Charmed By The Coxian Gods

by Alyx X

  He needed no further instruction, and was quick to torment me as I’d done to him. Y’know, for a guy who apparently had been searching the stars for his one true love, the bastard had a real knack for eating a girl out. I was going wild beneath him, and he had to wrap both arms under my legs until he was the one kneeling, and I was firmly out of control.

  As I was nearing my own climax, Myro slipped away. Before I could protest, demand, or do anything, he had replaced his mouth with his cock. The slickness from both our mouths, combined with my arousal, aided by his sex powers, had him inside me in an instant. I cried out, but clung to him as he immediately began pounding into me.

  If we’d been anywhere but an alien spaceship that was probably made of some alloy of titanium or some shit, the bed would have broken. Myro did not hold back—seemed unable to, based on the intensity of his arousal that was practically choking me—and I never wanted him to stop.

  My orgasm, briefly interrupted by his switch, was now threatening to end the fun here and now. With how intense it was viable to be, I wasn’t sure I could handle more than one. As it crashed into me, sending every muscle into overdrive and lighting every nerve on fire, I moaned his name over and over again. My cries were punctuated by his continual pounding, never stopping.

  As it dissipated, I felt relief. That one had been so intense that I thought I’d sleep for a week. Except, even as I thought the words, even as I relaxed and opened my eyes to watch my sweet golden boy find his own release, it was making a reappearance.

  Oh, shit. Watching Myro, who was concentrating hard on not coming, my body crackled with energy and all my tired muscles went straight back to livelihood. Then, he leaned forward until he grabbed my legs, yanking them up and around him until they were resting on his shoulders.

  The new angle was the final straw in this sex-crazed hay stack, and I screamed loudly as I came again and again. It felt like his waves of lust were beating in time with my orgasm, and I was disappointed that I was unable to look at his handsome face as he finally came too.

  Myro groaning was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. Together, we rocked back and forth as we rode out our orgasms. Myro leaned forward further, letting my legs drop back to hip-height, and kissed up my chest and neck as he finished his final thrusts.

  Breathing hard, focusing all of my attention on the throbbing of my fully-satisfied pussy, I rubbed his back soothingly. He dropped his weight until he actually was cutting off my air supply, too exhausted to be a gentleman. I didn’t care, I enjoyed how our bodies felt intertwined like this. Yes, I was able to handle two orgasms from this man, but I was right that they’d drained me.

  After five whole minutes of breathing and gentle kisses, Myro finally groaned and pulled out. I sighed, then sucked in air in the absence of his weight. He moved to the bathroom, then reemerged with towels to clean me up.

  Once that was done, I simply laid on the bed, reeling from everything that had happened so far. How much time had passed since I’d first laid eyes on my golden boys? Since then, we’d traveled through space, fucked more than our fair share, visited an alien outpost, fucked some more, then stolen away on an alien god’s ship.

  Pretty badass, if I do say so.

  “And now we wait.” Myro said from where he lay next to me on the bed. He’d turned off the light in the bathroom, so we were in complete darkness. I scooted over until I was touching as much of him as possible; leg draped over his thighs, arm across his chest, his arm cradling me from behind.

  If we weren’t in such a shitty situation, I almost would have thought this to be a perfect place. Instead, I simply agreed with him, “And now we wait.”

  Myro, seemingly exhausted, fell asleep a short while later, his hand still resting on my waist. Even though I knew I loved him, I still felt guilty about abandoning Fey, even if it had been necessary. The truth was that I loved them both, and until we got my other boy back, I couldn’t allow myself to relax.

  I fell asleep, plans and ideas about how to get Fey back running through my head on an endless loop.

  20

  Fey

  I had won many fights. I had lost a few too, but I had never lost a fight as gloriously as I had this time. Everything ached, and my mouth was so coated in blood that I could taste little else than the bitter, buttery flavor.

  Not that they had given me anything else to eat or drink since they had locked me up down here.

  "You planning on starving me during this trip?" I wheezed out to the guard that stood straight and still beside the iron bars of the brig that they had unceremoniously thrown me into a few days before. "It's going to make my sacrificial death to the Hradish-var very boring."

  I forced out a laugh, using the harsh sound as a mask so I could shift my weight and test the weird rings they had placed over my wrists. It was all much, considering that usually prisoners were thrown in and left alone until arrival on Cox.

  "You’d think you were all afraid of me," I continued when I didn't get a response, twisting my wrists in an effort to loosen the rings. They only cut into my skin painfully.

  I had only been in a situation like this once before, but I had been able to break the thumbs of the man who had held me. This time I had a feeling that I was going to have to break some different thumbs in order to fit my hands through these.

  "All of this," I laughed again, the sound loud and harsh as I began the painful pull on my thumb. I let out a soft scream from the pinch of my thumb against the ring, the bone aching as I tried to dislocate it. It didn't take, it just sent wires of red-hot pain up my arm, everything seizing as I tried not to let out a holler.

  It was clear I had screamed, but the guard didn't move. If he hadn't snapped and sworn at me when he arrived, I would have questioned if he was even alive.

  "What did you do? Fall asleep?" I didn't even laugh, I breathed with a harsh gasp and attempted to push on my thumb more. I knew how to dislocate thumbs, but doing it on yourself was a different story.

  It fucking hurt.

  "I hope you did, then you won't hear this..." I howled as I pressed hard against the joint, the pop of bone sliding out of bone covered by my scream.

  It was then that the guard jerked, his sharp exhale echoing through the large prison chamber in the bowel of the ship. My eyes burned as wet tears flooded them, my jaw tight as I bit my tongue and, in turn, the screams and tears that were threatening to boil over.

  "Damn it!" Years with Myro had turned me soft. I couldn't fight off my father's pathetic men. I couldn't fight off pain. What had become of me? A fool who was enamored body and soul for a human—a human I had willingly sacrificed myself for.

  "Damn it!" Okay that one was more in pain, although the guard still did not shift. Did not turn. He didn't even breathe.

  He... wasn't... breathing.

  "What the hell," I hissed as the guard, who had stood like a stone for hours on end, sagged against the bars. Sagged and toppled to the side like a boneless sack of grain, revealing... Kylie. She stood with a grin, blood on her cheek as she cleaned even more of it off of the knife in her hand.

  "Oh, I'm far from hell," Kylie grinned, sticking the knife in the sheath at her side with too much flourish.

  "Says the girl who has left a trail of bodies behind her," Myro grunted as he appeared behind her. He was even more covered with blood than she was. Probably from the multiple bodies that he was hauling behind him.

  "What are you guys doing here?" I tried to make my voice sound as normal as possible, even through the pain from my thumb. But my pain and surprise combined, and my voice cracked. Kylie's face spread into a smile at the sound. Myro was too busy dropping the bodies he had been carrying, lifting the one Kylie had killed instead.

  "Do you mean ‘what are you doing on the ship of the aliens who want to kill us in the middle of space?’" Kylie asked, helping Myro to lift the massive guard. "Because that was all my doing."

  Myro chuckled, "Well, she is rather good with a knife."

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sp; "You bet I am." She grinned at him, Myro leaning over to place a peck on her nose and then on her lips. My stomach swooped at the contact—at seeing him kiss her. I should be the one kissing those lips. I was the one locked in this room and being beaten by these bastards.

  "Well, use that damn knife and get me out of here!" I shifted, fighting against the rings and the chains and the general starvation that my father had deemed necessary. My mangled hand slid through easily, but I couldn't use the thing to get my other hand out because my thumb was flopping around like a dead Clobberfeesh.

  "A knife? Were you raised by Cradiak Snow Dogs?" Myro laughed, finally flopping the body in the right direction and using a hand to unlock the cell. "We didn't kill the bastard for no reason."

  "No, we killed him just like we are going to kill the rest of them on this ship." Kylie ran her finger over the hilt of her blade, still smiling as she raced into the room and into my arms. Or rather arm, seeing as my other was still restrained by the rings.

  Her body was like a cannon ball against my sore bones, the pain that was already shooting up my arm turning into lines of fire. I gasped and grunted, but nothing more. I wouldn't. Just as her body slamming into mine hurt, the touch of her flesh against mine was the medicine I needed. One was fire, the other was ice, and together they filled me with the energy I had missed since the last time I had held her. The last time I had kissed her—which I did. Over and over I kissed her, despite the fact that each kiss ached and burned against the still-forming bruises.

  "Now, tell me what you are doing here," I said between kisses, giving Myro a side-glance as he began dragging all of the bodies he had with him into my cell.

  "Rescuing you, dummy," Kylie said with a kiss on my nose, another spark of pleasure moving through it.

  "Yes, that is what I am doing here as well... rescuing you," I gave her a look, but she kept smiling. "Getting myself dragged onto a ship and prepared for death, to keep you safe from a similar demise. Yet here you are."

  I glowered at her, but she was still grinning. "You can't expect us to have fought them all back in that space station. Then we would all be in here with you."

  She had a point, but still, she wasn't supposed to be there.

  "You are spoiling all my goodwill, Kylie, and I may never do anything nice like this again."

  "He has a point," Myro said, coming around a corner with yet another body. I did a quick count. Eight.

  Eight bodies.

  How many Coxians had they killed and dragged around? That must be the entirety of the night shift.

  "He may never do anything good again," Myro finished, throwing the last body onto the pile.

  "It seems I didn't have to do any of the good in the first place." My lip curled as I stared at the pile, and at Myro. "You two could have done this back on Io, you know."

  Kylie shook her head, finally pulling back from the peppering of kisses. "Yeah, and end up here with you? Then who would be left to save your ass?"

  Kylie gave me a grin, gripping my hand as though it was the only thing keeping her upright. I howled so loud that, if we had gone unnoticed before this, we were goners now.

  "I really hoped you killed everyone on this level." I hissed through the pain, shaking my injured hand and the dislocated thumb that had moved from discomfort to agony.

  "If not, we will." Kylie was looking at my hand now, eyes darting from the one to the other. "You didn't have to do this. I'm no stranger to handcuffs."

  I didn't give that a response, just a glare as she grabbed my other wrist and pulled it around, sticking the tip of her knife into a tiny slot I hadn't seen before. They popped open with little effort.

  "Good. Now, get up and let's move." Myro was already hitching my arm over his shoulders, pulling me up with a heave.

  Normally, I would fight him. Normally, I would throw him over my shoulder, kick him in the jaw, and probably in that ridiculous cock of his. I didn't feel the need to do any of it anymore, yet another thing this beautiful human had taken from me.

  Although this time I was glad of it. Glad of him to care for her when I couldn't. And strangely glad of the connection that sparked when we were all together.

  My stomach swooped at the thought, everything turning and twisting as my cock twitched.

  "Where are we moving to?" I asked as the two carried me into the hall like I was some kind of invalid. Screw that! I pushed them off, strutting away and following the line of blood created by Myro dragging about all those men.

  I made it a few steps before my legs gave out. I almost went down, barely catching myself on the nearest glittering wall.

  "We are going to the bridge," Myro came up beside me, handing me one of the guns from the guards and palming the other one. "By my best estimate, we are due to land in a few hours, and I think it's time to find out what makes these humans so scary."

  "I'm pretty sure I already know." Kylie gave us one last grin before she unsheathed her knife and flipped it once, the silver metal glinting against the golden walls.

  Then, she took off.

  21

  Kylie

  My shoes were so covered in blood that I could feel my toes beginning to stick together.

  The gunk squished and sloshed as I ran. Crouched like an animal, I turned the corner and plunged my knife forward, the blade sinking into another of the golden skinned Coxian guards that patrolled the halls the closer we got to the bridge.

  "You know, I am starting to feel a little frightened of you," Fey's voice was weak behind me, and I resisted the urge to turn and help him. He was trying to keep his back straight and look brave for me, Myro jogging next to him, looking like the ‘after’ in an ad for health supplements. I would have believed the brave face Fey was putting on if it wasn't for all the dappling of black and blue on his face and the swelling in his jaw.

  "You? Scared?" Myro laughed, stepping between us and grabbing the moaning Coxian that I’d dispatched. The man was moaning and gurgling, but I ignored it as Myro grabbed him. The gun didn't even make a noise as he held it to the guard’s head and pulled the trigger. "I find her fierceness to be pretty hot."

  Myro looked at me with the grin that always melted me from my head to my toes. The trickle of pleasure moved over my spine, even as he held a man he’d shot in the head. Damn, now he could turn me into horny goo with a smile—no super powered Coxian pheromones required. I was in trouble.

  "Well, keep it in your pants until we are out of danger." My words were all business, but I shot my boys a wink before wiping the blade on the side of my oversized pants and continuing forward, pulling them behind me as we approached the bridge. My heart pulsed its distress, but I shoved away my worry, my grip on my knife becoming tighter and tighter.

  "How many are going to be there?" I whispered with a quick head turn behind me, to the two Coxians who were... staring at my ass. "Come on, we have to murder our way out of this and my ass can't kill people—"

  "I beg to differ."

  I gave Fey a disparaging look—not that Myro was any better—and turned. If they weren't going to help me, then I was going to have to do it myself. I pulled myself forward, turning one of the last corners before the bridge. I hadn't been to the bridge much on our own ship, but I knew the way.

  "Wait." Fey said the second I turned to face the heavy, glittered door. He sprinted forward as much as his mangled body allowed to catch up with me, then held an arm out to stop me. "I'm sure you are ready to dive in, but there are at least twenty Coxians behind those doors, and you can't take all of them on."

  "Then stop staring at my ass and help me out here." I was taunting him, teasing him, and he rose to it, kissing my nose before he darted in front of me.

  The door to the bridge slid open smoothly, the soundless movement not pulling anyone’s focus. Myro stepped up behind me, placing a gentle hand on my hip as we assessed the situation. Now was the critical moment, the moment we needed to succeed or none of us would be walking out of here alive.

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art thundering in my ears, I took in the bridge. There were actually more than twenty men, but they all were focused on the massive portal before them, eyes darting between instruments and computers and the looming golden planet we were preparing to land on.

  If it wasn’t the color of the two beings I cared most about in this Mooridian universe, I’d be pretty fucking sick of gold by now. Planet. Walls. Ceiling. Their chairs... I was starting to be really happy they wore regular clothing, with regular colors. It was still overkill, but at least grey uniforms and dark jeans broke it up.

  We had timed it perfectly. Our plan had been to get in, take control, and get the hell out of here. Unless my boys’ theory was correct and I was some kind of superhero on their planet, landing was going to be a death sentence.

  Hell, taking the bridge was likely a death sentence.

  The boys stepped in front of me, their glares obviously commanding me to stay behind them. I wasn't going to argue. I was good with a knife, but a knife was not a gun.

  Myro and Fey had barely stepped around me when they opened fire, the four men that stood on either side of the Captain’s chair fell with a single shot to the head. They looked like dominos.

  "What in the world...?" The voice of Fey's father that I had heard before rose as the bridge erupted into disarray. Yells of confusion, soft screams of shock, and grunts of anger all rose as Myro and Fey shot again, firing at any Coxians who rose from their seats, turning with their own weapons already drawn. I couldn’t see much of what was happening around the broad backs of my boys, but I could imagine it well enough.

  The room somehow exploded into even more cacophony. Clamping my jaw together, I dropped to my knees, searching for some way to help. Looking between their legs, I thought I saw an opportunity. No way was I going to let two boys get all the glory for themselves.

  Knife between my teeth, heart thundering in my ears, I crawled along the side of the walls, hustling toward the feet of the closest Coxian. No one noticed me there on the floor, and I congratulated myself on being small. As I approached my target, who was rising to his feet, his own gun in his hands, I strengthened my resolve.