THRAX

by Bonnie Burrows

  Thrax and Agena spent days moving from one’s bed to the other, from bath to common room to terrace, leaving a trail of sex in their wake. As he said he would, he took her out onto the grounds where they found places to do things to one another on patches of grass concealed by trees and shrubs, or in beds of flowers under canopies of vines, or in houses in the trees.

  The ongoing delights of Thrax’s lips and tongue at her breasts and nipples and lady parts, and Agena’s mouth consuming his sausage and plums, and Thrax’s long, thick length plundering her inside while his body took full possession of hers, became their shared universe as Thrax had said they would.

  One warm night, they lay out together in the grass, in the mixed scents of flowers and the heady smell of unending sex, and Thrax fondled Agena’s breasts while they looked up at the stars against the expanse of darkness. As much as space stretched out darkly above them, they were lit up like stars inside. A meteor raked a line of sudden fire across the blanket of indigo and was gone as quickly as it appeared—an abrupt and fleeting fire, so unlike the hours that Thrax and Agena were spending in couplings that felt like eternities of wonder.

  Agena smiled, “I think that was the universe’s way of saying, ‘Good job, Thrax.’”

  “Was it?” he replied. “I thought it was the universe’s way of saying, “Get back to work, Thrax.” And he looked over at her with a smile of his own—a lusty and utterly carnal smile.

  Agena let him pull her into another kiss and wrestle himself back on top of her. She opened her legs and her being to him once again, and felt once more the almost maddening thrill of his huge, bludgeoning piece moving hard and urgently into her. She tightened herself around him, letting him pump and pound her on the grass, cursing sweetly and sounding drunk as if never to be sober again. She felt him savoring her tightness and wetness even as she did his mass and hardness and the relentless force with which he plunged himself into her. She felt conquered, possessed, and infinitely grateful, right to the slamming force of orgasm that ignited another star inside each of them.

  _______________

  Out in space, a metallic shape, rusty-colored and roughened with age, moved against the stars. It had emerged from a warp jump and had begun to coast in normal space, moving against the stars. There was a flurry of activity inside the craft as a smaller object of similar design appeared and came up alongside it. An access port on one side to the rear of the vessel slid open, and the smaller craft passed through it and into the larger ship.

  The command deck of the great craft was in two tiers, facing a viewing port as wide and as tall as the space itself. On the larger, broader lower tier sat an array of personnel wearing black and gray armor suits, occupying their control consoles. The smaller, upper tier was occupied by two figures. One lone, heavyset male figure sat in a throne-like chair, clad in a slightly more ornate version of the uniforms of those who sat below him.

  His skin was as gray as his attire, dry and cracked like the flesh of parched lips of a man who had wandered through the desert, his eyes a dull yellow with green pupils. The only color about him was a maroon-colored sash that he wore across his chest. He sat silently, as still as a statue, alternately watching the viewing port and the crew at their devices. By his side stood a female, similarly uniformed, but with the maroon sash at the waist, her skin and eyes in the same state as the male in the chair.

  At the sound of the door sliding open behind him, the seated being swiveled his chair around to face it, and the female turned with him. Another figure entered, different from the ones who sat below. The body was vaguely male, but wrought all in metal. It had once been shiny and proud-looking, but had grown as dull as the baleful eyes of the being in the chair. The automaton stopped a few paces in front of the being in the chair and spoke in a hollow voice:

  “Reconnaissance reporting, Captain Amlax.”

  “Proceed,” said Amlax, appearing to stir into life from his motionless state.

  “A system on a vector ahead of us contains one inhabited, life-supporting planet. It is a spacefaring civilization of the second order, unified and combat-capable. Its population level and degree of urbanization and industry correspond to those of a colony of another planet or group of planets. Its organization suggests a republic or a parliamentary government. Long-range sensor data on the composition of the planet indicate large deposits of mutagenic compounds potentially suitable for Scodax needs and large quantities of warp-enabling minerals adaptable for Scodax craft.”

  “I trust reconnaissance went undetected,” Amlax said with a heavy breath.

  “No evidence of detection,” replied the automaton. “The system contains long-range sensors and piloted patrol craft for planetary security. Reconnaissance ship remained at a distance to register as an asteroid or space debris on cursory scans. No craft from the planet approached. Reconnaissance withdrew upon collection of data. Per standard procedure, analysis and collation were performed en route back to mastercraft.”

  “Very well,” the Captain said. “Transmit all data directly to me. The armada will stand by for system incursion once I have personally examined the data. Return to your dock.”

  “Yes, Captain,” the automaton said and turned to exit.

  Captain Amlax rotated his chair back around to gaze out the broad, tall viewport once again while the lights on the arm of his chair indicated the transfer of data from the scouting ship. Amlax paid the transfer no attention for the moment. His heavyset frame now seemed charged with new energy. His eyes fixed on the stars outside with an intense concentration, scanning left and right. “One of those stars,” he addressed the female at his side. “One of those stars, Venar, will yield what we have sought for so long. The days of desolation will soon turn to days of glory. We will again be all that we were.”

  Commander Venar looked to her Captain and saw the utter conviction that now animated his once-weary frame. The prospect of a conquest had all but brought him back to life. She made no other remark but, “Yes, my Captain. Out there must be the answer.” Venar and Captain looked out at the stars before them. “One world around one of those stars holds the final solution.”

  Once the system had been identified and he had gone through what was for him the formality of reviewing what his scout had discovered, Amlax would act. He would move swiftly, decisively, and precisely. The colony planet spinning somewhere in the space before him would soon come to heel.

  Whoever dwelled there would feel his power—and the power of the armada of ships cruising to the aft of his mastercraft. Outside in space, they followed in the wake of Amlax’s ship, identical versions of the vessel that Amlax commanded, armed with formidable power and carrying full complements of crew.

  Together, the mastercraft and the armada, with all hands aboard, would be enough to surround and capture the planet that the scout had discovered. And the planet, once a colony of some other world, would come into the power of the Scodax.

  CHAPTER SIX

  The sheets of Thrax’s bed were warm from long hours of rolling about and mad, hard humping, and were moistened with perspiration and ejaculate. Thrax had been as relentless as ever. He had screwed Agena up, down, and across the bed all night and all morning. He had mounted her, had her straddle him, put her on his lap, put her on her side, and drilled her furiously from behind.

  He had straddled her chest and slid his pole between her breasts before climbing back down her body, hitching her knees over his shoulders, and plunging his long and demanding tool into her womanhood. They had taken turns orally pleasing each other and curled up in voracious 69’s. A couple of times, Agena had almost thought she would pass out from his savage plundering of her body, but he had felt so inexpressibly wonderful that she’d held on tight and stayed awake to revel in every delirious moment of his coupling.

  He’d erupted into her with one geyser of seed after another until they both were so spent and sated that they fell into a tangle of naked limbs on the bed and plummeted into sleep. They did not
sleep long. As soon as the morning light struck them, they stirred out of slumber and coiled into a kiss, and Agena descended his body and took his morning hard-on into her mouth, bringing him instantly to full and total arousal.

  He mounted and entered her twice more, pouring streams of seed into her womb, before at last, the two of them lay entangled across the bed with Agena’s head on his chest. Contented beyond words, she petted the dragon’s dragon that had been inside her while Thrax fondled her bottom.

  With a deep breath, taking in the scent of what he had been doing to her and what they had been doing to each other all night, Thrax said, “It is ironic.”

  Agena lifted her head to look into his darkly handsome, stubbled, drunken-looking features. “What’s ironic?” she asked.

  “The way that I’ve felt about Courtship for all these years. The way I have objected to it, resented the idea of it, and wanted it to have no claim on my life. I held it at bay like an enemy that was circling me, an opponent that I had to fend off. I thought it was everything I did not want. All that I wanted in life was my duty and abundant sex.

  I never wanted abundant sex to be my duty. And now…this. I didn’t know that it would come to this. I didn’t know that when I finally could not defer Courtship any more, when I finally could not hold at bay my part in populating my planet…that a thing like was what would await me.”

  “Like what?”

  Thrax used the hand that was not caressing her buttocks and sifted his fingers through her hair. “Agena,” he said, “I have known at least as many females as you have males, and very probably more. And yet, for all the sex that I’ve had, I’ve never felt anything to compare with being inside you.

  Each time I’m inside you is the best time I’ve ever had. Each time I come in you, and feel you come with me, I feel something like the way it feels to be a Knight. I feel as if I’m part of something more, something greater than myself. Is that the way our sex feels to you? It is, isn’t it?”

  Agena smiled at him. She kissed that magnificent chest, rubbed her nose against its hairs, and took in the scent of him. She looked back at him and answered, “You make me feel like I’ve won something a hell of a lot better than any prize.”

  Returning her smile, he raised his head and leaned in to kiss her, a long, sweet kiss.

  “I guess you ran out of deferments to Courtship at just the right time,” she said.

  “Yes, I did,” he said. “For I don’t believe I’ve ever enjoyed lying with any female, my own kind or human, as much as I enjoy topping you. If a child I must make, it should only be from the feeling that I have when I slip myself deep into you. Each time, Agena, I wish it could never end. I wish it could be one coupling and one coming after another, for as long as we live.”

  “It practically has been,” she said. “You’re a dragon through and through.”

  “I’m a dragon who wants nothing more than to be in you,” he replied with the most wickedly sexy look on his face that she’d ever seen on a man in her life.

  That look could only mean one thing, Agena knew. In a second, she was on her back with her legs in the air again. In another second, she was under Thrax, glorying in the press and flex and push of his muscles, dizzy from the feeling of his steel-hard rod slipping back into her. Welcoming his mighty thrusts, moaning into his wet kiss, and enjoying the prickly rustle of his stubble against her face, Agena appreciated what he had said before about hoping it would take him a long time to make her pregnant.

  Much as she wanted the child, her most overreaching desire now was for the body and phallus of its father. She let him take her, driving his piece into her like the flagpole of a conquering warrior claiming a new world, feeling him stretch and plunder her wetness, and after a time, feed a filling wetness of his own into her. And it was the most perfect thing in her life, as he’d said it was in his.

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  After breakfast, Thrax and Agena settled into a bath, and for the first time since their first time, they did nothing but hold each other while sitting in the warm water. They both felt sustained and nourished by all the intimacy they had shared since that first morning, and they were contented in a way that neither of them had ever felt before.

  At length, they rose from the bath and toweled each other off, smiling and lightly kissing, feeling a curiously innocent kind of arousal, more like young children comparing bodies than adult lovers who had been as completely together as it was possible for two people to be. They had a sense of awakening and discovery at just being naked together. Agena smiled a beaming smile at the sight of Thrax’s man-staff stiffening and lengthening to erection once again, as if she were watching a time-lapse holograph of a wild flower blooming and showing its stigma. Keeping hold of her towel, she took him by the hand and led him back to bed.

  Agena stretched Thrax out on his back on the bed. His staff stood at full attention. She pulled back his foreskin as if his maleness were a delectable fruit rather than a mouth-watering piece of meat. A bead of sap welled up from the opening at the tip. She licked it up with the tip of her tongue and then slid her mouth down over the thick, juicy length.

  She sucked him long and hard and delicately played with his plums, taking the opportunity to lick and suck at them as well. Thrax wrapped the mighty pillars of his legs around her, enclosing her in his thighs. Returning her attention to what stood saluting her, she started to suck heartily at it once more.

  Thrax reared up on his elbows and brushed her hair, telling her that he was ready for another go between her legs. But Agena gently pushed him back down onto the bed, letting him know that she would not be done with him until she had finished him. Thrax grunted out his delight, his entire body suffused with warmth from her attentions.

  He realized what was happening now. She was telling him with her specific deeds what had been evident all along. Agena wanted him for something more than just reproduction, more than just making a baby. For the first time, she was having him in a way that would not send his seed into her. She was having him just to have him.

  Her urgent but tender sucking, and the feelings behind it, filled Thrax with not just sensual joy, but with a kind of pride that he had never known. She sensed through the data collector that his time was approaching, and it brought the tingle of oncoming orgasm into her as well. Anxiously anticipating, she let his fleshy bludgeon slip from her mouth while tenderly massaging his sac.

  Thrax flung open his legs and stomach and arched his back, and rewarded her attentions with a white gusher that fountained up from the tip of his piece and splattered all over and down his stomach. His sticky cream coated his ab muscles and rolled from his skin onto the bedsheets. While Thrax gasped out the waves of pleasure rolling through his body, Agena was hit with a spasm of ecstasy that made her twitch and writhe between his legs and throw back her head onto his thigh.

  She cried out, gulping and whooping at the climax transmitted from him to her. She trembled at the sweet aftershocks of it, and lay there against him, blissed-out from this most special exchange of pleasures.

  Once the euphoric feelings had subsided, or at least ebbed to the point that she could do more than just lie there, Agena took the towel and wiped the slickness from Thrax’s skin, inhaling the sweet and musky smell of it, cleaning him off while he lay with eyes closed, subtly chuckling from the feeling of the cloth against the plates of his stomach muscles. Once she had wiped him off, she let the towel lie at the foot of the bed. She climbed up to lie at his side, and he gathered her up in his arms and kissed her.

  “Thank you for that, Agena,” he said. “I’ve never felt so completely wanted, so totally desired.”

  “That’s because you are,” she said. “I know now—I think I’ve known all along—I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. Not just to give me a child, but to give me everything you’ve given me. Thank you, Thrax.”

  Thrax pulled her head to his chest and held her. And for a while, they were still and drifted off back to sleep.r />
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  Late in the morning or early in the afternoon, their sleep abruptly ended.

  Thrax was the first to bolt awake. He had cast off his duty to be with Agena, but not his training or his instincts. He recognized the sound from drills and demonstrations that every Knight and Corpsman knew, and from tests that every citizen of Lacerta remembered. It was a howling, loud and insistent, that rolled along the skin and made the nerves dance.

  He jumped upright on the bed, as if prodded by an electric lance, and listened. Agena stirred awake, frowning and shuddering at the sound and the feeling that it produced, and sat up beside him, wrapping her arms around his arm. Half-groggy but growing tense, she asked him, “Thrax, what is that?”

  Without looking at her, he replied, “The Colonial alarm. There’s a situation. I’ve got to get my badge.”

  He jumped up and out of the bed and raced from the room. Agena, unnerved at seeing him instantly flip from lover back to Knight, gathered up the towel from the foot of the bed and wrapped herself in it as she got up to follow him. They were in her bedroom, on her side of the suite. He was heading for his side, where he had put his armor skin, powerblade, and badge.