Many different humanoid species could easily tolerate the planet’s almost Earthlike conditions. The air was slightly thinner, and the gravity a little less than on Earth, but still within fully tolerable levels. Rumors suggested they also had a behind-the-scenes trade in fulfilling the fantasies of men who wanted to experience the life of a full submissive servant for a set period of time. If they did, it wasn’t something they advertised in their tourist brochures, which promised women a worry-free chance to be totally pampered…in all ways.
Ford frowned. “I don’t want you down there.”
Emi pretended to pout. “So how am I supposed to see what life’s like on the planet if I can’t experience it firsthand?”
Ford kissed her, crushing his mouth over hers as his cock hardened and pressed against her through his uniform pants. “You want male slaves? The three of us, we’ll give it to you. I guaran-damn-tee you if you think you’re going to go play happy tourist on the surface that Aaron and Caph will back me up when I say fuck no.”
She played with his shirt collar. “So show me now.”
He grinned. “I can’t. I’m on watch. Someone’s gotta mind the store with the other two asleep. No offense, babe, but you don’t have enough experience in a case like this.” He kissed her again before releasing her and stepping away. “I will show you tonight, though. Good and hard.” He tugged at his uniform trousers to adjust the hard bulge poking out.
Emi’s heart raced as she felt familiar, sensuous heat pool between her legs at the fire burning in Ford’s eyes. “Tease.”
A slow, sly smile played across his mouth. “Not me, babe. You know me better than that. I don’t tease. Rest up for tonight. You’ll need your strength.” Okay, that did it. Now a deep pulsing, throbbing need pulled her attention straight to between her legs.
She didn’t want to wake the other two men. With a sigh, she headed down to the hydroponics lab to work on her plants and try to forget her sexual frustration.
She’d forgotten all about her earlier exchange with Ford by later that day. She’d crawled into bed after dinner when Ford trotted into the cabin, still apparently full of energy.
“What’s with you?” she asked.
“I’ve had a whole day to think about what I’m going to do to you with you all to myself.”
Their earlier banter returned to her mind. “Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry. I’m worn out.”
She fought really hard not to giggle at his sad expression. “Worn out?”
“I’m sorry.”
Aaron chose that moment to walk in. Caph had the watch that night. “What’s going on?”
Ford looked pitiful as he slowly started undressing. “I’m horny and Emi’s not. Been looking forward to this all day.”
Aaron rolled his eyes. “You big baby.” He grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck and pulled him close, kissing him brutally. Ford’s hands fell from where they were unbuttoning his trousers and reached for Aaron. “What’s wrong with me?” Aaron asked, his tone growly and full of need.
Ford looked dazed, his lips full and red from their kisses. “Nothing,” Ford breathlessly replied.
“Good. Then get naked and get your ass in bed and I’ll take care of you.”
Ford sprang into action, the bounce back in his step. He landed on the bed next to Emi. “Hiya.”
She smiled. “Hiya.”
“Hands and knees, Ford,” Aaron ordered.
She looked up and caught Aaron’s playful smile as Ford complied. Ford’s cock already jutted out from his body, a drop of pre-cum pearling at the end of his slit.
Aaron finished stripping and knelt behind Ford. “Em, you feel like giving him a hand?”
“Of course.”
Ford moaned, his head dropping to rest on his arms as Aaron applied lube to his ass and began prepping him with two fingers. Emi reached under Ford and started stroking his cock. When Aaron was ready, he lined up the swollen head of his shaft with Ford’s rim and pressed forward. He paused, giving the moaning man a moment to adjust to him before he slowly started fucking him.
Emi kept time with her hand, slicking Ford’s pre-cum over his cock for lube. She looked up into Aaron’s brown gaze, her heart fluttering when he winked at her.
“Harder,” Ford gasped. “Please!”
Emi and Aaron complied, until Ford rocked on his knees, slamming back to meet every thrust. The sound of flesh slapping together, Aaron’s ragged breathing, and Ford’s happy moans filled the room. If she hadn’t been so tired, she’d already be joining them.
Ford rose up on his arms and threw his head back. “Yes!” His cock hardened in Emi’s hand, immediately followed by his cum exploding all over her fingers.
Aaron thrust one last time, his body going rigid in a sign Emi knew all too well. His eyes fell closed as his balls emptied into Ford’s ass. Then, exhausted, the men fell to the bed together.
Emi dragged herself from bed to wash her hand and get them a cloth. When they’d all cleaned up, they curled up together, Emi happily sandwiched between them.
Ford let out a happy sigh. “That was great. Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Aaron teased.
“Sorry I pooped out on you, sweetie,” Emi said.
He kissed her. “Don’t worry. I’ll take a rain check.”
Chapter Eight
They all gathered on the Tamora Bight’s bridge as they emerged from their jump. The disabled Kal’moran vessel appeared on their scanners immediately upon emerging from their jump.
“Got her,” Ford said. “About two hours away.”
Aaron waved Emi over to the command console and vacated his seat for her. He held out a hand, indicating for her to sit.
Confused, she stared at him. “What?”
He smiled. “I’m just the pilot. You’re the captain,” he teased.
Rolling her eyes, she took his seat. “I’m glad you think this is so funny. What am I supposed to do?”
“Hail the d’Acklan.” He reached out and hit the communications button. “And tell them we’re here.”
Before Emi could respond, she heard a tone indicating a hail. A female voice speaking accented English standard came over the channel. “Kal’moran vessel d’Acklan.”
Emi cleared her throat. “Hi. This is Dr. Emilia Hypatia of the DSMC vessel Tamora Bight. We’ve been sent to assist you back to Kal’moran.”
“You are the captain?”
She started to say no, but Aaron vigorously nodded his head at her. “Um, yes. That’s me. Captain Doctor Hypatia.”
Caph clapped a hand over his mouth and attempted to stifle his laughter. Ford reached over and smacked him on the shoulder. Aaron glared at them and sliced a hand across his throat. Cut it out.
Emi hoped she didn’t burst out laughing.
The other voice spoke again. “Thank you, Captain Hypatia. Or do you prefer the title of Doctor?”
“Doctor’s fine.”
“Very well. I am Commander Ren’yawlkin, in charge of this vessel. Our pilot is Mlaui Mil’rawin, and she will be in charge of the logistics of the tow by your vessel.”
Emi looked at Aaron, glad they were on audio only and not visual. Logistics? she silently mouthed to him.
He nodded at her, waving his hand in a circle at her, indicating for her to continue.
Emi was clueless. She had no idea what logistics were involved. She shrugged at him.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Introduce me as your pilot.”
“Oh!” She clapped a hand over her mouth. Then she spoke loudly enough the com link would pick it up. “My pilot is Aaron Lucio. He’ll be in charge of logistics on our end.” She smiled, proud of herself. Gods, I almost sound like I know what the heck I’m talking about.