by Mima
“Grady. Look at me.” She kept her voice quiet. He looked up and met her gaze in the mirror again. The intensity of his eyes softened.
“Grady, my name is Malla, and I am here for you. Use me. I will not fail you or Vel.”
Neither breathed as her promise passed between them, settled into them. He held her eyes as both of his huge hands engulfed her hips. His hips pressed forward while he held her still. She braced herself on her arms and struggled to hold her eyes to his.
He pressed in steadily, his crown tightly digging through her clenching channel, and he seemed to never stop. Pushing until the broad flare of his cockhead slipped past her burning pussy lips, he pushed until his length registered on her tummy, pushed until his flesh could be nothing but an intrusion deep, deep, deep. He hit the end of her, stopped, breathed. She took the time to breathe as well. He adjusted his stance between her legs, steadied his bent knees, shifted his fingers anchored in her cushioning hips.
Then he turned his head and looked down at her ass. His eyes narrowed as his lips parted. Her cheeks flattened against his hips. They were so tightly together, his strong thighs melded to hers. Then he picked her up slightly, so that she was up on her toes, and rammed her body back while he jabbed his hips in. Her breasts bounced, and she gasped, clamping on him as hard as she could inside. Her body absorbed the shock, the wonder, of Grady’s flesh in her body.
“Again, please,” she whispered.
He obliged. A pull, a tuck, and a jab. Her nipples throbbed, her hands curled into fists.
She tightened her inner muscles as hard as she could, pleasure ripping through her body.
“Spirit, fuck, yes.”
“Grady, again.”
He straightened his knees, lifting her off her feet. Her hips pinched from his grip, and his dick drove in at a steeper angle, and her weight hung from her vagina. Her legs kicked once, then she went wild, clambering up onto the counter, getting her knees up and her thighs spread wide, her shoulders rammed into the wall, her neck bent as her head was crushed to the side.
The discomfort of her folded body on the too small counter barely registered against the spiraling, tightening bomb winding inside her. He was digging in short bursts, thick and long, with plenty for her to grip. He pressed on flesh high inside her, and her clit throbbed.
He ground her back against him and she shoved on the wall with all her might, sealing them together.
He was grunting, long and low, and she knew he was close. She reached up onto the wall in front of her, her hand splayed out, her breath fogging the mirror over her lower face.
She tightened, and shoved, and he shoved, and circled.
With a lunge, his hand slipped from her hip, up under her cheek, and burrowed past his balls. His eyes met hers in the mirror as his fingers gripped her clit in a slippery pinch.
Both of them froze, immobile, eyes locked brown to blue. They came in absolute silence. After the first lightning strike detonated through her body, the need to breathe overrode the moment and both of them gasped, moaning, shaking. His hand left her clit to slap onto the mirror next to hers as his body lunged uncontrollably against her ass. Her core was a tight, roiling ball of pleasure, and heat exploded in waves through her crushed arms and legs. The feel of his thickness still sliding through the spasming pleasure became an unbearable joy and torment.
He was taut, a glorious pale wall of strength welded to her. His hips were hidden behind the line of her back, but she could feel them flat against her ass, and his length buried deep, becoming part of her spine. He closed his eyes, and she loosened the lid on her inner well, sending cascading waves of intangible human energy through her body. He cried out, a hoarse, rough sound of pained pleasure, and then he pulled on her energy, drinking.
She went off again, staring at the size difference between their side-by-side hands. Her body was folded tight and the arch of her foot cramped, but it didn’t matter. Pleasure rode her spine so that her head fell forward to rest against the mirror. He pulled and pulled at her, his breath groaning roughly, and she reveled again in the realization that this was real. She was feeding her man. He was wounded. He was beautiful and she wanted him whole.
She knocked the lid back on her well, the inner core where she imagined her energy pooling. All people gave off energy when they came. Servers tapped into a deeper pool, allowing Luo to access more abilities than most humans. Elite servers contained even more.
One human feeding a Luo risked a heart attack. Three non-servers could safely feed one Luo for a day. One server could feed one healthy Luo for three days, but needed a day of rest afterward. Malla had once fed six Luo and hadn’t even been strained. The cover sitting half over the circular well of her energy created a crescent of Spirit light in her inner eye, pulsing from the triggering waves of her orgasm.
Grady folded down over her back, his breath warm as it fell on her neck. “Malla!”
Hearing him call her name for the first time, after the simple, powerfully pure joining, set her off again. She sighed, and rippled, pressing back against him, his sweaty chest setting to her back like a brand. It was so sweet, so easy. She let her energy flow, and he drank.
Leaning down to surround her, he gathered her up, awkwardly, her arms and legs
every which way, then collapsed against the back wall. His dick fell from her, its swollen head leaving her reluctant lips with a wash of their cream. They sighed in unison. His legs trembled, and he slid down the wall, still holding her tight to his front. He gathered her in his massive arms, his biceps as big as her face, and cradled her between his thighs. She kept the energy flowing as the orgasm faded from her skin. He drank and drank and drank.
They sat there, cooling, sticky, sated, her clinging to one of his knees and one wrist, him caging her gently, relentlessly, the same way he’d taken her. She laid her head back on his collarbone. His lips feathered over her temple. He drank and drank.
Eventually, their breathing steadied in sync, and he rocked her slightly to the beat of their hearts. Here, now, and forever going forward, Grady would only be comfortable, safe, soothing. He drank, and she got sleepy. This had never happened to her before. None of the people she’d trained with, not even the Luo, had ever come close to bringing her to this point. But she wasn’t worried. She wasn’t even close to crashing. She’d just been a little frazzled, and it had been at least a week since she’d had sex, and it was so good to keep the energy flowing.
Her head lolled gently now, as he rocked them. “Grady?”
“Yeah.” His voice was scratchy. She felt him swallow.
“I’m gonna sleep now, okay?”
He stilled. “You are?”
“It’s okay, Grady. I’m fine. Not even close. Take as much as you need. It’s such a relief to finally let it out.”
He adjusted his grip, one hand curling around her breast, covering it entirely. “We’re your first team.”
“Yeah. I’m lucky like that.”
She wasn’t quite gone to the darkness when she heard him say, “I think we’re the lucky ones.”
Chapter Three
“Lady.”
“Hmmphf.”
“Lady Malla.”
“Hunnh?”
“Malla.”
She was utterly warm, and perfectly lax. The bed under her was that perfect cross between support and softness, and something warm and silky covered her. She was nude, and it was dark. Only one muted, golden light glowed on a console across the room. She didn’t know where she was, but she knew she was with her Team. She was safe.
“Lady Malla.”
She stretched, pointing her toes, curling her arms up around her head. “Hmmm?”
Now that she was awake, the pestering voice fell silent.
She blinked at the silhouette of huge shoulders, the shaggy head. “Kor?”
He remained still.
“Did something happen?”
He let out a shuddering breath. “No.”
Malla lay in
the dark, strange bed, and considered the person perched near her thigh.
Mentally checking her energy status, she licked her lips to hide her grin. Poor baby. This one was the youngest on the team. This one was a bad boy. He liked it raw, and he liked it often.
Three days without drinking wouldn’t be something he was used to. She shifted one leg, bending the knee in such a way her cover slithered off one breast. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, the position arching her back. The covers fell to her ribs.
“You woke me up.”
Another shaky breath. “Yeah.”
Curling one hand up from the bed, she feathered her fingers along the edge of one bulging breast.
“You wanted to meet me?”
He choked, biting out, “Yes.”
“Ah.” She moved her legs restlessly again, sweeping up and out so the covers were pulled down low on her belly.
“Well, I think you must know by now, Kor, that I’m your new server. An Elite.”
He stayed silent, but she heard him breathing.
She pulled her heels up to her ass, splayed her knees wide. The sheet pulled tight for a moment between her legs, then billowed gently down.
“Kor, you can fuck me as hard as you want, and I’d be able to get up from this bed and go straight into a full ritual for Vel. Nothing you could take from me would stop me from healing the whole team.”
She waited, but he remained motionless, silent. She kept stroking the sensitive side of her breast, both nipples beading. She didn’t feel entirely sloppy between her legs and guessed Grady had washed her. But she was definitely wet, and she could smell sex.
“Kor. Are you nude?” She could make out that he was topless, but wasn’t sure about his lower half.
“Yeah.”
“Then pull down this sheet and take me. Drink straight from my cunt if you want to.
As much as you want. I took care of Grady already and I’m totally fine.”
He stood abruptly. “Shon’s on duty. I’m not even wounded. Vel will need so much --”
Voice hardening, heart pounding, she said, “Kor. I want you in my body. However you want, but I want you in me now.”
He ripped the cover away and was between her thighs, shoving his face hard against her. Her skin rippled in shock from the heat of him, the strength pinning her legs, the pressure and sudden, spiking pleasure. Damn. He could really deliver.
His teeth caught her clit, his hands wrapped hard up around her thighs from beneath.
His mouth closed on her vagina, and he moaned, burrowing his face in harder as he began to suck. Between pulls, he spoke. “Keep talking. I’m going to fuck you, and I need to know it’s okay. Tell me.” His tongue traced where his teeth met her folds, and then began to flick at her hole.
“Ah, Kor. I love it. Suck hard.”
She let herself fall back off her elbows, reaching to grab her knees and pull them up and out, putting her feet on his incredible shoulders.
“Give me that hot tongue, Kor. I want it deep. As soon as you send me over, I’ll gush cum and feed you good.”
He grunted, and his tongue tunneled into the folds of her vagina. Malla rocked her hips up into his face, moaning hard.
“I love your teeth, Kor. I love the sharp and the soft at the same time.”
He moved his hands under her ass, kneading her cheeks, lifting her hips higher.
“Oh, yeah. You know Shon’s going to want it there. Get me ready. Give me something in my ass, Kor.”
She loved talking during sex. It was so freeing. And it was empowering when her
partner actually listened. Kor twisted his head and licked three fingers, and then with absolutely no fanfare, drove one straight up into her.
“Ahhh! Yeah, that’s what I wanted. Now give me another and more tongue!”
He obliged. This time, he had to work and wiggle a bit to get two in her ass. His tongue stretched deep and worked inside her vagina. She tried to hold onto it, clamping from within, but it was too slippery, too soft. She moaned, shifting her hips, tossing her head. Oh, the fullness in her ass and the wiggling in her cunt and the press of teeth against her clit. Oh, it was building up so fast. Oh, oh, oh --
He stopped. “Malla?” His hot breath panted over her sensitized folds.
“Kor, I’m gonna go. I’m gonna come all over your face. I just need” -- she gasped as he pumped his hand in her ass in a brutally fast thrust -- “just need a bit more. Something more.
Give me just a little bit -- Ahhhhh!”
His lips kissed her clit, firm and steady. He pulled out his fingers until just the tips were tucked in her tiny hole. Then he twisted them, pumped them deep into her ass, scissored them wide, and used his full strength, his arm knocking her hips up against his mouth with every stroke as he continued to pound them into her. The pressure of his lips spiked her with light every time the heat of his hand went stingingly deep.
“Ahhh! Ahhh!”
His teeth were gone, and his tongue was everywhere in brutal, flat, hard licks. His face was slurping and grinding between her legs, his other hand holding her up under her tailbone. Her feet danced around on his shoulders as she tightened to a quivering ball.
He drove his hand into her ass hard, and sealed thick, soft lips around her clit. He sucked, wiggling and twisting his long fingers until her ass burned. He sucked again, and his thumb smoothed the rim of her vagina.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…”
Her vagina clamped, releasing cum in a hot wash that went down and coated his
knuckles against her ass. His lips sucked, batting her back up, and her orgasm washed from the tip of her head down her body in a wave. She noticed, finally, that her lid was still ajar on her inner well, and she knocked it open farther, sending a cascade of power into the body that was attached to hers.
Kor ripped his face from between her legs, his bared teeth a slash of white in the dim light. “Shit! Malla? Fuck, fuck, can I drink?”
She screamed it. “Yes!”
He pulled his hand from her ass, jackknifed up her body and stuffed his dick in her upturned hips with one brutal lunge.
Malla came again, bucking and writhing under the strong body, grabbing his hips with her ankles, wrapping her hands around his shoulders. “Kor!”
He pounded onto her body, a pistoning, slapping, passionate frenzy that took her breath away. She covered him in her power, and finally, he took it. He yanked it, and stuffed it inside himself, chugging her light with sloppy pulls. It was without finesse but with infinite gusto. He was silent above her, aside from grunting breaths. She opened her lid a bit farther, and her power overwhelmed him. He fell on her, clutching her head, her shoulders, as he drove his hips into her cradle and sealed himself there.
“Yes!” Her writhing body went rigid. The last of the brutal, sudden orgasms faded in a shimmer of heat.
She wrapped her arms around his head, cradling his face where it pressed into her neck. She became aware he was crying. He wasn’t pulling on her power anymore, and she slowly withdrew it. Compared to what Grady had taken, he’d barely sipped her.
“Shhhh…shhhh.” His hair was damp against her fingers as she soothed him. His hips finished trembling against hers and his thighs finally relaxed. She held him tight, glorying in his hard, heavy weight. His fingers left a bruise on her shoulder, and his hand pulled her hair.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely against her neck.
She simply held him tighter. Eventually, he lifted his face from her skin, and she softened her grip. He lifted himself onto his arms, lightening his considerable weight from her lungs. He pulled up on his hips, and slipped from her. He stood, and gathered his clothes.
“Where are you going?”
He stopped, dropping the boots and clothes. “I --” He ran a hand through his mop of hair. “I don’t know.”
Malla stood, stretched, hummed to feel their cum drip down her thigh. She went to the controls and put the lights on half. Looking
over her new lover, she decided he wasn’t just playing at being a bad boy because he was young. This one would likely be a bad boy all his life. But he had a secret, soft inside. No one wanted to be bad all the time.
“Why are you sorry?”
His face was handsome in a way that would win him a contract with high-fashion
houses. It was unique and sculpted and sexy and brooding, but not traditional. He had light brown hair and changeable hazel eyes. They’d been green in his file picture but looked gold now.
“I invited you in. It was sudden and rough and really hot. I’m fine. My power isn’t even dented.” Grady had actually dented it, for the first time ever, but she’d recovered with her sleep. Now, despite feeding Kor’s weakened state, she was empowered, ready to roll.
“I was weak. The others need you more. I hadn’t even met you, and you were sleeping.
All I could think about was the hunger. Spirit, I don’t know how Shon does it, always holding back. It’s this haunting pressure, like you’re going to lose yourself at any moment. I was selfish, and I promise you, I’ll make it up to you. I’m not like that all the time.”
Malla walked up to him. She traced the smoothness of his clenched jaw. He’d shaved for her.” Kor, I’m not here on temporary assignment. I’ve signed on for a month’s trial, and I intend to stay. I’m going to serve all the members of this team. I’ll serve you in bed, and I’ll befriend you out of it.”
He looked young, and guilty, and miserable. “As your friend, I’ll tell you that I don’t believe the man who sacrificed himself for his team in Shi Li Chu is selfish. I don’t think you’d have come near me if you hadn’t known I was Elite. You weren’t sure just what an Elite could do, and you wanted reassurance, and I gave it to you. Eventually, you trusted me to be truthful and believed me and we had a fine, fine time.” She grinned, and cupped her breasts gently. Shivered, to show him she still felt good.
“As for making it up to me, I think once you forgive yourself for being afraid of your hunger, you’ll realize I was actually the one in the pilot’s chair tonight. I wanted it wild and I enjoyed it.”
Her gaze wandered all over his fascinating hollows and swells of muscle as she
