He closed his mouth and that shark-like sparkle returned to his eyes. He undid the belt on my skirt. It fell to the floor as I stripped his suit down his strong shoulders. His thick, hard cock bobbed in my face as I pulled his suit down past his thighs, and kneeled to help him step out of it. He looked down at my golden-painted body on my knees as if he expected something.
I shook my head. “Nope. Not this time. You were willing to trade for my life. You would have paid freighters in ore to free me from the Gran. I am free now. The Prince gave me my life back. You said you loved me and wanted me to find happiness. You are my happiness, Cesar. Prove to me I’m not making a mistake. I need to know you’ll be there for me.”
I stripped off my top, the last scrap of fabric on my body, and pulled on his hand to bring him down with me to the floor. I laid back and let him stare at me with his heavy cock jutting straight out from his hips. He spread my legs as if he planned on shoving inside me and I grabbed his prick to stop him. “Taste me. Show me how much you love me. Make me forget how much you hurt me.”
“I don’t know how to make you forget, but I can earn your forgiveness.” His grinning face descended between my thighs and he slipped his tongue along the delicate folds of my pussy, tracing my clit up and down each side. His teeth scraped me gently and a spasm of pure joy arced across my body. My fingers buried in his hair, Cesar dived inside me with his tongue, over and over, sucking, nibbling, tasting my clit, fucking me hard and wet.
I’d already forgiven him, but I wasn’t ready to tell him.
As I came for him, crying out my love for this asshole pirate, he glided his middle finger into my ass and tripped me into a tumbling whirlwind orgasm. With patience, love, and his questing fingers and tongue, Cesar did his best to earn my forgiveness.
He came up for air and slipped forward, pushing his cock into me. I let him in partially, then clamped my legs tightly against his hips and trapped him in place with my inhuman strength. “Tell the truth. Will you mate me as promised?”
A feral gleam hit his eye and his hands gripped my ass and thighs as he fought to push deeper inside me. I held him at bay with the power of my thighs. He couldn’t move in or out. “Damn it, Angel. Stop this torture! Of course I love you! I can’t help but love you. You’re a fascinating, extraordinary, amazing woman. I will fight for you, Angel. Barter, trade, steal or kill, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”
He stopped struggling against my hold on him and held my gaze. I saw into his soul and knew he spoke true.
“I can’t give you a child, Cesar. Though I want to with all my heart, it’s impossible. Nugene made me sterile. Will you take me as I am? Will you love me forever?” My heart clenched and my breath held trapped inside. Until this moment he never knew the full truth, but I couldn’t keep it from him anymore. He deserved to know.
His eyes shone with pure love, not a hint of judgment. “I take you, Angel from Nugene Station, as my mate, to have and to hold, till death do us part. And I’m not worried about children. What right do we have to bring a child into this insane life?”
Hot tears filled my vision and blurred his loving face.
He kissed me hard. “I’ll never find another woman like you on either side of the galaxy, and I need you in my life, permanently. If you promise to tolerate my brand of crazy, I’ll stick with you to the end. That is my vow.”
I flipped him over onto his back and trapped his arms above his head in my vicious-strong grip. Matching strength in contest, I proved the superior. I liked knowing I was stronger than him, if I chose to be.
“You thought I was intimidating? Different? You had no idea.” I opened my legs wide and impaled myself to the core, crushing down on his pelvis until he groaned with the pain of my grinding pussy squishing his testicles. I fucked him harder and faster, relishing the pain, tripping my switch as I hurt myself on his cock. “As Princess of the Allied Federation of the Gran, I claim you, Cesar, as my mate. You’re mine. Forever!”
I let up the pressure and squeezed my vaginal muscles in an undulating massage of his erection. He groaned my name, fighting to free his arms from my crushing grip as I milked his orgasm for all it was worth. I stroked every last drop from his cock with my curving, grinding, sopping wet pussy. I could never have his child, but I could take everything he had to give.
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Chapter 16
In the long, hard hours of our sexual marathon, Cesar promised me many times over he’d never hurt me again, that he would be there for me, forever. I believed him, but I wasn’t a naive clone fresh out of the birthing tanks of Nugene. I had experienced the weakness of men. It would take more than promises to convince me – only time and adversity would prove his devotion beyond doubt.
Sadly, I trusted Rollick more than my lover. Rollick had proven the Gran were more than just Cats, more than misogynist predatory animals. They could be wondrous friends … perhaps even lovers. I had no plans to serve Rollick again. Chilla could take care of his physical needs, and that worked for me.
All trust issues aside, I loved the sublime, heavenly feeling of Cesar’s strong arms around me. I put fears of losing him out of mind and luxuriated in his love and affection, his whispered promises, his delicious kisses and hard body. At some point in the sexual torture I inflicted on my lover, I pushed past the limits of his stamina. I exhausted everything Cesar had to give and finally allowed him to rest tangled in my arms and legs. Heavily sated, tired and sore, I slept better in Cesar’s loving arms than at any other time in my life.
No way I’d let him out of my grasp.
I could have slept for an entire week wrapped in Cesar’s arms if not for the bastard Cat who slammed through our door and crashed into the room yelling my name. “Angel! Wake! The humans have destroyed our mining colonies. They attack the palace with stealth warships. War has begun!” Rollick stood in our room with his fists clenched and teeth bared in fury.
Explosions sounded off and the floor vibrated so hard I could feel it in my teeth. I awoke to war, and found a new reason to hate the universe for stealing my happiness yet again.
The End
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Angel 6.0
Episode V
EMISSARY
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
― G.K. Chesterton
Chapter 1
Explosions rocked the station under my feet. I could hardly believe it – the Defense Council and their secret fleets of Shadow Class warships had arrived. The Royal Palace of the Emperor of the Allied Federation of the Gran was under attack. I’d never have thought it possible, if not for the walls and floors shaking – proof that somehow the Defense Council had found us on the far side of the galaxy.
Cesar had come for me. The DC followed, and now everyone I loved was at risk.
Prince Rollick, my newlywed mate, a three meter tall caramel-black striped Cat, pulled me ever faster down the corridors, racing towards the launch bays. My pirate lover, Cesar, my human lover, raced at my side. How I’d become wedged between them … still trying to get my head around that.
None of it mattered now. All concerns fled as my mind filled with the singular need to survive.
Cats dodged left and right through the corridors – yowling, barking, snapping and growling – a fury of striped fur and gnashing teeth. Dressed in battle gear, several of them glared as if I was to blame for this attack.
Maybe I was.
“Chancy! Azad!” Cesar screamed for his men who darted across the c
orridor in front of us.
We met up with the men and they fell in at Cesar’s side jogging behind him. More people affected by the insanity of my life. I should have done the universe a favor and walked out an airlock when I had the chance, and the inclination.
Huffing and looking every which way with eyes wild in panic, Chancy yelled at my back. “What the feckin’ hell is going on? The bloody walls are coming down around us!”
Azad yelled over the top of him. “The Cats are growling at us like this is our fault! Who’s attacking? The DC?”
Cesar and I both nodded and his men clamped their mouths shut to focus on keeping up with Rollick’s swift jog. We were at a dead run behind the Prince.
In the blur of Cats swirling past, I noticed how often their faces turned our way to land on Cesar and his men. Running hard to keep up with the Prince, a sick idea occurred to me – I might soon face an impossible choice. My mate, the Prince of the Allied Federation of the Gran, or my lover, Cesar. Humans were attacking the Palace. The Peace Treaty was trashed and humans were now the enemy. How could I stand behind the Prince and keep Cesar at my side?
Though I wasn’t exactly human, to the Cats I was no different from Cesar. Apart from a handful of friends among the royal family, the Gran generally looked at me as a hairless bitch that didn’t belong, a usurper in the royal house. If not for Rollick, I’d have been executed by the Traders Guild, a bunch of xenophobic fatcats. I owed the Prince my life, and I had technically pledged it to him … as his mate.
I prayed to a universe that rarely listened. I prayed my loyalties would never be torn between Rollick and Cesar.
The Emperor’s guards met us at the ramp to the Royal spacecraft and sealed the airlock portal behind us. It was a sleek silver ship, long and tapered like the spear points of a triton poised to thrust across the galaxy. The corridors of the interior were as opulent and gorgeous as the outside of the ship. I hoped it was equally well equipped for war.
We arrived at the bridge command center where the Emperor stood growling and yipping at his officers. “Launch my ship and call the fleet to my position. We must defend the colonies!” The Emperor and his officers turned to look at Rollick, me … and those behind me. All eyes settled on Cesar and his men. Awkward.
Rollick chattered into his wristcom requesting his armaments. He squeezed my shoulder reassuringly and left us standing beneath the scrutiny of the Emperor as he exited the room. The Prince was suiting up for battle.
The Emperor waved his hand in dismissal and the Cats at his command resumed their tasks as though we didn’t exist. At over three meters tall, a head above his son, the Emperor towered over me and Cesar. I could stand on my own shoulders and barely look him in the eye. The Emperor dropped down on one knee and his eyes pierced me with a searching intelligence. “Do you speak for Cesar? Will you certify he is not an enemy of the Gran?”
I had always appreciated the Emperor’s directness. Now, not so much. I almost opened my mouth to boast on my lover’s behalf, but I stopped. I looked to Cesar, and snippets of his past words floated to my mind. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of … I’m not the man you think I am … I’m not the man you want me to be.”
I addressed my lover face to face. “The Emperor asks if you are an enemy of the Gran. I don’t believe so, but why the fuck are the DC attacking us – following on your heels?” Cesar had arrived here only days ago, and the timing of this DC attack prompted inevitable conclusions.
After standing on the chopping block, naked to all of Catdom, facing execution, I had reached the point where I no longer feared anyone or anything, except the loss of those I loved. I had transcended considerations of propriety. I was beyond caring what anyone thought of me. I wanted Cesar to tell me from his own lips before I made foolish promises to the Emperor, and I didn’t care if I offended my lover with implied accusations.
Cesar’s sharp, dark eyes flicked to the massive Cat knelt down in front of me, then back to me. “I did not come here for war. I came here to trade minerals for goods, and for you, Angel.”
I expected him to say as much, yet he’d avoided my question. “Why and how have the DC followed you. Why are they attacking?”
Cesar rubbed the three day old stubble on his chin, giving a moment of thought before he answered. I hadn’t allowed him time for proper grooming. In the past three days I hardly let him leave my bed, except to eat and use the restroom. Though he had other agendas and business to attend, Cesar was mine. As Princess to Prince Rollick, this was my one indulgence, my wedding gift of sorts, Cesar. I had claimed him, and I intended to keep him.
After another flicker of nervous tension across his face, Cesar finally spoke up. “When I stole the Shadow Class cruiser from the DC, I suspected they could track the ship ... to a point. They seem capable of detecting when I’m in range of their sensors, but it’s not precise. I’ve escaped them several times with the stealth features of the craft.”
He ran his hands through his short salt and pepper hair. “I never imagined they could track me through all those jumps across the entire galaxy. We’re thousands of light years from home, Angel. Shit, one reason I came this far was to get away from the DC. Fat chance a neutrino signal will reach our solar system in the next hundred thousand years. If the DC tracked me, I have no idea how the fuck they did it.”
He dug deep into my eyes with his unflinching gaze. “I told you the DC had a fleet of Shadow Class warships. They’ve been planning something like this from the day they signed the treaty. As always, Angel, we’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
The story of my life.
His heart rate hadn’t changed much, and his respiration remained steady. I sensed his tension, but nothing more. If Cesar was lying, he was the smoothest liar I’d ever met. I couldn’t feel it in his eyes, face, or biorhythms.
I translated Cesar’s words into the growl-click-snapping language of the Gran and watched the Emperor’s shrewd face take it all in. I thought I knew this Cat, I thought I could trust him, but the Gran and their alien reasoning had surprised me several times. I never made assumptions.
The Emperor stood up to tower over me, and watched Cesar while he spoke. “If he truly holds enmity for the human Defense Council, will he join us in defense against them?”
Again, I almost spoke for Cesar, and stopped myself. Instead, I translated for my lover. Cesar grinned, a sly sharkish smile that always made me wonder what sort of man I had fallen in love with.
“I would gladly join the fight. I’ve been fighting the DC for over a decade. But I need the word of the Emperor in return. I want assurances the Gran will not attack Earthside and the Colonies, or enslave human civilians. Promise me the Gran will not retaliate against human civilian populations.”
I translated and the Emperor’s vertical slit amber eyes flicked back and forth between us. “Make no mistake, Angel, the Gran attack in full force. I promise I will try to curb our ferocity away from civilian locales. I am Emperor, not dictator. In war, the Gran are not gracious.”
I nodded and began to translate, but the Emperor interrupted me. “First, we must survive the day. Will you join me to defend against this treachery from the human military?”
I translated to Cesar and he sighed. “Let’s hope he holds enough influence to keep them away from Earth. You have an in with the Cats, Angel. You have to do what it takes to block them from using Earth as a slave labor depot. It’s bad enough they have the worker drones.”
I kissed him. “I’ll do what I can. No one listens to me apart from the Emperor’s family. The Trader’s Guild hate me.”
Cesar nodded and then looked up to the Emperor, his arm still wrapped around me. I loved the fact that I could be together with this man despite the disintegration of everything else around us. Cesar spoke with his voice of authority. “I and mine will take up weapons and fight at your side.”
I passed on Cesar’s pledge and The Emperor clicked his approval. He strode past us, indicating we shou
ld follow by the wave of his claws. I pulled Cesar and his men behind the Emperor as he led us to a room down the corridor – an armory of sorts. The cream-colored walls were covered in various pieces of metallic armor and components for those wicked gauntlets. Rollick was almost finished gearing up. He had full body armor and adjusted his gauntlet for comfort. He squeezed his fist and lit up the white-hot torch blade that wrapped the knuckles of his right hand. He grinned from ear to ear, but the Gran do not smile from pleasure. Rollick was ready to make war.
The Emperor instructed one of the Tech Cats, “Fit them with suitable armor and weapons.”
The Cat blinked, stunned. He looked at me like I’d suddenly grown a penis from my chest. The Emperor growled, and the Tech blinked again and looked to his Emperor. “Sire, they are too small.”
The Emperor flicked his claws in dismissal as he clicked at the Tech. “Princess Angel and her entourage require your special talents. Make armor and gauntlets to fit. Customized.”
Apparently Cesar and his men had been adopted as my entourage. I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot at the ridiculousness of Gran logic.
The Tech leaned in closer to the Emperor with a whiny growl. “Sire, she is … female.”
I could see the end of the Emperor’s patience unraveling before me. He snarled. “With proper armor and weapons she could challenge the best of our Warriors!”
The Tech’s shoulders shivered in disgust and he finally nodded. He grabbed a small ball from the table in front of him and threw it in the air. Defying the artificial gravity of the Emperor’s flagship, the ball floated towards me. It emitted a pink light which scanned me, then Cesar, Azad and Chancy, from top to bottom. The scan results popped up on a holovid display and the Tech mewled as various pieces of metal floated off the wall to his waiting hands. Almost seemed like he was complaining under his breath as he fitted together metallic pieces that virtually assembled themselves.
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