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  A low moan rose from his broad chest. She could feel its rumble. It made her nipples pinch tighter and her pussy grow damp. A squirming sensation began between her thighs, a tickling of wet fingers that made her blood roar and her pulse quicken. He followed her wordless request, squeezing each breast harder, increasing his hold until his fingers bruised her flesh and left her gasping and whimpering for… “More. Please, more.”

  One hand left her breast, and before her body could cry out in denial, it reveled in jubilation when strong, long fingers slid between the junction of her thighs and parted her nether-lips. They delved deep, rolling over her burning clit as they sank into her tight folds. She arched her spine, pushing her sex harder to his hand and her ass harder to his cock, wanting to soar higher. She lifted her arms, locking them behind his head and turning her own, offering her parted lips to his mouth. He took them, feasting on their softness, his tongue hot and wild. His hands continued their worship of her body, the fingers in her sex seeking the sweet spot in wriggling, twisting strokes, the hand on her breast cupping and squeezing.

  Tears of Druentia.

  Jaienna’s knees trembled and she felt a wall of creamy pleasure release in her pussy, not an orgasm, but a preamble to the absolute rapture she knew would soon consume her. Its musky sweetness filled the air and Zeric moaned again, low and decidedly animalistic, his hand between her thighs dragging back up to take possession again of her other breast.

  “You are truly wonderful.”

  The deep male voice filtered through Jaienna’s desire-clouded brain and she whimpered again, her pussy growing more sodden with its haughty intention.

  Confident hands slid up her calves, the backs of her knees, her thighs. A warm breath feathered her belly, just below her navel before lips more arrogant than Zeric’s scalded a brand on the smooth curve of her mons.

  She sucked in a swift breath and tightened her arms around Zeric’s neck, deepening their kiss as Tornada’s hands worked her thighs wide and his mouth claimed her folds.

  His tongue plunged into her sex, rolling over her clit in small circles that sent ripples of tension through her body. His hands moved higher up her thighs, the tips of his index fingers following the velvet line of her pussy-lips back to her perineum. She thrust her hips forward, spreading her legs farther apart to grant his mouth greater access to her sodden sex and his fingers greater access to her ass. Gods…

  Zeric dragged his mouth down her neck to nuzzle on her shoulder, his hands growing more savage on her breasts. He pulled on each nipple, tweaking one and then the other in a rhythm matched by Tornada’s tongue on her clit. The unspoken harmony between the two made her head swim with heady lust and a low moan slipped from her lips. She buried her hands in Zeric’s hair, closing her eyes to the sensations his mouth and hands created in her body as she lifted one leg and hooked it around Tornada’s shoulders.

  Her folds opened more, sopping with creamy hunger, a hunger Tornada greedily lapped at with his tongue. The fingers exploring her cleft slid closer to the tight hole of her anus, slicking its clenched entry with her juices. They traced its closed form, making her shift with impatient need, driving her hips harder to his face. “Damn you, don’t tease me!” she ground out, tugging on Zeric’s hair, wishing they’d both continue their languid torture forever and wanting them to bring her to a screaming climax now.

  How can you have both?

  Jaienna didn’t know, she just did.

  The conflict drove her crazy and she snatched at one of Zeric’s hands, forcing his assault of her breast to increase. She felt on fire. Her sex grew hotter, wetter with each thrust and lick of Tornada’s tongue and her breasts grew heavier with each masterful twist of her nipples by Zeric’s fingers. Breath short, heart pounding, she moaned again.

  Without a word, she was lifted from her feet, Zeric supporting her torso with his strong arms, Tornada’s mouth still feasting on her sex as his arms wrapped around her hips. She gasped, the sense of being weightless while her body was worship by them both so surreal, so erotic she almost came there and then. Her stomach clenched, her muscles tensed, and suddenly she was pressed to her back, the surface beneath her soft and silken and cool.

  Tornada’s mouth never left her pussy. His tongue worked her clit, flicking it over and over again in fierce, tiny strokes. His thumb plunged between her drenched lips and she bucked, her spine arching in such a way her breasts shoved high toward the heavens. Zeric’s hot, wet mouth closed around one nipple before she could flatten, hands both preternaturally fast and tipped by blunt claws whipping under her back and keeping her spine arched, holding her in the position, her breasts thrust up, her pussy spread wide.

  She writhed, heels, ass cheeks and shoulder blades pressed to bed. Tornada suckled at her sex as Zeric suckled at her breasts, their surreal harmonious rhythm returning once more. It was as though they were one, a creature created solely to pleasure her. Neither spoke to the other, but both knew exactly what the other did and complemented their action, heightening the rapture rolling through her until she could barely draw breath.

  “Druentia wept!” she called as Zeric’s teeth nipped at her nipple the exact moment Tornada’s teeth closed down on her clit. A shudder rocked her, from her sodden core to her swollen breasts. She grabbed at the cool sheets beneath her, a distant part of her mind wondering where she was. No bed she knew was fitted with Sheilite silk.

  Does it really matter?

  Zeric’s mouth slid from one breast to the other, his tongue, lips and teeth branding the throbbing swell of flesh his own.

  She fisted the sheets again, lifting her hips and tossing her head from side to side.

  Her climax was building, coming at her hard. She didn’t want to come yet. She wanted to feel them both…

  Tornada’s mouth left her pussy and he slid up her body, mirroring Zeric’s position by her side. He took the nipple Zeric had so recently abandoned between his lips, rolling it between his teeth in ever-increasing pressure. Both men suckled and gnawed, each working—again—as one, so neither nipple was without suction.

  Jaienna cried out, grabbing at each man’s hair, holding their heads imprisoned to her breasts. Their mouths worshipped her. When one sucked, the other nibbled, when one teased, the other tortured. Heat washed over her, a drowning force she willingly succumbed to. She rubbed her thighs together, her pussy clenching and constricting, wanting to be filled.

  By who?

  She ignored the soft question. Ignored the conflict it created deep in her core. Later…

  The two men suckled harder, and then, in perfect sync, slid one hand each down her torso, palmed her belly and found her cream-slicked sex. Tornada’s finger parted her lips first, delving into her tightness with slow, steady penetration. Zeric’s followed, his knuckle finding her clit with familiar ease. She gasped, tugging on his hair and pushing her hips higher. Both men plunged their fingers in deeper, filling and stretching her, making her whimper. They stroked the wall of her sex, twin caresses that flooded her pussy with fresh cream and her body with liquid heat. She cried out again, bucking under their invasion, each hoarse sound feeding their frenzy until their fingers were drenched in her juice.

  And still they suckled on her breasts. Still their mouths made love to her nipples. Sensations washed over her, through her. She thrashed on the bed, hammering her hips to their masterful hands, pushing her breasts harder to their talented lips. How did they do it? How did they take her to the Nine Heavens with just their—

  Both hands twisted, a flick of each wrist, and suddenly four fingers penetrated her. Four wildly wriggling fingers that drove her to the edge and pushed her over. Four fingers that released the flood and made her scream as climax after climax after climax claimed her. She threw back her head, pressing it to the softness beneath her, her breath ragged, her pulse pounding, and the scent of her release— of her desire— intoxicating, more potent than Bliss could ever be.

  “Fuck!” she screamed, bucking into their hands
, her body wracked by one violent shudder after another. “Oh, the fucking gods! Yes!”

  The two mouths worked her nipples, the four fingers her gushing sex, refusing to let her ride the exquisite waves crashing over her, forcing those waves to pummel her higher, higher. She arched her back, sinking her nails into Tornada’s shoulder, Zeric’s neck. Her body burned. Her soul sizzled. “Tears of Druentia!” she cried, staring up at the ceiling, besieged by the raw pleasure consuming her. “I love you! By the gods’ own tears, I love you!”

  The fingers stilled, the mouths lifted. Two sets of eyes looked at her, one gold, one black. Two sets of eyes that bored into her very being and made her heart stop. “Who, Jaienna Ti?” both Zeric and Tornada asked as one, their deep, purely male voices strangely feminine. “Who do you love?”

  Jaienna stared at them, the last crushing contraction of her climax pulsing through her sex, a single beat punctuating a single word: who?

  Her breath caught in her throat…

  And she sat up, staring around Lyso’s quarters.

  Sweat slicked her trembling body, her heart hammered. She gazed about the small room, her mouth turning dry. Druentia wept! Folding her legs to her chest, she dropped her forehead to her knees. Fuck. Where was her brain?

  That’s not the real problem, is it? It’s not your brain, but your heart. Where’s your heart, Jaienna? Where, exactly, is your heart?

  A shrill note cut the silence and she lifted her head, disgusted—and grateful—for the interruption. “Yes?” she snapped, dismayed at the relief undercutting the word.

  “We have arrived, Jaienna.” Lyso’s guttural, disembodied voice wafted from the internal intercom. “We are at Ii’olia.”

  * * * *

  Tornada lifted his stare from the control deck and turned it to the approaching planet, still just a tiny green dot in the blanket of stars spilling out before him, but growing larger with each click. Ii’olia.

  The Xolotlan Star-Hopper’s propulsion signature ended there. Whoever had translocated Jaienna from his arms had headed directly to Ii’olia. No translocation residue, no other propulsion signature existed between her abduction and the small planet.

  Tornada let a black, silent snarl fall over his face.

  Whoever took her was a walking corpse. They’d just yet to experience the pain of their upcoming death, a problem he would amend. Soon.

  Chapter 5

  Heart a pounding force in his chest, Zeric stared at his partner. The Yrathian stood—naked—on the other side of the bars, ignoring the screaming, scattering club patrons and the six Boaronians with their blasters leveled on his chest, staring back at him with eyes that seemed somehow unfocussed. His face, once only marred by the ritual scars marking his species’ Master-Pleasurer status, was now a tangled, knotted mess of raw scar tissue and angry flayed flesh, but that didn’t prevent the confused anger etching itself on his features.

  Zeric blinked, not just at the unusual emotion, but at Jak’s very existence. “Jak?”

  “Don’t kill her, Zeric,” he said, his strange glazed eyes flicking to Bhelais before returning to Zeric. “I know you want to, shit, so do I, but don’t. Please.”

  Zeric took a step toward the bars, feeling their electrical energy pull at the fine hairs on his body. “Jak?” he said again, forcing the beast within his blood into silence. Once released, it never wanted to capitulate control, and the seductive blood lust it aroused in Zeric made keeping it under control almost impossible. A fact Hrung Crortek seemed all too aware—

  Zeric’s ragged breath caught. Crortek!

  He tore his stare from Jak, searching above the heads of the dispersing crowd.

  And saw him.

  “I have to admit, life has not been dull since I met you, Terran,” Crortek said, leaning against a thick, golden pillar to the left of the dais, reed-thin body seemingly relaxed. “Sex-slaves who are really Intel-Patrol Corp agents, a man who is really an animal, a loyal slave who defies her master,” his white, pearlescent gaze turned to Jak, “and a corpse who really isn’t a corpse at all.”

  He gave his head an almost imperceptible nod, and the Boaronians moved. Two launched themselves at Jak before he could move, one smashing its fist into his neck, the other ramming its blaster into his chest as he collapsed to his knees.

  “Jak!” Zeric roared, leaping toward his fallen partner.

  As did Bhelais. Her tortured cry of dismay punched at his ears as, naked and bleeding from a deep gash high on her forehead, she scurried across the cage’s floor, her wide, violet stare locked on Jak. “Jak!” she screamed, reaching the bars. A sharp crack rent the air and, with a yelp, she was flung backward, the bars jolting her with enough charge to launch her from the floor in a sickening arch.

  “How touching.” Crortek smirked, his teeth flashing as Bhel, blood trickling from her nose, crawled toward Jak again.

  He turned his attention back to Zeric, smirk stretching wider. “I have always found the concept of love pathetic, yet it presents so many opportunities to someone who knows how to use it.” His head dipped again in that slight nod and without delay, the Boaronians hauled Jak off the ground. “Take him to the initiation room.”

  “No!” Bhelais screamed, absolute horror distorting her face. She whipped her stare to Crortek, her eyes wide and wild and terrified. “Master! No! I beg you!”

  “Crortek!” Zeric roared, leaping toward the grinning Ornithion. An excruciating jolt of pain shot through him as his hands gripped the bars of the cage and he jerked backward in a savage bow, spine screaming in agony.

  Crortek laughed, straightening from the pillar. He crossed the room, ignoring his guests as they fled, his eyes fixed totally on Zeric. “What a wonderful situation we have here. Now, how can I use this…” He narrowed his eyes in a display of melodramatic concentration. “Diac,” he said, not looking anywhere but at Zeric. “Release the Raavelian. She needs to be punished.”

  The Boaronian to the rear of the cage moved, punching at the locking panel situated low on the door. A low-pitched hum vibrated from the bars, and then disappeared. Silence.

  Zeric slumped backward, his body thrumming with agonizing energy. Dragging in breath after breath, he watched Crortek approach the cage, the beast within growling for release. Movement from the corner of his eye told him Diac had swung the door open, the sound of Bhelais fighting the hulking guard filtering through his concentration. Without taking his glare from the Ornithion, he counted three guards leveling their blasters on his chest. Three.

  A malevolent grin stretched his lips. Easy.

  He leapt at the door, striking the Boaronian in the forehead with his heels, sending the guard tumbling backward. Landing on the balls of his feet, Zeric spun, grabbed the guard’s head and twisted it to the right. A sickening crack filled the room, followed by a dull thud as Zeric released his grip on the Boaronian’s head and it struck the floor.

  Bhelais, now free of the dead guard’s hold, went sprawling across the room, her long blonde hair spilling about her body like golden blood. For a split second, Zeric watched her, a detached part of his mind recognizing Jaienna in the smooth length of her limbs, the finely structured shape of her torso, and then he snapped straight, fingers hooked, and locked his stare on the closest guard, baring his teeth in a low snarl.

  “Terran!” Crortek shouted.

  Zeric slid his stare to the crime lord, hate and fury coursing through his veins. He clenched his fists, the growing claws on each finger cutting into the flesh of his palms.

  Crortek glared at him, rage glowing in his white, soulless eyes. “You want to kill your partner, Boundary Guardian, then by all means, keep going. I have more than enough Boaronians, but how many Yrathians do you see?”

  He let the question hang in the air, and Zeric growled, the urge to transform a force so powerful he could feel his blood thickening. The two remaining guards closed in on him, their sub-neuron blasters trained on his back and head. He flicked his attention to Jak, saw him hanging betwee
n two leering guards, his unfocussed eyes connecting with Zeric’s across the distance. Saw Bhel sobbing at his knees, her face buried in her hands. “Kill the fucking bastard, Zeric,” Jak muttered, blood trickling from his mouth.

  Zeric turned back to Crortek, his gut sinking. He had two choices; transform and kill Crortek, and in doing so, cause the death of his partner, or remain a man, and hope to Jezu he could save Jak before Crortek tired of them all. Pulling a silent breath, he let his fists unfurl, the tiny puncture wounds from his claws a bitter ironical sting in his palms. The beast—the werewolf—had brought about so much pain, so much death, but the creature who deserved it the most—Crortek—still lived, and now seemed to be in control of the very thing that could destroy him.

  “Very good,” Crortek sneered. His pearlescent gaze flicked over Zeric’s body, undoubtedly noting the slight relaxing of his muscles. “A wise move. Not so much the dumb animal after all.”

  He turned to the guards holding Jak, his contemptuous glare dropping to Bhelais. “Take them both to the initiation room. Let them have one last moment. I will deal with my rebellious slave after I have dealt with the animal here.”

  White, pupil-free eyes shining with smug triumph, Crortek returned his attention to Zeric. “My patience is wearing thin with you, Terran.”

  Zeric gave him a cold grin. “It’s taken this long? I should have been trying harder.”

  Crortek sneered, closing the distance between them, the spines on his back flaring in agitated contempt. “As should I. Now I give you a very simple choice. Give me what I want and your partner will live. Refuse… keep playing the noble hero, and he dies. More painfully than you can—”

  A brilliant eruption of blinding lights, like a million pinpricks of colors spewing from a tear in space, suddenly appeared to Crortek’s left, flooding both he and Zeric in its bleaching glow.

  “Hello, Crortek,” Psy Lyso spat, his fat, blue-skinned shape forming in the pattern of lights, “you shikz-fucking piece of Ornithion filth.”