General- CrossGenre/Andromeda Bliss - [Welcome to the Program 3] Neeris Need_ How to Crash a Party.txt

[ Author: Andromeda Bliss; Title: Neeri's Need - How to Crash a Party; Genre: Science Fiction, Alien, Erotica ]
Not everyone could float a body through a crowd with impunity. Not everyone was Neeri.
She moved through the passageways of the space station with the sleek, predatory stride of a Lyomedrin on a mission, Ridge the backstabbing bartender drifting unconscious behind her on an antigrav tether. Plenty of people stared but she only stared back, giving them a challenging look and a wicked smile. Maybe her confidence gave them pause. Or maybe her teeth looked particularly sharp today. Whatever the reason, no one got in her way.
A good thing. She didn't have time for petty things like assault charges. She had a few more crimes on her to-do list today, plus a daring rescue to plan. Her former bosses would notice Ridge's absence soon and start putting two and two together. <Hope they suck at math.> she thought with a smirk.
Sasha's living unit was right where Ridge had said it would be. Lucky for him. Neeri touched the visitor chime and plastered a pleasant smile on her face. This was going to be a bit awkward, especially since time was precious. Explaining to Sasha that she'd been drugged, kidnapped, fucked magnificently by her cell mate, and then mind-wiped so she remembered nothing wouldn't be easy. Getting her to help after this revelation might be a little tricky.
A window of transparency formed in the door as the solid barrier demolecularized to allow Sasha to see her visitor. The pretty little redheaded human frowned at Neeri. "Yes?" she asked through the unit's transmitter. Then her eyes flicked over Neeri's shoulder to the floating body and widened in alarm.
Damn Ridge. He wasn't going to make this any easier. "Hi, Sasha," Neeri said as nicely as she knew how. "Is Ocen with you?" She figured mentioning the gorgeous Ophidian would at least give Sasha pause and maybe get her foot in the door.
"How did—? Who are you? What do you want?"
Neeri hid impatience behind her smile, taking pains not to let her canines slip into view. Humans were so skittish around predator species. "If he's there, please tell him I know where his brother is. This guy," she gestured at the comatose bartender, "kidnapped him. I need Ocen's help to get Adin back."
Sasha gaped at her for a second before jumping a little and glancing over her shoulder, as if she'd been goosed. Neeri's smile widened with satisfaction. Ocen was there; she could tell by Sasha's reaction. They really had mated true.
The crease in Sasha's brow returned, but the door disappeared, clearing the threshold for Neeri and her luggage to enter. They weren't taking her on faith, though. Neeri could just see Ocen's tall form off to the side, tensed to pounce if she misbehaved. She grinned, enjoying the idea. For one thing, she almost always misbehaved. And her recent experience with his brother Adin had taught her a pouncing Ophidian was spectacular fun.
On the other hand, they didn't have time for that kind of fun. With an inner sigh of regret, she eased across the threshold, hands lifted in a gesture of peaceful intent, claws retracted. "I'm Neeri. We've never met, but I know you both. You wouldn't remember..." She paused with a frown, distracted by the scents in the living unit. Taking a deeper breath to confirm what she was smelling, she made a disgusted noise and glanced between them. "Are you kidding? You haven't had sex yet?"
Sasha spluttered and backed away, creamy complexion turning rosy. Ocen stepped forward, calm as ever, eyes deep pools of color to match his blue-gray scales, though his very fine body was disappointingly covered in a black flight suit. She thought Adin was even more stunning than his brother, but she remembered Ocen's sleek muscles and thick cocks with a misty fondness.
<You mentioned my brother,> Ocen said telepathically, his mental voice as solid and calm as his expression. But she'd spent a long time watching him at the facility and recognized the edge of worry in his tone and gaze.
"Right," she muttered. "No sex talk, straight to business. May I come in? Maybe drop him somewhere and sit down?" she asked, jerking her thumb at Ridge behind her.
Sasha pointed the way, large brown eyes as wary as prey caught in the open. "Is he dead?" she asked, her tone hard.
Neeri hid a smirk, remembering the unexpected steel in this little human's spine. "Nope. Just doped to the gills. Figuratively speaking," she added, moving into a small sitting area and easing onto the edge of a cushioned chair. The antigrav tether tugged Ridge into the room after her, floating him to a position next to her. "His species doesn't have gills. I handed him a piece of justice, dosing him with the same stuff he gave both of you. Have you noticed you've lost time yet?"
They glanced at each other and Neeri caught the flare of alarm passing between them. Ocen moved closer and Sasha edged in behind him, frowning around his form at Neeri. "What are you talking about?"
"It's not the same day as your memories say it should be. Sasha, you've only lost a couple of days maybe, but Ocen was gone a lot longer. Your memories were wiped. You were kidnapped by Ridge here," she flicked a negligent hand at the bartender, "and taken to a research facility for a sexual behavior study. They let you go because the two of you mated true." She paused, narrowing her eyes on them in speculation. "So it's kind of odd you haven't had sex yet."
Sasha spluttered again but managed to speak this time. "Are you crazy? That's the most insane story I've ever..." She stopped when Ocen held up a hand.
Neeri noticed his claw tips and sighed. They looked just like Adin's, black, sharp, and enticing. She shivered at the memory of them on her skin.
<We have lost time.> Ocen conceded. <But how do you know what happened to us? How do you know my brother? What's happened to him? Where is he?>
"Oh, fuck me," she growled through clenched teeth. "Scales, we so don't have time for a long Q and A. I was at the facility, but I don't know the exact location. Ridge does. We need to wake him up, get the coordinates from him, and get Adin out of there pronto. If the big boys guess what we're up to, they'll shut the place down and disappear. They might make the subjects disappear, too. Help me, Ocen. Help me save your brother."
Ocen stared down at her, his scaled features troubled.
Sasha stepped around him, a fire in her brown eyes. "This is bullshit. Stop using his brother like that! So I can't remember what day of the week it is, so what? What do you really want? Who the hell are you?"
Neeri clutched the armrests to keep from lunging at the human, her claws sliding out and puncturing the fabric. She cursed so ferociously Sasha blanched and skittered back into Ocen's chest. "We. Don't. Have. Time." With a growl, she eased to her feet, locking her gaze with Sasha's suddenly wide eyes. "You have a birthmark like a birdwing on your right hip. You shave your pussy, but only the lips. You were sore when you woke up in the bar, inside and out, front and back, because Ocen has three scrumptious, thick cocks and he worked them in you like a pro. He also calls you sayshin, which I think is kind of sweet. Now, stop asking questions and slowing us down. We have work to do."
Ignoring Sasha's slack jaw and red face, Neeri grabbed a fistful of Ridge's shirt and tugged him into the center of the room. "I need a stool or a chair to sit him on. And something to restrain him." She squinted at the squirming human. "I suppose it's too much to hope you have cuffs or leathers? A cock-ring would be helpful, too." When Sasha said nothing coherent, Neeri rolled her eyes and looked at Ocen. "Find me what I need, Scales."
<You are... unusual,> Ocen said on his way out the room.
"Uh-huh." Neeri began stripping Ridge naked without paying them any more attention.
"What are you doing?" Sasha exclaimed.
"This guy kidnaps people for a living. The bartending is just a side job, you know. He's going to need a little incentive to answer questions."
"In-incentive? Are you going to torture him?"
"Something like that," Neeri said with a snort of humor. "Ridge is a bit of a pain-junkie, though, so conventional torture is out. Don't worry, I'm creative."
"You're... you can't do this! I can't believe this is happening. How did you know about my birthmark?"
Neeri chuckled. "Be honest. The question you really want to ask is, did you say three cocks?" Yanking Ridge's pants to his ankles, she caught Sasha's mortified gaze and winked. "Trust me, you want to take that ride again." Looking at what she just uncovered, Neeri raised her eyebrows. "Huh. That explains a lot." She could sum up Ridge's goods in one word: unimpressive. His phallus had decent girth but was flat and short, and his testicles dangled small and hairless beneath.
Ocen glided back into the room—Stars, she loved how these Ophidian's moved—and handed her a metal chair, a long strap, and something that could have been a hair band. She grinned. "Perfect."
Tossing Ridge's clothes in a corner, Neeri tugged him lower and straddled him to keep him at that height while she tied his wrists behind his back with the strap. Then she touched a control at her waist, severing the antigrav tether and dropping him into the chair. Threading the strap under the chair, she tied his ankles together.
Then she grabbed his limp cock and started massaging it briskly.
Sasha made a strangled, squeaky sound behind her. "What are you doing?"
Neeri shot her an impatient look and held up the hair band. "Cock rings don't work unless the damn thing is erect. Honey, don't you play with any toys?"
"You—that's—stop saying things like that and messing up my head." Sasha's face was flushed again. Or maybe still. Had she stopped blushing at all since Neeri arrived? "How is jerking this guy off going to get you information?"
"Watch and learn, Red," Neeri snickered. "Or ask Ocen to explain it." Sasha squeaked again, maybe in response to Neeri's business-like stroke, or maybe Ocen had educated her. Once Ridge's dick stood at attention, Neeri looped the band around its base then twisted the band into a figure eight and snugged the second loop around his balls. "Eh, not as tight as I'd like, but we'll make do. Time to wake up, Rytel." She injected him with the antidote to his infamous sleeping draught.
Rytel the Ridge did not wake up pretty. None of them ever did. Neeri often wondered why they didn't use something with a softer kick. Then again, knowing Ridge's sadistic streak, he probably wanted his victims to suffer, picking a drug guaranteed to make them feel like dog-shit when they awoke. <Turnabout's fair play,> she thought with a sharp-edged grin, watching him twitch and groan.
"Good morning, Sunshine," she said cheerfully, giving his trapped cock a tug to focus his attention.
He jerked, wide eyes snapping to hers before he thrashed in his bonds. "N-Neeri! What the..." His skin turned an interesting shade of green and he swallowed hard several times. "W-what do you want?" he asked with care.
Neeri extended her claws, letting them just touch his twitching shaft. "To give you your hottest, dirtiest fantasy. To humiliate you, make you beg and plead for mercy. To make you cry and scream and thank me from the bottom of your scrawny little heart for making you hurt... so... good." She whispered the last in his ear and tightened her grip just enough to make him tense and quiver all over.
His skin tone went from green to deep red, a flush spreading from his head to his feet. His breathing hitched, then huffed along at a quick pace. "Neeri, I c-can't tell you anything."
She laughed softly and let go of his dick, circling him and letting her claws scrape along his skin. He shivered and whimpered as she spoke. "Ridge honey, in about five minutes you'll be begging to tell me everything you know. Because I know your secret. Kidnapping people turns you on, doesn't it? Having the power to fuck with their lives, to control them and humiliate them gets you off. But what you really want is for somebody to do it to you." She plucked at his nipple with the exquisite point of her claw and smiled when he gasped. "Well, guess what? It's your lucky day."
"P-please," he said, voice already thick with lust, eyes glazing over.
"Atta boy," she drawled, then looked over her shoulder at Ocen and Sasha. Ocen had his arms folded across his chest, a quizzical look crinkling his brow as if he couldn't decide whether to be amused or disgusted by the scene. Sasha stood half-huddled toward Ocen, jaw sagging and eyes bulging, the very picture of a scandalized novice. Neeri stifled a laugh. "This won't take long. Ocen, you're a pilot, right? Is your ship still at docking?" He nodded. "Make sure it's ready to roll. Sasha, sit down before you faint or something."
"Y-you're unbelievable," Sasha stuttered and dropped onto the cushioned chair Neeri had sat in earlier.
Neeri flashed her a sultry smile, amused the human hadn't left the room. Maybe she was shocked and offended, but not enough to stop watching the show. Adorable little voyeur. "Mmm, Ocen you're right, she is sweet. Will you share?"
Ocen's mental tone was sour. <Now who's wasting time?> But he stepped out of the room without hesitation, so he must have read something in her mind to ease any worries.
Neeri pursed her lips and turned back to Ridge, a little irritated by Ocen's lack of concern. She was Lyomedrin; her species wasn't known for their sexual restraint. And Sasha might act all virginal, but Neeri could smell her growing arousal, so Ocen could, too. Why wasn't he worried she'd ravish his female?
With a disgruntled snort, she straddled Ridge's legs and settled on his knees, shifting to make sure he felt her bare ass and damp pussy against his skin. Her skirt was short enough to allow it and she never wore underwear. They were an abomination.
He blinked rapidly, fear and lust a bright mixture in his eyes. He was a Mato, a peculiar species reminding her of a combination between a cat and a rooster. His narrow features were almost human, but with slitted, feline eyes and a ridge of flesh running from his forehead to the back of his neck. At the moment, the ridge had ruffled erect, pulsing and throbbing as much as his cock. For Matos, the skull ridge was almost as sensitive and erogenous as their genitals.
She considered the pulse of flesh, wondering what it would feel like sliding between her pussy lips, all slick from her juice, but for some reason, the idea didn't excite her like it usually would have. Sure, she didn't like this guy. But on an ordinary day it wouldn't have stopped her from using him like a toy for her own pleasure. She must just be having an off day.
With an inner shrug, she focused on the task, rolling his balls through the fingers of one hand until his eyes unfocused, then slapping him across the face with her other hand. "Tell me what I want to know," she demanded and slapped him again.
He groaned and squirmed under her, his cock bobbing like a flagpole. "I can't, Neeri."
She scratched her claws across both his nipples and down his chest and abdomen, leaving long red marks without drawing blood. At the same time she pushed his sac up against the base of his cock, squeezing and rubbing in ruthless circles. "What's my name?"
"M-Mistress," he gasped, hips twitching with involuntary thrusts. His skin grew damp with sweat and waves of musky heat rolled off him.
She leaned forward, letting his cock brush against her belly, and reached for his skull ridge. She stroked it lightly while he moaned and writhed under her like a bitch in heat, rubbing both heads against her with frantic lust. Then she clamped her claws on his ridge and all the muscles in his body snapped tight, hips bucking against her. She let go, leaned back, and tightened the band around his cock and balls, denying ejaculation.
"Fuck!" he yelled. "Oh gods, please! Just let me fucking cum!"
"Wow, are you wound up," she said in a mild tone. "You know, you should've had somebody slap you around ages ago, release some of this pent up energy. Guess it's lucky for me you didn't. What's my name, Ridge?"
"Mistress!" he gasped, jittering under her like a dying fish. "Goddess, my goddess! I'll do anything, pleeeease..." His plea trailed off into a guttural groan when she ringed the head of his cock with her claws and flexed them ever so slightly.
"What do I want to know?" She let him pump and grunt like an animal through the vice of her claws for a moment before she denied him the pain/pleasure, never letting up on the band around his straining cock and tight balls.
Ridge babbled the coordinates to the facility like it was Holy Scripture, blind eyes pointed at the ceiling.
"Good boy," she crooned, rising from his lap and turning to Sasha. "So that's done. We'll need to take him with... what's the matter?" The little human was staring at her like she'd grown three heads, soft brown eyes limpid and traumatized.
Sasha made a mewling sound, eyes flicking from her to the Mato sobbing and pleading incoherently behind her. "I think," she said in a thin voice, "you're about the scariest fucking thing I've ever seen."
Neeri flashed her a hungry grin full of sharp, white teeth. "Why Red, I never knew you were such a flirt. Where's the washroom? Pretty sure Ridge has germs." She raised her hands and wiggled her fingers.
Sasha pointed to the hallway. "Second door on the left."
"Be right back. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Sasha snorted and muttered as she left, "Like that's even possible." Neeri snickered all the way down the hall.
***
Sasha stared at the bartender and wondered how the hell she'd gotten herself into this mess. It'd started at the bar. She'd woken up and seen this guy watching her with a strange, knowing grin. She'd thought she'd fallen asleep but now wondered if something a lot more sinister had happened. Because everything the cat woman had said was true, from her birthmark to Ocen's pet name for her.
But it was nuts, totally insane. How could she have been drugged, kidnapped, and imprisoned, and not remember a second of it? How could she have had sex with Ocen and not know it? Granted, she'd been thinking about it hard. He was the most maddeningly attractive male she'd ever met, never mind he wasn't even human. The intricate patterns and smooth gleam of his scales called to her fingers like a siren song, making her tingle all over with the urge to touch and stroke. His scent was a tantalizing musk she'd decided must be a potent pheromone, because she couldn't focus on anything but him when she smelled it. And he treated her with such gentle respect, his calm confidence and intent courtship seducing her as much as his delicious, muscled body. But she was just coming to terms with him being an alien, telepathic alien, able to read every little thought in her head, let alone jump in the sack with him.
Her intense reaction to Ocen baffled her. While they were together, it hadn't even bothered her when her workplace docked her pay for what they referred to as an "unsanctioned leave of absence." She'd thought they'd made a mistake. How could she be gone for days and not know it?
And then there was Neeri. Sasha shook her head, staring at the naked male still squirming and moaning in an agony of unreleased lust, a lust Neeri had inflamed with such ruthless will then walked away from with such callous disregard. Who the hell was she? It hadn't escaped Sasha's notice that Neeri had evaded the question more than once. She knew too much. She'd manipulated Ocen using his brother. She'd stepped into Sasha's world and claimed it, wielding a control as impressive as it was terrifying. Yet they still had no idea why she was here.
Sasha rose on shaky legs and wondered what the hell she was going to do. Ocen seemed to be going along with this madness. He'd told her Neeri was being truthful about Adin needing help but then hadn't explained how he knew it or why he was trusting this freaky female. He'd left, and Sasha needed him back with an intensity almost as scary as Neeri's golden, predatory eyes and razor-sharp claws.
"Ridge," she croaked, then cleared her throat and tried again. "Is that your name? Ridge?"
He groaned, hips fucking the air in slow motion, cock bright red and glistening with liquid dribbling from the engorged head. Sasha pulled her eyes away from the bobbing member, trying to ignore her own morbid fascination and the tingling heat between her thighs. She shouldn't be turned on by this. It was bizarre and just wrong.
"She called you something else, too. Rytel? Are you Rytel?"
He lifted his head, expression dazed and eyes blurred. "Mistress. I need my mistress."
"Snap out of it, Rytel. Tell me who she is."
"She's everything. She's my world. Please," he choked on a sob. "I need her to hurt me again."
"Oh, hell," Sasha muttered, her face burning.
<This upsets you,> Ocen murmured in her mind.
She yelped and whirled, clutching a hand to her chest and glowering as he stepped into the room. "Yes! Of course it upsets me. It should upset you, too. She full-on admitted she's kidnapped this guy. And now she's doing things to him I'm not even sure are legal. Why are you listening to her?"
<I listen because she speaks true. For the most part. But I meant his desire upsets you.> Ocen stopped at her side, brushing a lock of her hair back and capturing her gaze with his hypnotic, color-saturated eyes. <Is lust so frightening, little sayshin?>
She blinked at him. "What? No..." His fleeting touch and warm spice were fogging her mind. What were they talking about?
<Good.> His mental voice practically purred. His tongue peeked out, black, forked, and furtive, disappearing too soon. <I scent your need. It almost equals my own. Will you still hold yourself from me?> He brushed his knuckles under her chin, his scales a cool and mesmerizing hard silk against her suddenly hot skin.
"Hold myself?" she parroted without knowing what she was saying. She'd often seen him taste the air with his nimble tongue, and every time the sight made something clench and quiver deep inside her. Did he just say he could smell her?
<You have kept me at a distance, though I sensed your desire. But never so strong as now, so thick and sweet like honey. It drives me mad. Please, sayshin, please let me taste your sweetness.> His tongue flicked out again, kissing her bottom lip with the barest tingling touch. Her knees turned to water and she almost moaned aloud.
"Nope! We don't have time for this either," Neeri announced, slipping in between them with a sinuous and shocking lack of propriety. "Mmm, though the two of you do smell so ripe and ready. Maybe later." With a stroking hand and a lithe twist, she was gone again, before Sasha could register what had happened. "Right now, we've got some crime to do."
Belatedly, Sasha squeaked in outrage. She'd just been groped by a psycho cat woman with zero morals and an alarming knack for trouble. She glared at Ocen and jabbed an accusing finger at Neeri. "That upsets me!"
He made a sound between a hiss and a laugh. <That I understand.>
Neeri ignored them like they'd ceased to exist, circling her victim before swooping and slashing through his ankle restraints with swift ease. Sasha's heart jackknifed in her chest. Was she going to kill this guy? She seemed more than capable of it, as wild and predatory as a panther. Her high cheekbones and narrow jaw gave her face an almost delicate look, but those slanted, unblinking eyes with their vertically slit pupils and bright golden color seemed to see everything, claim everything. Unnerved, Sasha watched her, wondering what to do if Neeri did get violent. Ocen didn't seem worried, but he also hadn't been bothered by the bartender's sexual torture.
Rytel had renewed his begging, but Neeri ignored him as well, touching a control at her waist. He floated up from the chair, spasming in the air like a fish out of water. "Hold still, Ridge. Let's get your pants on you." Neeri snagged the piece of clothing from the corner and looked at Sasha and Ocen with raised brows. "Don't just stand there. We've got to get moving."
"You've got to get moving," Sasha retorted, folding her arms across her chest. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but you need to go play somewhere else. I'm not—"
All of a sudden Neeri was right there in front of her, so close Sasha could feel her warm breath brushing over her skin. She'd moved so fast, Sasha had seen only a blur. Ocen moved just as fast, his arm between them, hand splayed on Neeri's chest in restrained warning. But the cat woman didn't even look at him, her unblinking stare locked on Sasha. "You are both coming with me," Neeri said in a low voice, her tone full of soft menace. "Because I need you, and once I get Adin out, they might come looking for you. Do you really want that, little Red?"
<You believe there is danger?> Ocen asked.
Sasha wanted to scream, "Yes! Are you kidding? Look at her!" But she guessed he was talking to Neeri, so she stayed very still, held her breath, and prayed the scary female wasn't in a hunting mood.
"Of course there's danger," Neeri snapped, turning her golden gaze on Ocen. "For all of us. Why do you think I'm doing this?" Then she glanced down at his hand and tilted her head, as if contemplating ripping it off.
<Do not push me, little Lyo,> Ocen said, his tone flat with warning. <I will not be distracted. What are you hiding?>
Neeri bared her teeth with a low growl, raising the hair on the back of Sasha's neck. But the female eased away, turning with a dismissive toss of her dark hair. "Get out of my head, Scales. And help me with his pants," she said in a tight tone.
Sasha expected Ocen to pursue his question. It seemed rather urgent and necessary for them to get an answer, to find out what Neeri was not telling them. Especially if the volatile female kept demanding they go with her on this supposed "rescue mission." But Ocen moved to assist the crazy person in her home with baffling calm and a disturbing lack of concern. If questions were being asked and answered, Sasha couldn't tell.
"Ocen!" she hissed in protest. She was starting to doubt her own sanity for trusting him with such blind conviction. Everything in her said he would never hurt her, but this situation was way outside her comfort zone.
<Be calm, sayshin.> he responded. <I would not let her hurt you.> But he didn't glance her way, holding the squirming man still while Neeri tugged Rytel's pants on with brisk efficiency. She didn't bother to remove the hair band from around his genitals, merely shoving the engorged meat inside the cloth and fastening the pants as if she did such bizarre things every day. For all Sasha knew, she did.
"That's kind of not the point," Sasha gritted between clenched teeth, feeling more and more like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. <Oh god, help me. I'm surrounded by crazy aliens.>
Ocen could feel Sasha's panic but couldn't take time to sooth her further. Most of his concentration was spent chasing down Neeri's elusive thoughts. The Lyo must have spent time with Ophidians before or knew a great deal about them. Cunning and canny, her mind slipped through a distracting net of irrelevant images and thoughts, sliding from one to another as if she knew he was right on her heels. It wasn't honorable or ethical for him to sift through her mind, especially when she'd told him to stay out, but he was desperate. Adin's life was at stake; that much he'd gotten loud and clear from the moment he'd sensed her outside the door.
Neeri was afraid. And not for herself.
She hid it well. She used sex and savagery like a shield, filling the surface of her mind with a morass of hedonism. But thoughts of his brother would sneak in and emotion would burst across her consciousness, intense longing and need underlined by deep worry. Each time, she swiftly suppressed those emotions, burying them in layers of thwarted fury, insulted pride, and petty vengeance. He was starting to wonder if she hid her feelings even from herself.
<You mated with my brother.> He knew in an instant he'd used the wrong strategy. She threw images at him with malicious glee, memories of her and Adin fucking in savage abandon. Sensation overwhelmed him, scents, tastes, and euphoria washing over him in a brutal tide until he blocked it, leaving her mind with a resigned sigh. She knew just how to get to him, knew he was aching and burning with his own need. <The two of you mated true,> Neeri had said. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but he'd reacted so instantly and profoundly to Sasha from the moment they'd met he was inclined to believe her.
And seeing his brother engulfed by such an intense mating burn worried Ocen. Adin should have been home, surrounded by the comfort and encouragement of family and friends, during his first introduction to sexual maturity. Between concern for his brother and his body's hyperawareness of Sasha's sweet warmth so close by, Ocen had trouble concentrating. Which was what Neeri was counting on.
Strange, how she seemed to know him so well. And her mind felt so familiar. <We knew each other,> Ocen realized, stepping back from the floating bartender to stare at the Lyo.
"Pretty sure I already said that," she muttered without looking at him, fussing with the strap around the Mato's wrists.
<But you weren't a research subject, were you? How do you know us, Neeri?>
She reacted to his hard suspicion with a hiss of aggravation, eyes narrowing on him. "Oh, fuck me sideways. We don't have time—"
He surged forward, pushing the Mato out of the way. He didn't touch her but hovered so close her outline blurred in his vision. <Make time,> he said in an implacable tone.
For a moment, he thought she would attack. Her lithe form snapped taut like a bow string and her fangs flashed feral warning. Then she relaxed with a grumble. "Fine. Read me, it'll be faster." Standing on tiptoe, she clasped his head between her hands and brought his forehead to hers.
He tensed, but her touch wasn't threatening. And though he didn't need the contact, it did help him focus. Opening his mind to hers, he eased into her memories. A few moments later, he stepped away from her, flexing his claws.
<Neeri, you traitorous Lyo. I ought to kill you.>
***
They argued about it all the way to Ocen's ship, how she'd worked for the program and been the one to choose their sexual partners in the study. How Ocen had found her through his telepathy and they'd conversed often, though at the time he hadn't any idea who she was. They'd almost been friends, something Ocen seemed to find offensive now. Neeri had fun. Fighting with Ocen was wonderfully stimulating and a terrific distraction.
Poor little Sasha didn't look thrilled, though. "I don't see why I have to go," the redhead muttered, eyeing them both like they were pit vipers. Which wasn't really fair to Ocen; he wasn't venomous, and he was only trying to protect her.
"Humans," she scoffed under her breath, giving Ridge another shove to keep him moving in the right direction. The bartender was still in a fog of pliable submission, which helped them through docking security. The guard had eyed them with wary distrust, looking askance at Ridge's bare feet and chest. Neeri had covered his tied hands with a coat over his shoulders, and Ridge was docile as a lamb, so the guard had apparently decided it was some weird Lyomedrin thing and let them through.
"Look who's talking, crazy kitty," Sasha retorted as Ocen led them to the right airlock. "If I'm in danger anywhere, I'm betting it's with you."
"I already said, I don't work for them anymore. And it wasn't me who kidnapped you."
"Oh no, you just forced us to have sex with each other."
Neeri chuckled. "You're just mad you don't remember."
Sasha made a sound like an outraged kitten and went back to glowering at her in silence. Ocen gave Neeri a flat look and ushered them onto his ship.
"Stars Above," Neeri growled. "Get over it, you two. It worked out, didn't it? You're together and free."
<My brother is still there.>
Neeri steeled herself against a surge of anxiety. <Adin.> Pressing her lips together, she shoved Ridge through the hatch and maneuvered him into the narrow ship. The Ophidian vessel had claustrophobic berths, tight passageways, and a womb-like pilot nook. It made Neeri dizzy just looking at it. This wasn't going to be a comfortable trip.
Strapping Ridge into cargo netting instead of a passenger berth, Neeri muttered obscenities under her breath, already feeling her chest tighten with imagined lack of air. Ridge, on the other hand, was enjoying himself. "Oh, tighter, please," he moaned, writhing against the restraining netting. She rolled her eyes but tightened the straps anyway.
"Now Ridge, you keep being a good boy and I'll let you rub yourself raw on these straps. You start trouble, though, and I'll knock you out again. No more fun. Are you hearing me?"
He gave a frantic nod then grunted when the movement rubbed his ridge against the netting. He started humping and wiggling around in there, pleasuring himself on the restraints and moaning like a street whore.
Neeri watched for a second with a puzzled frown. Ordinarily she'd find the sight at least a little enticing. She was a fan of kinky fun after all. But today, nothing. She shifted but felt only a mild dampness slicking the folds of her pussy, nothing swollen or throbbing, the equivalent of utter boredom for a Lyomedrin. So strange.
Then Ocen squeezed by her on his way to the pilot's den, shifting her to one side with a hand at her waist. His touch, the brush of his muscular form, the familiar Ophidian musk, and her mind filled with the ghost of his brother. Her body flared like a torch, aching and almost sick with need. Suddenly light-headed, she slapped a hand to the wall and sucked in air. <No, no, no,> she chanted to herself. <I am not mate-thralled. I'm just getting Adin out because it's right, because I wasn't done with him, and those bastards deserve a kick in the teeth for trying to fuck me over.> They'd had the balls to gas her and try to wipe her memory, to toss her out like she was trash. Nobody did such a thing to her and got away with it.
Just a bad day. Lots of drugs, rage, and a time-sensitive task would be enough to mess up any Lyo's libido.
"You okay?" Sasha's tone was ambivalent, as if she wasn't sure she cared.
"Stellar," Neeri muttered, slowing and deepening her breathing. "Tight-ass ships irritate me. What the hell does he do with this thing, anyway?"
"Ocen works for a courier company. He shuttles small items and sometimes passengers between systems. Doesn't need a big ship." She paused. "You look more sick than irritated. Are you claustrophobic?"
Neeri slanted the human a narrow look over her shoulder, baring her teeth in a predatory smile. "Lyo's like close quarters. Want me to show you why?" Without waiting for an answer, she spun and crowded Sasha against the opposite wall. The high-pitched squeak the woman made was amusing, brown eyes wide with a satisfying alarm. Neeri pressed a thigh in between Sasha's legs, grinning at the clench and quiver of the human's muscles. "So soft and succulent, like prey," she whispered against the redhead's cheek and flexed her thigh. "I can smell your juice, feel your heat. Is it all for Ocen or do I make you hot, too? Should I taste you and find out, little Red?"
<Neeri, I need the coordinates,> Ocen growled in her mind. The words were detached, but they were carried on a wave of possessive warning.
With a disgruntled snort, Neeri shifted away from the quivering human and gave him the coordinates, feeling the ship thrum under her feet. "It's a good distance from here, you know. We have to do something to pass the time."
"Not that!" Sasha declared, shrinking down the passage toward Ocen in his pilot's nook with a furious, appalled look at Neeri. "Just play with your pain junkie and leave me the hell alone."
Neeri sauntered after her, smirking. "Ridge is having plenty of fun without me, and you're protesting a little too hard," she taunted. "I can still smell you, all slicked up and wet, and I can see those perky nipples from here. They're almost as hard as when you watched Ocen fuck his cellmate. Want me to tell you what you looked like riding your own fingers, Red?"
Sasha glared at her from the threshold of the pilot's den, shoulders hunched and arms folded tight over her chest. "What is wrong with you?"
Neeri snickered. "You're so cute when you're all fluffed up and spitting like a kitten. How're we doing, Scales?"
<Away from the station, nav locked and clear. Leave her be, Neeri. She does not know Lyos.>
"Perfect time for her to learn, then," Neeri purred, giving the human a salacious wink.
Sasha looked horrified. Then she twitched and glanced at Ocen. She tilted her head, staring at him for a moment. Neeri guessed the Ophidian was having a private word with his sweet little mate. Probably killing her fun.
Sure enough, a moment later Sasha turned a thunderous frown on Neeri and straightened, fear gone. "You're an asshole! Why do you mess with people like that?"
Neeri shrugged and leaned against the wall, folding her arms in a casual stance. "It's amusing. But don't get me wrong, sweetness. If you'd been down with it, I would've fucked you six ways from Sunday. Lyos are all about what feels good."
Sasha made a disgusted sound and slumped to a sitting position on the threshold, her features resentful. "I don't like you. I shouldn't be here. You suck for dragging me along."
"Atta girl. It's good to air your feelings," Neeri drawled with a mocking edge. "While we're at it, explain why you two haven't had sex yet. What's the problem?"
"None of your damn business! Why do you keep bringing it up?"
"You're supposed to be true mates," Neeri said severely, tensing with sudden, inexplicable anger. "If you were so mate-thralled they couldn't keep you in the program, then why aren't you together?"
Sasha shifted, her features coloring. "What does mate-thralled mean?"
Ocen answered for her. <It is a Lyomedrin term. It means they become monogamous to one mate, usually for life.>
Neeri smirked, glancing at the reclined and occupied Ophidian. "Doesn't happen a lot, as you can probably guess. We're not much for limiting ourselves. Fun and frolic in all forms is the Lyo way. Speaking of, if you're not gonna play with me, little Red, why don't you squeeze in there with him? Watching you two frolic was ever so much fun the first time."
Sasha's face turned an even darker shade of red, but she only rolled her eyes and huffed a sigh. "You are an enormous slut, Neeri," she said in a resigned sort of way.
"Thanks for noticing. And I'm just what an uptight, naive human like you needs. Want me to give you some pointers?"
"I'd rather have major surgery," Sasha said dryly and glanced past Neeri at the still writhing Ridge. "I've learned more than I wanted already today."
"That?" Neeri scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "I was rushed. I'd do a much better job on you, honey. A harness, I think. Feathers and a nice hard paddle. Mmm, what I could teach you..."
"Oh my god, would you shut up."
Neeri snickered. "I haven't seen your face this red since Ocen had you under him and you were coming so hard—"
"Neeri!"
"It's because he's a different species, isn't it?"
Sasha buried her face in her hands with a strangled sound. "It's because I don't know him yet!" she said in a muffled shout. Then she dropped her hands and glared at Neeri. "Maybe it's a human thing," she snapped. "But I like to get to know a guy, find out who he is inside, before I fuck him blind. Especially..." She sent Ocen an uncomfortable look and squirmed a little. "Especially if I'm interested in him for more than just a quick screw." Ocen turned his head toward her, and though his pilot's helm obscured his eyes, his delighted smile was visible.
Neeri chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her lips from curling up. Sasha's answer was satisfying in an odd way. What did she care if these two stayed together? Coughing a little and rubbing a finger along the bridge of her nose, she decided it was time to change the subject. "So we need a plan for getting into the facility. I brought Ridge along to give us access to the security net around the moon, but I need a way to convince the guy in charge to open the front door once we land. Pretty sure he'd open wide for new meat. Or reusable meat as the case may be," she murmured, meeting Sasha's pretty eyes with a raised eyebrow.
"What? Wait, you want to take me back in there? Use me for bait?"
<No!> Ocen bellowed, loud enough to make Neeri wince. He twisted in the seat, shoving the helm off his head to fix a fierce and vibrant stare on Neeri. <She is not going in there!>
"Easy, tiger," Neeri grumbled, rubbing fingertips against her aching temple. "She'd be safe enough with me."
Sasha scoffed in disbelief and Ocen said even louder. <NO! You said these people were dangerous. I will not put her in their hands again.>
Neeri slammed a hand against the wall with a snarl of pained fury, pointing an extended claw at Ocen. "Moderate your damned tone, Scales! And pilot this skinny ship before we crash in a sun or trip over a motherfucking planet. She won't go in. She's just the show I need to get Big O to open the front door. Do you want your brother or not?"
He stared her down for a moment longer with an ominous hiss. Then he reclined again and jammed the helm over his eyes. <Think of another way. Use me instead.>
Neeri barked a sour laugh. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, but Big O will never believe I overpowered and captured you. I can't use Ridge or he'd get suspicious. I'm not enough by myself. He'd just brush me off. But I can lure him with Sasha, if I tell him you and she weren't really true mates. He'll want to know why, get more data for the program."
"The guy who runs the place is called Big O?" Sasha asked with a dubious look.
"He's an AI, the orchestrator of the program. I call him Big O because he wouldn't know an orgasm if it sat on his face. And that shit's just funny, since he's in charge of a sex study. I need your help with him, Red. He doesn't think much of me, so he won't see this coming."
Sasha shifted, cupping her elbows and curling her legs in closer. "I don't know, can't you just jimmy the door or something? Maybe find a back way in?"
"There's only one way in and out of the place. And it can only be controlled from the inside. Security precaution. Only O can open it." Sasha frowned at her. Neeri shrugged. "What can I say? They're a bunch of paranoid bastards."
"Fine, I'll do it."
<No,> Ocen snarled again. <Find another way, Lyo.>
Sasha shook her head. "Ocen, is she telling the truth about the door and the orchestrator?"
He hesitated, long body flexing with tension. <Yes.>
"Then I don't really see another way. Unless you want to try blasting it open."
<My vessel does not have ordinance.>
"Blowing it up might be dangerous for everybody inside anyway," Neeri added with a grimace. "So is it settled, then?"
"What are you going to do once you get the front door open?"
"Oh, I'll improvise," Neeri murmured.
<I will go with you,> Ocen stated with a hard edge, as if daring her to contradict him.
Neeri adored dares. She smiled sweetly, though he couldn't see it. "No, you won't. I brought you along to pilot, not screw up a good snatch and grab. Ridge is my security keycard, Sasha's my bait, and you are my getaway ship."
<Unacceptable. I do not trust you with my brother's life.>
"I don't need your trust. I just need you to fly the fucking ship."
"Just wait a second," Sasha said, holding up a hand and looking between them like a referee at a cage match. "Neeri, seriously. What are you going to do once you get inside? Maybe we can help."
Neeri raked impatient fingers through her hair. This is what irritated her about working with and relying on others. They never just did what she told them to do. "The system is automated. No live guards, just a bunch of bots I can't reason with or fuck into submission. I have to take out Big O first or I don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of getting through the place. Once he goes down, though, a remote distress starts tattling on us and some auto protections kick in. I won't have a lot of time to get to Adin before the big boys come calling, or maybe they'll just hit the delete button from wherever they are."
Sasha blanched, warm brown eyes darkening with horror. "They would do that? Just kill everybody?"
"I don't think it's plan A, but imploding the place is one of their contingencies. Not that I was supposed to know about it, but I'm a curious kitty."
Sasha framed her own face with trembling hands, eyes wide. "If you're right and these people are as scary as you say, what the hell made you think you could take them on? Why are we doing this?"
"Did you hit your head or something? Forget Adin already?" Neeri growled, ready to shake some sense into the little human.
"But," Sasha rubbed her eyes, shuddering a little. "They let Ocen and I go. Why not just wait and see if they'd let him go, too?"
"Some of the more interesting subjects have been in there for years. And they liked Ocen a lot before he met you and stopped playing. How long do you suppose we should wait?"
Sasha chewed on her lower lip, sending Ocen a glance full of warm concern. "Okay, fine. We're going in. But I still don't get why you're doing this, Neeri. It's not like you're the selfless, hero type. What's in it for you?"
"Payback. They tried to wipe my memory and dump my ass like I was a cheap, used-up whore. Pisses me off a bit."
Sasha blinked. "You're risking your life because you're a bit pissed off? You know that's insane, right?"
Neeri grinned, but Ocen interrupted before she could respond. <We will be in range soon. I need to know how you plan to get my brother out before the people in charge react.>
"I told you, I'll improvise."
<Not good enough. Are you at least certain you can reach and disable this orchestrator?>
"Oh, yeah. Big O won't know what hit him."
<Can you disable the distress and defenses?>
"Maybe, but why take the chance? If I can't do it, then I probably won't have time to get Adin out."
<I will get him out. After you disable the orchestrator, I will retrieve Adin while you attempt to control the system.>
Neeri pinched the bridge of her nose and cursed through clenched teeth. "Scales, you're making me nuts. I'm the only one who should go in there because I'm the only one who knows the layout. You start wandering around and I'll just have to rescue your sweet ass, too."
"But what about all the other people?"
Neeri glanced at Sasha with a raised eyebrow. "What about them?"
"Well, we have to help them, too. If you don't try to kill the fireworks, the place could implode. Everybody in there dies. So I'm with Ocen. You crash the system, he gets Adin. I know we can't fit everybody on this ship, but we can call in help for the rest of them."
Neeri stared at her in baffled disgust. "What is this, some weird human martyr thing? What do you care? You don't know them."
Sasha stared back with narrowed eyes. "And you apparently don't know right from wrong. We're doing this, Neeri. We can save a bunch of people and expose their sick program. Wouldn't that be bigger payback?"
"Hmm. Good point. And I suppose I can talk Scales through the place. But if either of you screw this up, I'm going to stop playing nice."
Sasha made a rude noise. "This is nice?"
Neeri chuckled. The redhead really was growing on her. "I'll work on Ridge for a little bit, prime him for the big event. The security net has an access code keyed to his voice print. If he balks, we don't get in and all hell breaks loose."
"Couldn't you have recorded it before? Then he wouldn't be here, and I wouldn't have to watch him do that." Sasha pointed with a grimace.
Neeri glanced over her shoulder. Ridge had arched his body, pressing himself into the netting so hard it was making furrows in his flesh. His hips pumped fast and furious, gouging the straps across his cock with every hard snap of his pelvis. A guttural sound like a rutting animal burst over and over again from his throat.
"Uh-oh. Looks like someone's having a little too much fun," Neeri murmured. Stalking over, she shoved his hips against the wall to hold him still and growled in his ear, "Bad boy. No coming yet."
He sobbed and thrashed in her hold, his eyes blood-shot and blind. "Please! Oh, please, Mistress... I'll do... anything. L-let me... chew your nipples... tongue your holes... s-suck your clit. Please, ride my face, Mistress."
Mildly tempting. But the memory of Adin's tongue driving and swirling inside her, black, nimble, and ruthless, stole her breath and sent fire flicking out from her throbbing clit to her extremities. She suspected Ridge's wildest efforts would be boring by comparison. "Not what I want, Ridge. But if you tell me what I want to hear, real loud and clear, I'll put my claws on you and let you cum like a rocket. Sound good?"
"W-what... do you w-want... to hear?" he gasped, whimpering and twitching his hips in her hard grip.
"The access code for the facility's security net."
"I... they'll k-kill me," he moaned, beads of sweat rolling down his face.
"They'll have to catch you first. You're a slippery little bastard. I have faith you can outrun them. You'll have to anyway when they find out you fucked up and didn't wipe me. Job's over, time to move on, Ridge." She leaned in and squirmed against him, just to keep him fired up.
He bucked and moaned so loud she winced. "Yes! Yes, Mistress, anything."
"Good boy. Don't move, now. You don't cum until I tell you to." She shifted away, ignoring his torrid agreement and looking toward the pilot's den. "Are we close, Scales?"
<Yes. A few moments only.>
"Patch the security transmission back here, then." Neeri undid Ridge's pants, peeling them away from his violently engorged rod. Then she waited with a rather disturbing detachment. This should be exciting her, arousing her, forcing this asshole to cum on her command. On any normal day, she'd be playing him like a harp. Instead, she couldn't wait to get it over with and get back into the facility. She couldn't wait to see Adin again.
When she heard the beep and mechanical voice requesting the code, Neeri grasped the band around Ridge's cock and balls and tightened until he grunted. Then she scraped her claws on his shaft. "Nice and loud, now," she whispered.
He shouted the access code, over and over. She flicked off the band and squeezed his balls to his shaft with one hand while clamping the claws of her other hand around his diamond hard cock. He pumped and shouted and shot his load all over himself, his entire body flushed a deep, dangerous red and drenched in sweat. When she let him go, he made a whining sound and slumped over, passing out cold.
Looking around, Neeri found a sani-center and cleaned her hands, smirking when she caught Sasha's wide-eyed stare. "He's going to have an interesting life. Every time he hears an access code, I'm betting he shoots off in his pants. Is the net down, Scales?"
<It is. I see the docking platform just ahead.>
"Time to get you ready then, princess," Neeri said to Sasha with a malicious grin. "How do you feel about gags?"
Sasha made her feelings about gags clear in a rather shrill tirade peppered with colorful obscenities. Neeri applauded when she was done and then explained in detail the little drama they would have to act out in order for Big O to believe them. More obscenities filled the air, this time from both Sasha and Ocen. Neeri pointed out they were out of time and unless either of them had a better idea, they needed to shut the hell up and deal.
"But why a gag?" Sasha asked in near hysteria.
"Would you calm down? It's just a prop. Plus it'll keep you from saying anything stupid and giving us away. Just think of this as a theatrical challenge. The better you act, the better our chances of fooling the big mechanical dildo."
"I hate you."
"That's just stage fright talking. Ready?" Neeri held up a strip of cloth with a barely suppressed grin. The little redhead was making this ever so much fun.
Pale and pinched, Sasha slowly turned around. Ocen had eased out of his pilot's nook and now clasped one of her hands, his fine-scaled face drawn with concern.
Neeri snickered as she slipped the cloth between Sasha's lips, wiggling it until it was set well in her mouth and then tying the ends behind her head. "You two are adorable. Give me your wrists, Red." Sasha tucked her shaking hands behind her back. Neeri looped a strap around her wrists but tucked the ends into one of Sasha's palms and closed her cold fingers over it. "Remember, this is just for show," she soothed the amusing little human. "She'll be back before you know it, Scales. Don't try the doors until I let you know it's safe."
Ocen nodded, but his features looked even more wracked with worry. He said nothing though, at least to her, as they turned toward the hatch.
Neeri marched Sasha out of the ship and down the long docking corridor to the big metal doors standing between her and her prize. <Now the real fun begins.> she thought with a slow, predatory smile. Pulling Sasha to a halt an arm's length away, she waited for a couple of breaths before sighing and aiming a kick at the doors.
"Come on, Big O, I know you can see me!" she yelled, tipping her head toward the recessed surveillance unit above the doors. "Open up. I've got a present for you."
"Neeri," O's flat voice reverberated in the corridor. "How did you circumvent the memory eraser?"
"Mmm, wouldn't you like to know," she purred, slipping an arm around Sasha's waist and cuddling her close. "Let me in and I'll tell you all about it."
Sasha made a peculiar sound in her throat, like she was choking on a protest. Maybe the little human thought she was overdoing it. <Everybody's a critic.>
"You are resourceful to have made it this far. How did you acquire the access codes for the security protocol?"
"What an excellent question, and it has such a fascinating answer. Open up and I'll explain."
"Why are you here, Neeri?"
"I want back in, O. It's boring out here."
"Boredom is illogical. I cannot authorize your return."
"But I brought you a yummy play toy," Neeri pouted, running fingers through Sasha's red hair and snugging her closer. "Don't you remember her?"
"She is in my data net as a successful release and reintegration. You have captured her? Why have you brought her?"
"You thought she and the Ophidian were a mated pair. You were wrong, O. Don't you wanna find out why?"
"That is not possible. The data was very clear."
"Run a scan if you don't believe me. She hasn't had intercourse. And she's just dripping with lust for me. I've been playing with her all the way here." Neeri nuzzled close and nipped Sasha's earlobe, grinning when the little woman jumped and quivered. "Oh, she's so sweet and tender. I almost hate to let you have her."
"A scan confirms your claim of no intercourse. But humans are notoriously reticent. She may have—"
"Reticent? Not this one. She's bound and gagged and still creams for me," Neeri bragged and slipped a hand into the waistband of Sasha's slacks. The redhead stiffened and squeaked, but Neeri tightened her arm around her and whispered, "Relax. The more you act like you enjoy this, the faster he opens the door and you go free." Then she slid her hand down Sasha's quivering abdomen, teased her curls for a second, and cupped her pussy lips with a hum of approval. "Deliciously hot and wet," she taunted both O and Sasha, watching the woman's cheeks flush with bright color.
Brushing slow fingers across those slick lips, Neeri brought her other hand up and cupped Sasha's breast, flicking her thumb over the woman's cloth-covered nipple. Sasha jerked a little with another sound in her throat, a more breathy sound this time, much to Neeri's delight. Pushing a finger in between those hot folds, Neeri pressed up and then pushed down with aching slowness, watching in fascination as Sasha started to loosen and melt against her, brown eyes blurring with pleasure. The human was extraordinarily responsive, even when she didn't want to be. Ocen was pretty damned lucky.
"Should I make her cum for me, Big O? Would that finally get you off?"
Neeri could feel Sasha's thighs quivering, heard her breath catch and rush out every time she stroked her swollen little clit. The redhead whimpered a little when Neeri caught her tight nipple between her fingers and rolled. Neeri dipped deep and gathered hot liquid, slathering it ruthlessly over her throbbing nub before teasing just the tip in small, light circles. Sasha's hips began to move in twitching circles too, her head tilting back as if it had become too heavy to hold upright.
Neeri was gratified to feel her own clit swell and pulse, zips of lust flashing up her spine. But she still wasn't as hot as she expected to be. Normally, she'd be rubbing herself off on Sasha's bound fingers, bringing them both to writhing climax. She undulated against Sasha's hip and licked along her jaw just for show, because O would expect it.
Then Neeri drew out her hand and held her shiny fingers up to the surveillance before giving them a salacious lick with a loud purr of approval. Sasha muttered something around her gag in a severe, shaky tone, but Neeri ignored her. "Sweet and thick as honey. Come on, O. You're dying to find out why she's not mate-thralled."
The doors slid open.
Neeri darted through them without hesitation, pausing on the other side to blow Sasha a kiss and flash her a wicked grin. Then she bounded through the corridors, racing toward Big O's sanctum. She burst into the central control station with a theatrical squeal of delight, and leapt at the large, multi-armed AI. He caught her, of course, one of those long, slithery appendages wrapping firmly around her waist and holding her off the ground. His visual visor swiveled toward her, expressionless.
"Neeri, what are you doing? You left the subject at the threshold."
"The bots can pick her up. I'm just excited to see you, O." She stroked the thick arm holding her and wriggled in his grip. "Mmm, tuck this between my legs and you'll see how excited." This was familiar ground, something he would expect her to say. She'd been trying to get the big mechanical prick to fuck her with his many appendages since she'd been hired. Sadly, the AI had no sex drive, or sex organs for that matter. She only called the thing 'he' because those arms reminded her of long, flexible cocks. She'd had a horde of fantasies about him holding her down on his control panels and pumping those things inside her everywhere. "Why did you send me away?" she pouted.
"You had become a liability to the program. The rules are very clear, no contact with the subjects. You compromised the Ophidian's data flow." He set her down close to her old holo-viewing station, turning back to his work without a blip of concern.
Neeri hid a predatory grin of satisfaction. Just a creature of habit was Big O, responding to expected patterns of behavior. The Neeri he'd always known was hedonistic and superficial, interested only in the pleasure of the moment and of no particular threat. His logic matrix expected her to continue this behavior.
"Okay, so I made a mistake. But you guys never let me out of here!" she whined, sidling closer. "You can't make a Lyo watch sex every day and not get any at all. It makes us crazy. Especially with you waving these things at me all day long," she murmured, stroking one of his arms.
He ignored her touch, letting her move closer to his core. "They will not allow you to return."
"Not even as a subject? Throw me in a cell, O. I'll give you the hottest data flow you've ever seen in this place." She straddled the arm and hooked fingers in a groove of his core plating, dragging herself up the thick appendage. It gave her a thrill. After so many fantasies, riding one of his arms and feeling it slide between her pussy lips made her juice flow, but she didn't stop to savor the sensation.
He was already reaching for her and she didn't have much time. "Inappropriate as always—what are you doing?"
She'd slid her hand around his head while he spoke, ignoring the arm wrapped around her waist once again. Before he could lift her away, she clawed the plating off the back of his head and plunged her hand inside. "Killing you," she snarled into his visor, ripping his delicate neural netting apart.
His arms went limp, sliding away from her and crashing to the floor. She eased off his motionless body and leaned over the control panels, shoving dead appendages out of the way. Muttering to herself, she flicked through the holos of the subjects, looking for Adin. He wasn't in the same little white cell. With a hiss of fear, she ran a search, pulling up the security grid at the same time. As she'd warned Ocen and Sasha, the system had registered the loss of its controlling AI and reacted, instituting lockdown procedures. It wasn't in full defensive mode yet, but if she didn't start giving it orchestrator input, all hell would break loose.
"Ocen," she snapped, racing to stay ahead of the lockdown and keep the corridors open. "Get your scaly ass in here! This thing is freaking out and I don't know if I can—" She bit off the rest with a curse when a distress beacon began to chime. She hurried to kill it, but the system could tell she wasn't its main operator. It put the distress on a delay instead of shutting it down, waiting for the orchestrator to resume normal functions.
<I am here. Direct me,> Ocen said in her mind.
"Left corridor to the T-junction, right about ten paces to the lift, down two levels," she rattled off, checking on the search for Adin's location. "They moved him and I don't... okay, here it is. He's in medical..." Her voice faded away, ears ringing and knees unhinging. She had to catch herself on the edge of the control panel but couldn't peel her eyes away from the holo image of Adin, cuffed to a long table with tubes in his arm. Ferocious longing closed her throat, heart thumping with alarm. What had they done to him?
<Medical? Is he all right?>
"Yes," she wheezed, scanning through the data. "He's just sedated. He hasn't been cooperating." She stared at the history of their time apart, an ache growing in her chest. He had refused all other females, despite his growing physical distress. The mating burn had driven him to violence, and they'd had to sedate him to prevent injury. <Oh, Adin.> "Straight ahead then to the right," she rasped to Ocen. "Follow the signs."
Her gaze lingered on his long muscled body, his intricately patterned scales gleaming like sapphire in the lights of medical. He lay still, eyes closed, and Neeri realized she was having trouble breathing. Tearing her eyes away, she went back to fighting the system for control of the facility, trying to ignore how her hands shook. "Ocen, hurry up. I might have to pull the plug on this thing, crash it. It'll get awful dark and weird down there."
<Define weird.>
"The cell wall matrices will freeze or fail. It'll be like a maze, plus some of the subjects will be loose. Watch your back. A few of them don't play well with others."
<Why am I not surprised you worked here?>
"No time for flattery, Scales. Are you there yet?"
<Yes.> He paused. <Adin is groggy but conscious.> His mental tone was filled with warmth and worry.
Neeri spared a glance at the holo display, relieved to see Ocen uncuffing his brother. "Okay, brace yourself. I'm crashing this thing, then coming down to you. We'll climb out together." Neeri activated a kill program she'd hidden in the system long ago, bypassing regular shut down protocols requiring authorization. "You were a bitch and I never liked you," she muttered to the displays, watching to make sure the slaughter was global. The system went down like a gazelle with its throat slashed.
Darkness swooped in, bringing the silence of mechanical death. The omnipresent hum and vibration of a host of machines disappeared, leaving behind a disconcerting stillness. Power off, lights off, ventilation off. And life support off.
"Shit," Neeri stated. Then she bolted for the nearest service passage, small ducts used by the maintenance bots to move with swift ease around the facility. With the power out, the lifts wouldn't operate and this was her only way down. "Hey Scales, you still in my head?" she called as she ripped the grate off the shaft and climbed in.
<Still here.>
"How are things down there?"
<Dark and weird.>
"Hang tight, I'm coming. Try not to breathe much. I crashed everything, including life support. It's going to get uncomfortable in here."
<Well done,> he responded dryly.
"Thanks, I give good mayhem. How's Adin?"
<On his feet. Slow, but moving.>
Neeri could hear the brotherly concern in his tone and wondered what he wasn't saying about Adin's condition. "Can you find a service shaft?"
<Not at the moment.>
Neeri grimaced and didn't ask what he meant. The preoccupation in his mental voice was nerve-wracking enough. She scuttled and slithered through the passages at a breakneck pace, taking a shortcut and dropping levels with jarring force. She grumbled about her new bruises as she worked her way to a grate close to medical. "Okay, I'm pretty much here. Where are you guys?"
<Busy,> Ocen grunted.
Her ears caught the violent slap of flesh meeting flesh. Neeri swore hard and shot out of the service shaft, dodging shadowy figures of wandering subjects and sprinting toward the sounds of a fight. She rounded a half-melted wall and then dove out of the way of a flying body. The flyer crashed into the wall with a grunt, but landed on poised feet. With a coughing roar, the figure lunged back the way he'd come.
Neeri snagged his ankle as he leapt over her. Throwing her weight in a pivoting twist, she knocked him off balance, his considerable bulk crashing to the floor. "Wildcat Bill, you are being a very bad boy," she lectured, facing the riled Lyomedrin male and sliding into a ready crouch.
His growl was low and menacing, but he rose with easy deliberation. "A Lyo female? Don't think I've had you yet. Just stay out of my way, kitten, and I'll get to you after I put the snakes down."
Neeri made a disgusted sound and bared her teeth at him. "I guess they didn't pick you for your brains. This place is imploding, and all you want to do is fight and fuck? You're embarrassing me, Bill."
"That's not my name," he growled, advancing on her.
She slid around him, spotting the two Ophidians beyond, Ocen propping Adin upright. "I don't care," she snapped at the Lyo. "Go screw something that does."
He paused and breathed deeply, drawing in her scent. Then he blinked at her in confusion when he smelled her lack of interest. "I thought this was a new game," he said in a lower voice.
"Party's over. Sex bots are over there. Take your pick and go home, tiger."
He chuffed at her and shook himself before stalking away on a grumble of discontent. Neeri was warily watching him go when someone grabbed her arm and spun her around. She was about to shred her attacker when she recognized the touch, the drugging scent. "Adin," she gasped before he hauled her up against him and sealed his mouth to hers with an incoherent mental moan of need. She had about three seconds of bliss, barely long enough to register his sweet/spicy flavor and feel his maddening tongue twine around hers, before something ripped her out of his arms.
"I take this one," a rumbling, cavernous voice said. Neeri twitched in alarm. It was Caveman, a massive, brutish humanoid with very little brain power and a cock big enough to split a female in two. He was dangling her off the floor by a fist in the back of her shirt.
"Whoa! Cavey, hang on big fella." Neeri twisted in his hold, wondering how the hell she was going to get out of this one.
<NO!> Adin's mental shout was enough to give her an aneurysm. <Put her DOWN! NOW!>
"Ow," the big ox complained, dropping Neeri and clutching his head with both hands. "You hurt my head." Then he swung an arm in a clumsy swipe, his expression more irritated than angry.
Ocen pulled his swaying brother out of the way and Neeri darted close to them. "Time to go, boys," she hissed and yanked them toward the service shaft. Ocen wrapped an arm around his brother and they shambled after her, slower than she would have liked. But Caveman must have decided to look for a less painful play-toy, shuffling in the opposite direction.
<Neeri, you're here. You came back. What did you do?>
Adin's mental touch slid through her mind like ambrosia and fire. She swallowed hard, leading them toward the service way and murmuring over her shoulder, "I sort of broke stuff. Are you all right?"
<My head is fuzzy. And I... I'm burning. I need... >
Neeri paused, crouching at the grate to study him. Even in the dark she could see the color swirling in his eyes and the clench and shudder of his muscles. She couldn't see his expression, but distress radiated off him and shivered across her skin. "Adin?"
Ocen answered her. <It is the mating burn. He needs—well, he needs you. But we don't have time. If we hurry... >
Neeri hissed in a breath, pressing a hand to the grate to steady herself as heat engulfed her, tightening each of her nipples to hard points and swelling the folds of her pussy to a painful ache. Fluid seeped out of her channel, cooling her flaming lips. She could see the shadow of Adin's heavy erections and it was all she could do not to make a grab for them. "Right, hurry," she croaked and slapped the grate out of the way, diving in like salvation waited at the other end. Adin followed with Ocen behind him.
She didn't think what it would mean to crawl in front of them, the thick scent of her arousal drenching the air, her skirt too short to mask anything. She heard Adin groan like a dying man and suddenly pictured what he saw, her ass moving in tantalizing arcs, pussy weeping in open invitation. <Oh Stars, Neeri, so sweet.> His mental touch was a maelstrom of hunger.
She felt his breath fluttering the edge of her skirt and lust stabbed up her spine. She wanted to crash to her knees and elbows, arch her back and present her holes for him to take, hard and fast. She'd never wanted anything so much as she wanted those ridged shafts of silky flesh tunneling deep inside her, sending her to the place he'd found just for her.
<We need to keep moving,> Ocen reminded them when Neeri paused, teetering dizzily on the edge of a razor-sharp desire.
Moving? She could barely remember why they were here. Unable to speak, she shifted forward on shaky limbs, trying to be reasonable.
Adin's tongue tossed reason right out into space. That black devil's toy slithered between her labia, curling around her clit in a flick and rasp. Her entire body convulsed with pleasure. She yelped and dropped right to her knees, torso pitching forward. She barely caught herself before face-planting and wouldn't have felt it if she had. His thick, nimble tongue swirled and dove into her channel, snapping out to stab at her clit with such ruthless demand she saw stars. She spread her thighs as far as they would go and flattened her chest and hot face against the cool metal duct, pressing back against his mouth with a long guttural moan of need.
<Neeri, my Neeri.>
"Yes," she sobbed, shuddering as he caught her hips in his cool hands, black claws pressing into her skin. "Please. Adinnnn..."
His clever tongue swirled and tugged, and her body shattered into climax, her cry vibrating the metal around them. With her body still quivering and contracting on waves of pleasure, Adin surged over her, one arm wrapping like a steel band around her torso. Before she could catch her breath, a cool, thick cockhead pushed between her labia, then drove like a spear into her depths. She shrieked again, clenching around him like a vice, delirious at the fullness and friction of the cool, silky hardness rubbing along her sensitive tissues. He thrust, as hard and fast as she'd dreamed, the second long cock rubbing and slapping against her lips and clit, the smaller third member sliding along the crack of her ass.
Her body seemed to explode, the world evaporating into a pleasure so vast she lost herself and found him, found Adin, the sweet and ruthless center of everything.
Eventually reality returned and she heard Ocen, far away at the edges of her awareness. <Stop, please, stop, my brother. You will hurt her. We must go, we must! Please.>
Adin's breath hissed past her cheek in hard gusts, one arm still holding her tight to his hard-scaled body as he shuddered against her. <Neeri, oh no. Oh, my sweet one, did I hurt you?>
She snickered a little. "You guys joking?" she slurred and tried to move. Her muscles felt like taffy, loose and unmanageable. "I feel spectacular. Wish we had time for a nap," she mumbled. She turned her head and gave Adin's shadow a sultry smile. He kissed her slow and deep before he eased back, helping her to sit.
<I know it was needful, but we should hurry.> Ocen urged.
"Okay, hang on. Trying to remember how to, you know, function." Neeri stretched then rose to a wobbly crouch. "Say, how was the view back there, Scales?"
<Awkward,> Ocen answered with dry humor. <Sasha tells me she has called in reinforcements. We hope they will be in time to rescue these people.>
It galvanized her into action. Breathing deep, she eased through the passage at an increasing pace. "Has she spotted any ships yet?"
<None.>
"Let's hope we're gone before she does," Neeri muttered. "The bosses might get here before the cavalry."
Adin prudently kept a short distance between them, though she still felt his mental presence like a caress. <Neeri, how did you do this? How is my brother here?>
"You know, they had the sun-fried balls to fire me?" she tossed over her shoulder. "I'm not good with rejection. I found Ocen and his mate, and they helped me break back in here. Sad to say, I think my severance is a lost cause."
<You came for me,> he murmured in her mind with a warm rush of emotion.
Neeri tensed at the unmistakable color of puppy-love in his tone. "Yeah, look," she said warily, keeping her face turned away. "I would've done it for anybody. This place just isn't healthy." Sex she could handle. Emotional entanglement wasn't her thing. Especially when it was just a crush, sweet but temporary.
He was quiet, his mental touch withdrawing and leaving a disturbing coolness behind. They climbed to the surface without any further conversation, preserving their strength and air. The quality of the air turned stale and chilly by the time they emerged from the service vent. Luckily, the front doors hadn't closed again and they were able to leave the facility behind without any further hardship.
Sasha greeted them at the hatch, her features pale and anxious. "Oh, thank god, are you all right?" Then she noticed Adin's fantastic, jewel-like nakedness and three impressive erections arcing toward his belly. She turned bright red. "Holy shit." She turned, eyes darting everywhere but at them. "Uh, hi?"
Neeri snickered. "Red, this is Adin and his three friends. I haven't named them yet. Any ships on the way?"
"No," she squeaked and threw Neeri a frown of censure. "What took you so long?"
"Oh, well..." Neeri glanced down at Adin's delicious cocks and felt her pussy clench hard. Stars Above, she wanted to ride those until it hurt.
"Never mind," Sasha said, seeing where Neeri's attention had gone. She coughed into her fist and shuffled out of the way. "We should leave now."
Ocen eased past Neeri and his brother, pausing for a long moment next to Sasha. They gazed into each other's eyes and Neeri would've laid good odds Ocen was licking her up one side and down the other with his poetic tongue, judging by the melting of her soft body toward him. Her brown eyes even glazed a little. Then he brushed his knuckles against her cheek and glided down the passage to the pilot's den.
Neeri smirked, watching Sasha blink and sway. Leaning on the wall next to her, she purred, "Need me to finish you off, little Red?"
The blush came back with a vengeance. "Would you stop that?" Sasha exclaimed, glaring at her. "And no, you are never touching me again."
"Because you hated it?" Neeri mocked her, feeling the ship hum and shift under her feet.
Sasha folded her arms and hunched her shoulders for a second, before shrugging. "Because I didn't hate it," she grumbled. "You're kind of good at it. But no matter what my body says, I don't want you." She slapped a hand to her chest in emphasis. "So, no. No more touching, Neeri."
Neeri smiled, amused and rather captivated. "Fair enough. No more touching, until you get over those silly inhibitions of yours and beg me."
To her surprise and delight, Sasha snickered instead of fluffing up like an outraged kitten. "Dream on, bad kitty." Then she sauntered away, unaware of how much challenge she put in the swing of her hips. Or how much Neeri adored challenges.
Neeri was studying the little human with a bemused smile when Adin spoke behind her. <You touched my brother's mate?>
"Hmm? Oh, it was for a good cause."
<And this male?> He pointed a black claw past her at Ridge, still slumped and snoring in his restraints, pants open and withered dick exposed.
"Same cause," she responded without looking at him. She saw enough in her peripheral vision, the lights of the ship gleaming across his beautiful deep blue scales. His tantalizing Ophidian musk drifted around her, reminding her of just how good he tasted. "Ridge was your kidnapper," she said to distract herself. And him, if he was peeking in her head. "He deserves a long prison sentence and a girlfriend named Big Eddy, but he got the ride of his life instead."
Adin hissed and crowded her against the wall. <You laid with this male?> He growled in her mind, possessive fury tinging his tone deep red.
"No, but I might have," she said with a low growl of her own, hackles rising with annoyance. "I screw who I want. I'm not your mate."
<The hell you aren't,> he snarled and shoved forward, hips crashing hard against her. Those marvelous cocks pressed furrows into her abdomen, promising all kinds of decadence. She looked into the wild swirl of colors in his eyes, saw the beauty and suffering in his fine-scaled features, felt the hard-muscled strength of his body, and forgot what they were arguing about.
"I want that tongue again," she whispered, sliding her arms around his neck and tugging him closer, shivering at the cool feel of smooth scales under her fingers. "And then I want this..." She sent him a picture of what she was dying to have, all of him inside her.
He shuddered from head to toe. <N-Neeri,> he gasped. <I'm still burning. I might hurt you.>
"Shh, you won't," she whispered and kissed him, tangling her tongue with his in a sultry dance. Hooking a leg over his hip, she ground against those rock-hard ridges with a moan of utter need, wet and dripping already.
He shredded her shirt, stroking her naked torso with his maddeningly cool fingers, flicking each of her nipples until she keened into his mouth, pleasure shooting through her in sharp sparkles. Bracing against his shoulders, she wrapped her other leg around him, working her pelvis in harder circles. She wanted his tongue flicking over her nipples. She wanted him to suck her clit until she screamed. She wanted to taste his surprisingly sweet cum again, roll his heads around in her mouth like lollipops. She wanted him to claim every hole in her body, driving inside her hard and deep until she was his. She wanted to be his. His mate.
She jerked back, shaking her head. <No, no, I'm not... > But Adin could read the yes in every other part of her, inside and out. He dropped her on her back in a berth and dove between her thighs, sucking her clit just how she wanted, using his tongue and teeth without mercy until she climaxed hard on a sharp cry, frantic hips rolling. Then he flipped her, tongue working her from this angle, flicking so fast between her clit, pussy, and asshole that she clenched into another orgasm with hardly a pause, breath slamming to a halt in her throat.
While she was still writhing and whimpering from the shattering pleasure, he tugged her to her knees and worked a round, hard cockhead between her pussy lips, rolling his hips and driving her absolutely mad with the sensation, the head teasing and popping in and out of her hole. She was snarling wordless demands when he shoved deep, wringing a delighted scream from her. Then he pulled back out, worked her slippery fluid up her crack, and slid with agonizing slowness back in, his smaller cock expanding her other hole at the same time.
Neeri convulsed again, body exploding over and over with insane pleasure. She was so full, and he felt so good, stretching, burning, sliding in and in, then out and out...
Then she felt a second cockhead push for entry into her pussy and her whole world narrowed to their joining. She wanted this, so badly she couldn't breathe, couldn't think. She wanted all of him inside her, filling her utterly and driving her to heights she couldn't even imagine. It would probably hurt, but she wanted that too, wanted every sensation he could give her. She needed him, a need so huge and hot it was scary, needed him sweet, demanding, claiming... <Adin, oh yes, oh pleeease!>
Adin froze, shuddering all over. The mating burn sizzled along his bones and muscles, turning his mind to red mist and insanity. It demanded he take her with everything he had, rut in her body like a wild thing. But this was his Neeri, his mate, and he was terrified of hurting her. He tried to block her, but her pleasure licked at him, driving him like a goad, magnifying his own sensations maddeningly. He could feel her need matching his own, but how could she take both his larger cocks in her channel when she fit so perfect and snug around just one?
She rotated her hips, nearly driving him over the edge with the sweet slide and kiss of her lava-hot tissues around his heads. He growled and clamped his hands on her ass cheeks to hold her still, claws denting her skin. She keened and shivered in his hold, begging and demanding, needing him. Utterly fearless. <My Neeri.>
He pushed forward into her tightness, hot flesh engulfing his pulsing cocks in sultry welcome. Just inside he had to stop, gritting his teeth and shaking his head in denial of his pleasure while she cried out her own, squeezing and milking him unbearably. He could feel how he stretched her, how pleasure and pain merged with blinding intensity, and he very nearly lost himself. Holding on grimly to his shredding control, he worked deeper, growling like an animal as she writhed under him. He pressed his third aching cock into the pucker of her other entrance.
She screamed and bucked back against him, driving him in deep. And the world blew away, shredding him with endless pulses of violent pleasure.
***
Sasha was feeling pretty proud of herself for learning to handle the crazy cat woman. Neeri wasn't so bad, once she'd learned how to take her endless taunting, learned not to take her so seriously. True, the memory of Neeri's clever fingers almost stroking her to orgasm would always be embarrassing, and hotly stimulating if she was honest, but Neeri's view on sex was very different from Sasha's own. It hadn't embarrassed her to lick Sasha's juice from her fingers; she didn't seem to give it another thought.
So Sasha had decided to try and relax, lay down a few boundaries, and ignore Neeri's attempts to shock her. Who knew, they might end up friends. She settled outside Ocen's nook, studying his long body with a curl of her lips. Holy hell, he was delicious, strong and limber, his patterned skin endlessly tempting. The thick bulges in his suit made her sweat and squirm. She remembered Adin's astounding three dicks, fine scales gleaming in the light, and let out a dizzy huff of air. If Ocen was built anything like his brother, her future looked bright. Yup, she was feeling pretty good about how things were turning out.
Until a flash of blue and a snarl caught her attention. She jerked her head around, eyes widening to see Adin pushing Neeri against the wall. Her heart bumped hard in alarm and she almost blurted a warning to Ocen about his brother getting violent, until Neeri climbed him like a tree, kissing him and writhing against him like a cat in heat. Which Sasha supposed she was.
She looked away, trying not to blush again. Damn it, the woman kept finding new, uncomfortable ways to broaden Sasha's horizons. She glanced at the sleeping Ridge with a grimace and a disgruntled sigh. The Lyo was a serious pain in her ass. Working hard to keep her gaze away from the sultry display, Sasha waited for them to break it up.
Instead, Ocen's brother ripped the clothes from Neeri's body, tossed her on a recessed bed, and dove between her thighs, eating her out with the ravaging intensity of a plundering pirate, to Neeri's obvious and loud delight.
Sasha stared for a second with her jaw hanging open before she let out a strangled yelp of shock and spun away from the scene. "Oh my god," she whispered. "Ocen, your brother."
<I know,> he grated, his tone so rough and intense she did a double take. His long muscles were ridged, fists clenched, jaw tight. She couldn't see his eyes, the pilot helm still lowered. <I am sorry for your discomfort. But you must understand, he is suffering through his first mating burn. I only thank the Stars Neeri is here to help him.>
"First mating burn?" she said with a quiver in her voice, trying to ignore the wet and wild sounds over her shoulder. The air was filling with the thick smell of sex and lust.
<When my kind reaches sexual maturity. It is an insatiable fire. Much like what I feel for you now, my sayshin.> He groaned, his forked tongue sliding out and flicking slow and tantalizing in the air. <I taste your need, like sweetest honey. Maddening.>
She squirmed again, pressing her thighs together to ease the ache between them. Her nipples tightened with teasing flashes of pleasure and she swallowed hard. "I'm—I do want you, but..."
<Sweet Sasha, I too want to go slowly, to build something strong and beautiful with you. But your need is mine, and you have been teased into such a heady desire.> He shifted on the pilot's couch, hands flexing and clenching into fists again. <Unbearable.>
"Y-you're not mad? That I'm, you know, turned on?"
<Lust is natural, sayshin. I am not angry with you. I am only jealous I was not the cause. I so wanted to be the one to touch you, feel your heat and softness, taste the sweetness flowing so freely from your body. Your need tears at me, Sasha. Please, take your pleasure in me.>
Sasha quivered all over, almost whimpering with lust. Just then Neeri cried out extra loud and Sasha glanced over her shoulder before she could stop herself. The sight was insanely inflaming. Neeri lay chest down, spread and writhing, her face flooded with ecstasy, ass lifted to her scaled lover. Adin loomed behind her like a dark god, clawed hands anchoring her hips, his pelvis working with smooth, ruthless, mind-bending strokes, slippery cocks driving in and out of her quaking body.
Sasha's mind went blank. Next thing she knew, Ocen's strong hands were lifting her, spreading her like melted chocolate on top of him. He didn't remove their clothing, but her flesh was so sensitive she could almost feel every ridge and vein in the bulge he pressed between her thighs. The bolt of pleasure shooting from her clit to her extremities was so hot and hard she strangled on a squeal.
<Take your pleasure,> he said in a breathless tone. Helm pushed up on his forehead, eyes flaring with wild color as he watched her, Ocen thrust his hips and shredded any lingering inhibitions. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she writhed and pumped and ground herself into a delirious orgasm, then two, then three, feeling Ocen pulse under her, their shouts mingling and eyes locked together in ecstasy. Oh yes, her future was looking very bright indeed.
***
"The facility has been contained. Would you like me to reacquire them, Director?" the man asked as he watched the Ophidian's sleek ship flash away.
"Not yet. Mark them as Phase Two and set a watcher on them. The Lyo is of particular interest. Her behavior has been unexpected."
"Yes, Director," the man responded, gritting his teeth a little at the cold logic in the sexless voice. He wasn't thrilled with his job, but they paid extremely well. For financial security, he would ignore the chill he always felt when speaking with his boss. "Cleanup is in progress, the authorities diverted, relocation of the moon in transit. Would you like me to handle the installation of a new orchestrator?"
"Fine, Agent Epsilon. That would be fine."
***