrical squeal of delight, and leapt at the large, multi-armed AI. He caught her, of course, one of those long, slithery appendages wrapping firmly around her waist and holding her off the ground. His visual visor swiveled toward her, expressionless.

  “Neeri, what are you doing? You left the subject at the threshold.”

  “The bots can pick her up. I’m just excited to see you, O.” She stroked the thick arm holding her and wriggled in his grip. “Mmm, tuck this between my legs and you’ll see how excited.” This was familiar ground, something he would expect her to say. She’d been trying to get the big mechanical prick to fuck her with his many appendages since she’d been hired. Sadly, the AI had no sex drive, or sex organs for that matter. She only called the thing he because those arms reminded her of really long, flexible cocks. She’d had a horde of fantasies about him holding her down on his control panels and pumping those things inside her everywhere. “Why did you send me away?” she pouted.

  “You had become a liability to the program. The rules are very clear—no contact with the subjects. You compromised the Ophidian’s data flow.” He set her down close to her old holo-viewing station, turning back to his work without a blip of concern.

  Neeri hid a predatory grin of satisfaction. Just a creature of habit was Big O, responding to expected patterns of behavior. The Neeri he’d always known was hedonistic and superficial, interested only in the pleasure of the moment and of no particular threat. His logic matrix expected her to continue this behavior.

  “Okay, so I made a mistake. But you guys never let me out of here!” she whined, sidling closer. “You can’t make a Lyo watch sex every day and not get any at all. It makes us crazy. Especially with you waving these things at me all day long,” she murmured, stroking one of his arms.

  He ignored her touch, letting her move closer to his core. “They will not allow you to return.”

  “Not even as a subject? Throw me in a cell, O. I’ll give you the hottest data flow you’ve ever seen in this place.” She straddled the arm and hooked fingers in a groove of his core plating, dragging herself up that thick appendage. It gave her a thrill—after so many fantasies, riding one of his arms and feeling it slide between her pussy lips made her juice flow, but she didn’t stop to savor the sensation.

  He was already reaching for her and she didn’t have much time. “Inappropriate as always—what are you doing?”

  She’d slid her hand around his head while he spoke, ignoring the arm that wrapped around her waist once again. Before he could lift her away, she clawed the plating off the back of his head and plunged her hand inside. “Killing you,” she snarled into his visor, ripping his delicate neural netting apart.

  His arms went limp, sliding away from her to crash to the floor. She eased off his motionless body and leaned over the control panels, shoving dead appendages out of the way. Muttering to herself, she quickly flicked through the holos of the subjects, looking for Adin. He wasn’t in the same little white cell. With a hiss of fear, she ran a search, pulling up the security grid at the same time. As she’d warned Ocen and Sas
ha, the system had registered the loss of its controlling AI and reacted, instituting lockdown procedures. It wasn’t in full defensive mode yet, but if she didn’t start giving it orchestrator input, all hell would break loose.

  “Ocen,” she snapped, racing to stay ahead of the lockdown and keep the corridors open. “Get your scaly ass in here! This thing is freaking out and I don’t know if I can—” She bit off the rest with a curse when a distress beacon began to chime. She hurried to kill it, but the system could tell she wasn’t its main operator—it put the distress on a delay instead of shutting it down, waiting for the orchestrator to resume normal functions.

  I am here. Direct me, Ocen said in her mind.

  “Left corridor to the T-junction, right about ten paces to the lift, down two levels,” she rattled off, checking on the search for Adin’s location. “They moved him and I don’t—okay, here it is. He’s in medical…” Her voice faded away, ears ringing and knees unhinging. She had to catch herself on the edge of the control panel but couldn’t peel her eyes away from the holo image of Adin, cuffed to a long table with tubes in his arm. Ferocious longing closed her throat, heart thumping with alarm. What had they done to him?

  Medical? Is he all right?

  “Yes,” she wheezed, scanning frantically through the data. “He’s—he’s just sedated. He hasn’t been…cooperating.” She stared at the history of their time apart, an ache growing in her chest. He had refused all other females, despite his growing physical distress. The mating burn had driven him to violence, and they’d had to sedate him to prevent injury. Oh, Adin. “Straight ahead then to the right,” she rasped to Ocen. “Follow the signs.”

  Her gaze lingered on that long muscled body, his intricately patterned scales gleaming like sapphire in the lights of medical. He lay still, eyes closed, and Neeri realized she was having trouble breathing. Tearing her eyes away, she went back to fighting the system for control of the facility, trying to ignore how her hands shook. “Ocen, hurry up. I might have to pull the plug on this thing, crash it. That means it’ll get awful dark and weird down there.”

  Define weird.

  “The cell wall matrices will freeze or fail. It’ll be like a maze, plus some of the subjects will be loose. Watch your back. A few of them don’t play well with others.”

  Why am I not surprised that you worked here?

  “No time for flattery, Scales. Are you there yet?”

  Yes. He paused. Adin is groggy but conscious. His mental tone was filled with warmth and worry.

  Neeri spared a glance at the holo display, relieved to see Ocen uncuffing his brother. “Okay, brace yourself. I’m crashing this thing, then coming down to you. We’ll climb out together.” Neeri activated a kill program she’d hidden in the system long ago, bypassing regular shut down protocols that required authorization. “You were a bitch and I never liked you,” she muttered to the displays, watching to make sure the slaughter was global. The system went down like a gazelle with its throat slashed.

  Darkness swooped in, bringing the silence of mechanical death. The omnipresent hum and vibration of a host of machines disappeared, leaving behind a disconcerting stillness. Power off, lights off, ventilation off—life support off.

  “Fuck,” Neeri stated conversationally. Then she bolted for the nearest service passage, small ducts used by the maintenance bots to move swiftly and freely around the facility. With the power out, the lifts wouldn’t operate and this was her only way down. “Hey Scales, you still in my head?” she called as she ripped the grate off the shaft and climbed in.

  Still here.

  “How are things down there?”

  Dark. And weird.

  “Hang tight, I’m coming. Try not to breathe much—I crashed everything, including life support. It’s going to get uncomfortable in here.”

  Well done, he responded dryly.

  “Thanks, I give good mayhem. How’s Adin?”

  On his feet. Slow, but moving.

  Neeri could hear the brotherly concern in his tone and wondered what he wasn’t saying about Adin’s condition. “Can you find a service shaft?”

  Not…at the moment.

  Neeri grimaced and didn’t ask what that meant. The preoccupation in his mental voice was nerve-wracking enough. She scuttled and slithered through the passages at a breakneck pace, taking a shortcut and dropping levels with jarring force. She grumbled about her new bruises as she worked her way to a grate close to medical. “Okay, I’m pretty much here. Where are you guys?”

  Busy, Ocen grunted, and her ears caught the violent slap of flesh meeting flesh.

  Neeri swore hard and shot out of the service shaft, dodging shadowy figures of wandering subjects and sprinting toward the sounds of a fight. She rounded a wall that looked half melted and then dove out of the way of a flying body. The flyer crashed into the wall with a grunt, but landed on poised feet. With a coughing roar, the figure lunged back the way he’d come.

  Neeri snagged his ankle as he leaped over her. Throwing her weight in a pivoting twist, she knocked him off balance, his considerable bulk crashing to the floor. “Wildcat Bill, you are being a very bad boy,” she lectured, facing the riled Lyomedrin male and sliding into a ready crouch.

  His growl was low and menacing, but he rose with easy deliberation. “A Lyo female? Don’t think I’ve had you yet. Just stay out of my way, kitten, and I’ll get to you after I put the snakes down.”

  Neeri made a disgusted sound and bared her teeth at him. “I guess they didn’t pick you for your brains. This place is imploding, and all you want to do is fight and fuck? You’re embarrassing me, Bill.”

  “That’s not my name,” he growled, advancing on her.

  She slid around him, spotting the two Ophidians beyond, Ocen propping Adin upright. “I don’t care,” she snapped at the Lyo. “Go fuck something that does.”

  He paused and breathed deeply, drawing in her scent. Then he blinked at her in confusion when he smelled her lack of interest. “I thought this was a new game,” he said in a lower voice.

  “Party’s over. Sex bots are over that way. Take your pick and go home, tiger.”

  He chuffed at her and shook himself before stalking away on a grumble of discontent. Neeri was watching him go warily when someone grabbed her arm and spun her around. She was about to shred her attacker when she recognized the touch, the drugging scent. “Adin,” she gasped before he hauled her up against him and sealed his mouth to hers with an incoherent mental moan of need. She had about three seconds of bliss, barely long enough to register his sweet/spicy flavor and feel his maddening tongue twine around hers, before something ripped her out of his arms.

  “I take this one,” a rumbling, cavernous voice said, and Neeri twitched in alarm. It was Caveman, a massive, brutish humanoid with very little brain power and a cock big enough to split a female in two. He was currently dangling her off the floor by a fist in the back of her shirt.

  “Whoa! Cavey, hang on big fella…” Neeri twisted ineffectually in his hold, wondering how the hell she was going to get out of this one.

  NO! Adin’s mental shout was enough to give her an aneurysm. Put her DOWN! NOW!

  “Ow,” the big ox complained, dropping Neeri and clutching his head with both hands. “You hurt my head.” Then he swung an arm in a clumsy swipe, his expression more irritated than angry.

  Ocen pulled his swaying brother out of the way and Neeri darted close to them. “Time to go, boys,” she hissed and yanked them toward the service shaft. Ocen wrapped an arm around his brother and they shambled after her, slower than she would have liked. But Caveman must have decided to look for a less painful play-toy, shuffling in the opposite direction.

  Neeri, you’re here. You came back. What did you do?

  Adin’s mental touch slid through her mind like ambrosia and fire. She swallowed hard, leading them toward the service way and murmuring over her shoulder, “I sort of broke stuff. Are you all right?”

  My head is fuzzy. And I…I’m burn
ing. I need…

  Neeri paused, crouching at the grate to study him. Even in the dark she could see the color swirling in his eyes and the clench and shudder of his muscles. She couldn’t see his expression, but distress radiated off him and shivered across her skin. “Adin?”

  Ocen answered her. It is the mating burn. He needs—well, he needs you. But we don’t have time. If we hurry…

  Neeri hissed in a breath, pressing a hand to the grate to steady herself as heat engulfed her, tightening each of her nipples to hard points and swelling the folds of her pussy to a painful ache. Fluid seeped out of her channel, cooling her suddenly flaming lips. She could see the shadow of Adin’s heavy erections and it was all she could do not to reach for them greedily. “Right, hurry,” she croaked and slapped the grate out of the way, diving in like salvation waited at the other end. Adin followed with Ocen behind him.

  She didn’t think what it would mean to crawl in front of them, the thick scent of her arousal drenching the air, her skirt too short to mask anything. She heard Adin groan like a dying man and suddenly pictured what he saw, her ass moving in tantalizing arcs, pussy weeping in open invitation. Oh Stars, Neeri, so sweet… His mental touch was a maelstrom of hunger.

  She felt his breath fluttering the edge of her skirt and lust stabbed up her spine. She wanted to crash to her knees and elbows, arch her back and present her holes for him to take, hard and fast. She’d never wanted anything so much as she wanted those ridged shafts of silky flesh tunneling deep inside her, sending her to that place he’d found just for her.

  We need to keep moving, Ocen reminded them when Neeri paused, teetering dizzily on the edge of a razor-sharp desire.

  Moving? She could barely remember why they were here. Unable to speak, she shifted forward on shaky limbs, trying to be reasonable.