“I’ll wait. I will.” But he had to gulp in air then let it whoosh out slowly. The pleasure hit hard.
Her squeaks and desperate clasp on the dick in her ass gave Baz clues as to when to go slower. Gritting his teeth, he let Hoss get her more aroused – licking her clit and no doubt sucking her there too from her sobs and moans. She grew less tight, more giving.
With each relaxation, he took a little more of her.
Getting deep.
He gasped and stopped to look, felt a small gush of come from one cock – the ass one. At that, Ember broke down into an orgasm, jerking on Hoss’s face and clamping onto his cocks.
“Fuck. She just came.”
Hoss chuckled. “I noticed.”
“How ’bout.” Baz gulped, caught by the throb from his cocks. “You fuck her mouth this time.”
He pulled out, stepping back to let Hoss have some room, then had to shut his eyes to take in the sensations. Even pulling out made him spurt a little come. Still hard, he watched Hoss put Ember on the lounge – knees on the seat, her hands on the back, while he went around to the other side of the lounge and brought his cock to her mouth.
“Now.” Hoss smiled down at her. “Open up. We’re all going into every hole you own.”
Though she opened her mouth fast, Baz had already re-introduced his cocks to her other holes. He slid in a few inches then paused as she squirmed under him, alternating her whispered curses and breathy moans.
She put her head up higher and Hoss took hold to either side and shoved in. Maybe only a short distance due to his size but he was trying hard.
Baz grinned.
Her first gurgled breath was enough to spur him on.
Distracted by Hoss, she let him in. He watched his cocks do the disappearing act of the century, fucking her slowly in and out, then pistoning like only a cyborg could. It sounded as if they’d overwhelmed the girl.
Her hands clutched the lounge, Hoss’s body, anywhere, and she let them both ride her, thrusting in deep. The ass cock had auto-lubricated her, but the other wetness was him or her, or both maybe he thought, fascinated by the gush and the dribble down her legs.
Soon her silence and muscle tension, the extreme arch of her back, her trembling then clenching, it told him she was close to coming again. He helped her along with a hand on her clit, sure he could take her all the way to orgasm at the same time he did, wanting to hear her noises when he came.
“Almost there,” he blurted to Hoss. The orc nodded and fucked her mouth, his cock head slipping in as far as such a monstrous thing could go in a mere girl’s mouth.
For a second he watched them, then he drove in deep and hard. Once at depth, he shallow-fucked her and massaged her clit, watching her climb into coming, into a huge orgasm that made her scream around Hoss’s cock.
He thumped in three times and squirted, pulsed, poured into her with both cocks at the same time, sure the come was being sucked from his whole body, even his brain, for all he could see was black and his legs shook. He could feel her – her gripping him, spasming. He came and came, felt the wetness on her legs and back as he collapsed a little, his hand landing on the lounge back.
He jammed into her one last time, slapping in, taking himself that extra microscopic but fulfilling distance into her body.
Ember cough-spluttered then struggled to breathe and moan at the same time. Her eyes were closed. Hoss had released her and she slipped down until her head was buried next to a cushion on the lounge.
“I’m dead,” she whispered.
“Good.” Hoss snickered, wiped his face. “There. Punished.”
“Oh fuck,” she said, muffled by the pillow. One hand raised, wobbled, then dropped back to the seat. “Punish me any time.”
Baz flopped onto the seat beside her and stroked down her hair. “Perfect,” he said softly.
Chapter 31
They’d washed in the sea after sex, then found some airbeds and floated, while reminiscing about what had happened and where they were going next. It seemed simple to them. Ember wasn’t so certain.
“The starships out there. Salvage?” Baz had suggested. “We went past one just outside orbit above Omm also. Prime condition. Deserted. Spinning.”
But who could claim salvage without possibly being tainted by rumors of her involvement?
They needed a go-between.
“The money to be made is astronomical.” Again Baz had said that.
They’d bobbed on the aquamarine water, thought about it. They had days to think. Fish nibbled at her fingers.
“I have friends who will be willing to trade knowledge for money,” Baz added. Clearly he had a lot of friends into nefarious activities. “We give them the locations of ships and they will hand over a percentage.”
Done.
Except for the deer things.
None had broken legs. Fish had died but the deer had landed in water when the gravity came back on, or so she assumed,
A friend could be persuaded to transport them away...when they salvaged the world-sphere.
When.
“I can extend the life support long enough. A week enough?” Trailing her hand in the clear water, she’d said that.
Salvage would gift the three of them with a fresh start. Enough money to go where they wanted to go and do what they wanted to do.
The pseudo-night had fallen. It was cooler, dimmer, but not terribly so. To interrupt the cycles might confuse the deer, so she’d left it as it was.
She hoped they’d be content wherever this salvage operator sent them. He’d better be honest.
She must remember to tell him she was tracking the transport.
And that if he failed, bad things would happen.
She’d grown attached to the deer.
Nighttime, and she could never be happier than here, in the middle of a bed, under the stars...okay the fake stars, with her two males. Hoss was purring more than ever. Baz had her in his arms. One was laid over her. A little heavy but she’d take this any day over being alone and lonely.
Love. She had a family.
Ember smiled, and took a deep breath, feeling sleep coming.
Then Ig arrived, thumping onto her chest. She coughed and sat up, carefully shifting Baz’s arm.
Ig!
She’d wondered where he was.
The poor thing looked exhausted, droopy.
“Be back soon,” she signaled to the sleepy Baz when he opened an eye.
She carried Ig a few meters away, pleased that he was here and not lost. After all, she had sent him away. “We’re both alive. It’s all okay.”
He chirruped again, tucked his now slightly golden wings into his body, and then he synched with her.
The way he did when he had data. He appeared to have changed, his scales had a golden outline. He had grown larger and weighed more too.
Find stuff for me. Pretty data.
He had.
Ember raised her head, staring blindly upward, sorting through what he’d brought from the cybermonks library. He’d managed to travel that far and back. No wonder he was tired.
The cybermonks were assholes, she knew that already. And they watched orc-human-cyborg porn.
She laughed.
Ohimigod. Who would’ve thou –
And buried deep was evidence that decades ago they’d ordered CESS to destroy her world, her parents because...
Why?
Why had they done this? The question raged as she sorted deeper.
Nothing. Ig had not found that.
But they had known the Xatar would attack. They’d –
FUCK.
They’d given her a fertility drug.
Which.
Kindof.
Pleased her?
Well...
Well, well...
Thinking, she sauntered along the beach.
They’d forced her to lust after Hoss and Baz, and messed up Baz also. Forgivable maybe since she’d never change that. They obviously thought
they were little gods, orchestrators of the universe.
And they’d been the hand in the hand puppet of CESS.
Perhaps not every time CESS had acted, but that one time, they had.
“Come back to bed,” Hoss said quietly, his voice carrying.
“Soon.” She put her finger to her mouth. “You’ll wake Baz.”
Grumbling, Hoss settled.
Moonlight, manufactured moonlight, bathed the bed they’d brought down to the edge of the beach. White sheets and a quilt of stars and two massive males she loved.
She walked back, aware of her nakedness and the beauty of the scene, and she leaned over Hoss and exchanged a kiss with this brutally handsome orc.
“I’ll be in bed soon. Ig told me something and I have a little thing to do.”
A small thing, compared to what had happened.
He nodded, brushing her mouth with his fingertips.
She walked to where the tide washed her toes and sorted through the systems until she achieved what needed to be done.
Then she went back to bed with Ig, Baz, and Hoss, and she dreamed again of revenge.
Epilogue
When the signals came, the cybermonks were strolling through the outskirts of a small forest near Verd. The first orbital platform was yet to be resurrected, so this was a little late in reaching them. A drone happened upon a visual abnormality.
“Did we predict this?” asked Lightnyng. “I mean did we?”
“I told you I detected a creature in the library stacks.” Stryng smacked his red lips and wondered if they should be running for the vaults.
Above them the atmosphere boiled with the intrusion of a gigantic wedge carving through the clouds, severing air, casually slicing through kilometers of weather layers. Lightning branched from its edges, booming. Rain pattered past to dot the cybermonks’s heads.
A starship bigger than the moon of Omm was aimed at their location.
Erroar snarled. “It is the instrument of a vengeful angel. The hand of Fate.”
“Or a digit gone wrong in our Prediction,” Lightnyng contemplated. “Let us run.”
They ran for the entrance to the vaults beneath Verd.
“I know you don’t believe me,” Stryng said loudly over the sing of their wheeling legs. “But I found the facts about the creature in the data stacks. Deep inside. In a file lost for decades due to a misplaced number. It’s a probability dragon and we exterminated the people who birthed Ember because of their association with them. They were nasty.”
“Wait. Wait. Now you say this?” Lightnyng said absentmindedly. “Nasty does not compute.” He stared upward, for he’d halted to look at the pretty thing in the sky.
The starship loomed closer, blocking out the sun, scattering before its path a stream of screaming code that struck the monks and interfered with their logic processes, courtesy of a small program Ember had thought to add to the beacon at the bow of the ship.
Like metal statues the cybermonks remained halted and they looked above, and only one of them thought clearly enough to spool out a code to mess with Ember’s.
“Run,” muttered Stryng, scooting forward. “Run!” The vault entrance was just there.
But Lightnyng and Erroar stayed rooted to the spot for they were mesmerized, and slightly doomed.
A few million tons of starship coming down on their heads make most AI poop their pants.
* * * * *
Ember knew when it happened, or approximately so, though she was with her men. She was awake and wondering.
Was there anyone good out there? Was everyone who took power upon themselves evil? The monks? The Xatar. CESS. The list grew by the day.
The galaxy had never been more in peril.
It made her doubt. It made her think that perhaps it was time for someone to do something about it all.
“What do you think, Ig?” He’d found a vacant spot between the legs of Hoss and Baz, down the bottom of the bed.
Ig toddled up to her and burped fire, singeing the sheets. He nudged her for a pat.
“Yes, I agree.” Sometimes things just needed exterminating. “Hey. When did you learn to do that?”
“Whenever it was, you housetrain him. I don’t want my bed in flames.” Hoss rolled her to him and tucked her into his body. His solid biceps held her caged, and she sneaked her hand under his where it lay next to her breast. It made her feel safe. “Now, you’re done messing around?”
Ember smiled and sighed, then shut her eyes. “I’m done.”
More Dark Monster Fantasies will be released later in 2018
Due to readers asking for a Ledderik and Tiana story that book will likely be the next one.
Unfortunately Tiana may not survive to be Led’s partner due to the cruelty of the author.
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Also by Cari Silverwood
Dark Monster Fantasy
Prey
Steel
Squirm Files Series (spoofs of erotic romance and monster stories)
Squirm – virgin captive of the billionaire biker tentacle monster
Strum – virgin captive of the billionaire demon rock star monster
The Well-hung Gun – virgin captive of the billionaire were-squid gunslinger monster
The Machinery of Desire (post-apocalyptic star wars-esque series with kink, and dubcon/ noncon)
Acquired Possession
Claimed possession
Fated Possession – a novella first published in the Alien Alphas boxset
Branded Possession
The Steamwork Chronicles Series (similar to The Machinery of Desire series)
Iron Dominance
Lust Plague
Steel Dominance
Preyfinders Series (kinky scifi with dubcon)
Precious Sacrifice
Intimidator
Defiler
Preyfinders – The Trilogy boxset
Preyfinders Universe
Cyberella
When the Dark Wins – a dark anthology with 8 authors. No HEA. No romance.
Contains Used, a short story
Dark Hearts Trilogy (contemporary BDSM and dubcon/ noncon series)
(Dark kinky fiction)
Wicked Ways
Wicked Weapon
Wicked Hunt
Wolfe – a spin-off novel from the Dark Hearts trilogy
Dark Hearts trilogy collection – contains Wicked Ways, Wicked Weapon, Wicked Hunt
Nightmare Rising – a dark contemporary story written with Nicolette Hugo
Pierced Hearts Series (contemporary BDSM and dubcon/ noncon series)
Take me, Break me
Klaus – a novella
Bind and Keep me
Make me Yours Evermore
Seize me From Darkness
Yield
The Complete Pierced Hearts boxset – all six books
The Badass Brats Series (contemporary BDSM romances with Mff)
The Dom with a Safeword
The Dom on the Naugh
ty List
The Dom with the Perfect Brats
The Dom with the Clever Tongue
Cataclysm Blues Series
Cataclysm Blues
(A free kinky scifi novella)
Others
31 Flavors of Kink
Three Days of Dominance
Rough Surrender – a BDSM themed historical romance set in 1910
My Romance Curse (romcom)
Magience series (epic fantasy)
Magience
Needle Rain
Acknowledgements & Copyright
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Editor: Nerine Dorman
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Acknowledgements
Thank you to Emma and Janine! Again. They must be getting tired of me thanking them by now. Maybe I should stop. Hehehe. Truly, I’m so grateful for their encouragement. And always will be. Also thank you to Jody Rhoton for beta reading.
An extra special shout-out to my fans who followed me into this sweeter, more humorous niche of scifi romance.
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