by Ivy Barrett
Belton must have felt it too. He thrust faster and much harder. “Come for me, pet. Your master wants his cock squeezed now.”
Moxtel pressed hard on her clit, rubbing fast from side to side.
Her long-denied orgasm exploded with violent intensity. She screamed and shook, arching nearly off the bed. Belton wrapped both arms around her legs, and Moxtel cupped her breasts, holding her down while clearly enjoying the soft mounds.
“Gods, yes,” Belton muttered, holding himself deep inside her while her inner muscles convulsed in rhythmic waves.
Suddenly, Moxtel covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply as she floated back to reality. His hand caressed her now, stroking her breasts and belly, while Belton watched, his cock obviously still hard inside her ass. The second rush of pleasure cascaded through her and her core fluttered, tightening her back passage in the process. She whimpered. Replete, yet greedily wanting more. How could she possibly be both?
“I can’t stop, Moxtel,” Belton panted, chest heaving. “Can you fuck her mouth? This feels too damn good to pull out.”
“Then let’s pick her up. This position is wrong for what I need from our lovely slave.”
She was too dazed to care that they were talking around her again, even forgave Moxtel for calling her slave. Belton shifted his shoulders, and her legs slid down his arms, landing in the bend of his elbows. His hands nearly spanned her waist, a testament to the size of his hands, not the narrowness of her waist.
Moxtel pulled her sideways as Belton moved away from the bed and followed her body around. She gasped and grabbed the nearest solid object, which turned out to be Moxtel’s beefy arms. He smiled at her, but his face was upside down. She was suspended between them as they stood facing each other, her weight supported completely by their hands and forearms.
“Don’t panic, sweetheart,” Moxtel soothed. “We’ve got you.”
Sweetheart was much better than slave. She took a deep breath and relaxed, trusting her masters to support her. The thought could mean so many things. Would they support her in freeing Brianne? Would they support her when she revealed that Brianne was just the beginning that she wouldn’t stop until every enslaved female—regardless of species—was set free?
She swallowed past the tightness in her throat. Now was probably not the best time to bring up her agenda. Or maybe it was the perfect time. A completely inappropriate smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
“There’s mischief in your eyes,” Moxtel noticed. “Maybe I better wait and fuck your pussy.”
She shook her head and allowed the smile to form. “I’m just glad the punishment is over. Despite evidence to the contrary, I really do like pleasure more than pain.”
Belton pulled back, dragging his cock out several inches then thrusting it back in. She gasped then shivered. “You like intensity, regardless of the form it takes.”
“True,” she admitted. “But I didn’t come until it stopped hurting.”
He chuckled as he repeated the teasing motion. “You didn’t come until I told you to, just like a good little—”
“Please, don’t say it.” She had no right to ask, but they had never been this indulgent before. “I accepted my discipline with a good attitude. Will you please call me Lorna?”
“All right, Lorna. Because you were such a good girl, you’ve earned the privilege of being called by your name. But only for today. If you want to be more than a slave to us, start being obedient.”
“Yes, Master... Belton?” she added tentatively.
His gaze narrowed. “Don’t push it.”
“You two can flirt after,” Moxtel grumbled. “I’m hard as a rock over here.”
So was Belton, but he didn’t seem to mind, definitely wasn’t in a hurry to change the fact.
“Moxtel is going to teach you how to properly suck Yashonty cock,” Belton told her. “Are you going to earn more privileges by cooperating with him, or should he spank your ass and fuck your pussy instead?”
She hesitated. A nice hard spanking was perversely appealing, but she’d gotten used to the decadent feel of Belton’s cock right where it was. “I’ll be good.” She looked at Moxtel and dropped the little girl sweetness. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
* * *
Moxtel’s pulse jumped as he gazed into Lorna’s bright blue eyes. He didn’t understand the impulses ebbing and flowing inside him. He’d wanted to dominate her small pale body ever since he first saw her, but he also wanted to caress and kiss her. He never kissed body-slaves. Such tenderness was meant for life-bringers. Instead of indulging the unnatural reactions any longer, he focused on the ache in his balls and the never-ending pressure throbbing in his cock.
Shifting her weight to one arm, he quickly opened the front of his uniform pants and freed his neglected cock. “Drop your head back and part those lips. I want to fuck your soft, wet mouth.”
She started to say something, then sighed and whispered, “Yes, Master.” Her neck relaxed and her head lowered, gradually positioning her mouth for the taking. She licked her lips then opened her mouth, her hands lightly touching his hips.
He repositioned his arm, supporting her neck as he teased her lips with the tip of his cock. “That’s right, my terran flame.” His pre-cum wet her lips, making them slick and shiny. “Stay nice and loose.” Her skin absorbed his essence, and she moaned, helplessly arching her back, which gave him an even better angle. It also thrust her breasts up and drew his attention to her hard red nipples. He wanted to clamp them and bite them. Subtle indentations indicated that they were pierced so he could attach weights and chains. The possibilities were thrilling.
What are you waiting for? Belton grumbled in his mind. I really need to move.
Sorry. Her strange coloring is distracting. It wasn’t a lie, just an exaggeration. He was distracted by her exotic appearance, but he wanted to savor every moment with her.
Then close your eyes. I need to rut her hard.
Moxtel smiled, understanding the impulse, but he still eased his tip between her soft lips. She opened wider, making a soft distressed sound as he reached the back of her mouth. “You’re fine, Lorna. Trust me. I’ll go nice and slow.”
She swirled her tongue against his shaft as the tension gradually eased from her back and shoulders. He pulled outward, then filled her mouth again, giving her a moment to prepare herself for what he was about to do. He repositioned his arms, supporting her torso with both hands as he started rocking his hips. The angle of her neck made it easier to swallow his entire length, so he often used some variation of it with novice females. Still, he opened his mind, scanning her emotions. He didn’t want to frighten her, just control her, and teach her how to do this properly. “I’m going to push deeper now. Don’t tense up or resist in any way. And time your breathing to the motion of my hips. My cock will momentarily block your airway, so don’t panic. It only lasts a moment, and then you can breathe again.”
Uncertainty surged through her mind, but she quickly calmed herself, even managed to produce a subtle nod.
Making sure to keep her neck supported, he slowly pushed into her throat. She gagged the first time, but relaxed and swallowed him down smoothly with the second thrust. Gods, it felt good. Her mouth was hot and wet around his shaft, throat soft and snug. “That’s wonderful, Lorna. You’re taking it all.”
He widened his stance and found a rhythm, steady and deep. She took his entire length over and over, timing her breaths to his even strokes. She grew silent and still, so relaxed that he touched her mind to make sure she was all right. She was euphoric, utterly absorbed in subspace, reveling in her helplessness.
“You’re so beautiful,” he praised. “And your sweet mouth feels so damn good.” Another irrational wave of tenderness washed over him as she swallowed him over and over. Her body began to rock into his thrusts, and he realized Belton was moving too. She was stuffed full of Yashonty cock from both ends now. Savage possessiveness spread through him in response to
the realization. She was their female, their comfort-giver, their... mate?
He forced the impossibility from his mind. Humans could not bear Yashonty young. Lorna could never be their life-bringer. She was an extraordinary slave, perhaps a comfort-giver, but she could not be their mate.
The emotional perfection faded but left blazing pleasure in its wake. Her soft body was perfect for carnal pleasures. That would have to be enough.
Belton cried out suddenly, back arching as his hips jerked. Lorna cried out around Moxtel’s cock, her body shuddering as well.
“Sorry, brother. My timing is all wrong tonight.” Belton’s legs were shaking so badly he laughed. “Worse, I came so hard that I need to sit down.”
Moxtel chuckled, and they both pulled out of their dazed body-slave. Moxtel pivoted to her side, and Belton lifted her into his waiting arms. She murmured sweetly and curled her soft body into the heat of his chest. His cock was still stone-hard and desperate for release, but she clearly needed a moment to process the pleasure triggered by Belton’s cum.
Wanting to feel her naked body sliding against his, Moxtel placed her on his bed and quickly shed his uniform. He never bothered to undress with body-slaves, and seldom spent the night with a comfort-giver, so why did he want these intimacies with Lorna? What made her so different from the rest?
She’s human. Even Belton’s mind voice sounded groggy. Belton wasn’t technically empathic. Their mental connection was just so well developed and had existed for so long that he often sensed Moxtel’s moods. Moxtel glanced over his shoulder and found Belton sprawled across his bed still fully dressed, a satisfied smile bowing his lips. His eyes were open but starting to droop. Neither of us has ever been with a human before, Belton pointed out. Maybe they all make Yashonty males feel like possessive fools.
Maybe. Moxtel crawled onto his bed, and Lorna opened her eyes. He’d unravel the puzzle later. Right now he needed the hot grip of her snug pussy. “Ready for more?”
Her smile was tentative, but her gaze swept the length of his body with obvious appreciation. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“For what?”
“For letting me see all of you.” Her warm gaze took another trip down to his feet, then back up to his face. “My imagination didn’t do you justice.” She glanced away as she whispered, “You’re stunning.”
He chuckled. “The exact word that came to me the first time I saw you.”
Her smile brightened and she rolled to her back. “And yes, Master, I’m ready for more.”
Easing her legs farther apart, he moved between her thighs. The scent of her arousal filled his nose, but he still paused to touch her, to make sure she was wet enough to take him. She exhaled sharply and lifted toward his fingers. Her slit was moist, but her core was soaking wet. “You liked having me fuck your face while Belton finished fucking your ass.”
It hadn’t been a question, but she whispered, “Yes, Master. Something about you two drives me crazy. I can’t seem to get enough.”
“Glad to hear it.” He positioned his cock and filled her pussy with one long, smooth drive.
She moaned, arching into him until he bottomed out inside her. “Yes,” she groaned. “I feel so empty without you or Belton inside me.”
He pulled back, then thrust hard, dragging a sensual gasp from her flushed mouth. “But both of us is even better?”
“Yes,” she admitted. She drew her legs up high on his sides as he fucked her in earnest. They stared deep into each other’s eyes, no longer needing words.
Finding her hands, he entwined their fingers then drew her arms above her head as he rocked between her thighs. It felt so perfect, so...
Natural? Belton suggested.
Moxtel glanced at him, but Belton’s eyes were still closed. He looked as if he was deeply asleep, but obviously, he wasn’t.
That’s how it feels when I fuck her. As if we are meant to be together. Belton’s eyes opened as he added, As if the three of us are meant to bond.
It’s impossible, and you know it. Moxtel fucked into her harder, trying to drive off the frustrating thoughts.
You’re an esauntre, Belton persisted. Judge what you’re feeling, see if she—
Moxtel reinforced his shields, blocking out Belton’s thoughts. Moxtel gazed into Lorna’s eyes, focusing on the feel of her snug cunt gripping his cock and her soft breasts sliding against his chest. She was a perfect fuck, nothing more. He would enjoy her as often as possible and never think about her beyond this cabin.
“Please, Master, may I come? Your cock feels so good.”
Her breathless plea went straight to his balls. “Yes,” he growled out the word as he frantically fought off his own climax.
She cried out and wrapped her legs around his hips. Her inner muscles rippled around him, threatening to shatter his determination not to come. Without even thinking about the ramification, he leaned down and covered her mouth with his. His range of motion was limited with her legs still clinging to him, but the heat of her cunt was enough. Her lips parted sweetly, and her tongue curled around his.
He had never fucked a human before Lorna, but he’d smelled and tasted several. She tasted sweeter and smelled better, more proof that she was unique, special. He deepened the kiss, filling her mouth as he was filling her pussy.
And he never wanted it to end.
The thought was jarring. Only life-bringers were forever. Lorna could not be their mate. He had to stop thinking of her in those terms.
“Release your legs,” he snapped.
Confusion furrowed her brow, but she unhooked her ankles and opened her legs.
He separated their hands, then pulled out of her pussy and flipped her over. If he couldn’t see her face, it was easier to keep emotion out of it. He pulled up on her hips, and she whimpered.
“Master, are you going to... I’m really sore.”
He pulled open her soft round cheeks and looked at her tender pucker, tempted to prove to himself and to her that she was just a body. He went so far as to position himself at the tender entrance, but couldn’t be that cruel. Instead, he slid down to her pussy and thrust back inside her with brutal force.
She gasped, then moved her knees farther apart and tilted her hips, taking him deeper. “Thank you, Master.”
He fucked her fast and hard, angry at himself for giving in, and angry at her for causing these feelings. His desire had been simmering for so long that it only took a few minutes to trigger his climax. He grasped her hips and came deep inside her, his cum coating her walls in hot bursts. He stayed deep inside her and waited for her to react. She screamed, clawing at the bedding and bucking against him as her tight little pussy squeezed his still spewing cock.
As soon as the last spasm passed, he pulled out of her pussy and flipped her onto her back. Then he crawled up her body, straddling her flushed face. His cock was wet with his cum and her juices. He pointed it toward her mouth. “Lick me clean. All three of your holes should smell like cum before we let you sleep.”
She did as she was told, but hurt shadowed her expression. Moxtel ignored it and savored the feel of her soft lips and warm tongue.
Why are you acting like such a bastard? Belton asked sleepily. She’s being obedient for a change.
Moxtel couldn’t explain something he didn’t understand himself, but Belton was right. Her obedience must be rewarded, just as misbehavior must be punished. “Good girl.” He pulled out of her mouth and moved to her side, then rolled her to her side as well and kissed her lightly on the mouth. “You did very well today, Lorna. Get some sleep.”
Her smile was tinged with disappointment, but she curled up on her side and closed her eyes.
He crawled off the bed and tugged on his uniform pants. “Get under the bedding. It’s cool in here.”
“Yes, Master.” She didn’t look at him as she obeyed, and she curled up facing the wall.
You hurt her feelings, Belton grumbled in Moxtel’s mind.
I know. With a
frustrated sigh, Moxtel grabbed his uniform top off the floor and walked out of the bedroom.
Chapter Six
Moxtel deactivated the data stream he’d been studying for the past two hours and rubbed the back of his neck. The entire day and half the night had dragged by torturously because all he could think about was Lorna. He’d spent more time in his cabin trying to fuck her out of his system than at his post, but nothing helped. The more time he spent inside her, the more he wanted to stay there. It didn’t make sense. And Belton was even worse. He’d given up even trying to work after the midday meal, and he’d been with her ever since.
Ram and the other bridge officers found Moxtel’s dilemma hilarious. They all thought he was crazy for even trying to accomplish anything. The rebels had been without the comfort of females too long to pretend their assigned tasks were more important than indulging long-neglected needs. Unfortunately, Ram couldn’t lock in an alliance with the Tavorians until Moxtel figured out whether or not Vikrin was full of shit. Moxtel wasn’t sure he had the answer, but without direct access to one of the females involved in the transformation program, he’d learned all he possibly could.
A heavy sigh escaped his lungs as Moxtel scooted closer to the workstation, one of three in the primary science lab. He’d come here hoping a little distance would help cool the burning in his blood. It hadn’t. All he had to do was close his eyes, and he could see Lorna perfectly, smell her tantalizing scent, and feel the texture of her skin.
Forcing her image to the back of his mind, Moxtel scooted closer to the workstation. “Request a private holo-conference with Commander Dulvet.”
Ram accepted the comm-request after the second ping and appeared on Moxtel’s holo-display. “What’s the verdict? Is the procedure viable or not?” As usual, Ram dove right to the heart of the matter. They’d been friends too long and had too much to do without wasting time on small talk.
