UnleashedMenage

by Cynthia Sax

  “Exactly.” Falyn turned her attention back to the tablet. “There will be enough hearts broken. We don’t need one more.”

  Chapter Six

  “Come.” A deep voice sliced through Falyn’s delicious Traz-filled dream.

  “Hmmm…I’d like to.” She rolled onto her back, her eyes closed. Falyn reached out and grabbed the cover, the bed missing one big, hot, masculine body.

  “Not yet.” Callused fingers wrapped around her ankles and lifted her feet. Leather encased her skin. He released her and the boots bounced on the bed. “Get dressed first.”

  “What would be the point of that?” She opened one eye and squinted up at him. He loomed over her, his muscles covered with black fabric, his expression grim and forbidding.

  “Oh.” Falyn sat up, her pussy moistening as her awakening libido anticipated the punishment Traz never failed to deliver.

  “Yeah, oh.” He grabbed her legs, flipped her easily onto her stomach and smacked her ass hard, her skin stinging, warming with his touch. “Get dressed. Don’t make me tell you again, Falyn.”

  She rushed to the closet, grabbed the first shirt she found and pulled it over her head. Traz’s musk surrounded her and she breathed deeply, clutching the lapels, relishing his scent.

  “Let’s go.” Traz seized her hand and pulled her along, his stride long and purposeful, his boots ringing on the metal floor. Falyn jogged beside him in silence, taking two steps for every one of his, knowing not to ask where they were going or what the rush was.

  The corridor was dark and empty, The Freedom having no crew other than Traz. Falyn, unaccustomed to crowds of people, enjoyed the solitude. No one stared at her and no one expected her to know things others considered normal. The only person she had to please was Traz and his rules were simple to follow, his moods easy to read.

  This morning, now that she’d been duly punished for her disobedience, an emotion resembling excitement put a spring in Traz’s step, piquing Falyn’s curiosity. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes sparkled. His lips curled into a facsimile of a smile, his face almost boyish and carefree.

  The doors to the bridge slid open. Traz pulled her forward and stepped aside. “There.” He thrust his free hand out and gazed at her with expectation.

  Falyn’s gaze followed his arm and her eyes widened. “Traz.” She covered her mouth with her hands. A red-and-orange planet loomed on the viewscreen before them, backlit by two suns, one smaller than the other. The planet was surrounded by bands of color, the hues dazzling and not one of them the white of her Federation chambers.

  “It exists.” Traz grinned, his scar flashing silver in his tanned face.

  “It does!” Falyn jumped up, and he caught her, his big hands cupping her bare ass. She clutched his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles over his spine, the heels of her boots resting on his tailbone. “You found this planet for me?”

  Traz chuckled, her happiness reflecting in his eyes. “It was on route.” He turned, giving her a view of the planet. The suns spread light over the surface, banishing the shadows, and the reds and oranges swirled as though it was a living, breathing organism.

  Falyn gaped, having never seen anything to compare to this wonderful place. “The colors…have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”

  “Never.”

  She glanced at Traz. He was looking at her face, a peculiar expression on his rugged face. Her cheeks heated and her joy increased, bursting out of her chest. “Oh, Traz.” She hugged him, flattening her breasts against his muscle. “I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life. I love you so much.”

  Her brutally honest man pressed his lips to her forehead, not trivializing her declaration by uttering words he didn’t mean. He may not love me. Falyn swallowed the lump of emotion lodged in her throat. But he cares. She peered over his shoulder at the planet he’d found for her. Yes, he cares.

  “When I escape, I’ll meet you on this planet,” she vowed, creating one possible future for the two of them. “At that circle there.” She flung her hand out.

  Traz shifted, looking at where she pointed. “By the active volcano?” His voice percolated with laughter. “To the left or right of the lava flows?”

  “Maybe not exactly there.” Falyn scanned the planet, her knowledge of anything other than destined loves sparse. “You choose the spot.”

  “I have a spot all picked out.” Traz’s teeth flashed. He juggled her and spread her ass cheeks with his hands. “I’m thinking.” He slid his fingers into her crevice, grazing her skin, and she squirmed, his touch electric. “Right about here.” He pressed a fingertip into her clenched hole.

  Falyn straightened, awareness shooting up her spine. “Oh, I like that spot.”

  “I know you do.” Traz nuzzled against her neck, his lips firm and warm, as he gently explored her ass. “You’re too tight and dry, Falyn.” He sighed, his chest heaving against her breasts, his shirt rubbing her sensitive nipples. “I’ll tear you apart if I fuck you like this.”

  “I’ll be fine. I will,” she protested, hearing the truth in his words, yet needing him inside her.

  “You won’t be fine.” Traz slowly lowered her, her body rubbing against his, skin brushing skin, fabric abrading fabric. Her boots clunked on the floor’s shiny surface. “Take your shirt off, Falyn.”

  She held his gaze, questions churning in her mind, as she pulled the garment over her head. Her nipples tightened in the cool air and she shivered, her bare ass facing the viewscreen.

  Traz leisurely perused her naked body, eyeing her with a proprietary gleam in his eyes. “If another ship hails us, they’ll see you, all of you, your firm ass, your perky tits, those white curls framing your pink pussy lips.”

  I shouldn’t want to be seen. Falyn’s skin heated with a shameful lust. But I do.

  Traz smiled, his expression smug. How he uncovered her secret fantasies, Falyn didn’t know and she dared not ask him, afraid of the answer.

  “John.” Traz waved his hand, beckoning him nearer.

  John? Falyn nibbled on her bottom lip as the android approached, his face expressionless and his eyes cold.

  “Strip,” Traz ordered and John obeyed, peeling clothes off his muscular body. As air hit his cock, he hardened, his shaft rising, ready to be used.

  By whom? “Traz?” Falyn shifted her weight from her right foot to her left, waiting nervously.

  “Bend over the navigation console, ass up, your tits hanging over the surface.” Traz patted the flat metal. “I want the crew members of any approaching ships to view your bouncing breasts as John pounds your ass.”

  The crew members of any approaching ships. Falyn gripped the edge of the console, her legs weakened and threatening to collapse, and she draped her body over the cool surface.

  “Widen your stance.” Traz kicked her booted feet farther apart. “Show me that beautiful pussy of yours.” She tilted her hips and he crouched between her legs, examining her thoroughly and leisurely. Falyn quivered, stimulated by the exposure.

  “Fuck, Falyn,” Traz murmured, his deep voice soft with reverence. “You’re so pretty and pink.” He spread her folds. “And deliciously wet.” His breath wafted against her thighs. “After I take your ass, I’ll suck you dry.”

  Traz stroked her, spreading her juices along the valley between her ass cheeks and massaging the moisture into her asshole, her skin warmed by friction and her own heat. She waited docilely, giving up control to Traz, allowing him to do what he wished with her body.

  “From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you,” Traz murmured. “I wanted all of you.” Falyn breathed heavily and struggled to maintain the pose as he slid two thick fingers into her ass and pried her open, pain mixing with her pleasure. He worked in and out of her, testing, stretching, playing, using her as she had often used her android, exploring her form.

  “John, lubricate and come here.”

  Falyn turned her head. A sheen spread over John’s shaft, beads
of moisture lifting on his artificial skin, his cock self-lubricating. John was a wonder of engineering, yet he could not compare to the real man behind her. No one compared to Traz.

  “Feed your cock in slowly,” Traz advised. Flesh pushed against her hole, John’s girth larger than Traz’s fingers. Falyn instinctively squeezed her ass cheeks together, refusing the android entrance.

  “Open for me, Falyn.” Traz smacked her ass and she jerked, feeling his disapproval physically and emotionally. “John, ignore her protests and fill her. I want that big cock in her ass.”

  Her knuckles whitened on the console as John obeyed, driving his hard shaft into her. He seared her with his heat, his silent displeasure accentuating Traz’s. Falyn struggled to relax, striving to pacify her males.

  “Your ass belongs to me, Falyn.” Traz squeezed her curves, his fingertips digging into her skin. The distracting pain scuttled Falyn’s remaining resistance, easing John’s slide.

  “That’s better,” Traz droned into her ear and rubbed soothing circles into her burning ass cheeks. Falyn glowed under his approval, her gaze fixed on the red-and-orange planet dominating the viewscreen as her android pushed fully inside her.

  “Good girl.” Traz pressed his lips against her hip and Falyn smiled, her ass stuffed with cock. “Ride her gently, John, and lubricate her thoroughly. I want her ass to be as slick as her pussy.”

  John rocked into her and Falyn’s torso slid over the console, her sensitive nipples rubbing on the smooth, cool surface. Traz moved into her line of sight, his scarred face illuminated by the planet’s two suns, the rings circling his broad leather-clad shoulders, his darkness contrasting against the vivid color.

  “Look at me, Falyn,” Traz ordered and she met his gaze. His eyes gleamed with possession and some other softer emotion she couldn’t identify. “You’re mine and mine alone. John’s cock is in your ass because I want his cock in your ass.”

  “Yes,” she panted as John pistoned in and out of her, his speed constant, his movements smooth, unhampered by any disruptive emotions. “I’m yours.”

  Traz’s lips curled with satisfaction and Falyn warmed, knowing she had pleased him. “The Federation owned a piece of you. I own all of you.” He spoke a truth she already knew, her body, heart and soul gripped by Traz’s rough hands. “Your body belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me.”

  Lubricant oozed out of her ass, the sensation dirty and decadent. Falyn bit down on her bottom lip, holding back her building passion, anticipating Traz’s next words.

  “You won’t come until I say you can come.” He stroked his cock through his pants, his length outlined in the black leather. “Ever, understand?”

  Ever. Falyn trembled with unspeakable joy, the word denoting a future together.

  “Understand?” Traz clasped her chin in his rough fingers, his gaze intent.

  “I understand,” she whispered, their relationship shifting under her boots, as volatile as the surface of the red-and-orange planet. John pounded his cock into her ass, but all she saw and all she knew was Traz, the master of her happiness and the keeper of her love.

  “I’ll take care of you, Falyn.” Traz drifted his thumb over her bottom lip, the scent of her juices lingering on his skin. His harsh face softened for two heartbeats before hardening once more. He straightened, drawing himself up to his full imposing height, his shoulders broad enough to carry her burdens. “Step aside, John. Her ass is mine now.” He tapped her curves as a pilot might tap the panels on a new fighter ship.

  She’s mine to protect. Traz swept his hand over Falyn’s slight curves, noting the marks on her pale skin with pride, his ownership branded on her body for everyone to see. His vow to care for her had been unplanned, the first purely emotional reaction he’d indulged in since he killed his sister’s attacker, but it felt right, it felt destined as Falyn would say. He smiled, a warmth radiating from his normally cold heart.

  Traz dipped his fingers in her pussy and a tremor rippled over her form. “So pretty. So responsive,” he praised. “But not the hole I want.” He skimmed his fingertips between her ass cheeks, finding her tight little back passage. “This is what I want.” Lubricant seeped from her opening.

  He unfastened his pants and yanked the leather away from his hard cock, as ruthless with his body as he was with hers. The air cooled his excitement, giving him the control he needed. “You’ll take all of me, Falyn.” Traz pressed his cock head against her asshole and she stiffened. “All.” He batted her ass with one palm as he angled his shaft with the other.

  “Fuck. You’re tight.” Traz gritted his teeth as she squeezed his cock head, bathing him with lubricant. He pushed and she whimpered, rising up on her tiptoes to better accommodate him, her unshakable trust in him extraordinary.

  Determined not to abuse that trust, Traz maneuvered Falyn’s channel carefully, burrowing into her beautiful body while admiring the contrast of her white ass against his permanently tanned hips.

  Her passage eased and he drove forward. Falyn yielded to him without hesitation, his opposite in every way, submissive to his dominant, innocent to his cynical, soft to his hard. She balanced him and gave him hope. Lodged completely inside Falyn, Traz knew he could never give her up, her grip on his cock uniquely divine.

  Traz pumped her, his hands fastened to her hips, holding her still. She panted, trembling underneath him, her pink face and flattened lips attesting to her strength and her resolve not to come until he gave her permission. Traz threw himself into the fucking, recklessly accelerating his desire to meet hers.

  His grunts excited her more, drawing moans from deep in her throat, and that fed his own passions. His balls drew up tight, the pressure to come growing. Traz grabbed Falyn’s long white hair and twisted the soft strands in his fist, pulling her head back.

  “Traz, please,” she begged, not for mercy, he knew, her emotions childishly easy to read, but for release, the tremors rocking her body. The torment on her face was more than he could stand.

  “Come for me, Falyn,” he ordered.

  “Traz!” she screamed. Falyn bucked upward, lifting her slight form off the console, and Traz leaned over, containing her, trapping her. She slapped her spine against his chest and dove down, smacking her breasts against the hard metal surface, abusing herself front and back.

  Fuck. She’s wild. Traz struggled to subdue her while suspecting that mission was doomed, the urge to join her undeniable. Falyn clenched her ass around his shaft, severing his fragile control, and he roared her name, drenching her with his cum, his fulfillment coming in hot, hard spurts, ripped straight from his soul.

  Traz held her while she quieted, her ragged pants leveling to soft breaths. “I’ll die before giving this up, Falyn,” he murmured into her angel hair. “I’ve done the impossible before. I’ll do it again to keep you.”

  * * * * *

  “We are within communication range of the target, Captain,” his ship informed him.

  “Come here.” Traz pulled Falyn into his lap, her curves covered by his massive shirt. “Be silent and be still.” He pressed his arm against her neck, holding her to his chest as one would subdue a valuable hostage. Falyn relaxed against him, her softness and trust calming him. “Open hailing frequencies, Freedom.”

  “Video and audio link established.”

  “Captain Traz of the USS Freedom speaking, presenting a proposition benefiting the Balazoid military,” he droned, his voice devoid of telling emotion.

  The viewscreen flickered and displayed the face of his enemy. Red eyes shone in a pale face, the assassin’s distinctive white hair smoothed back. The Balazoid was clad in skintight black leather, his muscles lean and defined. “State your proposition, Captain Traz.” His voice echoed as if traveling over a long distance.

  “I wish to trade future-bender Falyn for your breeder.” Traz’s stomach twisted, his sister’s lowly role infuriating him.

  “Future-bender Falyn?” The Balazoid leaned toward the screen, his dead eyes scanni
ng Falyn, and Traz batted down the urge to hide her from his view. “It has not been reported missing from its station.”

  It. Traz growled softly. Falyn gripped his thigh and the contact centered Traz, allowing him to think rationally. “She completed her assignments and the Federation won’t discover I’ve taken her until the next cycle.” He held the Balazoid’s cold gaze. “Timing can be crucial, don’t you agree?”

  The assassin’s pale lips twitched. “It can be.” He tapped on the controls.

  “We are being scanned for life forms, Captain,” Freedom informed him.

  “I don’t have time to waste, Balazoid,” Traz barked, Freedom’s scan already completed, indicating two life forms on the Balazoid fighter ship. “The future-bender for your breeder, yes or no.”

  “The future-bender for your sister.” The Balazoid’s top lip curled. “You human males with your attachment to your females,” he scoffed, his derision irking Traz. “If you wish to negotiate such a ludicrous trade, I won’t stop you. Why would I? For the cost of one replaceable breeder, the glory of capturing the Federation’s prize future-bender could be mine.” He nodded. “’Til we meet, Captain Traz.”

  “’Til we meet,” Traz repeated, the visual already severed.

  “Video and audio link ended, Captain,” Freedom verified. “The Balazoid fighter ship has slowed its velocity. Revised timing for interception is three hours, twenty-five minutes, sixteen seconds.”

  “I don’t trust him.” Falyn said what Traz was thinking. “He was careful not to agree to anything.” She nibbled on her bottom lip. “I wish I had something of his.”

  “Why?” Traz lowered his arm, freeing her. “So you can see his destined love?” Deep-seated terror that he wouldn’t be able to save the two women he loved made his words harsh. “I’ll tell you what you’ll see, Falyn. Nothing. He’s a killer, incapable of love.”

  “I might not see anything. You’re right.” She placed her hand over his. “I can’t read everyone, but that doesn’t mean anything. I can’t read you and you’re capable of love.”