Queen of the Sky Frontier - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Eden arched her back as her gunner's mate sank his long, dark cock into her from behind, thrusting deeply until he was flush against her backside. He groped at her flanks and made a low noise of satisfaction, drew back slowly and then buried himself inside her again. She stretched her arms over her head, clawing up fistfuls of the sheet as she crooned in pleasure. Sometimes being the captain was fantastic.

At the head of the bed, Gray reclined naked against the pillows with a glass in one hand, pouring himself more whiskey with the metal one. His hair was mussed and he looked flushed and replete. He finished pouring and raised his glass. "Here's to piracy," he said, grinning.

Eden propped herself up on her elbows and puffed hair from her face. Fresh from a bath, her hair was loose and unbound, spreading everywhere in curls and coils. She tried to glare at him but another thrust made her bite her lip and hood her eyes. "Oh Billy, that's the way."

"Yes Captain," Billy grunted. He was young and good-looking and he had arms like oaks from handling the artillery. He was her favorite saddle when she wanted a mount. He ran his hands over her ass, up and down her back as he pounded into her. He knew how she liked it. She braced herself and every stroke from him almost knocked the breath from her.

By twisting just a little bit and peering through her hair, Eden could see the mirror mounted to the wall over the dresser. Billy's dark-toned skin contrasted so sharply with her own pallor. It was exciting to look at.

Then his thrusts grew harder and she put her face in the sheets, grunting as he shoved into her, his hips smacking against her ass. Gray pushed her hair from her face so he could see her expression, grinned. She hissed at him and he leaned down and kissed her, still tasting of her own juices. He trailed his metal hand down her back and she felt the prickle of electricity - like a stickiness.

Billy started. "Whooo! I can feel that!" He slowed down, taking long, deep strokes inside his captain, savoring her slick heat. Gray ran more current into Eden's skin and she felt it tingle and tickle wherever Billy touched her, the little sparks that jumped when his hips pressed against her.

"Oh I'll bet you can," Gray said. He kissed Eden again, then tossed back the rest of his drink and kissed her with open mouth, drooling the harsh liquor onto her tongue. His metal hand slid around and under her as she pushed herself up to meet him. He pinched her nipple and gave it a jolt, made her jump and squirm. Billy groaned and fucked her harder. God she was so close.

Gray ran another shock through her body and that was all it took. She bit his lip hard enough to draw blood onto her tongue as her climax made her twist and thrash in their grip. Billy knew what she wanted, held on and fucked her right through it. Gray grabbed her jaw and shocked her again, and her climax rolled over and hit again without really stopping, making her bite down harder on his lip and growl like an angry jaguar.

She sagged, tasting blood in her mouth, and Billy drew out of her carefully. She flipped her hair from her face and looked back at him. "Close?"

He nodded, tight-lipped, and she rounded on him. Like a cat she stretched on hand and knees and lunged forward to take him in her mouth. He groaned and leaned back, let her suck down on his sticky length. She braced a hand on his muscular thigh and worked her lips up and down the hard shaft, tasting herself, tasting the salty stuff already weeping from the tip.

She made a sound in her throat as Gray pushed her knees together to lift her ass up. His metal hand was cool against her back as he pressed his cock between her thighs and then thrust into her. She was so wet and ready she barely felt him at all until he hit bottom and the stroke inside made her grunt.

It only took a few strokes for her to get into a rhythm. She loved this - between two men, both of them hot and hard and wanting her. She let Gray's thrusts push her forward onto Billy's cock, sucked hard as she drew back off him. He was almost ready to go. She took more and more of him as she was fucked forward onto his length, until his big tool was almost all the way in her mouth.

She felt the first spurt, the pulse through his hard flesh, and then when she drew back her mouth was full of the salty stickiness as it pulsed out of him. Eden braced herself and grabbed the root of him with her fist, jerked and wrung at him as he spurted across her tongue. There was more and more of it, until it overflowed and ran down her chin to drip on the bedclothes.

She pulled off him, swallowed convulsively as more of his come dripped from her lips, stretched like candy floss from his cock to her tongue. He grabbed himself with his own hand, covering her own smaller one, and jerked it, squeezing more come from the tip. he rubbed it on her lips and she licked at it, smearing it around, sucking it from the end.

"Oh now there's a sight," Gray said, driving into her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, making her groan and wiggle back against him. "You like the taste of that, do you?" He reached his metal arm around and under, found her button swollen and ready. "Do you?" He sent a jolt through her and everything went white for a moment, she didn't even feel him inside her. Then she came again so violently it was like being kicked in the belly, her muscles hunching and locking up.

"God, you're squeezing," Gray hissed, grinding into her.

Eden laughed and shoved back, catching him just as he drew out of her, and pushed him back onto his haunches. He grabbed for her waist and then she rocked back, pinning him down. He grunted and arched, pushing up into her.

She gathered her hair up and shot a look at him over her shoulder, smirking. "You think that's a ride? I'll show you something." She got her legs gathered under her and rode him, slow, smooth motions of her hips. She had a read on him now, knew just how he wanted it; just how to squeeze, how to tilt her hips, how to move.

She rode him like a pony, smiling as she saw him lose control, clutching at her flanks and gasping for breath. He eyes squeezed shut and he bared his teeth, breathing in quick gulps of air, as she drove him right up to the edge, and then backed off. He hissed in frustration and she laughed, drove him again right to the brink and held him there a moment just to hear him whimper.

Quick she pulled off him and grabbed his slippery length in her fist, squeezed him, pressed his cock against her pussy and rubbed against it. Three good pulls and he went off, his come spurting out of him and spilling over her hand, splashing her belly, and then jetting across his thighs as he gasped and shuddered under her.

Eden wrung the last twitch from him and then brought her gooey hand to her mouth, licked the salty stuff from the backs of her fingers. She loved the taste and smell of it, the brute male odor like nothing else. She liked it on her skin, on her tongue.

"Fuck," Gray swore softly, shuddering.

"How's that for a trick?" she said, chuckling. She smiled at Billy. "Thank you Billy, that will be all tonight."

He nodded to her and got up. "Yes, Captain."

Eden rolled off Gray and flopped on the bed beside him. "You too, Ulysses." She slapped his thigh. "Out. I sleep alone."

"Or with Zenobia," he said. "You know I can be quite cuddly."

"Then maybe Billy craves company in his rack, ask him about it." She snickered and trailed her fingers through the mess on her belly. "And if you see that beast-woman, send her in here. If she stays below she'll have the crew fucked into uselessness by morning."

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Eden lolled on the bed for a few moments after they left, almost fell asleep and then roused herself. She wanted a quick cleanup in the washroom before she turned in. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, sat up and looked around. Her things were still piled and heaped mostly on the floor after being toted over from the Cacafuego. The cabin was smaller than her old one but well-appointed, with dark wood walls and bright brass fittings on the doors and ports. In the style of the newer ships it had only a few small windows and relied on electric light. She wasn't sure she cared for it.

She stood up and stretched, shook her hair out, and then stopped. Something was off. She held still, squinted, sniffed. The room smelled wrong, but that was because another person had been staying in it, it would be weeks before it smelled of her and Zena. That wasn't what nagged at her.

Eden sat very still, letting her head hang forward as if she were sleepy. She listened, breathing slowly and quietly. She heard something, and it took all her control not to turn her head that way. Something was moving in the corner, over beside the door to the outer room, where the maps were stashed in slots built into the wall. There was a trunk of her clothes standing on end between her and the spot, so she could not see.

She twisted her back to the right, slowly, as if still stretching. First she had to turn away from the corner, so turning back would seem natural. There was another sound, and now she was certain it was a person. How could a person be in here and she not see them? She twisted back the other way, peeking through her hair and she saw. . . nothing. There was no sign of anyone.

No, that was not quite right. There was something, a sort of weird shifting of the outline of the trunk, but only on one side. She made a yawning sound, keeping her eyes fixed on that spot, and then she saw it. The air between her and the trunk seemed to shift and move, colors and shapes fading and bleeding into one another, and then she saw the knife.

It came out of nowhere, literally. She saw the gleam of the steel and then she had no more time for examination because it was coming for her and she hurled herself back, across the bed, and came up on her feet on the far side. When she looked she saw the knife just hovering there in space, only she could not quite see the handle because there were fingers on it - a hand - but the outlines of them kept shifting, and she could not properly focus on them.

She heard a muttered "shit" and then the knife lowered out of her sight behind the bed. After a moment, the weird outlines faded and she couldn't see anything but the walls of the cabin no matter how hard she strained her eyes. Yet her eyes still didn't want to focus quite right, and she knew something was there.

An invisible enemy. That much was plain, but how were they accomplishing it? An experimental assassin of some sort, sent to kill her. How long had they been in here? Or had they been aboard even before she took the ship? A holdover from the old crew? No, that was unlikely.

It could hide almost perfectly then, but moving made it easier to see, so it would behave like an ambush hunter - it would lie in wait and strike when the moment was right. She had seen it, so now it was lying low and disappearing anew. Only it knew it was discovered, and thus it could not waste any time.

Eden saw her sword - Dire's sword - hanging on the bedpost across the bed. The hunter had lowered to the floor to break her line of sight, planning to creep around the edge of the bed and attack her from the flank.

She heard the exhalation as her assailant lunged and again she leaped onto the bed, rolled on her shoulder and almost fell onto the floor. She grabbed for the hilt of her sword and brought it singing out even as the half-seen phantom lunged after her, knife held ready.

The blade slashed at her, trying to get in under her guard before she could ready herself, but Eden had learned knife-play from the very best. Her hand flashed down and caught the invisible arm. She felt warm and naked skin under her fingers as she twisted the lunge aside and then turned, thrust her hip against her unseen attacker and shoved them over to crash on the floor.

The knife skittered across the deck and Eden dropped onto her opponent before they could vanish again. They were naked and smooth, and one groping hand assured her they were plainly male. This close, moving so quickly, their camouflage began to break down and she suddenly realized she was not facing an invisible killer, but one able to change the color of their skin to blend into the background.

Once she realized it, her perceptions changed like an optical illusion breaking, and her lightning brain quickly delineated the outlines of a human form. She tried to get her sword at their throat but a foot thrust into her belly and threw her back. Footsteps thudded on the deck as the half-visible assassin ran for the door.

It opened just as he reached it, slamming hard into him and knocking him down. Zenobia stood in the doorway, looking half-drunk and confused. She looked at the shifting outline and blinked hard. "Cono, what the maldito-"

Eden was up quickly, knowing if the intruder made it into the outer parts of the ship they might never find him. He was trying to get up and she kicked hard at the back of his knee, driving him back down. Her sword flashed out and caught him under the chin.

She dug the point in just enough that a trickle of red seemed to flow from thin air and drip down the edge. "Enough, you are caught," she said. "Your future now depends on cooperation." She caught her breath, pushed hair from her face with her free hand. "Now. Reveal yourself."

It paused, and then she heard a sigh. Like watching ink spread in water, color flowed into the vague outline, washing away the shifting shades of the walls and floor. Revealed was a compact, muscular man with mahogany skin and no hair anywhere in his body. He spread his hands and stood up slowly, Eden's sword still at his throat.

"Quill," he said. "At your service."

"We'll see about that, sir," Eden said.

Zenobia blinked at him, rubbed at her face. "Que cono?"

Continued in Queen of the Sky Frontier (See link in Author Bio)

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