by L. M. Brown
“Huh?”
It seemed it was Trix’s turn to explain something to the human. Blushing furiously the whole time, he explained what it meant to achieve two simultaneous orgasms. “I swear I thought I’d die from the pleasure.”
Val kissed him on the cheek. “I’m very glad you didn’t. I don’t know what I’d do around here without you.”
Trix hugged her with one arm. “Do you truly hate it here?”
“Not hate, but I really want my people to come and rescue me. Or for someone to stop by and tell me where to find my damn ship so I can rescue myself and go find them.”
Trix thought back on something Farron had said the previous evening and while he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer, he had to ask Val for her opinion. “Does it bother you that I’m happy living here under the protection of those who keep slaves?”
Val stared at him. “Where did that come from?”
“Just something Farron said last night.”
“Then there was some talking as well as fucking?”
“Yes. So, does it bother you?”
Val didn’t answer for several long minutes. “No, it doesn’t. You’re doing what you must to survive. You aren’t buying slaves or keeping anyone here against their will.”
“But I’m making credits for the owners of the station, which they can use to buy more beings who have no wish to be here.”
“I guess. But let me ask you this. If I were to tell you a rescue mission was coming for me, and I needed your help to escape, would you do it?”
“Yes, of course.”
Val smiled. “And that is what makes you different to them. You’re just doing what you have to. I’d rather you are safe here on the station, where there are some protections for those who sell their body, than on a planet where prostitution is illegal and you end up starving or in a jail cell. The stupid thing about this place is that they could probably make enough credits to keep the place running without the exotic slave whores.”
“You think so?”
“I spend a lot of time asking questions, and this place pulls in more credits from the gambling halls than any other area. In fact, the whores are the lowest income of all, even including the slaves.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I think this place could run without the income from the slaves. They might have to raise the rent for the residents a little, or take a slightly larger fee from customers paying for willing whores, but I think they could do it. The problem is they don’t want to.”
“Then you don’t feel badly about me living here?”
Val wrapped her arm around his shoulder and hugged him close. “No, I don’t. You’re not responsible for the actions of others, and if you could change things, you would. Now, tell me that you took some of those seeds to prevent pregnancy.”
“Yes, though I’m not sure they’ll work. Apparently it’s not advisable to let two different species fuck you on the same night. The seeds are species-specific.”
“What do you mean?”
“If Farron, the avian, has got me pregnant, the seeds won’t work.”
“Oh dear.”
“Yeah, let’s hope that canines are as virile as they like to believe.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.”
Trix shook his head. “I still don’t understand how crossing fingers can make a difference as to anything, least of all whether I’m pregnant or not.”
Val chuckled. “Nevertheless, I’ll keep them crossed. I’ll see you after my shift. Take care.”
Trix waved her goodbye and went to wander round the station. With all the credits he had made last night, perhaps he could take in a show in one of the theatres. For the first time in a long while he had no hunger pangs in his belly. He knew they would return soon, but for now he was satisfied.
Chapter Four
Delta navigated them through the traffic as fast as was safe. Farron couldn’t wait until Delta had got him into his cabin.
In the meantime he sat in the co-pilot’s seat, blatantly palming his cock. Delta’s desire was obvious, and Farron suspected his own expression might have been similar.
Once they were in the clear, Delta put the craft on automatic. “Are you ready?”
Farron stood. “I am.”
“Then come with me and let’s see what we can do to pass the time.”
Farron followed at Delta’s heels. He had no idea what compulsion made him want to do whatever Delta asked. He had been born into one of the most powerful families of the swan clan. If his clan had still used titles, his would have been prince. He had been raised to rule, to give orders and take charge. So why did he have this desire to obey Delta’s every command?
Delta’s cabin was spacious with a gorgeous view of the starscape out of the viewer that took up the whole of the rear wall.
“You like the view?” Delta asked.
“Yes, it’s amazing.”
Delta undid Farron’s kilt and tossed it onto the nearby chair. “I like this one better.”
Farron turned his attention away from the stars and faced Delta. “What do you want me to do?” he whispered.
“Whatever you feel comfortable with,” Delta replied. “If, at any time, you want to change your mind, just say so and we stop. Yes?”
Farron nodded.
Delta sat on the edge of the bed, still fully clothed, though his arousal was evident in the bulge at his groin.
“Kneel,” Delta said.
Farron dropped to his knees before Delta without hesitation.
“Good. Now touch your cock.”
Farron wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself as he stared Delta in the eye.
“Gather your cream on your fingers and lick them.”
He had never tasted his own cream. He closed his eyes and savoured the taste.
“Look at me.”
Farron opened his eyes, his fingers still in his mouth.
“Stand up.”
He rose as ordered.
“Give me your hand.”
He held it out and let Delta lick the last of the cream.
Delta released his last digit with a long suck of the length. “Now, how badly do you want that spanking?”
Farron moaned and his cock ached.
“How badly?” Delta prompted.
“Very.”
Delta frowned. “Badly enough to beg for it?”
Farron dropped to his knees once more. “Yes. Delta, please. I need to do this. I want you to be the one to give me what I need. I’m begging you.”
“If it becomes too much for you, I want your word that you’ll tell me right away.”
“I promise.”
Delta patted his lap. “Come bend over here.”
Farron scrambled back up and slowly got himself into position over Delta’s legs.
“Comfortable?” Delta asked.
“Not really,” Farron admitted. “I feel like I’m going to roll off as soon as I move.”
Delta held him tighter. “Trust me, Farron. I won’t let you fall.”
Farron nodded.
“Do you trust me?” Delta insisted. “If you don’t, we stop this right now.”
“I trust you,” Farron replied.
“Then brace yourself,” Delta said.
A moment later Delta’s hand connected with his bare arse and Farron knew the only thing keeping him from falling was Delta.
“That’s it,” Delta encouraged as he brushed his fingers over the place he had just smacked.
Farron shivered and moaned.
“Again?” Delta asked.
Farron nodded. “Yes, please.”
Delta smacked him sharply, then twice more in quick succession.
Each time Delta’s hand came down on Farron’s arse, he moaned louder. He couldn’t believe how aroused he was. His cock ached more with every strike to his arse. Each time Delta gave him a moment to recover, he stroked his burning flesh, sending ripples of desire through his body.
“How are you doing?” Delta asked.
“Good,” Farron managed. “I’m good.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“Fuck yes!” Farron cried. “I need you to make me climax. I’m so close. Please Delta, give me more.”
Delta resumed his efforts, alternating three spanks with soft stroking and words of praise and encouragement. “Your arse is such a lovely rosy red. I wish you could see it.”
“More,” Farron whimpered.
Delta brought his hand down, harder than ever. “I can see the outline of my fingers, right here.” He traced the spot and Farron moaned again.
“I’m so close,” he said. “Please Delta. Just a few more, good and hard.”
Farron relaxed as Delta spanked him in earnest, his hand on his arse sending Farron soaring.
“Fuck!” Farron screamed as his climax shook his entire body. “Delta!”
The hand stilled against his burning buttocks as Farron lost control. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he let Delta gather him up in his arms.
“That’s it,” Delta whispered as he held him.
Farron gasped and sniffled. “I don’t know why I’m crying. Oh fuck, why am I crying?”
Delta smiled at him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “Those are tears of joy, and you should own every one of them. You did so well.”
Farron stared at him with wide eyes. “I did?”
“Yes. You were beautiful in your surrender to me.” Delta eased Farron onto the bed, making sure he was on his stomach. “Let me get some lotion to take away the burn.”
“You keep such a thing on your ship?”
Delta chuckled. “Not usually, but I picked some up from the Pleasure Station before we left. I had high hopes of needing it.”
Farron sighed and let Delta tend to his arse. “That feels good.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Now sleep a little. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“But you didn’t climax.”
“I know. We have plenty of time before we reach Cygon. This time was about you.”
“I thought I was paying for my passage with my body.”
Delta grunted. “I already told you, I’d take you home anyway, even if you didn’t want to share my bed.”
“I thought you were just saying that to get me into your bed.”
“No, I meant every word.”
“You’re a good canine.”
Delta snorted. “Apparently I’m a canine with a nose for the stranded and desperate.”
“Then you don’t think I’m a whore?”
“No, I don’t, not that there’s anything wrong with being one. Take Trix, for example. He’s a fine feline, and I don’t mind admitting that the thought of him spreading his legs for someone else makes me want to snatch him and lock him in here with you.”
“You could always hire him as your own personal whore,” Farron suggested.
“No, I couldn’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’d rather have a mate who wants me for myself, not my credits. Someone who sees me as an equal, not one who’s paid to be with me.”
“I don’t see you as an equal.”
“You don’t?”
Farron shook his head. “I see you as someone who could master me. If I wasn’t promised to Sera, I’d be happy to stay here in your bed forever.”
“I wouldn’t have any objections to you sticking around,” Delta said.
Farron sighed. “I wish I could, but I have duties back on Cygon. I can’t just fly around the galaxy with you, no matter how much I might like the idea.”
He closed his eyes and let Delta take care of him as he drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
Delta carefully slipped from the bed, making sure not to disturb Farron. Maybe he shouldn’t have invited the avian into his bed. It was a dangerous thing to want someone who was promised to another.
It was almost as bad as wanting to claim a whore as his mate.
The wolf inside him, dormant most of the time, stirred at the memories of his night with Trix and Farron. He knew the part of him that was wolf craved a true mate, wanted to bite and mark the one he would claim for life. His wolf ancestry which had set him apart from other canines since childhood, at the same time drew him to Farron. Swan avians and wolf canines both took one mate for the rest of their life. So where would that leave Trix?
Delta reminded himself that he was only part wolf, a very small part in fact, and that the wolf had been drawn as much to Trix as to Farron. Could he take two mates? Many species did. Canines weren’t known for taking more than one mate, but it wasn’t unheard of.
What would happen if he were to claim Farron? It would be so easy to sink his teeth into the soft skin of his neck, marking him as his mate. Then they could go back for Trix and…
Delta groaned and shook his head. What was he thinking? Even if he did take two mates, something virtually unheard of for a descendant of wolves, swan avians definitely didn’t. Unlike every other species Delta had heard of, swans were incapable of infidelity. Once they were mated the males could only be aroused by their mate. Farron couldn’t choose Delta and Trix, which meant any three-way relationship between them could never be one of true equals. It would be better for all of them if Delta just delivered Farron to Cygon and avoided the Pleasure Station for the next ten cycles or so. If not he would go insane thinking about the possibilities, if he hadn’t already.
I must be losing my mind.
He undressed and climbed back onto the bed, gathering Farron into his arms. The avian murmured but didn’t wake.
“If only I could keep you,” Delta whispered.
Try as he might, Delta couldn’t sleep, and eventually he gave up and returned to the flight deck. He didn’t bother to dress. He took his seat and stared out of the viewer, his mind elsewhere.
Would it be so wrong to suggest that Farron stay with him? Maybe they could even head back to the Pleasure Station and collect Trix, too. He hated the idea of Trix going hungry even more than he disliked the thoughts of Trix with other men.
He wasn’t foolish enough to believe that Trix could have fallen in love with him during their night together. But maybe in time they could become true mates.
Though where would that leave Farron? If the swan avian stayed with them, would Delta be depriving him of the pleasure that came from binding himself to just one other being?
Delta had seen many relationships with three or more people, and while some were problematic, particularly in the larger avian nests, there were others that were strong. The three felines he had spoken about were one such trio. Even from the outside, Delta could tell they were equals in their relationship. He wanted that for himself, but with Farron being the species he was, it didn’t seem possible.
No, all he could do was teach Farron everything he could about how to submit to his desires, then leave him on Cygon to mate with Sera as planned.
It was the right thing to do.
It was the only thing to do.
And it hurt more than he had ever thought possible.
* * * *
Farron stepped off Delta’s craft and touched his feet to solid ground. He couldn’t believe he was finally home, with two days to spare.
“Here we are,” Delta said. “Do you have far to go from here?”
Farron shook his head. “No. Just a short boat ride away.”
“Then I guess this is goodbye.”
“Yes.” Farron made no effort to leave.
“Are you having regrets about what we’ve done?” Delta asked, keeping his voice low.
“Not at all.” Farron smiled as he thought of his time on board the craft. He had learned so much from Delta about his desires. Even now, he felt the compulsion to bend over the flight controls and beg for Delta to pound him in the arse. He had enjoyed fucking Trix, but he realised now that his greatest pleasure came from being on the receiv
ing end.
“I have a gift for you,” Delta said. He held out a box.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.”
“But I don’t have anything for you.”
“I don’t expect anything in return. Please, take it.”
Farron took the box. “Can I open it now?”
“Yes.”
He lifted the lid and looked inside. The thin silken cords inside made his pulse quicken.
“They’re new and will be more comfortable than the ones we used earlier,” Delta explained. “Just remember, only let someone you trust completely, restrain you with them.”
“I trust you,” Farron whispered.
“And I am honoured by the trust you have shown in me during our journey here.”
“What if I can’t show the same trust in Sera?”
Delta closed the box. “You told me Sera was your best friend, someone you have known your entire life. Someone you have known a lot longer than me.”
“I know, but…” Farron shook his head. “It makes no sense for me to place my trust in you like this. Yet I do.”
Delta wrapped his arms around him and held him close. “You will trust your mate.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No, but I have to believe that you’ll be happy and cared for by him, otherwise I’ll bundle you back onto this ship and never let you go.”
Farron gave a small sob before he pulled himself together. “Thank you, Delta. For everything.”
“You’re welcome. Now, take care and have a good life.”
Farron nodded. “You too.”
He stepped away from the ramp and watched Delta walk back on board. He had only known Delta a short time, so why did he feel as if his heart was breaking?
* * * *
When Farron arrived home he found everything much as he had left it. His friends and siblings cheered his return and no one questioned why he didn’t sit down during the celebration held in his honour.
The journey on the boat had pushed him to his limits of endurance. His arse burned from the most recent spanking Delta had delivered. He had begged for harder, wanting to feel it for days afterwards, and that was precisely what he’d got.
Sera approached him with two glasses of juice. “Are you ready for our mating?”
