Prison Princess

by Huss, JA

  My fingers slip up into her hair and I pull it until she gasps and lets out a small squeak that will surely make me insane if she does it again. “Did you fuck him?” I ask.

  “No,” she says softly. “But I wanted to.”

  I laugh. And then I kiss her again. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I say, thinking about how warm her mouth will be on my cock.

  She smiles, still kissing me back. Coy and teasing now, she says, “I really did want to fuck him. But he’s your brother and that’s kind of gross.”

  “Not my real brother,” I say, nibbling at her neck. I want to eat her up. “And he might be interested.” I stop nibbling and pull back just a little. “But we can talk about that later. Right now you’re just mine and I’m not willing to share.”

  My other hand squeezes her breast and I hold her there. My little captive. My secret prisoner. Staring into her dark eyes as she looks up at me with longing.

  No one has ever looked at me this way. Only Brigit.

  “I love you,” I say.

  “Doesn’t seem like it,” she quips. “You left me for several eternities this time. I’m not happy. You need to make it up to me.”

  “Do I?”

  She nods, shyly. Trying not to smile.

  I twirl her around, push her face up against the hut wall, and bite her shoulder as my cock slips between her legs. “Like this?” I ask, my fingers already playing with her ass.

  “Like that,” she whimpers back. “Right now.”

  “Better get yourself wet, princess. And you better do it quick. Because I’m not in the mood to wait and I don’t care if it hurts.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN - BRIGIT

  I exhale. It’s a long, satisfied exhale. Like relief. And we haven’t even started yet.

  “Hurry up,” Tray says. “Put your fingers between your legs and get wet.”

  I don’t need to get wet. I’m already there. But I’m not going to ruin his good time and I like the dirty talk. I’ve been waiting lifetimes for this moment.

  When I reach between my legs he presses his hips against my ass, letting me know he’s impatient to be inside me. I close my eyes and play with my clit with two fingers while the other two gather up the warm pool of slickness. His cock bumps into my hand and I reach further between my legs and jerk on him. He leans back, one hand gripping my hipbone so tight, I’ll have a bruise later.

  I don’t care.

  We don’t always do it rough. Tray is actually a very gentle lover when he wants to be. But when he returns to me like this—especially after such a long time—our instincts are to be animals. To fuck. Not love. Love comes later. We have all the time in the world for gentleness.

  Right now I want it hard.

  “I want you in my ass,” I say. “Now.”

  He doesn’t ask me questions. There’s no second-guessing. There’s no double-checking to see if I’m ready for him.

  His cock pushes inside my ass with force. I gasp, then bite my lip because it does hurt. My hands slap against the hut wall and I grimace, clenching my jaw as he enters me further.

  I stiffen with the sudden pain, but then he’s whispering in my ear. “I love you. Relax. Let me take you hard. I’ll make it feel good.”

  And just to prove it, his hand slides over my hip and down my front, his fingers strumming my clit as he continues to force himself inside me.

  I close my eyes and all the cares and worries I’ve been carrying since he last left just disappear. That’s enough to relax the muscles fighting against his full penetration of me, and then… I moan. But it’s that magic moment when he’s fully inside and there’s no pain at all. It’s just pure pleasure.

  His chest is flat against my back, his mouth kissing my neck, whispering dirty things in my ear. “I like your tight ass, Brigit,” he says. “Your pussy gets wet for me, doesn’t it? You love this, don’t you?”

  I do, but he’s not looking for an affirmation. He’s just saying this stuff to turn me on. And it does.

  “Fuck me,” I whisper back. “Just fuck me.”

  He thrusts hard. Once. Then he grabs my hip again while the other hand continues to play with my sweet spot, and then… he goes slow.

  “Harder,” I beg.

  “Nah,” he says, dragging out his response. “I’m gonna fuck you slow, princess. I’m gonna take my time.”

  I might die if he goes slow right now.

  “And you’re gonna take yours too. I’m gonna torture you slowly. And I’m not gonna let you come until I’m done.”

  “You can’t stop me.” I laugh. It’s true. I’m very close already. It’s been too long since I felt this way.

  “No?” he asks, pulling his cock out of my ass.

  I turn, shocked. “Tray!”

  He twirls me around and starts kissing my mouth, his tongue twisting up with mine, his hand on my throat again. “You want me inside you?” he asks.

  “Now!”

  “Then get down on your knees and bend over. I’m tired of standing.”

  He places firm pressure on my shoulder. I like the guidance. The dominance. But I don’t need to be commanded. I drop slowly, my hand flat on his chest, my fingernails digging into to his perfectly muscled chest as I lower to my knees, keeping eye contact the whole time.

  His eyes are usually a very dark violet. But when he’s really turned on, they glow a little.

  They’re glowing now.

  I take his cock in my hand and begin to pump it.

  “Oh, no,” he jokes. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

  “Don’t worry,” I say, twisting my wrist as I jerk on his dick. “I don’t want to get off easy.”

  I get down on all fours and begin crawling towards the low bed on my side of the hut, making sure my ass teases and tantalizes him as I crawl. I peek over my shoulder and find him leaning up against the hut wall, jerking himself as he watches the show I’m putting on.

  When I reach the bed I place both hands on the thick mattress and wiggle for him. Forcing myself not to look over my shoulder to see his response.

  I want to think about it instead. I want to dream about it. Picture his lust. The way his eyes go heavy and hooded. The way his hand wraps around his cock.

  “Stay just like that,” he says, his voice rough and growly. “And play with yourself.”

  I bend my head down, pressing it into the soft covers of the bed, and reach between my legs. Not playing with myself. Beckoning him with one come-hither motion of my finger.

  He laughs. He can’t help it. And then the soft padding of his bare feet crosses the distance between us.

  He kneels down right behind me, places his hands on my ass cheeks, then spreads them wide and takes my finger in his mouth. Sucking on it the way I’ll suck his cock later.

  Fuck, that turns me on. I don’t even know why, but his lips sealed around my finger, the way his tongue presses along the side of it…

  It makes me crazy and I just want him inside me now.

  I pull my hand back just enough so that his lips press against my pussy. And then I pull my finger out of his mouth and he licks me.

  I fist the blanket on the bed, trying not to come as his mouth plays between my legs.

  He pulls away, snickering a little. Knowing full well he’s driving me mad with anticipation. “Fuck me,” I whisper. Much softer this time. Almost begging.

  He withdraws and this makes me even more desperate.

  But then he says, “Oh, I’m going to,” just as he slips his cock back in my ass.

  This time it slides in easily. My muscles don’t tense up with the shock of entrance. My shoulders don’t rise with pain. It’s smooth and perfect, and I can’t imagine ever feeling better than I do in this moment.

  And then he pulls back and pounds me hard.

  And I do.

  He does it again.

  And with each thrust I experience a new, more perfect moment of ecstasy.

  My face is buried in the blanket now. I just let go and enjoy i
t. I want him to fuck me like this forever. Just never stop.

  But it’s just too much after so long. I can’t control the building pleasure inside me. And when he leans over, covering my back with his chest, and his fingers slip around my stomach and back between my legs to find the delicious wetness he’s summoned from me, I lose it.

  But there’s something most people don’t know about Akeelian girls. We’re not like the Cygnians who light up like suns.

  We take the world into darkness.

  Even inside a virtual, this cannot be stopped.

  Like demons in old tales, we steal the light, and turn it into nothingness, and then bring it back into everything.

  The future belongs to girls like me. Because that’s what I see in my moment of release.

  The world blinks out and Tray and I are gone. Not gone, like the gray cloud of a missing world, but floating out in the deep dark of space and time because we are space and time. We control it because we control the future.

  Every possibility flashes in my mind. Every way we could live and die is real in this instant.

  And then we’re back and I’m coming, and he’s coming, and the world is nothing but darkness.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - TRAY

  I wake up first. We’re haphazardly strewn across the bed covers, a tangle of arms and legs. Her hair is across my face and there’s a ray of sun shining through a glassless window that hits her in just the right way to make her hair appear bright purple.

  I like waking up. There are a couple minutes every morning when none of the bigger, wider problems touch me. I don’t have to think about anything, or do anything, or make anything work.

  It’s just peace.

  But it doesn’t last long. The day inevitably starts. I get up, dress, eat, work. And that feeling of peace does not return until the next morning.

  I’m tired of it.

  I cannot remember a time when I wasn’t stressed about something.

  About the station, about ALCOR, about the Pleasure Prison, about Brigit, about all of it.

  Until now, that is.

  It’s selfish of me to want to stay here when Harem Station is probably a mess. Hell, who knows what’s happening back home. People could be dead. And ALCOR—I don’t know what to feel about that guy. I’ve had conflicting emotions about him for so long I’m not even sure where I stand anymore.

  Is he good? Is he evil? Is he just human—a little of both?

  Is he dead?

  It’s easier if he is. Because if he’s dead I don’t have to think about him anymore. I don’t have to wonder whose side he’s on. I don’t have to choose one, either. I can just exist.

  Wouldn’t that be nice?

  I sigh. Is it so bad to want this? To want a few days to myself? A few days inside this virtual will not make a bit of difference out there. Seconds will pass. That’s it. Hell, we could stay here for a few years. We could stay here a lifetime and hardly anything will change on the outside.

  I throw a leg over the side of the bed and Brigit turns over, mumbling something I don’t quite catch.

  “What’s that, princess?”

  “Don’t go,” she moans. “I’m still tired.”

  “Stay here. I have to go talk to Valor. Come find us when you’re ready, OK?” I lean down and kiss her head. And she turns in to it so our lips meet.

  It’s just a quick kiss and then she turns back over again, but I find myself smiling and unreasonably happy that she just did that.

  “Take your time,” I say, then head out of the hut and look around.

  She did a nice job here. It’s… stunning, actually.

  The sea breeze is salty and there’s that hint of organic matter surrounding this place. The kind of scent I’ve only smelled in the greenhouses on Harem Station. A biosphere, that’s what it smells like.

  So real.

  God, I love her. I sigh deeply and once again I’m thinking about what’s waiting for us on the outside.

  Problems. Stress, for sure. Probably war and death too.

  I don’t want to do it anymore. I just want to be done. I want to live with her. I want to pretend with her.

  What is the point? That’s what I ask myself all the fucking time. What is the point of all this?

  We’re all gonna die. We can’t take anything with us. Nothing lasts forever. Not even a ship like Booty or an AI like ALCOR. And let’s just be real here. I’m going to end up just like ALCOR. No one told me that specifically, but I see it coming. I’m not dumb and I’m not delusional. I’m a realist. I know what I am. And one day, probably soon, I won’t be me anymore. I’ll be just like him. And then I will be stuck running a station or something. Being responsible for the lives of other people, or bots, or borgs. Doing all kinds of stressful things for thousands and thousands of years just like him.

  No end in sight.

  I will go mad, and get sane again. Over and over again. I will find friends, and lose them. And that will be just another endless cycle.

  So… I have to ask myself now that I’m here—now that we’re safe inside the spin node where no one can find us, or hurt us—why would we ever want to leave this place?

  It’s a dangerous line of thought. I don’t normally let myself dwell on it. Or dream too hard about just… giving up and existing in a virtual in perpetuity.

  But I’m already here.

  It would be so easy.

  A loud bird call makes me turn my head towards the trees and I’m reminded that Valor disappeared through the forest before we went into the hut. There’s no way to really tell time in here. The sun, I guess. But it’s not my time, it’s Brigit’s. So there’s really no way to mark that.

  Whatever I decide, I have to talk to Valor about it first. He’s here too. And we’re stuck with each other now. If I stay, he stays. If he goes, I go. Our fates are locked together.

  So I head into the trees, taking the well-worn sandy path that he took. No idea where I’m going. No idea where he even is. He could be anywhere.

  And every step further into the jungle I’m reminded of just how real this place is. How private, and perfect, and so much better than that crappy place I made for Brigit, that’s for sure.

  This is truly the dream. The real meaning of paradise.

  And it’s all ours.

  The sound of a waterfall up ahead pulls me back into my current reality and I start looking around at all the flora and fauna in this forest. Small, fluttery insects, and long-legged hoppy amphibians. Birds, and I even spot a few leaf-nibblers. No large animals. No predators that I can see. Though maybe birds count.

  The waterfall becomes louder and when I come around a large boulder I see it off in the distance. Closer to me is a large, calm pool of perfectly clear water and I find Valor there, floating on his back, his cock semi-hard and draped across his thigh.

  If I had known he was into Luck before we started this friendship I’d have thought about his future a little more thoroughly.

  What did I think would really happen to Valor once I got Brigit out of this mess?

  I know the answer to that. I just don’t want to admit it.

  I don’t want it to turn out that way, either. He’s into me. Maybe he’s into Brigit too? He had to have already thought about all this stuff I’m dwelling on right now. He’s been here for a long time.

  But maybe that means he’s ready to leave?

  I need Valor. He’s a very important part of my “free Brigit” plan.

  But I was wandering inside this virtual for a long time before I found them and I actually thought about his relationship with Luck a lot.

  Thought about maybe taking Luck’s place in Valor’s heart.

  Thought about sharing Brigit.

  I don’t really want to share her. But I don’t want Valor to leave, either. Not because I need him. Because I like him. I don’t think I know him well enough to love him yet, but if he wants to stay here for a while, I’d like to learn to love him.

  “Hey!” I call ou
t.

  Valor rolls over in the water and shields his eyes to look at me. “What’s up? You get what you needed?”

  It doesn’t come off snide, or jealous, or even like he’s annoyed. Just a simple question.

  He starts swimming towards me. Easy, long arm strokes that quickly brings him to the shore. He stands up in the water and walks out towards me, unapologetic that his cock is swinging and growing as he walks, as he closes the distance between us.

  “I did,” I say, once he’s near. He stops and we stare at each other for a few moments. Valor is a damn good-looking man.

  He smiles. It reminds me of my own smile. Kind of a crooked smile. “I’m glad you found us. Fuck, I was worried. I swear to the sun, I was just asking Brigit to tell me how to get out so I could go check the ship. But… she didn’t want to be alone. We were kinda talking that through when you showed up.” He sucks in a breath and holds it, waits two seconds, then lets it out. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  “Why?” And I smile. “Because being around my naked girlfriend was driving you insane?”

  “Hey.” He chuckles. “I waited.”

  “I know. She told me you guys didn’t—”

  “I wanted to,” he interrupts. “She wanted to, too. But nah.” He licks his lips. Narrows his eyes a little bit. “I wanted you first. And you wanted her first. So.” He shrugs.

  “You want me?”

  He shoots me a look that says, Don’t play.

  “And her?” I ask. Nodding my head in the direction of the hut.

  “Sure. Why not?”

  “We have to go, though. Meet up with Booty and ALCOR. Do”—I wave my hand in the air flippantly—“whatever the fuck we’re doing.” And then unexpectedly, I laugh. And Valor laughs too.

  “What are we doing again?” he asks.

  “I don’t fucking know, dude.” And for a moment there’s a flicker inside me. Some kind of disruptive… hitch. How did this happen? How did I get here? Why is Valor here with us?

  This lapse in understanding is fleeting. Like… nanoseconds. And when it’s over I almost panic. Because it was weird, and while lots of things inside my head are both weird and normal at the same time, disruptive hitches aren’t one them.