Had he made an error? Fern was hiding her face. But Ryke was smiling. So, maybe not?
Ryke rose from his chair and walked around the table to Gio. He placed a hand on the back of her chair. “That was the day I branded Gio’s back and made her mine, truly. Forever. You were privileged to see that. I branded her using waik crystal.” He leaned down and spoke just above her ear. “Show them.”
Obediently, she stood and turned around, Ryke pulled the straps of her dress down her arms, rolling them until her back was bared. Her golden fair hair curled past her nape and swept her skin.
He’d seen the silver anklet, which would be Ryke’s ownership symbol, but this was indeed the color of waik. At the center was a flowing letter R. Scintillating, blue filaments wound and fanned out in little rivers – a pattern that defied mapping.
JI could not have drawn that even if he had a tablet before him. It seemed to flow into her flesh and change direction.
“This made Gio a part of Aerthe. You are unique, and mine. On your knees.” He flicked a finger and Gio lowered herself, looking up at him expectantly, mouth parted. JI would swear he could see the beat of blood in her neck.
The sexuality between them was so rampant, so thick, as was the erection barely concealed by Ryke’s pants, that JI almost expected Ryke to make her swallow his cock before them,
“You can borrow a fuckspear for the night, Osta. Is that to your liking?”
JI sat up.
Was this his Osta remnant talking? Because, at the word fuckspear, terrible ideas had landed in his head. Sexual perversions, he supposed. He wiped a hand down his face.
“I’m going to tie mine up and do despicable things to her, as she likes me to. But you are free to borrow.” Ryke caressed Gio’s jawline then winked at JI. “Anything.”
“You are generous.” JI inclined his head in a small thank you.
“Side room. There. Take your leave as you wish to.” He nudged the strap of Gio’s dress. “Undress completely. Ignore our guests.”
He looked to Fern who appeared mortified then he nodded. “Where are we staying?”
“That building across the street is yours.” His arm pointed out the window and JI followed the direction. “Only the front, ground-floor room is repaired.”
“Noted. Thank you for the meal and the wine.”
“Take a bottle of rotgut with you, as well as the fuckspear, and…” He pointed again at the side room, waggled his wrist. “Whatever else in there suits you.”
JI held out his hand to Fern. “Time for us to go.”
Chapter 25
Watching JI be almost scared of the knives and forks after dominating her in the bathroom had been the usual revelation. He bled weirdness. A battle mech made human-ish.
Of course he was weird.
She liked weird. She liked him.
While he sorted through the kinky equipment Ryke possessed, collecting things, she wondered nervously if he really meant to use everything on her. How he knew how kinky she was without really asking her.
While they walked hand in hand across the street to this house they’d borrowed for a night, she came to a conclusion.
She’d fallen in love with him.
She must be wrong. How was that possible? A fleeting infatuation, surely. This was a man who seemed to know her inside out and down to the bone, down to the fears that kept her awake or made her want to run. How did he do this, when using a fork was a challenge?
Sometimes he knew her better than she knew herself.
That was perhaps the one bug in the system. How had he come to such a depth of empathy with her, a lost human, a species this world only recently found and dragged into being. If anything was the anomaly on Aerthe, it was she.
“Here.” JI ushered her through the door with his large hand on her back. Big room, sparse furniture, except for a rectangular table, a few chairs, a bed piled with bedding. “Keep your dress on. I like the red against your skin.” He slid his fingers down her bare spine making her shiver.
She shucked her ankle boots.
“Sit on the edge of that table. Dinner has given me a fetish for fucking you on a table. I’d have done it back there if invited.”
Fern swung on him, ready to blurt some protest but he shushed her, hand over her mouth.
“No talking or I gag you.”
“Oh! But…” His eyes told her she was on treacherous ground. Though really, being gagged was a fetish she’d never grown out of. To defy him? He might use some impromptu rag to gag her. Ugh. She gulped down her words and backed to the table, hoisted herself onto the edge.
Night had fallen.
Legs dangling, kicking, she watched him. Blue waik lights on poles at the corners lent this a magical air. From the barriers and the dust glimpsed through holes in a wall, the other rooms were yet to be resurrected from their woeful state. Did they even have a bathroom? JI didn’t appear to care.
Instead he tumbled what he’d brought from Ryke’s dwelling onto the bed. She registered the shine and clink of chain then looked away. She didn’t want to see what he had. The fuckspear was a given – a long stick with a ginormous dildo attached. Whatever he did with that would make her squeal, either end.
And beg for more. She could be so dirty and kinky when the guy cared for her. Never had she thought to find that here. Not after the judge and her poor broken hand.
“Mind on us, Fern. Nothing but us.”
She blinked. Again, he’d guessed her wavering from the now, and her consternation.
JI advanced toward her, chair and pillow in one hand, gear of unknown kinkiness in the other. She preferred surprises and kept her focus on him – this big, bold mech-warrior who towered over her by a head and was afraid of forks.
Her heart vied with her pussy for attention. Her infatuation must be kept quiet. He mustn’t know.
Why? She questioned her motives as he set the chair before her, squared it. Precision – he liked that.
“That dress…” He shook his head. “There is something about how it clings to you and accentuates your breasts.” He’d raised the fuckspear, holding the shaft near the dildo end, and traced the underside of her breasts with the tip.
“You know… That won’t fit.” Daring the lie, she caught her breath as he lowered it and prodded between her legs, finding a place so close to where she was wettest that she already craved him sinking it inside her.
“We’ll see. Spread your legs, wider.” He pushed the dress up her thighs, smoothing it with his palm while still rhythmically pushing that dildo, almost, within. Her pussy lips were parting and she closed her eyes, to feel.
“Eyes open, Fern. How else can I see what I’m doing to you? I want to see what is in them. I want to absorb your gasps, breathe in your moans. The quiver of your lips and eyelashes. I want…” He leaned in and bit her above her breast, nipping until she squeaked and wriggled. “I want your lust, want to see your dirty desires. Organics have such disgustingly wet, sex lives. Cum everywhere, dripping from here, your cunt, after I fuck you. Your mouth. Your own juices.” He pushed the fuckspear deeper. “Messy girl.”
She wriggled, her nostrils widening as desire slew her just a little, took her away from worries. Only here, now, mattered.
Only what he did to her.
Wriggling moved the dildo. Fuck.
Messy. Yes. Already her ass was getting a dribble running down to it. Her juices, as he called them. Which made it sound even dirtier.
“I’m going to sit and you’re going to move this in you, without getting off the table. Fuck yourself for me. Come for me, and I will consider doing more, my pet-girl. Wrap your hands over the edge unless I say they can do something.”
She obeyed, though she craved playing with herself.
JI fetched a chain leash from the chair and clipped it to her collar.
“I’m going to fuck your ass tonight.”
Eeek. That idea… She opened her mouth to speak but again he shushed her, this time with a finge
r held upright.
“Don’t glare. I’ll do something about that glare later. I will be careful. I interviewed a scav...” Interviewed! Fern nearly exploded at that. “…about ass-fucking back at Owler, so I know to go slow.”
And use lots of lube. Did he even know what lube was? She squirmed, desperate to say more. Fern pointed to her mouth.
“No. No talking for you.” JI never quite grinned but now he had. This amused him. The bastard. “Don’t worry. I will listen if it hurts too much.”
Too much? Her eyes had likely popped, but JI only retreated and sat on the chair, with the end of the fuckspear in his hand. Casually, elbow steadied on the chair arm, he extended his arm and pushed it farther inside her.
She struggled not to slam shut her eyes, grunted, once. The wanting…
“Quiet now. Fuck yourself. Or else.”
Oh god, that or else undid her.
Or else he’d ass fuck her harder?
It was the threat that made her focus on him, made her quieten.
She loved threats from a man she could, mostly, trust. The hardness of the dildo pressed at her thighs and she opened her legs wider, letting him see what he did, how he violated her.
JI leaned an elbow on the chair’s arm and rotated the fuckspear. Nonchalant, as if she was merely his throwaway toy. His pet.
His gaze was not on her face.
She pushed herself a small distance onto the dildo, shuddered, felt her pussy squeeze in. She surely couldn’t come just from this?
But the filthy connection to him from the object he shoved into her pussy, down that timber handle, all the long way to his fist, made pleasure rise and shiver into her flesh, her eyelids half-close, flooded her with its power. He was doing this to her.
“When I ass fuck you, you can speak, if you have to.”
She almost said thank you, but her head had tilted back, and her tongue swept her mouth, and she remembered the thickness of that fuckspear. Fern began to rock herself onto the dildo, back and forth, the widening of her cunt so extreme when she went too far forward that she had to stop and pant before trying again. Her fingers hurt where she gripped the table edge.
“That’s it,” JI said, roughly. “Fuck that wet cunt, open it up. Let me hear you, all of you, your mouth making those sexy sounds, your cunt making them.”
Eyes open, she rocked onto it, and at a certain place, a catch, a painful nudge of the engorged fucking great thing made her gulp and quiver, made her clit feel as if it too would pop, and the climax built, and built. Despite her misgivings, still rocking, still clenching, she moaned herself into a blistering orgasm, in front of a man who wanted to do even dirtier things to her.
That, that knowledge, made her shudder again into an after-shock.
“Dirty,” he said softly, smiling and with his hand stroking his chin. “Good pet-girl. Now, I get to use the other things I brought.”
The fuckspear was sucked from her and propped against the chair.
A handful of belts and buckles dripped from either side of his hand when he stood. After placing those on the table, he had her pull up her legs and put the soles of her feet on the table surface.
JI stripped off the dress, then bound her lower legs to her thighs, cinching them firmly. The stubble on his chin was so close to her bare nipples she found herself wishing to bite him, somewhere, his jaw, mouth…cock. Her arms, he strapped to her thighs, until she was curled over her stomach. A woman turned into a vulnerable ball. When he pushed her, she could do nothing except roll onto her side.
“That’s it, now what can you do? Nothing.” JI shoved his fingers into her pussy again, then ran up her bare spine and into her mouth with three of them, filling her there until she licked her tongue over and around them.
She shivered, throat caught on the possibilities.
Kissing her nape and back, he gagged her with soft rope between her teeth, checking that she could still speak around it, if she needed to. Nervous, Fern was almost certain her garbled words would be a scream, soon.
A good scream.
He stood then and pulled off his own clothes, squeezing a fist down his cock once he was naked, and showing her what a hefty erection he’d made for her.
The spikes, ohmigod, how had she forgotten those? They stood out on the circumference of the shaft of his cock. Threatened her, as he stalked about. Fern whimpered.
Trapped on her side, wrists bound to her thighs, he hauled her across the table to where he stood, poked her mouth with his cock until she let him slip the head inside. Dribbling saliva on him, tasting him. This close, the spikes were out of focus but looked immense.
He thrust and slid, in, out, coasting on her tongue, stretching her lips at the corners.
“For your ass, eventually. Miss Fuckable Package.” JI stroked his fingers along her slit and brought them to her face, glistening.
“Lick again. Be good, and I will put the fuckspear in you while I do your ass.”
Was that good, or bad? But she flicked her tongue over and between them swallowing, and she squirmed, worried, and yet wanting to find out more.
“You’ve done this before? Ass sex?”
She nodded. She had, but anal was never easy for her.
“Good.”
Spellbound, she watched as he experimented with things he fished from his pile. The dildo he gave up on after striving to force it onto her pussy. With her legs together that was made twice as difficult. He detached it from the pole and applied it to her ass instead, worming it around while he bit her and whispered dire warnings about making her come and bleed.
She squeaked at that, only to feel another bite, just above her cunt, and then a kiss over the spot. Her groan and wiggle of ass was probably the wrong signal.
Bastard.
Words, it was words only. Filthy, bad, dirty words were the best aphrodisiac.
“I could swim down here,” he whispered then swiped his tongue from clit to slit and back again, wriggling it inside her at the last. Tongue fucking her while he tried to force the dildo deeper.
The circle of muscles protecting her ass denied him entry.
A device the size of a small gun was plonked to the table before her face. Blue waik-light flowed along channels and there were buttons, writing too. Accuator? A vibe of some sort, she surmised, but already JI was licking at her, tongue probing her entrance while the dildo probed her ass, and pressed, and almost went in.
Arching at that invasion, she failed to see when he retrieved the strange vibe, not until he’d pushed it under her thighs then between them to find her clit. Even then he didn’t switch it on. Instead he turned her in place, and leaned over her uppermost breast, tongue out. His tongue tip almost touched her nipple. Tempting her.
Fern strained against the belts, pushing herself at his mouth.
He latched on and sucked.
With a soft grunt, she arched again, straining against the ties. Still suckling he reached over her and switched on the vibe. Blueness scintillated into her mind, joining all of her, that hot sucking mouth, the dick thing in her ass, dildo slipping past the tight circle with a jolt, and her clit enveloped by that blueness. Pleasure warping her, writhing, weeping, she moaned constantly as he fucked her here, there, the vibe amping up the power.
Such power. Pleasure beyond anything, ever, felt by her.
Mind blown into a place where desire ruled, a desire for more, she screamed, muscles tight against the bondage, legs quivering, shaking. Yet she knew when he substituted his demonically-spiked cock for the dildo and she did…not…care.
He slid in slowly, widening her down there, but she was shaking, shaking, moaning, mindless, and tumbling through an O that might never end.
Fern succumbed, gave, lost herself.
She was his until he freed her.
Sobbing, she felt as…
The spikes slid in. Shifted back and forth along the now filthy wet table by his thrusts, her eyes rolled up so high she was blind, and red pain joined the tumult o
f pleasure, twisting in unison, roaring, taking down all thought.
Whimpering, she drowned in another orgasm.
Chapter 26
JI watched as the spikes played peekaboo with her asshole. Thrusting, he restrained his need to pound into her, to fully release himself to the drive of sex. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and hip. While she trembled and keened, her climax was coming to him second-hand via mechlings.
Too much. He was going to…
He ripped himself from her, staggered, watched, and felt her still coming, muscles pushed to extremes, her tied hands scrabbling at air, tendons taut. The blue waik light flickered where the device was wedged between her thighs. Desperate, frustrated, choked by desire, he found the thick, flexible sheath he’d fetched from Ryke’s room, and slid his cock into it, rolled it all the way on.
Then, erection so hard, so clamped inside this sheath that he hoped would stop him tearing her open, he dripped on the lube, then fucked himself back into that waiting hole. Sinking in again, he grunted, shoved, managed to get further than before. Another thrust while clinging to her hip and he banged up against her skin.
This time he’d go all the way. Her lust and writhing, the wetness on hands and cock, the smell of sex, this woman pinned under him and bound for his own fucking pleasure, it overwhelmed.
The thrusts grew louder, harder, fucked her along the table’s slippery surface. Through the see-through sheath, he could see the spikes vanish and reappear, pop into her, be swallowed, slide out. Until at last, screaming in accompaniment to Fern’s now babbles and groans, he exploded into her, cum drenching her asshole – it’d somehow escaped the sheath, and more spurted from her as he shifted. Bent over, panting, cursing, he stayed in her until long past the last stream ejected from him.
Sweat poured over his skin, and hers. Slick, everything was slick – table, girl, girl’s cunt, him. He stepped in sweat, almost slid.
He pulled out.
“Fuck,” he coughed out, wiping both hands on his hips and only to find he’d picked up more sweat. “Fuck!”
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