Interstellar Service and Discipline 03 Fallen Star.lit

by Morgan Hawke

  Fallon whimpered with the exquisite fire stirred by his fingers.

  He licked his lips. “Fuck me, kitten. Fuck me hard.”

  She rocked forward and up, leaning into his hands. The shafts slid outward. Decadent delight. She sat back and they slid within. The ripple of pleasure in her core was laced with the bright edge of pain in her ass. She rose and fell. It felt so good, it felt so right ... More, she needed more.

  She caught his wrists, holding his hands to her breasts, using him for leverage, rising sharply and falling hard in increasingly stronger lunges.

  Sobehk groaned and moved under her. His knees came up, and he thrust in counterpoint to her driving plunges. His mouth opened, showing long teeth. He groaned. “Chaos.” He sucked in a breath. “Almost there.” His breath quickened, and he increased his thrusts in speed and strength, grunting with effort.

  Fallon felt the sudden and violent rise of heat and tension that marked approaching climax. She was going to cum ...

  Sobehk arched tautly under her, and his pupils abruptly changed from round to feline slits. A rumbling, liquid growl vibrated through him.

  A shiver of anticipation raced through Fallon. She felt the fullness in her cunt and her ass swell with alarming speed. She rose from him. She didn’t want to get locked to his body.

  “Oh, no, you don’t!” Sobehk snarled and twisted, rolling her under him and grinding mercilessly within her. “Your tight little body will squeeze the cum from my knots in one long delicious orgasm guaranteed to give me an excellent night’s sleep.”

  Fallon hissed and bucked as the tightness stretched her. Movement became uncomfortable.

  Sobehk growled in masculine triumph. “Oh, yeah ... good and tied.”

  She twisted hard and yelped. He was lodged tight in her. They were locked. She glared at him. “Bastard!”

  Sobehk leaned up and smiled hungrily. “Yep.” His head dropped and his teeth sank into her shoulder.

  Release exploded through her in a hot wet rush. She howled and bucked frantically under him, her nails scoring his butt and thighs.

  His tongue stroked the bite on her shoulder. “Mmm, that was nice. Do that again.” His mouth shifted, and his teeth sank into her a second time, only a few centimeters from the first bite.

  She gasped, shocked. The venom in his bite made the second bite sharper, harsher, and hotter.

  Climax knotted in her belly and rushed outward in a blaze of glory that burned up her arching spine and ripped a scream from her throat.

  Sobehk ground into her, riding her bucking climax. “That’s what I like to hear.”

  Fallon whimpered as she came down from her release and panted under him, soaked in sweat, the air perfumed with the rich musk of lust.

  “Isabeau ...” His mouth found hers in a leisurely but thorough kiss.

  Fallon kissed him back, glad to her soul to have him exactly where he was, safe in her arms, though annoyed that she was stuck in the damned bed.

  His arms closed tight around her and he rolled to his side, their bodies locked in carnal intimacy and their legs entwined. His tongue swept deliciously against hers. A purr boiled from his chest. He pulled back and stared at her with eyes dark yet hooded with sleepy heat. “Isabeau.” He brushed the hair from her damp brow then pressed a kiss there. He pulled her against his heart. “Go to sleep.”

  Fallon glanced up past Sobehk’s broad shoulder to see that Khan still watched from the edge of the bed. His eyes were hot, but his mouth was tight. He rose and moved away.

  Sobehk’s heart pounded against her ear in a steady rhythm even as his purr closed around her.

  * * * * *

  Someone came into the bed.

  Fallon started awake.

  An unknown Skeldhi in long, sleeveless gray robes bent toward Sobehk.

  Her entire body tensed, and a growl of warning boiled from her throat.

  The gray-robed Skeldhi jerked back.

  “Isabeau, no.” Khan was suddenly in the bed at her side. He caught the chain around her throat and tugged slightly. “He’s a sehn’dhyt , a medic.” He looked up. “I have her, A’syr . She’s just being protective.” He nodded toward Sobehk, who had not awakened. “Continue.”

  The sehn’dhyt leaned over Sobehk with a wary eye on Fallon. He applied a hydraulic syringe to Sobehk’s throat.

  Sobehk sighed, but did not wake.

  The sehn’dhyt lifted Sobehk’s wrist to examine the band around it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another hydraulic syringe. He darted an uneasy look at Fallon before applying that syringe to the bend in Sobehk’s arm. He withdrew from the bed.

  Khan released her chain and stroked her hair. “Go back to sleep.” He moved from the bed.

  Fallon snuggled up against Sobehk, putting an arm over his hip.

  The sehn’dhyt looked over at Khan. “He’ll need another treatment at the beginning of the night cycle and again in morning cycle.” He glanced at Fallon. “He can begin exercise therapy the following day, ‘Syr.”

  Khan nodded and lifted an arm, gently herding the medic toward the door. “I’ll see to it that he stays on schedule, A’syrsehn’dhyt .”

  Fallon pressed her nose against Sobehk’s heart and curled tight up against him, listening to his slow and steady heartbeat.

  * * * * *

  Someone was in the room.

  Fallon’s eyes snapped open. She shifted and discovered that Sobehk was no longer locked in her body. She wormed out from under him.

  He sighed heavily but remained asleep.

  She moved as silently as she could across the blankets and pillows to the edge of the bowl. She lifted her head to catch a trace of scent. It was Khan.

  “Isabeau.” Khan’s voice was barely a whisper.

  An odd hunger tugged at her. She eased up over the edge and parted the gold curtains. There were fewer lights than before. Deep shadows filled the room’s corners.

  Khan sat cross-legged and facing her on a large pillow by the round table. He was barefoot and in only his black kilt. Sitting on the table by his elbow were a clear glass bowl half full of meat, a spoon, a folded cloth napkin, and a clear glass tumbler of water.

  “Come.” He patted his knee, and muscle moved across his broad, scarred chest.

  Fallon moved silently across the carpet, his scent drawing her. He smelled good. He smelled right. And a part of her wanted ...she wanted ... to touch him, and be touched by him. She needed to touch him.

  She stopped only a few steps away, trembling.

  “Down.”

  She dropped to her knees.

  He smiled. “Good. Lower, and closer.”

  She dropped to her hands and inched toward him. He encouraged her closer until she crouched nearly on her belly with her hands on his knees. She spotted the black chain leash coiled by his knee under the table.

  He picked up the bowl, scooped food into the spoon, and held it up. “Open.”

  Fallon cringed and made a small sound of protest. He wanted to feed her like a child? She knew how to eat properly.

  His brow rose.

  She flinched, opened her mouth, and sucked the meat from his spoon. It was warm but tasted as though it was barely cooked. The copper taste of extremely rare meat was very strong. She sucked it down just the same, finally resigned to no longer chewing.

  He smiled and picked up the napkin to dab at her lower lip. In complete silence he spoon-fed her, stopping every now and again to offer her the glass of water or dab at her lips with the napkin.

  He set the empty bowl and the spoon on the table, and gave her lips a final swipe of the napkin. He leaned to the side, lifted the black chain leash from beside his knee, and clipped it to the chain around her throat.

  Fallon winced.

  “Open my kilt.”

  Fallon reached into his lap to tug at the ties. The cloth parted to reveal his half-aroused cocks.

  “Lick. Don’t suck; just lick.”

  Fallon set her hands on his thighs and droppe

d to her belly. She lowered her head into his lap, extended her tongue and stroked the bumpy underside of his primary cock. The metal balls under his skin rasped against her tongue. The flavor was strong enough that she was pretty sure he wore titanium. It was a little odd, tasting so much metal in his cock. She licked.

  He sighed and hardened.

  She slid the point of her tongue around the flared edge of his cockhead and then across the sensitive tip. She flicked her tongue across and around the heavy balls that marked the bar that speared through the center of his cockhead from top to bottom.

  Khan let his head fall back and groaned in pleasure.

  The sound of his enjoyment and the scent of his arousal seared through her and cream slicked her thighs. She licked with increasing eagerness.

  The electronic whisper of the door caught her attention.

  The leash rattled in his hand. “Continue. Do not stop.”

  She continued to lick but proceeded to lave the top of his shaft so she could look above his knee to see who had entered.

  The slender gray-robed sehn’dhyt , the Skeldhi medic from before, came in and bowed to Khan.

  Khan waved his hand toward the bed. “Proceed.”

  Fallon watched him move toward the bed.

  Khan tugged lightly on the chain. “Pay attention to me.” He pushed her head lower.

  Fallon licked at his lower shaft, her view completely blocked by his raised knees. His cocks stiffened considerably, and his breathing deepened. Liquid musk dampened her tongue. She lapped at it. Warmth curled and clenched in her belly and her nipples tightened to hard, hot points. Her clit throbbed. A small hungry moan escaped her.

  She felt Khan’s body shift and turn, but he held the chain too tight to allow her to raise her head to see.

  He groaned. “All right, the sehn’dhyt has left.” He pushed her back. “Sit up.”

  Fallon sat back on her heels and licked her lips.

  Khan unlatched the leash, set it on the table, and stood, his kilt sliding from his thighs. He lifted the fallen cloth and set it over the leash on the table. “Come.” He strode for the bed, his rigid cocks waving before him.

  Fallon rose and followed, her body trembling with hungry tension. He was going to fuck her. She couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Khan pushed the curtain back and stepped over the edge into his enormous round bed. He turned and bent to pick up a black squeeze tube that lay on the floor at the bed’s rim. He squeezed a large dollop of gel into his palm, then smiled at her as he reached down to stroke himself. “Come. Come to me.”

  Fallon eased over the edge into the blankets and pillows of the deep bed.

  Khan seized her around the waist and flung her back onto the pillows.

  She gasped in surprise.

  Khan grinned down at her and then fell on her, his hot body dropping onto hers and his mouth taking hers in a devouring kiss. His clawed fingers raked down her side.

  She bucked, moaning under his mouth, and clawed his shoulders and back in retaliation.

  He groaned and pressed his cocks against her belly as he dug his claws into her butt.

  She hissed with the bright, hot burn. Khan was apparently in the mood to play. Wriggling, she caught hold of his arm, insinuated her leg just right, and flipped him over onto his stomach. In half a breath, she climbed on his back to straddle his hips, then locked his arm behind him, pinning him.

  He grunted in surprise.

  Fallon dropped along the top of him and opened her mouth on his shoulder.

  He stilled, and his breathing quickened.

  Fallon smiled. He was waiting for her bite. She raked her teeth and tongue across his shoulder instead, deliberately teasing him.

  He growled, clearly disappointed. He rolled, trying to get her under him.

  Fallon eluded his grasp with ease, rolling among the pillows and twisting out of his holds. Small giggles erupted as his frustrated growls increased. She darted in to nip at his pierced nipples, making him jump, then nipped the tender undersides of his arms. He pulled away, but she pursued him, twisting around him to nip the sensitive insides of his thighs. She scored a nice nip on the cheek of his ass.

  Khan jumped and twisted, but he couldn’t quite grab her.

  Sobehk, spread out on his belly, groaned and opened one blue eye. “Khan, you are not going to win a wrestling match with her. She’s augmented to the hilt for dexterity and ...” He smiled. “She plays dirty.”

  Khan sat back on his heels among the pillows, panting just a little. His skin was marked by a full dozen tiny bleeding nips and more than a dozen scratches from her claws. “Is that so?” He grinned. He was obviously enjoying himself and brutally excited. He raised a brow at Sobehk. “Then how did you catch her?”

  Sobehk chuckled softly. “I wore armor.”

  Khan’s brows shot up. “Armor?”

  Fallon snorted. “You try fighting him for three days straight when he’s wearing armor and you’re not.”

  Khan tilted his head toward her, and his eyes narrowed. “So you like to fight dirty?” He came up on his feet but remained crouched.

  Uh-oh ...Fallon instinctively backed away, but the bed was not all that large, and Sobehk took up a pretty big portion of it.

  Khan launched himself at her.

  She threw herself back and rolled -- and couldn’t. Her foot was caught on something; or rather, something was wrapped around her ankle. Khan landed on top of her. The breath was knocked from her lungs. She twisted her hands free and scrambled to get out from under him, but her ankle was caught fast.

  Khan took no time at all to repay her nips.

  She yelped and twisted but couldn’t free her ankle.

  Sobehk chuckled from the pillows. “Having problems, kitten?”

  Fallon glanced down. Her ankle was trapped in his hand. She gasped. “Let go, you big brute! Let him fight his own battles!”

  Khan locked his legs around her hips and pinned her hands above her head. “I’ll take the backup, thank you.” He sank his teeth into her shoulder.

  Fallon shouted and arched up under him. She trembled, held still by the teeth in her shoulder. His venom raced through her, bringing every single one of his nips to bright, hot life while stirring the heat in her belly into an unbelievably ravenous craving. She moaned and lifted her knees to pull away from Sobehk’s hold.

  Sobehk’s hand, a manacle around her ankle, tugged her legs apart.

  Khan released her shoulder and grinned. “Yes, hold her open for me.” He unlocked his legs and shifted between her spread thighs.

  “Hey, no fair!” Fallon tried to buck him off, but Sobehk’s grip held her open.

  “You don’t fight fair ...” Khan came up on his knees, catching her under the thighs. His hands spread her wide. “Why should we?” He thrust. His primary cockhead surged into her slick interior.

  They both gasped.

  Fallon twisted her hips. The bar in his cock was a fierce and delicious pressure as it forged into her. The second cock pressed for entry. She sucked in a breath and pushed out. The slick head of Khan’s second cock, and the bar that pierced it, pressed into her ass even as his primary cock surged deeper into her hungry cunt. She groaned.

  “Mother Night, ah ...” Khan dug his clawed fingers into her ass, pulling her tighter to him. He thrust, hard, surging in to the root, and sighed.

  Fallon wrapped her arms under his. She need to be fucked and was not in the mood to wait any longer. She pulled him down to her and arched up to sink her teeth into Khan’s shoulder.

  Khan shuddered and hissed then moaned. “Spawn of Chaos, you’re potent!” He ground his metal-laden cocks deep into her.

  Fallon locked her legs around his hips, pulled her teeth from his shoulder and stroked the tears with her tongue.

  Khan sighed. “Mmm, yes.” He locked an arm around her and pushed up with his free hand, sitting up on his knees with Fallon in his arms. His hands slid down to cup her ass. He lifted her to the very end of his cocks.

  Fallon moaned as the cock in her ass delivered dark, rich pleasure on the retreating stroke.

  He pressed her down onto him while thrusting upward.

  She squeezed on the thrust and was rewarded as his pierced cock struck something deliciously exciting deep in her cunt. She released a startled cry and bucked hard.

  Khan smiled. “Oh, liked that, did you?”

  Fallon dug her claws into him and pushed upward. “Don’t stop! More!”

  Khan laughed softly and lifted, then shoved her down on his cocks while thrusting as she fell onto him. Then again, and again ...

  Fallon twisted in counterthrust and bright, sharp pleasure raked through her on each stroke. Delighted and desperate cries poured from her lips.

  The rich scent of lust perfumed the small alcove.

  Khan’s breathing became labored, and sweat slid down his body. The base of his cocks hardened and expanded, slipping in and then out, pressing against her clit on each entry.

  Fallon dug her claws into Khan’s back as she bucked and cried out her building pleasure. Climax rose and tightened in a white-hot ball of tension waiting to explode.

  Khan groaned and dropped down among the pillows, his body pinning hers. He caught a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch under him. He lowered his head and nipped at her swollen nipples, scoring her breasts with his long teeth, while grinding deep within her. The bases of his cocks expanded further, swelling to tightness, locking her in his carnal embrace. His mouth centered on her nipple and opened wide.

  She bucked frantically, right on the edge of falling. “Bite me!”

  He held perfectly still.

  She snarled and her nails scored his ass as she pulled him in tighter. “Bite me, damn you!”

  He growled.

  She stilled. “Please!” She shuddered in desperation. “‘Syr, please!”

  His teeth stabbed into her.

  Fierce pain slashed across her breast in a burning rush of sharp-edged pleasure. Release detonated then shock-waved through her, setting her blood on fire. She screamed.

  Khan locked her in his embrace, sucking hard on her nipple and drawing her blood into his mouth.

  Fallon shuddered and bucked under him, releasing cry after gasping cry. The venom in his saliva increased the pleasure surging through her body and the burn from sucking at her wounds, extending the waves of climax to a maddening degree, drowning her in dark-edged pleasure.

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