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Somehow the cock sucking had seemed normal at the time, not the act of shameless debauchery that he considered it in retrospect.

The silence reminded him that Brendan had asked a question. “I have no idea. Buy whatever you think they’d like.”

After the slave left, Giles wondered. Had the eunuch been eyeing the bulge between his legs while he stood there, his head bowed? Had he been imagining himself whole again and wearing the uniform of Earth’s Federation Star Command?

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“Where did you send Brendan?” Star asked when Giles stepped back inside the cockpit and began fiddling with settings on the control panel.

She loved the way Giles looked in his body-hugging black uniform—strong, invincible, able to protect her from any sort of harm. Strangely, though, she saw him as more vulnerable clothed than he had been stark naked, shackled to a fucking frame while he licked her cunt and Brendan sucked his cock. Not to mention the mechanical dildo that had reamed his ass.

She had to fight an incredible compulsion to hug him, kiss the worried expression off the handsome face that was so much like their daughter’s.

“I sent him on an errand. He should be back any moment now.” Her mind was full of images, of Giles performing all sorts of daring feats, routing sky pirates. She recalled stories from her childhood, told by exiled Earthlings who’d revered the prime manhood of their planet, the chosen ones who patrolled the galaxy for the legendary Star Command. She’d known since the first time he came to her for pleasure that Giles had to be among the best of them.

Brendan had explained that Giles risked his manhood by indulging the human need for other humans, even when light-years away from home as he still was bound by the rules of Star Command as well as by Federation edicts.

When she noticed the long silence she asked if this was the spacecraft he piloted when on duty.

He shook his head. “I command a starfighter. It’s smaller, faster and better armed than this transporter. I brought it here to Obsidion so it could be serviced during the holiday. The Star Command grants furloughs to a good many of us at this time of year, and this year was my turn for leave.”

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“That surprises me. I never imagined sky pirates taking off to celebrate the holiday.”

“We don’t, at least not all of us. But it seems many of the bad guys celebrate, too, so Star Command grants holiday leave to each pilot every other year. Enough patrols stay on duty that the galaxy should be safe to travel.” Star smiled. “I trust you to take good care of us. How long will the journey take?”

“By my calculations we should land on Eastphalia tomorrow about seventeen hundred hours.”

“Would you like for me to pleasure you now?” When Star perched on the edge of the control console, tiny bells attached to her nipples tinkled, sending tiny shock waves to her cunt.

Giles glanced toward the sound of the bells and smiled. “Later. As soon as your slave returns, we will be on our way. Blastoff will require my full attention.” He reached out, caught one bell and gently tugged it. “You didn’t have nipple rings last night.”

“I take them out when I’m working.”

He scowled at her. “You just offered to go back to work, didn’t you?” It took a second for his question to register with her. “No. I offered to share some pleasure with you. Because it pleases me to do so, not because I expect payment. I’m on holiday, off to celebrate the season with my daughter…and her father.” He had the decency to look sheepish. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He swiveled the command seat around and patted his thighs. “Come here.” When she obeyed and moved onto his lap, he cupped her breasts, making the bells jingle and her cunt go wet. She felt his strength—the hard muscles of his thighs beneath her own, the insistent pulsing of his half-hard cock against her ass and the slow, steady beating of his heart against her back as he fondled her. And she knew she wanted him, not just for a holiday night, but for forever.

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That was a foolish fantasy, she knew. Their forever would end with this holiday season, because the mere idea of a Federation Star Commander giving up his exalted position to mate with a Pleasure Mistress like her was so ridiculous as to be laughable.

Star snuggled back against Giles’ muscular chest.

She’d enjoy what time they had and not ask for the impossible.

But when she felt his cock fully erect and straining between her thighs, she turned, loosened his trousers and took his huge package in her hands. “It may be a half-hour before Brendan returns. If it pleases you, I could give you a quick orgasm, release the tension I’m feeling here.”

A feral smile transformed his face into that of a determined satyr. Standing, he set her down and looked as though he would eat her alive. “I don’t want a blowjob right now. And I want to wait and fuck your delightful cunt when I can devote the entire night to our mutual pleasure. Bare your bottom for me and bend over the seat in front of the console. I will fuck your tight ass while we wait for the slave.” He couldn’t resist her. Though every sexual move she made said “accomplished Pleasure Mistress”, he couldn’t regard her with the expected Earthling disdain. Not when she stripped gracefully and followed his command to the letter, bending over the chair so her taut asshole was exposed, still a little damp from the internal cleansing from earlier.

Bending, he rimmed her until she squirmed. Her little moans when he tightened his tongue and worked it barely inside her tight hole made him harder than he’d ever been.

“Oh, yes. That feels so good.” She encouraged him as no other woman or sexbot had ever done. His scrotum drew up tight to his throbbing erection, as though reminding him they had little time before blastoff. Keeping his tongue busy in her clean-tasting ass, he used both hands to drop his pants while he wet her with his saliva.

Then he straightened and guided his cock to her hole. She was so hot, so wet, that when he flexed his hips and breached her tight anal sphincter she took all of him.

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“Oh Gods, Master. Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard. I love how your monster cock stretches my ass.”

A keening sound escaped her lips when he nearly withdrew then thrust hard into her. Over and over, so many times he lost count, but he managed to hold out. He used his hands on her nipples to take her higher, feed her arousal.

She became incredibly tight around him, flexing well-trained muscles. Muscles that drew out a fierce orgasm.

As Giles slumped over her sated body, Brendan announced his presence by bending and rimming his asshole by way of greeting.

Giles didn’t mind as he thought he would. He realized then that he had accepted Star’s slave. Brendan would serve him, but as a caring master he would have to cater to Brendan’s own limited needs. “You may continue later, slave. Now we need to be on our way.”

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The transporter hurtled through the blackness of space toward Eastphalia, its course programmed as fully as Giles’ life had been since he’d been tapped as a teenager for the Star Command. He checked the control panel one last time before unbuckling his seat belt and heading, by force of habit, for the crew’s sleeping quarters.

His cock twitched. This time there would be no sexbot, but Star and, he guessed, the eunuch who had joined her for blastoff once he’d given Giles the gifts he’d been sent to select.

This pleasure that was consuming Giles couldn’t go on once the solstice passed.

Perhaps when they returned to Obsidion, he’d visit Pak Song and upgrade his sexbot.

Something told him the old sexbot maker’s finest wouldn’t hold a candle to Star, though.

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He opened the hatch to the small sleeping room, eager not for sleep, but for more of the incredible, forbidden sensations. More of Star. And, his conscience whispered, more forbidden services from her eunuch slave.

When he saw Star lying on the sleeping couch, Giles gasped. Her body glistened, all gold and glitter and silver bells dangling from her reddened nipples. The robed and hooded eunuch knelt at the edge of the narrow cot, her legs draped over his shoulders as he applied more of the arousing red substance to her cunt lips while she moaned with apparent delight.

“Do not. It is Giles I burn for.”

Brendan rose, bowed. “She is ready for you, Master. May I make you ready for her?”

Giles needed no further stimulation than seeing her, smelling her sweet musk, hearing her call out for him. His cock was hard as stone and his balls ached with the need to come. “I appreciate the offer, but I need no foreplay. Nothing but the sight of your mistress.”

As Giles tore off his garments and sank to his knees where the eunuch had been, guilt nagged at him. Though he was whole, he had known yearning, had sometimes fantasized about taking a man’s cock, feeling live flesh while it stretched his ass.

He turned, found the eunuch at the door. “Stay, slave. You may fuck my ass while I fuck your mistress.”

“I cannot.” Brendan’s incredibly sad expression tore at Giles’ conscience. “But I will gladly use Mistress Star’s dildo if it pleases you.” The slave sounded eager. Pathetically so. Giles couldn’t deny him whatever small pleasure he still could enjoy. “It will please me greatly. First I will prepare her. Then as we start to fuck, you may join in the fun.”

With that, Giles went on his knees. He gorged himself on her nectar, inhaling the mingled scents of sex and honey. Her little clit hardened, swelling against his tongue.

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She whimpered when he slid his hands along her slick, satiny skin and clutched her full, firm breasts. The sounds aroused him as nothing else ever had.

Tugging gently at her nipple rings, he made her bells ring, their sounds no longer muffled by her clothing. His own nipples tingled, the flesh hardening against the small rings that pierced them.

As hard as he tried, he couldn’t banish the tender emotions that welled up inside him, couldn’t bury them in the heat of his passion…and hers. He had to, though.

Couldn’t let himself be seduced into throwing away all he’d worked for, lived for.

Desperate, he moved onto the sleeping couch and dug his fingers into her lush flesh as he positioned his cock head at the hot, wet entrance to her cunt and plunged inside.

“Fuck me now,” he told Brendan. His cock throbbed so hard in Star’s wet cunt that he barely registered the tightness when Brendan worked the large dildo carefully into his anus.

How could he notice the dildo when she was gripping him with tight inner muscles, as though she didn’t want to let him go? Her little whimpers told him she liked him to fuck her hard and fast, liked the feel of his cock inside her, his weight on her as he plunged his cock into her cunt and his tongue deep into her mouth. His back stung from the bite of her nails—the bite of passion, not the practiced technique of a Pleasure Mistress.

Gods help him, he wanted to make this last. It wasn’t going to happen, though. He was too close to the edge. His balls tightened. When she screamed and her cunt convulsed wildly around his cock, he began to spurt his hot, wet semen.

Not into a sexbot or a sterile depository but into a living, breathing woman. Not a Pleasure Mistress but just a woman. A woman who’d taken his seed, nurtured it, and borne his child.

When he was spent, it finally dawned on him that Brendan was still there, his breath tickling Giles’ hair. And he felt the dildo still embedded in his ass. “Stop now, slave,” he ordered gruffly.

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Then Giles did what no self-respecting starfighter would do. Rolling off Star to spare her his weight, he gathered her in his arms and held her. He breathed in the heady fragrance of her perfume and rested his head on the soft pillow of her breasts.

Worse, he made room on the bed for Brendan and even enjoyed the sensation of being sandwiched between mistress and slave, both of whom had contributed to his pleasure.

As he drifted off to sleep he imagined a life with her, a life adrift in a universe that would no more accept him than it did her. A life that would by necessity include their child and the Earthling eunuch who was her sex slave.

When he was lying in their arms the prospect didn’t seem all that terrible.

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“Why did you buy the eunuch?” Giles asked Star when she joined him at the command center of the small transporter in preparation for their landing on Eastphalia.

“Does he provide you pleasure?”

That sounded suspiciously like jealousy, an emotion distinctly rare in clients of a Pleasure Mistress. “No. I bought Brendan to help me pleasure my clients. He’d been working in the Sex Emporium too long, and he didn’t react well to the testosterone patches they made him wear.”

“So, he’s…”

“Yes. He’s incapable of fucking now, but I believe his giving pleasure to others—

male or female—provides him with a small measure of satisfaction. Did you not enjoy his attention?”

Giles snorted. “I enjoy yours more.”

What a typical macho reaction of an Earthling starfighter.
Star tried hard to squelch a grin. “Yes. I could tell. Will you tell Gillian she’s your daughter?”

“I want to. Looking at her on the communicator screen… Well, seeing her did something to me. Seeing myself in her eyes, in the light hair I had before it was removed to comply with the regulations for members of Star Command—well, it was a heady experience. Somehow I’d never considered until I saw her that there might be hundreds of children at the breeding farms back home, children I’ll never know. How do you—”

“You may tell her. Here on Eastphalia, there’s no shame in what I do and no stigma on children born to Pleasure Mistresses. There’s also no prejudice against Earthlings.

We will teach Gillian to be proud her father is a member of the Federation Star Command.”

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