The Amazing Tales of Wildcat Arrows (19 page)

"Ah."

"Have you ever done that?" Her head fell back against his shoulder.

"No one ever expected it of me," he said quietly.

"I guess I'll be the first; just as you were mine."

His heart thumped. "What did I tell you, Red . ." His breath skittered along her collarbone as he caressed her lovingly with his hands and body. "Be careful what you wish for."

"I'm hardly worried. You are bound to do anything I ask of you."

"Am I?" He wedged his thigh between her legs.

Lucky clasped the muscular arms that were tightly encircling her waist. His hand spread out across her lower stomach; the fingers trailing into her nether curls. Sinking down until they became tangled by the moist strands.

He tugged lightly—just enough for it to be arousing.

Then his middle finger dipped between the folds.

Her dew saturated his fingers. "You didn't overstate the case, I see."

He rubbed the edge of his hand along the buttery folds of her labia. Back and forth. His other hand continued to tease and flick at the hardened nipple of her breast.

"Take my breast in your mouth," she breathed. "On your knees in front of me."

Kerreth hesitated a fraction of time before sliding around to her front. A dimple curved his handsome face as he knelt. "This is a fantasy, isn't it?"

"For me or for you, Masterstroke?" She gazed down at him with veiled eyes.

He shrugged. "Does it matter? As long as I make us both happy?"

He captured her breast with his mouth and drew sharply on the peak.

"Oh!" She stood up on tiptoe, almost trying to avoid the intense sensation of him tugging on her there.

As he suckled, his tongue swirled around her nipple, flicking and pressing. While doing this, his palms cupped her buttocks to bring her closer. "You can't get out of it that easily," his voice was muffled against the plump curve of her breast.

Lucky threw back her head and moaned as a line of pulsing fire flashed from the peak of her breast right down to her center core.

Kerreth captured the tip with his teeth and lightly grazed.

The throbbing sensations became so strong that Lucky was afraid she was going to peak to soon. "I—I think you should stop—"

"Not yet."

He rubbed his chest against her midriff, and her groin slid against his torso. Her juices coated his skin. Kerreth shivered at the feel of all that rich dew washing over him.

At the intoxicating scent infusing him.

"
Lucky
," he breathed.

She cried out for him.

He rose and walked behind her. "What else did this fantasy man do?" His voice was hoarse with desire.

"He made fierce love to the woman," she sighed. "I want you to do that to me. I want to feel you go wild like that. I want you to become savage inside me."

Kerreth groaned. How much could a man take? "You don't want that, Red. Trust me."

"I do want it!" She pressed back against him, tight. "Okay, do it! I order it. You can't refuse."

"It will be as you desire, then. Just remember; I warned you."

With that foretoken, he clasped her hips and without further ado swiftly impaled her on his throbbing shaft.

Lucky yelled out her shock—and pleasure.

"IS SOMETHING WRONG, MISS LUCKY?"

"Shut up and go away, Minmei! Geesh!" Lucky screamed at the meddlesome computer.

"TEE-HEE-HEEE."

"Argh! Talk about killing a mood! She could kill a—
oh
!"

Kerreth wasn't paying any attention to Minmei.

He positioned Lucky to his liking and thrust in as far as he could go. Once there, his palm flattened on her lower belly and he
pressed
her back into him even further.

"Oh, my goodness!" It was difficult to speak; she was breathing so raggedly.

Still impaled inside her, Kerreth lifted his hips and flexed.

"Is this what you had in mind?" he murmured.

He did not wait for her response. He started to stroke. Hard and heavy.

Lucky couldn't catch her breath.

Every thrust hit her with full impact. Almost lifting her off her feet.

At first Lucky tried to move with him, but soon gave over to his rhythm when she realized he was moving them both anyway. He found her dew-soaked curls once again; his index finger gently tapped her clitoris while his other fingers delved deep inside the wet folds.

Lucky whimpered, close to begging him for release.

Kerreth did not hear her.

He was losing himself in her just as she had asked. It was a new experience for him. One he had never explored for many reasons.

Normally, he had too much control over himself to allow it.

Somehow, in this weird situation, it was as if he had been given permission to test some of those boundaries. At least a little.

He rocked inside her and thought he would die from the exquisite sensations. Why did she feel so good? Did he ever want to leave her?

He shook his head to clear away the dangerous thinking. Yet he could not deny that the thought was there.

He
wanted
to stay with her.

To know her completely.

He wondered if he had taken the game too far? Maybe she had somehow hard-wired him to obey for real? Made him sensitive to everything Lucky.

He didn't know.

He only knew that he was in ecstasy for the first time in his life and he did not want to leave the wondrous place any time soon.

Then she shook him to his core by whispering, "
Deeper
."

"Red… my sweet Red" he moaned. He truly lifted her off her feet then, thrusting—no, pounding into her until he lost all sense of himself within her honeyed walls.

Lucky cried out, no longer sure if she was begging him or telling him.

"Should I go faster or harder for you?" he bit off raggedly. Drenched in sweat and desire. "
Slower or deeper
? Is this what you want, Red? All you have to do is
tell
me…"

"Please… I…"

"Perhaps you would like a longer penetration… a tighter roll of the hip…?"

Thrusting, he ground his hips against her and rotated his pelvis.

"Oh!"

"Or…" his breath was hot in her ear. "Maybe you want it side-to-side like this?"

So he gave it from side-to-side.

Kerreth had done exactly as she had asked. He had lost himself in the lovemaking and it was like nothing Lucky had ever imagined.

He was wild and erotic. He took her higher and higher until she couldn't take any more.

Without warning she skyrocketed into orgasm. Her uninhibited cries filled the entire sleeping quarters.

Kerreth—experiencing the energetic pulses at their very source—could no longer hold back himself. He yelled out his own immense satisfaction as he poured into her, clasping her closer to him.

It was several minutes before either of them regained their breath.

"Was that sufficient, Mistress Lucky?" He still held her tightly within his embrace.

"It was truly a master stroke."

Kerreth smiled with pleasure. He may not be a sex toy but, apparently, with the right incentive he could measure up to one.

Back onboard the Zoltarian pirate ship…

"I hope you were bluffing about slicing my throat, Kokol." Wildcat gave the pirate a disapproving look.

"Every good transaction starts with a good bluff, my gorgeous tracker."

"Hum."

"We have plenty of time before we arrive on Dumfug 8; let's go back to bed."

"I don't think so."

"Did I tell you that you are quite the folk hero on Zoltaria?"

"Stop playing with my hair."

"They never would forgive me if I
permanently
disabled you, you know."

"And just why should I be nice to you after you threatened to slice my throat, hmm?"

"I was teasing. Come now, Cat, how long were you in those Orzon mines with no females for company?"

"Good point." The blankets rustled as they fell back onto the bed together. Wildcat paused and glanced at the ceiling. "A little privacy here?"

"Who are you talking to?"

"Who indeed." He grinned just before his mouth silenced hers.

A faintly shimmering haze quickly turned and sped from the room, travelling right through the door.

It flickered along the walls toward the bridge.

No doubt to see what trouble it could find.

Dumfug 8, Port Royal 4, Gantor's Ice Theme Park

"I am so hungry!"

A loud rumble issued forth. Lucky clutched her stomach.

"For suck's sake, Lucky, we just ate back on the ship!" SpinDrift made a moue with his beak.

"I've been burning more calories lately, Spin," she gritted back.

The corners of Kerreth's lips curled.

She sure was.

But he was burning more too. He had to sneak down to the galley whenever he could just to filch some food. It had been difficult for him to find the galley empty. It seemed Clugot liked his food.

Finally, he just gave up and told Lucky that some androids were designed to ingest food in order to appear more human; they could then convert this food directly into energy in an efficient simulation.

She accepted that immediately and he could have kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. He had almost starved.

It turned out that when Clugot left his engineering station, he was a pretty impressive cook.

The next hardest part had been tasting the engineer's food without displaying sublime ecstasy on his face. Too bad the Kelvinator only cooked for a hobby. Like everything else on the Sugarbabe, dining was catch as catch can.

"What do you think of Gantor's Ice Theme Park?" Lucky asked him.

He tried to make off as if he was studying the scenery with some interest. After all, this was supposed to be his first trip off Slide.

"Let's see… ah, ice. Hill with ice. More hills with ice. Cave with ice. Ice pit. It is very ice-like."

Lucky giggled. "Yep, it is. You are programmed to react like the rest of us. It's not the same for other species as it is for their main customers, the Drox. This is one huge, happy amusement park for them. To us—just so much ice. Go figure."

"I hear the caves are nice, though." SpinDrift rubbed his upper arms to ward off some of the chill. "Could they be colder than this?"

"I told you to wear that extra pelt."

"I gave it to Slick."

Confused, Lucky turned to Kerreth. "Android's don't need protection from the elements. Why are you wearing that pelt?"

So I can live
. Freezing to death was not top of his list for interesting experiences. "Masterstrokes are designed to feel sensation. Remember?"

Her cheekbones darkened with color. Yep. She remembered. She changed the subject fast. "Hey, look! There's a Happy Rumpling!"

She licked her lips.

"M-m-m-m, I love Happy Rumpling! Let's go in and get some."

SpinDrift negged it. "Let's not," he sniffed.

Happy Rumpling had recently spread around the galaxy like an infestation; the fast food joints were popping up at way stations everywhere. Lucky loved their lazered veg-ball bundles, but Spin was suspicious of some of their fillings.