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“Tell me you want me.” Fisting his hand into her hair, he rocked his shaft against her.

“I want you. Only you.” Her lids were heavy as though drugged with lust.

Though it pained him, he set her down and backed away. “Take the dress off before I tear it from your body.”

She wobbled slightly but her hand went to the side closures. He watched eagerly as she unfastened the pin holding the shimmering fabric in place over her decadent curves. She held it apart, baring herself to his greedy gaze.

Before he knew it, he fell to his knees, nuzzling the plump breasts, the curved waist he'd fantasized about. The honey-colored thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs glistened. He scented her need, her desire. It was sharp, a flame licking through her bloodstream, but he wanted it to burn like a wildfire, raging out of control until she was desperate for him.

Holding her gaze, he licked over the tip of one breast. Her back arched as she shoved more of the ripe flesh to him, as though eager for him to consume her. Swirling his tongue around the beaded peak, he explored the dip of her waist with his fingers, lightly teasing and caressing all the wonders she'd displayed.

“My shield,” she whispered as he switched to the other breast. “I need to activate it.”

Plumping the wet breast with one hand, he used his teeth to scrape lightly across the other, tormenting the pretty bit of flesh to a point. “Do you?”

“Yes.” Panic flared in her eyes at his suggestion. Clamping his hands down on her hips, he kept her from bolting.

“I vow I harbor no disease. I wouldn't risk you if I did.”

Shaking her head she tried to pull away again. “I could still get pregnant.” Her words were laced with terror.

He wanted to pleasure her. To cement their new understanding. The need to mark her with his essence clawed at him, but he wouldn't get anywhere with her so apprehensive. Slowly, as though gentling an easily startled creature, he traced her woman's seam back to her puckered opening. “Not if I take you here.”

If anything she appeared even more distressed as he massaged the tight ring of muscles with the pad of his finger. “I don't . . . that is, I'm not really sure . . .” She closed her eyes, swallowed, then tried again. “I don't like that, okay?”

The way her hips rocked back into his touch told him otherwise. “I know how to make it good for you. I've had plenty of practice.”

She scowled. “That's not exactly reassuring.”

His lips twitched as he caught wind of her jealousy. It thrilled him that she could feel possessive over him. To ease her unnecessary apprehension, he elaborated, “On myself.”

Alison blinked, then blinked again. He watched every flicker of her face as she wrestled with his words, groped for comprehension before reaching the correct—and by all appearances, shocking—conclusion.

He couldn't resist teasing her mind the same way he did her flesh. “With my ability, do you really think there's anything I haven't tried?”

For a moment he thought he had gone too far, that she would order him away from her body once and for all. Then a wave of lust washed over her features and she bent down to whisper two words that were his undoing.

“Show me.”

T
he look on Del's face was priceless. Stunned definitely, but she also picked up on traces of excitement around the corners of his mouth. He wanted to show off for her, share his intimate secrets almost as badly as she wanted to see them.

Better he demonstrate his skills on himself than on her. She was still floored he wanted to fuck her without her shield. On Earth, there was an amendment to the Constitution, that only legally bound couples who had a permit to spawn could engage in unshielded intercourse. Sure, people still did it, but Alison had never even been tempted, even by her few private lovers who insisted sex was better sans shield.

Fenton wasn't human, though, and he didn't have a shield. As an alien whore, her patrons were usually just relieved that her cool equipment package left her disease- and pregnancy-free so they could have their fun and be off without consequence.

Was that why Fenton so badly wanted to come inside her unshielded body? Did he think he needed to set himself apart from the other alien men she'd been with?

Whatever his motivation, she'd found a simpler solution. Moving away from his touch, she sauntered to the bed, shucked her dress, and crawled onto the mattress. With the autopilot engaged, there was no way to tell that their luxurious cabin was moving on its own. “How far will the ship take us?”

“Not far. It's a short-range cruise ship leased from the parent vessel. A day or two and we'll have to disembark before the homing beacon is activated.” He rose from his crouched position and turned to face her, his skin flushed. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

She smiled the triumphant grin of a woman who knew when she'd won. “Better your ass than mine.”

He didn't smile back but lowered his eyelids. For a moment she thought he was having second thoughts, but the air shimmered next to him as he replicated himself.

Alison rose up as the two men—who were really one man—began to strip. Her curiosity could no longer be contained. “Which is the real you?”

“Both,” they replied in unison. “I feel everything, just as your left hand and right hand can act independently of one another, so can my two forms.”

Both of whom revealed delectable eyefuls of hard male flesh. Alison licked her lips as more and more tanned skin was made bare.

There was no slow seduction here, just pure intent. Fenton was a man on a mission, both of his hard cocks ready for action. Her sex creamed just imagining the show in store.

Two sets of celestial blue eyes fell on her. “You're going to help.”

“How?” She'd been intent on watching, observing the proceedings like her own private erotic peep show. But Fenton had other plans. Sprawling on his back next to her, he pulled her over to his side. “Lie on top of me, like a blanket.”

She moved, activating her shield. His sigh filled her ears, but too bad. The kind of close contact he was looking for, her body flush with his, meant she needed to protect herself.

“One of these days, luscious, you will trust me.” The Fenton still standing stroked his fingers down her cheek, her shield snapping and sizzling away all traces of him.

“If it makes you feel any better, I've trusted you more than I've ever trusted anyone.” The words slipped out before she thought about them. It wasn't like her to make herself vulnerable in any way. She didn't know who she was anymore; her priorities were skewed, all jumbled up by her need to survive. Pretending she even distantly resembled the same woman who'd left Earth was ridiculous.

His thumb roved across her lip even as arms from the male body beneath her wrapped around her, guiding her into place. “Lie back.”

She would have thought it would be uncomfortable, that she would feel unbalanced. But Fenton's big body seemed carved like a sensual piece of furniture, contouring to her form precisely. Her head rested on his shoulder, his hands roved across the expanse of her torso. His cock had somehow managed to nestle itself between the cheeks of her ass. Her thighs were parted by his and when he drew his knees up to rest his heels on the end of the mattress, hers were parted wide, putting her sex on display for the man looming above them.

Exposed, she shifted restlessly and he groaned aloud. Big palms cupped her breasts even as they ran up her legs.

“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” It wasn't a question, not really. “To see you like this, spread out before me like a banquet, all sweet and hot and
mine
.” His head lowered between their spread legs.

His tongue made a zigzag motion across her parted folds, a light caress that made her ass cheeks clench. Beneath her he arched, pressing his cock against her more fully. Fingers tightened on her nipples, pinching and squeezing the taut buds, adding kindling to the fire raging out of control.

“You taste so good,” the one beneath her whispered in her ear even as his counterpart swept deeper into her folds. “I love the way your flesh yields to me, your sweet cream flooding my senses. I want to lose myself in your wet warmth.”

Turning her head, she took his mouth even as another set of his lips mated with another set of hers in a primal kiss. He invaded her every sense and she forgot the end goal, forgot everything but his overwhelming presence.

He worked her body hard, urging more and more wetness from her sex until it coated his face, her thighs, his balls drawn up tightly beneath her. Two fingers glided inside her grasping cunt just as he dragged his teeth over her clit. She broke the kiss, her body bowing up off the bed as release slammed into her with meteor-like impact. The cock between her buttocks twitched eagerly and a soft sizzle let her know precum had seeped from his shaft onto her shield. The thought alone made her come again, the next wave cresting before the first broke as she creamed over him, for him, on him.

“Beautiful,” Fenton whispered in her ear, his breath stirring her hair. “Time for the next stage?”

“Hmm?” Alison was a little dizzy, and very sticky. The question made no sense in her post-orgasmic blissed-out state.

Squeezing her tightly, Fenton rolled her off him and to the side. “That was for lubrication purposes, though I've never enjoyed the preparation quite so much.”

She blinked as he shifted his attention from her to himself. A blush crept up her face when she saw how wet she'd made him, but he didn't seem to mind.

Her breath hitched when the Fenton on the bed lowered his mouth to the other's cock and swallowed him whole. Her clit actually twitched as she watched him suck himself deeply.

The one on the receiving end of the blow job watched her, his whiskers glistening with her essence as his cock disappeared into his own mouth.

“How does that feel?” she whispered. “Do you feel both at once?”

“You mean, can I taste my cock even as I feel it being sucked?” He grinned at her, his hips lunged forward, fucking deeply into his own face. “Yeah. It's perfectly choreographed too, because I know instinctively what I need, can be as rough or as gentle as I want with a second's thought.”

“Have you ever come like that? In your own mouth?” She wondered how that worked, if they both came at the same time from one version sucking 2.0 off.

“Lots of times. But that's not what you wanted to see, was it?” Gripping his own hair, Fenton withdrew his now-glistening cock and ordered his other self to lie back.

Alison couldn't have torn her gaze away if her life depended on it as one Fenton lay flat on his back on the mattress, holding his legs behind the knee. The other bent low, following the trail of her lube with his tongue. He licked and sucked his balls into his mouth and up under the sack before continuing down to his perineum. From her angle, she could see every intimate detail of a man pleasuring himself. Even her most erotic training had never prepared her for this moment. Almost absently her hand slipped into her drenched pussy as she watched Fenton rim his own ass.

“Let me see you,” the version on his back murmured. She shifted so he had a view of her fingers massaging her greedy flesh.

“This turns you on?” he asked as he accepted a finger into his body.

“God, yes,” she groaned, stuffing her wet channel with her own digits. Feminine walls clamped down on the hardness, just as she imagined his channel squeezed the invading extremity.

She had more questions, so many more questions, but her gaze locked on his as they each pleasured themselves, him in preparation, her in response.

He took his time, stretching the opening, licking and wetting it for easier penetration. She pinched her clit, the bite of pain pushing her higher, but not quite over the edge. The scent of sex permeated the air as Fenton rose and dragged his wet shaft up the cleft of his ass, positioning himself at his own opening. Her lube trickled from her clenching core.

They gasped together as the thick head pressed against the puckered ring, pushing instantly until the aperture relented, expanding around the invading flesh. He pressed relentlessly onward, sweat beading his brow, teeth digging into his lower lip in both incarnations.

They paused, both gasping for breath, then turned to face her. “Alison.” Her name was like a benediction, or perhaps a summons because she moved closer to grip the unattended cock, needing to be part of this.

Alison didn't recognize herself anymore, but she still knew how to enjoy herself.

 

Fenton threw his head back and grit his teeth as her soft palm wrapped around his neglected shaft. The pressure in his ass, the feel of his own channel being stretched, his own cock being hugged so tightly and then her touch . . . it was too much.

The ridge of his staff pressed against his prostate and his balls ached with the need to come. The entire experience had been incredible, from having his staff nestled between her luscious cheeks, to seeing her pleasure herself, drugged with lust from watching him.

Color rode high in her cheeks as she stroked over his engorged rod. Her breasts swayed with her gentle rhythm. Fenton held perfectly still, feeling worshiped and fortunate to behold her.

“Does it hurt?” She paused, right when he was about to pass the point of no return. “Why did you stop?”

“Feels great.” He bucked a little, wedging his shaft in deeper at both junctures. “Keep going.”

“I didn't mean to interrupt.” She pulled her hand away.

Closing his hand over hers he kept her in place. “You didn't. You feel better.”

She raised an eyebrow. “A hand job feels better than sex?”

His eyes burned into hers. “I'd rather feel your touch than my own.”

Something flickered over her face, an emotion so poignant and beautiful it stole his breath. It was gone so fast he wondered if he'd imagined it. Lust for her muddied his thinking.

“Alison, make me come.”

“Together.” Her other hand slipped back between her legs and he was gone.

Thrusting hard and fast, his cock penetrated deep, scraping over the hot spot inside him. His channel squeezed his prick in thankful return, a maneuver he'd done more times than he could count. Combined with her soft palm engulfing him, still wet from her juices and his tonguing, squeezing tightly, and one look into those hazel eyes, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Sweat coated his body as he worked himself hard, slamming his hips home roughly, burying his dick as deep as possible. A little pain made the pleasure sharper, sweeter, but Alison's touch made him immune to any discomfort.

A final lunge sent him into orgasm. Semen jetted hotly from both shafts, sizzling where it made contact with her shield. Her cry of ecstasy added to his own as she came with him, for him.

He went limp on the mattress as his essence recombined and he was made whole again. She collapsed next to him, her skin flushed from excitement, body practically boneless. He dragged her on top of him, arranging her soft form to blanket his once more. They were both a mess and he'd never felt happier.

On the run for his life from an unstoppable assassin with an alien woman in his arms. Life was just funny sometimes.

 

The server twitched in final death spasms on the deck as the assassin took her previously occupied chair. He hadn't needed to kill her, but after being bested by a whore and her lover he wasn't in a forgiving mood.

Another person's finger would drum impatiently on the desk or shift while waiting for information on the shuttle suite's location. His prey was resourceful and his blood actually quickened as the thrill of the hunt sang in his veins, resounded in his mind. The fact that Alison's lover had a few tricks of his own had taken him by surprise once. The assassin couldn't wait for his next encounter with Del Fenton.

His mind skim of the soldier had been his downfall. He'd focused exclusively on the man's thoughts of Alison and hadn't come across the knowledge that Fenton could divide himself, manifest into two beings. Perhaps even more. His handheld computer was busy compiling information on the man, which he would peruse later, once his course had been set.

The tracker on their shuttle suite blinked steadily. It was a safety measure installed by the cruise line to ensure that any richer-than-fuck star troller who rented the thing, wouldn't get hopelessly lost, costing the cruise line both the price of the expensive suite and the bad press associated with such an incident.

The screen blinked several times in rapid succession. The shuttle was well away from the parent ship's current course, heading deeper into the Taylith Sector. Did Alison or her beau have a plan in mind? Dozens of worlds were populated in this system, possibly hundreds of moons. It wasn't exactly a tourist hot spot, though, and regardless of her personal changes, Alison would undoubtedly fall back into the same patterns as always. He simply had to wait for news of the whore with the health guard to reach him and he'd peg her location.