by Linda Gayle
Saints, she was a vision. The silk blindfold only added to her allure, blending with the waterfall of glossy black hair that flowed down her burnished brown back. Kels held her hand in the air and turned her slowly so everyone could appreciate her feminine curves and slender limbs. Murmurs and sighs rose.
Elion clenched his jaw. Something about the games had never sat right with him. People shouldn’t be on display like that. On the other hand, he’d rarely had a chance to see Kels in his element, least not without some sex-crazed woman glued to him. Elion allowed his gaze to roll over the broad shoulders, cut abs, narrow hips, and long, strong legs. And of course, the heavy balls and that relentless cock.
Kels wasn’t erect yet, not fully, but he would be. He had an almost superhuman control over his body. Even partially relaxed, his dick hung magnificently, still semisheathed in the foreskin, but swelling even as Elion looked on.
Kels turned Sayal in his arms so her back was against his chest, and began stroking her arms, her hips, her breasts, teasing her dusky nipples to hard points. Elion’s palms warmed as if those lush, full tits still pressed into them. Sayal was no Keeva. She didn’t scream or scratch or grind her cunt into Kels’s face. She was lovely and graceful, her delicate proportions framed by Kels’s powerful, masculine ones. Her fragility next to his obvious strength made the scene poignant, even in this public forum, and the audience fell to an enthralled hush as Kels aroused her with his hands, his mouth, with seductive words whispered into her ear.
He took Sayal’s hand, and together they tested the wetness of her pussy, stroking her lips slowly. Sayal’s mouth slackened, and she rolled her head against Kels’s shoulder. The blindfold was working. Without seeing the audience, she concentrated only on Kels and her own pleasure. It had been a simple act of genius, and somehow Kels had known the audience would be too enchanted to do their usual obnoxious shouting and whistling as well.
It was as if someone had stopped an Old Earth rock concert with the delicate strains of a violin concerto.
He’d woven a spell out there that wrapped around Elion too. His hand strayed to his cock, which was stone hard and feverishly hot beneath his pants fastener, and he gritted his teeth. It felt wrong to jerk off watching his friends. How Elion had grown up so modest in a SenVerse that thrived on fleshly pleasures, he’d never know. It was most likely his military upbringing. Discipline, discipline…
With a growling sigh, he let his hand drop just as a collective gasp rippled through the audience. Sayal had had her first orgasm with only Kels’s fingers on her clit. It was a bold gamble. Most sexplayers aimed for simultaneous climaxes for a greater jolt through the braces, but despite that, the patrons appeared more rapt than ever.
When Kels turned Sayal away from him, his cock stood fully engorged, proudly upright against his belly, and almost as thick as Sayal’s wrist. Elion cramped his fingers around the lip of the wall as Sayal sank to her knees to take it into her mouth. Saints below. Still blindfolded, she sucked him in while Kels stared down at her and pumped his hips sensuously. Elion’s cockhead began to drip, and he groaned. He couldn’t watch anymore. He wanted too badly to be there with them. His lips still stung with Kels’s kiss, and he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. Fucking Kels. He loved the man, but he always had liked to see Elion twist. Lately it’d gotten out of hand.
He began to walk around the arena in the shadows of the bleachers. Best thing to do was to find a way out, meet Kels and Sayal back at the ship. Plenty of time to jerk off. Seemed like he’d been doing a lot of that recently.
He pressed his lips together when he saw someone else crouched by another gap in the seats. Seemed he hadn’t been the only one to sneak in for a free show. If it were another guy, he wondered if he might be interested in sucking him off. Then his breath caught. A long, dark cloak hung to the ground as the being knelt on the ground. It sighted down the short barrel of some kind of weapon pointed into the arena.
Elion yanked his disruptor off his belt. “Hey!”
The being’s head whipped toward him. It thrust the weapon under its cloak and bolted.
Elion sprinted after it. This time it wouldn’t get away.
Once the first orgasm rippled through her, Sayal grew bold. The blindfold blocked out her surroundings. All that existed in her world was Kels, his firm hands guiding her, his demanding mouth on hers, his hard, hot body, and his cock. She’d rubbed against it, sucked it, squeezed it, and now, by the Fates, she needed it inside her, and she told him so, groaning the words against his throat after he pulled her up off her knees.
“You’ll have it, luv,” he said, then kissed her as he walked her backward. The backs of her thighs hit a soft surface, a bed or something like it, she guessed. Bracing his hands around her waist, he lifted her so she sat on the edge. “Sayal,” he murmured, pressing her down with his body to bite and lick at her neck, her breasts, “you’ve got me so hard. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
His fingers stroked over her wet pussy lips, dipped into her hole. She clenched her inner muscles around them and hissed through gritted teeth. Her hunger for him was a wild spirit taking over her flesh. He slid at least two fingers in and out of her while his thumb rolled over her clit. He probed deeper, finding one exquisite spot she’d never known existed. Sayal gasped and pushed back on his hand. “Kels…”
“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s it. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He kept sweeping over that sensitive, sweet spot in firm circles; then his mouth was there on her clit, his tongue drawing patterns over the sensitive bead, driving her higher, faster. Her body drew up, then released in crashing waves. She gasped and cried and at the edges of her brain heard the audience crying along with her while she grabbed at the sides of the strange, soft mattress she lay on. Now that was two orgasms and still no cock, not that she was ungrateful, but he’d said they had only fifteen minutes…
His wet fingers smoothed over her lips, and she instinctively sucked on them, tasting her own musky essence. His tongue followed, slipping over hers. He whispered against her mouth, “No numbers yet?”
It took a second for her to realize what he asked. She smiled and reached blindly for his face. He caught her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm. “No numbers,” she answered.
“Brilliant.”
He lifted off her but kept his hand on her belly. He never stopped touching her, never stopped letting her know he was there. The audience stirred with murmurs and whistles. What was he doing? “Kels?”
His kiss came out of nowhere, a weird side effect of being blind, and he trailed his hand down to her inner thigh. “Elion’s watching,” he whispered.
Her body jumped with a fresh flush of heat. He must have noticed, for he drew on a hardening nipple and pinched the other one enough to sting. Her pussy clenched, and he settled his big hand over her mound, then moved lower to cup her ass. She reached for his shoulders and gripped them as images of him swatting Keeva’s bottom zipped through her unsettled mind. She’d never had a chance to tell him that frightened her. “Kels…”
He moved swiftly, rolling her over, pulling her onto her hands and knees. He caressed her back, her shoulders, reached beneath her to tease her hanging breasts while his cock pressed against her butt. “Still all right?” he murmured.
“Yes…”
She felt warm, thick fluid drip between her ass cheeks, and his fingers spreading it. “It’s going to go fast from here,” he said and slid his slippery finger around the rim of her anus. The skin there was exquisitely sensitive, tickly and enticing and deliciously forbidden. She squirmed with pleasure until he eased a fingertip into the tight opening.
She started to pull away, but Kels held her shoulder. “This is for Elion. You want to please him, Sayal. I know you sucked him off, and he loved it. He wants you; he burns for you. He wants to fuck you, fuck your ass.” As he growled it, he pushed his finger deep inside her, twisting, and she gasped and tossed her head. She’d never done this with either Prime.
The sensation rocked her, sweet and tight and foreign. “You could take his big dick, princess. I know you could.”
Between his hot words and his probing finger, her body flamed, and her cream trickled down her thighs. The ends of the silk blindfold and her hair swung over her cheeks as she rocked back to meet his thrusts. More lube, more stretching, and he must have had two fingers in her now, murmuring encouragement, building pictures of Elion pushing into her, Elion’s face flushed with desire, Elion’s brilliant eyes full of love and lust for her.
He withdrew. Sayal whimpered with disappointment. Her body throbbed with a ferocious need to fuck. Almost instantly his fingers returned, bigger, harder. They slid thickly, slowly, into her ass on a coating of oil. Only it couldn’t be Kels’s fingers, for his hands came around her waist, and suddenly the head of his cock pressed at her pussy and drove into her with one decisive stroke. Sayal writhed in his grip, shuddering on the edge of pleasure and pain. It was like being filled by both men, and as he pushed his way inside her, Sayal cried out with surprise, then mewled with intense, encompassing pleasure.
Somehow he knew exactly how to touch her, in her cunt, in her ass, over her sweat-dampened skin. Kels began to move then, not too quickly, but drawing out until the broad, hot head of his cock kissed her wet lips, then sliding in again, grinding against her so his cock pushed along the object lodged in her ass and massaged her sensuously inside and out.
Her muscles clenched, sucking at him. His hands roamed lovingly, rubbing her nipples, pressing the back of her neck, rolling over her clit slick with fluids until one sensation built upon another and another, and her orgasm seized her, flung her, her cunt flexing and pulsing with rolling waves of savage pleasure.
Kels snarled out a harsh cry and plunged into her a last time. He came with her in grunting, violent spasms.
He held her tight against his heaving chest for the span of several heartbeats; then she sagged from his grip onto her side, exhausted and exhilarated. Only then did she hear the audience around them cheering and whooping. Kels got off her, withdrew whatever he’d stuffed up her bum, and gently pulled off the blindfold. She rolled onto her back and gazed up into his handsome, beloved, triumphant face.
“Twelve,” she murmured weakly, and he grinned. He would know she was kidding.
He scooped her up in his arms and set her down on her shaky legs. All around them the audience was on its feet, shouting, swaying drunkenly, the lights glinting off head braces. How surreal that they’d all shared in the pleasure she’d felt with Kels. Then again, if they felt a fraction of what she’d just experienced, she could understand the appeal.
Kels steadied her. “You all right?”
She nodded, thoroughly drained.
“I have one more surprise for you,” he said.
She gazed at him warily, but he grinned and pointed up at the two huge vidscreens that would have been showing their antics. Fates, it was a good thing she had been blindfolded.
“Look,” he said and turned her.
She saw herself magnified on the huge vidscreen and gasped. Across her lower back, like brilliant golden fireworks, her biolume tattoo sparkled and raced against her dusky skin. Sayal laughed when she recognized the design.
It was the same beautiful filigree logo that marked Ulvik’s door.
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Chapter Ten
Kels carried Sayal to the spray-down. She looped her arms around his neck, and her eyes were closed. He wished he could have been looking into those golden green eyes while she had come, but the blindfold had been worth the loss of that pleasure. All around them, the audience stamped and whistled, and Kels could practically feel the weight of the iron lining his pockets. Even Maji, attending to the spray-down as usual, seemed impressed.
“Better than Keeva,” he squeaked.
“Yeah, thanks,” Kels said. The door slid open, and he set Sayal down gently on her feet. “This is going to be—”
“Cold!” she exclaimed, crossing her arms over her breasts while the mist covered them.
He laughed and took her arms and held them over her head. “Gotta be clean if you’re gonna be dirty,” he said.
She shivered and gave him a brave grin. When the door slid open, he grabbed a fluffy white robe and bundled her into it. The spray-down mist dried fast. He scanned the waiting crowd for Elion. He’d expected him to meet them here as arranged, but he didn’t see his mate’s blond head anywhere. He shoved his fingers through his hair, scraping it off his forehead.
“What’s the matter?” Sayal asked, perceptive as always.
“I thought Elion would be here.”
“Maybe he’s still up in the stands.”
Kels glanced over his shoulder. “Maybe.” Or maybe he had ducked out. That would have been a crying shame. “Well, let’s go back to the room and get our clothes on. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Our winnings will buy us a good meal and some drinks. We earned it.”
“We didn’t win really, did we?”
“Here’s Canto now.” He nodded to the man himself who strode over with his arms spread wide.
“Magnificent! Captain Havoc, you bring a professionalism and skill to the arena that’s rarely seen anymore. And Sayal, what can I say? You’re a diva, a prima donna. And I see your ink bloomed. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
Kels put his arm around her. “Canto, have you seen Elion?”
“No, not since he brought you the blindfold.”
“Well, if he shows, could you tell him we’ll be in the dressing room?”
“Of course. And I’ll bring you your winnings once they’re calculated.”
He gave Sayal’s shoulders a squeeze, and they started walking back to the room. Beings lined the walkway, digipads outstretched. “Who are those people?” she asked.
“Your fans.”
Sure enough, several called her name and begged for autographs. She glanced questioningly at Kels. “Go ahead, luv. You’re the star.”
“I couldn’t.” She bit her lip and waved to them instead. “I have to say, this is a very strange way to make money.”
“It beats killing each other. ‘Make love, not war,’ they used to say on Earth.”
“That’s a good expression,” she replied. “I like that.”
He rubbed her arm as they entered the quieter corridor. Elion’s absence concerned him. Maybe he’d pushed it too far, having him blindfold Sayal. He’d only wanted his mate to get comfortable with the girl naked, and him too, for that matter. Of course Kels understood he had an extraordinary libido, and he hadn’t meant to push it off on his friend. Elion could be sensitive. Most likely he’d skulked to the ship to wank off.
They reached the dressing room, and Sayal entered ahead of him, walking somewhat stiffly. He had to smile. “Well, princess, I must inquire. Any reflections on your first time in the Dome?”
She gave her bottom a rub. “I think I’ll be very sore later.”
He walked to her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Nah. I’ll give you a nice massage when we get back to the ship, get you all loosened up, and you can sleep it off.”
She slid her arms around his waist, and she pressed her cheek against his chest. He couldn’t help but compare this to Keeva’s fiery tantrums, her unquenchable energy. As he cuddled Sayal against him, her warmth soaked into his skin. Yeah, this was quite pleasant actually. Low-key and relaxing. He stroked his hand over her fragrant hair and kissed the top of her head. “You did fantastic, Sayal. I’m proud of you.”
She gazed up at him with gleaming eyes. “You did most of the work. Thank you for making it good for me.”
“Nah, it was my pleasure. You didn’t mind the dildo, then?”
“The what?”
Hm, another little gap in her knowledge. “What I put up your ass toward the end there.”
“Oh that. What was it?”
“Like a fake cock.”
“I thought it was you at first
.”
He slapped a hand to his forehead. “Saints below, Sayal, it was only an inch in diameter.”
She laughed. “I meant your fingers.”
He pulled a face at her, teasing. “Well, all right. I’m telling you, my ego’s going down in flames lately.”
She hugged him again, and he thought he could get used to this. For a quiet moment, he simply held her, feathering his hands up and down her back, her breathing quieting.
“You’re worried about Elion,” she murmured after a minute or two.
“Yeah.” He straightened the front of her robe for no particular reason. “I’m worried I pissed him off. I don’t think he was watching. I think he took off.”
“You mean he wasn’t…? But you said he was.”
“Nah, I was just getting you going; that’s all.”
She faked being miffed, but he could tell it really didn’t bother her. “I don’t think he was…pissed off.” She spoke the phrase as if it was new to her, which it might have been. She was an interesting little bird, so worldly wise about some things, absolutely clueless about others. “I think he…doesn’t know what to do with all he’s feeling.”
“Well, yeah.” He went to gather his clothes. He found his com still hooked onto his belt and buzzed Elion. No answer, as he’d suspected would happen. Maybe El had found someone to hook up with. He shook his head and tugged on his pants. “He’s always had a hard time with that. I suppose it’s partly my fault. The birds I’ve brought home before were real screamers, easy to push away. He doesn’t know what to do with you.”
Her face fell. “Then it’s my fault.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, El’s more of a loner than I am. He’s used to being off by himself. He doesn’t always know how to ask for what he wants.”
She slipped out of the robe, and his gaze drew down her body. He could easily have fucked her again right now if she weren’t still reeling. He was sure she had no idea just how exceptionally she’d responded in the arena.
