I stopped, shook my head. Started pacing the floor. “Strike ‘a cupful is taken out,’ Larissa. It’s hardly worthy of a post-apocalyptic musing that’s going to be hailed as the greatest work of our time. Replace with ‘if a few drops disappear’ and then read it back to me so I can hear how that sounds.”
“Past, present and future—all lives…”
Larissa went on in her ever-so-boring even voice, but I’d quit listening. The wall between the lab and my sleeping quarters had suddenly vanished, and my attention was fixed on the figure standing in the opening.
She came toward me slowly, hips swaying. Moving to an exotic cadence as old as time. I could almost hear the low, seductive chant, feel the pulsing beat deep in my loins. An Arythian fertility goddess come to life, just like in my vision, with skin as black as the precious gemstones of the Mira-Ba caverns.
Instead of a skirt made of narrow ribbons, she wore one sewn from a fabric so sheer it was nearly translucent. She had nothing on underneath it, and her beautiful breasts were bare. Every time I laid eyes on them, I hungered for a taste of her shocking-pink nipples.
I’d never seen the skirt before, and I guessed that Jess had helped her sew it as a surprise for me. Ever since I introduced them, the two had spent hours together nearly every day while I worked in the lab. Jess was teaching her the subtle nuances of the Arythian language, and they learned about our culture and practices watching vids and hols we’d stocked for the amusement of the crew.
Just as in my vision, she stopped in front of me, so close her scent filled my lungs, and dropped to her knees.
“Forgive me, Master,” she said. “I have done something forbidden.”
My mind flooded with erotic images. I fought to keep my voice stern. “What did you do?”
“I pleasured myself, my lord.” She went on in a rush, as though she might not have the courage to continue. “Without your permission. I know it was wrong.”
My cock swelled. “How did you pleasure yourself?”
She bowed her head, unwilling to meet my eyes. “With my hands.”
That was different. In my vision, she’d used the wand, too. Then it hit me. She didn’t know about the wand. I’d been so caught up in my work, I hadn’t taken the time to introduce her to its pleasures.
Remembering how this vision had ended, I took her by the arm and led her back into our bedchamber where we wouldn’t run the risk of a crew member walking in on us. The wall materialized, sealing us inside. “Do it again. Right now.”
“In front of you?” She looked up at me then, her beautiful dark eyes wide. “My lord, please. I know I deserve to be punished. But please…don’t make me do that. I would be so embarrassed.”
“You will do everything you did alone right here in front of me. Or you will be punished—in front of the crew.” I ignored her shocked gasp. “Now, get on the bed and pull your skirt up to your waist. Then show me exactly what you did.”
Trembling, she turned and walked the few steps to the bed. She gathered the folds of her skirt and climbed onto the bed with her back to me, baring that sweet ass. I was tempted to give it a few firm swats, but I could do that any time. The idea of watching her pleasure herself was far more intriguing at the moment.
She lay down on her back. Knees bent, legs spread, revealing those soft folds the color of a seasprite shell. My cockheads writhed, desperate to be freed, when I saw that she’d come straight to me, her labia still slick with the juices of her arousal.
She didn’t deserve to be punished. Far too often, I’d brought my little human to a screaming climax then gone off to work in the lab and left her alone. It wasn’t fair to awaken her sexual urges and then give her nothing to do but think about them while forbidding her to discover for herself the many ways her body could experience pleasure. She’d become so desperate that she was willing to submit to punishment if that was the only way to get my attention.
I vowed that I’d make it up to her. Starting tonight.
She closed her eyes. She stroked her pleasure nub, making it swell and grow, while one finger of her other hand slid between the folds.
She stopped. Dropped her hands to her sides and opened her eyes. “That’s what I did,” she murmured.
My cockheads strained against my pants, frantic to go where her finger had been. “Did you climax?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Even though you knew it was forbidden.”
“Y…yes, Master.”
“Then keep going,” I commanded. “Do it again, exactly the way you did before. I want to watch.” I got up on the bed and positioned myself between her legs so I had a close-up view.
Hesitantly, she pulled back the hood of her pleasure nub and began stroking it. Dipped a fingertip back inside the tight folds of her pussy.
There were times when I blessed my ability to know what went on in her mind. She’d learned to love my dominance. In fact, she’d been fantasizing about it the whole time she played with herself. So I gave her what she craved. “That’s not the way you did it,” I growled, feigning a far sterner demeanor than I felt. “You used two fingers. And once you got aroused, you shoved them in as far as you could.”
She hesitated then slid a second finger in.
“Now do it. Keep going until you make yourself come.”
I meant to drive home my mastery of her, but it was more like a punishment for me. Watching her fingers plunging in and out, hips bucking as she picked up the pace. Rubbing her little nub faster and faster, panting for breath as it swelled and grew.
Finally, I couldn’t bear it any longer. With a roar, I yanked my pants down, leaned over her, and braced myself on one elbow. My cockheads twisted and writhed as they neared her dripping wet pussy. Grabbing both her wrists in one hand, I pinned them to the bed above her head. Then I lunged forward and unleashed my wicked warriors.
Chapter Twelve
Aja
I writhed under him as he buried himself deep inside me. No matter how many times we did this, he drove me mad with passion. I knew women could have more than one orgasm, but he gave me so many, it had to be breaking a record. Although when I’d asked Jess, as we sewed together earlier this sol cycle, she’d told me it seemed to be the norm. As we became friends, spent more time together, I’d become more comfortable discussing the details of our sex life. After all, it wasn’t like I had a lot of other things to talk about. Arythians had that special something. Not just the physical aspect, either.
I couldn’t wait to tell her how he liked my new outfit.
Although my confession might have had a lot to do with his extra enthusiasm.
But, as his cockheads drove into me, moving together and separate in a way unexplainable—at least to me—he murmured, “You were very naughty, Aja. You know I’ll have to punish you for touching yourself.”
“Are you going to spank me, Master?” My words were breathless, visions of being held over his lap, my head hanging low while he turned my ass crimson with his warrior’s hand driving me nearly mad with desire. Even the Archon was a warrior, as Jess, had explained to me, trained to do battle for his people as well as in their lore and to pass on the knowledge to others. He had other special skills, like empathy, making him an incredibly valuable member of the crew as well as his race in the larger sense. And the only one left of his kind.
“I will punish you…as I see fit.”
He dominated me, but in such a way that I always got what I wanted, even if it seemed as if it was his for his own pleasure. I knew what I was doing when I showed up in the outfit, and when I brought myself to an orgasm much less satisfying than the ones he gave me—even though I fantasized about him the whole time.
But when I did it on his orders—a shudder rippled through me at the memory, and he groaned. “Aja, you’re as tight as the first time I took you. Hold tight to me.” I wrapped my legs around his hips, arms around his neck, and shrieked when he stood, taking me with him. He braced my back against the wall and drove deep
inside me, again and again. The cockheads swirled in an elaborate pattern, finding new spots to stroke with each motion. I linked my fingers behind Vyraz’s neck, holding on for dear life through the storm.
“Did you think you could pleasure yourself better than this, Aja?” he growled before biting down on my earlobe and tugging. It stung, and I shrieked, but I didn’t want him to stop.
I’d learned I liked a little pain with my pleasure. Knowledge he’d also seemed to pick up on without my telling him. The Arythian was either the most intuitive or really could read my mind. But, right now, I didn’t care. I’d become addicted to the pleasure he gave me.
His cockheads began to fire, bathing my insides with hot cum, splashing inside me like a series of fire hoses shooting hot foam. I shrieked as another climax came upon me, and I rippled around him. With a quick pivot and two long strides, we were on the bed again, while he gave a final plunge into my body then braced himself on his elbows and looked down at me.
“I have an idea.”
I blinked. “Can I have a minute to recover first? I don’t think I’ll survive another round otherwise.”
“Do you think of nothing but sex?” His deep chuckle never failed to send me, and he rolled us over so I sat on top of him, with his cock still buried inside me, and moving a little. I swore those things were alive sometimes. He lay on his back, knees bent to give me something to lean on. “That wasn’t what I meant, but I will accommodate your request.
He looked so relaxed, while I wanted to squirm. “Vy—Master, please.”
“Please, what, Aja? What would you like?”
The slow movement of the five—yes, I had determined the number at some point—cockheads made it hard to think. “I want…I want to know what my punishment will be.”
“Very well.” And just like that, he lifted me off him and set me on the edge of the bed. Before I had time to take it in, he was on his feet and moving toward the wall. He revealed a ledge, similar to the one Jess used for her baubles. But this one held different items altogether. Closing his hand around something, he faced me again. “On your hands and knees, Aja. And don’t ask questions. I will explain as I choose. Or not.”
Trembling, I rolled onto my stomach and crawled forward into position. I had questions, but defying him would only lead to a punishment spanking, which was not the kind that made me come.
“Don’t turn around.”
“Y-yes, Master.” I might get away with his name sometimes but, during punishment, I knew better.
Big hands grasped my bottom cheeks and pulled them apart. I tensed. “Relax, Aja. I have something special for you here.” Cool liquid slipped over my bottom hole, followed by a finger smoothing it around. “One day I will take you here, but for now we can combine your punishment with the start of training.”
“Yes, Master.” But I was not relaxing.
“If you stay like this, it’s going to hurt more. Up to you.” Something smooth and hard prodded at my rosette, pushing against the tight muscles. “Easy.” He gave a solid shove and it popped inside, stretching me. “There. Now hop up and follow me to the lab.”
And he was gone.
I was naked, and plugged. And wet because, damn my body anyway, but the second he started fiddling with my bottom hole, my pussy gushed. And he had to have noticed. “May I dress?”
“No.”
I backed off the bed and stood, hyper aware of the foreign object shoved into my ass. He’d inserted the tip of his finger a few times while licking my pussy, and it always sent me over the edge but a giant alien dick with five squirming heads entering me that way? I was terrified. And embarrassed at the trickle of arousal that ran down my thigh as I followed him into the other room where he worked.
And where sometimes other crewmembers entered on ship business. Was he going to follow through on his threat to humiliate me? I had done just what he wanted… And I shouldn’t get turned on by the idea.
I was intrigued despite my discomfort because he’d never invited me in there before. Not for more than a moment or two while he shut things down or something.
“On my lap, Aja. I want to introduce you to someone.” Oh gods, he was bringing someone in.
Walking almost on tiptoe to avoid driving the device deeper into me, I made my way to his side and sat. He arranged me facing forward, toward a screen, my legs spread over his. Who was coming to see me like this?
“Larissa, this is Aja.”
“Welcome, Aja.” A disembodied female voice came from somewhere all around me.
“What?” I searched for the source of the sound. “Larissa, where are you?”
“Larissa is my virtual assistant.” Vyraz placed his palm on my chest and drew me back to lean against him. He stroked my breasts, pinching the nipples and rubbing his thumbs over them.
“So, she’s not a real person?” The fear of being watched, which, to my dismay, also had an erotic element—what was wrong with me?—lessened.
“Not technically, but we’ve been together a long time.” The touching continued, moving up and down my torso, pausing at all the pertinent points. “You’re very wet, Aja.” Before I could reply, he continued. “Larissa, I propose to make Aja another assistant. She has a background in archaeology, and I think she can help us. Your thoughts?”
“Help would be welcome for such a large important project.”
Vyraz slipped two fingers inside me and pumped them a few times. “I agree.”
I squirmed, whispered, “Can she see us?”
“Larissa, privacy.”
There was no sign she’d left, and I had my doubts, but at least she didn’t speak while he rubbed and stroked me to climax. After I regained my mind, I wriggled a bit, very aware of how full I felt. “Master, can you take out the plug now?”
“You’re being punished, Aja. Rather, you might ask if you may get on your knees and worship my cock with your mouth.”
“May I?”
“Yes, and then we will discuss your new duties.”
Chapter Thirteen
Vyraz
She sank to her knees, giving a little squeal when the plug shifted inside her as she slid off my lap.
The unaccustomed stimulation in her ass drove her wild. In the past, she’d been hesitant and unsure when she pleasured me with her mouth. Teaching her what to do aroused me more than I’d ever been when I was with a skilled courtesan. Or an experienced Archon fucker.
All across the galaxy, I’d found females who willingly, eagerly, offered to suck my cock when they heard my title. On some worlds getting fucked by an Arythian Archon was a status symbol, followed only by sucking one off.
But technical skill was no match for raw passion. Aja went after my cock as though she’d been starving for the taste of my cum. She wrapped her fingers around the iron-hard shaft and pumped her hand up and down its length. Then she brought it to her lips.
Dear gods, it seemed like only yesterday she’d been an inexperienced virgin. And now the little human knew instinctively how to drive me mad.
She ran her tongue over each throbbing head. Licked her way down my shaft.
I wanted to fist my hands in her hair and ram it into her mouth. But I forced myself to sit back. She’d asked permission to worship my cock and, in all honesty, I wanted to see what she’d do without my direction.
One after another, she took the heads into her mouth. Swirled her tongue around them. Tantalizing, teasing me. I groaned and gripped the arms of my chair. She looked up and gave me a wicked smile.
The naughty wench. I’d spank her ass good and hard when she was through. With the plug still in it.
The plug. I’d almost forgotten. Ramping up the game, I used my abilities to activate one of its features. I heard the low hum at the same instant I saw her eyes go wide with shock. She let go of my penis and started to reach behind her.
“Don’t you dare touch that thing. Your punishment isn’t over.”
I didn’t need to be an empath to feel the bolt of lus
t rock her. She took the cockhead closest to her lips in her mouth and started sucking. Pumping her hand up and down my shaft all the while. Drawing the cum up from my balls.
I sent out a mental command, and the plug’s vibrations went up a notch. She gave a strangled cry, sucking harder. My cockhead erupted, shooting hot cum down her throat.
She swallowed every drop and went on to the next. Licking, stroking, then sucking. Her body shuddered as I toyed with the vibrations from the plug. Sometimes low and steady, sometimes a rhythmic throbbing.
Somewhere around my third cum, I forgot all about the game and left the setting on high the whole time as she alternated sucking my last two heads. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved both of them in her mouth. Threw back my head and roared when they exploded at the same time.
She licked me clean as I panted for breath. Then squealed in surprise when I yanked her over my lap. Face-down. My little human needed to be rewarded—with her favorite punishment.
I lowered the intensity of the vibrations and gave her ass half a dozen firm swats. Then I spread her cheeks apart, grabbed the end of the plug with one hand, and rammed two fingers of my other hand into her dripping wet pussy.
“You were very naughty,” I said. “Teasing me like that. Weren’t you?”
She moaned, and her pussy clenched around my fingers. I’d hit one of her darkest fantasies. “Yes, Master.”
“Say, ‘I’m a naughty slut, and I deserve to be punished.’”
“I’m a naughty slut and I…oooh…I deserve to be punished.”
I worked the plug part way out of her ass then slid it back in and ramped up the pulses. “Like this?”
She squirmed on my lap. My cockheads started to swell again. I was as insatiable as a randy lad around her.
“Oh gods, yes.”
“Then take your punishment like the naughty little slut you are.”
I worked a third finger into her pussy. With my other hand, I fucked her ass with the plug. Deep and hard, the throbbing pulses set on high. She let out a wild scream and came within seconds.
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