Page 9 of Warped
CHAPTER 9: REK
I can hear Binx moaning all the way from the cockpit, and I don’t even have the intercom on. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a companion make such a ruckus before. Certainly not this soon after entering the Warp.
That sound turns my dick into diamonds.
It’s normal for me to get hard as soon as we pass through the Gate. Happens every time. That’s just the nature of the Warp. But this time, the needy sound of Binx’s voice is making my arousal even more intense than usual. I’m so hard it fucking hurts , and it’s a wonder my dick doesn’t rip right through the front of my jeans.
It’s all I can do to keep from jumping out of my control cradle so I can rush downstairs and fuck her into silence. And although he would never admit it, I know Traven is feeling the same way.
But there’s still work to be done. Our need is gonna have to be put on hold while we set a course through the Warp, and Binx is just gonna have to manage without us until we’re done.
She’ll be okay. Nobody has actually died from arousal before.
At least not that I know of.
I do my best to block out the sounds coming from the bedroom below, and I focus on the task at hand.
Traven and I are both lying on our backs in our respective control cradles, looking up at the ceiling of the cockpit, where the main viewing screen is located. The cockpit is designed this way because it more accurately reflects how the ship is moving. When it’s landed, the Nomad looks like an upright egg—or the head of a cock, according to some of our past companions—but when it flies, it flies tip first. So by lying on our backs and facing the ceiling, we’re actually facing the direction the ship is flying.
Like always, the viewing screen blanked out as we breached the gate, but a moment later it comes back on again, providing us with a view of the churning, multi-colored foam of the Warp.
Home sweet home.
I’ve always felt more at home in the Warp than in the mundane reality of the material realm. I guess the sailors of old must have felt the same way about the sea. They talked about the sea like it was a woman, and they ascribed moods to it. Well the Warp, she’s got moods as well. Storms and doldrums and all that stuff. There’re things living out here too, and I’m not just talking about us tiny little humans in our tin cans. You ever see one of those old-timey nautical maps where the uncharted regions say “Here be dragons,” and then there’s some crazy-as-hell drawing of a giant sea serpent? Well, those old cartographers wouldn’t even know where to begin drawing some of the stuff I’ve seen swimming around in the Warp. Big stuff. Real fucking big.
And if you think sailors were a superstitious lot, just try talking to any warper for five minutes. The biggest superstitions revolve around companions. The right companion can be like a good luck charm for a ship. The wrong companion, well…
I still don’t know which one Binx is, but I do know this: I can’t wait to go downstairs and give her what she needs.
But first I’ve gotta chart a course through the Warp for us. It ain’t easy. You gotta be able to visualize in four dimensions. People used to believe that wasn’t possible, but it is. Once you’ve been through the Warp a few times, you start to get the hang of it. The Warp doesn’t just change a person’s body. It changes their mind too.
It takes me a few minutes to work out the best path to the Caldera Warpgate and input it into the Nomad ’s navigational system. Once that’s done, I sit up and look over at Traven. He’s still lying back in his cradle, working the controls with his flight glove. His eyes are glued to the screen overhead.
“You all good?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he answers flatly, “aside from the fact that my dick feels like a stick of dynamite that’s about to explode.”
“Tell me about it.”
“So, what are you waiting for?” he says. “Aren’t you gonna go downstairs and give our new companion what she needs?”
“What about you?”
“I can hold out a little longer. There’s a bit of quantum turbulence going on. Once we get through that, I’ll set the controls to auto and join you.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
“Alright. I’ll try not to wear her out completely before you come down.”
Traven smirks. “Based on the racket she’s makin’, I don’t think either one of us’ll be wearin’ her out anytime soon.”
I think he’s right.
We’re gonna have our hands full with Miss Binx.
I roll out of my cradle and open a hatch on the floor of the cockpit. Binx’s cries instantly double in volume. I descend the narrow stairway curving down into the dark bedroom below.
Halfway down, I pause.
The wall imagers are off, and the only light is the dim glow coming from the small lamps lining the walls. Just enough illumination to make out a writhing shape in the center of the bed.
“ Nomad ,” I whisper. “Increase bedroom lights by five percent.”
The glow increases slightly. Not enough to disturb Binx, but enough for me to get a better look at what she’s doing down there. My cock throbs within the confines of my jeans. Precum dribbles down my leg.
Binx is lying on her back in the middle of the bed with her eyes closed. She’s dressed in a little silk robe that flows over her skin like water. The top of the robe is half open, exposing one of her breasts. She’s got the hem pushed down between her open thighs so she can rub herself with the smooth silk. Even in the low light, I can see that the fabric is soaking wet.
And the sounds coming out of her…
Fuck, it’s enough to drive a man insane.
I’ve been warping for almost twenty cycles now, and I’ve been with my fair share of women in that time, but I’ve never seen another woman who turns me on the way this one does. I can’t take my eyes off her. I don’t even want to blink for fear that I might miss something beautiful. The flutter of an eyelash. The quiver of a lip.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Traven’s voice startles me out of my trance. He’s standing right behind me on the stairs. His eyes are locked on the center of the bed.
“I thought you were going to steer the ship through that turbulence.”
“I did.”
Damn. How long have I been standing here watching Binx?
“Long enough to have fucked her twice,” Traven says, reading my mind.
He’s not psychic—not literally—but when you’ve been working together as long as he and I have, you get pretty good at guessing what the other guy is thinking.
“I guess I’d better get a move on,” I say.
“I guess so.”
I continue down the curving staircase, and Binx’s cries grow a little louder in my ears with every step. Her voice seems to reach inside me, into my blood, driving my arousal to dangerous heights. I’ve never heard such a desperate, needful sound in all my life.
I undress myself in record time. In a matter of seconds, my clothes are lying in a pile on the floor, and my cock is jutting proudly from my pelvis, bobbing slightly with the rhythm of my heart.
The same goes for Traven.
He walks around to the other side of the bed, and I think he’s going to climb onto the mattress with Binx, but instead he drops his butt into one of the deep, padded chairs along the wall.
I gave him a quizzical look.
“You’re not gonna…?”
“Not yet,” he says, “For now, I’m just gonna watch.”
Damn, he’s got some incredible self-control. More than I’ve got, that’s for sure. It’s all I can do to keep from pouncing on Binx like a wild animal.
Instead, I stalk silently to the edge of the bed. The mattress dips under my weight as I climb aboard, but Binx doesn’t seem to notice. She’s too lost in her fever dream of lust. Even when I’m crouching over her on all fours, she continues rubbing herself and moaning with her eyes closed.
I whisper her name.
“ Binx .”
Her blue eyes snap open, and she gasps in shock. One hand flies up to her chest to cover her exposed breast. The other hand covers her pussy with a strip of wet silk.
“Rek! What…?”
“Shh. Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. I’m here to help.”
“How?”
Gently, I pull her hand away from her pussy and guide it between my own legs. Her blue eyes get a little wider when she feels how stiff my cock is, but after a moment, she instinctively grips my shaft and begins to stroke it, her fingers slick with her own wet arousal.
“With this,” I tell her.