This man, this King, could roll in the hay with me anytime.
Solvun wasted no time pumping up my rising orgasm.
The moment of raw unadulterated satisfaction when time stood still waited just beyond my next gasp for life-sustaining breath. One second away. One thrust. One sucking sound of wetness. One grunt from the man behind my burgeoning need. And I fell over the edge of craving for completion.
His presence throbbed inside me. Pulsing. Bathing my womb with heat unlike anything that shower could offer. And his gaze never relinquished mine. Demanded I return its intensity.
What did he want?
What did he think he'd get?
He began pumping, slow and steady.
Gods, the friction. I clenched my muscles so he could milk himself. His seed. Make his presence known inside my body. For whatever it was worth. I had no idea what he expected to get out of our little tryst than precious time we required to bust his ass out of his eternal confinement. But I'd be damned if he walked away fancying our little rendezvous as trite.
As our grinding hips slowed to the point of stilling with one grand heave, he sighed the most tumultuous sound, threw himself onto his side beside me, popping his shrinking hard-on out to rest at half mast, and groaned. “That'll have to do until next time.” He patted my hip like I was a good dog.
Damn him.
That was fucking good sex.
The bastard. Just unlock these chains. Give me one second to beat some sense into his smug ass. I'll do more than put on a good show. I'll get the crowd to cheer for me.
A knock at the door caught Solvun's attention.
He didn't waste any time smiling and opening the metal sheet.
A pair of cyborgs eyes locked onto my nude form.
Close the damned door, Solvun. I looked away.
The door shut. And Solvun returned with a leather outfit.
Small. The word small couldn't begin to describe the bits of leather and silver chain.
Solvun winked. “You'll be the talk of the prison in this. And after what they saw of you in bed, it's a good thing you're with me."
Jerk.
He reached for my wrists. “Now let's see how good you look in your new clothes."
Yeah. Release my wrists to dress me. You're going to pay.
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Cybernetics... “the art of securing efficient operation.” ~L. Couffignal
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Chapter Six
I'll be damned if my brother's little female thinks she's going to fuck me before all the !Dakos and get to sit around and smile in satisfaction. Solvun fingered the chain encircling each leg of the sexy short shorts and wondered whether the frail female had any idea of the scope of the danger she'd placed herself into at the prison after fucking my brains out.
She would not get me killed. And if it meant I had to keep her alive to return home, so be it. Every Gods-be-damned !Dakos warrior was going to want to possess her pussy after her little display. And none of the prisoners had any reason to care if they hurt anyone else after we'd lived here for an eternity. The guards just let us kill ourselves. What would a few more deaths mean to the !Dakos? The damned Blood Wars were over. There couldn't be anything any of us had to offer the cyborgs except my connections with M'yote.
But nobody would be playing suck-my-cock with my little tick. She's M'yote's and mine. Forever, now that she had my nanites to make her immortal. Maybe she's still have some residual effects from Flonn's !Dakos nanites. But mine would kill his off. She'd be fine in a few days.
She sat with wrists chained together and wrists still locked to her neck, obediently kneeling on the bed.
Why her? What was M'yote going to do with her to help me escape? Oh the nonsense little brothers caused. And now I had a female to care for. But she was female. Mine. Somehow my key to escape. So, time to protect her from the others. The only way to parade her around as my little sex slave would be to lock her away in the chastity number. She didn't look like the type to appreciate the favor. Oh well. Sometimes you just had to bend to the will of others to survive. I squeezed the hidden trigger to unlock the chain secured at her neck.
She sprang at me, throwing wrists around my neck, using the extra length of loose chain to choke fire into my brain.
Like I hadn't given the bitch pleasure! And any fool would know you can't kill an immortal housing nanites with oxygen deprivation. I wormed my fingers beneath the chain she looped around my neck and slowly peeled it off.
She growled and disengaged her hold, jerking the slithering chain, leaping away across the room.
Apparently intent on fighting me the way she assumed a fighting crouch. Or she was putting on a good show. I could play along. Just in case. After all, what happened in my bedchamber was the life of the prison given the way the cyborgs loved to transmit what occurred for everyone's enjoyment to the view screens in every prison cell.
"Come on she-demon. Show me what you got?” I wriggled my fingers to beg her forward.
She just eyed me, slowly pulling the links of the loose chain into her palms with the roll of both of her thumbs, very very leisurely, assessing me with her pale-blue gaze, breathing deeply.
Like she knew what she was doing.
Now, blessed E'na, forgive me. I don't want to kick a female's sacred ass. But this one looks like she's going for balls and cock. I'll try to just block her attack.
Theone sprang into a sprint.
I'd just catch her. I reached wide.
Her foot shot up to slam into my chin.
Holy death. What a kick.
My head snapped back to slam up my asshole. But I managed to sling the shit off out of my hair quickly enough to get a bearing on what my brother's little tick was up to. Well, almost. She hooked a foot between my feet and yanked a leg out from under me.
The stone floor punched me hard.
Living in the basement of the prison might have perks like spacious exquisitely furnished quarters and fireplaces in solid flooring. But the floor didn't make for a soft landing. Or I'm getting too soft to hit the floor. I eyed her where she retreated back to face me in her crouch, still gripping the damned chain, watching me with the gaze of a murderous beast.
Just where in all that proves sacred did M'yote find her? With her fighting skills and M'yote's handle on elementals, I just might land back in my sunlit home on Prall the next time she kicks me. But for now, she needed to make the !Dakos think I can control her. I shot her a wink and shoved to my feet. “If you want to play, I'll play. But my people don't hurt females. You've got the advantage. Let's forgive and forget—"
She burst into another sprint.
I was ready for the kick. So ready.
But she dodged right and jumped, literally into the air, pulling her knees to her chest, and knocked me across the room with a kick that rivaled the force made by any warrior.
No. The !Dakos didn't witness that little humiliating display of small female overpowering Prall King. No. No. She would have to suffer. I grated my teeth and rose to face her. “You will submit to me, Theone. Or you will pay."
Her exquisite body straightened with her spine, revealing every beautiful nude curve beneath her defiantly elevated chin. “I submit to no one."
She had already to Flonn. Pheromones or not. Accursed stars, she strode into the arena with him like he was her closest companion. Why fight me? We'd finish this now. Although, our fight had to reinforce she and I weren't friends. Especially since a Prall warrior would never strike a female. Time for the show. I cracked my neck, popped my interwoven fingers, and strode toward her.
We had to be a sight, soft sex parts swinging or jigging. But not for long. Not after I get her caged inside her leather.
She hopped at me.
I could play. But not anymore. I ducked, diving into her waist, hefting her dangerous legs off the ground by throwing her over my shoulder, dumped her face-down at the base of my altar
, and planted a foot on her ass.
Her body squirmed.
She'd listen to reason, pinned on the floor. I yanked the golden curtain open above her head to reveal E'na's graceful female form.
A statue of the last female born to Prall who had drawn the last breath for her sex. I grabbed a handful of Theone's damp hair and yanked her gaze to the most hallowed thing I possessed in the fucked-up dungeon of Treusch. “This is E'na, Theone, the goddess of Prall's women. Everything beautiful and graceful in the female that our planet can no longer give to us. Fashioned in form from the last female born to our world. She is life. And the only way you will live is if you accept you are now D'ena, my E'na incarnate, and submit to me."
Her gaze slid to mine and pinched with understanding. “I won't fight you if you unchain me and allow me to speak freely."
"Agreed. But you may only speak freely in this bedchamber. If you break that promise, you'll wear those chains everywhere.” But something told me there was a whole lot of fight left in my brother's secret weapon. A firestorm. Something I didn't mind in my arms. Immortality attested to how boring life could truly be. And time with Theone promised anything but boredom.
Besides, she'd be chained in the clothing. Whether she liked it or not. To keep the prisoners from worming their cocks inside her. And only I had the key. I helped her to her feet with a grip on her elbow.
She studied me carefully with an indirect look.
Fine. Better she's safe in her perspective than chained. I know all about encouraging good behavior. “Sit.” I pointed at the bed.
Within minutes, the wrist cuffs lay on the bed and she allowed me to help her dress. She had to. The outfit's silver chain crisscrossed beneath her chin, to lock between her shoulder blades, out of her view where I had to help her undress, even to piss. Under the lock stretched a chain down to the top's black leather. The entire edge of the top was rimmed with the same silver chain. Impenetrable. The leather tank top ended beneath her breasts but clipped to her shorts with two chains in the front and back. Her shorts would have been nicer if they rode up her ass. But the point was to keep people out of them. So, they covered a little bit of her thigh. Edged in more solid chain too, the shorts attached to the top to create a bodysuit nobody could remove. Nobody but me.
"You're kidding, right?” she groaned where she stood, pulling down the chain hem of her short pants. “Why don't you toss me a thong bikini while you're at it?"
What's a bikini? “This is all we have."
She faced me squarely, her bare deadly feet apart bracing her shoulders. “You requested this clothing. Well, humor me and request something else."
Oh, if I was trapped here for the rest of my life, she in all her immortal state would keep me guessing about what she'd do next with all the fire in her words. Thank the stars. I held out the top. “Put this on. Over your head."
"I can see it's just a sliver of a top. Not much for support, hero. So just what do you want me to do when I wear this getup? Slink through rooms, jump up and down, and bend over? I thought I was supposed to be your woman.” She shook out the chains that dangled from the bottom of the top's hem and arched a questioning pale white brow. “Solvun?"
"Nobody will toy with you, D'ena. You're my mate. I've marked you. And the others have much to fear after living with me for centuries."
Her face paled as she slowly dropped her hands to her sides, top still dangling from her grip.
Something hit home. Something. But what? “Theone?” I took the two steps to her heaving bare breasts and watched her stare at my chest. “Theone?"
"I don't want to be a cyborg,” she whispered. Her gaze wouldn't move from the floor.
Holiest E'na. I gulped down a breath. Anything to keep my heart from exploding. Centuries of immortality either made you heartless or capable of appreciating those moments when you could look back and remember what made you who you are. Made life worth living. Theone's presence fashioned one of those moments for me. “Nobody does, Theone. Just remember, it's a way of life. You don't have to cast everything you are to the wind. Stay true to yourself.” I had to lift her squared jaw so her gaze found mine.
So much knowledge dwelled in those palest blue eyes. Eyes the color of M'yote's hair. I'd never look into her eyes and not think of my brother. And not know how much he sacrificed to save my hide for the greater good of our kingdom. So little remained of the Prall people. Just desperate immortal warriors who wanted nothing but to correct the damage done to their world. And if M'yote was forced to cleanse the !Dakos world, the !Dakos would get their own breed-able females to keep on their home world. Who knows what the !Dakos would evolve into given no reason to leave the isolation on their planet? And this little D'ena was going to help me reclaim the kingship and save my people. Somehow. “Time and sleep will confirm my words, Theone,” I whispered. “You're too strong-willed to give up. Give it time."
She broke the magical moment by sliding her gaze down, lifting the shirt, and wriggling it into place over her head. “You're making me wear this. Just remember, nobody touches me, Solvun."
"Understood.” I reached for the chains, securing each into place with a click, two in the front equidistantly spaced from her sweet dent of a navel, and the final chain along her spine.
The only other lock to engage was the one beneath her chin. I tilted my head to humor her in finding her gaze.
She tugged at the black leather section embracing her breasts and smirked. “This clothing is barely functional."
She had no idea how she'd appreciate the fact no other male could worm his way into her pants and mark her with nanites. “You'll see its usefulness in time.” I disengaged the cuff ring at her neck and tossed it onto the cuffs on the bed.
She was better off able to kick to protect herself. And nobody could get her clothes off. Nobody. My fingerprint was the only key that opened the lock. Mine.
As was her sacred womb.
Mine and M'yote's.
"So how do I relieve myself when the need arises?” Her brow arched again.
Did I even have to answer?
The King had to be the biggest chauvinist pig I'd ever met. Theone tried to act normal. To pretend he wasn't winning this little power play. But who still wore chains? I'd said no chains. Right? Men.
Hell, he'd made me kneel before his goddess and pity his people's plight only to go and lie. The best one I ran across waited back on Luvk. And where was I? Chained up, incapable of peeing without permission. I should piss my pants all damned day long.
Solvun dressed and walked to the door. “Stay here, Theone. Only my fingerprint opens the door. You're safer here."
What a bunch of lovely declarations. Do what I want! You're screwed! But I'm doing it for your own good! Men. If they're so brilliant, why was I sent in to affect their escapes? Nice irony. Men get in jams. Women clean up the stickiness. Lovely universal truth. I rescued my boots from the lavatory and found they helped retain some of my body heat.
Some scrap of a plan M'yote had. All I could do was wait out the nightmare on a sinking boat. At least, you don't have to walk the plank on a sinking ship. Maybe the sharks would go for the bigger juicier bites offered in the male bastards? If so, I might just survive this fiasco.
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Cybernetics... “a craftsperson in time.” ~Larry Richards
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Chapter Seven
M'yote's cell could stand for some refinement. But what could a warrior expect when imprisoned as the enemy? A bed, a functioning lavatory, no cellmates. Nice. Although, the horrible video screen that flickered on to show me the battle of wills in Solvun's opulent sex cell didn't make me any more likely to submit.
If the !Dakos thought they could anger me into using my Handler powers to help them adjust the byproducts of their tinkering with their planet's genome, I'd never comply now. Besides, they caused their problems with their female offspring in utero. Their choice of p
aths in life led their people to this point. And ethics are ethics. Although I hadn't been pushed to save a life before, I couldn't guess what I'd do if someone's life like Solvun's hung by a delicate hair. The little wild hair of desperation would require Solvun's loss of head or limbs, and a lack of medical attention would lead to a Handler's intervention because nanites could repair damaged tissue quickly and help stop blood flow but couldn't regenerate a leg or a decapitated head's body. However, I hadn't been forced to face the issue of saving my brother's life yet.
But bioengineering still haunted the universe.
The !Dakos wanted me to alter their modifications to their genome, to correct their foolish mistakes. But ethics would argue they had ventured down a dangerous path. They must suffer the consequences.
Someone pounded at my door.
Probably Rom. Back to make demands.
The door creaked open.
Two !Dakos warriors watched me from beyond Solvun's shoulders.
"Fancy meeting you here, Solvun.” I turned back to sit on my squeaking cot, knowing he just came to play our feigned rivalry up for our wardens. “Go away if you want to spar. I'm no longer in the mood.” Although, a good round of boxing helped me loosen up.
Solvun stepped across the threshold. “Just wanted to complement you on your taste in D'enas."
The door slammed shut.
My sentiments exactly. Theone didn't want me but rode Solvun like he was a god. Probably because they looked so similar in body color. I rolled my eyes for effect and smacked my lips. “Keep her, brother. I saw enough to know how much you enjoy her. Yet, she was never mine. Just my pilot."
"Oh?” Solvun's shocked mask proved quite amusing.
"Very much so. She was transporting me to Quadrant Seven when she employed some sort of hyper-jump mechanism—"
"You mean the spacecraft isn't psychic-propelled? Kind of archaic, little brother. No wonder you crapped out of the universe's asshole. Right into this joy of a home.” He patted the wall with fake affection.
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