"I like doing this to you," she said.
"What? Driving me completely insane?"
"Yeah. I like the way your penis gets all purple and shiny and wet."
He waved it at her enticingly. "Want to suck it?"
"Yes, I do," she said, tossing aside the remains of the vreckfruit. "I never thought I'd see the day..."
Pouncing on him, she took him in her mouth, savoring the slick syrup as she slid her lips up and down his shaft.
"Mmm," Trag purred. "That feels so good..."
Micayla's first orgasm hit, sending her head into a spin and an anticipatory gush of her own juice pouring from her core. She shook it off and went back for more.
"Oh, yeah, Mick," he sighed, pushing up against her. "Lick the head."
She did as he asked, running the tip of her tongue around the scalloped edge and then swirling over the broad, blunt head.
Trag came up off the bed, his back arching as his head fell back. "Great Mother of the--ohhhh..."
Micayla felt a tingle of delight course through her as she went down on him again--a tingle that had nothing to do with the effects of his secretions and everything to do with the satisfaction of knowing just how much he appreciated her efforts. She liked making him groan and purr and lose control. It made her feel powerful, strong--as though she could take on Grekkor and a hundred others like him and emerge victorious.
Sucking harder, she massaged his testicles, delighting in the feel of them in her hand. She never would have guessed in a million years that she would have liked having them bounce against her nose as they had the night before. Now, after Dragus's comment, she couldn't wait to eat them too.
Sipping a mouthful of juice from the head, she then dipped her fingers in the puddle at the base, spreading it out evenly over his scrotum. Smiling wickedly, she slowly lowered her head.
"You're really gonna do it," he said with a voice gone rough with desire. "You're gonna suck my balls while you jack me off. Aren't you?"
Micayla merely nodded and opened her mouth wide over his big sac, giving it a tantalizing lick. Then she sucked it in.
It was a tight fit and Trag screamed, arching his back even further, pushing her back on her heels.
Micayla's initial thought was that she'd hurt him, but his subsequent exclamations put that fear to rest. "Oh my fuckin' nuts!" he yelled. "Mick, you're so-- ahhh...Damn, that feels good!"
She never heard the rest of that as an explosive orgasm surged through her, sending her blood roaring through her ears. It was all she could do to keep from biting him as her body convulsed in ecstasy. It took her a few moments to recover and then, grabbing his stiff rod with both hands, she squeezed.
Rivers of fluid poured over her fingers as she worked his meat to a hard frenzy. Trag was making sounds she'd never heard before; snarling, hissing, and purring all at the same time. Then his breath caught and his cock erupted, sending a fountain of his snard shooting upward. As it rained down on Micayla's face, she released him and tried to catch it in her mouth. She was rewarded with a large droplet on her tongue, and she savored his sweet essence for a moment before swallowing it.
As before, the euphoria blossomed within her, sending blissful streams of joy radiating throughout her entire being. However, though it seemed more intense than ever, she had only a moment to revel in it before Trag pulled her into his arms, his mouth covering hers with a possessive kiss.
"You're mine, Mick," he whispered. "Mine. All mine. No one else's--ever." He broke off there, kissing her again, his tongue filling her mouth just as his cock had done, sending even more waves of pleasure coursing throughout her body. His hands roamed all over her as they devoured each other, but when he reached her neck, he let out a sob of frustration against her lips.
"Trag, what's the matter?"
"This," he replied, tugging at her necklace.
Laughter from within the palace echoed over the comstone.
"I don't care," Micayla said defiantly. "They can listen all they like, but they'll never know how it feels, will they?"
"That's true," Trag agreed. "Hear that? Eat your heart out, boys. This one's mine!"
Though it wasn't the first time he'd said it, Micayla still wasn't reconciled to the idea of a man laying claim to her. It went against her nature, her history--her entire personality, in fact--but still, if Trag was the one claiming her, maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
Chapter 20
"So, we make him think he's been exposed to the plague," Windura was saying excitedly as Trag and Micayla approached. "Hidar could pretend to be the carrier, and we," she gestured toward Lerotan, "could say our kid died of it--even though he'd been vaccinated--and we could accuse him of selling a worthless vaccine. Everyone would be in a panic and hate his guts and, oh, I don't know, try to lynch him or something."
"Oh, and I've got a really good idea to go along with that," Jack put in. "We come in and save his sorry ass from the mob, hustle him aboard the ship, and then he's ours to do with as we please."
"I am liking this more all the time," Cat said. "But you are known to him, Windura. Tisana would be a better choice."
Chuckling wickedly, Tisana said, "And if he didn't come with us, I could always blast him with a fireball."
"That's the best part about having Tisana on our side," Jack said proudly. "She never seems dangerous until she roasts you alive."
"She could also give him a fever," said Leo. "All she would have to do is look at him."
"Hey, didn't we already talk this to death last night?" Trag commented as they joined the group gathered at the hovercars that were to take them to the spaceport.
Jack eyed him shrewdly. "How the hell would you know?" she shot back. "From what I could see, you weren't paying very close attention."
"I told you she saw that," Trag muttered in an aside to Micayla.
"That's all right," Micayla said. "I was paying attention. I can fill him in."
Jack remained skeptical. "You were the one distracting him, so I wouldn't swear you heard everything either."
"I took notes, Mom," Curly said promptly. "Recorded the whole thing. I did some research on Nerik too, but I didn't find very much. I made them a copy."
"I just love my boys." Jack sighed. "They're so efficient."
Curly laughed. "You don't always think so."
"Wait a minute," Tisana said, narrowing her eyes at the boy. "As I recall, you guys were sent to bed. How did you--?"
"Recorded it over a comstone," Curly said, beaming with pride, holding up a link module.
"No point in trying to keep anything from them, is there?" Trag commented under his breath as he accepted the pad from Curly.
"Doesn't seem that way," Micayla agreed. "Is that the Zetithian in them, or the Jack?"
"Must be the Jack factor," Trag said. "I'm pretty sure it's the sort of thing she would have done as a kid."
Jack ignored this, tapping her chin contemplatively. "Now, who should we send with you two to make sure you don't go off on a tangent?"
Rodan was raising his hand, but Hidar stepped forward. "I will go," he said. "They may need me."
Trag stared at them aghast. He'd been looking forward to flying alone with Micayla so he could put the ship on autopilot and then kiss her for hours on end. That lovely vision was beginning to fade when Cat chimed in. "They do not need anyone to go with them. Besides, if we are to use the plague symptoms as a ploy, Hidar will need to arrive separately."
"Don't see that it matters myself," Jack argued. "They just have to find him. We'll take care of the rest of it."
"Might not turn out that way in the end," Leo pointed out. "These things have a way of taking on a life of their own."
"Okay, I guess we can trust them to keep their heads on straight--this time, anyway. Here's a list of the supplies we had loaded onto Veluka's ship," she said, handing Micayla another module. "Don't lose it. Veluka is supposed to be here to give you a rundown on the controls. Where the devil is he?"
"Don't know," said Trag, glancing around. Tapping his comstone, he called out the Nerik's name. There was no response. "Hm, wonder what he's up to?" Trag mused. "Guess I'll just have to wing it then."
"That's what you do best," Tychar said warmly. "Take care of yourself, brother."
"Don't I always?" Trag retorted as Tychar hugged him.
Kyra fought back her tears. "Trag, you better do what he says," she said, punctuating her words with a sniff. "I don't know what... I mean, if anything ever happened to you..."
"I'll be careful," Trag promised. "You take care of things around here. I'll be fine."
"You aren't still mad at me, are you?"
For a moment, Trag didn't get what she was talking about. "What? Oh, that--!" he said with a dismissive gesture. "You were right. How could I be mad?"
"Well, I think it may be a moot point anyway," Kyra said with a glance at Micayla. "But still, be careful."
Trag saw no reason to hide his feelings. Pulling Micayla up against him with one arm, he said, "I'm always careful. Besides, if I screw this up, Jack will kill me."
***
The Okeoula wasn't a huge ship--not even as big as the Jolly Roger--but the cockpit was spacious enough to have accommodated a Darconian. The command controls had a translator on them, making it obvious that the ship had been designed for use by different species, even though it was a Nerik ship belonging to a Nerik.
"Must be willing to sell to anyone these days," Trag muttered. "Wasn't always like that from what I hear."
"Who could blame them?" Micayla said. "In a war, you wouldn't want your opponent to have equal technology--and this stealth mode is quite a strategic advantage to anyone who has it, as we've seen."
"Still can't imagine why anyone--even Grekkor--would be stupid enough to give these ships to the Nedwuts," Trag grumbled. "They're enough trouble as it is."
"Desperate, I guess," Micayla said with a shrug. Taking a seat at the comstation, she tapped her fingers on the console. "Better com system than Leroy's too," she added. "And scanners! No wonder he wanted some collateral for this ship! It must be worth a fortune. Wonder why he didn't show up for the launch?"
"The Great Mother only knows," Trag said as he adjusted the controls. "Probably hiding out in The Shrine with Shentuck so we wouldn't make him come with us."
"That would still be the best idea," Micayla said. "He's more familiar with--"
"Are you saying I can't fly this thing as well as he can?" Trag demanded.
"Well, it is his ship," Micayla pointed out, "and he's used to it. All ships have their little quirks, and he didn't tell you a thing about how to fly it."
"I can do it," Trag said with calm assurance. "No sweat."
"I'm sure you can," Micayla said warmly, "but that's not the only thing I'm concerned about. Neither of us have ever been to Nerik, and he's bound to know more about his own world than any of us possibly could--no matter how much research Curly did."
"Veluka is such a wuss." Trag grinned. "A little trouble with Grekkor and he's off somewhere humming."
"Which means he obviously knows a few things about our opponent that would be worth knowing. I was up against Grekkor briefly, but let me tell you, he's not only ruthless and cunning but a little crazy too. Not a good combination."
"Sounds like your typical villain," Trag commented. "Aren't they all like that?"
"Maybe so, but he's got an awful lot of people working for him. I felt as if the entire station had turned against us after he spotted me. We couldn't trust anyone--except maybe the hookers . He's a very powerful man."
"That'll just make bringing him down that much sweeter," Trag said as he put the ship through a pre-flight test. "Besides, he'd have been dead meat a long time ago if Jack had known what he'd done."
Micayla didn't argue the point, the truth of which was patently obvious. "Speaking of Jack, I need to lock in her ship's frequency."
Trag watched her out of the corner of his eye as she adjusted the controls with nonchalant efficiency. No doubt about it, she knew her job well.
"I'd hate to miss it if Jack ever does meet up with him," Trag said. "I just hope we can find him before he heads off to some other world. He might not be as easy to find the next time."
"What happens if we miss?"
"We'll try again," Trag replied. "There is no way we can just let him go on with this vendetta against us. Too bad we didn't find out about all this a little sooner. There might have been a lot more of us left to start over again."
"Do you really think it's possible?" Micayla asked. "Starting over, I mean. There are so few of us..."
"I know," he said. "But I promise to do my part."
Micayla laughed. "Am I going to be pregnant for the rest of my childbearing years?"
"Possibly," Trag admitted. "I won't be able to keep from trying if you're anywhere around." Giving her a meaningful look, he added, "You're irresistible, Mick. You know that, don't you?"
"Me?" she exclaimed. "I thought you were the one who was irresistible."
Trag shook his head. "Not really--not to you, anyway."
Micayla looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean? Trag, I've never wanted anyone before in my life. Now I can't--"
"Keep your hands off of me? Seems like you can. You're focused on the mission, whereas I'm sitting here wishing Grekkor would just up and die of the damn plague and save us the trouble of going after him so we can fuck continuously for the rest of our lives."
Her slow, seductive smile had Trag's fingers fumbling on the controls. "Well, we can do that after we catch him."
Trag wasn't sure he believed her. "You mean it?"
Micayla nodded. "I have to make up for lost time."
Trag groaned and gave his hair a yank. "Don't say things like that when we've got a mission to accomplish!"
"Just a little incentive for you to pay attention to what you're doing."
"I pay attention!" Trag insisted. "I just don't--" He broke off there as the cabin alarm lights began flashing and smoke curled up from a nearby control panel.
"I don't think you are--unless that's normal behavior for a Nerik ship."
"How the hell would I know?" Trag muttered as he reengaged the safety lock. "Never been on one before."
"My, that's very encouraging," she said. "It's not too late to get Veluka to come with us, you know."
"Like I said, I don't think he intends to let us try, or he'd have been here."
"I don't suppose there's an operator's manual, is there?" Micayla said as she got up to look around the cockpit. Unfortunately, if there was any flight information to be had, it wasn't lying about in plain sight.
"It's probably written in Nerik anyway," Trag said. "I'll get this figured out in a minute. I always do."
Micayla chuckled. "I wish I had your confidence. I'm not stupid, but jumping into a strange ship and trying to fly it isn't something I've ever considered."
"That's because you aren't a pilot. You can work the com system, can't you?"
"Well, yes, but--"
"Same thing," Trag said with a firm nod. "Just be patient. I'll have us flying in no time."
Micayla leaned over his shoulder and pointed to a blinking switch. "What's that?"
"The self-destruct sequencer," Trag replied.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Absolutely. First rule of flying a starship: Never flip a blinking switch." Trag paused for a moment. Turning his head, his nose encountered her hair and he inhaled deeply. His cock sprang to attention so quickly he thought it would pop right through his shorts. "I'm not purring, Mick. What gives?"
"Must be your manly piloting skills," she murmured in his ear. Giving it a lick, she began purring. "I never knew this purring thing could feel so good. Sort of comforting and arousing at the same time."
Arousing was right; Trag let out a yelp as his cock seemed to fold in half as it strained against the confining fabric of his pants.
"Not hurting you, am I?" she asked, tugging at his
earlobe with her fangs.
"Mick, you're killing me," he said frankly. "I never knew you to be... like this."
"The aggressor, you mean? That's funny, I thought I did that the first time I bit you."
Trag considered this for a moment. "Now that you mention it, I suppose you did. Damn! This is getting more complicated all the time. Cat just told me to purr... but it seems like there's more to it than that."
"What can I say?" Micayla purred. "You're irresistible--and you know it."
Trag took a brief moment to savor this revelation before commenting on it. "Maybe, but enticing female Zetithians was supposed to be really hard to do."
Micayla shrugged. "Perhaps it's because I don't have the cultural background that the others did. I've been around boy-crazy girls my whole life. Just because I didn't feel the attraction to men doesn't mean I didn't want to. I wasn't taught to resist the impulse, and I tried, Trag, believe me, I tried very hard to feel it! You're just the only one it ever worked with. I think it was the hissing thing that threw me. I thought it meant I couldn't stand you rather than the other way around. It was very confusing."
"Means you like me, doesn't it?" Trag said smugly as he began purring himself.
"Means I want to suck your dick," she replied, licking the tip of his ear. "Now, get this ship into space so we can engage the autopilot, and I'll suck you all the way to Nerik."
The thought of Micayla sitting on the floor between his legs and licking his cock while he flew the ship nearly had Trag choking on his own spit. He tapped a few more spots on the console and the engines responded instantly.
Patting him on the shoulder, Micayla said, "See, you just needed the right incentive."
"What? You mean you--? Well, maybe so," he admitted. "But I'm going to hold you to that promise."
Blowing him a kiss, Micayla returned to her station. "Looking forward to it, Trag. Keep your dick hard for me."
"I'll do my best," he promised.
"I want lots of cock syrup too," she said before turning her attention to a hail from the Jolly Roger. "Jack says bon voyage."
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