Celestial Beauty

by Angela Castle

  “Yes, Loc, right there, please!” Her body began to quiver and her pussy tingle. Loc pulled his fingers from her wet folds and pulled his mouth away leaving her writhing and pleading for his return. Loc slid over her body, and to stop her protests claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. She licked off her own juices on his face as they battled for dominance. Celeste surrendered, letting him kiss her how he wanted, too desperate to fight, especially feeling his hot, heavy cock slide between her thighs.

  “I want to watch you peak on my rod alone.”

  She felt his thick tip against her warm opening and press firmly against it, pausing only momentarily. She tensed slightly feeling him slowly push inside her still tight channel.

  “Are you all right?” He raised his head, and she opened her eyes to smile at him with reassurance.

  “Yes, baby, you feel so good inside me. Please don’t stop.”

  He eased deep inside, pushing slowly as he plunged into her warm depths. She gasped, loving how his cock stretched her insides, making her feel so full, creating a combination of pleasure and pain.

  “Celeste, my beauty,” he groaned. “You feel so good, so tight around me.”

  When he withdrew from her, she nearly sighed from the loss, but just as quickly as he left her reeling with desire, he plunged his cock deep inside her again, this time pushing deeper than before.

  Celeste grunted at the force of his penetration, and he pulled back. “Celeste? Are you hurt?” Worry was etched in his tone.

  “Do you dare stop now? I can handle your brothers, Loc, and I can handle you. Now fuck me, make me come. I demand it!”

  He groaned sinking into her again pushing the air from her lungs, leaving her breathless.

  “Yes, beauty, you will peak.”

  He started with slow, deep strokes, exploring her body and the way she reacted to him. But gradually his large member began a hard, demanding rhythm as he pounded her pussy, taking care not to go too deep and bump against her cervix. Their combined moans echoed around them. Every time he pushed deep inside, it made a loud suctioning sound. It only seemed to inspire him to fuck her harder as he increased his speed and thrust a little deeper. The sensations drove her crazy, making her whole body tingle with pleasure. Already near the top of her crest thanks to his oral ministrations, it didn’t take too long for ecstasy to wash over her. She gripped his shoulders, squealing loudly, her back arching.

  “Yes, oh yes, Loc.”

  As her pussy pulsed against his cock, he gripped her hips and pounded harder, faster, lost in the pursuit of his own pleasure. It prolonged her orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure with each stroke. She threw her head back screaming as her muscles tensed and contracted around his thick cock. It was too much, yet not enough. Time lost all meaning.

  His neck was taut as he threw back his head, his body shaking. “Mine, ours, mine, ours!” He groaned, his seed again spilling, this time into her depths. The sensation set off a series of mini orgasms, making her body twitch and shake.

  His body gleamed with sweat as he collapsed forward, and they both struggled with their breathing as they simply lay there, with bodies twitching both their breathing hard.

  Time suspended, as they lay together. Loc shifted his weight from her, and she groaned feeling his cock slip from her body, but far too sleepy to care.

  “Did I hurt you? I lost control.”

  She found enough breath to laugh. “Not always a bad thing to lose control, and do I sound hurt?”

  He kissed her temple, gathering her into his arms. “You sound well satisfied. I did well then?”

  “Do you really need your ego stroked?” She cracked an eyelid to look at him. He was so rumpled, sexy, utterly adorable, and all hers.

  “I’ve never pleasured without my brothers. It is not possible for a single Demos male to pleasure a single Demos female.”

  Celeste warred between feeling insulted and the floaty feeling of post orgasm.

  “So I keep hearing. It’s no wonder Demos quads value human women if we’re so easy to please.”

  “You are so much more than just a human female, easy to pleasure.” He captured her head in his hands, locking eyes. She lost her insulted feelings instantly. “You have become the heart that beats for all four of us. We need you. Please never leave us.” The utter vulnerability in his plea made her wonder.

  “Someone left you, didn’t they? A Demos female hurt you and your brothers.”

  “Yes, what seems now a lifetime ago, we tried a family unit, but our chosen sheraz was not faithful. We were always away on missions. I think it hurt Zeb more than any of us, as he chose her, half based on family history of producing strong offspring, and half hoping it would be more.”

  Celeste sighed, touching her forehead to his. “My mother left me when I was a toddler.” She sighed in sadness, the distant memories lingering in her mind. “I can still remember sitting on the floor, in the hallway of our home, crying, as she walked out the door and never came back.” Loc squeezed her tight. “The landlord found me a few days later when he walked in wanting late rent payment. I was placed in foster care and passed on from home to home. No one wanted me. Not all the homes and carers were nice. In my twenties I met Ryan. He promised to love and look after me, so we got married, but he turned out to be an unfaithful, cruel man. Always telling me how useless and ugly I was, how nobody would ever want me. He hurt me many times. When I escaped he came after me, and he beat me for running. The law, while only half on my side, couldn’t do much other than tell him to stay away. Justice was never served thanks to a fucked-up human legal system. So I decided to go far, far away and make a new life for myself. Just when I was starting to feel safe and recover I was taken by the Jorvals.”

  Loc’s hands stroked up and down her back. “I want to kill your ex-husband. You are very precious. We would never harm you, never be unfaithful. Don’t tell Zeb this, but you own us, beauty, more than you know. You are our Celestial beauty.”

  She chuckled. “I like that, Celestial beauty. Point is, we now have each other, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Away from Earth, away from the pain, here is my new life, and I’m really enjoying it.” She kissed his chest. “Thank you.” She yawned sleepily, “You’ve worn me out. Can I have small a nap in before we take off?”

  His chest rumbled with his own soft chuckle. “Of course, beauty, sleep. I’ll keep you safe in my arms.”

  Peace and contentment filled her, knowing she was safe. This is love. I love them. All shadows chased from her mind. For the first time in her long life, she understood and felt the true meaning of love.

  Chapter Eleven

  Celeste screamed, bolting upright. Loc’s arms came around her, holding her tight. She blinked up at Zeb standing over her and Loc. A moment of guilt rushed through her body as if she’d been cheating. No, they are all yours, no matter who makes love to you.

  She relaxed back into Loc’s embrace.

  “Fucking Fire Demons! Stop scaring our sheraz, you idiot.” Loc ran soothing hands over her naked back, and he kissed her temple. “Don’t worry, beauty. It’s only Zeb. Remember you’re ours now.”

  She still couldn’t help the heat infuse her cheeks.

  Zeb rolled his eyes at his brother, picked up Loc’s pants and tossed that at him. “Sorry, beautiful, but fun time is over for now. As much as I want pleasure you again, it will have to wait.” He glared at Loc. “We have an issue to deal with. Loc, get dressed. We need to get off this planet, now!”

  Even though Zeb’s tone was calm she felt the urgency. Loc stiffened beside her as he snatched up his pants and moved off the bed to pull them on. Zeb then retrieved her clothing, and helped her off the bed, quickly leaning down to plant a kiss on her lips. “You look delicious, beautiful, but I need you on the bridge and strapped in for take-off.”

  “What’s wrong? Why the sudden urgency?” She instantly forgot her nudity as she shook out her outfit and climbed back into it. Zeb took the invisible zipper and sealed it. He s
ighed as his gaze was still fixed on her breasts. She hid her smile. Even in times of crisis, men were men.

  “Don’t worry, we promised to protect you.” He shook his head and raised his gaze to meet hers.

  “Protect me, what do I need protecting from now?” She scowled at Zeb.

  Loc, now dressed, leaned down and kissed her briefly. “Have we let you down yet, beauty?”

  She shook her head, confident in their abilities, but it didn’t stop her worrying for their safety as much as her own.

  He shot a look at Zeb, who nodded. They were doing that freaky silent communication thing again. Loc’s whole demeanour changed. Gone was the passionate and tender lover of before. Now a sharp eyed warrior on alert, he strode out of the room without looking back.

  Zeb captured her hand and tugged her along after him, following after Loc. They turned left, and Loc went right back into the engine room.

  “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? You know not telling me something can be worse than lying.”

  Zeb growled, shaking his head but didn’t stop his stride. “I don’t want you to be afraid.”

  “How can I be afraid if, as you said, you’re all here to protect me? Please tell me what’s going on?” She added a note of gentle pleading into her tone.

  They reached the stairs, and she jogged up them. “There are ships coming into orbit over the planet, and if we don’t take off now we’ll be too easy a target.”

  “Other ships, I take it from your scowl not friendly ships, if we’re about to be sitting ducks.”

  “I do not know what a sitting duck is.”

  She giggled, breathlessly. “It’s the same as what you said before. The human expression for an easy target is a sitting duck.” She panted out her explanation.

  He shook his head. “Then we don’t want to be ducks. We must hurry.”

  A short time later Celeste’s fingers gripped the arms of her seat, despite Zeb having firmly strapped her to the seat. The vibration of the ship’s powerful engines made her bones shake.

  “It’ll be over in a moment.” Zeb glanced over at her from his command seat. She would have smiled at his reassurance if her jaw wasn’t already clenched and her teeth gritted.

  The swampy ground and horrid planet grew smaller on the huge curved display screen, and it filled her with a sense of elation. In a short time, she’d lost everything, yet gained more than she could have ever dreamed. Stars grew brighter as they moved through the atmosphere out into space. The rumble of the engines main thrusters cut out, and Celeste heaved a sigh of relief as her bones stopped rattling.

  Zeb, already unbuckled, moved to join Kue, pressing things on the instrument panel. “Ship has held together quite well. The Reisin coupling did the trick, job well done.” Zeb glanced in her direction. “One problem solved, another to deal with.” Zeb scratched his chin. He moved over to her seat and undid her straps, a small smile on his face as he tugged free the black straps. “I like the idea of this.” He leaned in, keeping his voice in a low, husky whisper. “Tied up and helpless while my brothers and I pleasure you.”

  An erotic chill ran down her spin, and she swallowed as her body responded to his words, flaring to life. Her mind instantly imagined the hot wicked things they could do to her, while she was bound and at their mercy. “Once this is over.”

  Zeb sighed and loosened the last strap, freeing her, his face hardening, and he straightened. “I need to you stand over here for this next part. I don’t want them to see you unless it’s necessary.”

  She snapped back to the reality of their situation.

  “Who are they?”

  The screen flickered to life, making Celeste gasp as she viewed for the first time three menacing and rather large ships.

  “Three Jorval warships against one salvager ship.” Raz eyeballed the large flickering screen. “Hardly seems fair.” He shot Celeste a roguish smile. “To them.”

  Jorvals. Her whole body began to tremble. “Are they here for me?” She raised her head to meet Zeb’s eyes.

  He pulled her into his arms. “Beautiful, do you think we would let them take you from us?”

  “No, but my life isn’t worth yours. I—I’m—”

  “Worth more to us than anything in this whole galaxy. You belong to us, and we’re not letting you go. Besides, if they’ve scanned the planet and have updated human bio life signs, they’ll assume there were no survivors of the crash. With this much firepower converging on one crashed trader ship, they want to keep their dirty secrets from falling into our hands.”

  He kissed the top of her head and set her away from him. “Now stay here.”

  “But—”

  Celeste bit down on her lip at his reproachful glare. He sighed, and his expression softened. “I know you haven’t known us long, and trusting is hard for you, but can you try, this once, for us?”

  She nodded, realizing her fear came from the thought of losing them. Trust them, trust them.

  “Don’t worry, lovely, we may be retired, but we haven’t lost any of our skills.” Raz winked.

  “Raz may be an idiot eighty percent of the time, but he’s correct, you need to trust us,” Kue added.

  “I do.”

  Kue smiled. She knew he was trying to reassure her. Kue and Raz both looked at Zeb.

  “They’re blocking outgoing communications and are hailing us.” Kue glanced back to his panel.

  “Standard tactics, if they had wanted us dead, they would have fired by now. Open the communications. We already know what they want, but it’s good to get their view of they think they want.”

  Celeste pressed herself against the bulkhead as the screen changed to the face of a Jorval. She slapped her hand over her mouth to stop her gasp from being heard. She saw nightmare images of her capture and being on that ship, stuffed in cages with nothing but water. The whimpers and tears of her fellow captives. A hand on her arm made her jump, and she turned to see Loc standing there, his eyes filled with concern. She hadn’t even noticed him enter the bridge, but quietly and gently, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight against him as she trembled.

  “Shh, beauty, we’ve got you,” he whispered. “They don’t and never will.”

  “This is Commander Zeb of the salvage ship Reclaimer. How can we assist you today? Do you have any salvage you wish to trade?” Zeb’s tone was calm and even.

  “I am Commander Reedip of the Jorval protector ship Kiff. The wreck you salvaged on the planet below belongs to us. If your lives have worth you will hand it over.”

  “Hellious intergalactic law states that licensed salvagers have every right to take unclaimed wrecks. Would you care to see our license, Reedip?” He even added a slight smile. Celeste watched in utter fascination. Clearly Zeb would make one heck of a poker player.

  “It is not unclaimed. It is Jorval property. You are only one salvaging ship, no match for our warships. If you won’t hand over our property then we will destroy you.”

  “Come now, commander, I doubt there would be any profit in destroying our precious cargo. You may be interested to know, we salvaged more than just metal on this useless planet. Tell me, what is a human female now worth on the underground slave markets?”

  Zeb’s gaze slid across to where Loc held her in his arms, and he nodded at Loc.

  “We do not break intergalactic law. I am well aware human females are now protected by your kind.”

  “He’s bluffing. Jorvals would sell their own mothers to turn a profit.” Loc kept up the whispered commentary.

  “I’m as much a trader as you are, and some laws, well, don’t interest me as much as other, when there is no profit in it. Let us talk and come to a mutual beneficial agreement.”

  “I don’t need to bargain with you when I can simply take what I want, or destroy you.” The big eared alien’s creamy skin mottled green in anger.

  “Oh no, then if you destroy us then you’ll be destroying thousands in credits. Celeste, come here.” Zeb held out
his hand for her, his eyes meeting hers, pleading silently with her to trust him.

  Wow, she actually understood some of his silent communication thing they did.

  “Play along, beauty. Trust us, this is just for show. If we can’t prove we have something of value, they’ll simply kill us. We need to play on their greed.” Loc whispered into her ear before nudging her forward.

  She nodded, understanding they needed her to take part in the poker game. She walked across the bridge and into the viewer’s line of sight. She placed her hand in Zeb’s. He drew her forward, placing one large hand around her neck. “I’m sure this cargo is worth more than the photons you’d need to use to destroy our large ship.”

  They faced the Jorval in the shiny uniform who glared at the two of them. Celeste stood her ground, refusing to let fear control her. She had her Demos brothers, and these creatures would never get their slimy hands on her again.

  The Jorval commander snorted. “What makes you want to give up a human female? I hear Demos are collecting them as prized jewels.”

  “Let’s just say we’ve had our value out of her, and the female is not needed anymore. Besides we have our one true sheraz to return to on Galafrax.”

  Celeste swallowed. Even knowing this was a cat and mouse game, it still hurt to hear those words coming out of Zeb’s mouth. They hadn’t just used her, had they?

  I should play along. She started struggling in his grip.

  “You son of a bitch! How dare you use me like that! You can’t just give me back to them!”

  “Silence, female, we can do what we want with you. Loc, take her and put her back in holding.”

  With one shove she was back in Loc’s arms, and he grinned down at her. “That’s my smart beauty.” He kissed her temple, and she relaxed, but the game was far from over.

  The Jorval scratched his large earlobes, clear greed gleaming in his eyes. “Human females’ value has increased since your people made them illegal to sell as slaves. So, here’s the deal, five hundred credits, the human female, and the wreckage of the ship you salvaged on the planet below.”