Ravenous Virtue

by Tracy St. John

  It was a revelation. Long, soft hair cascading around her face. Soft mouth, breasts and belly against hers. Slim fingers with a delicate touch delighting her secret flesh. Her hands gripped Daagiis’ ass hard, digging her fingernails into his malleable skin. He groaned in her mouth, the eagerness of his kiss growing. The flavor of him had changed with his body, the muskiness of male somehow lighter and sweeter now. Raven sucked on his tongue to taste him better.

  Daagiis withdrew his fingers and broke the kiss. His eyes on hers, he raised the slippery digits to his pouty-lipped mouth and sucked hard on the juices he’d gathered. Raven moaned to see the mostly feminine face registering pleasure at her flavor.

  Daagiis adjusted his hips, bringing his avid cock to her opening once more. Raven caught her breath. Where there had been only softness before came this strange intruder, hard and demanding. The startling juxtaposition made her eager for the invasion. Male and female all at once, Daagiis was thwarting her taboos. She warbled a strange cry, a kind of pleading that should never have come from a human throat.

  “So glad you approve, my darling,” Daagiis said.

  He slid inside, moving easily into her. Raven arched against him, again feeling the softness of woman while being impaled by the demands of the masculine. She cried out as Daagiis filled her, bumping into her cervix to send shivers of erotic delight through her body. His silky, pliant body moved against hers as he rode her.

  There was a shifting next to Raven. She knew without looking that Vendeen had risen from the bed. There was an odd sense of loss, as if missing his presence right next to her. Then she saw him looming over her and Daagiis. He looked at her over the face-changer’s shoulder. His clothes were gone, and he looked magnificent as he moved behind Daagiis. The Paatiin suddenly froze, his cock buried deep inside Raven. His expression, so eager a moment before, remained avid but anxious expectation crept in around the edges.

  “Hold still,” Vendeen said, his voice deeper than usual. He licked his lips and grabbed one of Daagiis’ shoulders. “Tighten for me, my servant. That’s it. Good.”

  As Vendeen’s eyelashes fluttered and a sigh left his lips, Daagiis shivered. His jaw tensed. While he didn’t seem to be moving of his own accord, his cock ground tighter into Raven.

  She realized Vendeen had mounted Daagiis. Raven didn’t know for sure if the face-changer had concocted himself a pussy or if Vendeen was using his ass. Judging by the pained euphoria on Daagiis’ face, she suspected his back door was involved.

  Vendeen grabbed a handful of the Paatiin’s hair and tugged his head back for a kiss. Raven watched the exchange, feeling herself getting more excited to watch them together. It was obvious Daagiis was not quite happy about being beneath his master, but judging by the occasional jerk of the cock inside her, he wasn’t exactly miserable about it either.

  Their kiss ended and Vendeen stared into Daagiis’ golden eyes. “My pace. Not yours.”

  “Of course,” the face-changer agreed, his tone holding a hint of coldness. “Is it ever any other way?”

  “Not if you want to keep your lovely shifting hide from being torn by my whip.”

  Vendeen reared up again, kneeling behind Daagiis’ apparently impaled buttocks. His hands gripped the Paatiin’s hips. He moved, and Daagiis went with him, sliding his swollen cock through Raven’s sheath. She groaned and arched as the friction against her hot spot turned searing. It was delicious, but much too slow to bring her to nirvana. She trembled with need as the two men reversed course, Vendeen moving into Daagiis and Daagiis moving into her.

  Vendeen fucked them with methodical deliberateness, make the pair moan and writhe beneath him. His cruel half-smile was very much in evidence as he listened to their combined whimpers of need. Raven could only imagine the pleasure Daagiis felt, the deep satisfying ache of a cock moving in and out of his back passage as his own prick slid through the honeyed warmth of her channel that gripped him in desperation. For herself, the weight and power of two men working against her, the sensation she was being fucked by both, was maddening. Her pussy clenched at Daagiis’ cock, sucking him in deep to force that delicious contact with her cervix. Her sheath swelled so that his every motion dragged in gorgeous torment against her g-spot, grinding against his groin to delight her engorged clit.

  She hovered near climax, her body needing only more speed and power to realize bliss. She keened in want, and Daagiis added his own wordless plea. Vendeen’s smile grew.

  “So, my two pretties wish for a bit more? You may beg. I may or may not hear your pleas.”

  Raven’s pride rebelled, but Daagiis’ voice immediately rose in supplication. “My master, please. I want to come inside her for you as you fill me with your seed. Allow me this privilege.”

  Raven was stunned to hear the proud Paatiin implore so readily. But then, he’d been with Vendeen for a long time, hadn’t he? Something inside thrilled at Daagiis’ unashamed entreaty.

  Vendeen’s midnight-black eyes looked at her. His pace had not changed one bit in response to Daagiis’ pleading. Damn it, if the face-changer gave up so easily, what chance did she have against their inscrutable overlord?

  Raven swallowed. She really wanted to come. The slow but hard and steady pace had her on the brink, but she couldn’t go over no matter how hard she ground against Daagiis. In the end, Vendeen would get what he wanted, wouldn’t he? There was an inevitability to it, which Daagiis’ immediate capitulation only underscored.

  She groaned in ecstasy and defeat. She would get her cookie, but only if Vendeen got his due. For some infernal reason she couldn’t quite figure out, Raven wanted him to be pleased with her. The growing need for release, swelling her insides until she could barely breathe, had little to do with it. She needed to hear and see him reach satisfaction as badly as she needed it for herself.

  Raven was gasping by now, but the words came easily. “Please, Vendeen. Please, master. Come for us and let us come for you. Whatever you want, you can have.”

  The usual disdainful look Vendeen wore faded from his face as she spoke. His gaze on her softened. He let go of one of Daagiis’ hips to caress her cheek.

  “So well put, my lovely servant.” He stroked through Daagiis’ hair. “By both of you. The true master serves his people. Let my pleasure be yours.”

  He grasped Daagiis’ shoulders and stroked harder and faster. The face-changer pounded into Raven’s pussy with doubled effort, his head thrown back in euphoric intensity as he did so. Raven arched beneath him, elation growing almost painful.

  What they did was not pretty. It was not poetic or graceful. The three rutted like crude beasts, fighting to find carnal release, not just for themselves, but for each other as well. Raven held out though violent rapture fought to free itself of her straining body. She wanted Vendeen and Daagiis to reach their ends first. She wanted to know she had provided for their needs before selfishly succumbing to her own.

  It was not to be, however. Vendeen, his jaw clenched and veins standing out in his throat, at last shouted, “Come, both of you!”

  A tight cord of hot pleasure unraveled in the pit of Raven’s stomach, sending streamers of nirvana throughout her body. She shrieked at the same time as Daagiis. An instant later, Vendeen added his own hoarse cries to the din.

  They ground together hard, a knot of flesh and limbs seeking to prolong the ecstasy. At last the pulses faded, leaving the three gasping.

  Vendeen withdrew, collapsing to lie again at Raven’s side. Without thinking about it, she put her hand out to touch him. He moved close, his body warming hers.

  Daagiis also pulled free and rolled in the other direction, leaving her sandwiched between the two. No one spoke. They lay there together, their breathing easing by degrees as they held one another. Raven turned to Vendeen and snuggled her cheek against his chest. Daagiis moved to spoon her from behind, his breasts soft against her back. Both put their arms around the others, enclosing Raven in comfort.

  She wondered that she felt so at ease
with the two, then decided at the moment that it didn’t really matter. With the warmth of the two bodies surrounding hers and feeling somehow utterly right, Raven couldn’t spare any real worry for the strange situation she found herself in.

  * * * *

  “Enter.”

  Daagiis’ voice from several feet away woke Raven. She turned away from the warmth of Vendeen’s broad chest in time to see five men and women come in, bearing trays from which delicious smells steamed. Hardly noticing the food or the sudden burst of appetite that rose, Raven sprang over Vendeen to stand protectively over him at the side of the bed.

  She watched the five crewmembers carefully as Daagiis looked over the trays before allowing them to pass by and set the small table. The last man handed the face-changer a box rather than food, which Daagiis set on the foot of the bed after taking a quick glance at its contents. It was only now that Raven realized that Daagiis was back to his usual masculine look. Plus he was naked. For that matter, so was she. She didn’t miss the appreciative looks in her direction from the crew busy setting out their breakfast. Her burning face informed her she blushed violently.

  From his relaxed position in the bed, Vendeen chuckled. “My pet is so modest.”

  He rose, gloriously naked himself. Raven kept between him and the servants as he went to the closet and took out a robe. She never took her eyes off the others but was grateful when she felt the garment slide over her arms. She let Vendeen close it with a tie around her waist.

  Raven was grateful to be covered, but not happy that while she put the robe on Vendeen was slightly less protected. Still, Daagiis remained on alert. Fortunately, the robe was a good fit, apparently made for her. She could move easily in it, able to defend her master if it became necessary.

  She was glad when the servants bowed to a still nude Vendeen and left the quarters. Raven chastised herself for the modesty that impinged on her absolute concentration to keep danger from approaching Vendeen. If he and Daagiis weren’t embarrassed to be seen naked, why should she be? Yet, she’d been the recipient of most of the hot gazes. Even the two women had given her a good once-over, and Raven didn’t lean that way.

  Then she thought of the hours before when Daagiis had been both male and female. Well, as far as Raven knew, she didn’t lean that way. That last encounter had kind of shaken her beliefs in her own diehard heterosexuality.

  While Daagiis busied himself looking over the food again, sniffing and tasting it to satisfy his concerns, Raven checked the door to make sure it was secure. Meanwhile, Vendeen withdrew two more robes from the closet. His was burgundy-colored with gold cuffs that nearly matched his hair. The one he tossed to Daagiis was midnight blue. Raven’s was also blue, though a shade that matched her sapphire eyes. The two men looked rather regal in their covers. Raven, knowing her propensity for major bed-head, had the feeling she didn’t look nearly as good.

  Vendeen glided over the deep pile of the floor towards Daagiis and the table. “Shall we eat? I do believe we’ll all need our strength for the hours ahead.”

  Daagiis shot him a worried look. His brows were drawn down low, and his mouth’s set was tight. He sat down with Vendeen and Raven joined them, perching on the third chair where a plate waited to be filled.

  As she wondered over the grim look on Daagiis’ face, he warned her, “Don’t let yourself get overfull, Raven. You’re going to be involved in very physical activity this morning.”

  “What physical activity?”

  Vendeen answered for him. “You’ll find out soon.” He gave Daagiis a sharp look. “I, for one, would enjoy a pleasant meal.”

  As if on cue, soft, relaxing music drifted into the room. While the breakfast fare was unfamiliar to Raven, she found everything she tried to be delicious. Vendeen’s mood seemed good, and he kept conversation light and pleasant. He asked Raven questions about her life on Earth, the work she’d done as a park ranger, and what she felt worked for the law enforcement entity she’d been a part of. It would have been a perfect meal but for Daagiis’ near complete silence. The Paatiin barely picked at his meal. The one time Raven asked if he was all right, Vendeen interjected with, “He’s fine. Leave him to his thoughts.”

  Raven finished eating. The food had been delicious and she was quite comfortable, but it was hard to not pick at Daagiis’ barely-touched plate. She kept in mind his warning to not overdo it, however.

  After over half an hour of a pleasant, languorous meal, Vendeen stretched his long legs. Looking perfectly content, he told Daagiis, “I suppose she should suit up now.”

  Daagiis offered a curt nod and stood. He walked over to the bed and opened the box still sitting on it. From it he drew out a long, black one piece, similar to the camo and simsuits they had worn before. He held it out to Raven.

  “Put this on, my darling.”

  She went to him and took the outfit. Vendeen passed her as he went to the closet, letting his robe fall to the floor as he did so. Damn, that ass was fine, she thought and made herself look over the bodysuit in her hands.

  The material was soft and supple at the full-length arms and legs. It was quite a bit heavier about the torso, padded thick. Raven raised a questioning eyebrow at Daagiis, who was returning from another closet with a tunic and trousers. Apparently, he wasn’t going to be a part of whatever exercise was to come.

  He too let his robe fall to the floor and began dressing. “The body of that suit is flexible armor. It protects you from stabbing wounds and blunt trauma. The one thing it won’t save you from is our explosive firepower, but you won’t have to worry about that today.”

  So she was to engage in another fight simulation to determine if her programs were honed correctly, Raven decided. She began dressing, looking forward to a new challenge with her enhanced capabilities.

  She couldn’t help but grin once she was dressed and Daagiis handed her a bandoleer full of knives of different sizes. He helped her strap it on so it crisscrossed over her chest. She drew out one blade that was nearly the length of her forearm and whistled in appreciation.

  “Nice party favors.”

  Vendeen answered. “Indeed. They are yours to keep, no matter the outcome.”

  Raven looked at him. His hair was tied back in a ponytail. It wasn’t a feminine look on him, not when he was so damned masculine. Indeed, the hair pulled away from his face only accentuated his dramatic brow line and the strength of his jaw. Vendeen too wore a one-piece bodysuit and bandoleer stuffed with knives. She frowned. His bodysuit didn’t appear to have the armor of hers. She could see every deliciously chiseled line of his body except at the crotch where there was a hard-shelled cup. She couldn’t help but lick her lips, knowing what was enclosed in there.

  “Protecting the good stuff, I see,” she said in a saucy tone, earning a grin from Vendeen. “But what do you mean, ‘no matter the outcome’? I don’t much like the sound of that.”

  “We’ll tell you when we get to the sim fighting room.” He looked at the grim face of Daagiis. “I’m ready.”

  The face-changer jerked a nod. Raven’s eyes narrowed in suspicion at the stiff set of his shoulders. Something was making Daagiis very unhappy.

  She had no chance to question what was bothering him so. He led the way out of their quarters, striding quickly down the corridor with Vendeen close behind. Raven fell in, protecting Vendeen’s shapely rear.

  Chapter 12

  They arrived in the sim fighting room again. The room was its blank shell with no programs running, and Raven waited to see what kind of fun awaited her today. The two men stood before her. Daagiis looked downright ill, and Raven felt a stab of worry for him. Was something wrong with the Paatiin?

  All of Vendeen’s emotions had been carefully put away, leaving his handsome face bland. He told Raven, “It has been explained to you that for humans like you and Paatiin like Daagiis, exposure to my people is addictive.”

  Raven’s brows drew down. “That was mentioned. I’d totally forgotten.”

  �
��You are already showing signs of being branded by me. Soon the effects will be irrevocable.”

  A bolt of unease shot down her spine. She was becoming dependent on Vendeen? She’d attributed her growing need to protect him to her programming … that and her heightened attraction as well. But was it actually something else?

  The issue was apparently becoming a trouble spot. Raven saw a huge problem looming. “You said my indenture was a temporary thing.”

  Daagiis finally spoke. “So it is, as outlined in the law. Access the articles of indenture now.”

  Raven did as ordered. As the laws and their amendments filed through her brain, she felt a growing sense of horror. By the time she’d gone through the articles and come back on line, she was shaking with despairing fury.

  “To avoid being branded, I have to fight for my freedom and the only way I can win is if Vendeen yields or dies? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

  Daagiis had managed to bring his obvious dread under control. He was every bit as impassive as Vendeen. “There is no other way, Raven. If you remain with Vendeen any longer, you will be unable to leave him ever. The withdrawal will drive you insane.”

  She glared at the face-changer. “But he’s supposedly addictive to you too, and you spent months on Earth!”

  “My people have developed a drug that eases the withdrawal symptoms for us. It’s no good for humans at all, and for me, the effect is only temporary. There is no cure, and the only way to get it in Collective space is through the black market.”

  Vendeen shot him a narrow look. “You must have spent all you had left to collect Raven.”

  Daagiis refused to meet his gaze. “I did. You need a raise in pay to support me the way I’ve grown accustomed to.”

  Vendeen rolled his eyes, but he looked touched nonetheless. “Half that amount would have gotten you back to Paatuun where the drug is readily available at much less the cost. You might have been free.”