Unleashed Menage Cynthia Sax Prison escapee Traz captures Falyn, the most foolishly trusting and overtly sexual female he has ever met. The exotic future-bender isn’t destined for him. She’s to take his beloved sister’s place, becoming a merciless assassin’s sexual slave. Traz restrains Falyn, binding her wrists to the merc ship’s walls. When she convinces him to strip her and take his pleasure from her willing body, Traz indulges again and again, fervently trying to sate himself before they reach the rendezvous point. Falyn escaped her luxurious prison with her companion android, only to be taken prisoner by Traz, the man she is destined to love. The scarred criminal gives her the pain she needs and the passion she desires, using her android to make all but one of her secret dreams come true—the dream of being loved forever.
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Chapter One “Hey, buddy, you want a hit?” An androgynous creature grabbed Traz’s jacket sleeve as he passed. “Eight credits for the best high this side of Karenne 10.” In his second right hand, he held a filth-encrusted Mox-X inhaler. Traz lifted his head and met the drug addict’s bright-yellow gaze. “The last man who touched me died.” He looked pointedly down at his arm. A fine layer of red dust covered the recently cleaned black leather. “S-s-sorry, man.” The user released Traz, stumbled backward into a pile of garbage, pivoted on his scuffed heels and scurried away, sucked back into the Palavian slums from which he’d come. Scared off by a face only a sister could love. Traz tugged his hood lower over his face, shielding his mismatched eyes. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, rested his fingers on the triggers of his concealed guns and continued walking through the lawless city. Chaos reigned in Palavia, the planet located smack-ab in the middle of No Man’s Land, a contingent of sectors residing outside the control of both the Federation and Balazoid forces, far from the fighting between the two factions. Fires illuminated the crowded streets, the ash mixing with the dust and the smoke partially covering the smell of urine, sweat and debris. A woman shrieked curses in a language Traz didn’t know and men yelled, pushing each other and brandishing guns. Traz ignored the commotion, moving purposefully toward the rendezvous point. A small shadow followed him, too obvious to be a Federation merc seeking to return Traz to the prison hellholes of Gehenna 5, too discreet to be a curious pedestrian. Since arriving at the docking bay, Traz had been watched. That had to be Horst’s doing, his friend and fellow prison escapee as wary of strangers as he was. Traz navigated faster through the crowd, eager to get the information he needed and leave. 4
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“Are you interested in a good time, tall, dark and sexy?” a prostitute called to him, the girl younger than his sister Sabria had been when she became Traz’s responsibility. The baby-faced waif shivered in the cool night air, her skirt barely covering her nonexistent ass. “He’s a man, honey.” Her competition, a decade older and a century harder, stepped out of the alley. “He needs a woman, not a girl.” She flashed Traz her three breasts, her blood-red painted lips gleaming predatorily in the flickering light. The other working ladies cackled and nudged one other, bringing Traz more unwanted attention from passersby. Their handlers, sleezeballs of every species, leaned against their over-accessorized vehicles and watched their investments, their colorful faces lined with a harshness Traz had often seen in his own reflection. Fuck. I hate this planet. Traz scowled, longing for the peace and cleanliness of his ship. I’d come here to help Sabria and no one else. He increased his speed, his sense of urgency escalating. Every minute Traz spent on Palavia translated to one more minute Sabria was forced to sexually please her Balazoid captor. His baby sister was held as a prisoner of war at some unknown location, a location he’d asked Horst to pinpoint. It’s my fault she was captured. Traz hunched his shoulders as he entered the food and beverage precinct. I shouldn’t have parked her on Symrah III, not while the Federation was at war. I shouldn’t have left her alone and unprotected. The crowd slowed to a frustrating standstill, visitors and locals lurking around the replenishment stations. Streetside chefs hawked their wares, fighting to outsell their competition, and the smells of charred meat and spices tickled Traz’s nostrils. “To the Federation.” A teetering man, dressed in a blue Federation fighter pilot uniform, raised two tankards above his head. Ale spilled over the brims. “Fuck the Federation,” a man yelled back and the crowd cheered, the Federation hated by most residents of No Man’s Land.
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While the two males confronted each other, bellowing and blustering as though they were primitive beasts, a pint-sized form streaked in front of Traz. The little thief bumped into the intoxicated fighter pilot and deftly lifted his communicator. Too slow. Traz had been quicker as a child, when he’d resorted to petty thievery to feed Sabria. Now he’d use those same skills to free her. Traz turned right at the second noodle vendor, ducked into the adjacent beverage station and headed to the back room, his small shadow remaining outside. The tall, bald and tattooed attendant nodded Traz through, not that he could stop him, the hourly employee being no match for a seasoned killer. Traz located Horst in the deliberately dimly lit room immediately, smelling the prison escapee before he saw him, the Ungarian’s aroma pungent. Traz slowly circled the room’s perimeter, searching for threats in every dark alcove. He found none, the space empty, and he returned to Horst’s table, looming over the seated criminal. “Even if I lost my mind and decided to sell your paranoid ass out, the Federation isn’t buying, friend,” Horst quipped. “They’re in the middle of a war with the Balazoids, if you haven’t noticed.” “I noticed,” Traz rumbled as he filled the vacant seat, the chair squeaking under his weight. “And you’ve got balls, calling me paranoid. You had me followed.” “That’s my stepson. He was curious to see the male who broke me out of Gehenna 5.” The blue wolfman stiffened, his hairy shoulders straightening. “You didn’t harm him, did you?” “No, I didn’t touch him.” Stepson. Horst has a family. When did that happen? Traz shifted in his seat, envy mixing with his disbelief. “Do you have the information?” “I have the information.” Horst tapped a tablet. “But I shouldn’t give it to you.” “You owe me.” Traz narrowed his eyes, his temper frayed. “If it weren’t for me, you’d still be rotting in that hellhole.”
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“That’s why I shouldn’t help you.” His friend slid the device across the metal table. “Because messing with this mixed-species asshole will get you killed.” “I’ve messed with worse.” Traz scanned the intelligence, recording the details with the blink of his artificial eye. Fuck. He’s an assassin. “No, you haven’t.” Horst scratched the wide band of scars circling his neck, souvenirs from their time in prison. “He is half-Balazoid, half-who-the-Grrap-knows, all bad news. The killer they named Dreck annihilated an entire Federation base by himself. Stay away from him, friend.” “Can’t.” Dreck flies a single-manned fighter ship. Traz noted the last seen coordinates. Not too deep in Balazoid territory. “He took my sister as his breeder.” “Grrap!” The scratching stopped. “How’d you allow that to happen? You normally have her locked down tighter than a Gehenna 5 docking bay.” “My last job was dangerous, lucrative but highly risky.” Traz tapped his guns, the organ reaper he’d apprehended not surrendering without a bloody fight. “I parked Sabria on Symrah III.” “Symrah III.” Horst tilted his hairy head. “That should have been safe. Federationcontrolled—” “Symrah III was Federation-controlled.” Traz winced, pained by his mistake. “The Balazoids invaded the planet before I could return.” He returned to the information on the tablet, rolling the screen. Dreck flies a customized single-manned fighter ship. Fuck. That will be tougher. “Sabria managed to get a message to me. I couldn’t hear all of it, but she did name her captor.” “Dreck,” Horst guessed. “Grrap, it would be him. Traz, I know how you feel about your sister.” He leaned forward. “But this…this is impossible. He’s the biggest, baddest Balazoid there is.” “Impossible is how you described escaping Gehenna 5 and look how that worked out.” Traz shrugged, having no choice. Sabria was his responsibility, his sister, the only person he’d ever loved. 7
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“You lost an eye during that escape,” the former military man drawled. “I got it replaced.” Traz examined the fighter ship’s proposed routes. Every route heads away from the Balazoid’s home planet. Why? “Word is regular sexual release keeps those Balazoid bastards sane.” Horst relayed rumors Traz had already heard. “He won’t give his breeder up without a fight.” “Unless he has another breeder,” Traz murmured. “And the other information?” “The other information is in the tablet’s second sleeve. That plan is as impossible.” Horst snorted. “Future-benders are top security level, all but one held in guarded complexes. Which makes sense. Their predictions of mates and destined loves give the Federation control over their top men. The Federation would be stupid not to secure them.” Control the mates, control the men. “And the future-bender who isn’t held in a guarded complex?” Traz’s heart stuttered as the woman’s image loaded. She had the face of an angel, her long white-blonde hair framing pale skin and large, trusting violet eyes. Beautiful didn’t describe her. She was ethereal, delicate and sublime, an otherworldly creature existing in a dimension filled with faith and goodness, a dimension he had no knowledge of. She’s a trade-credit, inmate. Traz hardened his already hard soul, squashing guilt that had no place in the real world he lived in. She’s a product to be exchanged for my sister and nothing more. “They keep her on a station hidden in an uninhabited sector,” Horst shared. “Supposedly she can’t work on the ground.” The wolfman flipped his hairy hand over, his palm facing up. “I know what you’re planning, friend. It’s not going to work.” “You don’t think Dreck will trade my sister for a future-bender?” Traz raised his scarred eyebrow, his gaze remaining on the future-bender’s image. “Future-benders are rare.” “You and I and the entire Federation army know they’re rare,” Horst remarked dryly. “Dreck isn’t dumb. He’ll make the trade, I don’t doubt that.” 8
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“You doubt my ability to secure the future-bender. Horst, Horst, Horst.” Traz clucked his tongue. “How many times do I have to prove myself?” He shook his head and reluctantly moved to the other information contained in the tablet. “Is this delivery data current?” “What do you think?” Horst rolled his brown-and-yellow eyes. “Those clearances will get you docked, but you have to make it to the inner chambers on your own. Only six people in the entire Federation have access, that section is fully automated. They don’t allow anyone within half a station of her.” “I won’t be asking permission.” Traz reviewed the requirements. Retinal scans. Doable. Passing the surveillance of the multiple doors. More tricky. “I’m about to prove you wrong yet again, my doubting friend.” As Traz returned to the woman’s image, he experienced the peculiar tightness in his chest once more. “I’m taking her.” “If you do that, I won’t doubt you ever again.” Horst lowered his burly brows, the thick ridge of hair shielding his eyes. “No one has taken a future-bender alive before.” “That’s why she’s the bargaining chip I want. Dreck won’t be able to resist her.” He slid the tablet back to Horst and stood. “I have to go, the sooner I do this, the sooner my sister is freed of that Balazoid bastard.” Traz patted the big man’s hairy shoulder. “I’ll buy you a drink next time.” “If you survive to see a next time,” Horst grunted.
***** He’ll find me here. Falyn stared up at the white ceiling, a brown square of fabric clutched in her hands. He will. The Federation scientists had originally wanted her to work in a heavily guarded future-bender complex on-world. They’d utilized techniques ranging from luxurious fruit baths to painful electrical shocks to force her to comply. Knowing it’d be impossible for her destined mate to free her from that complex, Falyn had resisted the
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Federation’s efforts and had refused to work. Eventually, the Federation gave up and they had moved her to her present station, a station orbiting nowhere. Falyn laid the fabric over her face and breathed in, smelling engine lubricant and stale perspiration mixed with a hint of musk. She closed her eyes. Darkness. Nothing. There was no image of the mate this Federation mechanic was destined to love for a lifetime. “Failure,” the automated voice chirped. “Fuck.” Falyn tossed the cloth across the chamber, disgusted with herself for the three failures in a row. John caught the square in one hand. “You have two more assignments to complete.” There was no sympathy on his scarred face. “Complete this cycle and you won’t have to report in until the next cycle.” Buying us more time. “Fine.” Falyn settled back on the support. “Verify connection.” She touched the sensors attached to her forehead, the machine reading her brainwaves, recording any predictive images she saw. “Connection verified,” the female voice confirmed, her robotic tone carefully calibrated by her Federation handlers to increase productivity. Once, she’d had a human assistant, a nurturing female she’d called Mom. When Falyn reached maturity, Mom had been dismissed, her presence deemed a distraction. Also eliminated were windows and communicators and any other unnecessary contact with the outside. She was a prisoner, caged in a world of monotony, trapped due to the powers she’d been born with. Her only company was machines and John, the companion android the Federation had begrudgingly given her to burn off her distracting sexual needs. Soon, I’ll be free. He’ll come for me. Falyn forced herself to relax. John passed her another square and Falyn plopped the red fabric on her face, discouraged by her failures and expecting nothing from this new assignment.
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A woman looked up, her singular blue eye sparkling, and she smiled, displaying a cute gap between her front teeth. Freckles dotted her skin, visual proof that, unlike Falyn, she’d recently seen the sun. Her nails were neatly trimmed and short and her smock was splattered with bright colors. A caregiver…children. The mystery female’s happiness layered over her, the emotion as alien as she was. “Identification successful.” “Lucky her.” Falyn sat up and lobbed the cloth to John. He was dressed in the black leather he also wore, the man she’d seen for herself, the rescuer she impatiently waited for. “Status?” “You’ll know when he arrives.” John pressed his lips together, expressing his displeasure, her android programmed to not appreciate her questions, his intolerance preparing Falyn for her future life with him. While Falyn had merely guessed at her destined love’s personality based on the snippets of him she’d seen, she knew John’s appearance was identical. His black hair was cut ruthlessly short. A deep scar sliced his left eyebrow in half and continued down his tanned cheek, his missing brown eye replaced with a technologically enhanced orb. More scars circled his neck, remnants of a prison stay. His shoulders were broad, his waist narrow and his big body rippled with muscle. “One more assignment,” John ordered. “One more.” I have to be strong to earn his love. Falyn fell back on the support, every cell in her exhausted body screaming a protest. “Verify connection.” “Connection verified.” The decadent fabric smelled of expensive cologne. A bureaucrat. Falyn’s top lip curled with distaste. One of the villains who locked me up. A male immediately dominated her thoughts. He was small and refined with a cold false smile plastered on his aristocratic face. His icy eyes narrowed. He sniffed with disdain and turned away, showing her his slender shoulder.
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“Identification successful.” “Unlucky him.” Falyn ripped the connectors from her forehead, wincing at the sting. “I never promise the love will be returned.” The machinery retracted into the wall. “The Federation makes them believe the love will be returned.” John towered over her. “Get up.” He grasped her hand, his palm solid and rough, and he pulled her upright, the tiled floor cool against her bare feet. “Yes, and they tell me I’m a guest.” She rolled her shoulders back and her joints popped, her muscles sore from hours spent working. “The Federation lies. Guest implies I’m free to leave.” John directed her into their sparsely decorated sleeping chamber, the Federation deeming that personal effects interfered with her productivity. “We will leave.” He yanked at the flimsy straps of her gown and the fabric fluttered to the tile, revealing her body, naked other than the collar around her neck. Her nipples tightened, stimulated by the cold air and his rough treatment. “On the bed. Assume the position.” Punishment. A frisson of trepidation crept up Falyn’s spine. She climbed onto the bed and knelt, lowering her torso, stretching her arms on the bed and tucking her legs under her ass. “What did I do wrong?” “You complained and you questioned.” John pushed her hair over her shoulders and placed a metallic tab on the back of her neck below her collar. “Does he look like a man who tolerates either?” “No.” She closed her eyes, both dreading and welcoming the pain, the training necessary to prepare her for their escape. “I deserve level five, twenty counts.” “Count.” An electric pulse zinged through her body, emulating the pain Falyn felt every time she dared to leave her quarters, and she spasmed with agony. “One,” she cried out. A second pulse followed. “Two.” She curled her fingers into fists. I can do this. “Three.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. 12
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“No emotion,” John reminded her. “Visualize where you are.” “Four.” As she counted, she drew upon her reservoir of stolen images. Level five. On his ship, in deep space. Her destined love stood in front of a viewscreen, his back to her, his hands gripped behind him. “Eight.” Waves of suffering rolled over Falyn. Visualize. The man’s shoulders were thrust back defiantly, his spine was straight and proud. “Eleven.” She forced the pain back, cutting its access to her mind, and she focused on the details. Silver scars decorated his knuckles. His fingernails were short and square, a trace of black powder on his fingertips. “Sixteen.” Stars blurred around his head, illuminating his short, dark hair. Slashes of bare scalp highlighted locations of past wounds. My pain is nothing compared to what he has gone through. “Twenty.” The electric jolts stopped and Falyn blinked, returning to the present. “Tolerance training successful.” John removed the torture tab, the device simulating the shocks her collar would give her when she left their chambers, when she tried to escape, when he came for her. Soon. “Level five will allow you to board his ship.” He rubbed her back, his large hand warm and comforting. “I can do this, John.” Falyn turned her face toward him. During her punishment, he’d undressed, exposing tanned skin, defined muscle and a cock hard and ready to be used. She smiled, her body humming with arousal. “With your help.” “I’ll block the tracking signal.” John cupped her ass and squeezed, his grip stimulatingly strong. “You block the pain.” He moved behind her, artificial heat radiating from his manufactured physique. “Time for your reward.” Falyn raised her ass and spread her legs, giving her android access to all of her. She waited for him to touch her, her anticipation and need building with each beat of her heart.
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John pressed one index finger against her spine and she twitched, the contact felt to the soles of her feet. He dragged that callused finger down her vertebrae, sliding between her ass cheeks. She sucked in her breath as he paused at her puckered hole. He circled her once, slowly, teasingly, drawing more moisture from her gushing pussy. Falyn buried her face in the thin bed covering. The white fabric stifled her moans as John skimmed his finger over her folds, dipped into her entrance and spread her heat over her clit, rubbing his fingertip into that bundle of nerves. Every brush sent sparks along her thighs, igniting flames of desire, and she writhed, wiggling her hips and grazing her nipples against the soft cover. “Be still.” John smacked her ass with one big hand while continuing to torment her clit with the other. Falyn struggled to obey his command, the strain elevating her passion into the stratosphere. “That’s my strong woman.” John extended one of the compliments she’d programmed him to say. Falyn beamed, his rare words of approval worth all of her sexual frustration. That frustration built as John pumped her pussy with one finger, then two fingers and finally three, stretching her, skin pulling tightly around him, the pinch adding to the vortex of sensations swirling within her. “Tell me what you need, Falyn,” her android ordered. He leaned over her body, his form large and intimidating. Skin brushed against skin and she quivered. “Your cock in my pussy.” Expressing her need released some of the pressure, slowing the upward spiral of passion. “You won’t come until I give you permission,” John instructed needlessly, that rule established years ago. He prodded her pussy with his broad cock head, testing, teasing, tormenting, and Falyn’s body responded, a tremor shaking her, the bliss precursor to delights to come. “Moan for me, Falyn.” John pushed into her, his shaft thick. She opened her mouth and an animalistic noise clawed up her throat, her pitch rising as he filled her pussy. 14
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John pulled out to his tip, the resulting emptiness a sharp and arousing contrast to the previous fullness. She clenched and unclenched around him, striving to suck him back in, but her android wouldn’t be rushed. He folded his fingers over her hips and pulled her toward him, impaling her on his hard cock. She shuddered and twisted the bed covering in her hand as John rode her hard, his energy and willpower limitless. He didn’t make a noise, his breathing level, his body relaxed, his emotional coolness presenting a challenge she could never conquer. I’ll lose control alone…as always. Falyn panted, smacking her ass against her android’s hard form, the impact warming her skin. Weak. Tremors rocked her. I’m weak, unworthy. “Come for me.” John issued the command Falyn waited for and she abandoned all pretence of strength, releasing her restraint. She screamed her failure into the otherwise silent room, desire ripping her to pieces. She bucked against John’s motionless body and she twisted, struggling to break free of his static grip, alone in her frenzy, solitary in her fulfillment. Lights flashed and images from past assignments flickered through her mind, a rapid fire collage of other males’ more worthy mates, taunting her with their strength and their beauty. I’m not yet good enough. Falyn collapsed face-first onto the bed. I must earn my freedom. She closed her eyes, overcome with exhaustion. I must earn his love. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, John’s cock remaining lodged deep inside her.
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Chapter Two Traz steadied his United Star System registered ship, the USS Freedom, as he approached the station. Get in. Grab the future-bender. Get out. He pressed his lips together, pushing misgivings about his plan from his mind. She’s a trade-credit, that’s it. “Confirm docking code,” the station’s automated receiver requested through a private communication channel, the information sourced from Horst. “Alpha-four-nine-beta-two,” Traz recited as he tapped on his personal viewscreen, decreasing his ship’s velocity. “Docking code verified.” The bays opened, the bright lights blinding in the darkness of space. Tracking beams locked onto The Freedom and pulled his one-man vessel in. Traz released the controls and leaned back in his well-worn chair. “So far, so good.” He glanced down at the portable tablet resting in his lap, the tablet he, for some unknown reason, had carried with him constantly over the past three days. The futurebender’s beautiful face dominated the screen, her eyes large and trusting, as though he could tell her anything and she’d believe him. He closed his fingers into a fist, a fist he’d killed people with. She probably doesn’t even know people such as I exist, that death exists. Not with those eyes. Fuck, even her name conveys innocence. “Falyn,” he uttered her name out loud, relishing the way it rolled off his tongue, the syllables musical and light, as pure as she was. Who cares how pure she is? He smacked the tablet down on the personal viewscreen, aggravated with his irrational musings. She’s an object to be traded, the key to your sister’s freedom.
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Traz lifted his cap and raked his fingers over his scalp. “Replay Sabria’s last transmission.” The sound crackled and popped. ‘Traz…Traz…” Desperation edged his sister’s voice. “…coming for me…Balazoid…call Dreck.” The words faded in and out. “Shit. Traz, please…” He strained to hear the missing words. No matter how high he turned the volume, he couldn’t, the rumble of a ship’s engines drowning out her request. “If you can’t…understand…love…” Love. Traz stood, his boots ringing on the metallic floor of the bridge, determined to save the only person he’d ever cared about, even if it killed him. When he’d received that message, half a universe away from Symrah III, he’d nearly lost his mind, the urge to save Sabria, to protect his sister, tremendous. Taking the future-bender will allow me to save her. I must save her. He fastened the Federation flight suit up to his chin, the blue fabric concealing his collar scars. As he exited his craft into the brightness, he grabbed the coded card he’d traded another precious favor for. The docking bay was empty of living beings, as Horst had predicted, and there were few shadows to hide in. Traz scanned the immaculate space, noting the expensive state-of-the-art machinery. There were monitoring devices positioned on the metallic pillars. The other two ships in the docking bay were hooked into the main system, making them vulnerable to cyber-attack. Traz shook his head at that foolishness. A rolling attendant approached, painted safety yellow. “Insert slip.” Lights flashed around the slot. Traz pushed the card in. “Verifying slip,” the system informed him, the automated voice irritatingly happy. Traz waited. “Verifying slip,” it repeated, the loop confirming his virus had successfully infiltrated their high security system. Within minutes, every machine, every communications channel, every line of defense would be disabled, aiding his escape.
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Childishly easy. Traz stalked to the station entrance, keeping his head down, the brim of his Federation-issue cap pulled low, shading his distinctive eyes. He waved his pass over the scanner and the doors slid open. Traz blinked, his artificial eye immediately adjusting to the dimmer lighting, the rest of the station clearly preserving precious resources. Beings, predominately humanoid, hustled along the corridors, and he surveyed the personnel badges as they passed, evaluating his enemy. Very few of the employees had more than a couple years of service, the isolated station a relatively safe position for inexperienced soldiers, the war with the Balazoids making military tours for all Federation citizens mandatory. War placements for rich kids. Traz stuffed his hands in his pockets and curled his fingers around his guns, knowing from previous merc jobs how trigger-happy fresh recruits could be. He walked with purpose, his heels clicking on the wire mesh floor. Four military punks, rifles in their hands, walked shoulder to shoulder toward him, forcing others to squeeze to the edges of the corridor. Recognizing trouble, Traz followed the brunette woman in front of him, her plump frame ensuring there’d be enough room for him to pass. She made it through the dickhead parade unscathed. Traz didn’t. One of the arrogant asses fanned out farther, deliberately slamming into his shoulder, a move Traz would have killed a fellow inmate for. “Sorry.” Traz forced the apology past his clenched teeth, keeping his focus on retrieving the future-bender and saving his sister. “Yeah, you had better be sorry, old man.” The idiot waved his rifle, the arrogant move asking for Traz to twist the weapon from his hands. “I’ve killed people for less.” The others laughed as though killing was a big joke. Fools. Traz walked, not having time for a confrontation and not wishing to draw more attention to himself. The crowd around him thinned, staff ducking into side corridors and offices. He eyed the closed metal doors ahead of him and turned into an alcove two corridors away. 18
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He switched his pilot personnel badge for a doctor’s, Doctor Lance Besserwisser, the only man of six with access to the future-bender. Traz tapped his temple, activating the retinal transfer. His vision slowly faded, the Doctor’s impaired vision rendering his artificial eye nearly blind. He stuck his head out of the corridor, looking toward the docking bay. Men and women were frozen in place, staring past him, their expressions stunned. What the fuck? Traz turned his head and his jaw dropped. Falyn. None of the images had done her justice. She floated toward him, her bare feet skimming the floor, her hair rippling around her shoulders. A sheer dress clung to her slender frame and matched the color of her skin, creating the illusion she was naked. Clear crystals circled her neck, a ring of stars plucked from the sky. She was tiny and otherworldly, her beauty without equal. Traz yearned to grab Falyn with his bloodstained hands and pull her to him, merging his scarred body with her pure soul. He’d kiss her until her all-seeing violet eyes softened, and cover her with his coarse skin, his musky scent, branding her, owning her. Making her mine. He licked his lips, his mouth dry, his heart pumping vigorously, sending blood straight to his cock. The brute beside her, a huge, hulking, black-leather-clad monster, put his arm around her and Traz growled with jealousy, the urge to claim Falyn as his own overwhelming his caution. The man’s head raised and Traz looked into his own face. My twin. He tapped his temple, reverting to his own retinal. Impossible. Traz’s mind spun, unable to explain how the stranger had his scars, his artificial eye and his grim, worlds-hardened expression. I don’t have a twin. I don’t have anyone except Sabria. They passed through the door, the beauty and her beast, and Falyn’s lips flattened, the response so fleeting Traz thought he imagined her distress. As the man touched her elbow, she smiled the type of benevolent smile a queen would bestow on her subjects.
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A fake smile. She’s manipulating them…me. Traz straightened, returning his focus to his mission. Falyn passed and he followed her closely, the scent of the rarest, most exotic flowers trailing in her wake. She stiffened as though she was aware of his presence, but she didn’t turn around, heading straight toward the docking bay. Men and women stepped aside as she walked, their gazes darting between the monster and the angel, their expressions flipping from horror to wonder. Falyn glided slowly and serenely, her slight shoulders tilted back into Traz, her body less than an arm’s length away. “M-m-miss.” A young soldier approached her, his head bobbing with an irritating reverence. “It’s dangerous for you here, miss. You should return to your chambers.” “To my chambers.” Her quiet voice lilted with humor, the sound lightening Traz’s heart. “Is that what they’re calling those accommodations now?” She reached out and placed her palm on the man’s chest. He jerked as though shocked. “Brown curls. Blueand-pink-striped eyes. A cute brown heart-shaped birthmark at the tip of her nose. Here.” She touched her own nose. “As though she’d been kissed with love.” The soldier stepped away from her, his face pale, his lips quivering. “T-t-they said it was infatuation, that it’d pass.” “Hmmm…” Falyn’s erotic humming coursed through Traz’s body, setting every nerve ending ablaze. “Not for you. It’ll never pass for you. She’s the one.” She floated forward, leaving the man stammering foolishly behind her. She’s a master manipulator. Traz nodded, impressed by her skills. She tells men what they want to hear. “I don’t have access to the docking bay,” Falyn whispered. The docking bay? Where is she going? Traz studied the back of her white-blonde head. She looked over her shoulder and her violet-eyed gaze met his, the emotional impact resembling a sucker punch to his gut. “Could you open the door…please?”
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Traz resisted the pull of that breezy please, the urge to do exactly what she asked immense. “You open it.” He pressed the pass into her right hand and brushed his thumb over her unlined palm, savoring her softness. Falyn straightened, her flat sheet of hair swishing against the curve of her ass. She silently passed the small square of coding to her henchman, the brute unlucky enough to resemble him. He swiped the card, the door unlocked and they moved into the brightness of the docking bay. “He stays here,” Traz rumbled. He grabbed her arm, a fine, slender limb he could easily break with one hand. “I only need you.”
He needs me. Falyn glanced upward and met his stone-cold gaze. He’s here, finally, and he needs me. As she looked into his unusual eyes, his rough hand warming her bare skin, she forgot about the pain, the electric jolts radiating from her neck blurring into nothing. “My collar has a tracking device.” She touched the band around her neck, the crystals smooth against her fingertips. “We need him to shield the signal.” The man opened his mouth and she rushed to assure him, the man she was destined to love, the man she’d been waiting her entire life for. “John’s programmed not to hurt you.” “He’s an android.” The man steered her toward a dark, dented mongrel of a ship, the panels different colors of silver and black as though the vessel had been pieced together from leftover parts. She stared and he chuckled softly, a joyful sound she’d never expect him to make. “It’s safe, Falyn.” “You know my name.” Her happiness swiftly turned to dismay. “I don’t know yours.” “Yet you trust me with your life.” He examined her and Falyn cringed, recognizing his expression, having seen it on the face of every human she’d ever met. He thinks I’m a freak. She remained silent, not wishing to talk about love and destinies, a discussion that would confirm his suspicions. I am a freak. 21
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“My name’s Traz, for what it’s worth.” “Traz,” she repeated, the name as hard as the man. Why did I think he’d be different? Her eyes stung, watering from both disappointment and pain. “We should leave.” Traz stared at her. “The android first, then you.” He waved his big hand. Falyn followed John and Traz stalked behind her, her smaller form sandwiched between the two males. The door closed after Traz and shadows enveloped them, the dimmer light peaceful. “Freedom, engage,” Traz growled, his deep voice settling low in Falyn’s womb. The ship rumbled to life, the metallic floor shaking under her bare feet. “Stand here, back against the wall,” Traz ordered John. Her android, programmed to obey him, complied, pressing his spine against the plain silver wall. “Restrain.” Thick scary metal bands strapped around her android’s torso. Falyn stepped away from the wall, standing in the middle of the small empty room. “There’s no need to restrain him. John won’t hurt you.” She clutched her hands together, her body racked with more and more pain. “And he has to remove my collar.” “Right. The tracking device. Freedom, scan the android.” Traz pivoted on his booted heels, his movements smooth and fluid, a predator facing his prey. She moved toward the door, maintaining the distance between them. The ship pitched forward and Falyn fell. Before her body could hit the floor, she was pulled back against a rock-hard, solid chest and strong arms wound around her waist, holding her tightly, protecting her. They stood as one, their bodies pressed together and her face buried in his chest. The scent of machinery and man filled her nostrils. Falyn felt a companionship, a reassuring sense of connection, she’d never experienced before, that one moment worth her pain. Once the floor leveled under their feet, Traz immediately shoved her away from him, rejecting her, his actions an unspoken declaration that he didn’t feel anything, the
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embrace meaning nothing special to him. “Turn around and place your hands on the wall.” Falyn blinked, her mind fuzzy with agony and thwarted desire. Traz scowled and flung a hand at the wall. At the wall. Her terror returned. She looked at him and then at the wall, weighing the lesser of the two evils. “No.” “Falyn…” His face grew even harder, his scars stark white against his tanned skin. “It’ll crush me,” she whispered, ashamed of her fear. Traz’s lips twitched. “It won’t crush you, I promise.” He promises. Falyn studied Traz, seeing no deception in his level gaze. He won’t hurt me. She took a deep breath, faced the wall and rested the heel of her hands against the cool metal. “Restrain,” Traz barked. The bands whipped around her skin. Startled, Falyn tried to pull away. She couldn’t move, her wrists securely fastened to the wall. “Traz?” Her heart pounded. “Shhh…relax.” He touched the metal, the scars on his fingers reminding Falyn of the pain he’d endured. “Did it hurt you?” Genuine concern colored his voice. “No.” Be strong. Falyn breathed in and out, in and out, managing her panic. Earn his love. “But it could have crushed you as you feared.” Traz brushed her hair over her shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. “The promise of a stranger is worth nothing. You shouldn’t trust so easily.” “You’re not a stranger. You’re the man I’m destined to love,” she confessed. As her terror receded, the agony radiating from the collar increased, the pulses of electric charges quickening. “I’ve been waiting for you to free me.” “Free you?” Traz extracted a tiny tool out of his pocket. “I’ve captured you. And this isn’t about love. This is a business deal.” He smelled of machinery, discharged guns
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and man, and she inhaled deeply, drawing his scent inside her. “I’m trading you for what I really want.” What I really want. She dropped her head, her hair hiding her face, pain and exhaustion and disappointment weighing down on her. Traz’s fingertips skimmed her neck, and Falyn sniffed, the metallic scent of blood filling her nostrils. Nosebleed. Weakness. “You should let John remove the collar. He has practice.” John had practiced over and over, reducing the removal time to mere seconds. I can last seconds. “If I can remove a collar from Gehenna 5, I can remove this flimsy piece of decoration.” Traz’s knuckles rubbed against her neck as he rotated the tool. Falyn closed her eyes and concentrated on him. His rough hands sent ripples of pleasure across her skin, his breath wafted on her cheek and his body heat held her in a sensual embrace. Count, Falyn. “One,” she murmured as the pain jolted through her. “Two.” She shifted her weight from one bare foot to the other, her toes numb with cold. “Three.” “Why are you counting?” Traz leaned closer, his warm arm branding her shoulder. “Because I know I can last until twenty,” Falyn assured him, eager to earn his approval. “I’ve done it before.” “Last through what?” The collar clicked and loosened slightly. “Stop moving.” She stilled, not realizing she’d been dancing in place, as he fiddled with the Federation’s torture device. Time stretched endlessly, unbearably. Her head floated. Moisture dripped onto her lips. Blood. “Tabs,” she whispered. “You need tabs so the circuit continues.” “Got them…almost…in place.” Traz held his breath. Falyn held her breath also, the quiet in the room eerie and uncomfortable. “I forgot to count.” She gasped, horrified by her mistake. “Now I’ll have to start again and I don’t think I can last that long.” “Quiet,” Traz ordered.
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Falyn pressed her trembling lips together. Pain more acute than she’d ever experienced rocked her body. Tears streaked down her cheeks, blood filled her mouth and blackness descended. “What the…” The drone of Traz’s voice jerked her back into consciousness. “Fuck!” he roared. “What?” Falyn lifted her head, no longer in agony, her neck bare of the collar she’d always worn. Naked, I’m naked. She looked at Traz. His eyes blazed with fury. What did I do? Her body temperature dropped. “I moved.” Her whimper accentuated her weakness. “And I’m talking.” Two failures. “I’m sorry.” She resumed her pose, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “You’re sorry. They tortured you and you’re sorry,” he muttered. “I moved,” Falyn repeated, regretting her disobedience, her weakness. “I detached the collar. You can move now.” Traz cupped her chin, his fingertips rough against her skin, and he forced her face toward him. “Fuck.” With one hard yank, he ripped the sleeve off his flight suit. “You’re bleeding.” He fanned his fingers over her jaw and gently dabbed the blue fabric under her nose and along her lips. Falyn watched him with wonder as he cleaned her, his tender touch contrasting vividly with his hard scarred face. Why isn’t he punishing me? The Federation would punish me for my weakness. Am I not worth reprimanding? Questions frothed inside her, trapped by his command for quiet. Traz tossed the cloth against the wall and he wiped his fingers on his thighs, blood staining the pretty blue. “Tell me why they did this to you.” His fingertips grazed her neck, his expression frighteningly intense. “You’re their most prized possession.” “So I couldn’t escape,” she whispered, dazed by his continued caresses. He followed the vein in her neck down to her collarbone, his hands warm and soothing. “But I lasted, didn’t I? I’m your possession now.” “You are my possession.” Traz shifted to stand behind him, out of her line of sight, and his fingers curled around her shoulders, his grip unbreakable. “No one else will 25
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hurt you, Falyn. I own you. You’re mine,” he murmured into her ear, his chest pressing down on her back, the hard ridge in his flight suit pushing against her ass cheeks. Falyn trembled under his dominance, scared and excited, her thighs dampening. “I’m your slave.” Her voice was unrecognizable, husky with passion. She tilted her hips, rubbing against him. “What will you do with me?” “I… No!” Traz broke away from her and she shivered, the air cool. “Don’t use your powers on me, future-bender.” He glared at her, his anger unnerving. “They won’t work. You’re my prisoner, and nothing you do or say will change that.” He turned away from her. What powers? Falyn stared at his back, his response confusing. Traz stomped toward the door, his boots ringing on the metal. Without a backward glance, he left her bound to the wall, alone except for her incapacitated android. She waited for him to return. He didn’t, the room quiet and cold. “Our plans worked, John. We’ve finally escaped our chambers,” Falyn observed cheerfully, holding on to her optimism. John didn’t answer, maintaining the silence she’d long grown accustomed to. She studied her silver restraints. They weren’t very different from the white restraints the Federation used while transporting her to the station. The room was as plain as her chambers, devoid of any portholes to the outside. She shifted from her left foot to her right, her toes freezing, her freedom of movement as severely limited as it was during assignments. “Not that the view has changed.” Falyn chuckled, enjoying the irony of her situation. “All that planning and effort and we’re still staring at blank walls.”
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Chapter Three Traz stalked through his ship, moving quickly as if there were a dozen Federation prison guards behind him and not one sexy violet-eyed master manipulator bound to the containment chamber’s walls. His blood pumped through his veins, his cock was hard and his balls ached, the need to take what she had so clearly offered tremendous. Why shouldn’t I fuck her? He slid the collar over his hand and gritted his teeth as a shock pulsed up his arm. If she can take this, she can take me. But can I take her? She tolerated this pain with a demure smile on her angelic face. What kind of creature am I dealing with? Traz entered the bridge, open space on the main viewscreen. “Freedom, status of the android scan,” he barked. “Fifty-three percent complete, Captain,” his ship relayed. “Fuck.” No information yet. He sank into the captain’s chair, the leather comfortably worn. “How many ships followed us?” “None, Captain. We are not being pursued.” “Good.” Traz plunked the collar down on the tablet, partially covering the image of Falyn’s beautiful face. “The android is blocking this tracking device. When scanning is complete, duplicate the blocking code in a self-contained device.” “Yes, Captain,” the ship replied. “We are ahead of the logged schedule. Do you wish to reduce speed to compensate?” “No. The faster we get there, the better.” Traz examined the route map, unnerved by how easy it had been to capture Falyn. “What non-human abilities does this futurebender have?”
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“Future-bender Falyn predicts destined mates through sensory interaction. Her intelligence level is high.” Traz waited. Freedom didn’t add any more information. “Is that it? No enhanced pain tolerance? No self-defense abilities? No influencing traits?” “According to multiple Federation tests, Falyn scores within human parameters for influencing. She scores below average for pain tolerance and self-defense.” “And those sadistic Federation bastards knew that.” Traz glared at the offending collar, remembering the red scars around her pale neck. “She’s been tortured like me.” He touched the matching scars on his skin, that pain etched in his memory for all time. “No.” Traz shook his head. “Don’t feel sympathy for her. Don’t feel anything for her. Remember what you have to do.” Traz drew himself up, resolve straightening his spine. “Freedom, has the futurebender taken the Balazoid blocker?” “Yes. She was ill for three months.” “Fuck.” Traz shook his head, unable to reconcile the frail woman in the file with the strong woman he met. “Display containment chamber.” The image was laid over the stars. Falyn stood where he’d left her, bent over, with her hands on the wall and her gorgeous, tempting ass sticking out, her gown so sheer he saw the shadow between her curves. She shifted her weight, her feet bare on the metal floor. “She’s freezing.” Traz stood, a rare rush of guilt pushing him to action. “Prepare my chamber for prisoner containment.” Move her and forget her, inmate. Traz clenched his fingers into fists, struggling to control his sexual excitement. Don’t get involved. She’s a means to an end, that’s it. Focus on your sister. Focus on your mission. Falyn looked up as he entered the chamber, her exotic eyes lighting with welcome…for him. No, not possible. Not for me.
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“Have you come to remove the gown?” Her voice rose with hope. He frowned. “You want me to strip you?” His cock bobbed its approval of that plan. Her cheeks flushed bright red. “John told me the Federation sometimes weaves tracking devices into the fabric. He scanned this gown and didn’t find any but…” She nibbled on her plump bottom lip, drawing his gaze to her mouth. “If I strip you, I’ll fuck you,” Traz warned, his words deliberately blunt. Her gaze met his, her eyes wide and clear and so damn readable. She abused her lip some more as she deliberated and Traz ground his teeth, yearning to suck on that soft flesh. “I think you should remove my gown…just to be safe.” “This won’t be safe, Falyn.” Traz extracted a knife from a hidden pocket. Light gleamed off the blade. “Or gentle.” He pushed her hair over her shoulder and drifted his fingertips up her arm, her skin as smooth as polished bone. She trembled under his touch, her body reassuringly responsive. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” He lifted the flimsy straps and carefully sliced through the fabric. As Traz pocketed his knife, the gown slipped lower and lower, revealing her arched spine, the dimples above her ass and the valley between her curves. She wiggled and the garment dropped to the floor, falling in a puddle around long, lean legs perfect for wrapping around his waist. “Beautiful.” Traz reached out and placed his hand on her back, needing to confirm she was real and she was his. “Do you really think so?” Falyn looked over her shoulder, her expression sweetly anxious. “Because I’ve seen the women in my images and they all had more shape than I do. I thought.” She bit down on her lip. “I thought you might like them better.” “I took you, didn’t I?” Traz said gruffly. Block your emotions, inmate. She’s a slave to be used, not a lover to be cosseted. “No more conversation.” He smacked Falyn’s ass hard enough to mark her, deriving a perverse pride from leaving his handprint on her white skin. She cried out and her body jerked toward him, into her punishment. Traz vibrated 29
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with awareness, having seen that same reaction in the prison pain whores. “Spread your legs wider,” he instructed, seeking physical confirmation of his suspicions. Her pink pussy lips, framed by short white curls, glistened with moisture. He ran his fingers along her sex and she pressed back into his hand, soaking his palm with her juices. “You like it rough, don’t you, slave?” He slapped her other ass cheek and she moaned, the erotic sound tormenting his hard cock. “Answer me.” “Yes, Traz.” Her voice shook, her obedience pleasing him. “What else do you like?” Traz slid his hand up her crevice and found her perfect rosette. “Do you want my thick cock in your tight little ass?” He circled her with his fingers and her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched. “Answer me.” He pinched the sensitive skin. “Yes, Traz.” The words pitched higher. “But your wants aren’t important, are they?” He smacked her ass again, his blow strong enough to sting without leaving lasting pain. She whimpered, her open need tugging at his resolve. “Because you’re my slave and nothing more than that.” His words tasted like lies. Traz stroked her pussy and rubbed her clit, slicking her entrance, preparing her. “My slave. Mine.” Her musk teased his nostrils, and her throaty pants punctuated his caresses. “Whose fingers are in your perfect pussy?” “Yours.” “Say my name.” He gave her clit a hard tap. “Traz!” Falyn cried out, her body gushing with her reaction. “Traz’s fingers are in my perfect pussy.” “That’s right, my fingers.” Traz yanked down his flight suit. “And whose cock do you want?” “Yours…Traz’s.” She corrected her mistake immediately. “I want Traz’s cock.”
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Hearing those dirty words spoken in that light, breezy voice excited Traz. His balls drew up tight against the base of his shaft and ached for release. “Yes, my cock.” He rewarded her with a slap on the ass and she tilted her hips, silently asking for more. Traz ignored that plea as he wanted her too strongly and was unable to last for much longer. “I’ll give you that cock, slave. I’ll fuck you the way you want, hard and fast, until you scream my name. My name and no one else’s.” He pushed his brutishly big purple cock head between her fragile pink folds, her heat welcoming him. “Fuck, you’re tight.” Her inner walls squeezed him, protesting his invasion. He burrowed deeper and withdrew, burrowed deeper and withdrew, slowly working his shaft into her wet pussy. Falyn panted, her knuckles white on the silver wall, yet she didn’t refuse him, granting him, a killer, an escaped convict, a gun-for-hire, access to her heavenly form. He took advantage of her trust, burying his cock fully inside her. “Fuck,” Traz murmured, reverence shading the word, her pussy the closest place to paradise he’d ever found. He hooked his arm around her torso, covering her small sinfully soft breast with his callused palm, her taut nipple caught between his spread fingers. As he savored the decadent feel of her, he nuzzled into her hair, her scent fresh and pure and foreign.
He’s inside me. Falyn trembled with excitement. Traz, the man I’m destined to love, is inside me. His cock, longer and thicker than her android’s, filled her, connecting them, his shaft pulsing against her inner walls, the coarse curly hair at his base tickling her pussy lips. Traz straightened and cool air rushed over her back. She swallowed her disappointment and silently arched her spine, offering him her body to be used as he wished, yearning, needing to please him. Traz laid his hands on her hips, his palms rough, his grip strong, and he rocked into her, testing her body with short, shallow thrusts, his control of her body thrillingly
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masterful. He took what he wanted and he wanted her, Falyn the woman, not Falyn the future-bender. She pushed back against him, taking his cock deeper, coaxing him to ride her harder. Unlike with her android, Traz responded, driving into her with more and more vigor, smacking his hips into her burning ass cheeks, rubbing against the handprints branded on her skin. He possessed her, all of her, and Falyn panted, her legs trembling, the musk of her wet pussy mixing with the scent of his skin, perspiration sleeking his muscular thighs. Traz hooked his arm around her waist, slid his hand down her stomach and threaded his fingers through her fine private hair. He ruthlessly twisted the short strands, the pull heightening her desire, and she called his name. “That’s right, Falyn,” Traz grunted, riding her hard, his balls slapping against her skin. “I’m fucking you. I own you. You’re mine to do with as I wish, to fuck as often as I like.” “You wouldn’t share me?” The thought excited her. “I could if I wanted to. You’re mine.” He rubbed her clit as he rammed his cock into her pussy, the dual assault unbearable. Falyn struggled not to come, waiting for his permission, wanting to please him as he pleased her. “I’ll use you hard,” he growled into her shoulder, his mouth hot. His teeth grazed her skin, marking her and sending shivers of awareness down her spine. “And fuck you out of my system, filling your delicate, perfect body with so much of my criminal cum you’ll smell of me.” He spread his fingers around his shaft and dug into her folds, his grip arousingly possessive. “Traz,” Falyn pleaded, her slight form shaking with need as he pounded into her. Her fingers curled on the wall, the restraints the only reason she remained upright, the metal chafing against her wrists.
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“Yes, it is Traz. I have you.” He sucked below her shoulder blades, bruising her skin with his intensity. “And I’ll fuck you until you’re as dirty and depraved as I am. You won’t be so perfect then, but I’ll still want you. I’ll always want you.” “Traz, please,” she begged shamelessly, her mouth pulled tight with strain. “Come for me, Falyn.” He thrust deep and bit her shoulder, the pain severing her control. Falyn screamed his name, her world splitting into a million sharp jagged pieces, the tapered points piercing her mind, her heart and her soul. She clenched down hard on his shaft and Traz jerked against her, spurting hot cum into her ravaged pussy, his roar deafening her. Falyn shook, trapped between his hard muscles and the unyielding metal wall, her tremors rapidly diminishing as her energy levels depleted. She sagged, the bands cutting her skin, and Traz caught her, held her upright. His cock slipped from her pussy, leaving a trail of wetness and heat. He placed his hands over hers. “Release restraints.” His deep voice broke the silence and the bands retracted, leaving a ring of red around her wrists. “It was that easy?” Falyn stared at the wall with wonder. “No.” Traz’s chest rubbed against her back as though he was holding back laughter. “My ship only obeys me.” He stepped away and she teetered, her stance unsteady, the room whirling around her. Fabric rustled and his arms wrapped around her, one covered with cloth, the other bare. He swung her upward, lifting her with an impressive ease. Falyn studied his face as he walked. His skin was flushed with the aftermath of pleasure, but his lips were grim. She placed her hand on his chest and closed her eyes. She saw nothing. Blackness. Failure. What did that mean? A wave of worry swept over her.
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“Are you reading my destiny?” he rumbled, doors sliding open and shut around them, his stride long and purposeful as they traveled the length of the dark corridor. “I can’t.” She twisted her lips, as unimpressed with her abilities as Traz must be. “I can’t read everyone. I don’t know why.” “Some people can’t love.” He entered a plain, sparsely decorated room dominated by a large bed. “And I’m one of those people.” Traz dropped her and she bounced, her limbs sprawling over the bed. “I’ve done too much, seen too much, to believe in love.” Falyn twisted the silver cover around her naked body and sat up. “I haven’t done or seen anything but I sometimes worry I can’t love.” “And what convinces you that you can?” He glowered down at her, his arms crossed, his feet braced on the floor. She smiled at him shyly. “I close my eyes and see your face.” “You see my face?” He snorted, the ugly sound irritating her. “The scarred face of a hardened criminal who can’t and won’t love you back, that is the reason you believe in love.” Falyn’s cheeks heated. “My dream of you is all I have, Traz.” “And it is just that—a dream.” He pivoted on his heels and slammed his fist against the control panel. The door slid open. “Stay here.” Traz left her without a backward glance and the door closed behind him, the room silent and lonely. “Where would I go?” Falyn fell back on the bed.
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Chapter Four Traz straightened in his chair and rolled the kinks out of his neck. He’d spent the long, damn uncomfortable night sitting on the bridge and not sleeping where he wanted to be, in his bed with his cock buried deep inside Falyn. “Freedom, status,” he barked, not recognizing any of the planets on the viewscreen. “Target has been located outside of Balazoid-controlled airspace and our route has been altered,” the ship informed him. “We will intercept the fighter ship in three days, five hours and thirty-one minutes.” Only three more days with Falyn. Traz glanced at her android, his bad mood worsening. “John, review core programming.” “Only Falyn and the one who looks like me can overwrite my core programming,” John recited for the fourth time. “I won’t cause Falyn or the one who looks like me permanent harm. I’ll protect Falyn and the one who looks like me. I’ll—” “Enough.” Traz stood. “I authorize core programming changes. You will overwrite ‘the one who looks like me’ with ‘Traz’.” He closed that dangerous loophole. “You will not cause Falyn any harm unless authorized by me. Core programming changes completed.” Traz moved through his ship quickly, needing to see Falyn, to speak to Falyn, to ensure that last night wasn’t merely a dream, that she was with him, belonged to him completely. His body hardened in anticipation. He placed his hand on the control panel outside his chambers, the doors unlocked and slid open. Falyn sat on the bed facing him, her body covered with the silver sheet, his sister’s bright-red scarf wrapped around her neck, concealing her collar scars. Her eyes were closed, her beautiful face serene.
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Looking at Falyn, Traz felt a peace he hadn’t known since he was a child, when his parents were alive and he didn’t know how cruel and unforgiving the universes could be. “What do you see?” he asked, the question escaping his lips before he remembered he didn’t, couldn’t care about her. “The man she is destined to love.” Falyn touched Sabria’s scarf. “A man with a pale face, even paler hair and eyes as red as this fabric.” The half-breed Balazoid. “No!” Traz roared, his rage returning. Falyn opened her eyes and her delicate violet gaze met his, her confusion too acute to be feigned. “You lie.” He clasped her arms and she winced. “She can’t, she won’t love him.” He flung Falyn back on the bed, discarding her and her notion that his sister wanted to be with her captive. Traz stripped off his clothes and stormed into the cleaning chamber, the transparent walls giving the illusion of space. He flipped on the sonic waves and the vibrations rolled up and down his body, removing dirt particles. Fuck. He dropped his head back, pressing his cock into the cleansing pulse. Needing more pressure, he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and stroked, his tight grip moving his flesh up and down. Traz closed his eyes, imagining it was Falyn’s hot pussy engulfing him, her pink softness surrounding his hardness. He inhaled, flaring his nostrils, her scent all around him. Wetness lapped at his tip and he jerked back, torn from his fantasy. Falyn knelt before him, naked, her small tongue flicking over his cock head. She was so dainty and fragile, his monster cock deserving to be nowhere near her beautiful face, yet he couldn’t resist her, his every prison cell dream come true. “Falyn…” “Let me do this for you. Let me please you as you’ve pleased me.” She curled her fingers around his base, and she slowly tilted her body toward him, her nipples mouthwateringly tight, her breasts the whitest white. Traz held his breath as she skimmed her lips over his cock head, the contrast of his cock and her countenance obscene and wrong, the suction of her mouth exactly right. 36
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She poked her tongue into his slit and he exhaled with a whoosh, giving all of his control to her. Falyn looked up, her exotic eyes met his and her lips curled into that serene smile that drove him wild. She teased his rim, fluttering her tongue around him as though he was delicate and beautiful and pure. In her mouth at that moment, Traz felt redeemed, born again between her lips. Falyn took him deeper and deeper, bathing his shaft with her wetness, caressing him with her tongue. She was so small and he was so large, but he watched with wonder as more of his shaft disappeared. His cock head tapped the back of her throat and he tensed with disappointment. “I’m too big.” He stared at the cleaning chamber’s fogged-up wall. Falyn cupped his aching balls and squeezed gently, the sweet pressure regaining his full attention. As his gaze dropped, she angled her head back to take him all. “Fuck, Falyn,” Traz murmured with awe, his large cock fully lodged in her pretty mouth. “I didn’t think that was possible.” She withdrew, dragging her lips along his shaft, and released him with a pop. “Everything is possible, Traz.” Her husky voice rasped over him and a part of him, a secret, hidden part believed her. Everything is possible. Falyn inhaled his cock, the suction of her mouth severing any intelligent reply he might have had. Traz clenched his fingers into fists, fighting release as she bobbed over him, her long sheet of white hair rippling down her back and grazing her pert ass. He was surrounded by sensation and powerless to resist her lure. She rolled his balls in her slender fingers, caressing them with hands softer than he’d ever known. Her fingertips teased the skin between his cock and balls and her tongue slid under his shaft, cradling him. She gazed up at him as though he were a powerful ancient deity, worthy of her devotion. He wasn’t. He was flawed and a killer, undeserving of her and undeserving of love.
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Anger rolled through Traz. He cupped her head with his big, murderous hands and forced her down on him again and again. Traz thrust into Falyn’s mouth harder and deeper, slamming his cock head against her throat. She spluttered and gagged, yet she didn’t resist him, opening her mouth wider, allowing herself to be used. The sonic shower buzzed over them as he rode her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin, his grunts echoing off the chamber walls. “Take me, Falyn,” he growled. “Take all of me.” He roared as he exploded, pouring all of his anguish, his frustration and his pain into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed, her cheeks brushing his shaft, and she drained him dry, leaving him empty and hollow. Traz fell to his knees and shards of agony shot up his thighs. “I’m sorry.” He held her beautiful face between his palms. A sheen of unshed tears covered her eyes, and her reddened lips glistened with his cum. He brushed his lips over her open mouth, tasting himself, tasting his abuse, and she waited patiently, trusting him with her body. “The scarf you wore belongs to my sister, Sabria,” Traz shared, not knowing why he felt the need to explain his reaction to Falyn when he’d never explained anything to anyone before. “The man, the Balazoid killer you saw, captured her and is using her as his breeder.” His chest grew tight and he struggled to breathe. “He’ll restrain her and use her for his sexual release, sharing her body with others, until he kills her.” Traz choked, visualizing his kind little sister in one of their cruel breeding machines. “I see.” Falyn placed her hands on Traz’s chest, the connection comforting him. “Then you have to trade me for her. You have no choice.” She met his gaze and he saw the fear under her acceptance. “I’ll be okay,” she assured him when he should be the one assuring her. “He won’t hurt me. I’m a future-bender. I’m too valuable.” She smiled. “He won’t.” The bands around his torso eased and Traz leaned his forehead against hers, inhaling her unique fragrance. “He won’t hurt you, Falyn.” The words tasted
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bitter and untrue. How do I know he won’t hurt her? Traz touched the scars around her neck, doubt about his plan building inside of him.
***** “Is John okay?” Falyn followed Traz out of the cleaning chamber. Her gaze swept down over broad shoulders, a tanned muscular back crisscrossed with deep silver scars, and rested on his tightly clenched ass cheeks. “Yeah.” He prowled with a predatory grace, his finely honed physique loose yet controlled, his bare feet silent on the silver tiles. “D-does he miss me?” she asked, expressing a secret dream of hers, to be missed by someone. “He’s an android.” Traz dashed that dream to bits. He entered a seating area. Comfortable-looking overstuffed chairs faced the undecorated wall, small tables placed in front of them. A long bench edged the perimeter, a cushion laid over the metal. “Viewscreen.” “He is an android, but I’d hoped…” Falyn’s disappointment flickered and faded as panels in the wall slid to the side. Her mouth dropped and her heart seized painfully. “That can’t be what I think it is.” She stepped toward the displayed stars. “Traz, is it?” she whispered, unable to believe her eyes. “What is it?” he snapped. Traz turned, his strong countenance surrounded by solar systems. Falyn stared, having previously seen that exact image when she had closed her eyes and thought of him. This is my destiny. Her body warmed, a sense of rightness, of being exactly where she should be, settling over her, as though her entire life had been spent waiting for this moment. He was hers to love, to cherish and to protect.
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“Falyn?” Traz raised the split eyebrow over his artificial eye, his scarred face a reminder of his ruthless nature and his fierce determination. I’m trading you for what I really want. “Space is pretty.” She brushed against him as she neared the viewscreen, trailing her fingertips over his defined abs. “Much prettier than I had imagined.” Falyn curled up on the bench and tucked her legs under her bare ass, her heels pressing against her curves. “Than you had imagined,” Traz repeated as he came to stand beside her, his tall form looming over her protectively. “You didn’t have a viewscreen in your chambers?” “I asked for one, but the Federation deemed it too distracting.” Falyn touched the cool surface. Stars whizzed by her fingertips. “And they blacked out the viewscreens when they transported me. They said it was too dangerous.” Traz cursed under his breath. “You’ve never seen the outside.” He laid his hand on her shoulder, his palm rough and reassuring, a hand a woman could count on to keep her safe. “Now I have.” Falyn smiled up at him, her heart brimming with gratitude. “And I’ll have this memory forever, thanks to you.” His face hardened, his lips flattened and he looked away. “I’m trading you for my sister, Falyn.” “I know.” She covered his hand with hers, wishing to reassure him, to lessen the pain and guilt for at least one of them. “You have to. It is the right thing to do.” “It is the right thing to do for her, but what about for you?” Traz sat down, the cushion flattening under his large frame, and he pulled her into his lap. What about for him? “It is the right thing to do for me too.” Falyn relaxed, trusting him to hold her and to do what was needed. “I couldn’t be happy knowing I caused your sister pain.”
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She closed her eyes, recalling the image of the killer, the Balazoid Traz hated and his sister was destined to love. Will he cause her pain? She nibbled on her bottom lip. Perhaps. I never promise the love will be returned. Falyn glanced at Traz, his forbidding expression aching proof of that. Don’t fight destiny, Falyn. She watched the stars, tattooing the images on her memory. The distant suns sparkled in the blackness as though they were crystals on cloth, their pattern gloriously random, unregulated and free. “I killed a man to protect Sabria,” Traz rumbled. “The monster tried to hurt her and I shot him dead, first man I ever killed in cold blood. We ran and evaded the Federation authorities for years until they finally caught up with us. Knowing I was cornered, I stashed Sabria with distant relatives, leaving them credits to pay for her care, and I surrendered, throwing myself on the Federation’s tender mercies. Not that they have any.” His chuckle was edged with pain. “They gave me life in Gehenna 5 for defending my twelve-year-old sister against a twice-convicted child molester.” “You gave up your freedom and your own happiness to protect your sister,” Falyn murmured, her respect for him expanding exponentially. “I’d die to protect my sister.” Traz’s fingers spread on Falyn’s stomach, holding her to him. “She’s mine to safeguard.” Am I also yours to safeguard? Falyn stayed silent, unwilling to hear more brutal truths. Her hope and optimism had bottomed to an all-time low. That’s foolish. Falyn mentally shook herself. What do I have to be unhappy about? Traz rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath expelling on her cheek. She had an entire universe in front of her. She smiled. “You know what I have to do,” Traz grumbled. “How can you be so happy?” “You’re not sending me to prison, Traz.” She arched into him, rubbing her hair against his chest and massaging him with her body. “I’ll spend my days seeing images of men and women and other strange and wonderful creatures in love. They’re usually
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happy. Sometimes they’re outside and I see the sun shining on their hair. I almost feel the warmth.” She forced her light tone, fighting the sadness. “It isn’t a bad life.” “Isn’t it?” Doubt colored his voice. He brushed his lips against the scars on her neck. “What can I do to make it better?” Love me. Falyn thought for a moment, considering her choices. “Give me memories, Traz, memories to last a lifetime.” He turned her to face him, his waist straddled by her legs, his cock pressed against her pussy, and he raised her chin. “I’ll try.” Traz bent his head and captured her lips, his mouth hard and unrelenting. He nipped at her flesh, caught her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. She gasped and he sucked on her lip, soothing his bite with the flat of his tongue. Falyn clung to his shoulders as he surged into her mouth, caressed her palette and flicked her tongue. His unique flavor, a combination of exotic seasonings and rugged man, burst in her mouth, and she savored him, treasuring every sip, saving the spices to relive during a future filled with blandness. Traz slid his tongue along hers and she playfully evaded him, dancing away. He followed, hunting her with purpose, pushing deeper within her mouth and stretching her lips wider. He slapped down on her tongue, punishing her for escaping him. She moaned, his possession exciting her, his dominance moistening her pussy. Traz buried his fingers in her hair, holding her to him by the long strands, her scalp tingling with his aggression. Falyn rocked against him as he stroked into her, his tongue mimicking what she wanted his cock to do. He focused on her mouth, exploring, conquering, demanding, and he neglected her pussy. She ground against him in frustration, needing more. “Enough.” He slapped her ass, the sting radiating out from the point of impact. “Traz,” she pleaded, moving on him with an increased urgency. “I said enough.” Traz cuffed her skin harder and she stilled, hearing the anger in his voice. “I have to see to the ship.” He pushed her off him and she blinked, confused by 42
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his sudden change in behavior. “When I return, I want you ass-up on the bed, your eyes closed.” He opened another panel, a collection of black clothes displayed inside. “But—” “No buts.” He tugged a black shirt over his head, mussing his hair. “You gave me a task to do, remember?” “Ahhh…” Her mind went blank, short-circuited by his contradictory signals. Traz yanked up a pair of black pants and tucked in his hard cock. “To give you memories.” He stuck his feet into the same kind of sturdy boots the Federation guards wore and they fastened instantly. “If you want those memories to be good memories, get on the fuckin’ bed, Falyn,” he growled, his tone menacing. Rushing to comply, Falyn crawled on the bed and lowered her shoulders, sticking her ass in the air. Her arms and legs shook with anticipation. “Good girl.” He slapped her ass and the impact swayed her body. Footsteps rang on the tile, a wave of cool air swept over her bare skin and the room quieted, Falyn’s breathing the only sound breaking the silence.
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Chapter Five Falyn waited, her eyes closed, anticipation building with every passing breath. What will he do to me? She wiggled her ass, Traz’s handprints burned into her skin. Speculation rolled through her overactive brain, each thought wilder than the last. Compressed air hissed, warning Falyn she was no longer alone, and she stiffened, hearing, touch and smell heightened in the self-imposed darkness. She yearned to look and dared not to, fearing his disappointment. “There she is,” Traz declared proudly. “As I promised.” Who is he talking to? Falyn trembled, her naked ass raised in the air and her thighs parted, revealing her wet pussy, every hole exposed to her unseen audience. “She’s a prime piece.” Traz’s callused hand cupped her ass. “And I own her. She’s all mine and I can do anything I want with her.” He squeezed her curves. “I can give her to anyone I deem worthy.” Fingertips dipped into her wetness and Falyn clenched down, closing her inner walls around him. “Feel how tight she is.” He spread her open and more fingers slid into her pussy, stretching her. Who is stretching me? Traz? Or someone else? A stranger? She counted fingertips and stopped at twelve, realization washing over her. Someone else is inside me. A stranger is touching me. Her nipples tightened. The other man pumped her, his fingers buried knuckles-deep inside her body, and wetness gushed from her pussy. Who is Traz sharing me with? One of his crew? A visiting captain? Images of men, bearded men, young men, dignified men in uniforms, men as gruff and tough as Traz, filled Falyn’s mind. Whose fingers are in my pussy?
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“You like that, don’t you, slave?” Traz murmured. Hands roved over her spine and fingers plunged into her pussy, her body explored by multiple men. “You’re my hot little pain slut, ready to be used anyway I want, by whomever I decide.” Fabric rustled and Falyn tensed, powerless to resist her ravishment even if she wanted to, trusting Traz with her body, her heart and her life. “Taste her,” Traz ordered, his tone one might use with a subordinate. He’s giving me to his crew. Falyn trembled with excitement. A tongue swiped from ass to clit and she cried out, the contact exquisite. The man slurped and sucked, gorging on her, his nose pressing into her folds and his tongue reaching deep inside her, leaving no flesh unexplored. Rough hands pulled on her ass cheeks, the brutish treatment fueling her desire. “Eat out her delicate pink ass.” A tongue slid up her body, leaving a trail of wetness and heat. Her puckered hole was nibbled, licked and invaded, the stranger’s tongue pushing into her channel. Another set of lips fastened over her pussy and sucked, drawing more juice. Falyn squirmed under the two-holed assault, her eyes remaining obediently closed, the darkness heightening the sensations. The pussy-licking stranger nipped her clit, the pain sharp and unexpected and stimulating. She moaned into the bed and clutched the cover in her fingers, struggling not to come as tongues delved into her ass and pussy. Stubble abraded her thighs, sending tremors through her body. Teeth grazed her rim, tormenting her sensitive flesh. “Come for me, slave.” A heavy hand landed on her ass and she cried out, her release shaking her, moisture pulsing from her pussy. A man greedily drank from her, cleaning her, caressing her inner walls with a ruthless thoroughness. “She’s ripe and ready for fucking,” Traz announced. Fingers tapped her juicy folds. “You can fuck this hot little pussy first.”
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First? Falyn whimpered as flesh butted against her entrance. The man, Traz’s accomplice, pushed in, his cock head smaller than Traz’s, yet large enough to satisfy her. He paused, his tip inside her, and she swallowed a scream of frustration, needing more, needing him deeper. “Look at that pussy,” Traz crowed. “So pretty and pink around your monster cock, but don’t stop. She can take you and she will take you.” He gave her ass a sharp slap. “Because her body is mine.” The man’s slide was aggravatingly slow, his cock head splitting her apart, and Falyn shifted, welcoming him into her fully, allowing a complete stranger to drive his cock deep into her pussy. He could be anyone. She quivered, desire building once more. I could see him tomorrow and not know he’d been inside me. “Up on your hands, slave, and open that plush mouth for me.” The bed dipped and a hard thigh brushed her arm. Falyn pushed her torso off the bed and parted her lips. She waited as if she was a trained pet waiting for her master’s treat, salivating with desire, longing to be filled. Another cock head brushed her lips, kissing her skin with pre-cum. She breathed in and relaxed a smidgen, recognizing Traz’s unique scent. He thrust without warning into her mouth, his force taking her by surprise, and she gagged, her lips closing around his shaft. “She’s an eager little cocksucker.” Hands, she didn’t know whose, twisted in her hair and yanked her head back, adjusting the angle of her mouth. “Use that pussy hard,” Traz advised. “While I fuck this beautiful mouth.” The stranger folded his fingers over her hips, his grasp oddly familiar, and he pulled out, Traz exiting her mouth as the same time. As one, they rammed into her, Traz taking her mouth, the nameless stranger pounding her pussy. Falyn shuddered, her body compressed between two horny males, restrained by muscle, warm skin and hard cock.
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They rode her relentlessly, not allowing her a moment to react, to think. The men used her body, not her future-bender brain, their ruthless ravishment one of Falyn’s fantasies come true. The bed shook with the force of their thrusts. Traz grunted, the other man remained unnervingly silent and Falyn dug her fingernails into the cover, her body a willing receptacle for their lust. “Fuck, she feels good.” Traz groaned, his grip on her hair tightening, his hips smacking against her cheeks. “Best acquisition I ever made. This mouth, this pussy…” The stranger drove into her with a bone-shaking ferocity, each thrust flattening her pussy lips against his base, her flesh humming with impact. Passion coiled tighter and tighter around Falyn until she struggled to breathe. “Look at me, Falyn,” Traz demanded. She opened her eyes, blinked at the brightness and met Traz’s gaze. The brown of his human eye had darkened to black, his robotic eye gleamed with a mechanical coolness and his lips drew back, revealing straight white teeth, his grin feral. “You belong to me.” He forged forward, driving his cock into her mouth, her pussy abused as forcefully by his friend. “When I come, you come.” She nodded as best she could, his shaft smothering her reply, and she squeezed her inner muscles, holding back her rapidly approaching orgasm. The stranger tilted his thrusts upward, rubbing against her clit. She moaned, taking Traz deeper into her mouth, pulling on him harshly. Please let me come, Falyn silently begged, her body twisting in anguish, tears streaming down her cheeks. “That’s it,” Traz coaxed, pulling her mouth down on him, his balls pressed against her chin. “Suck me. Suck me now.” She sucked on him with feverish desperation, needing to please him. Her cheeks indented around his shaft, her lips throbbed and her throat ached.
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“Fuck!” Traz bellowed and jerked forward. His hot cum filled her mouth, soothing her soreness. “Traz!” Falyn screamed, the sound muffled by his cock, and his essence spilled onto her lips, dripped down her face. She convulsed, swept into her release, her spine rounding as she fought to displace the stranger riding her. He followed the undulations of her body, resisted the clenching and unclenching of her pussy, refusing to come. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, Falyn.” Traz rocked against her, mumbling dirty compliments, and Falyn focused on the man she could please, the man she had pleased. She tugged on his softening shaft, her mouth moving soundlessly, her mind dazed with the aftermath of ecstasy. The stranger withdrew without a word, his cock remaining hard, the moist pop loud in the silent room. Falyn shivered, missing his warmth and feeling his disappointment. “Your friend didn’t come.” She gazed up at Traz, blinking back tears of regret. “I failed you,” she confessed with a whisper. “You didn’t fail me. You could never fail me.” Traz wiped the cum off her chin with his thumb. “I didn’t instruct your android to come.” My android. Her cheeks heated. John was the other man. Traz chuckled, shaking his head. “You didn’t know.” He lay back on the bed. “Come here, crazy woman.” He pulled her over his body, his form reassuringly solid. “I could have given you to anyone and you wouldn’t have fought me on my decision.” “Why would I fight you?” Falyn frowned, confused. “I trust you.” His arms constricted around her. “You shouldn’t trust me, Falyn.” He nuzzled his stubble-covered chin into her hair. “You shouldn’t trust anyone this much.” “You’re not anyone.” She rested her ear on his rolling chest and listened to his heart beat, savoring the rare human connection.
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John stood with his arms crossed and his back against the wall, his mismatched eyes cold and watchful, not a drop of perspiration on his artificial skin. My stranger. Falyn smiled and closed her eyes, snuggled safely in the arms of her human love, guarded by his android twin.
***** “Wear these.” Traz dropped a pair of Sabria’s boots with a thunk on the floor before Falyn. “Boots!” Falyn touched the ugly black military footwear, her transparent face lit with wonder. “I’m to wear boots.” “Let me guess,” he drawled, his anger under tight rein. “You’ve never had boots before either.” Federation bastards. “There was no need for footwear within my chambers.” She slipped her delicate white feet into the hideously masculine boots and Traz wanted to howl, the sight obscene. “Oh, they’re perfect.” The boots tightened around her tiny ankles and she smiled at him as though he’d given her a precious gift, as though he’d given her freedom. I can’t free her. Traz clenched his jaw, the rage overflowing inside him. “Come,” he snapped, his command more curt than he’d intended. He held out his hand, his big, coarse, undeserving hand. Falyn bounced off the bed and smoothed down his shirt, the large garment hanging off her frail shoulders, the hem reaching her knees. Sabria’s smaller clothes filled her chamber’s wardrobe, but Traz liked that Falyn wore his shirt and his scent. He liked it too damn much. As Falyn slid her palm into his, taking his hand without hesitation, Traz ground his teeth, further aggravated by her blind trust in him. “You wouldn’t survive one moment on your own.”
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Her serene smile wavered for a heartbeat and guilt swept over Traz. “I’ll never be on my own,” she shared with the certainty of a prisoner who’d been beaten one too many times. “If I escaped Gehenna 5, you can escape a Balazoid fighter ship.” Or I can rescue her. Traz pushed that insane idea out of his mind. “I can escape.” Her violet eyes sparkled. “And meet up with you on a planet with two suns and rings of every color surrounding it. Is there such a planet, do you think?” “I know there is,” Traz grumbled, cursing himself for giving her hope. “John, follow us.” He glared at the android and his cock twitched to life, brushing against the rough fabric of his pants, the memory of watching his brutish clone fuck Falyn senseless hotter than the two suns his woman talked about. My woman. He pulled her forward and she went with him willingly, traipsing beside him as though she didn’t have two remaining days of freedom left. Two days. Last night, he had watched the stars with her, listening as she babbled about people she’d only met in her mind, and he’d caught himself thinking about her being his forever. “I’m trading you for my sister,” he announced, his words echoing in the empty corridor. Falyn’s long white hair swished against her borrowed shirt as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze. “I know.” “And I’m not rescuing you,” Traz added, wanting her to be clear on that point also. She blinked, her eyelashes as white as her hair. “I know that too.” Her lips curled into a secretive smile. “I plan to escape.” She skipped a little, her heels clunking on the wire mesh. “It’ll be easier now that I have boots. They’re pretty, aren’t they?” “No,” he groused. “They’re hideous.” She laughed, her happiness sweeping over him, and she hugged his arm, her breasts brushing against him, the casual contact driving him absolutely crazy.
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The doors to the bridge slid open and her laughter stopped. “Oh, Traz.” Falyn walked straight to the main viewscreen. “It is no wonder you think my boots are hideous. You look at this all day.” She twirled, her arms extended as though to catch the stars, her hair swinging and her shirt riding up, exposing more white leg. I could look at her all day. Traz watched her as she spun faster and faster. Her toe caught on a ridge in the floor and she pitched forward. He rushed toward her and caught her before she hit the floor. “You should be more careful.” He scooped her into his arms, her form sleek and supple, fragile yet strong. “I’m always careful.” Her lip curled into an adorable pout. “I’m a future-bender, a priceless possession, coveted by all. Take me, trade me, guard me forever.” She threw her arms back dramatically. Traz chuckled. “You’re a fool.” He stalked to the captain’s chair and sat down, her ass pressing against his hard cock. “My fool.” “For now,” Falyn quipped and a rebuke sprang to his lips. “And I will be again when I escape.” She glanced down at the empty tablet, her collar having been disposed of in deep space, the tracking signal blocked. “Show me how this works. I need to know all I can about Balazoid assassins and their ships.” Falyn escaping a Balazoid assassin on her own. “No, Falyn.” Traz shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. He’ll kill you.” “He won’t kill me.” She scanned through the sleeves of information, her speed of comprehensive machine-like, her focus intense. “A dead future-bender has no value.” “He’ll hurt you.” Traz touched the scars on her skin, wishing to kill the monster who had dared to fasten a collar against her slender neck. “He’ll likely hurt me.” Falyn smiled as though her being hurt was nothing, and Traz growled softly, unable to accept that scenario. “And fuck me if this research is at all accurate. Balazoids are insatiable, needing sexual release multiple times a day.”
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“He won’t touch you.” Traz bit off each word, rage and frustration and jealousy churning in a volatile mix inside him. “Falyn.” He turned her face to him. “You’re mine. I won’t let him touch you.” Falyn tilted her head, studying him with wide eyes. “You’re trading me for your sister, remember?” She softened her voice and slowed her speech as though she spoke to a young child. Traz felt as if he was a child, selfishly clinging to a reward he didn’t deserve. “You have to,” she continued. “Yes, your sister is destined to love the Balazoid. I know that here.” Falyn placed his palm over her heart, the heel of his hand resting on the curve of her breast. “And here.” She tapped her forehead with her fingertips. “But the files say he’s incapable of loving her back, and if we allow her to fall in love with him, he’ll do more than hurt her physically. He’ll break her heart.” “That’s unacceptable. I won’t allow anyone to hurt her, Falyn. She’s my sister.” Traz licked his dry lips, irked by the no-win situation. “Exactly.” Falyn turned her attention back to the tablet. “There will be enough hearts broken. We don’t need one more.”
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Chapter Six “Come.” A deep voice sliced through Falyn’s delicious Traz-filled dream. “Hmmm…I’d like to.” She rolled onto her back, her eyes closed. Falyn reached out and grabbed the cover, the bed missing one big, hot, masculine body. “Not yet.” Callused fingers wrapped around her ankles and lifted her feet. Leather encased her skin. He released her and the boots bounced on the bed. “Get dressed first.” “What would be the point of that?” She opened one eye and squinted up at him. He loomed over her, his muscles covered with black fabric, his expression grim and forbidding. “Oh.” Falyn sat up, her pussy moistening as her awakening libido anticipated the punishment Traz never failed to deliver. “Yeah, oh.” He grabbed her legs, flipped her easily onto her stomach and smacked her ass hard, her skin stinging, warming with his touch. “Get dressed. Don’t make me tell you again, Falyn.” She rushed to the closet, grabbed the first shirt she found and pulled it over her head. Traz’s musk surrounded her and she breathed deeply, clutching the lapels, relishing his scent. “Let’s go.” Traz seized her hand and pulled her along, his stride long and purposeful, his boots ringing on the metal floor. Falyn jogged beside him in silence, taking two steps for every one of his, knowing not to ask where they were going or what the rush was. The corridor was dark and empty, The Freedom having no crew other than Traz. Falyn, unaccustomed to crowds of people, enjoyed the solitude. No one stared at her and no one expected her to know things others considered normal. The only person she had to please was Traz and his rules were simple to follow, his moods easy to read. 53
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This morning, now that she’d been duly punished for her disobedience, an emotion resembling excitement put a spring in Traz’s step, piquing Falyn’s curiosity. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes sparkled. His lips curled into a facsimile of a smile, his face almost boyish and carefree. The doors to the bridge slid open. Traz pulled her forward and stepped aside. “There.” He thrust his free hand out and gazed at her with expectation. Falyn’s gaze followed his arm and her eyes widened. “Traz.” She covered her mouth with her hands. A red-and-orange planet loomed on the viewscreen before them, backlit by two suns, one smaller than the other. The planet was surrounded by bands of color, the hues dazzling and not one of them the white of her Federation chambers. “It exists.” Traz grinned, his scar flashing silver in his tanned face. “It does!” Falyn jumped up, and he caught her, his big hands cupping her bare ass. She clutched his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles over his spine, the heels of her boots resting on his tailbone. “You found this planet for me?” Traz chuckled, her happiness reflecting in his eyes. “It was on route.” He turned, giving her a view of the planet. The suns spread light over the surface, banishing the shadows, and the reds and oranges swirled as though it was a living, breathing organism. Falyn gaped, having never seen anything to compare to this wonderful place. “The colors…have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” “Never.” She glanced at Traz. He was looking at her face, a peculiar expression on his rugged face. Her cheeks heated and her joy increased, bursting out of her chest. “Oh, Traz.” She hugged him, flattening her breasts against his muscle. “I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life. I love you so much.” Her brutally honest man pressed his lips to her forehead, not trivializing her declaration by uttering words he didn’t mean. He may not love me. Falyn swallowed the 54
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lump of emotion lodged in her throat. But he cares. She peered over his shoulder at the planet he’d found for her. Yes, he cares. “When I escape, I’ll meet you on this planet,” she vowed, creating one possible future for the two of them. “At that circle there.” She flung her hand out. Traz shifted, looking at where she pointed. “By the active volcano?” His voice percolated with laughter. “To the left or right of the lava flows?” “Maybe not exactly there.” Falyn scanned the planet, her knowledge of anything other than destined loves sparse. “You choose the spot.” “I have a spot all picked out.” Traz’s teeth flashed. He juggled her and spread her ass cheeks with his hands. “I’m thinking.” He slid his fingers into her crevice, grazing her skin, and she squirmed, his touch electric. “Right about here.” He pressed a fingertip into her clenched hole. Falyn straightened, awareness shooting up her spine. “Oh, I like that spot.” “I know you do.” Traz nuzzled against her neck, his lips firm and warm, as he gently explored her ass. “You’re too tight and dry, Falyn.” He sighed, his chest heaving against her breasts, his shirt rubbing her sensitive nipples. “I’ll tear you apart if I fuck you like this.” “I’ll be fine. I will,” she protested, hearing the truth in his words, yet needing him inside her. “You won’t be fine.” Traz slowly lowered her, her body rubbing against his, skin brushing skin, fabric abrading fabric. Her boots clunked on the floor’s shiny surface. “Take your shirt off, Falyn.” She held his gaze, questions churning in her mind, as she pulled the garment over her head. Her nipples tightened in the cool air and she shivered, her bare ass facing the viewscreen.
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Traz leisurely perused her naked body, eyeing her with a proprietary gleam in his eyes. “If another ship hails us, they’ll see you, all of you, your firm ass, your perky tits, those white curls framing your pink pussy lips.” I shouldn’t want to be seen. Falyn’s skin heated with a shameful lust. But I do. Traz smiled, his expression smug. How he uncovered her secret fantasies, Falyn didn’t know and she dared not ask him, afraid of the answer. “John.” Traz waved his hand, beckoning him nearer. John? Falyn nibbled on her bottom lip as the android approached, his face expressionless and his eyes cold. “Strip,” Traz ordered and John obeyed, peeling clothes off his muscular body. As air hit his cock, he hardened, his shaft rising, ready to be used. By whom? “Traz?” Falyn shifted her weight from her right foot to her left, waiting nervously. “Bend over the navigation console, ass up, your tits hanging over the surface.” Traz patted the flat metal. “I want the crew members of any approaching ships to view your bouncing breasts as John pounds your ass.” The crew members of any approaching ships. Falyn gripped the edge of the console, her legs weakened and threatening to collapse, and she draped her body over the cool surface. “Widen your stance.” Traz kicked her booted feet farther apart. “Show me that beautiful pussy of yours.” She tilted her hips and he crouched between her legs, examining her thoroughly and leisurely. Falyn quivered, stimulated by the exposure. “Fuck, Falyn,” Traz murmured, his deep voice soft with reverence. “You’re so pretty and pink.” He spread her folds. “And deliciously wet.” His breath wafted against her thighs. “After I take your ass, I’ll suck you dry.” Traz stroked her, spreading her juices along the valley between her ass cheeks and massaging the moisture into her asshole, her skin warmed by friction and her own heat.
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She waited docilely, giving up control to Traz, allowing him to do what he wished with her body. “From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you,” Traz murmured. “I wanted all of you.” Falyn breathed heavily and struggled to maintain the pose as he slid two thick fingers into her ass and pried her open, pain mixing with her pleasure. He worked in and out of her, testing, stretching, playing, using her as she had often used her android, exploring her form. “John, lubricate and come here.” Falyn turned her head. A sheen spread over John’s shaft, beads of moisture lifting on his artificial skin, his cock self-lubricating. John was a wonder of engineering, yet he could not compare to the real man behind her. No one compared to Traz. “Feed your cock in slowly,” Traz advised. Flesh pushed against her hole, John’s girth larger than Traz’s fingers. Falyn instinctively squeezed her ass cheeks together, refusing the android entrance. “Open for me, Falyn.” Traz smacked her ass and she jerked, feeling his disapproval physically and emotionally. “John, ignore her protests and fill her. I want that big cock in her ass.” Her knuckles whitened on the console as John obeyed, driving his hard shaft into her. He seared her with his heat, his silent displeasure accentuating Traz’s. Falyn struggled to relax, striving to pacify her males. “Your ass belongs to me, Falyn.” Traz squeezed her curves, his fingertips digging into her skin. The distracting pain scuttled Falyn’s remaining resistance, easing John’s slide. “That’s better,” Traz droned into her ear and rubbed soothing circles into her burning ass cheeks. Falyn glowed under his approval, her gaze fixed on the red-andorange planet dominating the viewscreen as her android pushed fully inside her.
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“Good girl.” Traz pressed his lips against her hip and Falyn smiled, her ass stuffed with cock. “Ride her gently, John, and lubricate her thoroughly. I want her ass to be as slick as her pussy.” John rocked into her and Falyn’s torso slid over the console, her sensitive nipples rubbing on the smooth, cool surface. Traz moved into her line of sight, his scarred face illuminated by the planet’s two suns, the rings circling his broad leather-clad shoulders, his darkness contrasting against the vivid color. “Look at me, Falyn,” Traz ordered and she met his gaze. His eyes gleamed with possession and some other softer emotion she couldn’t identify. “You’re mine and mine alone. John’s cock is in your ass because I want his cock in your ass.” “Yes,” she panted as John pistoned in and out of her, his speed constant, his movements smooth, unhampered by any disruptive emotions. “I’m yours.” Traz’s lips curled with satisfaction and Falyn warmed, knowing she had pleased him. “The Federation owned a piece of you. I own all of you.” He spoke a truth she already knew, her body, heart and soul gripped by Traz’s rough hands. “Your body belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me.” Lubricant oozed out of her ass, the sensation dirty and decadent. Falyn bit down on her bottom lip, holding back her building passion, anticipating Traz’s next words. “You won’t come until I say you can come.” He stroked his cock through his pants, his length outlined in the black leather. “Ever, understand?” Ever. Falyn trembled with unspeakable joy, the word denoting a future together. “Understand?” Traz clasped her chin in his rough fingers, his gaze intent. “I understand,” she whispered, their relationship shifting under her boots, as volatile as the surface of the red-and-orange planet. John pounded his cock into her ass, but all she saw and all she knew was Traz, the master of her happiness and the keeper of her love.
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“I’ll take care of you, Falyn.” Traz drifted his thumb over her bottom lip, the scent of her juices lingering on his skin. His harsh face softened for two heartbeats before hardening once more. He straightened, drawing himself up to his full imposing height, his shoulders broad enough to carry her burdens. “Step aside, John. Her ass is mine now.” He tapped her curves as a pilot might tap the panels on a new fighter ship.
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his hard. She balanced him and gave him hope. Lodged completely inside Falyn, Traz knew he could never give her up, her grip on his cock uniquely divine. Traz pumped her, his hands fastened to her hips, holding her still. She panted, trembling underneath him, her pink face and flattened lips attesting to her strength and her resolve not to come until he gave her permission. Traz threw himself into the fucking, recklessly accelerating his desire to meet hers. His grunts excited her more, drawing moans from deep in her throat, and that fed his own passions. His balls drew up tight, the pressure to come growing. Traz grabbed Falyn’s long white hair and twisted the soft strands in his fist, pulling her head back. “Traz, please,” she begged, not for mercy, he knew, her emotions childishly easy to read, but for release, the tremors rocking her body. The torment on her face was more than he could stand. “Come for me, Falyn,” he ordered. “Traz!” she screamed. Falyn bucked upward, lifting her slight form off the console, and Traz leaned over, containing her, trapping her. She slapped her spine against his chest and dove down, smacking her breasts against the hard metal surface, abusing herself front and back. Fuck. She’s wild. Traz struggled to subdue her while suspecting that mission was doomed, the urge to join her undeniable. Falyn clenched her ass around his shaft, severing his fragile control, and he roared her name, drenching her with his cum, his fulfillment coming in hot, hard spurts, ripped straight from his soul. Traz held her while she quieted, her ragged pants leveling to soft breaths. “I’ll die before giving this up, Falyn,” he murmured into her angel hair. “I’ve done the impossible before. I’ll do it again to keep you.”
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“Come here.” Traz pulled Falyn into his lap, her curves covered by his massive shirt. “Be silent and be still.” He pressed his arm against her neck, holding her to his chest as one would subdue a valuable hostage. Falyn relaxed against him, her softness and trust calming him. “Open hailing frequencies, Freedom.” “Video and audio link established.” “Captain Traz of the USS Freedom speaking, presenting a proposition benefiting the Balazoid military,” he droned, his voice devoid of telling emotion. The viewscreen flickered and displayed the face of his enemy. Red eyes shone in a pale face, the assassin’s distinctive white hair smoothed back. The Balazoid was clad in skintight black leather, his muscles lean and defined. “State your proposition, Captain Traz.” His voice echoed as if traveling over a long distance. “I wish to trade future-bender Falyn for your breeder.” Traz’s stomach twisted, his sister’s lowly role infuriating him. “Future-bender Falyn?” The Balazoid leaned toward the screen, his dead eyes scanning Falyn, and Traz batted down the urge to hide her from his view. “It has not been reported missing from its station.” It. Traz growled softly. Falyn gripped his thigh and the contact centered Traz, allowing him to think rationally. “She completed her assignments and the Federation won’t discover I’ve taken her until the next cycle.” He held the Balazoid’s cold gaze. “Timing can be crucial, don’t you agree?” The assassin’s pale lips twitched. “It can be.” He tapped on the controls. “We are being scanned for life forms, Captain,” Freedom informed him. “I don’t have time to waste, Balazoid,” Traz barked, Freedom’s scan already completed, indicating two life forms on the Balazoid fighter ship. “The future-bender for your breeder, yes or no.” “The future-bender for your sister.” The Balazoid’s top lip curled. “You human males with your attachment to your females,” he scoffed, his derision irking Traz. “If
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you wish to negotiate such a ludicrous trade, I won’t stop you. Why would I? For the cost of one replaceable breeder, the glory of capturing the Federation’s prize futurebender could be mine.” He nodded. “’Til we meet, Captain Traz.” “’Til we meet,” Traz repeated, the visual already severed. “Video and audio link ended, Captain,” Freedom verified. “The Balazoid fighter ship has slowed its velocity. Revised timing for interception is three hours, twenty-five minutes, sixteen seconds.” “I don’t trust him.” Falyn said what Traz was thinking. “He was careful not to agree to anything.” She nibbled on her bottom lip. “I wish I had something of his.” “Why?” Traz lowered his arm, freeing her. “So you can see his destined love?” Deep-seated terror that he wouldn’t be able to save the two women he loved made his words harsh. “I’ll tell you what you’ll see, Falyn. Nothing. He’s a killer, incapable of love.” “I might not see anything. You’re right.” She placed her hand over his. “I can’t read everyone, but that doesn’t mean anything. I can’t read you and you’re capable of love.” “Am I?” Traz shoved her off his lap and stood, needing to get away from her and the feelings churning inside him. “You are.” Falyn smiled that serene smile of hers. “Fuck!” Traz bellowed, unable to argue with the truth. He stomped into the corridor, leaving her on the bridge of the Freedom, in control of his ship, his emotions and his heart.
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Chapter Seven Traz fastened the chip to John’s neck and activated it. “Freedom, how many life forms are on board?” “There are three life forms on board, Captain.” Traz turned the chip off. “Freedom, how many life forms are on board?” “There are two life forms on board, Captain.” “Good.” Traz tapped the android’s neck. “Activate this chip when you enter the Balazoid fighter ship, John. You are to protect Falyn at all costs. She is not to be harmed by anyone, including the Balazoid, understand?” “I understand, Captain,” the android dutifully replied. Footsteps danced on the floor, fabric swished and Traz turned. His breath caught as Falyn floated toward him, her sleek form clad in a flowing ivory dress, a smile for him and him alone on her beautiful face. “The dress fits,” he growled, his voice pitched low with desire. “Yes, and so do the shoes.” Falyn stuck one foot out, the slippers matching her dress. “I love them, Traz. I absolutely love them.” She skipped, looking at her feet as she walked. “Aren’t they wonderful?” Traz chuckled, his worries disappearing for the moment. “You’re wonderful. Come here.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. Their bodies collided, curves flattening against muscle. She tilted her head back, her long hair swaying against her ass, and gazed up at him, her violet eyes sparkling with laughter. “This is for you.” Traz pulled the white collar out of his pocket and laid it across his palm. Crystals matching her eyes edged the soft cloth exterior.
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“Traz.” Falyn blinked. Teardrops dangled on her pale eyelashes. “It is beautiful.” She touched the collar with trembling fingertips. “Turn around and hold up your hair,” he instructed gruffly. He looped the collar around her neck, placed the soft fabric over her scars and closed the ends, the fastening fusing permanently. “No one can remove this. You’ll always belong to me.” “Always,” she repeated. A solitary teardrop streaked down her cheek. Traz brushed the wetness away with his thumb. “There’s a tracking signal embedded in it so I can find you in case…in case…” He couldn’t complete the sentence, the thought of losing Falyn unbearable. “If the tracking signal doesn’t work, I’ll meet you on our planet, near the active volcano.” She smiled a bit too brightly, her feigned cheerfulness not fooling Traz. “To the left of the lava flows.” He grazed his fingertip over her lips. “The Balazoid fighter ship has docked,” the ship informed them, ending the tender moment. “Don’t touch any weapons,” Traz reminded Falyn, pushing her toward their destiny, his palm flat on her back. “If you’re armed, he’ll hurt you. Let John defend you.” “I will,” she promised. “My plan will work, Traz. I know it will. He won’t hurt me…badly. I’m too valuable.” Traz growled, disturbed by the thought of her being hurt at all. “Run as far and as fast as you can to the right, away from his personal chambers,” he instructed unnecessarily, the clever plan concocted by Falyn. “I’ll find Sabria, free her and come for you.” He drew Falyn close and brushed her lips with his. “I will come for you, Falyn. You can count on that.” “I know.” She stepped away from him and he reluctantly let her go. “I trust you, Traz.” She joined John near the doors, standing behind the armed android.
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She trusts me. Traz pressed his back against the wall, his body hidden out of sight. Please let me be worthy of her trust. The doors slid open. John released a barrage of shots into the Balazoid ship, using the doorframe as a shield. Falyn hiked up her skirt and ran, dodging the return fire, particle beams zinging dangerously close to her body. Fuck. Traz’s fingers tapped his gun, yearning to protect his woman. John followed Falyn, covering her pert ass, both of his guns blazing. A black shadow tracked them closely. Traz breathed in, breathed out, breathed in, breathed out and darted in the opposite direction. The corridors were brightly lit, deliberately so Traz suspected—no shadows in which to hide. A wall-mounted gun swung toward him, shooting, the beams cutting through the walls. He disabled the weapon with one shot. Floor sweepers rolled in his direction. Traz jumped over the shots and blasted the small bots into pieces, metal clinking against metal. Fuck. The Balazoid is paranoid. Traz shook his head, grudgingly respecting his enemy. He passed an open chamber. A silver chair filled the small space, the arm and leg restraints designed for a small female form. A breeding machine. Traz’s resolve to find Sabria firmed, the thought of his little sister being forced to fuck Balazoids repulsive. He turned left and pain scraped along his right shoulder. Focus or die, inmate. Traz gritted his teeth and blasted the automated guns. He counted the chamber doors. One. Two. Three. He pried the control panel off the wall and slid the card in, interrupting the circuit. The doors slid open. Sabria. His sister lay on a black bedlike structure, her arms and legs stretched wide, her limbs tied with leather straps, her body encased from neck to ankle in body armor. A wide strap was tied around her mouth. Her brown eyes widened as she recognized him. “Stay still,” Traz instructed. He drew the knife from his belt and sliced through the straps, cursing the Balazoid for his sister’s rough treatment. 65
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Sabria yanked the strap away from her mouth. “Traz, what are you doing here?” She rolled off the bed and scrambled to her feet. “Rescuing you. What does it look like?” he drawled. Shots rang out. Falyn screamed, the sound testing Traz’s sanity. “Fuck. We have to go.” He gripped Sabria’s wrist. “Before he hurts her.” “I’m not going anywhere.” Sabria pulled her arm out of his reach. “Do you know who he is? He’s the assassin they call Dreck. Through him, I have access to the Balazoid system.” She touched the back of her neck. “The Federation would--” “Fuck the Federation.” Traz glared at his little sister, not believing his ears. “The Federation put me in prison, Sabria. I don’t care about their stupid war.” The shots continued and his panic increased. “Falyn is in trouble. Come on. We have to leave. Now.” “No.” Sabria crossed her arms under breasts Traz never noticed before. When the fuck had she grown up? “I’m not leaving him.” “Him?” Traz roared. “Falyn was right. You love him. He’s a cold-blooded killer and you love him.” His sister’s cheeks flushed bright red. “Killer? I have a bigger problem with him being an arrogant woman-hating asshole,” Sabria fumed, not denying his accusation. “Shit, Traz. You’re a killer.” She flung her hands in the air. “And I love you. What does being a killer have to do with anything?” Because that killer is tracking the woman I love. “Fuck.” Traz raked his fingers over his scalp and paced, not knowing what to do. The room was silent except for the thud of his heels on the floor. The room was silent. “He has her.” Dread froze Traz in his tracks. “Who?” Sabria narrowed her eyes.
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“Your Balazoid, the assassin they call Dreck, has Falyn, the woman I love.” Traz struggled to breathe, unable to inhale enough air to fill his lungs, his chest tight and his heart hurting. “I risked her, my destiny, everything I’ve ever wanted, for nothing. I can’t lose her, Sabria. It’ll kill me.”
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Her android didn’t make a sound. He eyed his severed limb with a very human expression of disgust, as though his arm had disappointed him by allowing itself to be shot. The shadow crossed the corridor again, its presence closer. “John!” Falyn yelled a warning. John rolled and shot. Particle beams cut into the walls. Lights exploded. Falyn curled her fingers into fists, the effort required to remain still painful. The Balazoid hid in an alcove, shooting and ducking, while her android surged forward, not taking cover. John’s body jerked. His right hand dropped to the floor, brilliantly colored energy burst from his wrist and his gun skittered across the tile. “John, come back here,” Falyn pleaded, beckoning him to her side. “I will protect you,” her android growled, his words unnaturally stretched. He walked forward. “You’ll be deactivated, android.” A figure dressed in black leather stepped into the corridor. He pointed his gun at John. “You—” “Explosive device detected in main sleeping compartment,” a robotic voice notified them. Traz. Falyn’s fading hopes revived. “Fuck.” The Balazoid paused and turned his body slightly, his blood-red gaze shifting from left to right, his attention split between them and the bomb. John rushed, head down, toward the assassin, his movements silent and smooth. Falyn covered her mouth, stifling her scream as he bravely hurled himself into danger, striving to protect her. “If that’s your choice.” The Balazoid calmly aimed. With one blast of his gun, John’s head was severed from his body and his artificial skull bounced on the floor.
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“No!” Falyn, unable to remain still, sprinted forward, desperate to reach her fallen android’s side. “Stop!” the assassin ordered, swinging his gun toward her. Falyn stopped, her brand-new shoes skidding on the tile. “I’m not armed.” She raised her hands, showing him her hands were empty. “See, Mister…Mister…” “My enemies call me Dreck.” His voice echoed in the corridor, as though it came from someone other than him. “And I don’t have friends.” He approached her, his boots not making a sound on the floor. “I could be your first.” Falyn smiled at him. “I think not.” He circled her. Falyn didn’t move. “Yes. You, I’ll trade for something more valuable.” He lifted a strand of her hair. “You’ll be the key to unlocking our freedom.” “Our?” Falyn reached out, placed her hand on his arm and closed her eyes. An image appeared in her mind of a laughing black-haired woman with tanned skin and brown sparkling eyes. “Sabria,” she gasped. “Do not touch me!” the Balazoid bellowed, flinging her hand off him. “Do not touch her,” an achingly familiar voice roared. Traz stood at the end of the long corridor, his guns drawn and his sister positioned beside him. He came for me. Falyn’s heart leapt. “Dreck didn’t hurt me,” she assured Traz. “Yet.” The Balazoid wrapped his arm around her neck and dragged her back against him. The cold muzzle of his gun pressed against Falyn’s forehead. Fear pulsed down Falyn’s spine. “If you kill me like this, she’ll never love you,” she murmured, maintaining a soothingly quiet and steady tone, feigning a confidence she didn’t feel. “Balazoids don’t care about love,” the assassin snapped. “And she’s leaving with him.”
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“I’m not leaving with him.” Sabria stepped forward. “I’m staying with you. I have the code and we’ll disarm the bomb together. I give you my word.” “And I’m to trust you?” Dreck sneered, pain coloring his words. “Yes, you’re to trust me.” As Sabria walked, her body armor creaking, she held the Balazoid’s gaze, awareness arcing between them. “Only me.” Traz is trading his sister for me. Falyn looked toward him and he nodded, his expression grim, yet accepting. “But you have to let them leave unharmed.” Sabria placed her palm on the Balazoid’s arm and he lowered his gun, his body relaxing. “Let her go, Darius.” The assassin released Falyn. “Go.” He shoved her forward and she stumbled. “Quickly, before I change my mind.” “Come, Falyn,” Traz growled. She scooped up John’s detached head and ran toward the man she loved. Traz gripped her hand tightly, his palm reassuringly rough, and he pulled her forward, moving so fast her feet skimmed the floor. He navigated the maze of corridors and Falyn followed blindly, placing her safety on his broad wounded shoulders, blood dripping down his arm, scenting the air. “You’re hurt,” she panted, her lungs aching. “I’ll live.” The doors to their ship slid open and he tugged her into the containment chamber, the site of their first fuck. “Now.” Traz dragged her to him, his hands gripping her ass hard. “Freedom, engage.” The ship rumbled to life around them. Traz looked down at her, his human eye misty. “I wouldn’t have lived if…if…” He swallowed, his throat convulsing. “I know.” Falyn cupped his cheek and brushed her thumb over his scars. “You traded your sister for me.” She watched his face, looking for signs of regret. “Sabria wanted to be traded.” Traz’s lips quirked. “You were right, future-bender. She won’t admit it, but I think she loves him.”
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“He won’t admit it either, but I know he loves her,” she shared, wishing to ease any of Traz’s remaining doubts. Traz chuckled. “You don’t need to be a future-bender to figure that out.” He pinched her chin. “No one puts full body armor on a replaceable breeder.” Falyn laughed. The ship jetted forward and their bodies slammed together, Traz holding her steady. “I remember this.” She smiled up at him. “Do you remember this?” He bent his head and captured her lips with his, his mouth hard and possessive, branding her with his touch.
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Chapter Eight The doors to their shared sleeping chamber slid open and Traz paused, the sight within, proof of Falyn’s unwavering faith in him, enthralling. As instructed, she lay faceup on the covers, her ass positioned on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling above the floor, her body bare except for the collar around her slender neck. “Good girl,” Traz murmured and Falyn’s lips curled into that tantalizingly serene smile, her cheeks flushing at his approval. “The subject has been prepped,” he observed. “We’re ready for the trial run.” He stepped aside, allowing John to enter the room, the android’s retrieved head attached to a metallic frame, every inch of his form gleaming, buffed personally by Traz to ensure no sharp edges. Falyn’s breath hitched, her eyes widened and a tremor rolled up her torso, her small perfect nipples tightening. Traz smiled as her excitement confirmed her unspoken fantasy, a fantasy he was determined to bring to life. “This test is to confirm all of the android’s parts function properly before his form is covered with artificial skin.” Traz crouched between Falyn’s spread legs and examined her pink pussy with a clinical coolness, playing the disinterested scientist. Moisture glistened on her pink folds and an intoxicating musk rose from her body. Traz’s cock hardened. “Subject appears to be properly lubricated.” He swiped her soft skin with his finger and held it up so she saw her juices. “Status confirmed.” He made a note on his tablet. “No self-lubrication necessary.” Traz stepped aside. “Android, mount subject.” John strode forward, light reflecting off his silver form, and Traz admired his work, the product of hours spent in the laboratory thinking about Falyn and what would 72
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please her. Falyn’s gaze dropped to the android’s cock, his shaft smooth, devoid of ridges or veins. John gripped her hips and Traz’s cock pressed against his pants, the contrast of metal against her pale skin visually exciting. The android positioned at her entrance, his sleek cock head skimming over her wetness. Falyn shivered. “Cold.” “Body temperature not adequate.” Traz recorded what he already knew, the coolness designed to enhance the experience. John pushed his silver cock between Falyn’s pink pussy lips, and she moaned, her erotic sounds pulling at Traz’s control. He wanted to be the one to make her moan and to make her come. Her juices oozed down the android’s polished shaft and she arched, her beautiful face red with strain. “He’s bigger.” She noticed the modification. “Not as big as you are, but bigger.” “No one will ever fill you like I do, Falyn.” Traz slipped from his detached role to reinforce their connection. He gently brushed her hair back from her face, the white strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. “Mounting complete,” John informed him, his cock positioned fully inside Falyn’s pussy, his metallic hips pressed against her soft curves. “How does he feel, Falyn?” Traz asked. “Ohhh, fuck.” Her eyelashes fluttered. “He feels good, hard and unyielding and so very smooth.” “Noted.” Traz tapped the tablet, recommencing the role-play. “Android, fuck the subject at low speed.” John rocked back and forth, his metallic ass clenching and unclenching, and Falyn clutched the cover, struggling to control her responses. Traz gazed down at her face, gripped by her unabashed sensuality. Falyn panted, her mouth open and her violet eyes
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wild, as the android rode her dispassionately, fucking her tight gorgeous body as though it was a job he had to do, and not the sexual equivalent of paradise on earth. Unable to resist touching her, Traz caressed her right breast, lazily circling her curves round and round. Falyn writhed and contorted her body, and he chuckled, her needs always easy to read, her face expressive and revealing. He teasingly avoided touching her nipple, skillfully elevating her frustration. “The android can maintain this speed for hours, stimulating the subject while not allowing her to climax,” Traz murmured, his voice deepening with desire. John pumped Falyn’s pussy, his pace as smooth and cool as his frame, his simulated breathing regulated. “Traz,” Falyn begged. Her thighs trembled. Her knuckles whitened as she dug her fingernails into the cover. “Yes, Traz.” He leaned closer, smelling her arousal, her body primed for him. “John’s big metal cock may be plunging in and out of your pretty pussy, but only I can give you release, only I can make you come. Do you want to come, Falyn? Do you want to scream my name?” “Yes, please! Please, Traz.” Tears streaked down her cheeks. Traz cupped her breast, her nipple caught between two of his fingers. “Then come.” He squeezed his fingers together, pinching her sensitive tip. “Traz!” Falyn screamed, her body bowing. Fabric ripped, shredded by her fingers, and she closed her thighs, trapping John’s silver ass between her pale legs. Her convulsing naked form, flushed with passion, tested Traz’s control. His balls ached as he yearned to join her in her release. Soon. Traz bent his head and licked her abused nipple as she shook beneath him. Gradually, Falyn stilled, her eyes closed, her breathing regulating as John continued rocking into her limp body, his rhythm uninterrupted by her orgasm.
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“How do you know me better than I know myself?” Falyn ran her fingers through Traz’s short, dark hair, in awe of his ability to guess her deepest, darkest fantasies. “I love you, Falyn.” Traz lifted his head, one eye cold and mechanical, the other brimming with heated emotion. “I’ll give you anything you want, anything you need.” “Right now, I need you,” she whispered huskily, the cool, metallic cock in her pussy no longer satisfying her. She needed her man, her destined lover, her world. With sharp hard yanks, Traz undressed, seams tearing and clothing ripping. “John, dismount,” he barked, the authority in his voice enticing more wetness from a body Falyn thought drained. Traz pulled her upward, sliding her ass along the cover, the friction of fabric against skin warming her. John, her android, silently withdrew and backed away, not questioning their master. “I need you too.” Traz rolled over her, bracing himself up with one arm, his firm naked form flattening her into the bed, and his lips met hers, possessing her mouth and demanding her submission. Falyn opened to Traz completely, parting her lips, spreading her legs and wrapping her arms around his torso. He took what she offered without hesitation, ravishing her softness. His tongue stabbed into her mouth, his muscles rippled under her fingertips and his shaft rubbed along her wetness. Traz tasted of spice and smelled of leather and mechanical things, a manly combination that never failed to appeal to her. Falyn undulated under him, their tongues twined and their limbs entangled, his hardness a testament to how he’d put her needs and her desires first yet again. “I love you,” she murmured against his lips, those three words inadequate to express what she felt. There was nothing she wouldn’t and couldn’t do for Traz. He held her happiness in his rough hands. He mouthed over her chin, nibbled her jaw and followed the line of her neck. She arched toward him, needing those unyielding lips everywhere. He licked along her 75
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collarbone and she shivered, pushing down on his shoulders, directing him to her breasts. “Be still,” Traz commanded, a hint of humor lilting his words. She whimpered and froze, determined to follow his impossible order, wishing to please him while he pleased her. As he ground his cock into her pussy, Traz circled her left breast, his tongue flat on her curves. His sensual spheres grew smaller and smaller until his lips wisped over her nipple, the contact electric. “Traz,” Falyn cried out, struggling to not move. Traz chuckled and flicked her sensitive flesh, torturing her, and she moaned, her fingertips embedding in his shoulders. He drew her curves into his mouth and sucked, each tug of his lips pulling a response from her pussy. Traz feasted on her until her nipple was elongated and sore and her body throbbed to the rhythm of his mouth. With a sigh of contentment, he dragged his lips across her skin and fastened them over her right breast, repeating his erotic torture. Falyn panted, her clit rubbed again and again by the rim of his cock head, the pressure decadent and delicious, the slow continual contact spiraling her passion upward. “I want you, Traz.” “Then guide me into you.” He raised his hips, his muscles contracting under his tanned skin. Falyn slid her palm down his chest, over his defined abs, and curled her fingers around his shaft, savoring his girth. His cock bobbed, a purely human reaction her android was unable to replicate. “Falyn.” Traz growled a warning and Falyn smiled, thrilled that her touch could compromise his control. He shifted against her, his chest rumbling with discontent. Falyn positioned him at her entrance and Traz pushed into her, stretching her, cramming her body with cock as no one else could. She felt all of him, the bloom of his cock head, the raised veins on his shaft and the tickle of his pubic hair. Falyn moaned as
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his base pressed against her pussy lips, the fullness exquisite, the constant connection between them strengthening. “This is what I needed.” Falyn nibbled on the marred skin at Traz’s neck, the collar burns proof of his strength, mementoes of a past he’d overcome. Traz tilted his head, allowing her more access to his prison scars. “I’m what you need.” He twirled a strand of her hair around his index finger. “You are,” Falyn agreed without hesitation. “You’re all I need.” She pushed her hips up, taking him deeper. “Yes.” Traz moved slowly, leisurely rocking into her, his pace unhurried. Falyn rose into his advances, her curves meeting his muscles, her breasts pushing against his chest, her hips colliding with his. Traz lifted his head, their gazes met and Falyn’s heart skipped a beat. The brown in his human eye had darkened to the pitch-black of uninhabited space, and his tanned skin was flushed, his desire written on his scarred face. Her own passion built, fed by his blatant arousal, raw, rough emotion winding around her body tighter and tighter. “Faster.” Falyn hooked her ankles behind his ass and pushed her heels down on him, urging him to increase the velocity of his thrusts. “Fuck.” Traz grunted into her ear as he labored overtop of her, driving into her harder and deeper, his hips smacking against her skin and heating her flesh. She clung to him, holding on securely, never wishing to let him go. A layer of wetness covered his form, physical evidence of his efforts. Traz, her rough, tough, demanding man, worked for her, striving to please her, and everything he asked of her in return, Falyn gave, knowing Traz would never harm her, trusting he’d satisfy her, believing in their love and in their future. I want him. I need him. I love him. Falyn clutched Traz closer, holding her destined mate in her arms, feeling alive, loved and the equal of any woman she’d ever seen in images.
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They fucked madly and passionately, without thought and without control, his wildness escalating hers. Their ship raced toward no man’s land, a territory governed by neither the Federation nor the Balazoid, and Falyn hurtled toward fulfillment, her pussy humming and her thighs shaking. She panted, her chest constricting, her breathing ragged, and she raked her nails over Traz’s back, marking him as hers. “Falyn.” He rounded his spine, his lips finding her right breast, and she jerked, her abused flesh sensitive to his touch. “Come for me, love.” Traz bared his teeth and bit down on her nipple, the sharp pain splintering her senses. “Traz!” Falyn cried out, her voice hoarse and her lungs aching. She bucked, crashing their bodies together, and she clenched down on his shaft, capturing him for her own. “Falyn,” Traz bellowed, his roar deafening her, and he drove deep, spurting hot soothing cum into her throbbing pussy. His hips pinned hers to the bed and she churned under him, struggling to free herself. A shudder rolled over Traz and he collapsed, flattening Falyn, his form heavy and suffocating. She squeaked a protest. He grunted and flipped onto his back, taking her with him. Falyn squirmed, searching for the most comfortable spot on his hard, muscular body, and he clamped down on her wiggling ass, forcing her to be still. “I love you so much, Traz.” She sighed, resting her cheek against his heaving chest. “I’ll love you forever, Falyn.” He petted her, his fingers tangling in her hair. “You may not have foreseen this, but loving you is and will always be my destiny. I give you my vow.” Falyn smiled as she closed her eyes, believing in Traz’s vow more than in any image she could ever envisioned. He will love me forever.
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About the Author Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali and Chicago.
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