Ravenous Virtue

by Tracy St. John

  Vendeen’s half-smile was back, and his lids fluttered. “Oh yes. This is heaven. You feel wonderful, my servant.”

  His face dropped down to hers, capturing her mouth in a thorough kiss. Raven couldn’t resist stroking his velvety tongue with hers. She tasted masculine power and lust in his kiss, and all at once it didn’t matter that she’d been tricked to come to an alternate dimension as this man’s slave. All that mattered was that he was kissing her with the most educated mouth she’d ever known, that his big, muscular body was blanketing hers, and that his cock filled her better than any she’d ever had before.

  His mouth still plastered over hers, Vendeen rocked his hips back and forth, sliding that engorged length inside her channel to rub demandingly against her G-spot. Raven groaned into his mouth, trying to get her legs to move so she could wrap them around his driving ass. Heaven forgive her, but this man felt good inside her body.

  Vendeen kissed his way from her mouth to her ear, where his hot breath sent every hair on her body on end. “Yes, lovely little Raven. Feel me deep within. Feel my cock fucking your hot, sweet pussy.”

  His strokes varied, giving her a myriad of sensations. There were long, slow thrusts that went deeper than any man had before. There were quick, short shoves that made their sexes slap wetly together. There were moments Vendeen didn’t pump against her at all, instead burrowing deep and grinding his groin against her to make her clit and G-spot join in delighted clamor.

  Vendeen fucked Raven hard. He fucked her gently. He fucked her thoroughly. It was as if he’d done it so long that he knew every movement that made her desire bound ever higher until she cried out continuously in rapture.

  Raven forgot she hadn’t wanted this. Right now, she couldn’t think of anything else she’d ever wanted in her life, except to be allowed to come for this man who worked her body with such perfect knowledge.

  She was shocked when Vendeen drew away, sitting back on his heels. His cock slowly left her body, and the emptiness hurt. She looked into those pitiless black eyes and moaned her agonizing loss.

  The sound made one corner of his lips lift. Vendeen stood at the end of the bed and looked to the watching Daagiis. “Would you like a taste, my servant? Then you may prepare me for her ass.”

  Daagiis’ golden eyes darkened to almost copper. He slowly walked over to Vendeen and sank to his knees before the bronze-skinned man. With a groan, his mouth engulfed the other’s cock, sucking so hard his cheeks dimpled.

  Vendeen sighed with pleasure as Daagiis suckled and licked his cock clean of Raven’s juices. She watched, her eyes wide. She’d never seen two men together before. It was … interesting. Cream dribbled out of her pussy as Daagiis mouthed Vendeen thoroughly.

  The bigger man stroked Daagiis’ hair. “Damn, you get better every time.”

  The face-changer released Vendeen and grinned. “I love how Gilotheans taste. I’ll still suck you off after I regain control over you, especially when you’ve been in this one’s pussy.”

  “Shut up and prepare us.”

  Daagiis chuckled at Vendeen’s scowl. He produced a squeeze bottle, the contents of which he poured into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, and set about making Vendeen’s cock slick.

  Enough of Raven’s arousal had dissipated for her to consider what was about to happen. Her ass clenched around the anal plug, which sent a surprising bolt of need through her. She moaned.

  Vendeen crooked a brow at her. “Is that anticipation, my servant? Are you looking forward to feeling the ultimate taking?”

  No. No, Raven knew she couldn’t be excited about that. But the feeling when she’d tensed up just now … what the hell had that been?

  Vendeen grinned as if he knew something she didn’t. “Her mouth is yours,” he told Daagiis as the face-changer stepped away.

  “Lovely. Thank you. Perhaps I may indulge in tasting more as well?”

  “As you will.”

  Daagiis pilfered through the open drawer as Vendeen reached between Raven’s legs. The anal plug shifted and slid out. Vendeen tossed it aside and looked at her ass.

  “You’re nice and open for me. Not so open that you won’t experience some discomfort when I enter you, though. After all, my pleasure is greatly enhanced by my lovers’ pain. Especially when they enjoy the sweet agony of giving themselves to me, as I believe you will.”

  Knowing it was fruitless but unable to resist trying all the same, Raven fought to make her body move. Vendeen’s cock looked the size of a telephone pole now that he was about to shove it into her virgin ass. She couldn’t possibly take him like that.

  Vendeen leaned down and scooped Raven’s legs in the crooks of his elbows, lifting her ass off the bed. He pulled her hips towards his eager sex, bringing her to him. She felt the wet, hot brush of his well-lubricated cockhead against her anus.

  “Your body is completely relaxed,” he crooned, as soothingly as if he was putting a baby to sleep. “All tension is gone.”

  Raven felt herself the most lax she’d ever been as his command took hold. Then Vendeen pressed into her, making her sphincter muscles spread to admit him.

  The loosened ring allowed the tip to slide in without effort. As the crown of his cockhead flared wider, an ache announced itself, an ache that grew as he pushed farther in. Raven made a small cry as the invasion continued. Grinding pain, becoming sharper still…

  Then it lessened a little, becoming only a fretful ache once more.

  “My cockhead has passed the entrance,” Vendeen told her, pausing. “The thickest part is inside you. Not quite the torture you were expecting, was it? Not with you stretched. Ah, but the anticipatory fear was enjoyable to watch. I usually find mental sadism much more enjoyable than physical.”

  Raven made herself breathe. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, but she wasn’t being split in two either. She could handle this.

  Vendeen gave her his half-smile. “Ready for more? Here we go.”

  He pressed into her, going deeper, filling her with himself. The steady throb of accepting him was joined by a burning sensation around the sphincter muscles. Raven gasped. It smarted, but lying here, helpless to stop him, her body pliant to Vendeen’s whims, she was becoming aroused once more.

  Was Daagiis right? Do I like being dominated? Feeling pain?

  She was confused with a growing troubling sense she didn’t know herself at all.

  At last Vendeen’s groin met her butt cheeks. “I am all the way in,” he sighed, his deep voice registering pleasure. “So very tight and hot.”

  Raven wanted to shift, to relieve some of that throbbing fullness in her ass. The sensation was oddly gratifying, and she wanted that to go away too. She didn’t want to enjoy this.

  “Raven.”

  Daagiis voice coming from overhead distracted Raven a little from her contemplation of getting her ass fucked. He smiled down at her. “Time to tell the truth again. Does the idea of my cock in your mouth excite you?”

  She wanted to say no. Instead, her breathless voice responded, “Yes.” Her pussy spasmed. She didn’t bother to cry out her anger this time. There was no point.

  “Good. Open your mouth for me and keep it open. You will not bite down,” he said, his expression one of excitement. He crawled over her so that his knees framed her head and his cock loomed right over her face.

  Raven’s pussy clenched again. Apparently her love for giving oral sex was not at all inhibited by the fact she didn’t want to enjoy these men. As the thick cock lowered, entering her mouth so that it slid deliciously over her tongue, she moaned.

  “Keep your teeth off me. Make your lips nice and tight – oh yes. That’s it.” He went deeper still, but stopped short of making her gag.

  “Feel good?” Vendeen chuckled.

  “By all of creation, yes.”

  Vendeen slid back, slowly emptying Raven. Her backside eased its clamor as he went. Damn, that felt good. At the same time, Daagiis eased his groin up, slipping through her lips. Vendeen
paused with the crown of his cock still inside and thrust back in. The prick in her mouth also plunged, again halting before she could choke.

  They matched pace like that, getting into a hard, steady rhythm, fucking her ass and mouth. Raven lay beneath them, absorbing the two men’s lust. She was adjusting to Vendeen using her rear entry. The decadent feeling of him using her in such a taboo manner, along with the salty sweetness of Daagiis’ occasional pre-cum, was making her slide slow and sure into a desiring frame of mind.

  Then Daagiis’ warm, wet mouth closed over her clit. She cried out around his cock as pleasure grew bright and heavy through her pussy.

  “That’s it,” Vendeen encouraged her, his voice gasping as he pounded against her. “That’s my girl.”

  Daagiis worked her sensitive nerve bundle, sucking and licking the eager nub. He stroked the shaft of her clit with his lips. Climax was stampeding towards Raven now, ready to storm over her in a matter of seconds.

  “I’m taking the cockring off,” Vendeen groaned. He paused, his hand working between them for a moment. Then he shoved into her with more enthusiasm than before.

  The air was thick with the men’s groans as they chased their own ecstasy, joining Raven’s continued cries, which grew louder by the moment. Daagiis’ cock spat pre-cum with increasing frequency, telling her he was getting close. Vendeen’s long, thick length drove in and out of her ass with rapidfire thrusts. They were racing to the finish now, the three neck and neck as they made the final sprint to realization.

  Vendeen went first. He abruptly froze, his cock buried to the hilt in Raven’s ass. A long, loud groan came from his throat, then he pumped twice more before liquid fire streamed from him to fill Raven.

  Daagiis yelped a moment later, his mouth coming off Raven’s clit as his dick spilled thick streams into her mouth. Tasting the creamy passion was the last straw for her. She lost all sense of the men straining against her as starlight exploded through her belly, turning everything blinding white for eternity.

  Pulse after pulse of release streamed through her body, glorious expulsions that seemed to come from every cell. Raven had never known such bliss, had never experienced such wondrous dissolution.

  The convulsions ebbed a little at a time. When she returned to reality, it was to find that Vendeen and Daagiis had collapsed on either side of her, gasping as if they’d both run a marathon.

  It was a long time before anyone spoke. As she lay there, feeling the last little spasms pass through her depleted but satisfied body, Raven looked at the men.

  She wanted to hate them. She really, really did. Yet despite the little curl of nervousness in her belly that came from knowing they owned her, she only felt a strange, possessive warmth.

  At last, Vendeen spoke. “I think a shower is in order,” he said tiredly.

  Daagiis sighed. “Agreed. As soon as I find my legs. Right now, I can’t seem to locate them.”

  Vendeen laughed, his mouth stretching in real, honest humor. Raven was struck at how handsome he was with the grimness gone from his face.

  Chapter 8

  “Raven, you are free to move about on your own.”

  Vendeen’s command loosened the hold on her body. Raven thought about jumping up, maybe even kicking both of their asses, but she couldn’t muster the energy. Like Daagiis, her body seemed to be in shock from the wild lovemaking.

  Lovemaking? No, nothing so sweet as that. We had sex. There was no love involved.

  “Fatigued, little one?” Vendeen asked. His expression was still relaxed, still lending extra beauty to his face. It made Raven’s mouth go dry just to look at him.

  He rose from her side and gently picked her up. Cradling her lax body in his arms, Vendeen carried her into the connected bath facility.

  It was certainly a lavish room with double sinks, a deep tub, and a huge glassed-in shower. Everything was gleaming white, including the fixtures. Vendeen took Raven straight to the shower, setting her on her feet. She expected the tiled floor to be cold, but it radiated gentle warmth. If there had been any tension left in her soles, it would have been soothed by the heated floor. She nearly moaned in delight.

  Daagiis had apparently re-discovered the ability to walk, because he joined them. “Temperature setting, Vendeen custom, steady stream,” he said.

  A delicious hot torrent of water poured down from the ceiling, drenching them within seconds. Now Raven did moan, enjoying the feeling of flowing liquid warmth all over her body.

  “Close your eyes, Raven. Our cleansing agents aren’t geared to your biology and it will sting if they get in. Add soap, unscented.”

  The water falling on Raven’s shoulders seemed to get heavier. She kept her eyes shut. Soap dispensed with the water … well, that simplified bathing, didn’t it?

  Coarse but careful hands worked her scalp, building a lather. More hands bathed her body in slow circles. Raven gasped a few times with how meticulous the men were as they bathed her. Not one crease, crook, or cranny went unwashed. It was actually a little embarrassing to be so scrupulously scrubbed.

  “Water only.”

  They rinsed her, still handling her as tenderly as fine china. It was so nice to be treated kindly after all the revelations about what had happened to her. Nearly shot to death, taken from her home, rebuilt with robotic parts, placed in servitude that included allowing men to enjoy her body…

  The realization of her situation steamrolled over Raven. And what of those she’d left behind on her Earth? What were Kimi and Todd thinking about her disappearance? How terrified were they, with no hope of ever finding out what had happened to her?

  Raven drew in a breath and released it in a sob. One tear begat hundreds, and she was shuddering and bawling her eyes out with abrupt violence.

  She somehow heard Daagiis’ voice over her cries. “There it is.”

  “I wondered when she’d let go.” Vendeen pressed a kiss to her forehead, stroking her face. “It’s a lot to come to terms with, and we are not the kindest of people, are we Raven? Water off.”

  She continued to blubber as they led her out of the shower and dried her off. They wrapped her in a silky-soft robe that was much too big for her, but all the more comforting for its size. Raven was unsure which of the two carried her back to the bed and laid her down, but they both crowded in to hold and comfort her as she wept uncontrollably.

  Daagiis whispered in her ear, his voice a soothing warmth there. “Cry it out. Get as much of the shock out of your system as you can because we need you strong.”

  Vendeen spooned in tight behind her, holding her close. The intimate contact made Raven feel strangely safe, though the feeling of refuge was most assuredly false. She burrowed into the warmth of Daagiis’ chest, crying on and seeking even more security without caring that it might be a lie.

  The men held her tight, letting her expel emotion until she at last calmed. When the shock passed from her system, Raven found she felt much better. It was as if she’d been cleansed inside as well as out.

  She was coming to grips with her situation. Okay, so Vendeen and Daagiis were brutal bastards. They’d warned her of that up front. They liked weird sex and had somehow made her respond to that. She was expected to kneel at Vendeen’s feet. To open her legs for him whenever the urge hit. As hard as it was to reconcile, she felt able to deal with that as well.

  They had promised to deliver Joshua Wills, a.k.a. Taambaa. Raven decided she would concentrate on that.

  “Ready for something to eat?” Daagiis asked her.

  She lifted her face from his chest to look at him. Shockingly, she felt starved. “Please tell me you’ve got something along the lines of steak, chicken, or such.”

  He chuckled. “Not precisely, but I think you’ll be okay with what they serve on this side.”

  Raven put on the skintight outfit that seemed to reveal more than it hid. When servers came in with covered dishes of delicious-smelling food, setting the meal on the dining table, they stared frankly at her. Re
fusing to bow to the humiliation she felt, Raven stared back, letting threat pour into her eyes. Faces flushed and gazes dropped before her vicious glare.

  After they left, Vendeen chuckled. “I like you better with every passing second.”

  The three sat down, and Raven was happy to see the meat looked like meat. The vegetable dishes were colorful, almost too pretty to eat. Her snarling stomach settled that question, however. She was ready to chew on Vendeen’s arm, if it came to it.

  Fortunately, it did not. The food, while indeed unfamiliar, was quite to Raven’s taste. The cup of hot beverage that Daagiis poured for her even reminded her of coffee, though it had a more silky feel and slightly woodsy flavor.

  There was a stretch of silence as the three devoured their meal. Apparently the men were every bit as hungry as she. Raven was finished with her first helping and having a second of the meat, which Daagiis called letkla, when she was finally ready to speak what was uppermost on her mind.

  “So, do you know exactly where Taambaa and his boss are?”

  Daagiis wiped his mouth with his napkin as delicately as a girl. “At the moment, no. I did manage to plant a tracker ‘bot on Taambaa that will activate after a certain amount of time. The delay on that was necessary because he would have scanned himself before heading back to Hanos.”

  “A ‘bot?”

  “A miniature robot, no larger than your smallest fingernail.”

  Raven narrowed her eyes at him. “How did you get close enough to Wills to pull that off?”

  Daagiis grinned and abruptly transformed into a young dark-haired woman. Raven recognized the legal aide that had been at the side of Wills’ lawyer during the court proceedings.

  “Son of a bitch.” She scowled at the face changer. “You know, it totally freaks me out when you do that.”

  He/she shrugged and returned to the form Raven was used to seeing, his Douglas Bringer body.

  Vendeen pushed his plate away. “As for Hanos, we dare not approach him on his turf where the Corporation carries out its legal business. He has several strongholds in unclaimed space, however. Those locations have no laws, no rules except his.”