by Cynthia Sax
“Not me.” The First Officer lifted her chin. “It won’t damage me emotionally, especially if I receive an--”
“An A Class Warship in return.” Their Carys tilted her head back, stared up at the ceiling. What she saw there? Ace didn’t know. “You’re my best officer. You’ve clearly set your mind on this.”
“I have.” The younger female smiled.
“And you deserve the opportunity.” Their female’s pride in her protégé was undeniable. “Congratulations, Captain. You’re in command of an A Class Warship.”
“Yes,” her former first officer shouted, pumping the air with her fists.
If the female doesn’t survive this, our Commander will be emotionally damaged, Thrasher expressed his concerns.
Ghost will protect his female. And they would protect theirs.
Chapter Eleven
At the time, Carys had questioned whether or not she made the right decision, allowing her former first officer to enter a warship inhabited by a huge, mentally damaged, killer cyborg.
But two planet rotations later, the command-hungry officer remained alive. When she communicated with Carys at sunrise, the other female sounded quite pleased with herself, speaking as though she had the situation fully under control.
That could be possible. There had been no visual, which was telling. Based on her recent experiences with cyborg warriors, Carys suspected the newly appointed captain had been naked. She was likely seated on Ghost’s lap, his arms strapped around her.
Sex was a very effective method to control beings. Her gaze slid to Ace and Thrasher. She found it challenging to deny them anything after a round of fucking...or breeding as they called it.
They had stood by her side since the battle, supporting her through the changes. She had promoted navigation to first officer. He had the bridge at the moment.
The male had chosen his own replacement for the navigation officer position. That had been one less task she had to do.
The dead’s sacrifice had been acknowledged in a ceremony, the beings mourned. She sighed. There would be more ceremonies and more beings to mourn before this dreadful war ended. The fighting was far from over.
She worried for her crew, herself, but mostly for her two warriors.
“Ghost managed to survive for half a solar cycle with limited functionality.” She unfastened her chest covering. The cool air swept over her breasts, tightening her nipples. “That’s impressive.”
Her warriors had full functionality. What could they endure?
“Cyborgs are difficult to kill.” Ace stripped, his body armor falling to the floor around him, the clunk, clunk, clunk echoing the beating of her heart.
Thrasher undressed as speedily, baring his golden skin, his fit physique.
They stood, unabashed, proud, their feet braced apart, their cocks erect.
She openly admired them, drifting her gaze over the dips and swells of their bodies, looking for weakness, finding none. Her warriors were finely honed weapons, muscular and hard all over.
Difficult to kill.
Maybe they would survive the war. She kicked off her boots and removed her ass coverings. Maybe she could take a risk, care for them.
Carys’ lips twisted.
Who was she trying to fool? There was no maybe. She did care for Ace and Thrasher.
But she wouldn’t love them. She wouldn’t give them that much of her heart.
“Don’t damage yourself over Ghost, Commander.” Thrasher rubbed the lines between her eyebrows, his fingertips rough and warm against her skin. “He will survive.”
“And we will repair you.” Ace sucked on her bare shoulder, the tug of his lips felt down to her pussy. “Reverse your emotional damage.” He dragged his mouth across her back, teasing her with an erotic combination of firm flesh, blunt teeth, and nanocybotic-infused heat. “Please you.”
“Show you we’re worthy.” Thrasher cupped her face, tilting her gaze upward. His eyes were deep blue, stormy with passion. “You can trust us, Commander.”
She did. She trusted them with the safety of her crew, with the fate of the Rebels, with her future. Thrasher covered her lips with his. She opened to him. He slipped his tongue inside her, testing, teasing, tempting. They played, their tongues tumbling, their breaths meshing.
Then he drew his head back and Ace took over, his kiss more aggressive, more searching, demanding. His nanocybotics joined with Thrasher’s, with theirs from previous embraces, flooding her with sensation.
Thrasher joined the kiss, licking at the seam of their lips, flicking at their tongues.
Carys floated her hands along their chests. Their bodies were solid under her palms, unrelenting, reassuring. Thrasher’s stomach rippled. Ace stiffened, deepening their lip-lock. Their reaction excited her, filled her with a heady sense of power. She was female, strong, in charge.
Carys curled her fingers around their shafts. Ace sucked air, pulling on her tongue. Thrasher’s cock bobbed, the veins on his shaft throbbing against her fingertips.
Her more adventurous male reached over and covered her hand with his. He didn’t choose the hand on his cock. He chose the hand on Ace’s. Ace grumbled something she couldn’t decipher but he didn’t stop him.
He wanted this, wanted the warrior to touch him.
Thrasher helped Carys pump Ace’s shaft, sliding her palm along the male’s rigid flesh. The cyborg was more aggressive with Ace’s body than she would have been, tightening her grip.
Ace’s eyes flashed and he covered her other hand, guiding it along Thrasher’s cock, clasping him more securely, working him faster. The two males were in constant competition with each other.
But Carys sensed this was something more. The attraction between her two males shimmered and snapped in the air, passion fighting to be freed.
She’d release it.
Soon.
Judging by how often they fucked, her warriors would be jacking themselves off in ten planet rotations or less.
Carys swept her thumbs over their tips and they shuddered in unison. More pre-cum beaded on their slits, sparkling under the lights.
She envisioned that future scene. Her males would touch each other intimately, indulging in the desire long forbidden to them, and she’d watch them, directing their actions, subduing Thrasher’s rashness, drawing the more cautious Ace out of his reserve.
Stars. The image of them together turned her on.
She pulled Ace closer, directing him by his cock. Their shoulders touched, the three of them creating a closed space, a fortress against any attack.
Her two males were tall and broad, a wall of skin and muscle. Carys didn’t need protection. She was a commander and could protect herself. But she still relished the feeling of safety, of being guarded by them.
Thrasher leaned forward, a naughty gleam in his dark-blue eyes.
Ace abruptly stepped backward, breaking the embrace. “Squeeze my balls and I’ll dent your skull.”
His chest heaved like a human’s would after running a race.
Thrasher opened his mouth.
Carys sucked back a groan, knowing this routine. He would say something impulsive. Ace would stiffen and snap back. All of their progress would vanish.
“Enough,” she barked.
Both males straightened, their cocks bobbing. They clearly liked it when she took command, which was good because she liked taking command.
“There will be no squeezing of balls, not without my authority.” Carys crawled onto the sleeping support, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her ass in the air.
Temporarily separating the males was the most prudent action.
“Ace, I want you behind me.” She gave the next order.
“Yes, Commander.” The sleeping support dipped as Ace joined her
She widened her stance to accommodate her huge warrior, bracketing his knees with her legs. “You’ll fuck…breed with my pussy.”
Nothing calmed a male like having a tight wet pussy arou
nd his big cock. She dripped, ready for that fullness, ready for him.
“Thrasher, you’ll kneel in front of me. I want your cock in my mouth.” Her more adventurous male could close his eyes and pretend he was fucking Ace’s mouth, if that was his preference at the moment. “Use me well, warriors. I’ve had a stressful…an emotionally damaging planet rotation. I don’t want to think.”
“We’ll breed with you until your processors shut down, Commander.” Thrasher jumped onto the sleeping support, a gleeful grin on his handsome face.
“You’ll feel.” Ace cupped her mons and she jerked. “You won’t think.” The male stroked her from clit to ass, skimming his fingers along her feminine folds, escalating her desire.
“And you’ll suck.” Thrasher captured her chin between his thumb and index finger, regaining her attention. “I love it when you suck me.” He lifted her face. “We’ll give the orders this shift, Commander.” The warrior presented his cock to her. “Your mouth will be full.”
This shift? She twirled her tongue around his tip, his nanocybotic-infused pre-cum fizzing on her flesh. Were they planning on fucking her the entire rest cycle?
They could do that. Carys dipped her tongue into Thrasher’s slit, looking for more of his delicious essence, and he groaned. Cyborgs had a quick recovery time and unlimited endurance. They could fill her again and again and never tire.
She licked and laved Thrasher’s huge cock. Ace ran his hands over her pussy, skillfully stimulating her to the point of distraction. She no longer thought of battles to be fought and beings to safeguard. She had two cyborg warriors to please.
“Take Thrasher deep, Commander.” Ace gripped her hips. “I want his cock inside your hot mouth when I mount you.”
“Frag, yes, warrior.” Thrasher didn’t wait for her to comply. He clasped the back of her head and pushed his cock between her lips, his hold on her not allowing any escape.
Forced to take him, Carys opened wide, relaxing her mouth. Thrasher slid his shaft along her tongue, filling her with his length, his thickness, stopping only when he hit her throat.
“She’s such a good Commander.” Ace’s voice warmed with approval. “She looks beautiful with her lips stretched around your cock.”
“She’ll look better with her pussy stretched around yours.” Thrasher twisted short strands of her hair around his fingers, securing her in place, the tinges of pain thrilling her.
Normally, she was in control of their fucking. This was different, unpredictable.
“Make her moan with pleasure, ass.”
Ace bumped his broad tip against her once, twice before finding her entrance. She trembled, bliss shooting over her form. His bungling must have been deliberate. Ace was a cyborg, precise in everything. He could find a pussy hole.
Her cautious cyborg eased into her. His cock head pressed along her inner walls, opening her, reshaping her. He was hot and hard and so damn big. It didn’t matter how many times he took her. She’d never become accustomed to his size.
Her pussy lips connected with his base, her ass with his hips, and she moaned, her mouth vibrating around Thrasher’s shaft.
“You did it, ass. You made her moan.” The warrior pulled on her hair. “And the hum feels good. Next round, my balls are in her mouth.”
Next round? She wiggled her ass and Ace sank deeper inside her. They did plan to fuck her into oblivion.
She had no objections to that, wanted it with every part of her being.
“Enjoy the hum.” Ace’s reply held a very male smugness. “It can’t compare to our Commander’s pussy. She’s built for my cock.”
He withdrew and pushed back into her, withdrew, pushed back, withdrew, pushed back. She pulsed to the same steady rhythm.
“She’s built for my cock also.” Thrasher, not to be outdone, began to move also, using her mouth hard, smacking his balls against her chin, holding her in place with his hands.
Carys was being fucked at both ends, used by two warriors for their sexual satisfaction, and she loved it, swaying between them.
“Our Commander likes it when both of us breed with her.” Thrasher didn’t allow her enjoyment to go unobserved. “Look at her beautiful face. This pleases her design.”
Carys smiled around his shaft.
“I don’t need to look at her beautiful face. She’s soaking my cock.” Ace drove into her harder, slapping her ass with his hips.
“We have the best female.”
“She’s a being, not a possession. We don’t own her,” Ace primly recited what she had told them when they first met.
“She’s wrong. We do own her.” Thrasher thrust his cock fearlessly between her teeth, her lips, ravishing her unrelentingly. “This mouth is ours.”
“This pussy is ours.” Ace draped his body over hers, reached around her, and touched her clit. She jumped, her back colliding with his chest. “She knows she belongs to us and we belong to her.”
She did know she was theirs and they were hers. The connection between them intensified with every passing planet rotation. The two males had somehow pieced together her broken heart, making her whole again. If she wasn’t careful, and caution was admittedly not her strength, they’d claim her completely, wrapping their souls around hers.
Shattering her beyond repair if they died.
They wouldn’t die. She constricted her pussy around Ace’s shaft and sucked Thrasher’s cock harder. They were cyborgs, manufactured to live forever.
“Do that again and you’ll make me come, Commander.” Ace’s lips moved against her neck.
She did it again.
He roared, surging forward, driving himself into her up to the hilt. If Thrasher hadn’t shoved back against her shoulders, she would have fallen.
Cum exploded from Ace’s cock, splattered against her inner walls. Ecstasy, pure, raw, wild, swept over her. She screamed around Thrasher’s shaft.
Which propelled him over the edge.
“Yes,” he bellowed, holding onto her as he filled her mouth with his essence. Pleasure rushed down her throat, her chest. That swell smashed into the wave Ace had initiated, the two surges of bliss colliding at her core.
Her mind splintered, unable to absorb the assault on her senses. She bucked, writhed, fought the erotic bombardment.
Thrasher folded his body on top of Ace’s. Her two males caged her with their chests, hips, arms, legs, holding her still, keeping her safe while they continued to claim her hapless form.
They relentlessly pumped into her, filling her with burst after burst of nanocybotic-laden cum. Carys mindlessly massaged Ace’s shaft with her pussy muscles and sucked on Thrasher’s cock, coaxing everything from her warriors. She couldn’t handle more yet she couldn’t stop.
The chamber spun around her. She closed her eyes, attempting to limit the stimulation. It was still too much, too good, an influx of delight her human form was unable to cope with.
Like a Mox-X junkie seeking her next hit, she continued to search for more until finally, there was nothing left. The high dissipated and she collapsed on the sleeping support, her arms and legs limp, weak, useless.
“We’ve damaged our female.”
She wanted to smack the smugness out of Thrasher’s voice but she hadn’t the energy. They had damaged her. If the enemy attacked now, Carys couldn’t respond. She couldn’t perform her critical role upon the battle station.
She had put her crew’s lives at risk, for one round of hot sex.
World-tilting, time-and-space-bending hot sex, fucking unlike any she’d ever experienced.
Stars. It was worth it.
“Come here, Commander.” Ace drew her to his warm form. “You damaged us also.” He wiped the wetness from her cheeks, removing the tears she hadn’t known she’d shed. “Thrasher’s processors shut down.”
“Your processors shut down first, ass.” Thrasher laid his head on her stomach. “You bellowed like a Palavian warrior with two of his arms cut off.”
He dipped his index fing
er into her pussy, wetted it to the knuckle, and held it up. His skin glistened with her juices and Ace’s cum. Thrasher then stuck that finger into his mouth.
“Palavians have four arms. They can function if they lose two of them.” Ace turned Carys’ head and captured her lips. She blinked, dazed, as he sucked the remnants of Thrasher’s release from her tongue.
Twenty planet rotations and he’d have his lips wrapped around the other warrior’s cock. That was her prediction. And she’d have Ace’s cock in her mouth.
Thrasher spread her legs, settled between them, and ate her out with a mind-spinning ferocity, burrowing his face into her pussy. Carys undulated, moaning into Ace’s mouth. That warrior palmed her breasts, squeezing and releasing, supporting their weight.
She came and came again, finding release twice before Thrasher had cleaned her pussy to his satisfaction. The climaxes, compared to the previous ones, were gentle, but they zapped her remaining energy, leaving her drained yet sated, delirious with bliss.
Thrasher left the cradle of her thighs and tumbled beside them on the sleeping support, bumping against Ace. Ace shifted her to the left.
She lay between the two warriors. They petted her shoulders, sides, hips, their touch soothing her.
Silence stretched.
Carys felt more than content. She felt…
“Happy. That’s what I feel right now—genuinely happy,” she admitted and she immediately felt guilty. Her daughter, her laughing, beautiful Pimmy was dead, and she was happy.
“I’m happy also.” Thrasher squeezed her shoulder.
“I am also.” Ace’s voice deepened with emotion. “We’re allowed to feel happy.”
“Are we?” It felt wrong. “I don’t want to forget the pain, to forget my daughter.” She whispered the last two words, unable to say them louder.
“You won’t forget your daughter, Commander.” Ace nuzzled against her neck. “We won’t allow that.”
“You’ll share your memories of her with us.” Thrasher splayed his fingers over her stomach. “All of them, not only the sad recollections of her death. You’ll remember the joy she gave you, the laughter, the love.”
