SavageMenage

by Cynthia Sax

  The replicator is for Bocc. This beautiful creature is here to see him. The sharp shards of jealousy pierced Starla’s stomach.

  “By the Balazoids,” Starla admitted. She has a right to know what is coming. “They’ll kill the males, abduct the females and leave the planet a barren shell.”

  “Our warriors are mighty.” The young woman raised her chin. “They’ll fight these Balazoids.”

  “The Balazoids can enter your warriors’ minds. Without the blockers I’ve brought your people, they’ll be rendered unconscious before they can draw their swords.” Starla sighed, glancing back at Bocc. “He’s taken the blocker, but he’ll be one warrior against many Balazoids.”

  The young woman tilted her head. “He’s our second greatest warrior. Only Tukbar is more skilled.” Her voice lilted with pride. “I’m Minarb, and this is for Bocc.” She offered Starla the broken replicator.

  “Thank you.” Starla took the machine, unsure of what she was to do with it. “I’m Professor Starla.”

  “Bocc’s Little Star.” Minarb nodded gravely. “You’re certain these Balazoids will come?”

  “Yes.” Starla chewed on her bottom lip. “They destroyed the spaceship I was on.”

  “Then our warriors must take your blockers.” Without another word, the woman turned and walked off into the forest.

  “If only it was that easy,” Starla mumbled.

  “It won’t be,” a deep voice agreed. Starla glanced at Bocc. He had rolled onto his back and was watching her, his face expressionless. “Lokans aren’t open to new ideas.”

  He talked about his culture as though he wasn’t part of it. “This is for you.” Starla handed him the replicator.

  Bocc sat upright, his defined abs rippling, “The Lokans bring everything to me. They don’t trust even the remnants of technology.” He studied the electronics, his eyes lighting with intellectual curiosity, before he placed the replicator on the ground beside him.

  “Their distrust might have something to do with starships constantly exploding and crashing.” Bocc grinned at her, his white teeth vivid against his tanned face. A tingle of desire swept over Starla.

  “Yet Minarb brought you the replicator.” She must really love him. Starla frowned. “She’s very pretty.”

  “My brother Tukbar claims she’s the most beautiful female to ever exist.” Bocc chuckled, heedless of the hurt his words caused. “Come here, mate.” He reached out, his action lightning fast. His rough fingers circled Starla’s wrist and he pulled her onto his lap, the hard ridge in his loincloth pressing against her ass cheeks. “Hmmm…” He buried his face in her hair, his breath warm on her neck.

  He’s aroused, but it’s Minarb he truly wants. Starla wiggled, Bocc’s fierce hold on her not allowing her to flee. “We should concentrate on the mission. Chrome—”

  “Was deactivated.” Bocc’s grip around her waist tightened. He inhaled deeply, his chest pressing against her shoulders. “Did you wash, Little Star? I don’t smell my scent on you.” He nuzzled his nose into the base of her neck.

  He thinks I want to be touched…and I do, but not like this. Starla’s face heated. “I was disgustingly dirty. If you rub your scent on an animal hide—”

  “I’d rather rub my scent on you.” He unwrapped her makeshift leather dress and she trembled as he cupped her breast, his fingers calloused. “There’s no need to fear me, Starla. I may look like a savage, but I’ll be gentle with you.”

  “Fear?” she whispered with disbelief, uncertain if he was mocking her. Her nipples hardened and pleasure hummed through her body as he squeezed and molded her flesh. “I don’t fear you, Bocc.”

  “Don’t lie to me, mate.” He kissed her shoulder, his mouth hot and wet on her skin. “You’re shaking and your scent is sharp and tangy.”

  “Not with fear.” She spun in his arms to face him, her body shamelessly exposed. “At least not with the fear you’ll hurt me.”

  Bocc gazed at her, his silver eyes intense. “Then what do you fear? I’ll protect you from harm.”

  I fear your rejection. “I know you’ll protect me.”

  “I’ve always protected you.” He stroked along the slope of her cheekbone with his index finger, his touch light, and she parted her lips, wanting, needing to taste that finger. “You’re so beautiful, Little Star.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against hers, their noses brushing, their breaths mixing, theirs lips a whisper away.

  “Now who’s lying?” She smiled, gratified that he had offered the false flattery, no other male having ever been so considerate. Bocc frowned, looking so endearingly disgruntled that she, without thinking, tilted her head, covering his sternly set mouth with hers.

  He froze.

  What am I doing? Starla pulled back, dismayed.

  Bocc didn’t allow her to move far. He cupped the back of her head with one large palm and pulled her back to him, growling, the animalistic sound sending tremors of excitement down her spine. His eyes darkened with a frightening passion and he swooped down upon her mouth, devouring her lips hungrily, feasting upon her.

  Starla gasped and he surged into her, his tongue filling her mouth, owning her. As he searched within her, exploring, dominating her, he turned her body, allowing her legs to straddle him. They slid, fitting together, her open pussy connecting with his hardness, the contact gratifyingly savage.

  She slipped her fingers under his braid and grabbed his nape, rubbing her breasts against his chest as they kissed, their mouths melded together, her lips throbbing with his ownership. He squeezed her ass, moving her up and down on him, rubbing her pussy against his constrained cock. The friction amplified the want, the need inside her, her juices soaking his leather loincloth.

  “I need you, Little Star,” Bocc rumbled and he toppled her to the ground, landing hard on top of her, his chest flattening her breasts, his skin smacking against her nipples, the sharp pain shoving her closer to fulfillment.

  “I must have you.” He ripped away the loincloth separating them, the leather leaving a blazing trail of erotic burn across her skin.

  “Take me, Bocc,” Starla cried out, clutching his shoulders greedily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy hot and wet against his cock.

  Bocc bombarded her neck with fierce love bites, branding her flesh, and she arched, grinding her clit against his cock head, offering more of her body to his domination. “I want to fuck you until you can’t stand, until your skin smells of me, until I’m imprinted inside of you.”

  “Yes,” Starla moaned, digging her fingernails into his muscles, his possessive words driving her crazy. “Fuck me hard, Bocc.”

  “So hard.” He prodded at her entrance with his cock head, pulled back and slammed home. She screamed, filled to the point of pain, her pussy stretched around his huge shaft.

  “Little Star?” Bocc stilled, his body motionless above her. “Did I hurt you?”

  Not enough. “Hard.” She kicked his ass with her heels. “I need it hard.”

  He chuckled as he obeyed, ramming into her again and again, his balls bouncing against her ass, their skin slapping together, the impact warming her hips, her thighs and her breasts. She panted, clawing at his shoulders, driving him faster and deeper, their passion more savage, more primitive than she’d ever experienced.

  “Bocc. Bocc. Bocc.” She chanted Bocc’s name, driving her hips upward as he thrust relentlessly into her.

  “Starla,” he grunted, his breathing ragged, his chest covered with the warm, wet sheen of exertion.

  Yes, Starla. I make him this crazy. Me. Starla’s pussy clenched around him, closing in on his shaft, and a high keening noise rose from her throat.

  Bocc drove into her, adjusting his angle, rubbing against her clit, and she broke, screaming, her fingernails puncturing his skin, her heels smacking his ass.

  “Starla!” Bocc roared, his back bowing as he spurted hard jets of cum into her body. He came and came and came, filling her with heat. “My mate.” He collapsed,
crushing her under him.

  “Bocc.” She wiggled.

  He rolled off her, onto his back, and she stared up at the low-hanging clouds above them, stunned by the encounter. He called my name. My name. She smiled.

  “I’m sorry. That was inexcusable,” he snapped, self-disgust in his voice.

  Because he fucked me. Starla blinked back tears. “I didn’t mind.”

  “You should. I told you I’d be gentle and I wasn’t. I was a beast.” Bocc stood, his massive form blocking the sun. “I lost control, taking you like an animal.” He paced back and forth in front of her, gloriously naked. “And look.” He swept a big hand over his impressive erection. “I want to fuck you again, when I should be holding you, talking to you, comforting you.”

  She stared at him. “You want me?”

  “Too damn much,” he growled. “I can be gentle, Little Star. I promise.” Bocc dropped to his knees beside her. “I’ll figure out a way to control myself.” He took her hands, his grasp loose and warm. “And cherish you the way you should be cherished.”

  He wishes to cherish me. Starla blinked slowly, struggling with the concept.

  “You don’t believe me.” He released her hands, his handsome face darkening.

  Starla crooked her index finger around his. “I don’t believe you because no man has ever wanted to cherish me before,” she confessed, swallowing her pride. “Most men ignore me. I’m considered plain.” Her cheeks heated.

  “You’re plain?” Bocc’s dark eyebrows shot upward. “With your brown hair and even browner eyes?” His lips twitched. “You’re humoring me, Little Star.” His gaze dropped to the short curly hair covering her mons and Starla fought the urge to cover herself, allowing him to look at her. “I will control myself.” His mouth flattened.

  He wants me…badly, and I no longer care why. “That’s too bad.” Starla flipped onto her stomach and drew her hips upward, waving her ass in the air. “Because I need to be fucked hard, like an animal.” She looked over her shoulder. Bocc’s eyes were dark in his stoic face. A tic pulsed in his cheek. “Maybe Chrome—”

  “No Chrome!” Bocc roared. He grabbed her hips, positioning behind her, his tip nudging her wet pussy.

  No Chrome needed. Starla widened her stance to accommodate his girth, her body humming with anticipation. “Give me everything you have, Bocc.”

  He growled. “Everything I have is yours.” Bocc slammed into her, burying himself up to his base, the impact pushing the air from Starla’s lungs.

  As she struggled to catch her breath, he pulled back and drove forward again, smacking his hips against her ass. He fucked her with a thrilling intensity, his hard thrusts swaying her body, his weight grinding her knees into the soft ground.

  She panted, curling her fingers into the rich, dark earth, the smell of soil and sex and man filling her nostrils. Flesh slapped against flesh, and a sheen of sweat slicked their skin. Bocc’s grunts echoed in her ears. They rutted like primitive beasts with no tenderness in their joining, only an overwhelming desire to be as one.

  This is want. Starla pushed back against him, trying to take more of his shaft deeper and harder inside her. This is need. Her pussy throbbed from his brutal usage, her juices dripping down her thigh.

  “Bocc. Bocc.” She arched her back, crying out his name, begging shamelessly for more.

  He reached around her torso and grabbed her breast, his calloused grip stimulatingly tight and reassuringly possessive. “Come for me, Starla.” Bocc squeezed her curves hard, the agony escalating her arousal. “Show me this is what you want.”

  “Want…more,” she panted, her pussy tightening around his cock.

  A rumble rose from his chest, growing louder and louder until Bocc released the sound in a deafening roar. He lunged forward, ramming into her so hard he rattled her bones, and driving so deep he touched virgin flesh. As Bocc filled Starla’s pussy with his warm cum, he pinched her nipple, the sharp pain splintering her restraint.

  Starla shrieked, the ecstasy too much, too intense. “No. No. No.” She couldn’t bear it. She bucked, trying to dislodge him, waves of sensation overwhelming her.

  “Easy.” He held her, capturing her writhing body with his, his chest heavy on her rounded spine, his arms braced at her sides. “Easy, Little Star,” he murmured into her curls.

  The waves diminished in intensity and Starla collapsed on the ground, her mind blank and her limbs lifeless. “That is what I want, Bocc,” she whispered. “I want you.”

  * * * * *

  She hates it. Bocc followed his little mate through their home as Chrome watched from a respectful distance, reprogrammed to tolerate Bocc’s presence. Starla drifted her slender fingertips over the white walls, the materials sourced off world using his invention credits.

  “Are other Lokan homes like this?” she asked quietly.

  “Lokan homes—”

  “Chrome, you aren’t to speak unless spoken to,” Bocc blurted, interrupting the android’s explanation. Chrome immediately shut his mouth and folded his arms, his expression unnervingly irritated. I made him too real. Bocc narrowed his eyes. The android mirrored his action.

  “Well?” Starla lifted one eyebrow.

  “No. They’re nothing like this.” Bocc snorted, thinking of the primitive huts his brother’s tribesmen refused to improve upon. “They don’t even have running water.”

  “The running water is nice.” Starla gave him a small smile. Is she implying the rest of the house isn’t nice? “Your invention?”

  “Yes, but the shower stall wasn’t my design.” Bocc stalked over to the far wall, pressed a hidden panel and revealed his hoarded collection of architectural documents. “It originated with a famous designer.” He sorted through the information, his fingers growing clumsy as Starla joined him. “On Symra II.” He showed her the image, bracing himself for her ridicule. “Imagine a building like that, as tall as the trees. We would sleep in the clouds.”

  Her head bent over the fragile paper, her exotic brown curls, the curls she tried to convince him were plain, framing her beautiful face.

  She’ll laugh and call me a fool. I am a fool, for wanting what I can’t have, for wanting her. He tightened his grip on the paper, twisting it.

  “You could build a home like this.” Starla covered his hand with hers, her skin achingly soft. “With the sleeping chamber on the ground floor, so the planet can replenish your energy.” She looked around her, her eyes bright. “You could use this home as your base and build upward.”

  “You hate this home.” The words slipped out before he could stop them.

  “I judged you without knowing the facts.” Her mouth twisted. “I thought you were running from your Lokan roots.” She brushed her fingers over his scarred knuckles. “I didn’t realize you were embracing your dreams.”

  She understands. Desire roared through Bocc. “I wish to embrace you.” He leaned into her, smelling her rising arousal. The paper fell from his fingers, drifting to the floor. “I—”

  The door slammed open. “You take the female and wish all of the glory too, brother?” Tukbar roared, his sword in his hand. “And I believed your talk of not wanting to be chief.” More warriors pushed into the house, jostling for position around Tukbar.

  Always an outcast. Always under suspicion. “I can’t be chief.” Bocc stepped protectively in front of Starla. “I’m not a Lokan, or did I hit you so hard you don’t remember that?” He stealthily perused the room, looking for a weapon, his sword left near the door.

  “But this would change your status, wouldn’t it?” Tukbar spat. “Minarb explained your secret plan.” The men around him nodded, disgust on their rugged faces.

  “My secret plan to fight our mythical enemy, you mean?” Bocc forced a laugh, showing them he didn’t care about their unfounded accusations. “With that big toy I’ve been playing with? Is that the secret plan you claim to know nothing about?”

  “The toy?” Tukbar looked behind him, his face flushing red. “Th
ose stories were so fantastical. How could I believe them?” He sheathed his sword, and the other warriors did the same.

  The pain in Bocc’s heart didn’t lessen. “How could you believe me, your own brother?” He glared, not ready to forgive or forget. “How could you believe Minarb, your female?”

  “His female?” Starla spluttered, her soft hands flat on his back.

  “Not now.” Bocc pushed her farther behind him, unwilling to share her beauty with the others. “You should leave, Lokan. You’re not welcome here.”

  Starla inhaled sharply, the sound adding emphasis to his declaration.

  Tukbar’s face crumbled. “We’ll leave, but not until we receive the same blocker you’ve taken. I won’t have you fight our enemy alone.”

  “Alone? I’ve lived my life alone,” Bocc growled, his rage escalating. “I don’t need Lokan help now.”

  “You’re a proud fool, Bocc.” Tukbar turned, his shoulders slumped. “Just like our father.” The warriors filed out of the house.

  “Wait!” Starla ducked under Bocc’s arm and darted toward the men. “He does need help.”

  “Does he?” Tukbar pivoted, his expression brightening.

  “He does not.” Bocc pulled his reckless mate back into the protective circle of his arms. “Little Star, I won’t have you interfering with my decisions.”

  “And I won’t have you dying.” She glared up at him, adorably fierce. “I was sent here to do a job and I’m doing that job.”

  You were sent here for me. Painfully aware of their unwanted audience, Bocc kept his mouth shut.

  “Chrome, come.” She beckoned, taking his silence for agreement.

  Tukbar stepped back, his face losing color. “Why do you need the machine?”

  “You want the blockers, I’ll give you the blockers.” Starla opened Chrome’s chest cavity. One of the men, Bocc wasn’t sure which one, whimpered. She extracted a tube of clear liquid and tapped it.

  Baktot’s balls, she’s going to administer them right here, right now.

  “Outside,” Bocc barked, pushing roughly on Tukbar’s shoulder, transferring some of his fury physically. The Lokan warriors lumbered into the cool night air. “No one’s getting sick inside our home.”