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by K. C. Cross


  “Can you?”

  “Sure. I can do anything once I set my mind to it.”

  “He’s an evil, all-powerful AI and he can’t get himself out. So how would you do that?”

  She taps her head. “I can concoct perfect plans, Luck. You might think, Oh, aren’t Delphi and Lyra so clever? They pulled off really great schemes. But they are nothing compared to me and my crafty brain. I’m the clever one. I’ll figure it out, believe me.”

  “If that’s what he wants,” I say. “But you know what would be easier?”

  “What?”

  “Just get Tray to ask Asshole ALCOR what Crux wants to know. He’s the one in charge inside the Pleasure Prison. Asshole ALCOR would probably do anything to get on Tray’s good side right now.”

  Her eyes open wide. “That’s a good idea.”

  I down my drink, set the glass down, then take hers from her hand and set that down too. Then I grab her and pull her on top of me. Because I would just like to fuck her real fast, then kick her out and go to sleep. Forget all about this scheming and let her bother other people with the crazy inside her brain for a while.

  “Oooooooh,” she squeals, straddling me. Rubbing herself across my lap. The friction making my cocks jump with anticipation.

  The best thing about this little soulmate side show we’re having right now? She never says no. And she doesn’t need gifts, or sweet talk, or promises either. She’s always ready and willing.

  I could get used to that.

  Maybe I am used to that? We’ve been doing this for almost two months now. I don’t even think about other girls.

  Which… maybe that’s weird? But fuck it. Why bother romancing strangers when I have a convenient sex princess who needs me, and only me, to release her pent-up luminous flux?

  I reach for the upper part of her strapless bodysuit and I’m just about to pull it down to reveal her goods when both her hands grip my wrists.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Don’t do that.” And she’s serious when she says this. Don’t do that. It comes out like a threat.

  “Why not?” I ask. “I wanna play with your tits.”

  “I’m only gonna say this once, Luck. OK?” She smiles. “I do not get naked for you.”

  “You’re not getting naked. I just wanna see your tits.”

  She pauses to consider this. And I’m like… what the fuck? Because I don’t understand. There’s nothing to think about. I pull down her suit, her tits bounce out, and I get to man-handle them.

  “How about this instead?” she asks. And then she grabs my t-shirt at the collar and rips it open.

  Just like that. Just rips it open.

  “Suns, Nyleena.” I laugh. “You’re crazy.”

  She smiles and waggles her eyebrows at me, then glances down and ogles my well-muscled chest. Her palms press flat against my skin as she leans forward, her pussy already moving back and forth across my cocks, making them grow even bigger.

  Two seconds later and I’ve got the stick tab between her legs opened up and I’m pushing a finger inside her.

  “Oh, shit,” she coos, her fingers deftly releasing the tab on my tactical pants. The stick tab comes apart and then she’s got her hand inside. Wrapping around both my cocks as she squeezes and jerks on me.

  She knows what she’s doing too. Nyleena has the erotic skills of a sexbot.

  “Do you want me to suck it?” she asks, already maneuvering into position.

  “No,” I say. Because as nice as her mouth is, I just want her pussy tonight. “Just put me inside you,” I say.

  “Ohhh,” she moans. “Your wish is my command, Commander Luck. I’m your little sex slave, aren’t I?”

  OK. So we do a little role-playing. She does mostly. Her idea, not mine. But I don’t care. I’m not really into it but it seems to be her thing, if you know what I mean. The thing that gets her all hot and ready. And I like sex with Nyleena to be quick and this Commander Luck stuff gets the job done. So I decide to play along and say, “You’re my bought-and-paid for sex slave, Princess Nyleena. And you will fuck me whenever I command it.”

  “Oh, no,” she fake-cries as she positions both my cocks at her entrance. “You’re going to hurt me, aren’t you? You’re so big and I’m so tight…”

  Fine. It’s predictable. Who cares? It works.

  “My giant Akeelian cocks are gonna split you in half, princess. You won’t be able to walk. Ever again. I will ruin you.”

  “Ruin me!” she yells, sitting down so both of my cocks slide up inside her.

  She is tight though. Oh, God. And her vaginal muscles are like trained performers. They contract around my shafts so hard, I wince.

  But she feels so goddamned good I just want more.

  I stand up, taking her with me. Nyleena squeals with excitements and contracts around my shafts again, making sure they don’t slip out as I walk her over to a wall and press her back up against it.

  There is no chance of me slipping out now. Not until we’re done. Because the heads of both of my cocks are swelling up inside her, locking us together until our desire to fuck is over.

  “You’re an animal,” she growls. “Keep talking dirty to me.”

  “Don’t scratch me again,” I warn. My face still stings from earlier.

  “Got it,” she pants. “No scratching.”

  And then she bites me.

  “Fuck!” I yell. Because when Nyleena decides to bite, she fucking bites hard. And even though I can’t feel it now… I will feel that later.

  “Yeah,” she says. “Get mad. Get angry. Hate-fuck me, Commander Luck. I want you to pound me—”

  I think I lose time when she starts talking like this during sex. Because my mind kinda floats in empty space for a few moments. I see nothing but pin-pricks of light surrounded by deep, dark space as I thrust my hips harder faster. Seeking to be as deep inside her as I can get.

  “I want you to fuck me like the universe depends on it! I want you to—”

  I put my hand over her mouth. Because now she’s just distracting me.

  I want to float in the emptiness we create. Just let the feeling of her pussy clenching down on my shafts fill up the entire universe.

  She keeps talking under my hand, but I don’t care. I’m close. Very close.

  Her thighs squeeze my hips. Crushing me like a vice. And I retaliate by reaching up to grab a huge fistful of her sleek, silver hair, and I pull it.

  More muffled talking under my palm. My hips rocking into her like they have a mind of their own and then…

  And then that moment comes. Not the release. Not yet.

  There’s another moment we have together. Something I’ve never experienced with any other woman.

  It’s a moment of disembodied calm.

  Everything ceases to exist except that deep, dark space and the pinpricks of light.

  It stretches time out to infinity and we are stuck there.

  Happy to be stuck there.

  And then, light.

  CHAPTER SIX - NYLEENA

  Rustling beside me draws me up from a perfect dream.

  But I’m reluctant to wake, so I linger in that in-between state. It’s warm. There’s a soft glow.

  Not the glow of me. Which is white and harsh unless I fully release the silver-laced lavender inside me. More gold than silver.

  And not the energy of me, either. Which is electric and sharp. It’s more of a calm buzzing.

  Then the rustling that woke me becomes restlessness and something hard and muscular wraps around my middle.

  I open my eyes and realize I’m in someone’s bed.

  I turn my head to see the edges of Luck’s dark blond hair curling around my peripheral vision.

  What the hell?

  How did I get here? Did I just… spend the night with him?

  I lift up the light silver sheet covering us and yup. We’re naked.

  Motherfucker took off my clothes!

  I hate that. I fucking hate it. He
’s gonna have all kinds of questions and… Hold on.

  I stop fuming about being naked and instead concentrate on what I’m seeing under the sheets.

  Damn. He’s got a nice body. One of his legs is draped over my hip possessively. Both his arms are wrapped around my middle, and his mouth is pressed up against my neck.

  He’s breathing softly and this tickles all the tiny hairs behind my ear, making my nipples perk up into little peaks.

  I squirm, trying to break free of his grip. Because I need to get dressed and I need to do that now.

  He just hugs me tighter and growls, “Don’t move.”

  “I need to go,” I say, struggling as I pull a sheet around me.

  “Not yet,” he hums.

  “Why? Why did you let me spend the night here? Sun’s sake. I don’t even remember getting in bed with you. I don’t even remember getting undressed.”

  He answers me with a soft snore.

  “Are you listening to me?”

  “No,” he mumbles. “Don’t move.”

  “I need to go,” I say. “Is it morning? I have shit to do. My ship is waiting.”

  And I’m naked, I remind myself. I do not get naked with people. Especially him.

  “Stay here,” he grumbles. “That’s an order from your commander.”

  “Why?”

  He sighs. Long and loud. “Because I’m fucking still tired, OK? And I’m comfortable. That’s all you need to know.”

  “I’m not your goddamned pillow, Luck. Let me go!”

  “Fine,” he says, releasing me. Then he takes the sole of his foot and kicks me away. So hard I actually fall off the bed.

  “You asshole.”

  “I told you not to move. But if you insist on moving, then just get the fuck out.”

  “You’re such a jerk,” I say, grabbing the sheet and pulling it off him, then quickly cover myself.

  He opens one eye. Glares at me. Then closes it again and turns over so he’s lying on his stomach.

  I have to suck in a breath of air at the sight of his bare backside.

  Suns. He is all muscle.

  And scars, I realize.

  “Either stay and get your ass back in bed or get the fuck out, Nyleena. I’m still. Fucking. Tired.”

  “Ugggggh,” I say in response. “You’re such an asshole. I’ll have you know I’ll be gone by the end of the day. Then you’ll have to be nice to girls to make them fuck you. And good luck with that, Luck.”

  “Why are you still here?”

  “Fuck you.”

  I get up, sheet tucked against my breasts, and look around for my clothes.

  Not here.

  So I walk over to his closet.

  “Now what the hell are you doing?”

  I don’t even answer him. Just pull a t-shirt off a hanger and slip it on real quick. I grab a pair of shorts, put those on too, then walk out of the bedroom and find my sexy boots scattered along the hallway.

  Hmm. He must’ve undressed me as we walked to the bedroom.

  But… that could not have happened.

  I do not get naked with men.

  I don’t bother putting the boots on. Just carry them in my arms and get in the elevator.

  My quarters are one level down. And when I exit the elevator and enter the short hallway, the cyborg master is exiting his quarters.

  We share this floor.

  His one red eye flashes across his face. “Walk of shame, huh?”

  “Fuck you,” I mutter, pressing the code to enter my place.

  “Always a delight, Nyleena,” he calls, just before the elevator doors close and he disappears.

  This day is going to be a disaster, I can already tell.

  “No,” I say out loud. “I’m leaving this stupid station tonight.”

  I will do whatever it takes to scheme my way off this place.

  I’m done with everyone. I’m done with Lyra, and Delphi, and all those stupid brothers. And ALCOR, all of them too. But especially Luck.

  Who the hell does he think he is?

  He’s no one.

  I’m the goddamned silver princess in this place. Me. They have no one higher up in rank than me.

  Not even Asshole ALCOR outranks me.

  I’m the motherfucking commander. And if I see Luck today, I’m gonna tell him that. He’s the little bitch now.

  His plan was dumb too. Just ask Tray to ask ALCOR. And owe him a favor when I leave? No, thank you.

  My plan was good.

  I’m gonna take a shower, put on my most badass princess outfit, walk up to the Pleasure Prison, go inside, and then find that damn AI and make him tell me everything he knows about leveling up.

  Then I’m gonna get my ship and leave.

  I’m not even gonna say goodbye to asshole Luck.

  “What do you mean you’re full?”

  The Centurian running the main entrance to the Pleasure Prison is kinda tall and intimidating. And she’s got no fewer than four weapons strapped to her body. So even though I’m a haughty silver princess, I try to control my anger.

  I’m not sure she’d really shoot me with that pistol on her hip because Baby ALCOR has pretty strict rules about maiming and murdering here on Harem, but you never know.

  “We’re full,” she says again. “Meaning there’s no room for more bodies in the gaming pod levels. We have a wait list on the air screen. Put your name on that and you’ll be pinged when it’s time.”

  “How long does it usually take to be pinged?”

  She rolls her eyes at me, then pinches her fingers together in the air and opens up her air screen. “There’s two thousand, one hundred and seventy-two people ahead of you. Probably two weeks.”

  “Two weeks?”

  “And did you see what I did here?” she says, closing and opening her air screen again. “Unless you’re an idiot, you can do that too. Now move along. I have customers.”

  “How come they get in?”

  “Because they put their name on the wait list and now it’s their turn.”

  “But I’m Princess Nyleena, Luck’s… you know. And I’m on a special mission from Crux. Can’t you make an exception?”

  “And I’m the Queen of Centuria.” She pulls that pistol off her hip and presses it right up against my head. “Now get the fuck out of my face.”

  I turn away and mutter, “Bitch.”

  “I heard that,” she calls after me.

  Great. Now what? Two weeks? I can’t wait two weeks.

  I stop at the edge of the terrace on the Pleasure Prison level and pout. I really want that ship. And I really want it today. Surely, I can make this happen.

  And that’s when I spot Valor getting off a bot lift and walking towards the little hallway that leads to the control room.

  I follow him in a rush and catch up just in time to walk through the control room door before it closes.

  He whirls at me, pistol drawn.

  I put up my hands. Because I’m pretty sure Valor is allowed to shoot anyone he wants on this station. “It’s just me.”

  “For sun’s fucking sake, Nyleena. What the hell?”

  “I can’t get in the Pleasure Prison. That bitch at the entrance says there’s a two-week wait.”

  The guy at the control center gets up and says, “No problems to report. See ya later, Valor.”

  Valor says, “Thanks, Mik. Have a good one.” Then he turns to me and says, “So?”

  “So I need to get in! Can’t you get me in?”

  “No,” he says, taking his seat at the control center.

  “But… you have an empty pod right here.” I point to the empty pod in the middle of the room.

  He laughs. “That’s Tray’s pod. No one uses it but him. Not even me.”

  “But he won’t know. Can’t you just sneak me in real quick?”

  Just as I say that, Tray enters. He nods to me—“Nyleena”—then opens up the lid of the gaming pod.

  “Tray!” I say brightly. “Perfect. Just the
man I need to see. Is there any way to—”

  “I don’t have time, Nyleena. Whatever you need, get it from Luck. He’s your responsible party, not me.”

  Then he get inside the pod, shuts the lid, and… well, that’s that.

  “But—” I turn back to Valor, who is not paying any attention to me. “Come on!” I say. “You can get me on the list. I know you can. You’re Valor, for fuck’s sake.”

  “Luck can get you on that list too.” He shoots me a look over his shoulder. “He’s Luck.”

  “I can’t ask him. He’s being a dick today.”

  “I’m busy, Nyleena. Get out.”

  “No.” I huff. “Don’t you need something?”

  “What?”

  “A trade? Yeah. Let’s do a trade. I’ll get you whatever you want and you push my name up to the top of the list. Today.”

  “I don’t need anything from you.”

  “Everyone needs something. Just… what about Veila?”

  “What?” And this really gets his attention. Because he actually spins around in his chair to look at me. “What about her?”

  “I’ve noticed you’re a little bit obsessed with her.”

  “Am not.”

  “Please. You watch that stupid message she sent Delphi and Jimmy every chance you get.”

  “What do you know about her?”

  “Lots,” I say, nodding my head. “I’m a silver. Just like her. I know lots.”

  “Like what?”

  “What do you want to know?”

  He thinks for a moment, then says, “I want to know what happened back on the Lair Station. I want to know what she told Jimmy. Because he’s keeping something from me, I can just tell.”

  “Hmm,” I say. “Well, I wasn’t there.”

  He turns back to the controls. “Good talking to you then, Nyleena. Now leave, before I have to call security bots and have you locked up. Again.”

  “What if I get that info? From Jimmy and Delphi? Then what? Will you push me up the list?”

  “They’re not gonna tell you shit.” But then he turns back to me. “But Luck would. He was there too. I’m pretty sure Jimmy told him more than he told me. So… if you can get Luck to tell you… sure. OK. I’ll push you up the list.”

  “Done.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN - LUCK

 

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