LUCK

Nyleena looks like an organic sexbot and even though she’s mean, and there’s pretty much nothing to like about this wild, feral girl—my cocks stiffen at the sight of her every single time.

It’s not fair.

I didn’t choose her. They made us this way.

The longing I feel for her when we don’t have sex every day is undeniable.

I hate it. It’s a weakness I don’t want and never asked for.

So that’s why we’re meeting here on this small patch of grass, surrounded by a bunch of immature space orchids that are just short green stalks with no flowers.

To fuck.

And that’s it.

“Stop talking and climb on,” I say, fisting both my cocks. I’m ready for her. I want to get this over with as soon as possible. Feel the relief as it floods through my blood. Then go back out into the station and be normal.

Until the satiated feeling wears off and we have to do it again.

Mother of suns, why me? Why was I made this way?

That’s the worst part, too. I fucking hate this. I don’t enjoy sex with Nyleena. She’s like water. I need her.

Nyleena reaches between her legs and pulls the tabs that hold her suit together apart with a rip. Smiling that evil smile the whole time she stalks over to me, then steps over me. Straddling my body as she blocks the light with hers.

She lifts up one sharp-heeled boot and places it on my chest, pushing down with force.

I let her do it. I can’t feel shit right now. I’m way too hard to experience pain.

And besides. I can see up her little skirt. Her pussy lips taunting me with the relief I’ll soon feel.

She has this longing too.

If she didn’t have an equal and opposite force of anger and hatred for me inside her the way I do her… if I thought for one second I could talk her into a DNA signature scrambler to make this all go away… I’d do it.

I’d do it and just forget I ever laid eyes on this silver-haired demon.

But we already know we’re fated. We already know that this… partnership, I guess you’d call it, is inevitable.

“No foreplay today, Luck? Why do you always have to meet my already so low expectations? Hmmm? Can you, for once, just surprise me?”

God. I need her closer. Not just because I want to stick both my cocks inside her and get the double ejaculation over with, but so I can cover her mouth with my hand and make her shut up.

But I rally. Because I don’t want her to know how much she gets to me. “Sit down, princess. I’ll show you what foreplay is.”

She takes two steps forward, so her pussy is right over my mouth, grins, eyes shining with evil intentions, then lowers herself so she’s sitting on my chest. She places both hands on my rough, stubbled cheeks and presses her tits into my chin. Staring down into my soul.

We share a moment then.

I wait for her to scoot forward and place her pussy over my mouth so I can eat her out. But she doesn’t move. Just continues to stare at me.

“What the fuck?” I ask. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m trying to see if there’s anything inside that idiot head of yours worth appealing to.”

“Appealing to? Now what?” I growl. “Can’t we just fuck and get this over with?”

“That would be giving you what you want, Luck. What about what I want?”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I have decided that I want to hunt people down and kill them. Veila, specifically, but I’m not that picky. That’s my new job.”

“You want to be a mercenary?” I ask.

“No. I just want to kill people for personal reasons. I want to get my own ship, leave this place, and go hunting for all the assholes who fucked me over. I want to—what are you doing?”

“What?”

“Why is your finger in my asshole?”

“Because we’re having sex,” I deadpan. “And that’s one of the places fingers go.”

“I’m trying to have a serious conversation.”

“Yeah. I know.” I huff. “That’s something we don’t do. I’ve told you that over and over again. Now shut up and fuck me so I can get back to my regularly-scheduled life.”

She opens her mouth. Probably to call me an asshole. But I’m done playing around. I wrap my arms around her, flip her over on her back, and mount her. Both of my stiff, hard cocks pressing forward into her hot, wet pussy.

EXCERPT TWO

NYLEENA

The only thing I hate more about Luck than the fact that we’re forced to fuck every day to keep our sanity is his lack of dirty talk.

He refuses to talk to me or let me talk to him.

That makes me ragey. Because dirty talk is my favorite and he won’t engage.

But one of these days…

“Come,” he commands me.

“Are you kidding?” I ask. “We just started.”

He slaps his hand over my mouth and the rage that was only imaginary two seconds ago manifests in all its glorious reality when I wrap my legs around his middle and squeeze him so tight with my thighs, he gasps.

Take that, asshole.

He glares at me, momentarily distracted. And I use that distraction to my advantage by twisting my body and flipping him over so he’s on his back.

He’s still inside me, the heads of both his cocks swollen in place. Locking us together until we come and relieve the lust hidden deep inside our genetically-matched souls.

My tits bounce on his chest and he grabs my hair, shoots me a warning glare.

I know what that glare says. Don’t make me bleed, Nyleena.

He shoots this look at me every time, and every time I take it as a challenge.

I raise my hand up.

“Don’t,” he growls.

“Oh,” I say. “He can speak. Tell me more,” I purr.

“Do not—”

But I do it anyway.

I swipe my nails right down the side of his cheek and hiss at him like a feral cat.

He wraps his muscled arms around my upper body, squeezing me tight as he pulls me down on to his chest.

I’ll admit, Luck is strong. And when he gets me in a lock like this, there’s no way I can escape until he lets me.

But I don’t make it easy.

I squirm and twist in his grip. All the while his hips are thrusting up with powerful force. So hard that his balls are slapping against my clit.

This momentarily takes my mind off the forced submission and I float a little.

“Come,” he commands again, growling out the word in my ear. “Right. Fucking—”

I do.

I come.

The light locked up inside me pulses out in flickering waves at first. And then it stops just as his cocks contract inside me. My luminous flux holds steady for a moment so when his contractions are over, and his sperm is ready to explode into me, my flux knows what to do and it bursts into fractals of geometrically-shaped light that dance and crackle around our bodies. Electrifying them like charged ions flowing out from a sun on a matrix of deep, dark space-time.

He throws me over to the side, his cocks slipping out of me, dripping with our shared release, and breathes hard and heavy.

I lie there with eyes closed. Not caring that he just literally threw me away.

Because this is the best part.

I wait for him to tuck his dicks away, mumble out, “Thank you,” as he walks off and leaves me alone.

And then… I let out the last of my climax.

Because I never give him all of me.

I have one little hidden, secret surprise that he will never know about.

I open my eyes and come for real. Silver-laced lavender light shoots up and out, bouncing off the UV reflectors above the grass and flowers, and comes back down to blanket my body, and this entire secret garden, in a soft, purple glow.

And all the plants around me grow ten times taller from my sexy, lust-filled, nutritious light.