He feasted on her with delicate swipes of his tongue, wrapping the very prehensile tip of it around her clit and performing an incredible motion that made her feel as though she was being stroked toward an orgasm so intense she might not be able to survive it.
Jerri had never imagined that a creature like Atlas, so stern, so strong, so obsessed with order and rules and punishments, might also be capable of giving this absolute pleasure, so complete it was transcendent.
Her hips bucked up, delivering her pussy to his lips and tongue, drawing out her orgasm. She fucked herself against his face with nothing in the way of shame, needing him, using him, begging him for more until he finally pinned her down, hands on her thighs and licked her thoroughly, long lapping strokes against the underside of her orgasmic clit and sliding into her pussy intermittently to fill that sore, aching little hole with his soothing tongue.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! No! Oh, god, please more! Yes! Ungh! I can’t… mngghh… don’t stop!”
One orgasm followed the other, torn from her squirming, squealing body by the mouth of her commanding lover. This was more than she had bargained for, more than she thought she could take. The first climax had fulfilled her immediate craving. The ones that came after were more powerful and more meaningful. Every time she shuddered and tensed, sweating from every pore, thighs trembling beneath Atlas’s firm grip and gave into another rolling wave of pleasure, she felt herself melting away. She was not Jerri Tessil anymore. She was this alien beast’s lover. She was his toy. She was a nameless font of pleasure, flowing to eternity.
“Jerri. Breathe.”
She opened her eyes, flushed, confused, and held. Atlas’s arms were tight around her, her head tucked under his chin. Her entire body felt fuzzy and light.
“What happened?”
“You fainted,” he said.
She looked down and saw that she’d been swaddled in a sheet and was now being held in his lap.
“I am not yet familiar with all the physical limitations of your species. I did not know you would stop operating when you reached your twelfth orgasm.”
A little tap at the door interrupted their intimacy very unexpectedly.
“Hi. Hello. Sorry to interrupt. Are you two done now? I didn’t want to intrude. But…”
They both startled at hearing the new voice. It was the prisoner.
“Hi,” she said.
She said.
It was a woman.
“I thought you were a man,” Jerri said. “I thought she was a woman,” she said to Atlas.
“It’s best to appear to be a man when you’re on the Dinavri home world,” the prisoner said. “I’m Tess.”
Tess had raven hair falling to her shoulders and deep brown eyes. She was very pretty. She was in that age range where one could tell she wasn’t exactly young anymore, but she also wasn’t entirely mature. She looked like trouble. Jerri knew this because like always recognized like.
“You didn’t tell me she was a woman,” Jerri said to Atlas.
“I didn’t know,” Atlas replied. “She looked quite different when I stowed her in her quarters.”
“Right, yes. So, I am a spy,” Tess explained. “I do disguises and things. I could have spent the whole way back as a pot plant and let you two…” she made a stirring sort of motion with her finger that was clearly supposed to indicate their coupling. “But I thought I should tell you we should probably make as quick a time as possible, because there’s a Dinavri warrior back there,” she jerked in a random direction with her thumb, “who is going to probably wake up, get himself untied, and tell them all my secret. I think we want to be close to a battle cruiser or something when that happens.”
“Are you telling me you’ve done something to create a war between the Dinavri and the Authority?”
“No. No. But this one guy, he’s got a real temper. So.”
Jerri had the pleasure of watching Atlas scowl at someone else for a change.
“I think you need to make a full report,” he said.
“That is absolutely the last thing I will be doing,” Tess replied. “I’m only telling you two this because you seem cool, and frankly I’ve been dying to tell someone.”
“We seem cool?” Jerri was confused.
“She means we’re having inter-rank relations, and that means there’s a sort of informational mutually assured destruction at play.”
“Precisely,” Tess smiled. “Also, I am very hungry. You have a kitchen on this tub, mind if I use it?”
“Go ahead,” Atlas sighed.
“Thank you. Very kind. I now return you to your canoodling.”
“She seems cool,” Jerri noted.
“She’s trouble. More trouble than you.”
“Is that possible?”
“In her case, absolutely.”
Chapter Ten
They were less than an hour away from docking with the Audacity. Neither one of them had wanted to acknowledge it, but as the ship came into view they could not avoid the issue any longer.