Fusion (Crimson Romance) (17 page)

“You’ll never know how much hearing those words means to me.” She took his hand in hers.

“So be it,” Aigean groused. “But I believe there’s an old Earth expression about having more than one way to skin a cat.
This
is mine.” With that said, she led them toward the ship’s theatre.

• • •

Together, they strode through the passageways where various customers mingled. Soldar’s gaze moved from one individual they passed to another, always watching and waiting for any sign of aggression. He noted how Lyra kept her gaze straight ahead.

“Relax, girl,” Aigean softly comforted, “you’re with your man now. All you must do is please him in front of an audience then go back to your quarters. You won’t be able to see those who watch you. The lights will be too bright.”

Lyra said nothing but gripped his hand more tightly. He reckoned the truth was just hitting home. There was a huge difference in having suggested this farce and actually being inflicted with it.

He saw her chew on her lower lip and moved closer. Approaching sounds of revelry signaled a crowd.

They’d yet to see a Condorian except for the guards they’d initially encountered after leaving the oasis. These were the same men they’d play-acted for.

In every passageway and hatch, there were men and women sharing bodies. He recognized beings from virtually every known neutral world in the galaxy. There were also a few creatures present he hadn’t ever heard of.

As it was, this vessel seemed to be filled with sex servants who were in the group having had enough of Condorian rule. As Soldar walked by them, there seemed to be a telltale spark of rage in their eyes. They’d glance at him as if they knew exactly what he was up to. But they kept working, as if nothing was amiss.

Tall red men openly felt-up green women. Those with multiple appendages were making good use of them by embracing and fondling each other. But even their various sexual behaviors and states of dress — or
un
dress — hadn’t diverted him from the task ahead.

Though he detected covert nods in appreciation of his presence, he tried to appear blasé. But he wasn’t sure the ruse would ultimately work the first time he contacted the occupying admiral. Despite claims of wanting to outwit the enemy and wanting to engage this mission to make that attempt, it’d take everything he had to keep from strangling the bastard.

Finally, their walk ended. Aigean stopped in front of a hatch that was larger than any they’d passed. She lowered her voice and instructed them for what was likely the last time.

“This entrance leads directly to the stage. You’ve both been told what’s expected. When you’re finished, I’ll meet you back here or most certainly in your quarters.” She raised her hands with her palms facing them. “May the Creator of all things be with you.”

Feeling the woman beside him shudder, Soldar turned to her. “It’s only me and you out there. No one else. Just as Aigean said. Think of only
me
, Lyra.”

When he cupped her cheeks with both hands, she simply nodded and watched as he pressed the hatch button to open it.

Before them, bright lights almost blinded their entrance onto a white stage. The place they entered was surprisingly clean. As Soldar’s vision adjusted, he saw several of Aigean’s employees beckon them forward and onto the dais that would serve as their
performance
area.

One of the assistants took his hand. Apparently he was to stand between two columns, as indicated by his assistant’s quick gestures. The pillars reminded him of supports decorating great halls of learning back on Craetoria. Why such a trivial thing would enter his mind at a time like this, he couldn’t fathom.

The women helped him out of his black pants and boots. He now understood these had only been donned to get them to the stage without sexual offers slowing their progress. He also reasoned that if they were the main entertainment, they would hardly appear as professionals by walking nude through the passageways, freely displaying that which others paid to watch.

His body reveled at the thought of seeing Lyra nude again. There was no denying what she could do to him. But the sensation wasn’t enough to forego his sense of duty. As for Lyra, when he glanced at her now he saw a woman almost paralyzed by fear.

Where charging through a barren wasteland and fighting had been no issue, what she faced now seemed to unravel her nerve at its deepest source. Before he’d speak to her again, he’d wait for Aigean’s women to complete their work. It was up to them to actually pull her clothing from her body. She simply wasn’t responding to their hurried encouragement.

Aigean’s instructions stated: if
they got through this performance without any problems, their garments would be waiting for them in the passageway. The only clothing Lyra
wouldn’t
discard was the sparkling, silver chain around her waist. As she moved, the dangling end bearing the blue stone swung from side to side, striking her left hip.

Soldar stood there, silently gazing at her luscious body. And then his gaze rose to catch the utter terror in her eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that she’d give her left arm for a laser pistol and a chance for a fair fight — a procedure with which she was
infinitely
more familiar.

As Aigean’s assistants loosely tied his wrists to the columns, he vaguely noticed a round, white-covered bed being mechanically hoisted onto the dais. As with everything in this make-believe fantasy, the décor was startlingly bright. He assumed this was to make their bodies more visible.

As he’d been told, once the thick white curtains surrounding them were raised, their voyeurs would surround them from all sides, hence the circular shape of the stage. But that bed was where they were eventually supposed to end up. Their rendezvous there was to occur after Lyra had her way with him.

In another time and place, or in another reality where no war existed, the scenario would have exited him no end. But Lyra’s fear drove such protective instincts into his core that all he cared about was calming her. Only years of training and fighting held her together. She was faced with performing a very intimate act in front of enemies who’d shadow her every movement. They’d want her and would ultimately stalk her. They both knew it.

“Lyra … look at me,” Soldar commanded softly.

She did so automatically. Apparently his command sunk in where nothing else might have.

“Remember what I told you,” he whispered. “It’s just us. No one else exists. No one.” He kept repeating this mantra over and over.

Finally, she lifted her chin and moved toward him. In that small act, Soldar knew he’d seen something very rare.

In her almost paralyzing fear, the woman showed fortitude no general on any battlefield had ever displayed in his presence. When she stood only a few inches in front of him, the curtains slowly lifted. Aigean’s employees hadn’t given her time to cut and run. But then, she wouldn’t have taken that course. He witnessed a determination in her gaze, however fearful it might be. And this completely overwhelmed him. The woman had pushed her alarm deep down, into some dark place. She suddenly became the dauntless warrior-goddess he’d seen in that canyon. He kept whispering to her, sure that no one in the audience could hear him above the applause and banging of hands and mugs on tabletops.

Some part of his brain recognized the introduction of sultry music.

“I’m right here, baby, right here,” he crooned. “What do you want from me? I’m here for you to take. It’s all yours. Whatever you want.”

• • •

She felt his warm breath on her cheek, heard the soft words, and knew them for the comfort they were meant to be. But a very unusual dose of courage suddenly rose, brought on by his soothing verses.

She placed the palms of her hands against his chest and moved them over his nipples.

“That’s it. Just do it. Just have me. Think of how good we were. Remember that? Remember how it felt together?” he murmured.

Lyra didn’t respond. She just kept listening and actually felt her hips begin to sway to the slow, sexy music. His fresh, clean scent surrounded her. It was like a protective blanket, enfolding her within some barrier no one else could penetrate. And, as she actually brushed the tops of her thighs against his, Sol’s eyes began to glow. In their heated depths she found motivation and more. She found her passion.

She witnessed his response to her slight but suggestive movements. That body-graze, while it was whisper soft, did more to engorge him than any caress from her hands. Though his wrists were only loosely tied to the columns and he could have shaken off the bindings at any time, he gripped and pulled against the restraints as though they were the strongest chains. It was as if he’d been bound for only one reason — to please the mistress she was meant to portray.

“You have me right where you want me, Lyra. And I need you. Feel how much I need you?”

She did. His swelling penis rose between their bodies and brushed the skin between her thighs as it did. Despite where they were and the hushed silence that overcame the crowd, her body responded to his. Suddenly, there
was
no audience. There was nothing but the man, the moment, and her. She glanced down and saw his testicles begin to glow. Though it might have been a trick of the light, there seemed to be a droplet of lubrication dripping on the tip of his penis. She gazed up at him and licked her lips.

“Take over … love. I’m yours. Do with me what you like,” he continued to whisper.

Lyra teased his nipples again. Then she twisted them, which brought forth a low moan from deep within her huge, god-like partner’s throat.

She daren’t speak. There were no words but his. What he uttered energized and charged her to do more. Because of his soft entreaties, her fear all but fled. If she died now, she’d go having him. There were thousands of worse ways to perish. His was a physique women fought to own.

And there he was, all hers to enjoy. What harm would there be in taking this, perhaps her last night of life, to extremes.

Soldar rotated his hips forward when she ran her fingertips down the outside of his ribcage to his lower hips. Then, she dragged her fingertips toward his abdomen and firmly grasped the fully engorged cock before her. Without thinking of any consequence her actions might have on the audience, she knelt before him suddenly and took his cock in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. A loud moan of sheer, animal-like pleasure tore from his lungs. The sound of it echoed throughout the room. Then she simultaneously began to pull his balls straight down, stretching them to the max as she did so. He spread his thighs in response.

“Suck my balls,” he begged.

She accommodated him while continuing to stroke his penis with her fingertips, lightly and gently. They flew over the organ as if they were butterflies searching for much needed nectar. The bondage illusion was something she’d never tried and wished now she had. But then the man she was with made all the difference when it came to doing something so out of her comfort zone.

• • •

Minutes passed as he enjoyed the most luxurious sucking, kneading, and massaging of his entire life. Lyra must have sensed his approaching orgasm because she suddenly stood, using his body as a ladder to pull herself upward. His
pretend
lover had to stand on her toes to kiss him, but she did so with all the intensity of a sun going nova. Her tongue entwined with is in a heated duel of passionate thrusting. And then she broke the contact to jump up and wrap her arms around his shoulders. From there, his passionate war-woman untied one hand and then the other by using the loose and dangling ends of his wrist restraints.

He wasted no time putting his hand underneath her tight, perfect butt. He immediately hoisted her up and then drove her back down onto his cock. Her moan of utter satisfaction was rendered softly, for his ears only. Lyra actually bit into his shoulder to keep from making any further noise or shouting out as she might have done if no one had been present.

She clung tightly to him as he walked with her to the bed. Once there, he laid her back onto the soft, white silken material and proceeded to plunge deeply into her tight little pussy over and over. He was in ecstasy once more, savoring the heat of her body against his penis, flange, and testicles.

“No one touches you but me, Lyra. No one!” he softly promised as he thrust even harder and alternately tasted her sweet, erect nipples.

“Deeper … go deeper!” she pleaded as she spread her legs wide and felt his hands move to the inside of her knees to help her. And to take him more fully, she rolled slightly backward. The action placed her more on her shoulders than her back.

Soldar was now plunging into her from an almost vertical position while holding her legs at the ankles and in a very wide position.

“Mine,” he growled and continued to test the limits of her heated depths. “You’re mine, Lyra!”

He saw her grab the luxuriously soft cloth on either side of her. She closed her eyes and her head lolled from side to side. His flange pulled and played with her clit so there was no escaping the small, caressing attack.

Just three more deeply powered thrusts, and his flange allowed him to feel a massive orgasm beginning at the very back of her vaginal wall. It worked its way forward, into her clit. Only then did she cry out loudly in release.

But he kept going. Her cries drew from him an amazingly full orgasm of such intensity that he almost lost his vision. Only rarely had he heard of Craetorian men experiencing such a momentary loss. It could only occur if their mate’s orgasm was very intense. His own experience was raw, pure, strong, and ongoing. His climax dragged seed from him for a full minute and then some seconds longer. He finally collapsed over her, panting and pulling her into his embrace at the same time. It was some moments more before he realized the curtains were closing around them to thundering applause.

He could feel Lyra shaking and clinging to him. Her fingertips were still clawing at his back, an automatic response to their lovemaking. After a few minutes, he separated his body from hers by only a few inches. Then he gazed down at her face. The expression in those glittering blue-green eyes was glorious. In their depths he saw a promise of the future that could be theirs if they could survive. His fingers went to her soft hair and involuntarily pushed the bangs off her forehead. “It’s over, baby. Night one is all over.”