He tried to scream, but only air escaped, primitive, uncontrolled breaths. The Sexterminator bent over to his hip. Her lizard tongue flicked up his side. He quaked, his stocky stature almost flailing against his restraints, beast primal. He spoke no words. Keeping her tail coiled around his cock, the Sexterminator touched her fingertip to the base of his skull and delivered a stream of triggering energy. Like a dysfunctional robot, his body jerked and spasmed intense orgasms. Endless pleasure, endless pain wracked him. The instant the Sexterminator released him, words tumbled from his drooling mouth. He stared straight ahead, his eyes brightly glazed. As he spoke, her tail wedge stroked his cock.
Precisely how he had stolen the data cube rambled from his lips, his escape to Yemisque, his knowledge of her chase. But not who she was. Not until later when he had observed her sprinting from the Outlander, chased by Dred. The holo replay finished.
“There’s more,” Katta whispered the obvious. “Know which craft is his? There were several similar craft.”
“Scanned. No indication of your data cube. His craft is on destruct, Corporal.”
“And you don’t have the expertise to disarm.” Katta spoke her understanding. “If I had my official ship it would be an easy operation.”
“My ship’s tech,” Zio reminded as he caressed her shoulders.
“An extension on my carnal promise.” Katta folded her arms, thrust her hip with attitude. Fate was a damn asteroid storm pelting her.
“As further investigation, all Yemisque staff who interacted with the Ambassador Alligator will interview.” The Master of Security opened the dome room to direct view.
The Ambassador glared red hatred in their direction. His cock stood half mast, inflating the moment the lizard Sexterminator returned. His period of recovery was over. Her tail slithered enticingly around his black thick pods, coiled. She seized the base of his cock, brought him between her legs and mounted him vigorously. His features froze to raging pleasure, changed, then froze to ultimate rapture. Barely allowing his recovery, she dismounted. Touching the base of his skull, she brought him to another orgasm, one so fierce he trembled, dangling from his restraints.
Unwinding her tail, the Sexterminator deftly rubbed one finger just behind his sagging testicles, sending him into another savage orgasm. He twitched cruel pleasure and collapsed, hanging from his wrists. As her fingertip touched the base of his skull, she asked him to tell the truth about who he was, entirely tell the truth. Tauntingly, her fingertip pressed by degree.
“Agent for the Pelobb,” he croaked desperately. “They want control. Set up the glacier bitch’s sire. Want the most honorable to fall first. Lesson to the others.”
“Crime trading syndicate,” Zio dark-spoke. “Currently at war with the Yiguyx syndicate for territory.”
The Sexterminator sang enchantingly to him then asked him where the data cube was. Her fingertip brushed over the base of his skull. “No!” He yelled hoarsely as she delicately pressed. “Passed it. Don’t know where it is. Stayed here to keep the bitch tracking me.”
“Lie.” Katta glanced up at the monitor for confirmation. “Do me a fantabulous favor, Master of Security. After I ask the stallion a question.”
“What, my woman?”
“How good is your super fun ship at tracking?”
“Follow him to his rendezvous?” Zio stroked his palm along her shoulder, cupped her neck.
“Along that idea.”
“Outfitted to track you, my prettiest.”
“Let him escape,” Katta confidently spoke.
The Sexterminator punished her carnal victim with another orgasm. Hanging like a corpse, he screamed in agony.
“Escape. What if your data cube is still here, Corporal?” The Master of Security demanded, not convinced.
“It’s not here. He passed it off somewhere between here and my world, to have it passed back. See my fire mark through his shoulder?”
“Your will, my favorite Corporal.” The Master of Security shrugged. “I can arrange it. He’ll believe it was his superior warrior ability.”
“That’s why I adore you, Master of Security.” Katta flashed him a grin. “Let the Sexterminator have her erotic torture-play with him. Tell me what else she discovers.”
“She’ll continue persuasion. What if he uses another ship, Corporal? Can’t use tracking on him after he escapes. Too fierce wary.”
“With your permission, I can track the ships departing Yemisque.” Zio turned her away from the orgasm-convulsing enemy, ever the protecting stallion.
“And if he doesn’t depart, the retrieval of your data cube is here?” The Master of Security raised his brows.
“Permission to handle the situation without harm to anyone. Although I believe he would choose a contingency plan over remaining here.” Katta shut her eyes briefly, relieved not to be watching. There was a grisly component to the scene, even if it was crucial to saving her father and perhaps her world.
“Permission. Only because it’s you, Corporal Kattalonia. And permission, only because it’s you, my friend. Stay in contact. My command to both of you.”
Katta nodded. Zio propelled her from the grunting hoarse screams of their syndicate enemy on carnal overload.
“Knew it wouldn’t be in-and-out easy,” Katta muttered. “What do you know about the Pelobb?”
“Not many specifics. Got a friend who knows a whole lot more.”
“Past conquest? Past lover? Carnal enhancement costumer? Another stud bud?”
Possessively, he captured the nape of her neck. “Past conquest turned friend. Only.”
“This is just too star-happy great, Mr. Stud Bud. Now I have to constantly run into your conquests here, there, intergalactic everywhere. Did you ever think of that? That if you did decide on one woman, this would be the too lovely, horrible result?”
“Yielding to our destiny together, prettiest?”
“No! No, you bad stallion. Why bother to answer a question you can’t answer?”
* * * *
Zio guided his fiery adorable mate toward a guest transport waiting for them. He lifted her on board then stepped up beside her, her irritable mood nipping at him like a filly. “Next investigative move, my Kattalonia?”
“Could you scan his craft if we knew which one?” She paced the small transport, and Zio knew she tuned into her warrioress instincts.
“Find out more than our Master of Security?”
“He’s top notch here, but I have a more experienced eye on a scan. Can you do it without stepping on his Adonis toes?”
“I have direct access to his original scan. Back to my ship?”
She faced him, challenged him with her gaze.
“Our arrangement when I’m in Yemisque, keep another security nose up,” Zio answered his fierce filly.
“Fascinating. But just when do you have time? Carnal constant activities and all?”
“Extreme sensory faculties between activities. Katta, the Ambassador is not the man I smelled near the Outlander, but their odors are similar indicating genetic kinship.”
“Syndicate operatives never travel alone.” She paced again, obviously thinking swiftly. “The key now is recovering the data cube.” She halted, leaned on the rail, and rubbed the back of her neck. “Do we hit the high lust spots, let your ‘sensory faculties’ loose on the unsuspecting revelers, or check the craft scan?”
“My faculties, your flame knowledge of the Alligator, I’ll be your tour guide.”
“Just lovers searching for their next lust playground?” Her tone half-mocked. “Black hole, still staying in character is crucial.”
“What else, my woman?” Zio approached, took hold of his filly, ruling her against him. Reaching over to the panel, he set in their course. As they air lifted gradually, he touched her face, his palm caressing her softness. “Katta, in my culture all my past conquests would be viewed as normal, of no concern.”
“Not in my world. Not in most of the galaxy.” Katta breathed in
sharply. “Not in my heart, not in my soul.”
Briefly, Zio pressed his woman’s face to his heart. “I will care for you, Katta. Take care of you.”
She pulled back from him. “Do you mean my raging emotional state?”
“I will simply prove how much you are mine.”
Katta rolled her eyes. Her body tingled sparks of desire at the same time, frustrating her wildly. He probably would prove it. But that was just one more rampaging conflict inside her.
“Why don’t we just concentrate on saving my father. And since you’re going to do it anyway, be your stallion-rutting self, just don’t incapacitate me with your stud juices.”
He slid his hand down her outer thigh, claiming her as his. “Yes, your desire, my sumptuous beauty.” Leisurely, he stroked her as they both gazed over the passion-romping landscape.
Katta watched a chase game below. Ten naked women giddily ran from a group of naked men over a long stretch of luscious meadow. A stroked filly is a happy filly. She dry spoke her own reluctant enjoyment.
“And a happy stallion.”
You’re not always supposed to mind connect!
“Important for our surveillance.”
Unable to argue that point, Katta focused, sending her flame out searching for anything familiar. She crowded out the disturbing thought of more time with the dominant stallion.
Zio caressed his Kattalonia’s bare haunches, glad she hadn’t insisted on undergarments, useless on Yemisque, except for carnal fantasies. Below, the sultry orange theater of lust constantly changed in performance, artistic to his eye, now art pleasure to his senses. The scent drifted, a wisp, nearly elusive. Instantly he sent the transport in that direction. Alert and focused, he followed. Pulling his woman close, he seized her waist.
He stiffened, realizing he’d caught a scent, Katta didn't interfere. Savage with his own instincts, he watched her laser her gaze, searching their surroundings for any potential danger. They soared toward a section of beach, far from the Outlander. The orange-reddish sand glistened invitingly. One couple, giant in stature, their muscular bodies oil-gleaming, battled each other for erotic supremacy, as was encouraged in their world's culture. Couples frisky-played in the shallow waters of the serene-lapping sea. Groups frolicked in various athletic sex games or performed primal dances with each other.
In the far distance, a horse galloped along the surf. As they zoomed closer, Katta leaned forward, and pointed. “I see a rider.”
Chapter Eight
“He’s astride Mhaya,” Zio fierce-spoke, his jaw grim.
“Give me the panel. I’ll fly. You grab him off her. I’ll fire-stun him if needed.”
Zio released control, crouching down on the edge of the transport. One hand on the bottom rail, he leaned forward and readied himself. Hoping the man didn’t hear or sense their flight, he felt Katta smoothly slipped them closer. Lower and lower, they cruised unnoticed.
Hope your stud bud will be understanding if he’s an innocent.
“No one rides a mare without her permission!”
Understood, stallion.
Knowing Mhaya’s distress, Zio grabbed the man’s flowing copper hair. He yanked upwards, stood, and dropped him onto the transport floor. He stepped on his throat. “Who are you?” He used the language the man heritage-resembled.
“I’d answer him, wormhole. He obviously doesn’t like you. Or what you were doing to his friend.” Katta used galactic vernacular and set the transport on cruise.
The rugged-looking man gripped Zio’s lower leg with brute strength. Zio slowly crushed. Kneeling swiftly, Katta slapped her palm against the man's cheek.
“Do you know what it feels like if I blaze directly into you, wormhole idiot?” Cold, hard as ice, she continued, “Your body burns like the inside of a plasma explosion. You won’t escape your body, I promise. And I can make it last a universe of time.” Katta sent a tiny spark into him. His eyes bulged and he released Zio’s leg.
“Who are you?” Zio growled.
“Tail,” Katta warned, seeing his lizard tail emerge. She sparked him again. He coughed, blanched white. His tail fell limp.
“Three choices,” Zio savaged. “My woman cooks you slowly from the inside out. The Sexterminator. Or my private discovery booth. Then I deliver you to justice on my world.”
“Make a bargain,” he choked out, after Zhio lessened the pressure. “Protection and I talk.”
“What kind of protection?” Katta dripped her cold calm voice over him. “I’m in a cranky mood.”
“Asylum on your world, Corporal.”
“So you can infiltrate? I’m not happy, enemy. I’m thinking the discovery booth….”
“Blensur, syndicate mercenary,” he choked out. “Watch Out partner for the Ambassador. Thought horsie girl could tell me something.”
“Data cube, where is it?” Katta seared her voice, raised the heat level of her palm.
“Circux messenger. Supposed to pass here. Me or the Ambassador.”
“When?” Zio subtly rolled his boot back and forth on Blensur’s throat.
“Next day. Won’t happen now.”
“Where?” Zio pursued.
“Pass back of the Outlander. Couple connection inside.”
“Mind contact with the Ambassador?” Zio heard the itch to fry him boil in Katta’s voice.
“Yes. Couldn’t contact him.”
“Genetic kinship?” Zio growled.
“Half cousin. He brought me in.”
“Let me guess. You want out, gettin’ tired of all the gory assignments.” Katta used her voice to sear him instead of searing him with her palm’s fire.
“Never wanted in. Syndicates run everything. Not like your world.”
“Who’s the woman?” Katta demanded, feeling it in his matrix.
“You’ll bake me like a volcano-caught toad.”
“Goddess cruel!” Katta jerked upward, jerked her hand back in case she did toad-fry him. “No!” She leaned back on her haunches. “You want my sister?”
“Sweetest woman ever,” Blensur crooned as he could, sounding like a lovesick swain.
“Oh my, goddess…if that’s true, how could you ruin our father?”
“Figured I could go back, protect him.”
“How? Bring him into your syndicate?”
Zio removed his foot and bent to grip Blensur’s vest. He hauled him up, bringing them eye-to-eye. “You ever bring one moment of harm to my woman’s sister or her father, any of her family, and the stampede over your hide is mine.”
“After I blister him to excruciating agony.” Katta stood, still tempted to toad-fry him. “What haven’t you told us?”
“I can find out the betrayers in your world.”
“Does the Ambassador know the betrayers?” Katta pierced his matrix energy with her power, her own truth o’meter.
“He suspects. But so far, the dealings have been by untraceable proxy.”
“Just how do you propose to find out?” Katta scowled. “Especially if the syndicate wants you on a plasma stick?”
“Double dealing. Pretend infiltration of your world.”
“Oh, this is just nova superb!” Katta crossed her arms and glared. “Yeah, even if you tell the truth now, at the drop of a hint you’ll triple deal. Or whatever you label it.”
“If I form a unit under your command, created to keep the syndicate off your world, my level of truth would always be available to you.”
Katta glared, paced. And thought. Her sensing indicated he told the truth. Still… “Pass the Master of Security’s truth analyzer, I’ll consider your offer.”
“Agreed, Corporal.”
“Anymore of your ilk lurking about?” Zio hauled Blensur higher, off his feet.
“Not to my current knowledge. No contact has been made with me or the Ambassador.”
Zio darling, Katta sang, put our new friend down, will you? Contact your stud bud. Inquire how he would prefer to handle this matter.
Aim
your fire power at him, prettiest, and I will.
Katta aimed, and watched as Zio dropped the man like a port anchor.
“I believe he wants an apology.” Katta stared at the man who recovered his footing swiftly enough. He was what her sister preferred in looks, sans the lizard tail. Katta didn’t even want to think about what erotic uses her sister could conceive of for that ability. If Jessa was even remotely carnal for him beyond what had obviously already occurred.
“I offer my apology," Blensur began. "Your friend approached me. I took advantage of her lusting interest, her unhappiness with you.”
Zio only scorched Blensur with his gaze and answered the Master of Security to give their current location.
“I’d be on my best cooperative behavior,” Katta warned. “The Master of Security particularly dislikes syndicate operations here.”
Blensur nodded. “Jessa ever talk about me?”
“She knows better. Too much for my delicate ears.”
“We spent three heavenly nights together.” Blensur dreamily smiled.
Katta blinked and stared. Truth, if it were the truth, was stranger than the strangest galactic fiction.
“Three,” she murmured. “She must have appreciated your manly qualities.”
“I think she appreciated being held in my arms the most.”
Katta blinked rapidly, more than relieved to see the security transport arrive.
“You be a good boy,” she encouraged. “And I’ll see about asylum, and all the rest of it.”
Blensur bowed formally to her. Then he stepped over to the security transport, hovering next to them.
* * * *
Katta dropped her firing hand, wanting to sit, but not collapse on the transport’s floor. “Bizarre.” She half-leaned on the railing for support.
“Food,” Zio ruled. “My woman needs to keep her flames high.” He picked her up by the waist and gazed into her eyes.
“Fires as in my flame. Or my carnal fires?”
“All your fires require stoking, prettiest.”
“And you’re just the stallion to do it.” Katta couldn’t resist what tripped over her tongue.
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