STORM SLAVE: THE STORM PLANET SERIES: VOLUME THREE

by M. Garnet

  She had not shown fear and she offered him food. He found her actions strange and attractive. The attraction had grown. Fucking a female anywhere and anytime was not his problem. Becoming attached to a female, now that could become a real problem for a member of the Assassins League.

  Bogdan at last could make his way over to the female he wanted to see, to hold. He moved within walls, down cords and wires thick and thin. He balanced on beams, rafters and struts that had the dust from the time they had been built, since no one else could reach them.

  He made a couple of stops to pick up treats for Magda. When he was above where she worked and lived, he stopped to make sure he had control of his body. Her area in the weapons repair area was totally covered, but she left the door open.

  There were soldiers in front and they were on alert. No one was getting close to this entire area that housed a lot of explosives and weapons, not with the warnings of the Alert Notice now in place through out the city cave.

  He was pleased that Magda had hung a soft cloth over the doorway. This way, when the door was open, she got air movement and could hear anyone approaching, but no one could stare in as she worked on the small parts. She was repairing parts that went into damaged weapons.

  Her scent drifted to him and he now moved down, choosing an area a short distance away. He didn’t want to startle the guards. He nodded to them as he approached. They pulled to tight attention and he did the proper raise of his hand to acknowledge them.

  He moved through the curtain and carefully laid the soft gloves on the counter beside her. He watched her turn her head to look at the gloves. She turned to him with a smile.

  “Only you, sir, can enter my area without making a sound. It is so amazing.” She now picked up the gloves.

  “I can enter any area without a sound.” He spoke in a whisper and watched her carefully pull on the gloves. They were black in color and had padding in the palms, but the fingers ended at the first knuckle. This left the ends of her talented fingers bare in order to work.

  With fingers roughened from honest work, Magda turned and reached up under his hood to touch the face that all feared. “Thank you, what a wonderful gift.”

  Taking her wrist in his strong hand, he carefully held it. He watched her eyes carefully, as he drew her first finger into his mouth.

  There was a soft gasp, then a sigh. Magda’s thoughts were that this was so different from her memories of the evil touch of other males in her past. This was the plea from a male that offered her protection and softness and only what she would let him have from her.

  He felt her push her other hand up over his hand, expecting her to use it to pull both hands away. Instead, watching her eyes, he felt his whole body tighten in need, as she offered the first finger of her other hand against his lips. His cock came to full attention at the small, shy smile on her soft lips.

  His strange friendship with a miss-used female was changing from an interested friend to something so much deeper.

  “Magda…” he started, but both wet fingers pressed against his lips, stopping his speech.

  “No words, not this time.” She looked up at him with those eyes of a soft wild animal, no longer frightened. He took a moment to think and he nodded. He lifted her carefully to put her on her neat workbench.

  Going to the entry, he reached through the curtain and pulled the heavy door closed. Due to the explosives in the area, this door was thick, to contain and protect. Next he went to the lighting controls, turning most of the floating lights off and taking the one on the bench down low to make the room into soft and dim.

  He brought his second gift over next to her. It was a small cooling food container. He popped the top and pulled from it a large brown berry. He pushed it to her lips and she let him thrust the item into her mouth.

  Magda frowned first, then she groaned and swallowed with a grin. “Oh, that is so good. What is it?”

  He felt the unused muscles of his face also pull into a smile. “They are the berries from a special plant that grows within the ocean. Between the storms, fishermen know what season the plants produce the berries and allow them to let loose on the currents. I have been told that you can’t feel them, but that there are tiny seeds inside the berry. Eventually the berry will be eaten by fish and carried. The fish will discharge the unfelt seeds and if the mud is right and the time is right, the seed will take root to produce new plants.” With this long whispered discourse, he popped another berry into her mouth.

  When she rolled her eyes from the sweet taste, he lowered his mouth to hers. Carefully, not to surprise or frighten her, he touched his tongue to her lips to taste the fruit. It was a mistake, because it was not the fruit he wanted to taste.

  He took the kiss to the end he wanted. He used care, feeling the pulse in her neck with the fingers he had placed there to hold her gently. The blood movement at that important vein was fast, but it was not panic.

  Better still, she gave him the approval he wanted, as she opened her knees and put her gloved hands up around his neck. She was sitting back far enough that his straining cock didn’t reach what it wanted, as he deepened the kiss. The cold metal of the bench did nothing to satisfy his erection, as he pushed inward.

  Still, the full heat of her mouth was more than he had expected. Maybe because she was returning each thrust of his tongue with hers.

  “Magda, I would love to take you to your rooms, yet I am afraid they have been damaged.” Using the influence he had, he was able to find her a very nice, small set of rooms on the outside walls of the cave. It was not far from where she had first worked, repairing the small items needed for the ships.

  For Magda, they had been heaven. Privacy so important, she wouldn’t even allow the cleaners or deliveries inside. It was her own exclusive area that even the Assassin asked permission, before entering.

  She leaned into his strong chest knowing he was right, as the area leading up to that side of the cave had suffered heavy damage. It had been closed off with signs marking it off limits. She had been staying here, in this room since the Assassin had told the soldiers she was assigned to this repair room. Even with all the dangerous items, it was a safe place. This strong male had found her the first private place, when the war started he found her this second safe place.

  Here he was, bringing the best of presents. Not silly jewels or clothes that she had seen among the lovers over the years. He brought her what he knew she would accept and appreciate, because he knew her.

  She shivered in a pleasant way at his next whispered question.

  “How do we get these clothes from your body?”

  She answered with the same shy smile. “The same way you get out of all those black items you wear.” Now she felt him shiver. This great killer and protector of the Royal Queen wanted her body in a soft needful way. Magda let go of his neck and reached for the magnetic clasps on her one-piece suit.

  For a male with his talents, he had her undressed and his clothing gone instantly, including weapons and boots. Due to his height, she was at just the correct position, as she sat on the high cold workbench.

  He had this deep need to make it all good for her. He never wanted so much to give to a female as much pleasure, as he wanted to give to this abused female.

  “I would have preferred a soft bed and piles of pillows for us, but I can’t wait.” His eyes had a glow and she felt not the metal touch of the bench, but a heat that rolled off of him. It seemed to seep into every part of her body.

  She thought she wanted to draw back, but suddenly her arms were tighter around his neck. She was so tight in his arms, as he pulled her against him and she felt the full height of his erection against her stomach. It was hot, strong, and it aroused her, so much that she pushed against him harder than he was holding her.

  She knew inside her brain from her past experiences, that this was wrong, but her body didn’t agree. She didn’t want to think. She hadn’t been excited by sex from the few times she had been raped, so wou
ld this be any different? Except for the excitement of being with a super being?

  This was happening so fast. Good she didn’t have to think, no time to think. The pull of his eyes that were changing from green to blue that had haunted her dreams. She waited for him to mount her, but he pushed her knees apart and slid his hands slowly up the inside of her thighs.

  The shock was the heat of those hands. She could feel her muscles working in response and blood rushing to the surface. She tried to move, but he looked at her and shook his head no. He lowered his head and she felt the trail of his tongue, following one hand down the inside of a thigh until it got to the crease where the leg met her body and he slid out his hot tongue to taste her.

  She let out a moan, as a halo of pleasure surged up from the touch on her flesh. She tried to push her hips up, but he held her to the edge of the bench, as he removed his lips. Suddenly he moved his hand, as he was seeking the lips that he wanted. He found what he was looking for, a tiny nub that was already swollen, ready for attention. She threw her head back and tried to draw in enough air so she wouldn’t faint.

  He placed his lips on the nub, sucked as she rocked in pain and pleasure. He reached up and pushed her back to expose her breasts. His eyes locked on the pink tips, tight and upright, begging for attention. He took one in his fingers and rolled it lightly, as he continued to draw that tiny nub into his mouth. He watched the muscles in her stomach clench, as she rolled through one orgasm after another.

  He licked this female’s core and continued licking, moving up. He rose as he looked at her. He was so ready, as the erection pointed forward. He had to take a moment to look at what he had created. She was so beautiful in all the sexual wantonness. Her legs were wide and moisture seeping, her breasts blushing. Her nipples were topped with tight buds, a deep pink from his attention. Her eyes glazed unseeing, but her mouth open with her tongue running over, again and again, on the lower lip that begged to be bruised. Her arms were behind her, holding herself upright on the bench.

  “Magda look at me.”

  She heard the voice. It was the whispering one that she had to obey. She had no choice. She had never felt like this, all melted butter inside. She saw his manhood. He leaned down and pulled her hips up, putting the tip against her wet warm entrance. God, it was so large, but he started pushing it in, it felt so good, it filled her, filled her more and filled her complete. She gripped it with her muscles and saw the surprise on his face. So Assassins could feel. She smiled and he saw her, so he pulled back and pushed all the way in. She moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. He leaned forward and took that mouth. He pumped hard and kissed her hard, taking his tongue deep into her warm sweet mouth. He drew her tongue in his mouth and he let her taste him.

  Bogdan felt himself build up and he rose as he moved within her, letting the rough hair on his body move against her open lips and sore clitoris that immediately responded. They both came together, over some brink that was all black and all color.

  He stood slowly pulling out, but not moving away, not breaking contact. He realized that he could never let her go.

  At last he looked around for something to clean with, seeing a small pail and pan with clean rags at one end of the bench. She was weak and listless.

  “Stay still, my love. Let me clean us up and get us presentable, for our world is still outside that door.” He looked in the direction of the curtain and closed metal door.

  Magda felt like she wanted to never move. She wanted to sleep. But she was afraid, afraid for him and what that world held for him. She rocked and pulled her legs together as he handed her clothes. She felt sore muscles all over. Sore in places she hadn’t been sore in a good way that she could remember. She smiled, perhaps not quite shy.

  Dressed again in the black robe of the Assassin he turned to her.

  “I wonder if you could help me?” He never talked above that whisper.

  Standing near the area she had set aside for her cleaning, she had her bowl of brown berries. She also had her gloves, wondering if it would be okay to put them back on again. But at his question she turned in surprise. “I will do anything for you, no matter the difficulty.”

  “No sweet one. Just tell me. I need a very small hand weapon for a female. It must be a hand weapon that she could carry and maybe kill with, if necessary to protect herself. I need it to be small enough to hide on her person. What do you suggest?”

  Nodding, Magda moved slowly down the bench to where her cot was stored underneath. She knelt down on her heels and pulled one of the cot legs loose. Magda shook it and a small round metal object fell into her hand. She proffered it to him in her open palm.

  Bogdan took a short time to first look at it. He picked it up from her warm hand. It was obvious and brilliant. The round center was a holder of a small Thread for power. Gripping it hard would make it fire a power shot and a small black exit point, not much larger than his smallest finger was the point where the incapacitating volt would take out a foe.

  “Did you make this?”

  Magda looked around and over at the bench, covered with many slots of parts. “I made it from left over and discarded pieces. I did not steal anything.”

  “If I take this one, how soon can you make another one?”

  She looked up in surprise. “Is it important?”

  “I need this for a special friend of the Heir. But I don’t like leaving you without protection. There is a killer loose in the city. It is my need that you have a weapon also.”

  Now her shy smile was back. “Then I can build another one by tomorrow. Especially since I have such gloves to protect my hands and great fruit to give me strength.”

  Bogdan pulled her to him for one more taste of that mouth. “I will check on your new weapon tomorrow.”

  He left the door open with the curtain down to give her the privacy she requested. Bogdan looked around for a beam to begin to climb when one of the guards turned and approached him.

  “Excuse me sir, but there is a general notice on the Military Com that the Royal Son would like to contact you.” The guard actually bowed as he passed on the message.

  “Thank you soldier. I will go to him immediately.”

  The soldier watched in amazement, as the Assassin disappeared into the darkness above. He also wondered how the male might know where to go in this large cavern city to find the Royal Heir? He would have a good story to tell tonight at main meal.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Gifts of War….

  For those who knew this city, it wasn’t hard to find the Royal Heir. Just look for crowds around a circle. He drew a crowd wherever he went, yet they couldn’t approach him. There was a ring of soldiers, inside that a ring of Royal Guards and now there were some of the special black uniformed Elite Guards of the Commander.

  No one minded or complained. This planet was at war. They were just grateful to see this beautiful leader out and about, taking care of all of the needs to keep the government running.

  The Assassin chose to sit back and just observe, even though the Heir had requested his presence. Right now there was some interesting ceremonies taking place on the landing floor near the exit force field.

  On the floor, except for those fascinated civilians surrounding the Heir, as he walked slowly forward, there had also been a march of some aliens being escorted to a couple of ships.

  The first emissaries out had been a group from a couple of governments that grouped together to give the impression that they were among friends. The local civilians saw them as overdressed. They were covered in expensive clothes that had jewels from many different planets sewn in patterns. They had servants carrying their luggage and even these individuals had special fancy clothes.

  Most of the locals sneered, knowing such fancy items would not last long on this storm planet. This was a planet that had workers, not servants. Among the onlookers, the whispers were that the servants might even be slaves. On GigasVnee there weren’t slaves except for one. That one had be
en raised to the highest point in the government.

  Military guards surrounded this group of emissaries as they were marched out across the multistoried landing area. There was an aisle formed by other guards with locals looking over the guards’ shoulders. This allowed their march to the exit ships to be safe.

  Still there were comments from the group of off-worlders.

  “You would think they would offer us transport seats over such a large area.”

  “They want us to see the inside of this towering hanger.”

  “Well, it is impressive.”

  “True, and they are not short on power.”

  “Hmm, I wonder if they might let us have a handful of Threads as going away gifts.”

  “Don’t be obvious, but if you look over there, I see a pile of them. Have any of you ever seen a pile of power like that?”

  “Humph. Show offs.”

  This particular group at last reached their destination. It was a small skip ship, belonging to the Federated Military that had been allowed through the barricade to bring the emissaries down for the negotiations. They carried special codes, so no one would fire on them as they leave the planet.

  The off-worlders were loaded and the small ship was moved to the edge of the force field. It waited, because there was a second skip ship. This was the one waiting for the priests who represented the Senior Omega Priest who led several worlds in a religion that had no name and worshiped Gods that had no names.

  Their religion was so strict and according to them, so pure one did not need the names in order to commune with the Gods. It was why they felt it was their purpose to accept everyone else into their religion. Sometimes it took a little hard convincing to get some individuals into their circle. It was this point that caused a division with the Amalgamated Federation.

  This war, that all those involved claimed was not a war, had put those involved in the barricade on the truly black list of the Federated Military. They had all better hope they didn’t need to call on that trained group for help in the future.