Forever's Not Enough (Galactic League of Planets) (16 page)

“But, Princess.”

“Shhhh, it’s okay. He won’t mind.”

Scooting across the mattress, she spooned into Pran, her small chocolate tipped breasts pressed into her back, and let her purr run wild.

She couldn’t see it, but she knew Pran was smiling.

Then, her eyes drifting shut, the image of Pran floated away leaving only the warmth of her body, and Peenzan fell asleep wrapped around her love and dreamed of walking in a golden meadow of
hantan
flowers on Meline, his hand in hers.

* * * *

“What the hell was that?”

The voice sounded urgent, maybe even scared. It wasn’t Peenzan’s and he didn’t care.

No, he pleaded, don’t leave me
.

“Hey! You okay, cowboy?”

And she was gone. It was like crawling out of a safe warm cocoon. When his eyes opened, he found his hand wrapped around his hard cock and come all over the table. His heart was pounding, he was hot and sweaty, his chest felt flushed, and he was fighting to breathe.

Looking up, he saw Lucy half dressed, and in a panic, he thought he’d betrayed Peenzan. He was angry when he snapped, “We didn’t…”

“Nope, unfortunately we didn’t. You okay?”

He looked around the small quarters and finally said, “I guess so.”

“One minute I was talking to you and the next minute you were, well, jacking off like crazy and moaning. Hell, I’ve never seen so much come.”

Then he felt embarrassed, “Ah, sorry about that. Let me take a shower and I’ll clean it up.”

Stepping into the small glass telephone booth he heard her say, “No! Don’t bother! I’ll get it!”

It was as if Peenzan had been there. He could feel her riding his chest, her small hands clinging to his shoulders. Hear her sighs. The tickle of the small ridge of fur that ran up her spine beneath his fingers.

And, oddly, he felt happy and refreshed.

Rubbing soap over his body, he enjoyed the slick wet feeling and found her in his mind’s eye. Her own eyes were closed and she was wrapped around Pran, which oddly, seemed right. She looked safe, and reluctantly, he let her slip away.

Stepping out of the shower, he saw the table was clean and Lucy, still not completely dressed, was sitting in his place finishing the container of food he’d been eating. The same container that had been sitting in front of him when he’d shot his wad all over the table.

Finding no other towel, he grabbed Lucy’s off the floor and walked away trying to dry off with the soggy rag and willed his cock to go the rest of the way down. “You’re just weird.”

“Hey,” she shot back around bites. “How the hell do you think I got close to the chairman.”

“Yeah, well, what happens now?”

“Well,” she said around a mouthful, “As you seem to have noticed, I’m kinky. In fact, I have a reputation to protect. So, in about an hour I’m going to take my sex slave to a little social function I’m supposed to go to and then we come back here. Tomorrow is when we do it.”

“Do what?” He caught her staring at his half-hard cock while she swallowed another bite.

“No, not that, cowboy. Tomorrow’s when we change the galaxy forever.”

* * * *

He could hear the music before they got to the door. He didn’t know whose place it was but they’d gone up several levels, and he realized with a start, they were on the board members’ floor.

Before she could knock, the door slid open and stringy strands of jank slither-rock washed over him. He didn’t like the oil she’d rubbed all over his body, and he’d refused to let her touch his balls and cock but she’d said he had to at least look like a sex toy.

A naked man, his hard cock bouncing, waved them in and yelled something at the uncaring crowd before running ahead.

The place was huge. And had rooms. And from the looks of it, it had several. One entire wall was a D screen of a city he’d read about called Manhattan. An earthscape of tall shiny buildings and lush green trees in a park. It paled compared to Meline.

One corner of the room was a writhing heap of slick sweaty naked bodies of every type. A cock would disappear at one place and another would appear somewhere else.

Lucy gave a tug and headed toward some people sitting on sofas and chairs that were grouped around a low table with a huge tray of rangdon spice in the middle.

A lot of them were chatting, a few of them yelling, several just stared at nothing in particular, their jaws slack, their pupils black pools of nothing.

“Lucy!”

It was the girl they’d run into earlier.

“And you brought the stud!” He felt his cock fondled.

“Hey, watch out, that’s all mine!”

“You are such a selfish bitch!” The woman raised her hand in a high-five.

He’d told Lucy he wasn’t going to play. She’d said she could work around it, but that he might have to put up with a little touching.

“Damn, honey, what is the gorgeous hunk of man meat you’ve brought me?”

“Just keep your cock in your pants, Jason. He’s all mine.”

Damn, he thought, thank you Lucy.

Then he saw them. A lot of them. At least twenty. About half-and-half. Male and female. Some earthlings, but a lot of them from other planets.

He’d never seen an aznate female from the blue system naked before and he finally understood why they kept them under cover in public. Maybe not to an aznate, but to him she was absolutely the ugliest female he’d ever seen.

The mijon male beside her didn’t seem to agree with him, given the way the guy was eying her and the state of his cock. Well, both of his cocks.

Lucy tugged his leash and pulled him over to the collection of sex slaves, wrapped the end of his leash around a hook on the wall, obviously put there just for that purpose, grabbed the front of his vinyl jockstrap and with one pull tore it off, and sauntered away to a smattering of applause.

She’d warned him, but he still didn’t like it.

His half hard cock sticking out in a droop, Hill fell into parade rest, something he could do for hours, tuned the babble and music out, and watched from beneath his mask.

By the time she reached the couch, Lucy was naked. When she sat, it was on a hard cock. She was looking right at him as she slid down slowly until she was in the guy’s lap. Before she could settle, a woman was sucking one of her nipples and a man was kneeling at her feet shoving her knees apart.

Scanning the room, he finally found a face he recognized. Board member Hanson was giving new meaning to the term board member draped across some man’s lap, a flat wooden paddle turning his red ass redder with each loud smack.

So this is it, he thought. This is a glimpse into the inner workings of the people that dogged and throttled the worlds of the galaxy into submission and burdened them with contracts that sometimes left their own people starving.

He wanted to puke.

Half an hour later he still wanted to puke while the board member knelt beside him sucking one of the mijon male’s cocks. A woman knelt at the other cock and they seemed to be having some kind of race to see who could make the mijon come first. Now I’ve seen it all, he decided.

Fifteen minutes later, clearly the winner, board member Hanson’s mouth dripping green come, or whatever it was that came out of a mijon, he just wanted to leave.

He was about to call it quits, tear the mask off, and run when Lucy walked up and grabbed his cock, leaned close, and wined loud enough everyone could hear. “Everybody wants to play with you, cowboy.”

He searched her eyes and was relieved to see she hadn’t been dipping spice. “Forget it,” he whispered back.

She squeezed and tugged, her hand sliding to the end of all fourteen inches of his cock where she cupped the head in her palm before sliding back. It did nothing for him.

Leaning as close to his ear as she could get, her huge breasts pushed into his chest, she whispered urgently, “Look, I know you can’t, but you’re going to have to do something. Can you come again? You know, make yourself come? Like before?”

“Look, I told you before we came I wouldn’t! Now get me the hell out of here!”

Pushing away, her hand came to her mouth in an expression of awe, the same hand that had been pulling on his cock and she licked her palm, and said, “Oh my God! Sorry gang, gotta go! Stud here wants me all to himself!”

After she’d done a strange reverse strip to hoots and catcalls, she unhooked his chain, let it drop and led him out by his cock. Once the door closed behind them, in one swift move, he broke the cuffs that held his wrists together and went for the zipper on the back of the leather mask.

“Wait!” she hissed between clenched teeth, “Too many people are looking for you. Leave it on until we get back to my place.”

He left her the small single bunk, and threw some cushions from chairs on the floor and was sound asleep, his body mending and his heart soaring with Peenzan’s, before she’d even finished undressing.

* * * *

Peenzan woke with a start in a tangle of sheets and Pran. Careful not to wake her sleeping handmaiden, she extracted herself and wandered into the main sitting room. He was pulling at her heart and she smiled. That same pull wouldn’t let her sleep. Curse Zad for not telling her where to find him!

The lights came up and she heard a yawning Pran say, “Princess, are you okay?”

She sighed and let him go. “Yes, Pran. Just worried.”

“I’ll prepare your bath.”

“Pran?”

“Yes, Princess?”

“Do you still think me a fool?”

She watched Pran smile wistfully before answering, “I think that Bast has been exceedingly kind to you, my Princess. I pray she is half as kind to me.”

* * * *

Crenshaw pulled hard and grunted. Sweating, his wrists sore, he gave up. There’s no way to break them.
Damn that woman! I’ll kill her.

His jaw was killing him and the seat of the couch was soaked from his slobbering around the fucking red ball she’d strapped into his mouth. His ass burned from the plug she’d stuck in it and he felt like a light-beam ship had taken a shortcut through his ass on its way to Rangdon.

The fucking pleasure ring she’d put around his cock and balls was going to kill him if he didn’t get it off. He felt it switch on, just as it had done every fifteen minutes since she’d put it there, and felt his cock pushing into the couch again as he got hard.

“Fuck,” he mumbled around the ball. Five minutes later, he felt the pull in his groin and the unwanted and unappreciated rush and tightening of his overworked muscles when he jerked and climaxed. Nothing came out. That was gone hours ago. It was all a sticky mess beneath him. Now it was just the excruciating agony of an overworked libido.

When he opened his eyes, he didn’t know how long he’d been out and started pulling frantically on his restraints again.

When his D chimed announcing an incoming call he actually tried to smile. Mumbling as loud as he could he finally managed to get the thing to answer.

“Blake? Is that you?”

He couldn’t see the screen, but he recognized the voice immediately. It’s that prick in production that had been trying to get a meeting with him since he’d arrived on the Meline moon.
Don’t these people know we’re trying to destroy a world here?

He moaned around his little red ball. He knew the guy could see him. The D’s would follow any living breathing thing anywhere in a room. If it was unblocked, which his was, there was absolutely no privacy.

“Oh, sorry, I guess you’re…” And the guy laughed knowingly. “…ah, busy. I’ll call…”

He burst into a fit of mumbles and moans, coughs and groans to keep the guy on the D. He froze when he felt the pleasure ring start up again.

Shit!

* * * *

As a UC Marine, sleeping only four hours and waking up alert and ready to go was second nature. Rolling to his feet, he realized he was naked and still covered in the oil Lucy had rubbed all over his body the night before.

She was naked sprawled lewdly on top of her sheets and he jumped in the shower.

Clean, naked, and making breakfast he heard her moan, “Damn, cowboy, it’s awful fucking early isn’t it?”

He shoved the synthetic bacon around in the pan and said, “I need you to go find Radd. He’s my lieutenant. You’ll find him at C barracks, box 2, left. Tell him ‘code Singapore 4’ and tell him to bring weapons. Tell him my name and tell him it’s important. He’ll come when you give him the code.”

He dropped some real eggs into the pan beside the bacon and wondered who the hell this woman was. He hadn’t seen real eggs in more than ten years.

By the time she got out of the shower and dressed, well, put something on—it didn’t cover much, but he guessed that was her idea of getting dressed—he had breakfast on the table and synco, the crappy synthetic coffee found on every Corporation light-beam ship, brewing.

“Uhhh cowboy, you shoulda’ said something. I’ve got the real stuff in a cabinet above the refrigerator.”

“Didn’t know,” he said around a mouthful of eggs. “And what the hell is a cowboy, anyway?”

She just laughed.

When she got ready to leave, he remembered, “Oh, and tell him to get me some clothes.”

Standing in her open door, she looked back and said, “Oh, I don’t know, I kinda like you like you are.”

* * * *

“No, Pran. Get me a royal robe. I need a place to hide something.”

Her sergeant was rattling around in her chest and she wondered what he was doing. She could tell he was okay for the moment. She also wondered if he realized what was happening to him. That made her worry, and she bent back to the mirror and pulled the feather under her eye.

Pran helped her with the heavy robe, and she pulled a stitch loose and slid the lightstick into place. Stepping back from the mirror, she turned right and left making sure the robe billowed correctly and inspecting her work.

Satisfied, she announced, “You too, Pran. I may need a witness.”

Pran’s face clouded, she curtsied, something she never did, and said somberly, “Yes, Princess.”

Peenzan was sad, but not overly so. I still have a chance to save him. I only hope I can say I’m sorry first.

* * * *

Crenshaw limped around his apartment on UC-1 and wondered when the damn salve on his ass would start working. It still burned like hell, and his cock and balls still throbbed.