At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew)

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Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

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At Drogan’s

Command

Hades Helmet Crew Book One

Selena Illyria

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At Drogan’s Command

Copyright © 2013 by Selena Illyria

ISBN: 978-1-940223-39-1

Edited by Julian Smith

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First Etopia Press electronic publication: September 2013

~ Dedication ~

For Jess, Cyn, Jodi, Lena, Dawn Roberto, EP and Julian. Thank you all.

Prologue

Shivers of anticipation ran through her body.

Rena Morrigan clasped the bars of her cell and waited. Her body felt tight, her nipples ached, and she was on fire with need. Heavy footsteps heralded the start of her fantasy. She swallowed. Finally, a droid stepped into the dim overhead light of a single bulb. The droid was dressed as the captain of a space vessel.

Rena trembled as images of Captain Drogan Carter surfaced in her mind. Where the robot had been designed to look appealing, even pretty, Rena wanted the captain’s strong, square jaw, the scars that ran through his left eye. She wanted imperfections like the bump where his slightly hooked nose had been broken and not properly set. She wanted his hooded blue eyes looking back at her.

The robot’s shoulders weren’t as broad as Drogan’s, and the uniform seemed to be ill-fitted on the droid. Rena shook her head. She wouldn’t nitpick. This was her fantasy and she was going to pretend that the person standing before her was Drogan and no one else. She waited for the fantasy to officially begin.

The sex droid placed his hands on his hips and stared at her, dark red eyes roaming over her form. Rena sucked in a deep breath.

“Do you know why you’re here?” the droid asked.

“I swear, Captain, I did not do what they are accusing me of,” Rena insisted, following the script she had written.

“How can you possibly explain having drinks with a known criminal? He is wanted in all five of the known galaxies. His poster is up everywhere. Now tell me you did not know.”

Rena insisted. “Please, I didn’t know.”

The droid shook his head. “You’re lying to me and there must be consequences.”

Rena’s pussy clenched and her panties became moist. The door to her cell slid open and the robot stepped inside. She let go of the bars, turning to face him.

“Take off your clothes and get on your knees.”

She was about to open her mouth to protest, when two robots stepped into the cell behind the first. They walked around the captain and took hold of Rena’s arms. Her body shook as the men held her in place. The captain came toward her, his expression softening.

“Please don’t make me interrogate you. Please don’t push me to do this.” His deep baritone was edged with gruffness.

“I didn’t know.” Every nerve in her body was alive and on fire.

“Release her. I’ll be questioning her alone.”

The other robots let her go and left the cell. The door slid closed with a soft whoosh.

The Captain started to undress, unbuckling his weapons belt. He placed the strap on a nearby table. He then stripped to the waist. He grabbed a chair and placed it before Rena and pointed to it.

“Undress and sit down,” he ordered in his deep, gruff baritone.

With shaking hands, Rena began to undress, dropping her clothing to the floor. Then sat down in the chair and crossed her legs. The robot walked around her slowly, then bent down and placed his hands on the back of her chair, leaning in close.

“If you won’t cooperate, I will have to
make
you do what I say.” His voice was a low, husky whisper. “Now, uncross your legs and spread them. I want to see your sweet pussy. I can smell your desire. I know you want this. You want me. You can’t deny it.”

Rena did as commanded and waited for his next command, but the droid pulled back. The tips of his fingers brushed Rena’s cheeks before he straightened to his full height.

The captain finished undressing. His thick cock sprang up, the head an angry purplish red.

Rena longed to see a pearlescent drop of desire at the slit. Although his cock looked lifelike enough, she wanted the real thing. She gave herself a mental shake, imagining it was Drogan before her and not an android programmed for her pleasure. This was her fantasy, the only way she would ever make her secret dreams and desires come true. Taking a deep breath she watched as the android walked over to one of the cell’s windows and ripped down one of the curtains that framed the barred façade.

The droid moved over to Rena, the delicate, shredded, opaque cloth trailing behind him, his cock bobbing gently with each step. He walked around her to the back of the chair.

“Bring your hands together until your palms are touching.”

Rena’s heartbeat sped up, hammering against her rib cage as the droid wrapped the ripped curtain around her wrists, tying them together tightly. She tested her bonds and found she couldn’t get free.

The droid walked into her line of vision. His cock appeared before her face.

Rena blinked, remembering her other fantasies that had been played out—three men at once, two men in several different positions. She shivered.

The droid came closer, until his cock was mere inches away from her face.

Rena conjured Drogan before her. If he had been in front of her, she would have kissed the tip of his shaft before she took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the crest. She wanted to taste him, to inhale the musky male scent of him.

The man before her dropped down to his knees and Rena watched as he placed his hands on each of her legs, spreading them farther apart. Her heart was beating out of control. Rena forgot how to breathe. Sweat beaded on her brow as the android between her thighs moved closer to her pussy. Time seemed to still as she waited for his first touch. A jolt of electricity went through her as the tip of his tongue trailed over the seam of her nether lips. She jumped but did not make a sound. He teased her slowly, taking his time as he explored her sex. With his thumbs he pulled back her nether lips, exposing the aching bud.

Rena stilled, waiting for his next move.

“You want this, don’t you? You want me to suck your clit?”

“Yes.” She didn’t care that her voice had come out shaky and breathless.

He gently flicked the nub with just the tip of his tongue. Heat skittered through Rena’s body with that all-too-brief touch.

“Tell me what I need to know and I’ll give you what you need.”

“I can’t tell you what I don’t know. Please, just fuck me,” she pleaded.

He flicked her clit again and pulled back. “No.”

“Drogan, please, fuck me.” She didn’t even realize her slip until it was too late. She was going off script. All day long on the ship she saw him, and when she closed her eyes, she saw him in her dreams. This was her time to finally live out the fantasies she could never have with him in reality.

She looked down at the android, who moved his head back to her pussy.

“No”—flick—”not until you”—lave—“tell me”—lick—”what I want”—swipe—”to hear.”

Rena let out a frustrated growl, trying to move her hips forward as far as they would go, but the droid pulled his head back and looked up at her.

“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll fuck you,” he urged.