by Lynnea Lee
Vore spanked her hard again and pushed her chest down.
“Did I say you can move?” He grabbed her ass hard, digging his fingers in her flesh.
But a body moved to stand next to them, and after a few quiet words, Vore lifted her and moved her a few feet to the side. Lettie now draped over the desk rather than the console. It seemed someone was worried about them damaging the screen. No matter, the info tab was already in place. Lettie stifled a knowing giggle.
The interruption took her out of the moment, and she realized that not only did they have a live audience, but Arus and Mia were also listening back at the inn. She lifted her head to look behind her to find Vore opening the front of his pants. He gave her a smoldering look.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he mouthed at her.
She felt a rush of excitement. He grabbed himself in one hand, and Lettie followed his hand to his cock. Had it always been this massive? She looked back up at his face, and when their eyes met, everything else dropped away. The audience, the communicator in her ear, the info tab secretly stealing information, they all fell from her mind. All that existed in her world was the two of them.
Vore pushed her upper body back down onto the table, then trailed a hand down her spine, making her shiver. Passing it under her belly, he lifted so that her ass was up in the air.
“Beautiful.”
He reached around to rub at her clit as he moved the head of his cock against the seam of her lower lips and it slid on her juices. Lettie moaned, unable to stop the sound from escaping.
Vore pushed forward, breaching her with the broad head of his cock. He rocked a few times before thrusting forward hard while holding her hips in place. Lettie screamed as he filled her to capacity, hitting the back of her channel. The feeling was too intense, and instinctively, she reached a hand behind her and tried to push him away. Instead of giving her respite, he started thrusting into her with a punishing rhythm.
“Ah, yeah.” Lettie heard his voice through her screaming even though it was only a barely audible growl. “So good.”
He held onto her hips as he fucked her from behind, occasionally peppering her ass with slaps. Lettie felt the mingling of pleasure and pain build deep inside.
He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head, turning it to the side.
“Look at yourself in the mirror.” They were next to a large mirror. “Look at yourself.”
She obeyed his order, unable to do anything else. The woman in the mirror was flushed and sweaty. Her eyes were glazed over, and her mouth was open as she panted. Lettie barely recognized herself. Vore stood behind her, all strong muscles and dominating presence.
A few feet from her, Neyala was bent over the table, much like Lettie herself. And like Vore, Jotah stood behind her. It was all very unreal.
“You like being my little whore, don’t you?” Vore continued to pummel into her.
Vore’s words were crude and wrong, and she shouldn’t enjoy them, but she did. She reveled in them. Lettie heard loud and clear the powerful emotions and meaning behind the offensive words.
In the background, Lettie saw the faces of the party-goers. And while some were watching them, watching her, most were lost in their own sexual activities.
“You are my little whore, Lettie. Forever. You are perfect under me. I’m never giving you up.” He released her hair and reached down between her legs. Changing his position to get a better angle, he stroked into her as he pressed down onto her clit.
Lettie’s mouth hung open in a silent scream. The face in the mirror froze in the throes of ultimate pleasure, lids heavy and face flushed. No sound came out, but a white-hot light blinded her as the world exploded around them. A roar replaced the silence, and Vore joined her in ecstasy.
Sometime later, she found herself sobbing and shaking in Vore’s arms. He had wrapped her in her dragus fur. He sat on one of the couches, chatting casually with Kean. How could he be so casual after what they had just shared? Realizing that she was aware and looking around, Vore squeezed her arm.
Arus’s voice sounded in her ear. “We got the info. Garen was in Jotah’s dungeon, but they transferred him out into a Dominion prison a few days ago. And now we know that Jotah is still loyal to the Dominion despite retiring out here. Get that info tab back out of the console before someone detects it.” Arus! Lettie had forgotten entirely about the communicator. She had completely forgotten about their mission. She felt like a total amateur.
“Will you watch her for a second, Kean. I think I see one of her clips where I first bent her over. The gems are from the Foyen Mines. It would be a shame to lose one of the pair.”
Vore transferred her over to the terrifying Tallean drug lord’s lap. Lettie froze.
“Calm, female.” Kean kept an arm around her. “I can scent your sudden fear. I will not harm you.”
Lettie reached up to her hair, and sure enough, only one of the bejeweled clips remained in the mess of tangles. She unclipped it and finger-combed through her hair, glad to have something to do to distract herself.
Vore was by the console now. He reached down to the floor and picked up the missing clip, while bracing himself with the other hand at the back of the terminal, right where the info slot had been. Had Vore planned this ahead of time? Lettie was sure he had. Somehow, during all the excitement, he had dropped one of her hair clips so that he would have a chance to retrieve the info tab. Lettie realized just how much of a professional Vore was and was instantly turned on again.
Kean growled and sniffed at her. Under her ass, Lettie felt Kean’s erection. Crap! She tried to shuffle off his lap, but Kean held her in place and laughed.
“I see the appeal. I wonder if Vore will be willing to share. Word is he shared plenty with Arus.”
Lettie looked up, desperately seeking Vore out. Another guest had pulled him aside for a quick conversation.
“I believe Vore asked me to watch you, I can’t let you go running off now, can I?” Strong hands gripped her hips and held her in place. “You are a screamer. Would you like me to make you scream?”
She shook her head. Actually, her whole body shook, but that wasn’t on purpose.
Thankfully, Vore returned. He sniffed.
“She tends to mix her fear and arousal. Very tempting, I know. But she’s too new for me to share just yet.”
“Too bad. But I understand. Maybe next time.”
Vore pushed the hair out of her face and clipped it up with the matching clip. Then he pulled her back onto his lap, and Lettie relaxed.
They had finished their mission, and the night wasn’t even half over. Lettie had slid back down to her spot between his legs and was resting her head against his thigh. She looked to be napping, but Vore knew she was awake and listening to everything going on around them. He was so proud of her. She was doing marvellously—notably, her positive reaction to sharing sex in front of an audience.
Vore had an exhibitionist streak and enjoyed an audience. He was glad he would be able to continue showing off with Lettie. The eyes on them said it all. They were an explosive couple and the envy of the party. She was loud, and Vore loved it.
As all Tallean males did, he felt possessive of his mate. He would kill any male who dared to take her from him. But that did not mean he would deny the world the beauty of her body. She was gorgeous, and the galaxy was decidedly a more beautiful place with her body on display. And even better if it was joined to his.
Some mated couples chose to seek sexual variety by spending time with another mated couple, and sometimes a male may share his mate with another male, but it was always done with a mate’s enjoyment in mind. If one of them did not enjoy sexual contact with another, that was the final word. A mated couple only needed each other to be happy, and anything extra was just that, extra. And a mate would never seek sexual pleasure without the other.
Vore understood that Lettie had a former lover who had done that to her. She would never have
a fear of that from him. He craved sexual variety, but it was something he planned to explore with her in the future, and only with her.
Before Arus had found Mia, Vore had often shared females with his friend. It was clear to Vore that Arus had no interest in sharing. Not yet, anyway. He understood. For now, Vore didn’t feel like sharing Lettie with anyone either, but the idea was viable in the future. They had their whole lives to explore.
Jotah came to join them with Neyala in his arms. The couple sat down on a large divan across the low platform. Neyala looked happy. Of course, she was. Jotah oozed wealth from every pore, and he was lavishing her with all the luxuries one could ask for.
“We are bringing out the good stuff. We have Kean here to thank for tonight’s indulgence.”
He placed a bejeweled box on the table, dug his hand into the box and produced a handful of transparent pods, each filled with liquid. Euphora.
Euphora was highly addictive, and Vore knew to only dabble lightly. Kean was known to produce a cleaner, less addictive version that had a better come down. It had put him on the map as the only worthy supplier.
The guests around the table reached for the pods, and Vore did as well, pocketing one for Arus. He was glad he had not imbibed too much in drink earlier in the night. Vore needed to have his wits about him if he was to sample Kean’s goods. He’d had run-ins with Kean’s brand of chemical pleasure before, and it was potent.
Kean reached into the box and pulled out a few smaller pods and handed one to Vore. He also gave them to any male who had a human female in his lap.
“One-eighth strength, for your humans. I started producing a weaker version when human females started accompanying big names to events.” Kean eyed Lettie. “I recommend halving the dose again for her. She is small, even for a human.”
Lettie, who had been pretending to sleep, lifted her head. She looked curious but tentative.
“Pocket the one in your hand. If you won’t share her, then let me enjoy this.” Kean took one of the smaller pods, twisted the top off to reveal the single-use injector. He emptied half of the liquid onto the table before reaching for Lettie.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
What the fuck was that thing? Lettie shrank back and tried to burrow into Vore’s body. By the conversation, Lettie knew it was a mind-altering substance of some kind. Jotah had said Kean had brought it to the party, and Kean was a big name drug dealer.
Vore’s hand on the top of hers calmed her. Lettie looked around the room and watched as one by one the Talleans twisted the cap off and applied the tip to their necks.
Vore picked up his own and dosed himself with a practiced motion. This was not his first rodeo.
From what she had gathered so far, Tallean culture did not have illegal drugs per se. All substances were legal somewhere. The only unlawful factor was how the chemicals were procured and where they were made. For example, Dominion considered all drugs sold by them to be legal, making any drugs made and sold by Kean illegal within their rule.
This was the reason why Kean’s product was considered illegal. Kean was based out of Vosthea, and Vosthea was technically owned by the Dominion, though how much control they had of it was questionable.
So, at least she would not be breaking any laws if she chose to imbibe. She laughed at herself. Why was she even worried about the legality of something when she was surrounded by sin and debauchery?
“Half of an eighth should be mild enough,” Vore assured her.
In her ear, Arus spoke. “It’s fine, Lettie. Vore will take care of you. It will look suspicious if either of you turns it down.”
She looked up at Vore, and then around at everyone else at the table. Everyone was dosing themselves or each other, including the slaves. Vore had not been kidding when he said that any slave brought to an event like this was most likely spoiled.
“I promise I will keep you safe. Turn your head.” He tilted her head down to lean against his thigh.
Kean leaned in and applied the tip of the pod to her neck. A barely audible hiss, and it was done. Lettie couldn’t help but notice the predatory look in Kean’s eyes as he watched her. On the other side of Kean, Ulrek smiled at her, and she felt like a deer caught in headlights. She had a moment of panic. What had she done? Now was not the time to try anything new.
“Calm.” Vore stroked her head, and Lettie closed her eyes as a feeling of contentment rushed over her.
“I love watching the feeling of bliss as it crosses their faces.” It was Kean who spoke.
She stared up at him, and he didn’t seem so scary anymore.
Finding her voice, she asked. “But none for yourself?”
“I’m surrounded by Euphora at all times, it is dangerous for me to use it.” He looked pensive. “But it doesn’t hurt to use occasionally.” He picked up a pod, twisted it, and applied it to his neck.
Arus spoke into their communicator. “Good. Loosen him up and pry him for info. Since we are finished with our mission, let’s hunt our own intel. I want to know what project he is working on that he was interested in me for.”
Kean leaned down to face Lettie. “Watch my face.”
Vore’s hand on her shoulder tightened but did not move. Was Vore jealous of her attention on Kean? She squeezed his calf lightly, reassuring him. Lettie watched Kean’s face as his eyes glazed, and his features relaxed. She had not known that the big male was holding so much tension.
His eyes opened, and bright green eyes met hers. The cold and terrifying look in them was gone, and Lettie understood why he enjoyed watching her face as the Euphora took effect. She saw, for a moment, behind his cold and calculated exterior. Lettie smiled at him.
Kean grinned and reached for her. Vore snarled viciously, his legs tightened around her body, caging her in. Lettie turned to Vore, holding his leg. She didn’t want them to fight.
Kean sat back up straight and put his hands in the air. It seemed the sign for surrender was universal. “I forget myself. I’m not poaching on your territory.”
Vore relaxed, the Euphora in his system keeping him calm. “You should consider a human female yourself. You seem quite enamored by them.”
Distracted by the hard play of muscles pillowing her head, she leaned against Vore’s leg and listened idly to the conversation between the two aliens.
“I had one.”
Lettie stroked the strongly muscled and masculine leg. It felt so good. Lifting her head so that she could reach Vore’s upper thigh, she relaxed her head back against his crotch. A hardness there caught her attention, and she turned her head to rub her cheek against it. She closed her eyes as a rush of arousal flooded her senses. Vore put a hand on her head and pressed her against his crotch as he got harder.
“What happened to your human?”
“She was weak of mind. Euphora was too much of a lure for her. I sold her. I need a female who is strong enough to use substances without letting them use her.”
A soft, repetitive sound caught Lettie’s attention, and she opened her eyes to see Kean rub absently at his own thigh. Everything had such an interesting texture, and she rubbed at the crotch she was leaning on. Mmmm.
“You want a strong female, even as a slave?”
Vore’s voice was wonderful, too. Lettie wanted to reach up and touch the lips that made such beautiful sounds. Everything about Vore was so perfect. Everything, in general, was perfect.
Next to Kean, Ulrek spoke. “Humans are not good as slaves. I should know, I have stolen my share from Earth on behalf of the Dominion. And you should know as well. The Defiant has been to Reka 5.”
“We just came from there.”
“So you know how many of their colonists are escaped slaves. And that sweet little morsel between your legs would become not so sweet if you crossed her.” Ulrek sounded almost appreciative. “I’ll let you in on something, do you know how I escaped the ambush the Dominion set for me on my last slave run for them?”
Unable to resist the curiosity, Lettie lifted her head to listen. Ulrek noticed and a vulturous smile spread on his face. His gaze fell on her hands, which she realized were still rubbing Vore through his pants. But she had lost the ability to feel self-conscious, the Euphora demanded she continue stroking him.
“See, she looks so blissed-out. But she’s listening to us the whole time, gathering information in that pretty little head of hers. If you are not careful, you will become her slave instead. Gallus is not the only male with a human slave who rules him from the end of her gem-encrusted leash.” Then he looked directly at her and asked. “Do you want to know how I escaped?”
Lettie looked to Vore, remembering their talk back on the Defiant.
“Answer him.” Vore gave her a squeeze with his legs. With her hands still on his crotch, she squeezed him back, and Vore’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. She enjoyed his reaction to her. His fingers clawed into her hair, and it felt amazing. She moaned. “Lettie, answer him.”
Lettie opened her mouth, but it was pasty. Vore handed her a drink, and she took a sip. It burned down her throat, but even that felt good. Her head spun pleasantly. “Yes, I want to know.” It came out a breathy whisper.
“I knew about the ambush. And I knew some of my crew was in on it, eager to betray me for some extra credits. On my last slave run for the Dominion, I only collected human males from Earth. I took them from a high-security prison where many of them were serving life sentences. I offered them freedom and the chance to explore the galaxy. They came on board, pretending to be slaves. I had only the officers I trusted guard them.” He paused and took a gulp of his drink.
Then he closed his eyes for a second. When he opened his eyes again, Lettie saw the Euphora play on his face. He turned to Kean. “This batch is different.”
