by Aubrey Cara
“We will do what we were create for. We will battle the Ko’sars.” He then turns back to Bek’a’s master. “Set coordinates to close enough so we can engage if we need to, but far enough out we will not be hit by shrapnel.”
Two of the Monrok shoot their leader a questioning glance at his cryptic statement before setting course.
We jump twice more with dizzying quickness. The girls groan. Trina leans into me, holding her middle. I wrap an arm around her and pull her in close. We pop into space near enough from where we had been that we can see the king’s ship in the distance, as well as a monstrous vessel docking alongside it.
“There they are,” one of the Monrok says. “Should we engage?”
“We won’t have to,” Xanthia’s master says, right before the king’s ship and the one next to it erupt in a series of explosions from the center out.
Quick blasts of fire flare before being taken by the vacuum of space, and both ships are left dotted with holes. Dark masses float out, and I realize they’re bodies. I squint, leaning forward. My Zapexian sight is better than that of the pets, but, from this distance, it’s still hard to make out the Ko’sars dark forms.
The Monrok shout their approval and surprise. “How did you know?” one asks Xanthia’s master.
Her master glances over at me and away. “I had a feeling.”
“Dag, that willy aheh. Do you think he survived?”
Xanthia’s master shrugs. “I would not have come back if I didn’t think it possible.”
My stomach pitches as I search the sky for a flash of the pale peachy skin of Dag, or an escape pod. I’d prefer to see the pod.
“There he is,” Bek’a’s master shouts. I spring up and run to the window, pressing against it to get a look. The interior light comes on in the little pod shuttle. My heart immediately drops at the sight of the tawny haired Monrok in the craft. He gives a cocky grin and a short wave as he speeds past.
Bek’a’s Monrok chuckles next to me before muttering “I’m going to kill him,”. He must notice my despair because he bows his head toward me in acknowledgment of my loss. “I’m sorry, veran. Perhaps we can send you back to Jar’jn by way of Pacbar.”
I nod. The galaxy’s capital planet would be a safe way “home.” Unfortunately, there is no longer a life for me on my planet. On Jar’jn I would be executed for not honoring the king in his death. I had banked my honor and existence on being fated to the Monrok warrior, Dag.
Hot tears slide down my face as I stare out at the wreckage. My hair hangs limp around my shoulders. My sisters were wrong. I was wrong. What will become of me, now?
Why couldn’t the stubborn Monrok just listen to me?
RYAT
I am but one.
He is not one. He has not been one for a long while, and now he is part of three. How dare he sacrifice a life that is not his to give. The fucking hadhr.
Relief and gratitude to deities I do not believe in sweep through me, momentarily eclipsing the rage choking me as the cocky aheh jets past on his way to the shuttle bay. I glance over at the veran shedding tears. I didn’t even know veran eyes were capable of such lacrimation. She’s emitting her sorrow, which tells me how distraught she truly is. Zapex of any caste never showthat kind of vulnerability in front of any creature. I look to the blown-apart ship, the scattered remains of Ko’sars black bodies floating about, and wonder if Dag is in the wreckage.
That could have been Fyhn. The thought makes something burning hot twist in chest, my throat growing tight. I push down the sensation denying it any power over me. I am Monrok. Fyhn is Monrok. We are warriors first and foremost. His actions were rational. Calculated. He did the logical thing. He deserves my accolades and pride.
Had he died, it would have been with honor.
Then the fiery burn is back in my chest, and my throat closes again, and I want to kill him. Fuck him. And fuck him again. And kill him again.
Fuck honor.
My skin feels tight, and my cybernetics keep cycling through my rage. I cannot be here any longer. I stomp over to where the pets are huddled together on the floor and scoop up Bek’a, tossing her over my shoulder. She lands with an oomph, and squirms around, but I do not break my stride.
“Are you angry master?” she asks.
“Yes,” I clip out.
“At me?”
“No.”
“Oh.” She sounds vulnerable, but I do not have the time or patience to reassure her past my monosyllabic replies.
Still, I find myself explaining, “We are collecting our mate. I mean for him to feel the brunt of my displeasure, as well as my cock ramming into his ass.” I’m not sure what makes me tell her that.
“Oh,” she says again, her scandalized surprise obvious.
We enter the shuttle bay just as he’s getting out of the scout craft. His helmet is already removed. I set our pet on her feet, take two strides, and deck Fyhn right in his grinning face.
He comes back with a right hook to my jaw. It cracks but I don’t even feel it. We grapple, until I have him pinned under me, face down. I yank at the waistband of his pants until it’s down under his ass.
“What is your problem?” he asks while I fumble with the closure of my pants.
“What is my problem?” I repeat with a snarl as I take my aching cock and fit it to his clamped pucker. I push past his tensed band of resistance and ram it into his snug hole, wanting to punish him. His flesh is dry but I forge in anyway. “My problem is you. You are not one,” I say, my thrusts unforgiving.
He snarls, and twists, slamming an elbow into my temple so hard my head snaps back.
I fist his hair, holding him down. “You wanted to mark me.” My voice comes out low, choked off by the savage rage pumping through me. “I saw it in your eyes.” I angle my hips to hit his prostate, making us both groan as his tunnel contracts on me. “You think you will mark me and then leave?”
“Is that it then?” He raises his hips back, meeting my furious strokes, the loud sound of our skin slapping heavily together echoing through the cavernous space. “You want to fucking punish me? Mark me first?” he snarls. He reaches back and gripping his hand in my hair, holding my face to his neck. “Do it. Fucking mark me. Do it!”
I reach around and fist his weeping cock and give it a tug, but I’m already knotting. He groans low in his throat, and I know my knot is pressing his prostate. I’ve never let myself come in the warm confines of his body, until now. It sears out of my cock like lightning. With a savage cry, I grind my length as far up in his ass I can go, jerking as essence pours out of me.
It takes my cybernetics a few moments to regulate my heart rate and breathing, and after it does, I notice a few things. My knot hasn’t abated in the least. Neither has Fyhn’s erection. And we are not alone.
I glance over my shoulder at our pet, who is staring wide-eyed, her fist in her mouth. The tops of her thighs glisten with cunny juice. A hoarse chuckle breaks free of me, and I wrap my arms around Fyhn’s chest, roll onto my back, and awkwardly sit us up, groaning at the drag of Fyhn’s tunnel on my cock.
“Ryat, what the f—” Fyhn’s complaint dies as his gaze lands on Bek’a. “Well, hello there.”
“I think our pet may be feeling left out.” I pull at Fyhn’s jacket and then yank his shirt over his head. Our pet’s gaze wanders over Fyhn’s bare chest, with an appreciative gleam in her eyes. I reach around and fist his cock again, leisurely stroking the shaft. Her flushed cheeks take on an even rosier hue, and she squeezes her damp thighs together. “Hmm, I think she wants to play, too.” I crook a finger at our female. “Come here, pet. We’ve got just what you need.”
Hesitantly she comes forward and then stops at our feet, fidgeting with her hands.
I crook my finger again. “All the way up here. Come straddle your sire’s lap.”
Fyhn reaches out to steady her as she steps one foot over both our hips and exposes her dripping center. Fyhn whistles low. “That’s a gorgeous cunt you have, pr
ecious. All swollen and begging to be filled.” And fuck if it isn’t. The pink flesh is glistening and ripe for the taking. If I weren’t lodged in Fyhn’s tight hole, I’d be filling hers.
“Thank you, sire,” she says, shyly looking down. Such a blameless thing, our girl.
Fyhn pulls her down to his lap and cups her face. “Did our fighting scare you?”
She shrugs than shakes her head.
“Just a bit?” Fyhn prompts, and she bites her lip.
“I think she liked it a little, too. Watching you get fucked,” I say, and her cheeks flush red. “Our little pet has naughty inclinations.”
Fyhn and I both chuckle, and I feel light and carefree again, until I look over at the open scout and recall the gut-wrenching moment I thought I was going to lose Fyhn. I flex my cock inside him, just to remind us both of my claim on him.
He gives a whole-body shiver and lifts Bek’a just enough to slide his cock home. She gasps. I reach around him, coil my fist in her hair, and bring her mouth to mine. Our little novice likes to kiss. She enthusiastically twines her tongue with mine. By the time I pull back, she’s panting, and her eyes are glazed.
“Fuck him hard, pet. Fuck him so hard we both feel it.” I roll my hips, lifting Fyhn up into our female, and her eyes flare with understanding.
“Yes, master,” she says in a wispy voice, already starting a steady rhythm. She does as she’s told and rides our mate with heavy strokes. Her breasts bob around as she bounces on his lap, with mewling little cries. Every downward thrust of our delightful little pet slams Fyhn down on my cock. I lie back to get better leverage and roll my hips up to meet her rhythm. Never one to be passive, Fyhn gets to his knees and begins fucking us both. My eyes roll back as Fyhn squeezes me just right.
I angle my hips to hit his prostate and he growls, clutching Bek’a to him as he hammers her down on him. He rides me with just as much aggression. My back arches off the floor, my essence jetting out of me just as our pet’s cry echoes around us, her head thrown back. I can feel her thighs trembling with the force of her orgasm. Fyhn’s ass rhythmically milks my knot, and I know he’s coming, his face buried in our little pet’s neck.
“I forgive you,” I say.
Fyhn chuckles. “I should be offended you thought I would die in the first place.”
“Even Lyhnx said it was a suicide mission.”
“Lyhnx isn’t one of my mates.”
“So you admit it.”
“I’m not the one who had trouble admitting we were mates.”
I curse. And somehow maneuver us all onto our sides. Holding Fhyn’s hip, I ease back, both of us hissing at the drag of my cock as it pulls free of his body. My essence spills out after me, and I groan at the sight of my milky white spunk trickling from his hole. My cock throbs to life, and I rest my chin his shoulder and reach over to stroke our girl’s soft cheek. “Do you like the feel of my essence spilling out of your hole?” I ask him.
“Not as much as you’re going to enjoy mine filling yours.”
“Why have we never done this before?”
He nuzzles Bek’a as she snuggles tight into his chest before leaning his head back against my shoulder. “We didn’t know we needed it. Not before her.”
She peers up at us with an impish grin before burying her face in Fyhn’s chest once again. Fyhn turns with her in his arms, and I scoot closer, pressing full up against her length, enjoying the warm body nestled between us.
Bek’a
“You’re very special, pet,” my master says, making my whole being glow, and I’m very relieved he’s no longer angry. He’s rather terrifying when he’s angry.
“I think she should be rewarded.” Sire’s voice is a suggestive rumble that makes me shiver all over. I’m not quite sure what I’ve done, but being rewarded is always good.
The solid body of my master shifts as he rolls me to my back. His avid gaze wanders over me as he cups my breast, pinching one of my bejeweled nipples until I arch, mewling my distress. I’ve noticed while my master kindly gives me pleasure, he likes to make it hurt it just a little. Sire trails his fingers over my breasts and belly, and I try not to squirm when he hits tickle spots.
He pulls one of my thighs up by my shoulder, exposing my weepy cunt. “Do you think you deserve a reward, pet?”
“If sire thinks I deserve one,” is my breathy reply. Master stares at Fyhn intently as he pushes my other thigh wide, making room for his large frame.
“Why are you smiling, pet?” Fyhn asks now looking down at me.
I blush, not wanting to say I’m smiling because I think they’re going to put their mouths on me.
“I do believe you should be rewarded.” He licks around my clit until the nub is an ascended little point spearing out of my hood. My body tingles with excitement. He flicks the nerve bundle with his tongue until my thighs quiver.
Abruptly he pulls away. “No!” I mewl my frustration. One more firm lick, and I would have broken apart.
“You’ll get more after we relocate, pet.” He gives me a wickedly evil smile and pulls me off the floor, kissing my mouth. “Don’t pout.”
I can’t help but pout. “I don’t like this game.”
“That’s too bad, precious,” Fyhn says as he tucks his hard cock into his pants and picks up his jacket and shirt.
“Because it may be our new favorite pastime,” Ryat say finishing Fyhn’s sentence. He swings me up in his arms and kisses the top of my head.
My cunt throbs and aches with a pulsing glow. Both of my Monrok masters look at me with heated gazes that promise I won’t be left wanting for long.
Maybe this new game is not too terrible.
LYHNX
“What now, Lyhnx?” Tal asks from the command board.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him we should carry on to Kadeema. Our brethren should know of the king’s stables, and we have the pets now. Their safety is paramount. There is no reason to travel all this way to have them killed or captured by the Ko’sars, but something holds me back. I continue staring out at the wreckage.
Unease prickles at the back of my neck. I am a highly advanced cybernetically enhanced being, yet it’s my intuition that tells me all is not as it seems.
From the corner of my eye I see a flashing light on the screen Screvan pulled up. “You’re going to want to see this.”
I tear my gaze away from the destroyed vessels, their remains floating in random directions. I am at Screvan’s side in two strides. The screen is a set diagram of the Thaain’s ship. A distress signal is going off in one of the escape pods.
Tal comes to stand at my shoulder and lets out a whoop. “Great Ramdian testicles, the old hadhr made it.”
The veran’s gaze snaps over to us, and I curse Tal’s fucking lack of subtlety. The amount of sorrow and anguish the female has been emitting is downright uncomfortable. I’m tempted to throw her out an airlock. There is no reason to raise her hopes only to crush her spirit once again, but her onyx eyes are already gleaming with life once again. Her black hair that had been hanging limp around her shoulders now rises and falls in undulating waves around her head.
“We do not know if it is Dag sending the signal or a malfunction. It could be a Ko’sar,” I say. The hearty space creatures are nearly as hard to kill as Monrok.
“We’ll have to explore,” Ren says at the window, his arms crossed as he intently studies the wreckage. His docile pet kneels at his feet, her head bowed. “If he’s alive, we might as well try to get to him.”
He is right. The Ko’sar ship is destroyed. Even if there are survivors, they have no chance against us. If Dag is alive, there’s no reason to leave him behind. I glance back down at Ren’s voluptuous blue-haired human, and then back at mine curled up in the corner next to Screvan and Tal’s pair, sleeping fitfully. Her skin is all bumpy with horripilation, likely from cold. I forgot how susceptible to such things these creatures are. I cybernetically link to the mainframe, increasing the temperature here on the
bridge.
“What should we do with our pets while we’re out searching the wreckage?” Tal asks, he and Screvan gazing wistfully at their girls all wrapped around each other in sleep.
“Where are Ryat and Fyhn?” We need at least one of them to stay behind with the females. The young Monrok give me cheeky grins in reply, and I sigh. “Can they not keep their cocks out of their new pet?”
“Or each other,” Tal snickers.
This surprises me. I had no idea they were that type of brethren. “What do they need with a female, then?”
“Females are better,” Screvan mutters, suddenly busy looking at course configurations, and Tal shrugs, also averting his gaze. I shake my head. Is everyone on this ship fucking each other?
“We’ll just have to cage the females while we are gone, then,” Ren says.
“Can’t we just let them sleep in the barracks?” Tal asks, gazing at the pets in concern.
I experience my own prickle of unease at the thought of locking Xanthia in one of the small cells. Especially after threatening her with just that as punishment, but I need to dash any thoughts of letting the girls wander free on the guard ship. I can only imagine what would happen if they accidently pressed something they weren’t supposed to.
“Absolutely not. They do not understand the operations of this vessel, and it’s just not safe for them here alone.”
“The females will be fine,” Ren grumbles. “We are wasting time. Gather your pets, and let’s be done with this.”
Tal and Screvan grumble but scoop up their sleepy girls as I lift mine into my arms. She instantly curls into me and it causes a strange warmth to unfurrow in my chest. Ignoring the sensation, I lead the way down to the brig. We have one larger holding cell that would be ideal for housing all the pets, but it is full of supplies for our voyage. We had stocked up as much as possible, unsure how long we would be searching for Thaain’s ship.
Fortunately, there is one wall lined with smaller cells that are the perfect size for our pets. They will not be able to stretch out all the way or move around over much, but we will not be gone for too long.
