Chapter 53

“Let’s see your berth, Captain. Looks like your tool will service me willingly enough.” Dain drew her long fingers across his cock, which strained toward her almost entirely independent of his wants and desires. Almost. His skin craved her touch, his mouth was parched for the liquid of her kiss, his hands itched to fondle her breasts, to seek out those secret places between her legs. Or maybe to close strangling fingers around her throat. Taken and to take, violence and sex, absolute zero of space and the heat within a ship.

“Was this your plan all along, Captain?” Dain grabbed hold of his cock and used it as a leash to pull him toward the racks. “Did you ever have any intention of turning me over to the lawkeepers? Or was I always to be your prize, whenever we fought?”

Galton smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know what my plans are?” Was she testing him, teasing, or did she honestly not know? He bit at his lip to keep from saying too much.

“Not really.” She pushed him onto his rack. A swift pair of zips cuffed his hands over his head and he was stretched and vulnerable before her. She looked him up and down, teasing, torturous fingers drawing a response from his traitor body. Surrendering to her touch was what he craved, needed. And completely inappropriate. They both knew it.

She peeled out of her own clothing, her amaranthine skin a contrast to his spacer’s tan. She licked at his cock, a smug grin over her mouth at his moan. She worked him with hands and mouth until he was sweating, groaning, straining at his bonds, his wrists chafed against the constraining plastic.

She mounted him, knees on either side of his hips. Galton was beside himself. Forget about the planning, forget about the bounty, forget about the prize that hovered, eager, over him. He wanted nothing, was nothing, but whatever she needed.

“I think I’ll like this, Captain,” she said. “And I know you will, too.”

“I’m sure he will.” Click-whrrr. The first mate, Is-aret, stepped out of the closet, her mimic-coat buttoned up tight to her chin. Her lips were pale as if she’d been biting them, gray eyes dilated.

“Took you long enough, Number One,” Galton gasped. Sweat trickled down his neck and his cock was in no way thrilled with this turn of events. “Cut me loose.”

Is-aret produced a set of her own zips, secured Dain’s hands above her to the support beam that held the rack in place. “No, sir. I think I will take the prize, this time.” Is-aret removed a ship’s remote from her pocket, setting it free among the corridors to return the systems to full-function. That task complete, she turned her attention to her captives.

She let the coat slip from her shoulders and unwrapped her face-veil, revealing the smooth, Nwabian beauty underneath. She pressed her mouth against Dain’s back. Dain shuddered all over from that kiss. Galton knew the price of those kisses, the fire and ice and ecstasy. Nwabians were true aliens, and their kisses delivered a brutal concoction of oxytocin and yohimbine through the merest skin contact. A few hormone-laden doses were enough to send humans into a rapture of sexual sensation. Too many and a human could die striving to relieve their needs.

Dain screamed, twisting, naked over his cock, her moist pussy close and not yet close enough. Galton bucked up, trying to reach her, wanting, dear God, wanting. She couldn’t stay still, couldn’t let him thrust into her, Dain’s body wracked by sensation. She rubbed her clit against his erect penis, moaning, sobbing, struggling, overwhelmed.

“What are you—” Galton tried to retain what little sense he had, his body already aching with desire, with need. “What are you doing?” Is-aret so rarely played along; she usually dismissed it as a human game, although she had been persuaded, once before. But that was years before.

Is-aret drew her sex organs out from behind her hips, a squid’s cluster of appendages that bustled at the base of her spine. “Mating, sir.” She mounted Galton behind Dain, her tentacles spreading over the two eager, restrained lovers. One twined around Dain’s breasts, the tip bringing the Magellanic’s nipples to painful hardness. Two more slid between Dain’s legs, suckers nipping at her thigh, leaving love bites along the purple skin, spreading her legs wide. Is-aret tickled at Dain’s clit, teasing around the edge of her soaked cunt. She brushed another kiss against Dain’s throat. “Unless you want to forfeit?”

“I didn’t know you wanted to play.” Galton shrugged. Then again, Is-aret had suggested the ploy, when it seemed certain that Dain would capture the Valley Witch.

“Humans mate so often that they forget to take the full pleasure in it. It has been long enough. And I hunger for you, Captain. And of course, your pretty little toy.” Is-aret plunged her appendage into Dain’s moist, slippery hole greedily. Dain arched back, her breasts thrust forward, begging for attention. Galton twisted in his bonds, trying to reach Dain, wanting to taste that sweet, purple flesh.