by Cynthia Sax
Sabria stared after Darius, yearning to follow him, her thoughts and emotions in turmoil. He’s an assassin, a dreaded Balazoid, a species known for their atrocious treatment of women, and I want him. I want him so much.
“Arrive soon, brother.” Sabria studied the night sky. Some of the ships flying above her must be Balazoid, Darius’ presence on Symrah III indicating an impending invasion. “I’m in grave danger.” The upcoming war between the Balazoids and the Federation frightened her less than the feelings inside her heart.
Chapter Two
I’m broken and she’s the source of my deviation.
Darius leaned against a pillar on the docking bay, his form shrouded in darkness, shadows being his natural habitat, and he watched the little female as she talked with a smiling male, the male’s fast-talking breeder and their squirming offspring.
He shouldn’t have placed that tracking device upon her neck. Once he’d activated the device, he had to follow her. He found her fascinating, her ferocity and fearlessness matching his, her skill at killing adorably competent, yet lacking his finesse, her kindness toward the bots she repaired giving him a hope he shouldn’t nourish.
She is a female. And human. Darius curled his top lip, disgusted by his weakness. He saw nothing unusual in her appearance, her hair long and black and sinfully soft, her cheekbones delicate and tanned, her brown-eyed gaze unnervingly direct. She had curves, ill-disguised in her manly outfit, the dark fabric stretching over firm breasts and a perky ass as she hugged the larger breeder. I can’t stop thinking about her.
Sabria. Darius turned her name over in his mind, savoring the syllables. He’d tapped into the Federation system and accessed her surprisingly sparse files. Her brother, a killer similar to himself, had hired himself out on a merc job, leaving her on Symrah III. She was alone on the planet…as he was.
If I wasn’t a Dreck, I’d take her as my breeder and use her for release until I tired of her. Darius ran his hand over his skull, his closely cropped human hair agonizingly different from the verme of the Balazoids, providing physical proof of his unworthiness.
Sabria stepped away from the passenger ferry and waved at the trio, their departure the fourth she’d witnessed in two days, her discretion pleasing Darius. None of the family units she had conversed with expressed fear or worry upon going off-world and there had been no widespread panic. She’d kept knowledge of his presence to herself, allowing the Balazoid invasion to unfold as planned.
Sabria glanced around her furtively before moving toward the exit. Darius followed, his curiosity ensnared. She stepped into the light, the solitary aging sun tinting the crowded walkway pink. He slinked along the shadows, inhaling the floral scent of her hair and the tantalizing musk of her pussy, as she navigated the maze of buildings. Pedestrians turned into alcoves, leaving them one by one, until they were alone.
Sabria turned a sharp right and disappeared into an alley. Darius stood at the entrance and listened, hearing her quick breaths.
Does she think to ambush me? Darius withdrew his favorite dagger and grinned, excited by that possibility. He stepped soundlessly into the alley. Metal flashed. He spun her around and slammed her body into the side of the building, knocking the dagger from her hand.
“Too slow.” Darius wrenched her arm behind her and pushed her face into the simulated stone. He leaned into her, smelling her hair and pressing his hard cock against her tight ass, the experience of touching her, a real female, unique.
“I know.” Sabria turned her head and smiled at him, the Dreck. “No one moves like you do.” She wiggled enticingly, the brush of her soft curves against him spiraling his desire higher. The simulator females offered a warm pussy for his release. Sabria used her entire body to pleasure him.
Pleasure? Darius pushed away his insane thoughts. Balazoids don’t view release as pleasure. “Be still.” He shook Sabria, the source of his temporary madness. “Why didn’t you inform the authorities of my presence?” He asked the question haunting him.
“And tell them what?” She raised one finely arched black eyebrow, unfazed by his rough handling. “I ran into a Balazoid assassin while I was killing one of their men? No thank you. That type of information landed my brother a life sentence in one of the toughest Federation prison planets.”
“You’d escape the prison as he did.” I’d ensure that. Darius frowned, the scent of her arousal toying with his thought processes. “Why haven’t you left the planet? You know what is about to happen.” Her wrist was small and fragile under his fingers. One squeeze and he’d break her bones.
“You had your question.” Sabria tossed her head back, her black hair rippling in waves over her shoulders. “It’s my turn to ask you one,” she declared as though she was in charge of the situation, as though he hadn’t captured her and was holding her life in his hands. “Why are you following me?”
How does she know I was following her? Darius loosened his grip, searching for a reason for his slipping skills. “I’m broken.”
“You want to release inside me.” Sabria taunted him with his unnatural yearnings and Darius’ cock twitched, the urge to take her tremendous. “You want to yank down my pants, bend me over and fuck me into the wall.”
“I’m not an animal,” Darius grunted, wanting exactly that. “I don’t fuck.” He flipped her around to face him, wishing to read her expressions. “Why haven’t you left Symrah III? You’re in grave danger if you remain.”
Sabria lifted her pointed chin, her brown eyes glittering defiantly. “If you want me, what’s stopping you?” She ignored his question. “Is your cock too good for my pussy?”
“You’re a stubborn female and you talk too much.” Darius dropped his gaze to her lips, remembering how sweet she tasted. “This is why Balazoids muzzle their breeders.”
Muzzling her would reduce temptation. Sabria’s small pink tongue darted between her lips, wetting her flesh, and Darius loomed closer, lured by her subtle signals. I may look like a Dreck, but I am a Balazoid to my soul. He gritted his teeth. I will prove myself. I will control the primitive side of my nature.
“And how many breeders have you muzzled?” She leaned into him, her breath wafting on his chin.
“Drecks aren’t allotted breeders. Dominant foreign genes are not to be passed on to future generations.” He recited the official ruling, his gaze fixed on her open mouth.
One more kiss and I’ll leave her. Darius brushed his lips over hers, tasting ripe, decadent fruit, the unique flavor speeding his heartbeat. Excitement flowed through him stronger than the rush after a kill.
One more kiss is not enough. He cupped her soft cheeks, holding her still as he conquered her mouth, tracking her sweetness. Darius closed his eyes, the darkness heightening his other senses, her taste, touch and scent magnified. He savored the stolen embrace, knowing it should never happen again, the primitive act of kissing forbidden to Balazoids.
And their kiss was primitive, savage and forceful. They dueled with their tongues, striking, retreating, feinting to the left and to the right, battling for dominance. Darius demanded capitulation, the complete submission of his strong female, and when Sabria finally moaned against his lips, her surrender was heady and exhilarating.
She wiggled closer to him, her curves fitting perfectly into his hardness, her breasts flattening against his chest, her mons rubbing over his engorged cock, the leather of his pants strangling his erection. He yearned to be free of clothing, to feel her skin slide along his.
“Take me, Darius,” she murmured, her voice husky.
He stiffened, opening his eyes. “Drecks don’t release inside the pussies of real females.” He stepped away from her and his body screamed a protest. “And I’m a Dreck, a Balazoid,” he announced, needing to hear those words, to reaffirm his identity. “Not some undisciplined human.” He glared at her, angry at her for tempting him and at himself for being tempted.
Sabria’s mouth twitched as though she found his conflict amusing. “You’re no
t all Balazoid. I’ve read your files, Darius.” His name flowed out of her mouth with a musical lilt, the sound enticing. “I know what a Dreck is. It means your human side is dominant.”
“It means I have human features.” Darius swept his hand over his cursed hair, flattening the strand he could never keep in place. “But other than that, I assure you I’m Balazoid.” He looked down at her, ignoring the tempting softness of her lips. “The Federation file on me is incorrect.”
“Who says I read the Federation file?” Sabria grinned, touching the back of her neck. “Isn’t that why you left me the tracking device? So I could access the Balazoid system?”
He stared at her, impressed with her intelligence and horrified that she’d placed herself in danger. “If they discover you’ve accessed the system—”
“They won’t,” she assured him, her smile overly confident. “You can’t release inside my pussy?” Darius nodded, his head spinning from her swift change in topic. “Is there a law against releasing inside my mouth?” She smacked her lips. “Or my ass?” She wiggled.
Is that possible? Darius hardened to the point of pain. “It isn’t civilized.”
“Not at all civilized.” Sabria placed her palms on his chest, the connection shooting down to his groin. “It’s savage and wild and very, very naughty.”
One of her hands drifted lower and he sucked in his breath. Her fingertips trailed over his stomach muscles and rested over his cock. “Find release in my mouth, Darius.” She outlined his cock head with her fingers, pressing the leather into him. “Cover my tongue with your hot cum.”
Darius forced himself to remain still as she played with his cock. “Females don’t touch.” She lowered to her knees and unfastened his pants, peeling the leather away from his hot skin. “We only use their pussies, not their mouths, finding release quickly.” Sabria wrapped her soft fingers around his shaft and Darius’ panic increased. “Anything else is forbidden.”
“I won’t tell.” She smiled at him while she pumped his cock, her fingers golden against his white skin. “And if I did tell, who would believe me? I’m a mere female.”
Mere female? Darius snorted. Sabria held all of his power in her small hands, showing him delights he’d never imagined were possible. He watched her as she stroked him, her face glowing with joy, joy over pleasing him, a Dreck.
“Pleasure in release is forbidden for all Balazoids.” His voice lowered to a deep rumble. “Release is necessary, not enjoyed,” Darius recited, clinging to the last remnants of his control.
“No pleasure, huh?” She gripped him harder and he jerked, an acute delight flowing over him. “So you don’t enjoy my hand on your cock?”
“No,” he lied, swaying his hips into her touch.
“And if I lick you.” Sabria extended her pink tongue. She wouldn’t…would she? He tensed, anticipating her touch. “You won’t enjoy that either?” She swept her tongue over his sensitive tip, scooping up his pre-cum.
“No,” Darius called out, shamefully verbalizing his weakness. His face flushed and his determination strengthened. I will pass this test. He set his palms on the top of her head, her hair soft against his skin. I will control my urges. Sabria flicked her tongue over him, teasing his rim, prodding his slit, and Darius buried his fingers in her hair, twisting her curls in his fists, desperately holding on to his dignity.
“I suppose sucking you dry won’t please you at all.” She inhaled his cock, her lips pressing against his shaft, taking him farther and farther into her hot, wet mouth.
Darius’ eyes rolled back in his head, his control battered by an ecstasy he’d never before known. “At all,” he repeated mindlessly, forgetting why he had to, needed to, resist this pleasure. His cock head tapped the back of her throat and she tilted her head to take all of him, her lips sealed around his base.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his balls aching, his brain numb with sexual bliss. No simulator female’s pussy compared with Sabria’s wondrous mouth, her suction maintaining an unbearable level of stimulation.
She pulled back and he groaned, the slide of her lips over his shaft sending waves of joy up his torso. Sabria looked upward, their gazes met and she smiled, her lips curling around his cock.
Beautiful. Darius stared. She is the most beautiful creature I’ve seen in my long, death-filled life. His fingers twitched in her glossy black hair, the urge to claim her, to keep her as his female, his breeder, overwhelming his sense of self-preservation, his need to be accepted by his home planet.
Sabria took him into her mouth once more and thoughts of the future dissipated, blazed to the ground by the fires of passion. She bobbed against him and he rocked, unable to remain still.
“I must release quickly,” he muttered, reminding himself. “A controlled Balazoid comes within three thrusts.” Sabria’s eyebrows lifted, since she unable to speak, her mouth filled with his girth. “I will release soon,” he informed her, determined to find release as a Balazoid.
Sabria sighed, air rushed around his shaft and she nodded. She increased her suction, her cheeks indenting around him, and she worked him in and out of her mouth faster and faster. The combination pushed him closer to release, yet it wasn’t enough, satisfaction dangling out of reach.
“Sabria,” he begged, past the point of pride, instinctively knowing she could give him what he wanted, what he needed, only her, only this fierce human female.
She gazed up at him, her brown eyes filled with a soft emotion he had no label for, and she cupped his aching balls, Darius’ body twitching at the contact. Sabria took him fully inside her mouth and she squeezed her fingers.
“Fuck!” he roared, thrusting forward, smacking his hips against her face. Hard jets of cum spurted from his cock, his release gloriously savage, incredibly primal. Sabria milked him with her hot mouth, draining every drop from his body and every thought from his brain.
“Sabria.” Darius shuddered, his mind blank. He petted her black hair as she leisurely cleaned his cock, her tongue darting over his skin.
A calmness fell over him, a peace, and it scared Darius. He’d been trained to kill, conditioned to think of the Balazoid cause first and only, not wanting anything for himself, yet he wanted that peace and he wanted her with a frightening ferocity.
“I hear the longer males last, the more they enjoy sex…release,” Sabria shared, his seed glistening on her lips.
My seed. Darius straightened with pride. “Enjoyment is forbidden.”
“Balazoids have a lot of rules, don’t they?” She held out her hands and he pulled her upright. He clasped her to him, their forms merging into one. “I don’t think I’d survive for long there.”
“Not as you are.” Darius’ grip on her ass tightened, the thought of Sabria strapped to a breeding chair, her talented mouth muzzled and her body shared with hundreds of Balazoid males, enraging him. “You will take the next ship off the planet,” he ordered. “You can’t stay here.”
“I’m waiting for my brother,” Sabria confessed quietly.
“You’ll wait for him on a planet far from the fighting.” Darius held her at arm’s length. “You’ll be safe there.” He yanked on his leather pants, covering the pale skin she’d touched and caressed and sucked. Once she leaves, my sanity will return. I won’t want what I can’t have.
“I might be safe.” Sabria dusted off her knees, grime from the walkway clinging to the dark fabric of her pants. “But will I be happy? Are you happy, Darius?”
Balazoids don’t feel happiness. “You won’t be happy as a breeder, Sabria. I know that.”
Her black eyelashes fluttered. “Not even as your breeder?”
Fuck. She would express my deepest wish. “Drecks aren’t allowed breeders.”
“But Balazoids have breeders.” She raised her eyebrows.
“Drecks don’t.” He skimmed his fingertips over her lips, regret twisting in his stomach.
Her face darkened. “Then you aren’t really a Balazoid, are you?” She flung her h
ands in the air. “You can follow their rules all you want, denying yourself happiness, companionship and love. Shit, you can even dress like them.” She plucked at her utilitarian pants. “But you’ll never be accepted.” She glowered, her righteous anger bewildering Darius. Why does she care? “I say fuck the Federation and fuck the Balazoids.” She stomped away from him, her boots echoing on the rock. “They aren’t worthy of us, Darius.”
Of us. His heart clenched painfully, the unnatural yearnings within him intensifying. “Leave the planet, Sabria,” Darius called after her, frantic for her safety, this female who made him feel, made him want. “Don’t make me kill you.”
She didn’t answer and he allowed her to go, unable to stop her. She’s not mine. He watched Sabria until she turned the corner, disappearing from his view and from his life. She can never be mine.
Chapter Three
Traz, where are you? Sabria glanced upward, fearfully. The sky above her had darkened with Balazoid warships, the invasion having started at daybreak. The fighting originated in the city’s core, the missiles pummeling the walkways and destroying the buildings around her.
My brother’s not coming for me. I have to save myself. Sabria ran along the darkened alley, an alley similar to the one she’d met Darius in, moving toward the outskirts of the city, zigzagging to evade the swifter Balazoid forces. The zing of gunfire echoed around her and the earth shook, the fighting growing fiercer.
A woman huddled against a wall, unconscious, her single eye closed, her chest moving with each breath, one of many women Sabria had seen this morning. Any female who hadn’t taken a Balazoid blocker had been rendered immobile, ready for pickup by the Balazoids. They’d become breeders, sexual slaves.
My fate. Sabria hid in an alcove and extracted her long-range communicator, praying it would work with the Balazoid ships filling the airspace above her. She tapped her brother’s emergency code into the device, trying once more to contact him.
