Chapter Six
Pitch Pantera grabbed the girl around the waist. “Keep still.” Even though only in her early twenties, she fought like a seasoned she-cat. Lucky for him she didn’t have Warrior training. Otherwise, she’d be even more formidable. He noticed the bandage on her arm. From her computer records he knew she was Sunevian, not Xylon, so she didn’t possess the ability to self-heal. He couldn’t imagine going through life so vulnerable to infection and disease.
His hand-tracker had picked her up shortly after the team had split to locate her. The main tracker on Xylon led them to her general location. But nothing had registered on their handheld tracking system upon landing, so each of them had taken a different path to speed up the search.
His nose twitched from the lingering odor of smoke. She must have built a fire earlier to heat the broken-down abode where he’d found her hiding. Her clothing—a long shirt only—dirty and torn, hung on her as if not her own, and didn’t provide much coverage or protection. Her bare legs showed numerous scratches and wounds.
The air on the Sand Moon during the day often became sweltering, but at night the temperature dropped severely. No telling how long she’d suffered the effects.
She kicked his shin.
“Ow, damn it!” He should have refused this mission, and he’d known it right from the beginning. Females on the run for too long always caused trouble when found.
She flailed her fists and screamed, her long black hair flying. “Let me go!”
“Calm down, Josella. I’m here to help you.” The Sand Moon was not a vacation spot, but the toughest Banishment Zone of the four to survive. He needed to get her to safety before she ended up enslaved or worse. She was a skinny little thing and wouldn’t last long if one of the gangs got hold of her. From the feel of her ribs, she hadn’t eaten properly in a long while. And she needed a bath.
She stilled in his arms. “How do you know who I am? Who are you?”
“My name’s Pitch Pantera. I’m a Class 2 Xylon Warrior. Braden Koll sent me and two other Warriors to find and secure you.”
She turned to face him. “Who sent you?”
“Braden Koll, the new Warrior Leader.”
“Koll? What happened to Laszlo?”
Her wide green eyes took him by surprise. Beautiful. “Disappeared. Braden has made a deal with your sister.”
“Halah?” the girl’s voice broke, and a look of sadness formed on her features.
She raised her chin, feigning an outer strength he suspected would shatter if pushed much further. “Yeah. Now stop fighting me, and let’s get out of here. This place is not safe.”
Life in the Banishment Zones consisted of gang warfare, survival of the fittest. The worst of the worst ended up sent to the Banishment Zones. The occasional innocent got dropped on the moons too, which was unfortunate. They normally didn’t live long. He glanced around, a shiver running down his spine. He could almost feel the evil in the air.
“Are we going to Xylon?”
The hope in her voice touched him, but he pushed the feeling aside. Personal involvement affected judgment. He needed to stay sharp. “Quiet. You’ve attracted enough attention with your screams. We’ll have company soon if we don’t get out of here now.” He pulled out his disruptor and tugged her behind him. “Come on. I’ll explain everything once we reach a secure area.”
* * * * *
Leila caressed her breasts. She needed stimulation again, and more than she could give herself. She felt her discomfort growing. Her head didn’t hurt this time, instead she felt itchy inside, which wasn’t as painful, at least.
Probably, the chemicals were wearing off. She really would like to be fucked properly, by a real cock—Erik’s cock—before the night ended. “Help me out, guys.”
They turned toward her, then simply stood there watching her touch herself.
As an incentive to them, like they needed one, she squeezed her tits and spread her legs wider. From the lust in their eyes, she felt like some party girl, entertaining a pack of horny Warriors just back from a dangerous mission. Still, they hesitated. She sighed.
So no misunderstandings occurred about what she needed, she told them straight out, “I need someone to fuck me. Now.” She didn’t specifically name Erik, because she wasn’t ready to deal with that admission in front of everyone.
Torque smiled. “I do so like a woman who knows what she wants. Get in there, Kam. Give her some dick, and let her suck down your cum. She needs it. Then we’ll fuck her good.”
“Torque…” Erik said, a frustrated tone in his voice.
“Oh, relax, Rhodes.”
Leila looked over at Kam. His healing elements would help her. If any chance existed of her scars disappearing, having the maximum protection inside her tonight would do it. In theory, anyhow.
Some female breeders healed faster than others. She wondered if those who did sucked more than one cock during their Initiation. From a medical standpoint, she would love to research the theory, if she could acquire the necessary details.
She and Erik looked at each other. While waiting for his reaction, she chewed at her bottom lip. She wished she knew his thoughts. He cocked an eyebrow at her. She shrugged. Her needs were such that the idea of sucking Kam appealed to her, but the decision was Erik’s.
Stroking his cock through his pants, Kam stepped in front of her. “Let me add to her healing ability, Erik. Or try.”
Erik shifted his eyes to stare at Kam. He didn’t look particularly happy, but finally Erik did nod. “Only to help her, and only tonight, Kam. I’m serious. You know the boundaries.”
“I know. Tonight only,” he agreed. “To help her.”
Kam and Erik exchanged some sort of hand signal she suspected was a form of a promise. She knew Erik worried about Kam, because of their close friendship. But he had nothing to worry about. Sure, Kam’s motives probably weren’t completely altruistic. She wasn’t naïve. But he’d never challenge Erik. And even if he did, the choice ultimately rested with her, unless otherwise ordered by the Council. Her choice was Erik.
With a slight smile on his face, Kam looked down at her. “My dick is yours.”
Leila tried not to laugh. These Warriors… They talked as if each of them gave her some great gift by letting her suck them. Well, during an Initiation, she supposed, they actually were giving her the gift of self-healing. She ripped open his pants and gently massaged him from base to tip. Warm, long, and mostly smooth to her touch. She slipped his semi-hard member into her mouth. “Mmm.” Within seconds, he became fully hard, and his unique scent filled her nostrils and mouth.
“Yeah. Lick and suck it, Leila.” He caressed the back of her head.
She glided her tongue over him several times, then once more sucked him deep. She felt their eyes on her. She liked them watching, because she knew she was making them hard, which gave her a heady sense of power in the situation. She took Kam’s full length into her mouth and lightly caressed his balls with her fingers.
“Ah, yeah.” Kam widened his stance, planting his feet firmly. He held the back of her head. “Here we go.”
Yes! Come for me, Kam, her mind shouted. She needed all the healing elements he could give her.
With a groan, he came, and his semen filled her mouth. “Suck it down, Leila.”
She swallowed his cum, taking all he had and sucking for more. He did taste good, as he’d said in the shower. Not so musky. Even slightly sweet. Must be the Tamarian part of him. She’d never tasted Tamarian cock, so she had no real point of reference as to whether her theory was correct. Perhaps, he’d simply guzzled something sweet earlier.
She pulled off him and licked her lips, which got a groan from the rest of the men.
As Kam collapsed on the bed, looking spent, she smiled up at the others. When they didn’t speak or move, she asked, “Are you all just going to stand there staring at me?”
“Erik?” Braden prodded.
“Get her down flat on the floor,” he
directed, a look of sexual intensity in his eyes. “She’s earned that good, hard fucking we promised her.”
Leila gulped, and her heart pounded. She couldn’t pull her gaze from Erik’s. The promise of sexual satisfaction in his eyes shone clearly. Yes, Erik. Fuck me.
* * * * *
Laszlo hunched over in pain. “Damn.” He fell into a cushioned chair in front of his panel of monitors. With everything he was capable of, he still hadn’t found a cure for this weakness and pain. He feared the solution didn’t exist.
His gut clenched. “Ohh…” He didn’t think he was long for this life. Though not harboring a death wish, once he did pass on, a lot of problems, for a lot of people, would be solved.
So maudlin. He sighed. Not a normal emotion for him. As his pain increased, his strength of character and emotional stability diminished in equal proportion.
Daegal and “the other” were probably suffering the same effects. They must be desperate to find him. They wouldn’t succeed. Nobody knew of this place deep in the forest. Nor could the location be tracked. He’d made sure of the security. He had many of these hidden locations to ensure his safety, and moved often. Kam was aware of one of the areas, but only one, and not this particular one.
He’d been able to maintain his projection powers from this secret location with the help of his computers and other electronic sources as boosters. From here, he monitored Xylon, Marid, and maintained partial surveillance of the four Banishment Zone Moons.
His vision had been going lately, and he’d had to adjust the monitor settings to make out the images. What else would break down in his body? He stared at the monitor displaying Leila’s re-initiation.
He should have monitored her first one. He could have saved her a lot of grief over the years. He’d never brought up the possibility of a re-initiation to her, believing she wouldn’t agree. He admired Braden and his ability to set things right.
The way Braden now ran The Lair made him proud. If the man were his own son, he couldn’t be more pleased.
His mate, Alexa, though half-Earthling, had grown into a special woman. Just as he’d hoped. Her children would become leaders one day, if they survived to adulthood.
Torque gave him pause. The man had turned unpredictable after his and Braden’s mother had taken her life quite a number of years ago. Such a tragedy. He still blamed himself for not somehow preventing her death. If the Council hadn’t pushed for her to multi-mate with different Warriors because of her super breeder status…
He shook his head. He couldn’t change what had happened, so he concentrated on what he could change.
Finally, Leila and Erik would be together. Only a small matter of time remained now, until they joined. Their bond should have occurred years ago, in his opinion, but maybe they both needed time to mature. Leila possessed a brilliant medical and research mind. And Erik provided a great second to Braden, with his high military skills. Through the years, Erik had maintained his iron will and carried out his duties as a Warrior and a man of principle, whether he acknowledged it or not.
Kam. Also a man of principle. Perhaps too much for his own good. Inflexibility often got a man into trouble. They’d been out of contact for a long time now. He didn’t even know if Kam still trusted him. Or if he would help him, should the need arise. He needed to find a cure for Kam’s pain, before he passed from this life. Leila was working on it, but she hadn’t cracked the problem yet. And Kam needed a mate, too. Still so much to do.
So far, he’d sabotaged Daegal’s breeder sterilization formula without The Dome’s knowledge. Also, he’d contaminated their food sources—the poison would only affect the Egesa. He couldn’t take the chance of a Warrior slave succumbing to the formula, so the active ingredients specifically targeted Egesa physiology. They’d discover the problem soon and implement a counteragent. But by that time, a great deal of damage would be done.
He knew Braden was sending a team to Marid. Regardless of his sabotage, that mission needed to take place for reasons other than those Braden knew. Everything was slowly falling into place.
* * * * *
Erik watched Torque pull Leila’s arms over her head and trap them against the floor. Torque enjoyed restraining women during sex as did most male Warriors on Xylon. Dominating women, expecting sexual submission, was normal in their society. Their females, especially the Warriors, developed as strong, independent women. To submit was the greatest gift they gave to the males.
“Clip her nipples, Braden,” he ordered.
“Clip?” Leila’s voice revealed her surprise and wariness. “You know I’m not into pain, Erik.”
He heard the tremble in her words. She had nothing to worry about. “I know,” he said. “You’ll like it.” Tonight was about discovery for her. He wanted to expose her to a large variety of sexual experiences, before he officially claimed her for his own. He never wanted her to resent not having enjoyed what most Xylon females took for granted.
“I’ll like it? Hmm. That’s what all men say. We’ll see.”
Erik smiled. “If you don’t like it, you can clip my nipples.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she answered with a laugh.
And he had no doubt she spoke the truth. So, he’d better make this good for her, or he’d never live it down.
“No further protests?” Torque asked her when she said nothing more. “I think we’ve created a nympho here, who’s willing to try anything. Isn’t that the Earth term, Kam?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
This time, Erik had to laugh. Hell, half of Xylon’s inhabitants fell into the nympho category, if one wanted to place a descriptive tag on their society’s people.
Braden retrieved the items from the Initiation case and knelt beside her. His tongue slowly trailed up Leila’s stomach, over her ribs, to her breasts. He lapped at one nipple, then attached a clip.
Leila groaned and arched her back. “Mmm, decadent.”
A sense of relief swept through Erik. He knew she’d experience some pressure, and maybe slight pain, but mostly intense stimulation. He thought she’d enjoy the feeling. Though, with sexual pleasure, nothing was assured. Each woman reacted differently.
Braden sucked her other nipple into his mouth, then clipped that one, too. He attached a chain, running from one clip to the other. Erik nodded at him, and Braden lightly tugged on the connector.
Leila gasped. “Oh! I can feel the pull from my nipples all the way down to my pussy. That’s…fucking nasty. I love it.”
“Man, and I love it when you talk dirty, babe,” Torque said with a chuckle. “Makes me hot.”
“Everything makes you hot, Torque,” she replied a little breathlessly.
Erik barely heard her words. He remained focused on her body, and the pleasure he wanted to give her. “Keep the clamps tight on her nipples until I’m through with her.” Going down on his knees, he slid his hands under her knees and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He supported her ass with his palms and buried his mouth between her legs. A delicious sexual meal, like no woman he’d ever tasted. His tongue licked every inch of her pussy, savoring her, like she was his last. He drew her clit into his mouth.
“Oh, yes! Eat me, Erik!” Leila moaned. “Eat me.”
Her words spurred him on. Slowly and steadily, he sucked her clit.
“Ah!”
“Spread her, Erik,” Braden said. “I want to push a lubed finger up her ass. Maybe two.”
A small whimpering sound escaped her lips.
Erik pulled her cheeks apart. He knew she’d love having her ass filled. She jerked slightly, and he figured Braden was entering her at that moment.
“Oh! Yes, Braden. Push all the way in. Yes. Yes. Like that.”
“Kam, get down here and hold her,” Torque directed.
Erik looked up briefly to watch Kam take Torque’s place and clasp Leila’s wrists in his hands. He stretched her arms flat on the floor above her head.
Torque tightened the nipple clamps
slightly, then began jerking the chain over and over, which jiggled her tits and pulled on her hard buds.
“Ah!”
What a sight! Completely at their mercy, with him in control. Erik’s dick hardened painfully, and he lowered his mouth to her pussy once more.
With Torque tugging the chain, Kam restraining her, Erik licking and sucking her clit, and Braden’s fingers up her ass, Leila felt just like their sex slave, as Torque had said before, and as she’d felt in the bed earlier when they’d worked her over sexually. Yes. She let go and allowed it all to happen, complete sexual surrender.
Torque leaned down and whispered against her lips. “You’re gorgeous. And you enjoy being held down, don’t you? I know you do, babe.”
“I wouldn’t—”
“Shh.” He licked her lips. “You love getting gang-fucked by men you can trust. Don’t deny it.” He jerked the nipple chain harder.
“Oh!” He was right. She couldn’t deny it. She did feel hot, and needy, and safe, and oh-so wet.
Erik’s lips and tongue consumed her in a way that made her feel like he believed her pussy belonged to him. And Braden pumped his fingers inside her ass with wild abandon, back and forth, pushing deep.
So good.
Tugging only gently on the chain, now, to stretch her nipples, Torque whispered against her mouth, “Erik is going to ride you hard, babe. I can’t wait to watch him drill that sexy, wet cunt of yours. That’s what you’ve always secretly wanted, right, for him to fuck you, while others watched? That’s why you really still go to the Joining Parties, hoping he’ll push the issue and make you submit in front of everyone. Admit it.” He pulled harder on the chain. “Admit it!”
Her answer was a scream as she came. Vaguely, she heard Kam and Braden praising and encouraging her. Her pleasure rose and peaked, then slowly ebbed to a mild tremor.
Torque released the nipple clamps. She groaned at the flood of hot sensation. His mouth covered one nipple then the next, sucking gently.
Erik sat back, watching her reactions. Just knowing his eyes were on her made her feel sexy and desired. Her eyes remained locked with his until Braden moved and blocked her view. He licked at her lips as Torque had done earlier, but he didn’t kiss her. He tugged open his pants.
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