“No,” Kain says. “They don’t actually teach us this part, but if you know how to break and tear, then you know how to fix, too.”
“So you’re going to make my back feel better...with your hands.”
“If that’s okay,” Kain says.
I nod.
“Lay down,” he says, and I see a fire light up behind those green eyes.
I obey without hesitation, and I lie face down on the bed, propping my chin onto my forearms.
I’m wearing my grey slave jumpsuit, but even through the thick fabric, I feel the warmth pour into me as Kain’s hands press down on my back.
“Mmmm,” I say. “It’s working already.”
“I haven’t applied any pressure,” he says.
And then he does.
His palm drives down just on the edge of my spine, and I feel an intense crack, followed by a flood of warm relief.
My eyes widen, and Kain’s hands work their way down my spine.
Once he’s cracked most of the pain and knots out, he begins to knead along the smaller muscles of my back.
“The fabric is getting in the way,” Kain says. “It keeps bunching up, and I need to press directly on the skin to feel out the muscles–”
“Uh huh,” I say, starting to pull at the shoulders.
He undoes the shoulders and pulls the fabric down to the small of my back. I’m still wearing a bra, and I’m still lying face down on the bed. He can only see my bare back.
Then his hands press onto my skin, and I nearly moan at the first touch. I stifle the sound, not wanting to give him the wrong idea.
He kneads along the muscles of my back with his palms and fingers, and whenever he reaches near the side of my waist, I feel near ecstatic pleasure pulsing across my body. I have to tighten my muscles and bite my lip to stop it from taking me over.
“I don’t understand,” Kain’s voice says from above. “It should be working…but you’re still so tense.”
“It’s working,” I say abruptly, my voice tight and strained.
“My back feels much better now...,” I say.
He pauses, his hands resting gently on my lower back.
“But?” he asks.
“But…,” I say, suddenly wanting him to touch my butt. “But I’m still sore.”
“Where?” he asks.
“My legs,” I say. “They were doing a lot of work too...and now that my back is relieved, I can really feel the tension in my legs.”
He grabs the jumpsuit and tears it off entirely.
I gasp in surprise, but I lay flat in wait. In expectation.
“Where on your legs?” he asks, and I can hear something in his voice. Anticipation.
“Everywhere,” I say. “I worked every muscle to exhaustion.”
“Every muscle?” he asks.
“Yes. Every. Single. One. Top...to bottom.”
I feel his hands wrap around my ankles, and he drives his thumbs down along my Achilles heel. I had no idea I was sore there– and maybe I really wasn’t– but damn, it feels good. He squeezes and slowly works his way up my calf, using more and more of his hand to fully service the fuller flesh of my calf.
I can hear him breathing heavier behind me, and my own heart is beating hard– my body feels like it’s on fire.
He works slowly and slowly up my leg, until he’s touching me just behind the knee. When his fingers graze the back of my thigh– the lowest part– I moan audibly.
“You must be really sore here,” he says.
“Very, very sore,” I say.
He squeezes my lower thigh. He’s not really massaging me now as much as running his hands along my body, but I’m having fun keeping up the pretext.
When he gets midway up my thighs, I realize quite suddenly how wet I am, and how close his hands are to my pussy.
I pretend to adjust my hands, and in doing so I part my legs...ever so slightly. Imperceptibly.
I feel his hands pause on my thighs– is he looking between my legs? Can he see how wet I am?
He moves further up, grabbing the full meat of my thighs in his hard, warm hands.
“All of your legs?” he asks, his voice a reverent whisper.
“All of them,” I say, even quieter than him.
His hands slide up onto my ass cheeks, and my legs spread even wider apart, and I tense my whole body in eager anticipation.
He squeezes my thick ass, and I hear him letting out a blissful growl from behind me.
As he massages my ass, I start to push higher up, working my hips up into the air.
“You’re wet…,” he says huskily.
“Yeah,” I say. “Are you going to claim me? For real? Or is that just something you–”
His fingers press against my soaked panties, and I scream out from the intense pleasure. What was burning longing is now being satisfied...at least partially. He’ll need to go further than touching me outside my panties to truly–
He finds my clit through the wet fabric, and I gasp. He runs his fingers along it in circles, and I shift myself up onto my knees, sticking my ass up even higher in the air.
He grabs my panties and pulls, sending my legs back down flat.
I feel the cool air on my wet pussy, and then Kain flips me over.
He looks down at me with serious eyes, and his lips part slightly as he drinks my body in while gazing hungrily at me up and down.
“Nothing I say is just words,” Kain says. “I claimed you.”
“But I haven’t agreed yet.”
He reaches down between my legs again and pushes his palm against my wet mound and swollen clit. I moan and throw my head back, a slave to the sensation.
“This sounds to me like agreement,” Kain says. “Or would you like me to stop?”
“No,” I whine. “Please don’t.”
“Don’t touch you?” he asks, pulling his hand away.
“Don’t stop,” I say.
He grabs my ass again and squeezes, and I sigh in relief that he’s touching me again. As long as he’s touching me, then everything is okay.
He leans forward, the sharp planes of his face moving toward me. I grab hold of him, my hands touching the hard armor on his back. He presses his lips against mine, and I open my mouth widely for him, waiting for his tongue to enter me.
I feel it slide in, and I press back against it, meeting his warm wetness with my own. I close my eyes, and for that moment I am not a slave on Darkstar. I won’t have to break and haul rocks tomorrow under crushing gravity. I am just a woman kissing a beautiful, gorgeous man...and nothing exists outside of that.
He massages my tongue with his, and he reaches up and tears my bra off with one hand as we continue kissing. He cups my breast and squeezes. I moan and lean back, falling out of his dizzying kiss.
I look at him with flushed cheeks as he squeezes me.
I probe his body with my eyes. “I wonder what’s behind that armor–”
He stands straight up without warning, letting go of me.
“Did I–?” I start to say, but then I understand. His armor– almost instantly– liquefies. I see it shimmer across his body as if it were a teal ocean, and then it all coalesces into a small sphere– but I’m not looking at the glassy sphere.
I’m looking at all that purple skin, those sculpted muscles, suddenly naked before me. My eyes drink him in, going down, down, down– past all eight rows of his abs, to a chiseled and deep v-cut, to a– holy shit.
His cock is standing rock-hard up against his abs. It’s as teal as his armor was against his otherwise purple skin, and it’s glistening wet as it twitches.
“Does it have its own heart?” I ask, wide-eyed. “Holy shit.”
He grins down at me. “I don’t know, why don’t you check for a pulse?”
I stand up off the bed, and the harsh gravity is still there, but the massage really did take away the worst of the soreness. I move transfixed toward his pulsing cock, and I grab hold of it. It’s huge and warm in my ha
nd, and it’s vibrating wildly.
“Self-lubricating,” I whisper to myself. Then I feel again how wet I am. “Not really necessary when you’re so good at...giving massages.”
Kain laughs. “The other peacekeepers I trained with on Venus– the human ones– talked about ‘getting their dicks wet,’ and at first I thought it just meant they got hard...then I remembered the unfortunate reality of a human male’s biology.”
“Yeah,” I say, running my hand up and down his shaft. “You have some fortunate biology….”
I cup his balls and say gently squeeze. “Do Marauders have the same weak spots?”
“A kick to the balls will always hurt,” Kain says. “Human or Marauder.”
“I’ll remember that,” I say. “In case you’re ever not there to defend me.”
“I’ll always be here to protect you,” Kain says, his eyes dark and deep.
“I know,” I say. “The way you protected me before….”
“I’m sorry about that,” he says. “I should have...taken him out of the room before I killed him.”
“Is that your idea of being gentle?” I ask.
“Darkstar is a harsh place, Kara,” he says. “If I show myself as anything less than a Darkstar Marauder, we’re all at risk.”
“I know,” I say, stroking his cock sensually up and down. “I was mad earlier. But I’m glad now that you were there to protect me. I was so fucking scared.”
He moves behind me, and his strong arms wrap around me. He grabs my waist with one hand, while the other arm wraps around my breasts. He pulls my body tightly against his, and I feel his big hard cock pressing into my back.
“I’m sorry this all had to happen to you,” he says. “I’ll do everything I can to undo it–”
“Don’t undo all of it,” I say, running my hand up and down his strong forearm. “This place is hell, but at least I met you.”
“It can’t be worth it,” he says, resting his chin against the top of my hair.
“Our life before wasn’t so great,” I say. “Every time we filled our ship up with a haul like that, I knew it was only a matter a time before someone came to take it from us by force. And I knew that when that happened, we likely wouldn’t be left alive.”
“When I get you out of here,” Kain says, “I can take you to Sankt Petersburg. It’s almost as nice as the habitats.”
“Is there really a hanging forest?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says. “Though that is nothing compared to the floating jungles. I could take you there, too, though you’re not allowed to wear clothes.”
I laugh. “Not a problem.”
He lowers his body down, and his thick cock slides across my wet mound. I gasp.
“Now it’s time for me to truly claim you,” he says. “Unless–”
“Yes,” I say, my voice heated with arousal. “Fucking claim me.”
He laughs and pushes me down onto my back. I fall hard onto the bed, but it’s soft enough that the gravity can’t hurt me. Kain’s big, powerful body towers over me, and his long, steeled cock vibrates as he slaps it against my stomach.
“Stop teasing me,” I say.
He spreads my legs and pulls his dick back along my wet lips, teasing. I bite my lip and gaze into Kain’s eyes. He grins, and I grab his dick roughly with my hand.
I guide it toward my opening, and I tug when it’s in position. He slides himself into me without further hesitation. The head of his cock splits me wide open, and soon his warmth fills me. He slides further in, deeper, and I moan in ecstasy as he slides more and more of his full length inside me. His tremendous girth stretches me wider, but I’m so hot and ready for him that there’s no pain, just a tight and perfectly satisfying fit.
I feel his thick veins throbbing inside me, and the vibration from his dick hits my g-spot as he slides in even deeper.
“Mmmm,” I say. “Now you’re massaging me inside.”
“Oh,” Kain says. “You’re still pretending this is a massage?”
I punch his arm, but the movement just drives his cock deeper into me. “You asshole! You mean you weren’t really trying to massage me? This was your intention all along?”
His ears twitch back and forth. “I don’t know,” he says. “Does your back not feel better?”
“Well,” I say, “it feels better, but my pussy feels way better with that thick teal dick sliding into it.”
“Maybe you were the one who didn’t really intend on just a massage,” he says.
Before I can respond, he plunges his cock as deep as it will go. I moan aloud at the sheer depth of his thrust, and when I feel his balls resting against my skin, I finally relax and laugh.
“Okay,” I say, “I wanted a massage...but I was hoping for this kind of massage, too.”
“Then we were on the same page,” Kain says.
He bucks his hips, and his full length slides out of me, vibrating the whole way. I hear the slickness of our combined wetness as he slides in and out of me, and I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his chiseled back. I cling tightly to him as he thrusts in and out of my dripping wet hole, and I scream and laugh and cry as he lets me feel everything on this grey and barren world that is otherwise devoid of feeling.
I reach down and squeeze his perfect ass, and he starts thrusting faster, harder. He grunts as he thrusts, and when I pull him down against me, he licks and bites at my neck, and my ear, and then we kiss one another again deeply as we fuck each other raw.
Soon he pulls out of me, flips me over onto my stomach, and dips back into my hole from behind. His dick slides all the way back in from this new angle, and the pressure on my g-spot is more intense than ever. He wedges himself all the way in, and then he starts moving slowly back and forth across my g-spot. The vibrations send chills up my spine, and I feel Kain’s breath hot caressingly on my neck. He’s pushing me down flat against the bed and drilling me rhythmically with his vibrating cock.
I buck my hips back against him. It’s hard with his weight and the gravity, but I need to feel this. We start to move faster against each other, and I feel incredible heat building up inside me.
“Now I truly claim you,” Kain whispers into my ear.
My inner walls squeeze tightly against him, pulsing and dripping wet. At the same time, his cock throbs inside me, and as my body explodes with blinding and warm ecstasy, I feel his thick cum filling me.
He blasts load after load deep up into me as I come, screaming with abandon. My tears and drool stain the pillow, and I surrender completely beneath this powerful alien warrior who has claimed me for himself.
As the last of his thick release blasts inside me, the vibrations slowly fade, but the inner vibration and warmth of the afterglow fills me up instead. Finally, he pulls out of me and drops down beside me.
I smile over at him, and every hair on the back of my neck feels like it’s standing straight up on end.
“You’re sure you want to work tomorrow?” he asks, gently stroking my side.
God, why did he have to remind me about that? I need to stay with Felicia, to keep her spirits up. And aside from that, working will get me off the exosuit sooner. I can’t take any days off from working.
“You must have a lot of work to do tomorrow, too,” I say. “I can’t imagine all you’re having to go through. Could you really imagine taking a day off to just lay around?”
He sighs. “No, I can’t imagine it. I haven’t had a real day of rest in years. But I want to give you one.”
“I appreciate it,” I say. “I really do. But let’s not rest until we are free. Give me a nice day–or a week, or a month–once we are safe and warm on Venus.”
“Mmmm,” he says, smiling. “That sounds good.”
I ignore the fact that Venus is only safe for as long as Earth remains stable. Or for as long as Darkstar remains dormant. The human brain can only worry about so many things at once, however.
“What do I need to get these three guys ready to do?” I
ask. “Do you have a plan yet?”
“Ask them if they’re able to make a bomb,” Kain says.
“A bomb?!” Eli shouts
“Did you say a BOMB?” Thorsten roars into the intercom.
“Shhhh!” I admonish, raising a finger over my visor gesturing for their silence. “Quiet!”
“A bomb,” Andreas whispers.
“Could you?” I ask.
“I know a guy in agriculture,” Thorsten says.
“Agriculture?” Felicia asks.
“Yeah,” Thorsten says. “The fertilizer they use in those grow domes is powerful shit. Highly concentrated, packed full of ammonium nitrate.”
“That blows up, right?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Eli says. “But the question is how are you going to blow it up.”
“And where,” Thorsten says. “And when.”
“That’s three questions,” I say.
We all start swinging our pickaxes again to break the boulders. Every part of my body aches, but it’s not as bad as before Kain’s...massage.
I smile just thinking about it. He is a barbaric asshole, but he’s my barbaric asshole.
We focus on our job of mining and throwing more rocks into the wagon, without speaking. There’s a quota to meet, and we’ve more or less internalized it already. We talk only when we’re catching a breath, and the work hours are long, so it’s not like we’ll run out of time to talk the plan through.
When the wagon is full and it drives off, I point to it. “The bomb will go in there.”
“Ah,” Andreas says. “That’s smart. Mr. Kain think of that?”
“We thought of it together,” I say.
“Doing a lot of things together these days, are ya’?” Eli asks.
I scoff. “The bomb will go off in the wagon. And it will blow up when the wagon is back in the refinery bay.”
“So we need a timer,” Thorsten says.
“Or a remote detonator,” Eli says.
“Do they ever inspect the wagons?” I ask.
“Machine scans,” Thorsten says. “They get blasted by a scanner beam to see what type of ores have been mined and what not.”
“What will the machines do when they see a bunch of fertilizer?” Felicia asks.
“I don’t know,” Eli says. “Back in the day, the A.I. probably would have alerted an officer.”
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