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World's Worst Sith Master, Chapter 8
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I spent the trip back to Korriban mostly buried inside Udhara - either in her mouth, ass, or pussy, or else being held by my buxom sex slave as my flaccid cock failed to recover. She definitely was trying to keep me perpetually aroused, in a perpetual state of sexual desire and need. Of course, I had to eat - so did Udhara, for that matter - so we did sometimes leave the confines of her or my quarters to grab a bite.
Whenever Darth Rakali decided to drag me off to practice, I had to practice, no matter how exhausted I was from fucking Udhara silly. Indeed, it started to seem to me that she would specifically pluck me out for training exactly when I was most tired, dragging me into the training room bodily and beginning to beat on me as I struggled to get my legs working properly. The training sessions were brutal, and I tried to compensate by making Udhara do most of the work: her riding me, or sucking me off, for example. It worked better than nothing, but it certainly wasn't enough to prevent me from trying to fight Darth Rakali with jelly-legs over and over again.
I did lose out on the pleasantness of Linea's wakeup blowjobs, but I found I didn't mind too much, in the end. After all, I got wakeup blowjobs from a lusty, desperate Udhara instead, who was always happy to do whatever I told her if it would get me off that little bit quicker, her drool slobbering out of her mouth in copious quantities as she stared at me with bedroom eyes, smoldering with lust, pleading for me to come as fast and as hard as I possibly could.
When we finally arrived back on Korriban, I was blessed with Darth Rakali choosing to depart the Solace and Refuge to do whatever it is she did - as a corollary, I could fuck Udhara however I wanted, which is exactly what I did. I could feel Linea's desire spike as she masturbated occasionally, but I just sated the consequent lust on Udhara. I was still a bit annoyed at her for trying to stop me from getting Udhara, after all, and the girl herself didn't want me to go bother with Linea, offering to do whatever I wanted in exchange for me keeping my attention on her.
It was only after one particularly exhausting session, it taking a full hour for my body to actually offer its final orgasm, Udhara getting pulsed with constant waves of pleasure from her control device simultaneously, that I was given a respite - the woman in question just passed out in bliss, lying there, dead to the world, a tangle of limbs and lekku. I got myself dressed and decided to head off onto Korriban, since there wasn't too much to do on the ship. Maybe play video games with Linea, I suppose, but I could do that anywhere.
I decided to meet up with Xig, finding him (eventually) in the training area, practicing with a grim determination as he squared off against a training robot. He jerked in surprise as he noticed me, doing a double-take - and promptly got smacked in the head by the training robot's training saber, almost falling over. I quickly stepped in, but I was still pretty exhausted from Udhara, and it was only with Xig's help that we managed to 'complete the training program' and make the damn thing stop trying to beat the shit out of us.
He quickly produced a datapad from his knapsack, hurriedly clacking away. [I'm so happy that you're still alive!] Xig said, his mouth parts chittering excitedly as he typed. [I thought that Darth Rakali had killed you, when you didn't come out of the ship! I'm lucky you were just injured!]
"A-ah? Injured?" I asked, more confused than anything else.
[You're weak now, and you didn't come say hello when you got back, so you were injured, right?] Xig asked. His head tilted curiously to one side, his mouthparts shifting awkwardly in confusion. Like a human biting their lip. [Am I wrong? You are being quiet rather than answering.]
"I'm- ah, I wasn't injured," I said. Xig's expression was something like the Xinder equivalent of a frown - the mandibles all drawn up together for a moment, his unblinking eyes staring quietly at me and waiting more information. I felt suddenly awkward about what I'd been doing with Udhara, which made me want to retaliate against the impulse. "I bought a sex slave, and-"
He immediately let out a loud whistling noise, the equivalent of a scream, his hands going up to his antennae, grasping one in either hand, presumably stilling it. He began to click with his mandibles frantically, saying things that I couldn't catch, and I was reminded that he really didn't like hearing about sex. I let out a small laugh of self-derision, and raised my hands in submission. He raised his hands from his antennae, quickly clacking on his datapad. [I don't want to hear about sex things!]
"Well... I got distracted by them," I told him. "And that's why I was late," I said. "And why I'm a little-"
"SKREEEEEE!" he interrupted, loudly, and I dutifully stopped. [Yeesh! I'm sorry! I didn't realize it was a biological reason!] He proclaimed, chittering in annoyance - the equivalent of muttering under his breath, and definitely not clearly enough for me to understand anything. [I'm glad you are okay. I thought that Darth Rakali had killed you!]
I did feel somewhat guilty at that comment - I hadn't meant to make him feel that way. I had just gotten completely preoccupied with the feelings of power that I had experienced in that moment. "She didn't," I said, earning a chittering laugh from Xig. "Want to practice your swordplay with me?" I said, trying to make it up to him. I did have a lot of practice, from Darth Rakali, after all. "I'm still a bit soft-legged from something," I said, avoiding mentioning the actual reason.
[Yes! Let's practice!] He put down the datapad, collecting his training saber, and we started to go at it. I had the advantage of real training - he had the advantage of not having legs half made of jelly, struggling to keep him upright. I won the first bout, with a good distance between us, but as my exhaustion grew, the second round became a close call, and on the third, he beat me. At that point, he said we should call it. [I need to go get something to eat anyway.]
"We could eat together," I suggested.
Xig's mandibles wriggled on his face. [You eat dead food. It's disgusting.] He paused. [I think me eating live food is also disgusting to you.]
I thought about it for about one second, then decided I agreed. "Yeah, probably." We went our separate ways.
* * *
When I finally returned to the Solace and Refuge, Udhara was awake and needy, practically pouncing on me the moment I walked aboard. "Master," she said, her voice husky. "I missed you, Master. I hope you missed me, too," she said, her eyelashes fluttering. She had to lean forward to get at eye level with me, and that was her consistent choice, revealing copious amounts of cleavage slenderly fit into the tight top she'd put on. Her collar remained fastened firmly to her neck, the slender thing quietly declaring her to be my property. I probably would have been rock hard, seeing her again like that, but I was only half-erect, because she had drained me so completely, utterly dry earlier that day.
There were a dozen different thoughts that bounced through my head, in response to that statement. Some kind, some cruel. In the end, I decided to settle on honest, even if it wasn't what she wanted to hear. "I was spending time with a friend of mine, I didn't miss you."
Her eyes blinked a few times, her lips unhappily thinning. "I'm here for you whenever you want or need me, Master," she said, at last, clearly wanting more than I was giving her. "I can do whatever it is you need, Master. Can I please touch your cock?" Her words weren't quite as pleading as you might expect - they were needy, sure, but the way she said it, it was more like 'let me touch your cock' than 'may I touch your cock.' The desire had a certain dominant streak to it. An entitlement. I could feel it, beneath the surface, the frustration and annoyance, actually directed at me.
I didn't like it. I had bought her. By her own words, I was treating her much better than she had been, back at the club. But now, she was complaining, whining, with her mouth and her heart, that I wasn't fucking her enough. "No," I said, and she jerked back as if struck.
"Master?" She asked, hand going to her mouth in concern. There was a tingle of fear in her emotional state, fear that I wouldn't like her any more - no, I realized, after a second. Fear that I wouldn't fuck her any more. "I'm sorry if I've offended you, Master. I'll do anything to make it up to you, please don't punish me."
There was definitely something shockingly tantalizing in those words, in those feelings. My cock was coming back to life. On a base level, I wanted to fuck her again, obviously. She was gorgeous, willing, needy. Even the negative emotions she was currently feeling, the stark fear, were just intoxicating to me. She had been insubordinate, and now she was being punished - there was something truly delicious about that reality, the power it gave me over her. But...
I had spent days on the ship, instead of with Xig. I had ignored Linea, instead of spending time with her. I had just fucked, and fucked, and fucked Udhara, day after day. It didn't matter if or why she wanted me to fuck her that much. I had a life beyond her. "Go to your bedroom," I told her, at last. "I want to spend some time alone."
"I'm sorry, Master," she said, collapsing to her knees, kowtowing in front of me in a moment, her purple forehead pressed against the cool ground. My dick twitched again, at the sight of her lovely rump in that position. "Sorry for offending you, please don't punish me, I'll do anything, Master, anything, any part, any play, any idea you have, no matter what it is!"
"I want to spend some time alone," I repeated to her.
There was a long, dull silence, and at last, her patience and self-control won out over the powerful blend of lust and fear. "Okay, Master," she said, her voice soft as she rose to her feet. "Please forgive me for whatever I did," she said, heading towards her bedroom.
I gave her ass a quick grope. I didn't want her to be completely miserable, but, I did actually need to have a life outside of her.
* * *
I simply stood in front of Linea's room. I had paced. I had thought it through. I had contemplated everything deeply. I had decided what I would say to her - but all that had quickly left my head, as I stood there, like a child outside my parents' bedroom when I'd done something bad. For several long seconds, I stood there, the sliding metal door waiting for me to rap my knuckles against it.
Finally, as if I was moving through water, my hand sluggishly made its way up. I tapped against the cool metal twice, and I could feel the way Linea perked up inside, her emotions a mix of curiosity and anxiety. Her distinctive footfalls - one metal, one flesh - repeated for a couple seconds, until at last the door opened, revealing her standing there in her tank top and sweatpants, staring down at me. Her lips nervously wriggled on her face, unsure quite what emotion she ought to display under the circumstances.
"Sorry," I said, remembering that much of my pre-planned speech. The rest of it floundered and fell apart at that point. "I was mean to you, and I shouldn't have been."
Her shoulders fell at that, any tension leaving her body in a moment as she stared down at me. Her lips curled into a smile, her fingers reaching for my head, running through my dark hair. The familiarity and intimacy of the movement excited me more than Udhara's needy words and feelings had. "It's alright, Soleil," she said. She squatted down so she was at eye level with me, a grin on her lips. "You made a new friend, and you wanted to spend time with her, right?"
I didn't know if that was quite the right way to put it... but on the other hand, it was hard to think of any reason it was wrong. "Yeah," I decided. "Can we play some video games?" I suggested, and she just grinned, big and bright, her fingers ruffling my hair.
"Sure, Soleil, come inside," she said, sitting down inside, handing me a controller and bringing up a game. It was something I hadn't played before: a simple, if confusing, racing game. You had to fly around a thick solar system, filled with planets and other spacecraft and space stations, collecting various tokens in various places to take here or there. There was a map, showing an outline of where everything was, but it was obvious that Linea's superior experience made her capable of easily dominating me.
After three rounds of it, I was starting to get frustrated with the whole situation, and Linea appeared to notice, smiling and leaning over to kiss the top of my head. "Alright, I'll play the next round one-handed," she said. She winked. "And, if you beat me... I'll put it in my mouth again."
The almost smothering lusts of Udhara seemed sharply in contrast to the sudden wave of lewd gregariousness from Linea, and it had me both suddenly excited to play again - and sporting a fresh erection. How could it not? A pretty, nice lady who I liked was offering to suck me off again, and I really liked how she sucked me off.
Of course, she wasn't actually just handing over a victory, something I found out when her 'one-handed' play involved her free hand sliding over to me, peeling down my shorts to reveal my very erect cock. There was a smile on her lips and a certain self-satisfied flutter of her emotions - and a degree of her own arousal, as her fingers began to stroke me. Soft, feminine fingers slid up and down my length, and I just tried my hardest to focus on the game. I wanted to beat her, and get that blowjob she'd promised.
It was nigh-impossible, though. She was actually really good with her hand, her fingers sliding up and down, her thumb teasing the crown of my cock, running along it. A couple times, I wound up crashing into a planet, just because I jerked in pleasure at her skilled touch. Each time I did, I could feel her own mood spike. It wasn't sadistic delight at me losing or anything - it was quiet pride at me getting so aroused that I couldn't play the game well, despite being extremely motivated to do so at the moment.
It took until the second match for me to get even close to beating her. As we were neck and neck in the final stages, though, her hand on my cock became more insistent, furiously pumping up and down my length. I bit my lower lip, straining to make it into the last gate, completing the final run without coming and fucking it up. I wound up repositioning my hand, just gripping the accelerate button as I strained not to accidentally send my ship careening off in a random direction - and the moment I got through the gate, I finally achieved release. Linea responded to my first spurt going wide by just diving for my cock, hurriedly slurping what of it she could get into her mouth, and that excitable energy, that desire to get all my cum... it was intensely arousing. My hands reached down for her head, gripping it, holding it in place, as she held my cockhead just past her lips and let me spray hot cum all over the inside of her mouth.
As I finished out my orgasm, the last few spurts being suckled dry by her hollowed cheeks, I slackened in my chair. There was a certain feeling of unhappiness, as I lay there - I was worried that that had counted as my 'blowjob for winning'. A thin trail of cum stretched across the world, and another brief splatter stained one of Linea's cheeks where she remained, leaned over, lips around my dick. "Is that it?" I breathed out, at last, worried that it really was.
She smiled as she popped off my cock, making a show of swallowing my cum, her throat bobbing as she sent my semen right down into her stomach with obvious relish. "No," she said. "Obviously not, Soleil. That wasn't a proper blowjob - that was a handjob where you got to finish in my mouth," she explained.
I was genuinely happy to hear that, and put the controller to the side, as Linea dutifully slid down in between my thighs, her organic hand soon slipping in between her own legs, starting to masturbate as her lips wrapped around my cockhead. She stared up at me with quiet, bedroom eyes as she began to slowly but surely take my cock to the base, dark hair framing her pretty features as her lips stretched wide to accommodate my cock. It was beautiful, watching her descend, and the various quiet pleasures she was experiencing - pride, intimacy, affection - served to add to my own.
I just reached down for her head, softly stroking her dark hair, fingers moving through the silken dark locks as I leaned back in my chair, groaning faintly under the pressure she was bringing to bear on my cock. It would vanish right down her throat, then she'd peel her way back, her tongue sashaying along it the whole way, making me groan as my length twitched in her mouth. When she popped off my cock, she nuzzled it, rubbing my spit-slick length against her cheek and staring up at me with bedroom eyes as she spoke. "It's good, right, Soleil?"
"It's great," I reassured her, and then she dove right back down my cock again, masturbating all the harder as she sucked. I did my best to keep offering her the words she clearly wanted to hear. "Your mouth feels great, Linea." "I love how you do that." "I like it when you take me to the base and just swallow around it." "I like it when you lick my tip like that, it feels really good." "Your eyes are so beautiful, especially staring up at me like that."
There was a faint flush to her cheek as she worked, both from arousal and from affectionate joy at all the complimentary lines I was giving her. Her pace on my cock got more intense the longer things went on, her head bobbing up and down frantically, her lips sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing. It felt fantastic, and intimate, almost romantic, as she tried to squeeze an orgasm out of me - but I had been nearly sexually exhausted by Udhara earlier, and that bobbing pace of Linea's mouth on my dick, as pleasant as it was, couldn't manage to bring me off for a second time, any time soon.
She noticed as much at some point after she came for the first time. Normally, the pleasant bloom of her orgasm would help send me off and over the edge to my own - not this time, though. Instead, I just squirmed in place, my cock twitching, but no actual orgasm being produced. For me, it was just a pleasant sort of near-miss. For Linea, it was a starting gun that had been fired, demanding that she get me off properly rather than just teasing me, and it drove her to truly manic intensities.
Her mechanical hand gripped my thigh for purchase, and she began to just slam her head up and down my cock, staring up at me all the while, silently pleading for my cum as she did so. Hot breaths occasionally escaped her throat, blowing out over my length, before she'd slam her mouth right back down, filling her throat up with my cock and blocking off her airways for a long moment. It felt fantastic, all the more for the obvious vigor she was working with. Udhara was needy too, but Linea had a need that was more spiritual, interpersonal, intimate, and it felt wonderful to be on the receiving end of it.
When her second orgasm hit her, making her moan in staccato as her throat was repeatedly blocked by my hard cock, I could feel her rising anxiety and concern, her desire to please me now seriously impacted by the obvious reality that she was failing to do so.
"Don't worry, if it takes a while," I panted out, wanting to reassure her, my hand softly running through her hair. "It's not you, it's, because I did it so much earlier, so it'll take a while, and, it's very nice, the way you're doing it." My body was certainly trembling with pleasure as she worked, frenetically pounding her face up and down my cock, relentlessly facefucking herself, saliva and spit flying out of her mouth. "I love it," I groaned, casting my head back, closing my eyes, almost feeling like I could have just come there - but I didn't.
It took a solid hour for her to actually bring me off. In that time, she came five times from her own masturbation - I encouraged her to keep playing with herself, not wanting to be selfish about things. I could understand her thinking she needed to focus more on me, given how long it was taken, but I'd gotten off so much with Udhara that it really wasn't her fault, and she was still trying lots of new (and very pleasant) things as she worked my cock over like that, tongue lashing away, eyes practically glowing with lust. Saliva slithered down her chin, as she just dove down my cock one final time, grinding her face into my pelvis, her nose against my pubic bone, her throat swallowing rapidly around my length. I shivered, jerking, and felt my orgasm rapidly approach.
"It's coming," I gasped out, my hands grabbing the back of Linea's head more on instinct than anything else - not that she minded. She just nodded rapidly around my length, swallowing as rapidly as she could, trying to squeeze my cock dry like that, and I found sweet, sweet release down her throat, groaning and casting my head back, shuddering in place, my whole body twitching as I sat there.
When I was finally completely spent, I let go of her head, and she gingerly peeled her way off my cock, quietly nuzzling it, my sharp red skin tone lewdly contrasting her own pale shade. "It was good, right?" She asked.
"It was great," I told her.
"You weren't faking, just to make me feel better?" She asked. As if in reply, my cock twitched, a single droplet of cum that hadn't quite been ejected being produced from the slit. She smiled at that, leaning forward to lick it up. "I'm glad. I like making you happy, Soleil," she said, gently stroking my thigh with her organic hand, the skin by this point sticky with her own juices.
"I like making you happy too, Linea," I said, panting softly. I licked my lips, staring down at her, and at her lovely body. "Want to play some more video games?"
She smiled brightly at that, rising unsteadily to her feet, her organic leg clearly having gone to sleep at some point. "I think I need to wash my hand, first, but then, sure," she agreed, adjusting her sweatpants as I quietly tucked away my own flagging cock.
We played games for hours, and it was just... fun.
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I spent the trip back to Korriban mostly buried inside Udhara - either in her mouth, ass, or pussy, or else being held by my buxom sex slave as my flaccid cock failed to recover. She definitely was trying to keep me perpetually aroused, in a perpetual state of sexual desire and need. Of course, I had to eat - so did Udhara, for that matter - so we did sometimes leave the confines of her or my quarters to grab a bite.
Whenever Darth Rakali decided to drag me off to practice, I had to practice, no matter how exhausted I was from fucking Udhara silly. Indeed, it started to seem to me that she would specifically pluck me out for training exactly when I was most tired, dragging me into the training room bodily and beginning to beat on me as I struggled to get my legs working properly. The training sessions were brutal, and I tried to compensate by making Udhara do most of the work: her riding me, or sucking me off, for example. It worked better than nothing, but it certainly wasn't enough to prevent me from trying to fight Darth Rakali with jelly-legs over and over again.
I did lose out on the pleasantness of Linea's wakeup blowjobs, but I found I didn't mind too much, in the end. After all, I got wakeup blowjobs from a lusty, desperate Udhara instead, who was always happy to do whatever I told her if it would get me off that little bit quicker, her drool slobbering out of her mouth in copious quantities as she stared at me with bedroom eyes, smoldering with lust, pleading for me to come as fast and as hard as I possibly could.
When we finally arrived back on Korriban, I was blessed with Darth Rakali choosing to depart the Solace and Refuge to do whatever it is she did - as a corollary, I could fuck Udhara however I wanted, which is exactly what I did. I could feel Linea's desire spike as she masturbated occasionally, but I just sated the consequent lust on Udhara. I was still a bit annoyed at her for trying to stop me from getting Udhara, after all, and the girl herself didn't want me to go bother with Linea, offering to do whatever I wanted in exchange for me keeping my attention on her.
It was only after one particularly exhausting session, it taking a full hour for my body to actually offer its final orgasm, Udhara getting pulsed with constant waves of pleasure from her control device simultaneously, that I was given a respite - the woman in question just passed out in bliss, lying there, dead to the world, a tangle of limbs and lekku. I got myself dressed and decided to head off onto Korriban, since there wasn't too much to do on the ship. Maybe play video games with Linea, I suppose, but I could do that anywhere.
I decided to meet up with Xig, finding him (eventually) in the training area, practicing with a grim determination as he squared off against a training robot. He jerked in surprise as he noticed me, doing a double-take - and promptly got smacked in the head by the training robot's training saber, almost falling over. I quickly stepped in, but I was still pretty exhausted from Udhara, and it was only with Xig's help that we managed to 'complete the training program' and make the damn thing stop trying to beat the shit out of us.
He quickly produced a datapad from his knapsack, hurriedly clacking away. [I'm so happy that you're still alive!] Xig said, his mouth parts chittering excitedly as he typed. [I thought that Darth Rakali had killed you, when you didn't come out of the ship! I'm lucky you were just injured!]
"A-ah? Injured?" I asked, more confused than anything else.
[You're weak now, and you didn't come say hello when you got back, so you were injured, right?] Xig asked. His head tilted curiously to one side, his mouthparts shifting awkwardly in confusion. Like a human biting their lip. [Am I wrong? You are being quiet rather than answering.]
"I'm- ah, I wasn't injured," I said. Xig's expression was something like the Xinder equivalent of a frown - the mandibles all drawn up together for a moment, his unblinking eyes staring quietly at me and waiting more information. I felt suddenly awkward about what I'd been doing with Udhara, which made me want to retaliate against the impulse. "I bought a sex slave, and-"
He immediately let out a loud whistling noise, the equivalent of a scream, his hands going up to his antennae, grasping one in either hand, presumably stilling it. He began to click with his mandibles frantically, saying things that I couldn't catch, and I was reminded that he really didn't like hearing about sex. I let out a small laugh of self-derision, and raised my hands in submission. He raised his hands from his antennae, quickly clacking on his datapad. [I don't want to hear about sex things!]
"Well... I got distracted by them," I told him. "And that's why I was late," I said. "And why I'm a little-"
"SKREEEEEE!" he interrupted, loudly, and I dutifully stopped. [Yeesh! I'm sorry! I didn't realize it was a biological reason!] He proclaimed, chittering in annoyance - the equivalent of muttering under his breath, and definitely not clearly enough for me to understand anything. [I'm glad you are okay. I thought that Darth Rakali had killed you!]
I did feel somewhat guilty at that comment - I hadn't meant to make him feel that way. I had just gotten completely preoccupied with the feelings of power that I had experienced in that moment. "She didn't," I said, earning a chittering laugh from Xig. "Want to practice your swordplay with me?" I said, trying to make it up to him. I did have a lot of practice, from Darth Rakali, after all. "I'm still a bit soft-legged from something," I said, avoiding mentioning the actual reason.
[Yes! Let's practice!] He put down the datapad, collecting his training saber, and we started to go at it. I had the advantage of real training - he had the advantage of not having legs half made of jelly, struggling to keep him upright. I won the first bout, with a good distance between us, but as my exhaustion grew, the second round became a close call, and on the third, he beat me. At that point, he said we should call it. [I need to go get something to eat anyway.]
"We could eat together," I suggested.
Xig's mandibles wriggled on his face. [You eat dead food. It's disgusting.] He paused. [I think me eating live food is also disgusting to you.]
I thought about it for about one second, then decided I agreed. "Yeah, probably." We went our separate ways.
* * *
When I finally returned to the Solace and Refuge, Udhara was awake and needy, practically pouncing on me the moment I walked aboard. "Master," she said, her voice husky. "I missed you, Master. I hope you missed me, too," she said, her eyelashes fluttering. She had to lean forward to get at eye level with me, and that was her consistent choice, revealing copious amounts of cleavage slenderly fit into the tight top she'd put on. Her collar remained fastened firmly to her neck, the slender thing quietly declaring her to be my property. I probably would have been rock hard, seeing her again like that, but I was only half-erect, because she had drained me so completely, utterly dry earlier that day.
There were a dozen different thoughts that bounced through my head, in response to that statement. Some kind, some cruel. In the end, I decided to settle on honest, even if it wasn't what she wanted to hear. "I was spending time with a friend of mine, I didn't miss you."
Her eyes blinked a few times, her lips unhappily thinning. "I'm here for you whenever you want or need me, Master," she said, at last, clearly wanting more than I was giving her. "I can do whatever it is you need, Master. Can I please touch your cock?" Her words weren't quite as pleading as you might expect - they were needy, sure, but the way she said it, it was more like 'let me touch your cock' than 'may I touch your cock.' The desire had a certain dominant streak to it. An entitlement. I could feel it, beneath the surface, the frustration and annoyance, actually directed at me.
I didn't like it. I had bought her. By her own words, I was treating her much better than she had been, back at the club. But now, she was complaining, whining, with her mouth and her heart, that I wasn't fucking her enough. "No," I said, and she jerked back as if struck.
"Master?" She asked, hand going to her mouth in concern. There was a tingle of fear in her emotional state, fear that I wouldn't like her any more - no, I realized, after a second. Fear that I wouldn't fuck her any more. "I'm sorry if I've offended you, Master. I'll do anything to make it up to you, please don't punish me."
There was definitely something shockingly tantalizing in those words, in those feelings. My cock was coming back to life. On a base level, I wanted to fuck her again, obviously. She was gorgeous, willing, needy. Even the negative emotions she was currently feeling, the stark fear, were just intoxicating to me. She had been insubordinate, and now she was being punished - there was something truly delicious about that reality, the power it gave me over her. But...
I had spent days on the ship, instead of with Xig. I had ignored Linea, instead of spending time with her. I had just fucked, and fucked, and fucked Udhara, day after day. It didn't matter if or why she wanted me to fuck her that much. I had a life beyond her. "Go to your bedroom," I told her, at last. "I want to spend some time alone."
"I'm sorry, Master," she said, collapsing to her knees, kowtowing in front of me in a moment, her purple forehead pressed against the cool ground. My dick twitched again, at the sight of her lovely rump in that position. "Sorry for offending you, please don't punish me, I'll do anything, Master, anything, any part, any play, any idea you have, no matter what it is!"
"I want to spend some time alone," I repeated to her.
There was a long, dull silence, and at last, her patience and self-control won out over the powerful blend of lust and fear. "Okay, Master," she said, her voice soft as she rose to her feet. "Please forgive me for whatever I did," she said, heading towards her bedroom.
I gave her ass a quick grope. I didn't want her to be completely miserable, but, I did actually need to have a life outside of her.
* * *
I simply stood in front of Linea's room. I had paced. I had thought it through. I had contemplated everything deeply. I had decided what I would say to her - but all that had quickly left my head, as I stood there, like a child outside my parents' bedroom when I'd done something bad. For several long seconds, I stood there, the sliding metal door waiting for me to rap my knuckles against it.
Finally, as if I was moving through water, my hand sluggishly made its way up. I tapped against the cool metal twice, and I could feel the way Linea perked up inside, her emotions a mix of curiosity and anxiety. Her distinctive footfalls - one metal, one flesh - repeated for a couple seconds, until at last the door opened, revealing her standing there in her tank top and sweatpants, staring down at me. Her lips nervously wriggled on her face, unsure quite what emotion she ought to display under the circumstances.
"Sorry," I said, remembering that much of my pre-planned speech. The rest of it floundered and fell apart at that point. "I was mean to you, and I shouldn't have been."
Her shoulders fell at that, any tension leaving her body in a moment as she stared down at me. Her lips curled into a smile, her fingers reaching for my head, running through my dark hair. The familiarity and intimacy of the movement excited me more than Udhara's needy words and feelings had. "It's alright, Soleil," she said. She squatted down so she was at eye level with me, a grin on her lips. "You made a new friend, and you wanted to spend time with her, right?"
I didn't know if that was quite the right way to put it... but on the other hand, it was hard to think of any reason it was wrong. "Yeah," I decided. "Can we play some video games?" I suggested, and she just grinned, big and bright, her fingers ruffling my hair.
"Sure, Soleil, come inside," she said, sitting down inside, handing me a controller and bringing up a game. It was something I hadn't played before: a simple, if confusing, racing game. You had to fly around a thick solar system, filled with planets and other spacecraft and space stations, collecting various tokens in various places to take here or there. There was a map, showing an outline of where everything was, but it was obvious that Linea's superior experience made her capable of easily dominating me.
After three rounds of it, I was starting to get frustrated with the whole situation, and Linea appeared to notice, smiling and leaning over to kiss the top of my head. "Alright, I'll play the next round one-handed," she said. She winked. "And, if you beat me... I'll put it in my mouth again."
The almost smothering lusts of Udhara seemed sharply in contrast to the sudden wave of lewd gregariousness from Linea, and it had me both suddenly excited to play again - and sporting a fresh erection. How could it not? A pretty, nice lady who I liked was offering to suck me off again, and I really liked how she sucked me off.
Of course, she wasn't actually just handing over a victory, something I found out when her 'one-handed' play involved her free hand sliding over to me, peeling down my shorts to reveal my very erect cock. There was a smile on her lips and a certain self-satisfied flutter of her emotions - and a degree of her own arousal, as her fingers began to stroke me. Soft, feminine fingers slid up and down my length, and I just tried my hardest to focus on the game. I wanted to beat her, and get that blowjob she'd promised.
It was nigh-impossible, though. She was actually really good with her hand, her fingers sliding up and down, her thumb teasing the crown of my cock, running along it. A couple times, I wound up crashing into a planet, just because I jerked in pleasure at her skilled touch. Each time I did, I could feel her own mood spike. It wasn't sadistic delight at me losing or anything - it was quiet pride at me getting so aroused that I couldn't play the game well, despite being extremely motivated to do so at the moment.
It took until the second match for me to get even close to beating her. As we were neck and neck in the final stages, though, her hand on my cock became more insistent, furiously pumping up and down my length. I bit my lower lip, straining to make it into the last gate, completing the final run without coming and fucking it up. I wound up repositioning my hand, just gripping the accelerate button as I strained not to accidentally send my ship careening off in a random direction - and the moment I got through the gate, I finally achieved release. Linea responded to my first spurt going wide by just diving for my cock, hurriedly slurping what of it she could get into her mouth, and that excitable energy, that desire to get all my cum... it was intensely arousing. My hands reached down for her head, gripping it, holding it in place, as she held my cockhead just past her lips and let me spray hot cum all over the inside of her mouth.
As I finished out my orgasm, the last few spurts being suckled dry by her hollowed cheeks, I slackened in my chair. There was a certain feeling of unhappiness, as I lay there - I was worried that that had counted as my 'blowjob for winning'. A thin trail of cum stretched across the world, and another brief splatter stained one of Linea's cheeks where she remained, leaned over, lips around my dick. "Is that it?" I breathed out, at last, worried that it really was.
She smiled as she popped off my cock, making a show of swallowing my cum, her throat bobbing as she sent my semen right down into her stomach with obvious relish. "No," she said. "Obviously not, Soleil. That wasn't a proper blowjob - that was a handjob where you got to finish in my mouth," she explained.
I was genuinely happy to hear that, and put the controller to the side, as Linea dutifully slid down in between my thighs, her organic hand soon slipping in between her own legs, starting to masturbate as her lips wrapped around my cockhead. She stared up at me with quiet, bedroom eyes as she began to slowly but surely take my cock to the base, dark hair framing her pretty features as her lips stretched wide to accommodate my cock. It was beautiful, watching her descend, and the various quiet pleasures she was experiencing - pride, intimacy, affection - served to add to my own.
I just reached down for her head, softly stroking her dark hair, fingers moving through the silken dark locks as I leaned back in my chair, groaning faintly under the pressure she was bringing to bear on my cock. It would vanish right down her throat, then she'd peel her way back, her tongue sashaying along it the whole way, making me groan as my length twitched in her mouth. When she popped off my cock, she nuzzled it, rubbing my spit-slick length against her cheek and staring up at me with bedroom eyes as she spoke. "It's good, right, Soleil?"
"It's great," I reassured her, and then she dove right back down my cock again, masturbating all the harder as she sucked. I did my best to keep offering her the words she clearly wanted to hear. "Your mouth feels great, Linea." "I love how you do that." "I like it when you take me to the base and just swallow around it." "I like it when you lick my tip like that, it feels really good." "Your eyes are so beautiful, especially staring up at me like that."
There was a faint flush to her cheek as she worked, both from arousal and from affectionate joy at all the complimentary lines I was giving her. Her pace on my cock got more intense the longer things went on, her head bobbing up and down frantically, her lips sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing. It felt fantastic, and intimate, almost romantic, as she tried to squeeze an orgasm out of me - but I had been nearly sexually exhausted by Udhara earlier, and that bobbing pace of Linea's mouth on my dick, as pleasant as it was, couldn't manage to bring me off for a second time, any time soon.
She noticed as much at some point after she came for the first time. Normally, the pleasant bloom of her orgasm would help send me off and over the edge to my own - not this time, though. Instead, I just squirmed in place, my cock twitching, but no actual orgasm being produced. For me, it was just a pleasant sort of near-miss. For Linea, it was a starting gun that had been fired, demanding that she get me off properly rather than just teasing me, and it drove her to truly manic intensities.
Her mechanical hand gripped my thigh for purchase, and she began to just slam her head up and down my cock, staring up at me all the while, silently pleading for my cum as she did so. Hot breaths occasionally escaped her throat, blowing out over my length, before she'd slam her mouth right back down, filling her throat up with my cock and blocking off her airways for a long moment. It felt fantastic, all the more for the obvious vigor she was working with. Udhara was needy too, but Linea had a need that was more spiritual, interpersonal, intimate, and it felt wonderful to be on the receiving end of it.
When her second orgasm hit her, making her moan in staccato as her throat was repeatedly blocked by my hard cock, I could feel her rising anxiety and concern, her desire to please me now seriously impacted by the obvious reality that she was failing to do so.
"Don't worry, if it takes a while," I panted out, wanting to reassure her, my hand softly running through her hair. "It's not you, it's, because I did it so much earlier, so it'll take a while, and, it's very nice, the way you're doing it." My body was certainly trembling with pleasure as she worked, frenetically pounding her face up and down my cock, relentlessly facefucking herself, saliva and spit flying out of her mouth. "I love it," I groaned, casting my head back, closing my eyes, almost feeling like I could have just come there - but I didn't.
It took a solid hour for her to actually bring me off. In that time, she came five times from her own masturbation - I encouraged her to keep playing with herself, not wanting to be selfish about things. I could understand her thinking she needed to focus more on me, given how long it was taken, but I'd gotten off so much with Udhara that it really wasn't her fault, and she was still trying lots of new (and very pleasant) things as she worked my cock over like that, tongue lashing away, eyes practically glowing with lust. Saliva slithered down her chin, as she just dove down my cock one final time, grinding her face into my pelvis, her nose against my pubic bone, her throat swallowing rapidly around my length. I shivered, jerking, and felt my orgasm rapidly approach.
"It's coming," I gasped out, my hands grabbing the back of Linea's head more on instinct than anything else - not that she minded. She just nodded rapidly around my length, swallowing as rapidly as she could, trying to squeeze my cock dry like that, and I found sweet, sweet release down her throat, groaning and casting my head back, shuddering in place, my whole body twitching as I sat there.
When I was finally completely spent, I let go of her head, and she gingerly peeled her way off my cock, quietly nuzzling it, my sharp red skin tone lewdly contrasting her own pale shade. "It was good, right?" She asked.
"It was great," I told her.
"You weren't faking, just to make me feel better?" She asked. As if in reply, my cock twitched, a single droplet of cum that hadn't quite been ejected being produced from the slit. She smiled at that, leaning forward to lick it up. "I'm glad. I like making you happy, Soleil," she said, gently stroking my thigh with her organic hand, the skin by this point sticky with her own juices.
"I like making you happy too, Linea," I said, panting softly. I licked my lips, staring down at her, and at her lovely body. "Want to play some more video games?"
She smiled brightly at that, rising unsteadily to her feet, her organic leg clearly having gone to sleep at some point. "I think I need to wash my hand, first, but then, sure," she agreed, adjusting her sweatpants as I quietly tucked away my own flagging cock.
We played games for hours, and it was just... fun.
Next Chapter
Udhara's neediness is going to end up being a problem, isn't it?