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Vampires in Heat by Kira Stone

Vampires in Heat

by Kira Stone

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eBook ISBN: 06596-02122

Humans in Seattle are dying as a result of domestic cat vampires and demonesses working together. The latest victim is Erron’s neighbor and best friend. Nolan, the leader of Seattle’s Pacifistic Vampire Clan, and Erron, an albino who is commonly mistaken for a vampire, team up with the cat vamp leader to find the rogues who are killing needlessly and trying to discredit vampire-kind. And just maybe, between them, they’ll find more than a remedy for this vampire scourge — like love!

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Devil's Man by Kira Stone

Devil’s Man

Loveland, Book 1
by Kira Stone

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eBook ISBN: 1-59596-200-X

Roman’s experience in Satan’s realm has honed his talent for recruiting mortal souls for not-so-pure purposes. He vows to have the reclusive professor, one way or another. Roman’s scheme to seduce Carter succeeds, to the great pleasure of all involved, but their ménage tryst ends with dire consequences. To stay alive, Roman and Carter will have to face their deepest fears.

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Rookery Cove Volume 3

Rookery Cove Vol 3

by Lacey Savage, Kira Stone, Tuesday Morrigan, and Dawn Montgomery

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eBook BIN: 06124-01966

Ocean’s Call by Dawn Montgomery
Two seafaring men find the burns of their past healed by a selkie who loves them both.

Pixie’s Prisoner by Lacey Savage
An exchange of favors also changes the relationship between these two lovers, turning wrongs into oh-so-rights.

Kidnapping Karisma by Tuesday Morrigan
Four werewolves and their hesitant mate in alluring lingerie. It’s a match made in Rookery Cove.

Satisfaction Guaranteed by Kira Stone
A product gone wrong leads a customer service representative to the love of his life.

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Rookery Cove Volume 2

Rookery Cove Volume 2
by Stephanie Burke, Kira Stone, Michele Bardsley, and Jade Buchanan

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eBook BIN: 06018-01931

The Darkness by Stephanie Burke
Nothing will stop this Master from claiming his submissive, not even the Darkness that haunts them.

Monster Mash by Kira Stone
To advertise a new love potion, an incubus shares a cup with the Dark Elf who created it and learns how well it works.

Faun of a Time by Jade Buchanan
A search for the lost turns frolicking in the forest into a sexual conquest where both parties win.

Make Mine a Double by Michele Bardsley
No dragon can resist a jewel — even if the jewel finds two of them and wants them both.
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Rookery Cove Volume 1

Rookery Cove Collection Vol. 1
by Kira Stone, Eve Vaughn, Emma Ray Garrett, and Mardi Ballou

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eBook BIN: 05967-01914

Breakwater by Kira Stone
To soothe troubled waters and ruffled feathers, three unlikely males must turn anger into trust, into love.

Seducing Serena by Eve Vaughn
While Serena never had trouble making toys, becoming the mate of two Elves is impossible to resist.

Petits S’Mores by Mardi Ballou
Death by chocolate? All too true. And so is the love these two investigators have for one another.

Keythong’s Blaze by Emma Ray Garrett
Three times the sexual heat literally sets the air on fire in their quest for satisfaction.

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More Molten
by Kira Stone

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eBook BIN: 05939-01905

Dolan and his Molten lover, Zian, are on a mission — collect the bits of Molten that have been blown all over the galaxy. They find more than they bargained for. With the help of a pair of sentient trees, Dolan and Zian must find a way to rescue the dwarf planet Harmony, which is made almost entirely from Molten, and tow it home.

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Volume 2 of Dolan Exeter’s private journals
A highly recommended source of reference
For the history of Xniquils.
“Hit that high note, my flame.” Okay, so I wasn’t getting any sexual gratification out of the deal except watching my lover get off on my skills as I played Roa’n sex tones on his spine. I knew he’d take care of me in the best of ways later.
Every day Zian got better at reading my needs and finding new ways to meet them. Then again, every day I became more Molten, a previously unknown species of liquid, sentient metal. Was I happy about it? Not something to contemplate during sex.
So I felt his frictional pleasure as I played Roa’n sex music on his spine, working him up from relaxing pleasure to a screaming climax. Then he did something I’d never considered possible. He came. I mean, really. Like semen from his cock spurting across the fabric under him.
How do I know? I could smell it. I could feel it. And when he rolled over I could see the pearls of liquid molten roll back toward him to be absorbed.
Molten, an evolving species of liquid metal.
My Zian, a man comprised of Molten.
Cumming in spurts. Like a humanoid.
The universes, even this one beyond the seven accepted as the only ones in existence, never ceased to amaze me.
Zian shook, panted, let out a misplaced cry of completion that was probably carried through half the Xniquils temporary home world, before finally collapsing on the bed.
He didn’t move. He didn’t even breathe. With anyone else, any what else, I would’ve been concerned. With Zian, I merely stroked his semi-formed back until he was ready to talk.
“Mine?” he said softly, still unmoving.
“Yes, my fire?” Well, all right, an obvious nickname for Zian in his humanoid form, with those thick, long red braids that hung past his shoulders. My Water — to go with his blue skin — didn’t have the same sexy ring. Either way, there was no doubt I was his. Although I don’t think either of us were sure exactly what that meant.
“Is that what you feel when you achieve orgasm?”
I don’t think even the Nine Brothers of Saaba could have answered that question with any accuracy. “It’s kinda different for everyone… “ I said lamely.
Now he turned over. “My reaction didn’t please you?”
I stroked his face. I never tired of looking at the beauty of him, the outside and the inside I was coming to know almost as well. He expended a lot of energy to hold this shape, one he created for me, and there were times he’d need to rest, ooze into the puddle of life he’d known before me to recuperate, but that only added to my feelings. “You brought me great pleasure.”
“But if it is not what you feel –”
I guided his hand to my erect cock. His fingers automatically took over stroking the length of it. Soft or rough or anything in between, Zian could be — in fact was — anything I needed. “Your first orgasm was powerful, was it not?”
“Yes, mine.”
“And you felt the pressure inside you, the need for release?”
“Yes.”
He increased the pressure of his fingers, now turning what had been a light stroking into a movement with definite purpose. My brain fuzzled. “Uhm. So. You kinda shouted at the end. I figure that makes a pretty good orgasm.”
He nodded, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely satisfied by my answer.
I would have added to that until he was satisfied, intellectually speaking, but at that moment he folded his body so that his head and feet reversed position. I tried to prepare myself for it, but he rolled me over. I couldn’t resist. Then again, I didn’t really want to. This was one of my favorites, and Zian knew it.
With ease, he grabbed my hips and lifted me over his body. Up… and just a little more… and then my erect cock was swallowed by the glory of his mouth. Hanging over him, I was more or less helpless. While my feet and hands reached the bed, there was nothing but some form of Molten to grasp, and it just ran through my fingers like sand.
He lifted me up and down, fucking his mouth with my cock. I watched, my body ever tightening, as my shaft slid between his dark blue hued lips. I tried to gain some control, but there just wasn’t any. Zian had me at his mercy, licking and sucking my cock into the tight, warm cavern of his mouth until I considered myself deep throated to my balls. “Yes, my flame, make me burn.”
I flexed my hips, not that he needed me to help him. I lifted one hand from the less than helpful mattress and twisted my nipples, alternating sides, just watching him devour me. We had variations of this theme, but sometimes simple and fast worked the best. My body was sending the signals that I was nearly there –
“Official Speaking One,” my assistant said.
Said. Resonated. Projected. No vids, coms or other forms of communication existed here and yet I heard her. I swear, it wasn’t all my imagination. Another facet of the temporary digs of the Xniquils home world I had yet to understand.
“Vibration,” Zian supplied in between long sucks on my cock.
All right, whatever. My eyes rolled back as he did that thing with his tongue and I filed away the knowledge, then promptly forgot why I cared in the first place.
“Official Speaking One,” my assistant resonated again, a bit more insistently this time.
I had gotten used to, or at least accepted, that the entire enclave of Molten knew when Zian and I were fucking. Arien, the most communicative blob of sentient metal willing to work with me, wouldn’t interrupt unless it was important. I hoped. “Yes?”
“The tree being friend has sent you a verbalization.”
A holo from Kapok. Cool. Apparently he’d gotten over his pissiness about being gently dumped on the dwarf plant Harmony. Not even I knew where we were in the vastness of…
Right. Shut up and fuck. Cause what Zian was doing was now and here and one hell of a fucking ride.
“Can’t it wait?” My testicles were close to bursting and Zian was giving me the look as he slowly filled my hole with one of his digits. I was going to cum everywhere else soon whether I wanted to or not.
“Most Prompt. Exclusive to you. Means you must have it now, yes?”
By the Eleven Gates of Glory, I was reaching that point of no return. I arched my hips, sending my cock down Zian’s bottomless throat. His Molten muscles constricted around my shaft. I pulled on the red braided ropes of his hair, driving myself deeper into him. And then, just as that look had promised, I came.
I never tired of the electric rippling that now crested through my nervous system like a personal shockwave. Knowing the feeling sent the little Molten particles inside me into ecstasy, much the same way coming did for Zian, added a curl of oddness to the not-long-enough event. However, I shook and shivered, and my toes curled as my cock shot long strings of cum down Zian’s throat. “Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed.
“As you wish, Speaker,” Arien replied.
Oops.
Zian purred like a helgian puma while he licked and nuzzled my less-than-privates. I managed to wiggle — because he let me — into a more dignified position while the previously blank wall in front of us turned into a series of words strung out in paragraphs, old Earth style.
I put one hand beneath my head and stroked Zian’s hair with the other, enjoying the special treatment. However, the logical side of me was already caught up in the mystery of why Kapok would send something he felt was urgent in the form of something so ancient as a letter. Even on Harmony they permitted more modern means of peaceful communications.
Sensing my distraction, Zian crawled up my naked body and lay beside me, an arm over my chest. “Problem?”
“Don’t know yet. Read it and tell me what you think.”
“Personal. Private. No other resonance,” Arien stressed.
I turned to Zian and lightly bit his chin. “You know, I was under the impression that anything happening in this space, our space, was private. Personal and private.” This was, in undeniable fact, impossible, since the entire room, including the bed and every other thing in it but us, was made from Molten. Privacy just wasn’t possible.
Zian chuckled.
“Arien, thank you. Message received. Please deal with the rest of your work and I’ll deal with mine, all right?”
Arien chuckled too, sounding eerily like a female version of Zian. I was going to have to get some other non-Xniquils around the place quick, or they were all going to end up looking and acting like my flame. Even I knew that wouldn’t be a good thing.
“To me, it sounds like Kapok lost a limb important to his brain function,” Zian said, bringing me back to the current topic.
“You can tie Kapok’s limbs into knots without breaking them,” I replied idly as I read my friend’s message. He was a tree with a hell of a bent nature.
Dog Face,
Get your lead feet over to this place of peace. It’s got everything you could want. You’ll have a ball. I’m sure of it.
Twiggy
I looked at Zian’s confused face and kissed him hard. Somehow, and I wasn’t gonna slow down now to think about it, Kapok had found more Molten, the babies from the nursery that were flung to the far, vast edge that separated what I knew as space, and the Xniquils during a rather curious, catastrophic explosion. “Arien, clear my schedule. We’re leaving this region now.” I was grinning like a madman and I knew it. I couldn’t help it.
“I do not understand. Where are you going?”
“I’m not going alone, my flame. We’re going.”
“Where?”
I gestured toward the wall, but the words had already faded away. “Seems Kapok believes the dwarf planet we took the cruisers to has Molten on it.”
* * *
Travelling with Zian was… hmmm…
Put yourself inside a med capsule and travel in comfort from one end of your digestive system to the other. Far from ideal, but a larger ship would mean exposing a legion of precious, sentient but completely innocent Molten to the seven universes just for the sake of increasing my comfort zone. Rather stupid, when the objective was to bring the more experienced Molten back to the safety of their homeworld. If Kapok wasn’t just getting back at me for leaving him among the flowers and utter lack of fun.
Not wanting to go anywhere near the space station where Zian had first found me, I gave Zian the coordinates to another hunk of metal with brawling humanity, similar to Parkeet Station except this one was closer to our final destination.
Thinking about it, Zian and I meeting at all was blarting incredible luck. He really had no trail to follow, no experience with other species since no one even knew they existed, and no directions on how to get, well, anywhere. And yet not only did he find a bundle of his babies being used to fuel the station’s power system, he also found me, an unusually flexible humanoid male with a highly honed talent for mischief and a screaming desire to get out of my indentured servitude without deathly consequences.
We popped out of the space capsule Zian uses with relatively good concealment. I mean, landing in a cold nutrient locker wasn’t a bad place to be while we came up with a plan to travel on a real ship to reach the dwarf plant.
You’re probably wondering why we didn’t just go directly to Harmony. That wouldn’t be… tranquil. And though very passive by nature, the beings who controlled the action, or lack thereof, on that spinning ball, weren’t keen on other beings just dropping in. If we had to negotiate getting Zian’s babies back, I wanted to start off on good terms.
Naturally leaving this battle-bruised station didn’t turn out as easy as I expected. Zian located a star cruiser that had stopped for refueling. He morphed into another shape I’d taught him, one less pleasing to me but also one that wouldn’t stand out on a busy space station. No one like my flame, even in humanoid form, existed in known space… he was my living dream. That would turn heads. As a Peetle, one of the reptilians from a foul-smelling swamp world, he could blend. The Peetles often jumped on an opportunity to get to Harmony.
The bitch of it was going to be getting on the cruiser. As Dolan, I had no credit and, by now, a large number of people looking for me. Hiding under Zian’s shell, I could smuggle in. But him?
I winced as Zian hit a random Peetle across the throat, perfectly executed as though he hadn’t been taught the skill a few tics before. With his credentials and some creative banking for credits, we were onboard and, yeah, I’ll admit it, nearly peeing with anxiety until the ship finally left the dock.
Next stop, Harmony.
Well, that was the plan, anyway. Being among my own kind, humanoid or not, after my stay on the Xniquils home world, I was ravenous for current information. And real food. And non-Molten company. And just… being me.
My first reality check came slamming home when I realized I’d let most of my personal survival skills get rusty. I’d relied too much on Zian to hide me, ease my way. Luck and logic got us on this ship — and Zian’s morphing ability — not my skills and creative thinking.
While the almost imperceptible niblets of Molten I’d carried out of Parkeet Station in my feet were slowly being increased by more that came with sharing Zian’s body, I suddenly panicked at the thought of losing my mind. My mind. What if some day, every molecule that made me, got replaced by a liquid metal that I loved dearly yet had no desire to become?
“Your body is projecting signals of alarm,” Zian said, his forehead resting against mine. “What is the threat?”
You are. Riiiiight. That was the way to keep my lover. “We should really talk about –”
“Why you fear me now,” Zian finished.
I’m sure he would have backed away from me at this point but since the berth our donor had been so kind to supply for us was made to accommodate a four legged, hard-shelled life form half my size, it was only because we could squeeze around each other that we fit.
It might have been the ultimate in Peetles’ pleasure, but left a bit to be desired when I’d once been used to traveling in the spacious cabins on the top deck.
“Answer, please.”
I brushed my lips over his. “I don’t fear you, my flame. I just realized how much I’d become like you if we stayed together, ya know, back on Xniquils side of the universes.”
“I will go.”
And he did, sinking through the floor even as I called out, “No! Wait! I mean — Come back! This — I need time — Oh mighty blart!”
At this point, I felt it was most appropriate to bang my head against several solid walls. I was spitting angry and it made me even angrier — perhaps because I was even more scared — when I developed a Peetle’s mouth with which to hit his — err, my — head and spit.
* * *
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Immortal Steps
by Kira Stone

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eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-729-1

Kyle vows to keep Tain safe, even if he has to do it from a distance. He’s got to regain his protégé’s trust if they’re both going to stay alive. That is, if Tain’s emerging vampiric powers don’t kill them both first.

Prologue
Familiar Steps

Alone, Kyle Lohan entered his private balcony at the Grampian Theater in Edinburgh, Scotland. As he sat down, the house lights dimmed briefly to signal a two minute warning before the show began. The box smelled faintly of sex, although he doubted anyone without a vampire’s heightened senses could detect the erotic scent. Regardless, it was his own fault for sneaking in to watch rehearsals the previous evening. He’d been unable to resist tugging his cock in time with the heavy beat of the dancers as they practiced.
Okay, not all the performers excited him. Just one.
Tain O’Halloran.
Tonight Kyle had better prepared for the public performance, or so he’d thought. The quick release during his shower should have calmed his libido enough to sit through the performance without a hard-on. But as the first strains of a flute solo poured across the stage, the anticipation proved to be more than his body could resist and his cock rose to an aching fullness.
Tain. On stage. His stage.
How long had he waited for this? Worked for this? Dreamed of this? Sometimes it seemed like forever. And yet, very soon, the moment he’d been preparing for would arrive. One way or another, he would finally end his long pursuit.
He adjusted the fit of his tuxedo pants as the chorus sprinted across the stage. Their shoes hit the wooden floor in rhythmic, staccato beats, flirting with the notes. Kyle couldn’t stop his own feet from scuffing against the floor in a pale imitation of the dancers’ fancy footwork. Had his heart been prone to beat, it would have been racing as fast as the music.
A few more seconds…
Then, appearing out of a flash of light and smoke, bam! There he was. Tain O’Halloran. The male lead’s long, sleek black hair floated behind him as he bounced in perfect synchronization with the little blond at his side. His grey eyes flashed with pure joy and a little arrogance. A smile curved his thin pink lips. And what that black leather did for his ass…
Kyle groaned softly as his cock twitched with longing, but he refused to slake his lust. Privacy wasn’t an issue, even during a public performance. No, nothing mattered more than soaking up every moment of this night to tuck away in his memories. If the evening didn’t go as planned, this could be all he had left to remember the talented young man come morning.
The first dance ended, and Kyle felt the tightness in his chest ease as Tain exited stage right. He’d reappear several times throughout the performance. Kyle itched with anticipation for the next time, and the next… and the next…
By the second act, Kyle could pick out Tain’s unique sweat from the morass of odors permeating the air. The scent teased his cock like nothing else. His whole body tensed as he imagined jumping over the balcony’s rail to land on top of the dancer’s young bones, then fucking him to within an inch of his life, claiming him on stage for all the world to see.
Well, that’s one way to announce that you’re back in his life, Kyle thought with a rueful shake of his head. Definitely not one of your brightest ideas though.
If anything, such a bold, stupid move would get him thrown out of Tain’s life for good. Kyle’s goal was quite the opposite. If he had his way, nothing would separate him from Tain ever again.
The show ended with a roar of applause that pulled the dancers back on stage for a second encore. Vibrant and smiling under the lights, Tain looked like he could hold out for a third reprise if the director let him. However, the rest of the troupe wasn’t fairing as well, so when the curtains closed again the house lights came up.
The show was over, but Kyle’s performance of a lifetime was about to begin.

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Wolf (Collection)
by Dakota Cassidy and Marteeka Karland and Kira Stone and Sierra Dafoe

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Print ISBN: 978-1-59596-813-5

Wild Ones by Kira Stone
Bitten by a ferocious wolf, Billy’s need for solitude leads him to carve out a territory in the Canadian wilderness. Luc’s small pack is made up of weres with the ability to control the elements. They need Billy to complete the circle… but first the Wild Ones will have to catch him…

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Chapter One

The moon’s pregnant, white belly hung high over the Canadian evergreens. Billy gave it the finger, even as his body began to shift. He didn’t understand the biochemistry that transformed him from man to beast. All he knew was a full moon meant he was in for three days of sheer hell.
It had been that way for a couple months now. Each full moon he prayed he wouldn’t feel the tell-tale tingle rippling along his spine. Each month since that unlucky July evening when he’d been bitten by an enraged wolf he’d been doomed to disappointment. The change always came, no matter what he tried to prevent it.
It was more than just the transformation though. With the change came hunger. His appetite for food was only eclipsed by his craving for sex, and sating either hunger wasn’t exactly easy. He always went after big game so at least he could comfort himself with the knowledge that his victims stood a fighting chance. His human skin was scarred with reminders of each struggle, but he hadn’t lost yet.
Perhaps tonight he would.
His limbs contorted as they pursued a new shape. Hands became paws. Mouth became muzzle. Screams became howls. As the last vestiges of his humanity buried itself under a thick pelt of tawny hair, Billy pushed himself to his feet — all four of them — and sniffed the night air, searching for traces of hidden foes.
The Watcher was nearby.
The creature smelled different from other wolves… smelled almost like Billy himself, except that was impossible. There was no one like him.
Rage nipped at his hindquarters that another wolf would dare to enter his marked territory. It was an animal instinct his human side didn’t understand, to mark and defend. His wolf side demanded that the intruder be challenged. Tonight, Billy decided, he would do just that.
He loped down to the fast flowing river and then drank until he thought his stomach would burst. The change always left him dehydrated. And though he knew it would do little to assuage his hunger for meat, he munched down a rabbit that wasn’t quite fast enough to evade his powerful jaws. He needed more, much more. After he confronted The Watcher, he’d have it.
Or he’d be dead.
Either way, his problem would be solved.
Billy returned to the copse of trees where he’d gone through the change. The Watcher’s scent was still there. He’d tried on other occasions to track down the beast who’d been keeping an eye on him lately. The trail always ended in a tail-chasing circle. It had befuddled his animal mind, but the passage of time had brought about a blending between his human side and this creature he’d become. He could now think logically as a wolf, and use his animal instincts when he wore his human skin.
When it came to tracking down the interloper, logic prevailed where animal instinct had failed. He thought he knew how The Watcher could be found. Tonight, he’d test his theory.
Letting his wolf senses take the lead, Billy followed the scent trail through the woods. The invisible lines drawn by man to partition the land were beneath his notice in this form. He crossed into the territory belonging to the Iroquois Indians, a place where he’d be arrested for trespassing if he entered on two feet instead of four.
Some night bird gave a warning cry. Little furry critters scattered out of his path. The other animals sensed the tension in the air. Something dangerous was about to happen, and they didn’t want to be caught in the middle when it did.
The wind blew new information to his ultra-sensitive nose. The Watcher was close, and he wasn’t alone. Two more wolves had joined him. It was difficult to be sure where one stood in relation to the others, so close was their scent. Certainly, they were pack mates, living in the same den. And if they lived together, they’d fight together.
Three against one. The odds gave Billy pause.
This territory was his. He’d fought like the devil against other predators in the area and carved out a niche for himself. A lone wolf. A rogue. An outsider. He wanted to keep it that way. It would be far safer for their pack in the long run. Billy’d sacrifice one to save the whole from whatever evil, unholy thing he might become next.
But three against one? Surely they’d kill him. Part of him longed for that release from this nightmarish torment, but that part wasn’t currently in control. The animal in him said flight now would ensure he’d live to fight another day. Perhaps pick them off, one by one.
His decision made — at least for tonight — Billy started to turn tail and run. But then the scent of The Watcher came to him again, much stronger than before. Billy froze, his keen eyes searching the darkness around him. The surrounding forest was deathly silent, except for the sound of his own breathing.
A predator was near.
Slowly, Billy cocked his head to look over his shoulder. A pair of golden eyes gazed back at him. The beast was sitting there, waiting patiently. A skilled hunter watching his prey.
The circumstances had changed, and so had Billy’s options. To flee now would signal defeat. He’d lose face among the forest dwellers and once again be vulnerable to those he’d already bested. He had to fight now and hope the vestiges of his human logic that traveled with him in this form could out-think The Watcher and his pack mates.
Billy faced the threat, again sniffing the air to see if The Watcher’s companions had moved at all. They remained some distance behind him. Perhaps if he struck hard and fast…
Thought became action before it was fully complete. He bounded forward, prepared to knock his opponent down with sheer brute force. But when he landed, The Watcher wasn’t beneath him.
Billy looked around and spotted his quarry sitting several yards away, his tongue lolling out in a wolfish smile. Damn that creature to hell!
Leave or die, Billy yipped in warning. The temperature had dropped enough for his breath to curl up from his wet nose in spirals of white steam.
You’ll not find me so easy to kill, young one, The Watcher barked in return. Try me, if you dare.
He turned tail — a fine, bushy plume of white and gray which would be seriously attractive to his wolf form under other circumstances — and ran. Though knowing it was exactly what the large wolf expected him to do, Billy gave chase. His human form was lean and powerful, and it had only strengthened since he started spending three nights a month in a fur coat. He expected his opponent to be slow and fat. No creature of that size could be all muscle, could they? But every time he thought he was within striking distance, The Watcher would lengthen his lead, driving Billy howling mad.
The chase went on, darting through trees and fields and rocky patches with equal ease. Billy knew every square foot they covered, having claimed a good portion of it for himself. The Watcher seemed to know it well too, avoiding the illegal traps set by human hunters and the many natural pitfalls that could break a leg or a neck of one less sure-footed.
The longer the chase went on, the more winded Billy became. His preferred method of attack was brutal and direct. Kill clean and kill quick. This protracted chase was draining his energy reserves. If he got the chance to fight and devour his foe, sex would have to wait. He simply wouldn’t have the energy to do both in one night, as had become his custom. Which meant, he suspected, tomorrow his needs would be twice as strong, leaving him less in control of the wild impulses driving him.
Damn The Watcher’s furry hide!
Even now he struggled to control his animalistic impulses. His balls were high and tight with the need to rut. No fluffy females for him though. In both human and wolf form, his sexual interest was all male.
As he bounded over another minor tributary in pursuit of his quarry, he thought briefly about sinking his balls into the icy cold water to cool their burning ache. He slowed, and then stopped. He still wanted to fight, but sexual release would purge some of the animal influence from his brain, allowing his human side more room to think. Could he risk the time it’d take to spill his seed here?
The Watcher ended Billy’s internal debate with an attack from the rear that sent him rolling across the rocky ground. He got his paws back under him, then lunged at his foe, growling and snapping.
The larger wolf danced away, and Billy gave chase. If it took him all damn night, he was going to make that wolf pay!
But that task would be far from easy. No matter how Billy twisted and turned, The Watcher stayed in front of him. If Billy tried to cut him off, the big beast always found another way out. It was like chasing smoke. Elusive and frustrating as hell.
Billy figured all this running had to be taking a toll on The Watcher as well. He had more weight to carry, and must be using up his energy just as quickly. Billy was small and fast, and could wait until the big creature wore himself out.
Or could he?
The Watcher’s companions were still in the area. Occasionally their presence registered in Billy’s sensitive nose. They were watching the chase without getting involved. But why? He’d surely lose if they all attacked him at once. He no longer had the strength to fend off a coordinated effort.
Again, human logic tried to assert itself. He didn’t have to stay here. To the north he could find another range, one without a pack…
The animal within him rebelled. He’d defend his chosen ground or die in the attempt. He’d not be chased out by some thick-tailed lout who was too chicken to make a stand.
So on the pursuit went until finally the large timber wolf took a tumble in the middle of a small clearing. Before he could roll to his feet, Billy was on him. The Watcher’s powerful legs launched Billy into the air. He let out a surprised yelp as he landed on his back, then got to his feet, prepared to attack again.
Two shadows broke from the ring of trees and circled the clearing in a tense crouch, watching the fight. The split second Billy took to notice them gave The Watcher a golden opportunity. The larger wolf barreled into Billy. His sharp claws ripped into the creature’s belly as they went down in a jumble of flailing legs. Fresh blood splattered on Billy’s coat. Momentum separated them, but the coppery smell clinging to his bib of white fur caused Billy to salivate. The small, relatively rational part of his brain that informed him he was over-matched was quickly smothered by the intense hunger which urged him to press his attack on the wounded creature.
The Watcher’s pack mates howled. Let us help! Is it time?
Time for what, Billy wondered, even as he landed on his adversary’s back. If any doubt lingered that The Watcher was fat and lazy, it quickly vanished as Billy was again tossed into the air like a rag doll. He was powerful, and it would take a lot more luck than the fighting skill Billy currently possessed to come out the winner in this match.
Not that he would consider surrendering. Ever.
Billy sprang again, this time aiming lower. His intent was to hamstring his prey in a hit-and-run attack. He got a mouthful of hair for his trouble, barely nicking his opponent’s haunch.
However, the near miss seemed to change The Watcher’s game plan. He barked out one short command. Now!
The other wolves unleashed their pent-up fury at the one who had dared to challenge their alpha. The fight only lasted several seconds more. Exhausted, Billy had no chance against their well coordinated attack. He went down swinging though, leaving yet another stinging reminder of this night by slicking through the skin over The Watcher’s heart. But then, finally, he was beaten to the ground and held there by the two smaller wolves.
With one set of fangs poised to bite off his balls and another set locked around his neck where any slight move might puncture his jugular vein, Billy remained motionless. Scared. Defiant, even in the face of death.
Then the most amazing thing happened. The Watcher began to shift.
Though part of him was shocked to see another make the transition — did it always look like a thousand mice were struggling to free themselves from his skin? — Billy finally admitted to his human self what his wolf-side had told him long ago: there was at least one other like him.
The Watcher was equally impressive with two feet as he was with four. Standing well over six feet tall and broad at the shoulders, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His hair was a dirty blond. Inky black wetness criss-crossed his torso where Billy’s claws had lashed his skin. The wounds didn’t look life-threatening, but Billy was glad he’d managed to leave a mark. The Watcher’s distended penis hung between his powerful thighs, but he paid his rampant cock no more attention than he did the deep scratches across his belly and chest as he approached.
“Thank you, my friends,” he said softly to his two pack mates.
The wolves whimpered in submission, relief and love, though they didn’t move from their threatening postures.
The large man kneeled between them and looked down at Billy. His eyes were sooty black and held too many complex emotions for Billy to understand. What came through strongest was a grim determination. Billy tried not to tremble in fear when The Watcher reached for him.
“It’s time you learned a lesson in defeat, little one.” The man’s hands clamped down around Billy’s throat and squeezed off the air from his lungs.

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Molten
by Kira Stone

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eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-633-1

Convicted of fraud and condemned to serve as an indentured miner on a backwater way station, intergalactic translator Dolan knows more about Molten, the liquid metal that fuels the Parkeet station, than most. So when he’s ordered to mate with a being that on first contact looks like a pool of the stuff he’s been mining, he’s less than enthusiastic. But his alternative is death.

Chapter One

So, I’m on the job chasing Molten — the runny metallic stuff that, when harnessed, powers Parkeet space station — and I get this summons to appear in the Health Center. The people running this place don’t exactly put a high priority on hygiene. Your soul, possibly. Your health, nah. Unless you’re worth more dead. So my first thought is, “What’s the deal?”
By the way, I’m Dolan Exeter, Class D Indentured Guest on Parkeet. D is code for Digger. Really sneaky, eh? Indentured servant, well that means they bailed my butt out of a Crimenus jail so I could work in their blarting mines until my loan is paid off. With all the extras, like drinks and meals, I might make it out of here by my second or third existence.
So I’m diggin’ to earn my freedom like every other blarting day on this floating hunk of rock when I get an order to report to the Health Center. Immediately. Hell, the summons even made my boss blink, and he’s got nothing a xeno-biologist would call eyes.
So I get to the Health Center after verifying at every level of mine management that I’d received a real summons, and as soon as I opened the door to those hallowed halls this lab-coated machine takes me to a white room one could actually turn around in, where all I see, aside from us, is a human sized ovoid… thing.
“Mate now,” the medical droid ordered tonelessly.
“You want me to do what?” I blinked, never hearing before that sexual service was part of the indentured program. Not that I was complaining. Fucking my way to freedom sounded a lot better than chasing Molten through the small, dirty tunnels winding through this bit of space debris.
“Mate. Intercourse. Reproduction. Fuck.” The robot seemed unfazed by the use of blunt terminology.
“You’re asking me to be a fucking lab experiment?” I’m more than willing to experiment when it comes to sex — hey, someone has to do it first — but nothing in the room said, “Fuck me…”
“Now, yes.”
I looked around. The square room held all the eroticism of a specimen lab. The only even remotely inviting thing in the space was… well, I had no idea what to call the thing. It was about my size in height and width, ovoid in shape, and the skin glowed blue. Kinda. “Mate with who?”
“Organic Specimen 825MC.”
I scanned the room again for another vaguely humanoid being, or even just a being, and failed to find one. They couldn’t mean the egg, could they? Then I glanced over the white walls for something to fuck on, or with, and came up with more nothing. “How long until the Specimen joins us?”
“It is here.” The droid gestured toward the egg.
This whole situation was blarting strange. I wanted an explanation or I wanted out. “I can’t see anything to get my hands on here. Maybe you can give me a clue as to how I’m supposed to, err, mate with this… specimen-person.”
The blue glowing thing dimmed a bit. The shadows playing on the exterior could be something shifting around inside. Dinner? Offspring? A portal to another dimension? I’d seen a lot of oddities in my life, but nothing about that egg said “fuck me.”
“It has been determined that you and Specimen 825MC have compatible genetics. A mating between the two of you has an 84% chance of a satisfying result.”
The concept of me fucking an egg only slightly smaller than myself was, well, laughable. I managed to keep my reaction down to a smirk. “What do I get out of my donation to the sperm bank?”
The orb darkened further, and I really wanted to remove the boot from the back of my throat. You’ll notice I have a tendency to be sarcastic, but that’s not a good way to start off with a stranger you’re supposed to become intimate with in a few minutes. Even if it is an egg.
“You will be well compensated for your efforts toward producing offspring.”
“Offspring? Now there we might have a problem. I’ve been inoculated against having offspring of any sort.”
I saw the tiny port slide open on the bot’s shoulder. Not knowing what projectile was coming but sure I wasn’t going to like it, I darted to the left. The needle reached me faster. The blarting thing injected and dissolved in a blink. The egg seemed unfazed. “Fertilization restored,” the lab minion intoned.
“Great.” Add another few weeks of labor to get that function reversed. Assuming this fucking business didn’t leave me dead. Or worse. “In the unlikely event that this copulation thing doesn’t produce the desired result, what happens?”
The egg darkened. If the Specimen were remotely human, I’d have called its expression glowering. Since I didn’t even know if it was organic, I continued to pretend the orb was part of the decor.
“Failure to perform –”
“Hey, now, I’m not saying I can’t perform. I’m asking about the other party in this experiment. What if the other half of this equation fails to breed? Or cooperate? Or the chemistry just isn’t right?”
And what Organic Specimen was I being paired up with anyway? My race is pretty compatible with other humanoids and few non-humans. As long as I’m not the one who’s supposed to –”Oh, blart. I’m not expected to carry the babies, am I?”
That was so not my thing. I’m up for sexual exploration in almost any area but that one. Genetically, I’m sure this remote controlled droid could make such a thing possible, but I really didn’t want to go there.
“No, you will not have any contact with the Specimen once you mate.” The mechanical lab rat rolled over to the egg, scrutinized it, then consulted his charts. “Compatibility probability 82% now.” It turned to face me again. “Make your decision, Digger HH485. Once the percentage reaches 80%, you will no longer have the option to participate and you will be terminated.”
Translation: Mate with the egg, and I have an 82% chance that a year will be taken off the balance of my indentured term. Decline, and I can sell my soul to whatever hell will have me, cause I won’t be needing it anymore. “Right, sign me up for egg sex.” I mean, given those terms, wouldn’t you?
“You have twelve station hours in which to complete the mating.” The bot turned to leave — I swear he grinned at me like I had just stepped in oonaz vomit — when I called the mechanical bit of hell back. “Is there, like, an operator’s manual for this thing?”
I’m almost positive the irritating hunk of junk said “No,” before the door shut behind him. Which made me wonder how many others had tried this experiment before me. Somehow I doubted I was the first. But with no guidelines to go by, no hints from the egg, just what the blart was I supposed to do with it?
Sex. I’d had a lot of practice at that. So I started putting my moves on the egg. Stroking it, crooning to it, sending the Specimen any kind of sexy thought that crossed my mind — OK, bad idea since not all of them involved the egg, but hey, I was flying solo here.
Which got me thinking. Maybe a solo job would do. You know, kinda shower the organism with my spunk and let this thing do whatever it needed to do with my little swimmers. At least I had a plan.
My digging uniform was a thin synthetic rubber, self lubricating for faster gliding around the channels Molten had carved through the rock. When ready for work, we looked much like a giant, lubed condom, or so the mining team joked.
Given the dirt I accumulated during my shift, I’d have preferred a shower before becoming intimate with this Specimen. First impressions and all. But since our suite lacked that amenity, I stripped down and stood before the egg in all my naked, semi-aroused glory.
My looks were average among the residents of the station but somehow people drifted toward me. More than one fight — between men, women and the indefinable — had started over me. So I figured in time this thing would make a move for at least a look at me.
Well, when the Specimen did so, it rolled over with as much grace as an egg could. And then the blartin’ orb ate my suit. Well, perhaps not so much ate the latex as absorb it.
The blue became more blue, which I took as a good sign, but on the other hand the organism had consumed my suit and who knew what kind of condition it’d be in when my suit came back. If it came back. More money added to my sentence. This experiment was becoming one sucky, expensive arrangement.
And then, as suddenly as my uniform had disappeared, it reappeared. The suit, I mean. As clean as the day it had been assigned to me. “Ummm… thank you.”
The egg flashed pink for a second, then went back to its happy shade of blue. Then the Specimen started rolling more toward me.
My brain started screaming a lot of reactions to this, given what happened to my suit — clean, great; consumed, not so much — most of which boiled down to run and hide. Not exactly a sexy or productive response. Especially in a room I couldn’t escape from, and with nothing to hide me. So I stood there trying to look as non-threatening as I could while it embraced me. Kinda.
As the liquid metal-like substance swallowed my toes and ran up my legs, I couldn’t call the sensation unpleasant. The sensation paralleled my suit being slowly rolled up my body with just a hint of stroking fur. The Specimen was politely snug around my genitals. Only when the stretchable being started to cover my neck did I panic a little. “Blart you! I need to breathe. You can’t –”
Apparently it could and did, covering my mouth and nose completely. I would even go so far to say it invaded those orifices, along with my ears and my… err… rectum, until I felt completely filled. I didn’t seem to breathe, nor, to my great surprise, did I require air. And then, without warning, the orb spit me out. Well, the being reformed into an egg a short distance away again. I must say I felt much cleaner than before it swallowed me, but I still couldn’t call that bit of intimacy sex.
So… what now?
I waited a few minutes for the egg to make another move. When the Specimen didn’t eat me again, I felt a bit more fondly toward it and gave the organism my best to stimulate some kind of amorous reaction.
It’s hard — no pun intended — to keep yourself going when your partner is showing less interest than the medical drone. All right, so this being had better color accessories than the mechanical machine. Still, the orb’s actions weren’t simulating my libido much.
So I sat on the floor, which turned out to be a lot more comfortable than the bed in my own quarters, and gave the egg a nice view of what I had to offer.
I started stroking my schel — cock to many of you humanoids — and let my brain drift to sexual places I’d enjoyed in the past. My one and only session with the Orgasmatron. Threesome sex with the male twins from Fortunas Delta. And the one that just made his toes curl — the top yearly fuck from the demon sex club on Trios.
And then there was him. The one I’d never had but always imagined to be somewhere. The one I looked for in every crowd. The one every other encounter failed, if only marginally, to equal.
Though I became instantly hard and ready to rock, the egg chose that moment to melt. Deform. Puddle.
Nothing will put a wilt in a creature’s sexual enthusiasm like having your partner disintegrate before penetration, let alone afterward. Unless, of course, that’s how they get off. But I’d never come across one who did that, and I didn’t feel that was the case with my egg partner.
The egg did this kind of melting thing, and then this pulsing thing, and then it just kind of ran together and began to rise. Not even a ripple crossed its surface as it took on another shape. That action alone should have told me something important but I didn’t figure out what until later.
When this organism finished re-morphing, it was my turn to collapse. Faint, really. For what I saw before me was not an egg, but the male of my dreams. No, I don’t mean the kind you have when you shut down for an hour in the rejuvenation chamber and wake a bit sticky. I mean the real mental fantasy I had when I was, err, egging on the egg. The perfect male I’d pictured but never met.
Now I know anything on Parkeet Station is labeled as humanoid as long as the being has at least two arms, two legs, one head and walks vaguely upright. All other details are optional and haphazard.
This humanoid was the best formed being the known multiverse had to offer. He had these golden eyes that fluttered open and closed with waves of emotion, and hair that hung in bronze streaks braided with gold to his waist. Oh, and the blue bit? That didn’t go away. His forehead had become so blue it was nearly black, but the color softened as it headed down his body until the tips of his toes were solar flare white. Plus he had all the right pieces in all the right places. So fucking gorgeous I couldn’t breathe. Didn’t breathe. Until my body reminded me that if I wanted to go on looking at him I required oxygen.
So I did that breathing thing again, and he still remained. My living dream. And, see, the thing is, he doesn’t really exist. My dream is just that. There’s no being I’ve seen in any dive, slave auction, or any other palace that resembled this creature. But there he was, standing in front of me, so he had to be real, right?
A morphing egg. One who knew what I liked. Egg sex then became not only possible, it just had to happen or my brain would implode. The concept of hearing “no” from those incredible azure lips just — no, not going there.
I stood and pointed at my chest, thinking I should at least attempt to introduce myself. “Dolan.”
It… he… turned his head as if considering this. “Xzavia’n.”
Right. The word sounded exotic and sexy, but he could have been talking about his mother for all I knew. But for now, I considered that his name. “Hello, Xzavia’n.”
His mouth crooked in a smile and I had the feeling he was trying hard not to laugh at my pronunciation. “Zian,” he supplied.
OK, that sounded like a name and one I could handle. I took another step closer to him and brushed my thumb against his cheek. His skin was extraordinary. Not plastic, not fur, and yet both. “Hello, Zian.”
He reached for my face and I anticipated a similar gesture, but he ran his fingers through my hair, tugging my face close to his, and kissed me. Deeply. Leisurely. As if exploring my mouth had no equal pleasure.
When he finally did pull back, he wore a broad grin. “Hello, Dolan.”
Was it possible to come from a kiss? If Zian had kept that up a little longer, the hot, sticky answer would be all over my stomach. I rested my hands on his shoulders, sure he would hold me steady until my legs stopped shaking.
While I waited a few seconds for my equilibrium to kick in, my thoughts wandered back to sex. To intercourse with Zian, specifically. How are you? – totally lame. How do I have sex with you? – practical but not sexy. Where do you need my cock to go for procreation? Uhm, totally stupid. Who knew having sex with the male of my dreams would be fraught with so many communication issues?
Zian pulled me closer to him, then bent me backward over his arm. Now the great part about being a bender is that I’m double jointed compared to most species. To say that he bent me over his arm meant that he literally draped me over him, both of my hands and feet touching the floor. This position left my stiff, pulsing cock completely in his face. This realization brought home two facts: 1) perhaps I was too slow in handing out information on how my species had sex and B) after swallowing me, he might know more about my body than I did about his.
As if reading my mind, he did some self-adjusting so he could blow a stream of moist air over the tip of my cock.
I groaned. It was like being swallowed to the root, and yet not. There were so many things about this creature… Zian… I didn’t understand. How I could return such pleasure quickly became one of them, especially being upside down the way I was.
I stiffened my spine, rising until I reached nipple height, and swirled my tongue over his, again tasting his velvety smooth texture. The low hum Zian made seemed to indicate he found the sensation pleasing as well. I did so again, sucking hard, tasting his skin, which reminded me of fruit. Not one in particular, just a refreshing, juicy bite on a hot day.
In return, he lifted me off my feet. No easy feat since I was well muscled from crawling through tunnels all day. Gently and tenderly, he laid me down on the floor. He stretched out next to me, our bodies touching so I could feel his growing hardness against my thigh.
As much as I had always wanted this being, I found I didn’t want to rush things. A lab wouldn’t have been my first choice of settings, and yet my feelings for Zian were very much of a romantic nature. I wanted to slowly treat him to all the pleasure he could take, and then repeat it until exhaustion overcame us. Making this a memory for both of us to remember.
I stroked his face again, memorizing every detail. Finally, I got around to fingering one of his braids. His hair felt as fine as Celandrean silk, as I had always imagined, but it also seemed that my touch had an erotic effect on him. His soft moans encouraged me to delve my fingers through those braids, tugging just a little. His hips began to rock against me and his mouth sought out mine.
Though he attempted to return the gesture by tugging on my short curls, it was the depth and tenderness of his kisses that had me moaning back. Hands roamed skin in tandem, and when the hair tugging revealed his throat to me I added a string of nips, increasing the volume of his moans.
My reaction to such a move was predictable. Precum bubbled up from my slit. His reaction though — his breathing picked up until I thought he was hyperventilating. His hand slid down my back until he reached my ass, then delved between the halves to find my puckered entrance. “Here?” he asked, his voice no longer melodious but rough, similar to mine.
“Uhm…” How could I explain? Did he think that entering me would cause the effect the lab had in mind? If he were after my sperm then he needed to receive what I pitched. After a second or so of consideration, I said, “Yours, yes.”
I wasn’t going to stop to contemplate where my little swimmers were going to end up inside him. Normally male with male sex wouldn’t result in any kind of pregnancy. But if he found my cum acceptable, I’d put it anywhere that made him happy.
He flipped me on my back and straddled my hips. His first attempts to sheath my straining cock within his body were clumsy and bordered on painful. OK, so maybe slow wasn’t the best way to go… this time.
As I used my fingers to enter his tight passage, several thoughts went through my mind. Everything from “This is blarting perfect.” to “Do I need to worry about disease? Does he?”
Zian tried to help by bouncing on my fingers, driving them in deeper. I stroked his lower stomach with my other hand. “Shhh, my lover. It’ll happen. But if we go too fast, I’ll hurt you.”
“Need. Want. Must.”
“I know.” Even if his glorious cock wasn’t standing at full rise, his body sent all the right signals. “Let me guide you.”
“Need all.” Zian’s voice had turned to crumbled stone, the words grating against each other.
“Yes.” I withdrew my fingers. They were a bit sticky so perhaps he made his own kind of lubrication. Between such a physical reaction and my precum, he should be fine when I entered him. At this point, I thought I could read him well enough to know if something went wrong. Still, I planned to go very slow to make sure no harm came to him.
Turned out that wasn’t an issue. At all. My lover not only accepted my cock into his body, but he engulfed my shaft to the root faster than I could have done on my own. His morphing ability allowed him to fit every cell to mine in the most perfect merging of two bodies I’d ever known.
Zian must have been watching me closely when I was showing off for him, for his body didn’t stop at the base of my cock, but enclosed my sac as well. Can you — male, female, asexual or pansexual — imagine your genitals surrounded by velvety latex stroking you with perfection every time you move? and, if you’re like me, you move as much as possible.
I rocked my hips up and down. There was such friction to the movement, and Zian’s walls rippled around me, generating more. I grabbed his hips, grinding our bodies together, and still he seemed to crave more.
Zian was stronger than I am. I knew that. But I was amazed that he could lift me in our current position and hold me even tighter against his body. I arched my back a bit so my hips raised even farther — a bender has to use his skills where he can. Between the deep fucking and the way Zian stroked my balls, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Then, suddenly, Zian rippled. Not gently, like calm waves, but as if he were having some kind of seizure. “Zian, what’s wrong? What can I do?” I lightly brushed my hands over his body in case I could find something I could fix. I couldn’t bear the thought that I might have hurt him.
The rippling continued longer than I could hold my breath. I was just about to summon the med droid, credits and experiment be damned, when Zian smiled and placed a hand on my chest. “Pleasure,” he said with a deeply satisfied smile. “You have given me great pleasure.”
“Oh. Good. Great.”
At that point I realized a few things. One, I already cared for the strange creature, whether he remained my ideal man or not. Two, my cock remained inside him and the things he continued doing with his internal… internal bits made my cock swell beyond what I thought even a bender’s skin could do.
And my balls, they were heavy, tightly drawn against my body. There was pain, but the good kind that told me this orgasm was going to be off the charts. And then, like someone pressing a button just behind the root of my cock, I came. And came. And somehow came again. My balls should have shrunk to the size of prunes as every last sperm was sucked from me.
My mind spun. My body hummed at a level of pleasure I didn’t know my species could achieve. Words seemed weak in comparison to my physical reaction but I felt compelled to make some attempt. “That was –”
“Insemination complete.”
Blarting med droid! I hadn’t heard him enter and would have cursed him if I did. He said twelve hours, and we weren’t anywhere close to that. Didn’t we even get to enjoy the afterglow?
Zian had already become a puddle — in fact I would have missed him had he not stabbed me sharply in the ankle. My “ouch” coincided with a sharp jab at the base of my neck. Null serum. Great. Best sex of my life wiped out in seconds.
“Your function here, Digger HH485, is complete. Your account has been credited. You have been granted an extra hour in the restoration chamber before you return to work. Leave immediately.”
Without even a chance to say goodbye to… Blart! Damn serum.
Apparently my angry contemplation of those lost memories was ill advised. “Leave or be removed,” the droid ordered tonelessly. I’d bet a good credit the machine hoped for a struggle.
Then I felt a nudge at my back. Not so much as a nudge, but a shove. Though I saw nothing behind me but a pool of… something, the light shove got my feet moving in the direction of the door.
As I wound my way toward the Health Center’s exit — I assumed there was a way out of the blarting maze of halls — I decided an hour or so in a restoration chamber didn’t sound like a bad idea. Although why such a bonus had been granted to me during mid-shift mystified me.
However, the closer I got to my chamber — to call the box a room would be an insult to most of the station’s utility closets — the more I felt like I’d been hit by a Moranian brain scrambler. (Yes, getting hit blarting hurts, and it’s one memory I could live without, thank you very much.)
My ankle also hurt. Nothing compared to my head, but something so simple should be easily taken care of with a dab of Fixter one could get from any med box in the station halls. But as I stopped at one, the idea of touching that particular ache seemed like such a bad idea that I shut the cover and kept moving along. (Brains are not “one size fits all” so you have to go to a med station for that, in case you were wondering — and my scrambled brain didn’t like that idea either.)
Once snuggly ensconced in my berth, I sucked down a mineral supplement and then activated the regeneration feature.
Dreams. Vivid, tactile dreams that shouldn’t happen during regeneration, but then neither should the coupling I witnessed between me and a version of the deepest fantasy I’d had all my adult life. Except this time my gorgeous blue partner had a name, Xzavia’n. Zian.
What in the blarting universe was happening to me?

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