Her fingers curled around him, not quite circling his thickness. His cock felt hot and incredibly hard in her hands. She pulled him out and caressed the long, purplish length. Velvet over steel. Perfect.
Erik groaned, long and deep.
She leaned forward and licked the head, swirling her tongue over the thick top and around the rim. She flicked the sensitive underside and dragged her tongue along the lightly ridged shaft, up and down.
“Oh, damn!” Erik’s hands fisted at his sides, and his muscles visibly tightened.
Behind her, Braden sat on the bed. He slowly massaged her shoulders, then tugged her long hair behind her, wrapping the strands around his hand. “Suck his cock, Leila. Put the man out of his misery. He’s waited for this longer than you know.”
Smiling slightly, she leaned forward again, wondering if Braden held her hair simply to give the others a better view of the action. She slid her lips over the bulbous head of Erik’s cock and sucked. “Mmm.”
Even after everything they’d done to her, she found this act the most erotic.
“Oh, yeah, Leila.” Erik moaned. “Your mouth on my dick feels better than I ever imagined.”
“Deeper,” Kam said from the side.
“Yes, come on, Leila. You can swallow more of him than just the head.” Braden pushed gently on her head.
Yes, she could. His cock was big, but not unmanageable. She slid her lips down further over his shaft.
So good. Erik’s musky taste invaded her senses and made her crave more. He’d waited for this, Braden had said. Well, so had she.
In her fantasies, she sucked him almost nightly. Now, he filled her mouth in reality, and her fantasies paled in comparison. Her body grew warmer as the flavor of his cock completely filled her mouth.
Sucking him made her edgy, and her whole body ached. Needing relief from the sexual cravings building inside her, she began to caress her breasts.
Beside her, Torque knelt on the soft flooring and pushed aside her hands. “Let me take care of those tits for you, babe.”
Her hands shifted to Erik’s thighs, and her fingers curled into the fabric of his pants. She welcomed a stronger touch. And she knew Torque would give that to her. His hands, warm and assured, covered her breasts. He rubbed them softly. When she pushed her breasts firmly against his fingers, he increased to a harder and more demanding manipulation of her tender flesh.
“Easy, Torque,” Braden said.
No. She didn’t want easy. Torque knew, and he ignored Braden’s words. Instead of letting up, he massaged her breasts even harder. Leila moaned around Erik’s cock.
Normally, she smacked anyone who handled her so roughly. But Torque’s touch felt good. When he pulled on her nipples, she moaned again, deeper this time, and bobbed up and down on Erik’s thick shaft.
“Oh, yeah!” Erik responded. “Whatever you’re doing to her, keep doing it.”
“See, Braden. She loves it,” Torque said. “Don’t you, Leila?” he whispered against her ear. “You were made for pleasuring and receiving pleasure in return, and you know it.” He traced the rim of her ear with his tongue.
At the erotic sensation, she shuddered. Torque’s words surprised her. Not the fact that he’d just reduced her worth to one of some concubine. That was pure Torque. She’d work up being offended later. But she’d expected him to use more crass language. Maybe he did have a soft spot in him, although an archaic attitude concerning females.
Her pussy throbbed. She needed to come so badly. She needed Erik to come, too. Her body and mind ached with the need. Something…
Odd. For some reason, she suddenly didn’t feel right. She felt— Oh! Her head started to pound, and she cringed.
“Kam,” Braden said, a tone of concern in his voice. “Go up her pussy with your fingers. Erik, I think she’s suffering some ill effects. We need to increase her stimulation. Approve it.”
“Yes. Do it.” He nodded, holding her shoulders steady. “Quickly.”
Kam knelt on the other side of her. He pushed two fingers inside her pussy and pumped. “Relax, Leila.
This will help.”
“Mmm.” She stopped sucking, but she couldn’t move her body.
As soon as Kam penetrated her, her muscles relaxed. She squirmed, able to move again and instantly felt better. Not perfect, but the pounding in her head eased significantly. Kam kept moving his fingers, gently but effectively. For the first time, she understood the adverse affects the chemicals produced on the brain, if the sexual stimulation of the body waned too much.
“Harder, Kam,” Torque said. “She needs it. She knows she can trust us, so she won’t object.” He continued to squeeze her tits and brushed her nipples with his thumbs.
“Do it, Kam,” Erik ordered.
“No problem.” Kam pumped his fingers harder.
She mewled at their insistent touch and resumed sucking Erik’s cock.
He made a low, sexy sound from the back of his throat, and his fingers squeezed her shoulders.
To completely stop the pressure in her head, she did need the harder stimulation, while the chemicals exerted their sexual effects on her. A gentle taking didn’t ease the discomfort enough. Gentle could come later, hopefully alone, with Erik. She looked forward to some private, intimate time with him, to lie in his arms and enjoy him fully, without the presence and watchful eyes of the others.
Erik tangled his fingers in her hair as best as he could with Braden still holding the silky strands. “Make sure she’s all right with this, Braden, and that it’s helping her.”
Braden unwound her hair from his grasp and clutched her hand. “Squeeze my fingers if what they’re doing to you is too rough, Leila, or if you need something different.”
If her mouth wasn’t full, she’d have told him that she felt better now. Braden had immediately picked up on her discomfort and handled the problem. She’d definitely protest if something happened she didn’t like.
Kam and Torque’s hands felt great on her body. But she didn’t want to pull off Erik now and break the momentum simply to tell them so. Braden would figure it out.
“She’s not squeezing,” he said to the others.
Torque laughed. “I told you hard was what she needed.”
“This makes you feel good, huh?” Kam poked a third finger against her pussy. “Spread your legs then.
Take another finger.”
The way she felt now, she wouldn’t protest his entire hand. She widened her legs to allow him access, and her mouth sank further over Erik’s cock. Her long hair fell forward and covered her face, brushing along her body and his.
“Oh, yeah,” Erik replied. “Good.”
Kam pushed all three fingers deep inside her.
Internally, she throbbed, her pussy stretched. Her breasts felt tender from Torque’s caresses. Their touching demanded a response from her body. Even Erik pulled her closer, his fingers insistent on the back of her head.
The more aggressively Torque and Kam manipulated her flesh, the faster she bobbed her head, and the deeper she sucked Erik’s cock. Fear didn’t control her tonight, only need. Torque and Erik were right.
Knowing she could trust them, along with the chemicals adding to her need, opened a whole new world for her sexually.
“Oh, Leila! Yes!” Erik shouted, when she tightly suctioned her mouth around him and sucked hard.
“Hold out,” Braden encouraged. “Let more of the protective elements build up.”
“I can’t,” he panted, pushing his cock further down her throat. “Her sucking feels too damn great.”
The excitement in Erik’s voice spurred Leila on. She needed him to climax, to taste his cum. She slid her mouth almost all the way over him, surprising herself at how much of him she could take.
She burrowed her fingers inside the back of his pants and scraped her nails across his ass. When she felt his body tremble in response, her heart raced, knowing he was close.
Suddenly, her pussy contracted around Ka
m’s fingers, and she came. Oh! So good! Waves of pleasure washed through her, and her nails dug into Erik’s cheeks. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.”
“Yes!” Erik’s body tightened, and he shot his cum down her throat.
Leila sucked him fast and deep.
“Swallow as much as you can.” Torque circled her nipples with his thumbs, then tweaked each one.
Yes, yes.The pain-pleasure of Torque’s touch had her following his direction, sucking and swallowing over and over, and wanting more. The chemicals, it had to be the chemicals, making her crave all these things. Or so she tried to convince herself.
Erik bent over her, holding her close, one hand buried in her hair, while he tried to keep every last drop in her mouth. “Get it all, baby.”
The others slowly pulled back, as she continued to swallow everything she could.
Finally, when Erik had nothing left to give her, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. The absence, that lost connection with him, made her groan in disappointment. She’d wanted his cock hard in her mouth longer, wanted to give him endless pleasure, so he thought of her differently than just another fuck.
“I’m spent.” He turned and collapsed on the bed. “She’s good, guys. Really, really good.”
At Erik’s words, Leila warmed inside. Maybe she had given him something he wouldn’t forget, after all.
She wiped her mouth and leaned over to lick the bottom of his foot, which hung over the mattress.
He jerked, then chuckled. “Wench.”
A smile crossed her face. She liked teasing him. She loved sucking him. And she hoped later to do so much more.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately—depending on one’s perspective, even though she’d climaxed, her sexual appetite continued to grow. Strangely, she didn’t feel the “fog” that had occurred during her first Initiation. The pill might have something to do with how she felt, or just the fact that this was a re-initiation.
Knowing she needed more tonight than just what Erik could give her, while still on her knees, she turned around and faced Torque. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” The sudden urge to see what Torque had in his pants overwhelmed her. His was the only cock she’d never seen. She’d purposely never watched him fuck at Joining Parties, not wanting to appear awestruck like other women, especially since she’d wanted very little to do with controlling men. But tonight, her curiosity burned too strongly to deny.
In obvious surprise, Torque’s eyes widened. He laughed, his eyes crinkling, and the color changed from near black to a liquid chocolate. “Oh, yeah, babe.”
From the bed, Erik raised his head.
Everyone looked over at him.
He frowned. “She needs your protective elements. That’s the only reason, Torque. She doesn’t actually realize what she’s doing and saying. Understand?”
“Yeah, and?”
With a sigh, Erik dropped his head back to the mattress. The tone of his voice dropped low and deep,
“Fuck her mouth.”
* * * * *
Halah sat in her quarters, looking over her plans. A male guard, not a slave, but a friend she’d teamed up with to help ensure their mutual safety, set a tray of food next to her. From what she understood, Dak had never attained Warrior status on Xylon, but was a WAIT—Warrior In Training—when he’d decided to defect. He’d since regretted his decision, but once one pledged alliance to The Dome, death was usually the only way out. She’d never pledged her alliance, much to the Top Commander’s chagrin.
“You need to eat, Halah, and keep up your strength. You’re too thin already.”
“I know. I just can’t seem to keep anything down lately.” All food tasted like sewage to her.
“Nerves.”
“Me?” She puffed out a breath of air. “Hardly.” She never showed her nerves to anyone, or her emotions. Not even to Dak.
“Yes, you. Pretend all you want. I know you.”
Not really. He only knew what she allowed him to know. Even with friends, she kept her feelings closed up inside. She’d been betrayed too many times in her life. “You should get some rest, Dak. Tomorrow may be a long day.”
He nodded. “Let’s hope all goes as planned. I’ll meet you at the transport center in the morning.”
“Very well.”
He swiped a piece of fruit from her tray, then left her to her own devices.
After he’d gone, she returned to studying her plans. If she pulled this off, everything she wanted would soon be hers.
Her orbiter was supplied and ready to go. She’d exchanged her smaller model for a larger though still manageable ship, capable of longer travel, to ensure they wouldn’t end up stranded somewhere too close to their current danger zone. After she found Josella, they needed to leave this system to stay safe.
Rave had set up false information for the Warriors to access on the computer about Daegal and The Dome. Guilt struck, as it often did about betraying her people, but she forced it aside. “I owe allegiance to no one but myself.”
The Council had refused to rescue her sister after the Egesa captured her, not deeming the girl important enough to risk sending in a team. That decision had showed Halah just how alone she was in the galaxy.
With no other family to turn to, she’d taken on the task herself. So far she’d been unsuccessful, but she refused to stop trying.
Halah popped a piece of red-ice melon into her mouth. “Blah. Sour.” She pushed the food tray aside.
Once the Warriors landed, Leila would be allowed to get her hands on the sterilization formula. Since she wouldn’t be leaving the moon, no harm would come of it. Even if she did somehow manage to escape, the formula, in its present state, only worked for a limited amount of time. They’d end up spending a lot of time and effort combating something that didn’t actually work.
Halah needed to make certain she got the information about her sister before Rave got her hands on Leila. She figured Rave would double-cross her. The Warriors might, too.
At the knowledge that she had no one to really trust, a sense of loneliness filled her. “No, I’m not going to indulge such foolishness.” Weak emotions. They served no purpose. She took a cleansing breath.
What if they gave her false information about her sister’s whereabouts? She shook her head. She couldn’t think about that. Besides, it went against their code of ethics. Braden had made a deal. He would hold up his end of the bargain.
Though a Class 1 Warrior herself, she no longer felt bound by the same Warrior code. As such, she intended to seek her own agenda, as Rave was fond of saying.
Since she couldn’t afford to trust anyone completely, she’d put her own plans in motion. “No matter what any of you do this time around, I’m the one who will come out victorious. I have to. This might be my last chance.”
Chapter Five
Torque stripped his chest bare and tossed his black shirt into the corner. He unlatched his belt and slid down his uniform pants.
Leila gasped, as his shaft grew even longer and harder before her eyes. She’d never seen a man so big.
He must be at least ten inches. And thick. She doubted she’d be able to wrap her fingers halfway around him.
His cock was much thicker than the Initiation Dildos, and he was twice as thick as Kam. Or Braden, from what she remembered of his and Alexa’s official Branding Ceremony, when they’d been mated for life. She’d been a witness, along with Erik. Like most of Xylon’s ceremonies, the Branding was sexual in nature. To her, Erik’s cock seemed longer and thicker than the other two, but Torque even outdid Erik in proportion. And the head of his penis looked huge.
“You’re gonna have to lean over, with your ass in the air, and let Braden spank your gorgeous butt again, if you want some of this.” He gripped his cock and sat on the floor. “It makes me hard as steel to watch a woman get her ass smacked. And the harder I get, the more I spew.”
Leila sighed. She needed to draw the line, while she still had the ability. Though his comment about her
gorgeous butt did make her feel good. “No more spanking, Torque. You do know the need to always dominate, engage in dominant acts, or watch someone else being dominated exhibits the inability to trust,”
she told him.
“You should know.”
All right, she’d set herself up for that one, she supposed. Still, she couldn’t let him get away without some response. Sometimes, an innocent reply worked best with men like Torque. “Because I’m a Healer?”
He grinned and lightly stroked his cock. “You know that’s not what I meant, Leila. Don’t play naïve with me. Your theory is a load of psychological crap, and you know it.”
Well, that didn’t go as she’d planned. He wasn’t going to let her off easily, it seemed. “I know a lot of things, Torque. Probably more than you think.”
“That’s very possible, my dear.” Looking at her intently, his eyes narrowed. “I don’t think we’re doing our job properly tonight. You’re too clearheaded, if you’re capable of such a debate. We need to change that. How about you dominate my dick? Just to show that I trust you.”
“Like trust is what’s motivating you here.” She knew better. His eyes shone with a bit of humor, but mostly lust, and he continually raked her naked body, especially her breasts. She pulled her hair forward to cover herself, a discreet move on her part. Or, so she thought, until Torque grinned.
“Kind of late for that, don’t you think? And just so you know, giving someone dick-control requires ultimate trust.”
“Does it?”
“I know you want my cock, and Braden’s palm slapping your butt. I heard you admit to Erik that you liked what we did to you in bed. Admit it to the rest of us.”
“Torque, stop badgering her,” Erik said from the bed.
Leila’s heart warmed when Erik gave her a small smile and a wink. His presence made her feel confident and free. She knew he’d keep her safe.
“Come on, Leila,” Torque continued. “Stop denying what gives you pleasure. That’s part of what tonight is about, not just providing you with the ability to self-heal.”
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