Page 249 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

Sunder

I appropriated the unaltered crew quarters next door to my own for the boys.

They were rapidly flagging after their med bay visit and after consuming copious amounts of Tori’s amazing food.

I had eaten slightly too much, too, having missed this tremendously while away.

I didn’t think there was anything better, when it came to food, than Tori’s home-cooked meals.

The meal had been a merry affair, shared with all of my brothers and their mates. Or’tal had joined, and even Uron had made a short but quickly flagging appearance. During it, it had been decided that the safe—with all those precious secrets the other Crimelords were eager for—needed to be cracked.

Chloe had volunteered, and she had clearly recovered enough that Kitan didn’t object.

They were on the bridge of the ship now, with the young woman plugged into the ship so that the Akri, the powerful AI, could use her brain's tremendous computing power to crack the codes to the safe through a link Da’vi had jerry-rigged for them.

Not my worry at this point. We were safe for the time being, so I was going to let Ziame and Or’tal work out the details.

I was pretty sure that once the safe was cracked—which Akri had boasted wouldn’t take long—we’d be off this planet in a heartbeat.

Then we’d drop Or’tal off somewhere so he could make his way back to Kertinal space.

Once en route, we’d signal the Rummicaron authorities, whose territorial space bordered right on Arakon’s solar system.

We were all pretty sure they’d happily swoop in and claim the glory for ending one of the twelve Crimelords.

Well, since Luka had returned to us, the Crimelords were now down to ten.

Too bad we hadn’t managed to take down Drameil yet, that was the one we were all itching to end.

Aggy was patient with the kids as we tucked them into their bunks, telling them a story and making sure there was water available if they wanted any.

The boys had shed their training retinues, the only thing they’d had to wear on Arakon—and now wore oversized shirts the ladies had dug out of their own closets.

Fierce had already quietly assured me he’d make the boys some boots from leather he’d cured from a kill from Serant.

My heart was full, my body a little sore and tired, when I dragged Aggy next door into my own quarters as soon as the boys were asleep.

Inside, she eyed the big mattress with surprise.

“Woah, that’s a big bed, I didn’t expect that!

” I smirked, tugging her closer by a swath of fabric from her long black skirt.

“Take that thing off,” I said to her. I had every intention of burning those black dresses so I’d never have to lay eyes on them again.

I’d seen the bits of colorful fabric sticking out of her bags inside her quarters when I’d been in her room, that’s who she was.

She curled her arms behind her back to undo the fastenings, and my eyes focused on how that pushed her breasts forward.

I unbelted my kilt, placed my long knife in the holster I had strapped to the side of my bed, and swept back the soft blankets.

Turning back to her, I noticed that she was still fiddling with the fastenings of her dress, but her eyes were on my cock.

I preened, my wings spreading as I let her watch her fill.

She realized I knew she was watching me and froze, wetting her lips with her soft, pink tongue.

My cock twitched in response, remembering what it had felt like to sink between those plush pillows.

These quarters weren’t very big, even if they’d once been designed to hold eight people in shifts.

Stepping forward, I reached her in a single step and hooked my clawed finger behind the collar of her dress, dragging the nail down with the satisfying sound of fabric tearing.

A beautiful giggle rose from her mouth, her eyes twinkling. My claw got snagged in the voluminous fabric around her waist, and I yanked just hard enough that the opening became wide enough to slide right down her hips. She wore a scrap of fabric over her cunt, but her breasts were bare.

Cupping my wings behind her back, I dragged her closer until we were pressed together, then tipped up her face so I could taste her mouth.

She came eagerly, her hands roaming over my chest and curling up my back to clutch at the base of my wings.

I ground my cock against her soft belly, fire stealing up my spine.

Her skin was soft as silk, my rough skin catching against her flesh; but she didn’t seem to mind, moaning into my mouth as I cupped one breast and thumbed a nipple with firm pressure.

Picking her up by her tailless rear, I pressed her against the wall, my wings forming a protective barrier between her bare skin and the cold surface.

Now, my cock was pressed against the wet heat between her thighs, her body writhing as I applied pressure to the little nubbin at the top of her slit.

“Sunder, please,” she moaned. “More.” Her skin had a sheen of sweat, especially between her breasts, making her pale skin glisten.

I dipped my head, lapping at the hollow beneath her throat, tasting salt and something uniquely her.

She moaned again, and I pressed my cock against her mound in little rhythmic surges that I knew would send her over the edge.

Teasing her and myself, I nibbled up her throat, scraped my upper tusks over her sensitive flesh, and ended by suckling on her earlobe.

She called out my name, and I pressed my cock harder against her flesh, her legs trembling around my hips as she came apart.

I loved the look on her face as she came; I loved the scent of her desire filling the air.

Now that we were safe aboard the Vagabond, I was going to make damn sure she’d be making that face as often as she’d let me.

Spinning toward the bed, I threw her down onto it, crawling after her.

She was still catching her breath when I grabbed the fabric covering her sex from me and started pulling it down her legs.

It clung to her lower lips, the pale white strip almost see-through from how wet it was.

Once she was bare to me, I pushed her legs wide, my hands on her thighs.

“Hold on, my Fire,” I said, offering the horns on my head for her to hold onto.

“I’m going to be here a while.” Then I lowered my mouth to her core and started licking.

*

Agatha

I was so limp I didn’t know if I could ever move my legs again.

I couldn’t believe that Sunder had stayed true to his word and just camped out between my legs like it was the only thing in the world he wanted to do.

I had lost count of how many times he’d teased me to orgasm with his clever, slightly bumpy tongue and his thick fingers.

I was pretty sure there was a puddle beneath my hips at this point…

Panting out a strained “enough,” he’d finally relented and climbed up my body, his gray eyes warm and glowing.

“I love you, Aggy,” he said, his face breaking out into a wide smile.

I loved every craggy nook and cranny on that rugged face.

Sure, it was far more strongly featured than that of a human, but knowing his character, it had taken on a noble appearance to me.

I didn’t care that he was stuck in his battle-form; he was beautiful to me.

“I love you too, Sunder. I’m so glad we met,” I told him.

I’d long ago come to accept that there was no way for me to return home to my own time.

I had been stuck in the Zeta Quadrant for five years; that was time enough to come to terms with it.

Now, I’d found a new home here, with this brave male, his son, and Amar.

Spreading my legs, I made space for him between them.

“Come home, my love,” I said. The hot, thick head of his cock nudged against my opening.

I was tired, but I was never too tired to feel him inside me.

I was so wet that he slipped inside with ease, each special bump and ridge along the top and bottom of his cock grinding along my inner walls.

“Definitely home,” he grunted as he seated himself from base to tip.

He set a gentle rhythm this time, and while my legs were too tired to wrap around his hips, I hitched them up so I was spread wide for him.

I thought I was going to be able to have another orgasm, but I’d forgotten about those sexy little ridges along his dick.

He was definitely ribbed for my pleasure.

I had never come from penetrative sex before, but with Sunder, it seemed inescapable.

I shattered around him on a cry, my body trembling, my inner muscles clamping down hard on his cock.

He shuddered, his wings trembling like a leafy canopy caught in the wind.

With a few last, deep thrusts, his seed coated my insides in hot splashes.

He leaned down, his forehead against mine, his chest heaving like bellows. “That was amazing.”

We cleaned up after that, curled up beneath the blankets, and within seconds, I was out like a light. It was Sunder’s soft snores that woke me a few minutes later, or at least, I was pretty sure it was only a short while later, as my legs still felt like floppy noodles.

Squinting open my eyes in the soft glow of a small light, I looked at his face and, with a start, sat up straight. Who the fuck was that? My brain scrambled in panic for a second before more rational thoughts prevailed.