18. Thrax

18

THRAX

" I 'm so sorry about this," Andi whispered in his ear as Thrax settled back in the high green chair in front of the fire.

"I'm fucking sorry too," he growled—and meant it. He never should have agreed to come to this place without their ship and their blasters in the first place.

He couldn't really blame Andi, though she was the one who had made the decision—he would have chosen to do the same thing himself. It had seemed like a good idea at the time—their best chance to rescue Commander Kier. Who could have guessed that Queen Itchy Panties would go from a gracious hostess to a demanding, narcissistic psychopath so quickly? Now he had to come for her or die—not a very appealing choice.

Unfortunately, he was still as limp as a wet noodle—despite the fucking tail inside him—which wasn't especially comfortable to sit on. He either had to sit straight upright or lounge back with his legs spread to try and get comfortable with the long black rod inside him.

Thrax chose the lounging position, which seemed to work for Andi. His partner was straddling him and currently trying to get him hard…but it wasn't working. As good as her soft little hand felt on him and as much as he liked having her full breasts with their tight pink nipples jiggling in front of his face as she worked him, Thrax just couldn't get in the mood.

He kept seeing Commander Kier—the poor bastard—being fucking raped by the milking machine. And when he did manage to tear his thoughts away and tried to concentrate on Andi and what she was doing to him, he kept on seeing the Mistress and hearing her throaty voice in his ear.

That's my beautiful boy—do you want to come for me? Do you want to spurt all over the floor at your Mistress's feet?

The two conflicting memories were warring in Thrax's mind and giving him the worst case of limp-dick he'd ever had in his life. And of course, it didn't help that Queen Pantyitch was sitting in the chair opposite them, watching them like a fucking Y'rengrin bird of prey.

"How long is this going to take?" she demanded now as Andi worked frantically between his thighs. "I don't have all night, you know and my business partner will be here at any time!"

Andi gritted her teeth and turned her head to look at the other woman.

"It might help if you gave us some privacy! We're not exactly used to performing for an audience!"

Thrax expected their hostess to snap back but instead she rolled her eyes and rose from her chair.

"Oh, very well—if you're having performance issues, I suppose I'll step to the other side of the room for a few minutes. Turg, give them a collection bag in case our guest's male-wife finally gets it up."

"Yes, my Queen." Turg scurried around and came back in a moment to press a large plasticine bag with a narrow opening into Andi's hand.

"There—catch his seed in that container—I want every last drop so I can measure the volume," Queen Pantyitch told Andi. "I'll give you another fifteen minutes and if you can't manage by then, he'll have to go in the milking machine."

Having delivered this menacing ultimatum, she and Turg went to the other end of the lounge.

Thrax breathed a small sigh of relief. He could hear them talking in low voices, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. More importantly, he couldn't see them anymore, which was at least somewhat helpful for his mental state.

Andi seemed to relax some as well. She stopped trying to make him hard for a moment and just pressed her face against the side of his neck.

"Oh, Thrax…" she whispered and breathed deeply, as though she was drawing strength from his familiar scent.

Thrax did the same. Wrapping his arms around her, he buried his face in her hair, breathing in her warm, feminine fragrance—the scent that was at once and entirely Andi. The scent of home.

"What are we going to do?" Andi asked in a low voice. "I don't want her to put you in that horrible milking machine!"

"Neither do I!" Thrax said. He looked down at his limp member. "I'm fucking sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I do—it's not easy to perform under pressure," Andi murmured back. "It's not your fault, Thrax—but we have to fix it somehow or…"

She trailed off but Thrax knew what she meant. If he couldn't get it up and come for their hostess, he would either be sent to the milking pen or the two of them were going to end up in the swamp.

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong." Andi drew back and looked at him anxiously. "Am I touching you the wrong way? I mean, it's been a while for me so I'm kind of out of practice…"

"No, baby—nothing like that," Thrax assured her. "It's just…bad memories." It was the closest he could come to telling her what was bothering him. "And watching what happened to that poor bastard Commander Kier didn't help any either," he added.

"It's horrible what they're doing here," Andi agreed fervently.

"Yes, it fucking is. And I'm afraid if I come for the Panty bitch she'll just want to keep me here," Thrax growled. "I can't wind up like Kier—I fucking can't."

"Of course not—I won't let that happen!" Andi said fiercely. "I'll tell her I want to sleep on her offer if she makes one and then you and I are going to get out of here tonight." She sighed. "That doesn't help us right now, though. I need you to think of other things—I need you to think of me, Thrax." She stroked his cheek and looked into his eyes. "You said you fantasized about me. Would…would you like to suck my nipples again?" she asked softly.

"There's nothing I want more," Thrax told her honestly. "Except to know that you want me to suck them and you're not just offering because we're both scared to fucking death that we'll end up in the fucking swamp."

Andi sighed and for a moment her normally sunny expression looked defeated.

"I have to be honest, this situation isn't exactly turning me on either," she admitted. "But we have to do something ." She looked around the side of the chair at their hostess and Turg and a thoughtful expression came over her face. "Hey, do you think they can see us?" she murmured.

"Uh, I don't think so." Thrax frowned.

"Scoot the chair around so it faces the fire more," Andi told him. "Let's be sure."

He did as she said, giving them more privacy. Now only the back of the chair would be visible to Pantyitch and her male- wife, who were still speaking in low voices on the other side of the large room.

"All right—now what are you up to?" he asked Andi.

"You'll see." Andi suddenly had a mischievous look in her big brown eyes. "I just had an idea on how to make you come and how to get us out of here."

Thrax knew that expression on her face. It was the one she got when she was going to do something risky or possibly against regulations. He'd learned to watch her when she got that look.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" he asked, frowning suspiciously.

"This." And Andi abruptly slid from his lap down to the floor. The green chair he was sitting on was low, putting her in the perfect position to get between his spread thighs. She looked up at him, a little smile playing around the corners of her mouth. "If you don't want to suck me, then maybe it will help if I suck you."

"Andi, wait—you don't have to do that!" Thrax protested hoarsely as she bent over him.

She looked up for a moment and he saw that her pupils were dilated.

"I want to," she murmured. "It's kind of a fantasy of mine—I want to be in charge…want to see what it feels like to have you get hard in my mouth."

Thrax's breath caught in his throat at her hot words.

"Seriously?" he growled, lifting his eyebrows. "You fantasized about that?"

She shrugged a bit defensively.

"Hey, you're not the only one who can fantasize about their partner. You're not a bad looking guy—for someone who looks like the devil."

Thrax would have answered, but she had bent her head again. He felt her hot breath on his shaft and then she was taking his entire cock into her hot, wet mouth.

A low groan of pleasure escaped him. As she licked and kissed and sucked his shaft, he could feel himself getting rigid. How had his partner known exactly what to do to make him hard?

This time he had no thoughts of the Mistress. On Yonnie Six, it was considered beneath a female to allow a male to penetrate her in any way. She would never have taken his shaft in her mouth the way his partner was now. So there were no bad memories to cloud his vision and he could just concentrate on Andi…on his beautiful partner on her knees before him, sucking his shaft.

"Gods, Andi…feels so fucking good," he groaned, stroking her soft, silky hair as she worked him. He was almost fully hard now and too big for her to take him all, but she did her best, licking and sucking the head as she worked his shaft with her small, soft hands. She even stopped for a moment to bend lower and lick his Bonding Knot, which drove him fucking crazy.

"Gods! Just like that!" Thrax begged her. "Your hot little mouth is so fucking good!"

" Mmm ," was her only response. She looked up briefly, meeting his gaze and he saw that this really was turning her on. Her gorgeous brown eyes were half-lidded with lust and her nipples—clearly visible since her bare breasts were in his lap as she leaned over to suck him—were tight. Also, he could smell the scent of her feminine desire drifting up to tease him. It made him so hot he could barely stand it!

"Gods, baby, you look so fucking gorgeous sucking my cock," he growled softly. Cupping her full breasts in his hands, he began to tug the tight peaks, giving her pleasure as she pleasured him.

Andi moaned and redoubled her efforts. Somehow, she managed to take even more of him in her mouth and Thrax could feel her eagerness to make him feel good.

"Look what a good girl you are, taking my shaft down your throat," he told her, twisting her nipples as he pumped slowly between her lips. "Look at you sucking me so nice and deep. You're such a good girl, Andi. Is sucking me making your soft little pussy all hot and wet? Do you wish I was fucking your soft little cunt instead of your mouth?"

She moaned again and he knew he was right. She really had fantasized about him. Maybe she hadn't admitted it to herself, but she had dreamed about him the same way he'd been dreaming about her all these years.

Just the thought that his partner wanted him as much as he wanted her was enough to push him right to the edge—that and the erotic sight of her draped over his lap giving him an incredibly enthusiastic blow job.

Thrax wished this could last forever, but they weren't here for fun. He needed to come so he and Andi could get the Seven Hells out of here! He could feel his balls tightening and, as she sucked him as deeply as she could, he knew his orgasm was coming.

"Gods, baby," he growled. "Better get ready—I'm going to shoot!"

Andi moaned around his shaft again and kept going. Did she want him to come in her mouth? The thought made him even harder and he groaned deep in his chest as the first spurt of hot cream left the tip of his cock.

His partner didn't pull away. Instead, she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed as Thrax kept coming and coming. Their hostess had been right about one thing—Kindred came a lot. But to his surprise, Andi swallowed every last drop of his cream as he pumped it down her throat.

Well, almost . Near the end, she pulled off and replaced her mouth with the plasticine bag that Turg had given her. As Thrax finished coming, only the last two spurts of his cream went into the bag. Then he collapsed back against the chair with a groan.

"Oh my fucking Gods, that was fucking amazing , baby," he told Andi hoarsely. "You sucked me fucking dry!"

She smiled at him—a naughty little smile that implied that they had done something against the rules together. It made his cock twitch even though he'd just had the best orgasm of his life.

"Just wait—it's about to get even better," she murmured. Then she rose and straightened her dress. "Excuse me," Thrax heard her call as she walked to the other end of the room. "Queen Pantyitch? I think we're finished here."