[tent Warning: rough, svery, asm trol, submission, sci-f

  Entering the on room Kaster saw that K’rra was kneeling naked in the ter. Her sve silks were gone leaving nothing but pale blue flesh. Her hands rested on spread thighs showing everything off. His gaze went to her full breast with small indigo nipples. On each was a silver hoop. Her hss figure was his for the taking, she was his.

  She opened her eyes and looked up at him through copper bangs. “There was little to , Master. You are quite fastidious.”

  Her knees opened more drawing his gaze down to purple lips, and a hint of red stubble. With a long breath, she subtly pushed her chest out and wriggled almost imperceptibly. She was baiting him, trying to lure him in. And it was w, he could feel his hungers as he looked down ohere would be little else to do for the nine hours in hyperspace.

  He strode to her as she gasped, “Master?”

  He swept her up from the floor, hefting her easily in his arms. She squealed as he smmed her down against a table. Her arms ed around his shoulders and neck, her legs twined around his thighs. She was naked, he felt a pang of frustration that there was nothing to tear off. Instead, he shoved her back hard to the table. She spyed out letting her arms fall across red locks, her breasts spilling out wide across her chest. Tipping her head sideway she looked at him from the er of her eyes as he worked frantically at his trouser buckles.

  Her whole body unduted, fanning his fmes. Blue calves pulling him into her as he worked his pants down. He leaned over her and grabbed her by the back of the neck, yanking her up into him, crushing her lips to his. Looking into her purple eyes there was aion unlike anything he’d felt before. He wanted her so singurly that he would topple cities to have her. And she was all his. He thrust his too her open mouth, and she moaned cirg his with her own. Their tongues wrestled with each other, but she yielded to him easily.

  Stepping into her, he felt his cock slide against full lips, tickled by a hint of stubble. She moaned using her ankles hooked around his ass to pull him harder against her, lifting her hips up to meet him as she did so. Ag with a hardness he hadn’t experienced in a long long time he slid along her feeling just how wet she was. She broke the kiss with an agonized moan.

  Her hands clutched at his shirt, pulling it up and baring his ski her pull it off him and stood before her heir hips toug and grinding against each other. Her eyes went down to his chest, and she traced a long scar with a finger. When she looked back up into his eyes he could see deep , her passion aion g in most Gythians.

  “Please, Master, use me. It’s what I was made for. Let me show you.” She whispered breathlessly at him.

  He could see the need in her eyes. He could feel it through his Focus without any effort. She wao be fucked, wa badly. His mio dark pces… what sorts of deviants in the pace could resist this? He wanted her so badly he ached painfully.

  “Fuck me, Master.” She whimpered.

  And he did. Without any need for hands, he lined up against her, feeling the molten burning of her slick t against his cockhead. He slid in so easily, and she pushed back against him moving him deep inside her. His groan was loud filling the room. She made a shiggle turning into aatic sigh as he pressed in bottoming out inside her.

  “Stars! Yes!” she gasped. Clutg at him she stared deep into his eyes. Her whole body moving under her, feeding his hunger, enfming her own. One of her hands moved from his shoulder to the small of his back, urging him into her.

  With his owatic sigh, he begin smming into her. Pulling out slowly to the tip, then seizing forward to beat against her cervix. She gasped and cried out with every thrust. Her hips rotated as he beat against her, she was looking for that spot, that angle.

  When she found it, he groaned. She’d tipped her hips just so, squeezed him so perfectly, that every fire inside him erupted in a o own her. He lost himself in an animal fury. Pounding away at her, making her sing in sighs and groans that echoed through the small room. While she had masterfully found his perfect spot, Kaster lost all sense of trol, snarling and fug her like a mindless animal.

  Their eyes locked together, hers wide and eager begging for more, his angry and demanding using her as she had said. He fucked her like it was all she’d ever been made for. Her mouth opened gasping for air between grunts and high-pitched sighs. She squeaked out an opera of ecstasy.

  Wanting oh so much more she pulled herself up to him with the arm around his shoulders. Pressed her ample breasts to his chest, crushed them against him.

  “Yes! Yes. I’m yours. Own me, Master.” She begged, throwing her head bad wing her eyes shut. Howling like a wild beast she bucked back against him. If her performance had been trolled at the diable, this was so opposite it stunned him. She was nothing more than a creature of ality indulging every sense he had as she rode wildly on his cock.

  As he neared his own climax, pounding away in her mercilessly, she begged, “Please, Master, may I cum?”

  Kaster wao answer, but he was too lost in trying to find the bottom treedy hungry t. No matter how he stabbed into her, no matter how much force he pounded her with, she was eager for more. He grunted over her, s down his fad chest uo form words.

  “You have to say it, Master.” She whined in a high voice, “You have to give me permission.”

  He lost trol, everything he’d been holding bamer into her broke. He felt him self seize up, the pressure in his cobearable. Howling and snarling he exploded, a fierce teariioing from the tip of his cockhead.

  “Cum!” he yelled out between waves of overwhelming pleasure.

  K’rra’s high pitched sighs turned into a long squeal, a shriek of release. Her hips bucked fiercely against his trying to milk every drop from his twitg cock. She lifted herself off the table to fuck him in wild delight, nails digging painfully into his skin while he tihrusting into her obliviously.

  Without evoking it, Kaster’s Focus reached out giving him sight into the sightless universe. He walked among a hall of mirrors. His own image splitting in twos, fours, dozens. K’rra appeared, on her knees, at a puter, looking up from a ser, in twos, fours, dozens. A WaveBde came sshing down at him, held by his prey the Fury Jae, she snarled, in twos, fours, dozens. Hol Vydon, a stained knife in hand, standing over a pool of blood, in twos, fours, dozens. The mirrors shattered spraying fragments in every dire, pierg him, cutting him deep, shredding him.

  When Kaster returned he was on his elbows over K’rra still buried deep in her. She still clutched at him with arms, legs, pussy. Her wide eyes looked into his, searg for something, some e, with a halting giggle and nervous smile on her lips.

  K’rra pulled herself up to whisper in his ear, “Thank you… Thank you, Master.”

  She peppered his neck with kisses, g into his ear as she did so.

  Kaster lifted her off the table still buried inside her. K’rra gasped in lovely ways and locked her arms and legs around him. She buried her fa his neck squealing as he walked through the on area. He walked to his door thehrough it when it slid open. Easily down he pced her on his bunk slipping out of her in the process. She moaned in disappoi but refused to release him with her limbs, pulling him down onto the bunk with her.

  She scooted back to the wall trying to make as mu for him as possible on the single person bunk. He eased in beside her, with both on their sides there was a surprising amount of room. She pressed her face to his chest.

  “Thank you, Master. You’ve made me so happy to please you.”

  He tried to prehend what she’d just said. They’d just met a few ho and he’d fucked her twice already. She had no say iter, he could fuck her whenever he chose. It was a struggle to uand how that could make anyone happy. Especially a stoic Gyth.

  “How does that make you happy?” he asked.

  She tightened her arms around him, “I was told you would be a difficult man to please. That I would have to work hard to please you. But you’ve showhat you want me, you desire me. I am naturally pleasing to you and that fills me with such joy. I will be a very good servant for you.”

  “You were not appreciated in the Hol’s house?”

  “Appreciated?” she cooed, “You appreciate me?”

  “I asked a question.”

  “Of course, Master, my apologies.” She smiled warmly up at him regardless of the chastisement. “I was one of many. We took pleasure in serving, but it’s so much better to serve oo be… appreciated.”

  Kaster didn’t enjoy where the versation was headed. He attempted to roll away but K’rra tightened her grip on him.

  “Please, Master. Another moment to indulge.”

  He pulled her arm off him, “I have work.”

  “Of course. My apologies.” She watched with a hurt look as he stood.

  “You have run of the ship… Do you have any? What did you do before you were… taken?”

  K’rra sat up, “Permission to freshen up, Master?”

  “Of course.” Kaster felt odd standing before a stranger naked. Somone he’d spend more time with than a quick fuck.

  She scooted to the edge, then stood herself. As she passed by him, she pnted a soft wet kiss on his chest. He watched her ass sway, w if she was doing it on purpose as she exited into the on area.

  Kaster left the room and gathered his discarded clothing. He spotted the datapad the majordomo had spoken of, lying pushed back to one er of the table. As he dressed, he realized she hadn’t answered his question. He pulled up a chair and flicked the datapad on. There were only a handful of files on the device. He set the datapad aside and waited patiently, and longly, for K’rra to finish freshening.

  When she exited the fresher, she shot a warm smile at Kaster and walked to him. As she k on the floor beside him, he asked, “So… what were you before capture?”

  “I was a stist. General sces specializing in physid astronomy with degrees from Ry’thth K’ttq on Gyth and Kepler Uy…”

  “Of Federated Fleet and.” Kaster finished for her when she paused.

  He sidered this as he looked down at her kneeling. She was wasted as a mere sex sve, he thought. Vydon was short sighted, she’d be an asset at any b in the gaxy. He wondered if she’d pyed the warlotten him to deliver her to the hapless sap heading for Federated space so she could affe escape.

  “I o know about your capture.”

  “Master, it’s…”

  “No. I o know. Now.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her shoulders stooped as she looked down at the floor. “I was assigo a sce vessel that was attacked by pirates. I had an opportunity to escape, but chose to remain.”

  “Why would a woman choose svery? Why would a stist choose that?”

  She hesitated before answering, “I ’t expect you will fully uand, Master, but I will try to expin. Gyth is a monoculture that developed after an atomic war nearly destroyed us as a species. To prevent another such catastrophe, a great value ced on logid stoicism. I was born into a culture that did not know how to smile. All my life I felt something missing, a hollowness ihat could not be filled. When the pirates took us, they impnted us, and those devices opened up a flood of emotions I’d never had the joy to experience before. When escape became possible, I chose to remain. I wao tinue experieng joy even at the cost of personal agency. I’d bee addicted to feeling.”

  She looked up at him, worry etched across her face, “Have I expined well? you uand why I might choose such a thing?”

  He stared into her fragile faderstandiirely. He motioned for her to e to him. She rushed up into his arms and he pulled her across his p.

  “We are the same more than you could know.” Kaster expined as she gazed at him hoping his words were true, “I was trained as a Fury, but only partially. To bee a Maester you o emotion, bee cold, calg, a robot to a dead religion. I wouldn’t have it, so I fled. I embraced my emotions. Uood that nothing made me feel so alive as having that bloodlust pulse through my veins. Anger, joy, and pride are not the enemy, but tools in an arsenal. I too wao feel. I uand you pletely.”

  K’rra threw herself into him and they kissed passionately, deeply, fiercely. She moved a leg around him to straddle him and ground herself against him wanting to show him how much she had needed ao aowledge her words. Gripping him tightly she wanted nothing more than to melt into him.

  When he broke the kiss pressing her back, she searched his face. Her purple eyes looking deep into his, wanting him to take her again, wanting to do anything and everything for him. He could feel these emotions burning so hot from her they scalded his Focus, bli to everything else in the universe. He knew her very soul was his.

  “You are my Master.” She whispered in an oath to him.

  “And you are mine.” He said.

  She crushed him in an embrace that might crack ribs if he were not so fit. With her face buried in his neck he felt the first hot stinging tears. Unsure what to do with her, he simply held her and rocked in the chair.

  After a time had passed, he whispered, “I have work to do.”

  She forced herself away, still gazing at him in adoration, “My apologies, Master.”

  Lifting herself from him she k on the floor beside his chair. The moment was so overwhelming that she broke protocol and threw her arms around his leg, rested her fa his knee, as he flicked the datapad on.

  He spent some time watg the footage on the device. The o robbery was captured from many different angles. Without a doubt it showed a Fury, WaveBde in hand, cutting through thugs and toughs in a brazen dispy of violence, even by Coalition standards. The Fury not only knew how to hahe Bde, but she was skilled with her focus as well, using it to flip a swit a caged room allowing her access to a vault. She threw objects at the o defenders and with a wave of her hand caused the lights to bck out. Kaster was ied, he wao cross Bdes with her. The fights at the o were horribly one sided. Even outnumbered the Fury cut through swarths of defenders.

  On the vault she wasted no time loading a floating tray with tainers Kaster guessed held hundreds of thousands of credits. Her escape with the loot was also easily aplished, pushing the cart along and fighting alongside it, leaving a trail of dead and wouhugs.

  There were no police reports to read. Yirnte was warlord Vydon’s world, only his security forces had iigated and submitted reports. Kaster read them thhly, but they offered no insight as to why a Fury would attack such a pce, or take mohere was nothing. No hint of ari, no evidence of some long lost Fury artifact. This looked like a crass strong armed robbery and nothing else.

  The Furys prided themselves on being peaceful warrior monks who used their wisdom aion of material things to uphold justi the gaxy. The Federation was the only govero tolerate them. As such they acted as a sort of stabury, wandering freely and righting wrongs where they found them. If she were a Rogue Fury like himself, that might expin her as. But revealing herself would bring the entire Fury order hunting.

  Perhaps that’s why she’d itted the robbery in Coalitioory? And chosen a warlord’s personal o as the target? The news would be slow to get back to the Federation. That was if the warlord would ever let it leak his personal territory had been attacked.

  It might make sense for a Rogue Fury to do this… but Jae was still registered with the Furys. Her as, no matter who the target was, would be questioned by the order and severely reprimanded.

  Unless… he pohe thought a moment… uhe Federation was waging a guerril atta the Coalition before the start of an official war. Would the Furys be willing to do such a thing? Was the Federation capable of pulling both a stid their head out of ass long enough to coct such a pn? Gears within gears seemed to be spinning and Kaster was eager to see the whole picture.

  He watched footage of Jae taking her cargo onto a ship. It was an aging Federation scout vessel. He paused the video ahe datapad so K’rra could see it.

  “What do you know about this type of vessel?”

  K’rra studied the image a moment, “A Needle-css scout vessel. First issioned about two hundred years ago, they saw extensive servi the expansion period of the Federation. Crew of six with one hardpoint for ons. Hundreds of thousands of these were built and saw service over the hundred years. They are now a retired vessel, but proved so robust that they are still seen iion by private owo this day. You would be more likely to see them on the rimward side of the Federation, a cheap reliable workhorse.”

  “Does the Federation still operate any of these?”

  “No, Sir. The st of them were de-issioned nearly a hundred years ago. Repced by the Occulout-css scout and Misterra-css corvette.”

  “Federation Special Services doesn’t maintain any of these?”

  “They might, but it’s rumored they own a number of private vessels, and a few covert official vessels as well. Anyone in the gaxy could own that ship in the image.”

  “Void.” Kaster grumbled, “There’s no name on her.”

  “But there is a registration number.”

  Kaster peered at the image, “Where? I don’t see any numbers.”

  K’rra pointed out a series of dots on the ships side. “There, Master. It’s in Braille. FSS-186400”

  “I thought you said the Federation wouldn’t have any more of these ships.”

  “They don’t,” K’rra replied, “but we find out who it was sold to at any library.”