Galactic Bandits 1

by Duke Campbell

  It was Straya. She was incredibly powerful and single-handedly tossed him against the bedpost. She threw the robes on the bed and stepped right before him, pressing her body into his. She thrust her hand underneath his armor and grabbed his cock.

  “Straya, what—”

  “Shut up,” Straya said. “You need to have a release or they’ll rip you apart in there tonight. You’re strong, but those sluts will tear you to pieces if you aren’t collected.”

  “I’m collec—”

  “I said shut up.” Straya removed the armor from his waist, dropping it to his ankles. She gripped the back of his head and pulled his face against hers. She winked that wink that he was beginning to appreciate so much.

  “You and I are going to fuck,” she said firmly. “We’re going to fuck hard and get it all out.”

  Regan couldn’t deny he wanted this very badly, but he couldn’t help but think of Arkei in that moment. He didn’t feel that he owed her anything, but he worried about how she would react.

  “What about Arkei?” he asked.

  Straya smiled as she looked at him and removed the armor on his upper body, getting him naked quickly.

  “Arkei knows. We discussed it after we discussed your training.”

  Regan couldn’t believe it. He was learning to trust Straya, but this didn’t seem accurate. Straya clearly noticed the doubt on his face so she doubled down.

  “Why do you think she stayed on the ship?” she asked with some humor. “She knows, like I know, that with all the… temptations that will be thrown at you tonight, you’ll never survive if you don’t fuck something. And while you and Arkei had a good thing, you need something else tonight. This isn’t just about pleasure. And it isn’t just about you fucking some sluts.”

  She now had him completely naked and tripped him backwards so he fell onto the large bed. She took off her clothes as well and stood there before him completely naked. She began to touch herself.

  “This is about you getting fucked,” she said with confidence. “This is about you getting fucked so hard that you won’t think about any other distractions until the fight. And I’m the one who’ll do it for you.”

  That’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever told me.

  Straya wasted no time with foreplay and pounced on him. She pinned his hands down into the pillows above his head and sat down on his firm manhood, gripping him tightly with her legs. She was already wet as she slid over Regan’s cock with ease.

  Regan thought this must be the hardest he’d ever been. He watched the alien babe’s naked body move up and down on his. He watched her tits stay firm and graze his chest as she leaned and bucked.

  She then took both of his hands into one of hers and pinned them above his head. She was strong in that way, and could do whatever she wanted to him. With her free hand, she rubbed up and down his chest and torso, then she felt herself while she continued to thrust. She squeezed her tits and sucked on her fingers, then she turned her gaze to him aggressively and grabbed his jaw.

  She continued to bounce harder and harder, barely able to suppress her moans of pleasure. She brought her lips right up to his and said, “You’re going to win the battle.”

  Regan heard the words and felt like it was possible.

  But it wasn’t good enough for Straya. She slapped him across the face then grabbed his jaw again, fucking him harder and faster.

  “Say it!” she shouted. “You’re going to win the battle!”

  “I’m going to win the battle,” he said hoarsely.

  She slapped him again.

  “I am going to win the battle!” he shouted.

  “You are going to kill the Brute King!

  “I’m gonna kill the Brute King.”

  She bit his ear. “And now you’re going to fuck me,” she said and rolled him over on top of her.

  His hands were now free as she was sprawled out underneath him. He took her hard. He wrapped his hands around her throat and bit her tits. She grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside her.

  “Fuck me like the warrior you are,” she said. “And when you kill the Brute King, you can fuck me anytime you want. All over the galaxy.”

  Regan went at it hard. He watched her take it beneath him. He felt like he could have anyone he wanted. He felt like a warrior. He felt like he could kill the Brute King with ease.

  Then he felt like he was about to cum everywhere.

  Straya knew it. She saw it in his eyes and she took her hands and gripped both sides of his face.

  “Let me have it,” she said. “Fill me.”

  And he did, filling her to the brim with his seed.

  Regan collapsed onto the bed. Relaxation overtook him. Straya had been right: It was exactly what he needed. He didn’t care about the Brute sluts or impressing the Brute King at all. He had everything he needed, from skills to babes. He had it all.

  After a few minutes, Straya put her hand on his chest and rolled over him.

  “Now get in the bathtub,” she said. “I’ll wash you and help you dress for the evening.”

  Regan walked into the Brute festivities wearing the traditional festive robes. Straya stayed behind in the hut, telling him he shouldn’t be flaunting his prisoner, to which he agreed. Arkei was still working on the ship as well.

  It was the first time Regan felt fully in control since leaving Earth. He had a confidence about him that he hadn’t known before. He was a new person, and he could feel it. He owned it. He welcomed it.

  The Brute King saw him enter and stood to make an announcement. There were quick horns that established his upcoming words, and people went silent almost instantly.

  “Fellow Brutes!” the king shouted. “Our challenger has arrived! Make him feel welcome!”

  The party attendants applauded loudly. They raised glasses and clapped hands. The Brute King waved Regan over to him and the luxurious arrangements of pillows and cushions he sat on.

  Nearly naked Brute women, young and beautiful, surrounded him.

  Regan smirked as he approached, feeling collected and calm, able to handle anything thrown his way.

  Straya really fixed me right.

  On his walk he also saw the Empath. She was seated not far from the Brute King, but by herself. No one attended to her, and she looked lonely, unappreciated. Regan knew that he had to get her out of here. He knew that he could too.

  He took a seat next to the Brute King who raised a glass to him. Regan had told himself on the walk over that if the Brute King offered him a toast, he would accept. He wouldn’t be rude, but he also wouldn’t indulge. He had to stay sharp so he could win.

  And as Regan sat and lifted a glass of his own, he felt strange knowing that they would fight soon, most likely to the death.

  “To a night of pleasure before the battle,” the Brute King said.

  “And to many nights of pleasure after it,” Regan replied.

  The two drank from their goblets. Regan wasn’t sure what it was, but it was certainly the strongest drink he’d ever had. From his size alone he knew the king could likely handle gallons of the stuff. Regan, on the other hand, was sure it would knock him on his ass in no time. Not something to mess around with.

  “I appreciate your hospitality, your highness,” Regan said as he sat his cup down.

  “It is my pleasure, dear challenger,” the Brute King replied. He then waved over many of the surrounding females.

  “I want you to enjoy yourself,” the king continued. “Take advantage of all my kingdom has to offer.”

  “Your offers are kind,” Regan said. “But I cannot accept all the lovely… flavors… you lay before me.”

  The Brute King laughed.

  “You are too modest of a warrior. You have yourself wrapped too tightly.”

  Regan laughed too. “I don’t mean to be modest. But I’m a warrior who celebrates after a victory, not before.”

  The comment made the king clear his throat and make an expression that Regan had not seen from hi
m before. It was as if the Brute King was warning him. Telling him that he was offering him the last chance to taste the pleasures of life before he died.

  But Regan appreciated that the king was feeling this way. Appreciated that he could put him on edge. He was relishing his new role as a perceived warrior.

  Perceived? Shit. I killed a Brute, have a ship of outlaws, and banged two incredibly hot space babes!

  Regan took one more sip from his goblet and stood before the Brute King.

  “Your highness, I don’t mean to be rude, as you have been more than hospitable,” Regan said. “And the kindness you have shown in allowing an additional day was very gracious.”

  “Well,” the Brute King interrupted. “I could use two more slaves, rather than just one.” He laughed as he said this.

  Regan just smiled and bowed before him.

  “And I could use an Empath. I look forward to seeing you on the battlefield.”

  Regan turned to leave the festivities and didn’t look back at the Brute King, though he felt the king’s expression glaring on his back all the way out. He felt the eyes of the entire Brute village watch him as he walked away from the Brute King.

  It felt good.

  Chapter Eleven

  Regan wasted no time on his final day before the battle. He boarded Arkei’s ship early and trained hard. Arkei had reconfigured the holograms so they moved faster. She also set it up so that weak spots of the Brute physicality were color coded, so he could memorize his targets.

  Regan thought of his experience with Straya and wondered if he should say anything to Arkei about it. However, Arkei didn’t seem to consider this at all, or if she did, she didn’t lead on that it was on her mind. She continued to coach through the training, and their relationship went on as if nothing else was in its way.

  Straya was aboard the ship, advising and continuing her attack training. She too didn’t let on that their experience was on her mind.

  Instead of displaying any animosity, they worked more closely together as a team throughout the day.

  It impressed Regan, who was used to Earth girls and the territorial nature that seemed to be so common among them. Maybe it was just a human thing.

  Regan had to push these thoughts out of his mind and focus on the training. He focused on his ax, on his best moves, and on the potential weaknesses of the Brute King. This continued until it became second nature for him.

  When Arkei shut the holograms off, Regan could barely stand.

  “I think you better just relax for the rest of the evening,” she said. “You have a big day tomorrow.”

  “Agreed,” Straya chimed in. “All this training won’t matter if you don’t rest.”

  Regan didn’t protest. He put his ax over his shoulder, nodded to the both of them, and thanked them for their continued help.

  “You both put your lives on the line so I don’t have to be a prisoner,” he said. “I can’t thank you enough.”

  They both smiled at him.

  “You’ve done right by us,” Straya said.

  “You are worth saving,” Arkei added. “You have already shown me so much. Now let’s do this.”

  Regan nodded and left the ship, with Arkei and Straya right behind him. The king had stopped trying to distract him, as no royal entourages greeted him on the walk back, and no Brute sluts waited along his path. The king gave up on tempting him, it seemed.

  He better be ready, because I’m coming in hot.

  Regan slept that night in the hut without concern. Even though tomorrow promised much danger, he felt ready. He thought of the things he’d already been through. Space pirates had attacked him. The Brutes deemed him a warrior. And he’d felt unbelievable things in the hands of two sexy alien women.

  Regan closed his eyes with the feeling that he had a purpose. The stress had washed away. It made him smile before he fell asleep, knowing that he’d rather be in space fighting an alien king to the death than standing in a warehouse looking at boxes of broken electronics on Earth.

  Regan had a new life. An exciting one.

  It was the day of the battle, and the village awoke to the sound of thunderous horns and drums. People cheered as soon as the day broke.

  But Regan was already awake. He went to bed early and slept so soundly that he woke up refreshed and ready before anyone else. He had watched Arkei and Straya while they slept that morning. He silently promised them that today would not be the day he handed them over to the Brute King. Today was the day a fourth member would join their crew, and they would all leave here freely.

  He didn’t have to say these words to them, as their faces made it clear they understood.

  Regan lifted his ax and rested it on his shoulder.

  “Let’s go kick some Brute King ass and get the hell out of here,” he said.

  They made their way to the battlefield.

  People cheered all along the way. Regan was sure they didn’t want him to win, but they wanted a good show. They were already pouring large goblets of Brute lager down their throats and toasting one another.

  While all your moms watch and make sure you don’t misstep.

  Many of them shouted things at Regan, but he didn’t acknowledge them. He was done with this place. He was ready to face the king and leave. He walked at his own pace and smiled the whole time.

  When he reached the battlefield, he stepped into the center where he stood before the fight with the previous Brute. He kept his ax over his shoulder, still not wanting to let anyone see him use it before the time came. The place was full. Unsurprising, but it was likely that the entire Brute village was in attendance. It was their king, after all. Not a fight that happened every day.

  The horns announced the Brute King’s arrival. An entourage of armored guards carried him on a padded float. He sat on a throne and wore a robe that covered his armor, but Regan got a glimpse of his weapon. A sword.

  It was impressive and about as big as Regan, with a dagger on the sword’s handle.

  Regan thought of the fight with the previous Brute, and how the long club gave him an advantage. He assumed the long sword would as well.

  A group of nearly naked Brute babes also accompanied the king. They clung to him and touched the muscles through his robes. But there was a woman on a float of her own—the Empath.

  She looked tired, battered, even. Regan thought of her healing him and wondered if the Brute King found out and punished her. The thought made Regan tighten his grip on the ax.

  The Brutes carried the king right up to Regan, where he disrobed and revealed his stout muscular arms and legs. He had armor over his chest, midsection, thighs, and privates, along with steel plated gloves. It seemed the king was allowed more armor than usual.

  The Brute King stood before Regan and looked down at him. He pointed his sword into the air and the audience went wild with applause.

  “My fellow Brutes!” he shouted, and the audience grew quiet. “This human has challenged me to a fight to the death, and he shall have it! He hopes to receive my Empath, but when I win, we will welcome the Hiveroth Arkei and the pirate Straya to my harem!”

  The applause was thunderous.

  “Ready when you are, your highness,” Regan said with a nod.

  The king smiled and steadied his sword.

  The battle began.

  Regan stayed low to the ground and tried to be agile on his feet. He knew a Brute weak spot was the under arm, and he intended to make that his first point of attack if he could.

  But the king likely knew this as well, as he held his sword tight into his body. Finally, the Brute King thrust his sword toward Regan.

  Shit!

  He was fast. Regan got out of the way, but the Brute King had impressive speed. Regan instantly wondered if he was king because he had won a battle to become so.

  The king struck again right away. Again Regan dove to avoid the blade, but the speed at which the king attacked was startling. And then it happened a third time. This time Regan to
ok a slice across his thigh. He fell, and the king was swinging down at him within moments.

  Regan quickly rolled and tried to strike the underarm with the dagger end of his ax.

  The king saw it coming and backed off, but Regan still punctured him firmly in the bicep.

  The Brute King shouted as blood ran down his arm, while Regan limped back up to his feet in a hurry.

  The pain was intense.

  A couple more of those and I’m a goner.

  The Brute King took the sword in his other hand and swung it at Regan. Regan used the ax head to deflect it upward. The upwards motion exposed the underside of the Brute King’s arm and Regan spun around and stabbed it. Direct hit.

  The Brute King screamed and brought his sword back, using the pointed handle to stab Regan in his side.

  Regan shouted and fell to the ground, but rolled over to be ready for another attack.

  The two warriors faced each other. They bled and had fury in their eyes. The Brute King had been on offense the whole fight, so Regan knew it was only a matter of seconds before another strike came.

  And then it did. The king swung his sword hard at Regan. But when Regan tried to deflect it, the sheer strength of the Brute King’s motion made the deflection worthless. Regan’s ax flung from his hands and slid across the dirt several paces away.

  Shit.

  Regan saw Arkei and Straya jump to their feet. He saw the Empath tense up. He saw the Brute King smile.

  “And this is where I defeat you, little human,” the Brute King said, pointing his sword again at Regan.

  The audience was standing and cheering for their king.

  Focus.

  Regan had to keep his nerves collected. He wasn’t dead yet. There was still a chance for him. The king was big, but Regan thought about the holograms. There were ways to navigate his attacking movements, and when the king charged, Regan did just that.

  He thought of how he avoided a swinging sword in the simulation and ducked that same way. He knew the king would follow behind him with another attack, but Regan was already ducking and rolling to the side to avoid the blow, which he did.