Chapter 47 – Heat of the Moment

Content Warning: slavery, submission, oral service, threesome, exhibition, whispers and hints of sex and non-con, sci-fi

Even though she was kneeling underneath the table the other three sat at, K’rra didn’t mind. She felt bad for Jae, who seemed constantly nervous having to deal with a naked slave loose on the ship at all times, but relished being able to serve Kae, her mistress. Naked, on her knees, beneath free people, buried face into cunt, kissing and lapping at her mistress, was where she belonged.

One of Kae’s hands was wrapped in K’rra’s red locks, guiding the slave with tugs of hair-turned leash. Occasionally, the human woman would squeeze her thighs around the blue slave girl’s head when K’rra came too close to causing an orgasm. Kae relished the power of control, not only of the busy slave girl under her but also denying her own body the apex of pleasure it wanted so badly.

“Do you have to do that right now?” Fury Jae asked.

“Kaster’s ship, Kaster’s slave, Kaster’s rules,” Kae said with a satisfied squeal.

Jae gave Kaster a hard look.

“Your sister has become insatiable. The closer we get to Yirlante and the Hol’s palace, the more she finds solace in the comforts of my girl.” Kaster said with a shrug. The more K’rra was used, the more eager she was to please him, and he couldn’t deny the sex had been unbelievably good the past week as they traveled. In fact, it had been practically non-stop, thanks to Kae’s ever-increasing libido.

“You should give the slave a try. You seem awfully pent up. It might help you relax for the mission,” Kae teased. “Moreso than your fingers.”

Jae turned a furious eye to her sister but said nothing.

Before Kae could ask, Kaster answered, “Yes. I felt it. A moment of curiosity clouded with doubt and disgust.”

“Very good, Senpai, you are an astute pupil. In time, you could really have the Influences Focus down pat.” Kae said between soft moans.

“Have you considered how degrading this is to her?” Jae nodded to the table, indicating the naked woman underneath it.

“Pish-posh!” Jae gasped. “She’s as easy to read as a bonfire on a dark, deserted beach. Our little slave girl loves what she does. All those years of repression, to finally be allowed to enjoy herself. And before you protest, you know damn well it's not the implants. She was born for this. Even Hol Vydon saw it and gave her larger wings.”

Jae looked away, blushing in defeat. “Your culture, your rules. You know what it does to me?”

“No. No, I don’t.” Jae said. “You reveal nothing. You wear that stoic mask all day without fail. Even your words are in the clipped neutral tones of a neutered cat. Show me what it does to you. Angry? Furious? Horny? Let’s see.”

Fury Jae looked back at her sister again. “Once we’ve rescued Indy-Ra… then you will see.”

“Ymmm,” Kae groaned while leaning back in pleasure. “I’m looking forward to seeing the real you again someday.”

“Alright, and can we get back to the plan?” Kaster said.

“Please do,” Jae said.

“What’s the issue with the entrance?” Kaster asked Kae, who smiled at him through half-lidded eyes. Kaster continued recapping it again, “All four of us take an air-cab to Hol Vydon’s palace. I exit the cab with my prisoner, Kae, who is cuffed and gagged. Fury Jae and K’rra remain in the vehicle and then exit shortly after. Jae is posing as a slaver with merchandise for the Hol.”

“The problem is the gag,” Kae said, still enjoying the ministrations occurring under the table.

“Hol Vydon won’t allow a Fury to approach him without one,” Kaster explained.

Fury Jae interjected, “I see her point. It’s risky having two groups in the same car. On landing, security will poke in to ensure there are no surprises.”

Kaster nodded, “Right, but if you and K’rra try to take a second car, it could be delayed or denied. All of us coming in at once is the only way to ensure we are all in the palace grounds at the same time.”

“The problem is not the logistics of entry but that the security team may inspect the cab,” Kae said. She made a delighted coo and continued, “I need to Focus them away from doing that.”

“We should give K’rra a break to answer if she can alter the gag, maybe allow it to transmit audio?” Kaster asked.

“Won’t work,” both Jae and Kae said in unison.

Jae continued while her sister made rapid sighing noises, “Influence Focus must use the actual sound of the user. Any electronic transmission will rob the words of their power. And speaking around it will almost certainly rob the desired effect. She’ll need her mouth completely free.”

“Unlike these delicious lips sucking so expertly on me…” Kae crooned.

Jae continued, “Could we start with the mask off, then Kae puts it on before reaching Hol Vydon? Will the security detail even know you are escorting a Fury?”

“Possibly not…” Kaster considered the options. “It’s likely only the majordomo will know. If that’s the case, we could exit the vehicle with Kae unmasked, and I could place it on her before Vydon’s aide meets us. You only need a moment to tell the security team not to screen the cab?”

“With three seconds, I’ll make it so they don’t ever look at that cab once we step out.” Kae sighed. She gripped the table with both hands as her body stiffened. Biting her lip, she looked at Kaster. “Stars abound! She is good… your little slave is so good…”

Without using his Focus, he could feel the brilliant white-hot explosion happening in Kae’s body. Radiating from a point inside her, causing all the muscles in her pelvic area to contract and release. Kae growled, her brows knitted as if in anger, a grimace as malevolent Kaster had ever seen. Kae never looked like she was enjoying her climaxes. Instead, she resembled someone deep in the throes of searing hatred.

He also knew that this close in proximity would make Fury Jae hard-pressed to shut out her sister's emotions. Kae had been teasing the Fury for a solid week as they traveled jump after jump into Coalition Space. Kae had even hinted that her sister was beginning to break down. When he looked at Jae, it was evident she was in a stunned stupor, her gaze glued to her sister, deep in the throes of ecstasy.

This troubled Kaster. He’d been brought up in his coven to believe the Fury were unassailable. They were the masters of mind and body, incorruptible, deadly witches. And yet he was watching one come apart. He wondered if the truth that they were human with all the faults and foibles of every other human led to their order dwindling to a sad sect of temple dwellers.

Jae licked her lips and squirmed. Kaster felt it, too, Kae’s orgasm had enticed him into an erection. He wanted to grab K’rra, toss her across the table, and bury himself so deep in her cunt that spunk would shoot out her mouth. Jae bit her lip and looked over at him. He’d seen the look before, a forbidden hunger. She looked away nervous and shy back to her sister.

“He’s not really my type sister. You’re welcome to give him a ride if you’d like to finally find out what cock feels like inside you.”

“She’s?...” Kaster asked.

“A virgin.” Kae said as the afterfires of her climax cooled. “She may not have a hymen from all her Fury training, acrobatics, and such… but she’s never known a man.”

“Sister. Please don’t…”

“Fucking void,” Kaster breathed.

“You know? Maybe you should just take her? Like you did with Indy-Ra. Hol Vydon knows you sample the merchandise before collecting the bounty, right?”

“I’m not him anymore…”

“Oh yes, you are. I can feel your cock twitching at the thought of fucking a thirty-year-old virgin. And a Fury to boot. Quite the collection of notches you are hanging on that cock. Besides, you and I can both feel it… She wants it. She wants to know what it is that makes the universe spin. Why every song is about boy meets girl. The chaos of every media stream show… Why does everyone endlessly fret about who’s sleeping with whom? We may not survive tomorrow, but it would be a gift to her.”

Jae didn’t move. She continued staring at her sister, afraid to meet his eyes. K’rra continued lapping at her mistress, having never been told to stop. And Kae allowed the heat of every touch of tongue to broadcast across the table.

“I can feel you too Hunter of Bounties. You can feel sweet slave’s tongue bathing my pussy. And you’d love to know what it feels like to have a pussy, to be penetrated, to have a clit sucked. And you want to fuck your slave, and me, and the virgin Fury too. Men are simple. You may die tomorrow, and no one would hold it against you to indulge. I’m not particularly partial to men, but to give you this experience, I’d enthusiastically join in.” Kae teased. “All you have to do is indulge.”

“Please, ma’am. May I pleasure myself?” came a soft voice from under the table.

Kae's eyes flicked down to the hungry slave, lapping between her legs, “You may, but only if you can bring me to climax again.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Kaster looked across the table to the Fury. Her haughty, regal airs were absent. She nervously looked over to him, their gazes entwining. He could feel her heartbeat racing like a snare drum. Everything Kae said was true, yet veiled behind it was a poisonous need for control at the cost of others. He could vividly see the images Fury Jae had let slip in her highly anxious state, his hands on her tearing clothing, exposing her, tossing her down, and piercing her as she squealed. The Fury did want this, wanted to be taken, desired, even though it broke all her training in stoicism and calm. She wanted to feel the chaos and fires that were burning in other women’s bellies.

He ached to do it. It would be so easy. Just grab her and throw her down to the floor. Or across the table. Or against a wall. Her unused cunt would be so tight. And she would be in such turmoil as to grab and milk him uncontrollably. The ache to wet his cock was overwhelming.

“No,” he said finally. Tomorrow, they might fight and die, but he would do so as a sentient being, and not some animal at the whims of his desires.

He felt the emotions of those around the table. Fury Jae was both relieved and insulted at once. Shamed for not being alluring enough to entice a man already hard with passion for her, and for having wanted to sit back and allow herself to be used in so base a manner. K’rra struggled with conflicting emotions as well, glad that her Master had not sought solace in another woman’s cunt, yet disappointed that she would wish against her Master’s desires, even if they were for another. Kae was hidden behind layers of masks. She eyed him with viper eyes, and he knew in time, the Rogue Fury would wear them all down.

“No,” he said again. “We need to think clearly for tomorrow. Right before we act, clouding our judgment would be a grave mistake.”

“Go to your Master, slave cunt,” Kae said as she sat up against the table. “I’ve had enough pleasure for one evening. I’d hate to indulge my baser self.”