Feral Series IV: Feral Fallout (20 page)

Gods. My mind would melt away next, pouring out onto the bed between my legs. “Sol, I need you!"

All I heard was that evil chuckle.

Did he think he competed with a !Dakos warrior's augmented penis? I'd teach him not to jack around. “Sol! Get back up here and fuck me before I get Flonn in here to finish what you started with his augmented penis."

Sol froze.

Was that a challenge? I managed to lift my head, panting, to find my golden sun King studying me with a mask of disbelief. “You're lying. He told you that, right, little tick? Because there's not much to augment."

Oh, was my bright sun so wrong. “You hurry. And I'll tell you everything.” I winked and rocked my hips against his iron body. Gods. The weight of him is divine. “And don't you worry, baby. I'm not trading you for anything."

He growled with way too much delight and went back to licking my bloody ribs.

I couldn't do anything but wriggle, flinch, and sob.

My soul somersaulted inside my womb.

Begging. Pleading.

Down, he headed down to thrust his fiendish tongue into my navel. Sucking the breath out of me. Sending me into a fit of gasping. And then the depraved fiend slithered his wet tool of torture across by trembling belly, even farther down, between my nether folds. It was truly impossible the speed at which my heart raced as I wallowed on my back, bucking against his tormenting teeth as they nibbled at my clit. Trapped. So very trapped in the mattress.

So tenderly he toyed with me. Yet so demanding. Like I was being punished. Or he tried to prove himself. Not my Sol. He was a freaking king! Especially in bed. No augmentations or special powers necessary. He just
knew
what he was doing.

He clamped those sharp little teeth down tighter on my aching tender nub and sucked.

My body snapped off the bed.

Right into his persistent mouth. His solid head stopped me from flipping over his shoulders. But my body's momentum didn't stop him. He just kept right on making me feel so damnably hollow.

Empty. I'd explode. Into a million flying fragments if he didn't try to plug up the burgeoning steam inside me with his enormous erection. Gods. Talk about the Big Bang. I grabbed his head for support while my head lolled backward.

So damned heavy—my head. Hanging there. I just closed my eyes and waited for someone to decapitate me and put me out of my misery. “Be done with it already, Solvun!"

His bite opened and metamorphosed into a swirling tongue trying to tease me to death.

Not any better. “Please, Sol. Please."

His hands shoved me backward.

Onto the forgiving rumpled bedding. And he crawled up my body on his hands at my sides. One slow agonizing movement at a time, rocking the bed and every strung-out wired-to-Hell-and-back cell in my being.

"Sol,” I whined. “Please. Please, make love to me."

His chest sank glorious weight into mine, pushing me even further down into the bedding, and he slowly rubbed his stubbled chin across my cheek to my ear. “Don't forget you're my Queen, D'ena. Mine to love. Mine to torment.” He lunged his hips toward me, sinking his enormous shaft inside my clenching channel.

So blessed perfectly. I cracked my eyelids to find him staring down at me.

"Mine,” he said.

"Yes. Yes. Oh, yes, Sol.” And I matched his movements. Stroke by blessed stroke.

He stared at me while he plucked at my soul's strings he had overly tightened until I couldn't face the onslaught of amazing tension mushrooming inside me with my eyes open. I dug the back of my head into the bedding and screamed.

He grabbed a handful of his headboard and held his chest off mine, thrusting harder and faster. And roared.

The world stilled. Or he did.

His solid presence inside me burst with molten heat.

He grabbed the headboard with his other hand and quickly pumped his seed into my soul. Arching his lower back. Biceps bulging with creases making him look like someone had stitched balloons beneath his skin.

Watching the way his body moved like a finely-tuned muscle, fit, agile, sent me for another loop. I squealed and gasped, focusing on wringing every drop he had to offer inside me. To keep it there. To care for it.

How stupid was that? I'm already pregnant.

His thrusts died into a nudge. He released one grip on the headboard, then the other. To carefully rest his weight atop me.

Magnificent weight that made me delirious before and after sex. So all-consuming. So everywhere. I loved being trapped beneath him. Or was I stuck on him? The man? Since we were mated for life, a growing attachment to the King was beneficial for me. Something more than my being his sex toy.

"If you're finished, Solvun, Flonn has food and clothing for Theo."

"Gods-be-damned, you both. Can't a warrior make love to his D'ena without being interrupted?” Sol cursed.

"I believe you have finished. Unless there is something I am unfamiliar with in your sexual habits,” M'yote droned.

"Gods damn you, M'yote. Telling me what I can and can't do. I'll beat the shit out of you, little brother. In a minute.” Solvun snarled, hefting off of me with a shove, and climbed off the bed, yanking his gaping pants up and shut.

Solvun had to be joking. Or there would be trouble. I rolled to the opposite side of the bed and threw my feet to the floor.

Flonn stood quietly two steps away, smiling at me, holding a covered tray and some leather slung over his arm. His sword handle jutted above one shoulder. He'd donned those forearm cuffs. Maybe they were for fighting? Deflecting blows from the big-ass swords like the one slung over his shoulder?

Someone grunted behind me.

Can't my husbands behave? I whirled.

M'yote was plastered against a wall, rubbing his chin, thanks to Solvun.

They'd fought. By the looks of M'yote, the King was to blame. “Dammit, Sol!” I stormed butt-naked around the bed's end.

Sol raked a handful of fingers through his hair where he leaned back against one of the bedposts.

We were going to be in close quarters for awhile. He needed to learn some respect. “You smug, bastard.” I went for his throat with a kick.

His arm shot out, and he grabbed my ankle. “Easy, little tick. This isn't between you and I. Flonn,” he flicked a gaze at my cyborg, “can you keep her out of the way until I finish with M'yote?"

"This has nothing to do with me. And Theone is right. M'yote has done nothing to deserve a beating."

"Well then,” Sol shoved me across the room at M'yote, “I've got better things to do than stand around here listening to this rebellion."

M'yote caught me.

Almost too carefully. As if the display had been planned.

Sol strode toward the door, slammed his palm down on the lock's video pad, stepped across the threshold, and shot us a peeved stare. “You all make yourselves at home until I feel up to throwing your asses out of my personal quarters. Because when I return, that's exactly what I'm doing if anyone gives me the slightest complaint."

The door slammed tight.

Somebody say something. Anything. But only Flonn moved to place the tray on Sol's desk. I guess we'd had our little scuffle to set the ground rules for roomies. And only Sol got to make the rules.

"
If it's your child, Flonn, there is little chance of it surviving your huv'ria's pregnancy where you've housed your soul at the bottom of compound. Think logically. Move your huv'ria back into your quarters and take her when necessary to mate with her Prall mates
.” Rom's plea abruptly quieted.

"
Father, this is the perfect opportunity to worm into the King's confidence and skirt him and M'yote away to Prall with my huv'ria. I can become part of the high King's clan
.
Monitor the King's actions. And learn if Theone knows the coordinates to the colony
."

"
You haven't thought this plan through. How will you convince them to leave with you
?
And more so, how do you expect them to believe you've just changed allegiances
?"

I can act. “
We'll escape using The Savior. It will look like a freak occurrence. And I will save them during the escape. I will appear to be the one who saves them all
."

"
What do you hope to achieve from this venture
?
A name for yourself
?"

As always, age made a person insulting. “
I thought working off-world to acquire information crucial to the !Dakos would please you
.
All my efforts would protect our rights to our colony
."

"
Solid argument, Flonn. But you are so young. You think with your instincts. Not with your head. I only see you working to save your huv'ria
."

How could he not see the logic behind my planting myself for the greater good of all !Dakos? “
You only see what you want to see, Father. My plan benefits both you and I
."

"
Do what you must to make it work then. I do not wish to be humiliated by another son with dreams of starting a family so young
.
Be cautious. Always think of your people when forced to choose between your head and your heart
."

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Cybernetics... “offers a method for the scientific treatment of the system in which complexity is outstanding and too important to be ignored.” ~W. Ross Ashby

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"I hate lying to Flonn,” I spoke directly into the shell of M'yote's ear as hot water pelted our skins.

He caressed me gently with his tingling washboard abs pressed against my ribs. “Say what must be said,” he murmured and planted kisses on my cheek. “He will be our only chance to bolt for your ship. We need him to think you're dying. Think of the baby."

Wrank's child. Oh, what a mess this mission twisted into. “And Wrank?"

"If you want a fourth mate, we'll go for him. But only after we've freed ourselves from this prison. Until then, our goal is to escape."

"Alright. Sol is happy with this plan?"

"It's his plan. Just like punching me this morning."

Fine. Thanks for letting me in on the strategy. But I wasn't about to dump my !Dakos warrior anywhere if Sol got a wild hair to ditch his ass in space or on a planet. Flonn had a heart. And even if he didn't think so, I could tell there was a soul hidden deeply inside his heart. I just had to jiggle it out of him. I'll be damned if I was going to use him and toss him aside. Not after he tried to save me when I was ill.

"Flonn,” Theone whispered where she stood beside my chair.

The lights barely glowed at ten percent so the others could sleep even though my !Dakos warrior's vision operated almost as well at night as infrared vision.

Why did she want to speak now? She should be sleeping. So should I. I hadn't slept since speaking to my father after Solvun had wandered off to play cards with other inmates. Rom left me with one thought. What would I do if something happened to my soul? Or her child? Would I be strong enough to do my father's bidding? I had to serve the !Dakos. Even if pretending to be the Prall nobles social brother. I'd have my
huv'ria
then. Yes, she was the only thing important now.

"Flonn.” She poked my upper arm carefully.

Probably thought she would frighten me out of a sleep. But my brain had adjusted to her smell, voice, and touch. I'd never hurt her.

What did she want? I opened my eyes.

She smiled at me through the shadows, holding the wisp of a blanket I'd brought earlier with the !Dakos silver pants and shirt she now wore. “May I sit with you?"

Of course. Although, she seemed determined to bend to Sol's will and sleep in the bed with the King earlier. I shifted my arms to the hard arm rests, even though they were uncomfortable. I hadn't rested my arms there for hours. A little time now won't hurt anything.

She settled atop my lap, sideways where she could lean one side of her body into my chest. “I missed you,” she whispered and pulled a blanket over herself. “Is it alright if I sleep with you?” She tilted her head up and softly kissed my neck.

A shiver raced through my body.

Down to my groin.

This was madness. The bastard King snored soundly in his bed. While my soul teetered on my lap.

But she desired to be with me. From that I knew I'd made the best choice in caring for her needs. In plotting a way to take her off Treusch. Whatever came of the feigned escape would come. I'd still be with her. Had to be with her. Father was right. I was operating on instinct instead of logic.

She tucked her nose into my neck and yawned. “Wish we had another bed you and I could crawl into. I don't like you sitting alone all night in this damned chair."

"!Dakos warriors are used to being alone,
huv'ria
.” I planted a kiss on her warm forehead.

"Well, so is Sol. I can sleep with you as much as I sleep with him."

"Yes, you can.” I snaked my arms around my soul. “Now, rest."

Solvun stood beside his brother in the shadows of his bedchamber.

"
Look at them
,” M'yote said in mindspeak to me as we tried to keep quiet and watch Flonn holding Theone. “
She didn't have to sleep in that chair with him
."

Since the prison walls were built to block mindspeak, I spoke freely to my brother. “
She told him she missed him. That he had every right to sleep in the bed too
."

"
She's acting. Her job was to infiltrate facilities and cultures back on her home world. She does her job as smoothly as you command the masses of Prall, the other prisoners, and the enemy
."

Damn his insinuation. “
She is not acting in bed with me
!"

"
I do not think she acts in bed with any of us. And it's Flonn's turn to mate. So prepare yourself for his !Dakos pheromones setting off their mating frenzy
."

"
How can you expect me to just stand by and watch him fuck her? She can't be doing so of her own volition. It's his pheromones that make her spread her legs. We should be saving her from him
."