MissionMenage

by Cynthia Sax

  “You are overly tense.” Sexy rubbed the giant knot coiling between his shoulders. They were both naked and sitting on the bed, waiting for their captain’s return.

  “You’re damn right I’m tense!” Vegas curled his fingers into tight fists. “They almost took her,” he fumed, as the android’s hands worked down his back. “And I couldn’t have done anything to stop her because I would have been dead—dead, while the Balazoids took my mate.” Vegas leaned forward, propping himself up by his elbows, allowing the male companion android to massage his ass cheeks.

  “I would have protected her,” Sexy assured him.

  “You would have protected my woman,” Vegas growled. His hands ached. Red spots danced in front of his eyes. “You can kiss my ass, Sexy.”

  The android pressed a moist kiss at the juncture of his ass cheeks and Vegas jerked at the unexpected contact. Some of his anger flowed into desire.

  “Eat my ass out, Sexy,” he instructed. He closed his eyes as his robotic twin licked and nibbled down the valley between his cheeks, his big coarse hands spreading him slightly for better access.

  The door slid open. Vegas knew who it was, but he ignored Raylee, pushing back against Sexy’s face, forcing his nose and chin between his ass cheeks. The android gripped his hips, his strength matching his. A hot, wet tongue probed his puckered hole.

  He heard a rustle of fabric, yet he continued to stare straight ahead, the anger rekindling inside him. Sexy had his tongue right up his ass now, making a munching noise as though he was truly eating his ass out. Vegas’ lips quirked. Fuck. I love my woman’s crazy sense of humor.

  “Am I interrupting?” Raylee’s husky voice hung in the sleeping chamber. Her unique chalk powder and engine oil scent filled the space. All of his senses were assailed by her presence.

  Vegas glanced over. She stood, gloriously naked, the sight of her pert breasts and shapely hips making his cock harden. He ignored his aroused state, focusing on his fear-induced fury. “Come here,” he ordered.

  His anger must have been reflected in his face, because she stepped away from him. “I don’t think so. Not like this.”

  “Yes, like this.” His patience snapped. Vegas moved at his top speed, grabbed her shoulders, turned her away from him and hauled her backward toward the bed, her heels dragging on the floor.

  “You don’t have a choice.” He flipped onto his back, landing on the mattress, taking her with him. She fought, cursing and kicking, but he easily overpowered her, as a Balazoid warrior would also overpower her. Oh, fuck. She was so small, so fragile.

  “The Balazoid warriors wouldn’t have given you a choice.” He pulled her arms behind her as she squirmed on top of him, tormenting his already aroused cock. Sexy watched them struggle, wearing his normal blank passionless expression.

  “If you had been captured by the Balazoid today, they wouldn’t have killed you.” Vegas forced her knees wide apart, flattening them to the mattress with his legs in a typical Balazoid containment maneuver.

  “They’d use you as you would be used on their breeding farms, restraining you.” He tugged on her arms, causing her enough discomfort to illustrate his point, but not enough to seriously hurt her. Damn it. The enemy wouldn’t be so caring. “Spreading your legs.”

  “Sexy, position yourself,” Vegas instructed, and as programmed, the android kneeled between her legs, his synthetic cock hard and lubricated. “They’d allow you six hours of sleep every night and you’d spend the other hours being a receptacle for their cocks.

  “Sexy, activate Balazoid sequence.” Her body jerked against his as the android rammed into her, and Vegas closed his eyes for a second, the urge to comfort her so very strong. I have to do this, for her sake, for my sanity.

  “They don’t call it fucking.” It took all of his Federation training to keep his voice cool and emotionless. “They call it releasing because it is a bodily function to them, like urinating.”

  The android thrust into her three times, his cock plunging into her pussy right up to his balls, but not an inch more of him touched her. “They mount you,” Vegas continued. “They come.” She convulsed in his arms as the compressed air simulating Sexy’s orgasm blasted into her and he tightened his grip on her, holding her still.

  “They dismount.” Vegas’ voice roughened. Sexy pulled back, his cock glistening with her juices. “They clean.” The android shoved a cold mini-vacuum up her pussy and there was a loud sucking sound, her body drained of her sweet cream. “And the next warrior mounts you.” Sexy repeated the process, fucking her with rigorous precision.

  Vegas felt Raylee’s fight drain from her, her body growing small in his arms, and he ruthlessly pushed away his guilt. This has to be done. I have no choice. I can’t allow her to take more foolish risks. I love her too much to lose her.

  “They would mount you, one after another,” he re-launched his verbal assault while Sexy thrust three times, dismounted, cleaned and climbed back on top of her. “Ramming their cocks into your pussy again and again, uncaring of your lack of pleasure, your feelings, who you were and what you think. They wouldn’t kiss you or caress you or speak to you.”

  She no longer struggled, lying passively against him, allowing the android’s abuse, and Vegas’ heart twisted. “They’d use your body in complete silence because you’re not a person to them, you’re a pussy and that’s all you are.”

  Vegas paused, the only sounds in the room the smacking of flesh against flesh and Raylee’s anguished pants. He forced himself to watch the android fuck his woman, to witness another cock pounding into her moist, hot pussy, his pain penance for his failure.

  I should have protected her better. I should have covered the trail. He breathed in her womanly scent. I won’t fail her again.

  “There would be no rest from their fucking.” He scrubbed all of the emotion from his voice. “When the Balazoid came, he would dismount your body and the next warrior would take his place. Sexy, switch.”

  Sexy pulled his cock out in mid-thrust and Vegas rolled Raylee onto her chest, relinquishing his hold. She didn’t try to escape, the fight having been fucked out of her, and the android restrained her using the same method, spreading Raylee’s thighs on top of his body.

  Her pussy was red and juicy. Her breasts heaved. “Vegas?” Raylee pleaded with him, her eyes covered with the sheen of unshed tears, her cheeks flushed.

  I won’t fail her.

  “They have no mercy, Raylee.” He drove into her pussy, pressing his lips together to keep himself from kissing her, comforting her. He found no joy in the fucking, the act cold and impersonal and empty.

  “You’d fuck hundreds of Balazoid warriors every day until you become pregnant.” While his mind rebelled at the harsh treatment, his body responded, his balls drawing up tight to his body.

  “And not one of them will know your name. They won’t know you sing while dressing in the morning or you see the outline of fantastical creatures hidden in a canopy of stars or that you care for a man named Vegas.” The back of his eyes burning, Vegas tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling. Damn. In all the years of Federation training, this just might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

  Raylee’s pussy tightened around his cock in a series of tiny hugs. Is she reassuring me, her abuser? My fuckin’ woman. Reluctant to stop her, he allowed her sensual embrace to push him over the edge.

  “Fuck, Raylee.” Vegas roared as he came, pouring his cum, his fears and his love into Raylee, finding absolution in her body. “Fuck.” He collapsed on top of her, a weakness no Balazoid warrior would ever succumb to. “Sexy, release the captain.”

  Raylee wrapped her arms around him, comforting him when she should be the one comforted. “Don’t ever do that again, Raylee. I can’t lose you. I can’t,” he murmured into the soft cushion of her chest, fear and rage and grief battling for supremacy.

  “I know. I know.” She stroked his back, her hands cool and soothing. “I was scared too. I knew if they took me, the
y might find you and dispose of your body, rendering you irrevocably dead.”

  “Didn’t you hear a word I said?” Vegas raised his head to glare at her. “They would have fucked you until you died.”

  “And I could bear it.” She cupped his face, her brown eyes earnest and sincere. “If you lived. Besides,” Raylee gave him a cheeky smile, “how much fucking could they possibly do before you arrived and split their tentacle-covered heads open? You would use that Federation training of yours to rescue me, right?”

  “I’d use everything I had and more.” Vegas brushed his lips against hers. “I’d search the vast expanses of space for you. I’d never give up. Never.” He licked over the salty tracks of her spilled tears, wishing to erase the damage he’d caused.

  “I’d die for you, Raylee,” he vowed fervently. “You are mine, mine to protect, mine to love.” He sighed. “You have to be more careful, though.” He kissed up her neck, following the blood pumping through her veins. “If only for my sanity.”

  He loves me. He worries about me. “I’ll be careful,” Raylee solemnly vowed, gazing into his startling blue eyes.

  Vegas pressed his mouth against hers, his touch warm and firm and reassuring after Sexy’s passionless fucking. The encounter had scared her, chilling her to a bone-deep cold, as there had been nothing she could have done to stop the continuous cycle of fucking and coming, her companion android possessing the ability to fuck for days with no relief. All of the control had rested with Vegas and, although he would never hurt her, he’d been so very angry with her and the situation.

  Even now, he impatiently stabbed the seam of her mouth with his tongue, and when Raylee parted her lips, Vegas immediately pried open the gap, invading her mouth, twisting and twining his tongue around hers, his flavor of meat, man and spice, cleansing the lingering aftertaste left by his hard usage. He caressed her neck with warm human hands, his weight pushing her further into Sexy’s motionless body, the android’s hard cock fitting between her ass cheeks, ready to be reactivated at any moment.

  On another evening, she would have suggested the android fuck her ass, while Vegas played with her pussy, but not tonight, not with her human lover moaning into her mouth, a low, deep, hurtful sound communicating his distress, extending a plea for comfort she couldn’t ignore. As Vegas kissed her, Raylee rubbed circles into his shoulders, his muscles tight and strained under her palms, a physical revelation of the price he paid for his graphic demonstration.

  He did it because he loves me, as I love him. Raylee arched toward him, rubbing her nipples against his defined chest. He protects me and I, in turn, will protect him, always. She gripped him tighter to her.

  Vegas pulled back, a half smile on his rugged face. “So beautiful.” He grazed his thumb over her bottom lip and she caught that wandering thumb, sucking it into her mouth, licking the salt off his skin. “Yet such a source of trouble.” His blue eyes glinted with the remnants of his anger.

  She reluctantly released his thumb. “I’ll be careful,” she repeated. “I won’t let the Balazoid warriors anger me again. I promise. I won’t risk your life just so I can tell them what a bunch of male chauvinistic asses they are. And they are, you know, Vegas. Looking at me like I’m a piece of meat. I—”

  “You were saying something about not letting them anger you again?” Vegas raised his eyebrows. He rested his hands on her shoulders, his fingers spread reassuringly over her skin.

  “I won’t,” Raylee promised sheepishly. “I can control my temper.” I hope.

  “You’d better.” He brushed his mouth over hers and cupped her small breasts, squeezing gently, his fingertips coarse on her soft flesh. “Because the Balazoids are unworthy of these.” He dragged his mouth down her throat, over her collarbone, hovering above her slight curves. “I’m unworthy of these.” He swiped his tongue back and forth, back and forth, close enough to send shivers of sensation to her sensitive nipples, yet too far to ease their ache.

  Raylee pushed her chest upward, greedy for more. “The Balazoids wouldn’t know what to do with them.”

  “I know what to do.” Vegas skimmed his thumbs over her nipples and she cried out, her pleasure intensified by the brevity of his touch.

  He smiled knowingly as he grazed her side with his rough fingers. “You were made for my hands, Raylee.” He swept the flat of his tongue around her breasts, circling first one and then the other, teasing her into a frenzy. “You were made for my mouth.” She kicked when he fastened his lips over her right nipple, sucking her flesh into his hot mouth, laving her taut peak with his wicked tongue.

  “Vegas.” He’s right. I’m made for his hands, his mouth. She held his head to her as he suckled noisily at her breast, pulling at her soul with each gulp. She threaded her fingers through his ink-black hair and caressed his scalp, moaning her encouragement, his tugs cascading down her body to swirl in her pussy. “Please,” she pleaded for more.

  He said nothing, his chin rubbing a trail of awareness across her skin, his mouth searching out and finding her left breast. “Yes.” She clutched him, pushing that neglected breast into his loving mouth. “Feed on me, Vegas. Devour me.”

  He licked and slurped and sucked until her skin was red and tender, her nipples elongated with the suction, her ass twitching with the itch in her pussy. With each wiggle and squirm, her puckered asshole rubbed against her android’s broad cock head, reminding her that she lay between two hard males, both willing and able to fuck her.

  When she thought she couldn’t take any more, that she’d explode under his skillful touch, Vegas released her breast to kiss and nibble lower, over her stomach, around her bellybutton, poking the indentation with his tongue.

  He placed a possessive palm over her mound, his fingertips dipping into her moisture, spreading her pussy lips, and Raylee gasped, guessing his intentions. “Vegas, I’m…” She was full of their combined juices, the inside of her thighs bathed with his cum.

  “You’re sore.” He grimaced, guilt reflected in his startling blue eyes. Raylee said nothing. She was too sore for fucking. “I know.” He hovered over her, examining her thoroughly, blowing air onto her battered pussy lips in the most loving of caresses. “I’ll soothe the pain I caused you, Raylee.”

  He descended upon her with a stimulating slowness and Raylee held her breath, anticipating his touch. Vegas slid his hands between her body and the android’s, cupping her ass, lifting her so she could better see her pussy. His tongue extended and Raylee’s world dimmed. She panted for contact. One flick and she screamed, clutching his arms, coming hard and fast, her pussy vibrating, hot, wet cream running along her ass crack, dripping onto Sexy’s hard cock.

  “Hmmm…” Vegas didn’t draw back. He hummed, his moving mouth drawing another series of post-orgasmic shudders as he inhaled her cream and his cum, his throat working with each swallow.

  A rumble originated low in Vegas’ chest, reminiscent of the noises she had programmed Sexy to make while he ate her out, and Raylee laughed, smacking his shoulder blades, wishing she’d seen his expression when Sexy first made that sound against his ass. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Raylee asked, enjoying that Vegas got her whacky brand of humor.

  He answered her by sliding his tongue deep into her pussy and fluttering that talented appendage, causing her to dig her fingernails into his shoulders and writhe on top of her companion android. “Vegas!” she cried out, her ass cheeks cradling Sexy’s hard cock.

  Vegas’ lips shone, covered with her juices. “Taste us.” He kissed her, the tangy flavor of both him and her coating his tongue, before lowering his head and consuming her some more, feeding his hearty appetite with her pussy, his hands on her thighs, holding her open.

  Raylee twisted and shook, her body pillaged by his skillful touch, thoughts of the Balazoid warriors, breeding farms and their impending dangerous mission vanishing. All she knew was his mouth on her flesh, his tongue inside her and the building need low in her pussy.

  Vegas stoked that need
to a fever pitch, and then, with her panting so hard her lungs burned, he calmly, with an aggravating thoroughness, nibbled back the skin concealing her throbbing clit, covered that pleasure button and sucked. Raylee released a long, loud siren of a wail, flying upward into his chest. He caught her, his warm hands holding her to him, as she convulsed, her world turning light and dark, light and dark, like the flicker of Ship’s lighting system during liftoff.

  She sagged, flopping down onto Sexy’s unmoving android body, his hard cock poking her ass. Raylee shifted and sighed with contentment as Vegas drew himself up her torso to settle on top of her, covering her like a warm human blanket. “I love you,” she whispered into his shoulder, her hands flat on his back.

  “Hmmm…” He nuzzled his neck and she felt the love in his touch.

  Chapter Six

  “You have three hours.” Vegas inserted the chip into Sexy’s circuit board of a cranium. “If it stays in longer, it will fry your wiring.” He flipped the android’s skull closed. “So return to Ship before then.”

  “Understood.” The word was drawn out, Sexy’s speech capabilities compromised by the adjustment.

  “You won’t be longer than that, will you?” Raylee stroked Vegas’ back. Ship shuddered and shook as they descended into the planet’s atmosphere.

  Vegas leaned back into her touch, savoring the connection before he continued with the preparations. He placed the canister in his holster and tightened the clasps, lowering the risk of it falling, cracking open and blowing him into the next galaxy.

  “If I haven’t returned in three hours, if neither of us have returned, you are to leave the solar system.” His voice was gruff, laden with emotion.

  She didn’t answer, dropping her gaze from his, plucking at a loose thread on his shirt.

  “Raylee,” he growled. My damn woman.

  Dark eyelashes framed brown eyes sparkling with protest. “What would you do in my place, Vegas?” Her chin jutted out and her bottom lip protruded, begging for a kiss. “Would you leave me behind?”