Cold Sheets and Hot Curtains

Rated NC-17

Evening was falling across the asteroid called Way Out Back, where the Lunatacs and Mutants were kept prisoner by the sleazy circus man called Captain Bragg. They had been there for a grand total of six months and a few days, and each day was worse than the former for the prisoners. The human kept his prisoners restrained with drugs and other measures to block their natural strength and powers. During the day, when they were allowed to be out and about to do their degrading and menial chores, they had relative freedom, and it was during those days that they plotted their rebellion against their loathsome captor and his loudmouthed black bird.

Amazingly they had managed to come up with a plan to engineer their escape, despite the Mutants and Lunatacs’ general dislike for each other, which involved the Mutants replacing the drugs Bragg used against them with placebos as the first step. The unfortunate part of this plan, aside from the fact that it assumed the Mutants were intelligent enough not to screw up, was that it involved someone distracting Bragg long enough to pull it off. That someone was Chilla.

The ice woman was selected because she was the only attractive female on the asteroid—which Bragg seemed to notice quite obviously. He always seemed to be leering at her, much to her disgust, and her fellow Lunatacs and Mutants also had noticed and felt the need to comment on it. Needless to say that pleased Chilla even less than the circus man’s lewd gazes.

Still, the plan had been a logical one, so she had gone ahead and “distracted” the human by deliberately mouthing off to him when he had questioned a report his bird had made about her leaving his quarters a mess when she had been assigned to clean them. He had taken her to his quarters to see what the problem was, and not surprisingly, had made a few advances on her. Unfortunately, at that point the Mutants were putting their plan into motion, and they needed time, so she had swallowed her pride and subdued her nausea long enough to distract Captain Bragg by giving him what he wanted. It was among the vilest things she had ever done, but it was a necessary evil. Sad as it was, she hated being a prisoner and being without her ice powers far, far more than that one act of lust.

Five minutes later, the deed was done, and she slinked out of Captain Bragg’s quarters to the bath car to wash his slimy essence off of her body, still disgusted that she had been forced to give him such liberties with her in the name of escape and revenge. Only thoughts of his violent and gruesome end, and the relaxing pulse of the warm water against her skin, its temperature tepid to most but to her like a hot shower, relaxed her. That and the fact that she could lie to the others about what had really happened. She was already coming up with stories to explain the strange noises that came from his bed car while they were in there, and she was fairly sure her fellow prisoners—the Mutants at very least—were dumb enough to buy it.

She grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed herself, giving extra efforts to the parts of her that the circus man’s body had been in closest contact with. It sickened her that his “Mr. Choo-choo” as he called it had been so intimate with her, but as she lathered herself she supposed she was lucky he at least hadn’t tried to station it in her mouth or in her caboose. Even as she let the water rinse the cascade of bubbles off of her, she still felt unclean. The thought that she had bedded a human was bad enough, but that it had been Bragg, her damned captor, and that she had somehow managed to derive pleasure from it… no, that was something so horrible that no mere soap could wash away. Not even Mandora’s enzyme catalyst gun of super concentrated detergent or a gallon of bleach could accomplish that.

There was only one thing she could do to erase the terrible event from her mind, she realized, as she dipped the soap bar into the soft folds between her legs once again. She would need to burn the images from her mind and body by replacing them with much better sex, as soon as possible. As she thought about her options—basically, the cocky, arrogant, but good-in-bed and only-good-looking-man-on-the-asteroid Alluro—she rubbed the soap against her intimate area a little more sensuously, eliciting gentle throbs of pleasure as she fantasized about intense, lusty, gratifying sex that wasn’t with Captain Bragg. Had they seen it, the other men on Way Out Back would have been quite jealous of that sudsy bath product at that moment. Yes, that plan would work. She would enjoy herself that night, and the hell of the afternoon would be soon forgotten.

She indulged in the rapture of her daydream for a few more moments, and then finished her shower. She dried and dressed quickly, just as dinner was being served. It was slop as usual, although Slythe called it “stew”. Hers was cold, as she had taken longer than she expected, but that was fine with her. Jackalman gave her a quick thumbs-up, and Alluro, TugMug, and Vultureman all grinned at her. She took that as a sign that the bait and switch of the drugs had gone as planned. Slythe was sneering at her, and Luna and RedEye were giving her strange looks. She hoped that they did not know the truth, although she had a lie already thought up for them in case they had the gall to ask. Finally Bragg came by to take his dinner. He gave her a sickeningly dopey and lewd grin as he took his seat, a grin that all but spelled out that he had “scored” with her. Okay, so she would have to say she let him grope her or something. That was far better than telling the truth, and still they would buy that he was that happy over a cheap feel. It wasn’t like Bragg got laid often. Hell, as long as he lasted, she was probably his first sex in ten years.

Dinner ended and the “work day” was officially over. Bragg pulled out his laser pistol and ushered the Mutants back to their cages, removing their chains as he was required to do as they were placed back in their sleeping car. The Lunatacs were next, left with only their power restraining devices to wear in cars, and as he unlocked her handcuffs she felt his hand shamelessly grope her rear end, his stubby fingers dipping beneath her dress for a better feel, dipping dangerously low and near a part of her that was not her tush. She burned with anger and humiliation. How dare he presume to touch her like that, especially in front of the others?

The circus man was blissfully unaware, and grinned lecherously. “If that cot’s too warm for you, Chilla, remember, I have air conditioning in my bedroom,” he cackled, wiggling his eyebrows in an exaggeratedly suggestive manner at her. “But you know that,” he added, his toothy grin widening.

She wrenched away from him and stomped into her prison, glad to be away from him. “I’ll sleep with you when Hell freezes over,” she hissed back angrily.

Bragg only chuckled. “Lucifer did say they were breaking out the ice skates around three this afternoon!” he called back smugly, and as he locked the door behind the last Lunatac, he strutted back toward his cabin like a shiny circus peacock.

The other Lunatacs looked at her with a mixture of disbelief, shock, and horror.

“Oh Chilla,” Luna said, shaking her purple and white mane in disgust. “Tell me you didn’t!”

“I didn’t!” Chilla lied vehemently, her voice cold and furious and with a note that no sane or intelligent individual would challenge.

TugMug scowled and bounced irritably. “What gives, Chilla? You’ll fuck a scrawny, slimy human, and not a manly graviton like me?”

“Bah,” Luna squawked, “not sleeping with you shows she has taste.”

RedEye eyed her dubiously. “She can’t have much taste if she slept with Bragg.”

Chilla’s eyes flashed with dangerous rage. “One more word and I’ll burn out your tongue!” She raised her now uncuffed hands, ready to blast the darkling’s head off.

Alluro smirked. “He’s already lost his teeth, he’ll never be able to eat if you take his tongue as well,” the psi remarked.

“Shut up, Alluro, before I tear what’s left of your hair off your head,” RedEye growled back.

“Enough!” Luna shrieked.

“More than enough,” Chilla added. “And the next one of you to imply that sleazy circus freak did anything more than ogle me while I was told to distract him will pay.”

Luna sighed and prodded Amok to carry her to the corner of the car where her small cot and his big sleeping mat on the floor were. “Calm down, Chilla. Whatever you did, it was adequate. You provided enough time for the Mutants carry out their switch without a problem, and the only drugs we’ll be getting tomorrow are saline. Besides, you were only gone fifteen minutes. How much could you and he have done, really?” She shook her head and rested it on her pillow.

Chilla was not sure whether to be comforted or embarrassed by her short leader’s words. While it was more a reflection on Bragg’s “prowess” that he only lasted a few short minutes than hers, it was still humiliating to think that in those five minutes, he managed to get her off somehow. True, she had been focusing on the turn-on of bondage and pain, and she certainly had wanted it over with quickly, but the fact still remained that Bragg thought it was his clumsy choo-choo driving that got her excited enough to climax, and that was revolting.

She glanced over at Luna and sighed. “Exactly. Now let’s drop this,” she hissed, and climbed onto her cot.

She drew the curtains around her bunk, which also enclosed the cot below it, which belonged to Alluro. The other Lunatacs seemed to quiet down, and she pulled her tights off. They would definitely need to be washed in a sterilizing agent, as would her dress, as both had been in contact with Bragg’s naked body. The horny circus sleaze hadn’t even bothered to get her fully undressed when he had his way with her, and had only pulled the necessary clothes out of his way. She grimaced and wriggled her way out of her dress, and stuffed it and the tights into a cubby in the wall beside her cot provided for them to house what few possessions they had.

Alluro chose that moment to step inside the curtain, and due to his height, he was on even eye level with the half naked Chilla in front of him. Well, she was fully naked, but her bottom half was already beneath the sheet, and to his dismay only her bared back faced him. “You should sleep like that more often,” he murmured suggestively, his voice low enough to keep the other Lunatacs on the opposite ends of the car from hearing what he said. He knew he was the only one on Way Out Back lucky enough to be favored with her lusty attentions when she was in the mood for some, and he knew from past experience that TugMug, Luna, or RedEye’s comments about what they might be doing behind the curtain were great at killing said mood.

To his surprise, she rolled over and treated him to a lovely view of her bared breasts. “I’m not sure I can sleep at all after today,” she hissed in an annoyed whisper.

Alluro leaned in a little closer and raised an eyebrow. One ear twitched to the side, hinting at his hope that she wasn’t merely complaining about insomnia but looking for something to keep her occupied instead of sleeping. “That bad?” he inquired softly as she shook his sandals off and removed his shoulder straps and belt, as he always did before bed. Propriety usually had him leaving his baggy pants on when he slept, although after eyeing the topless Chilla for a few moments, they were decidedly less baggy at that moment. “Want to climb down to my bunk and vent about it?”

Some might have argued that Alluro was trying to score “sensitive guy points” by offering to listen to the clearly pissed Chilla, and that he had the ulterior motive of intending on bedding her to “comfort” her… and, well, they’d pretty much be right, but it was not quite as shallow as all that. Yes, he did want to get the ice woman wet and toasty between the sheets, but he was also genuinely interested as to what was bothering her. He had heard about her mission to “distract” Bragg from Jackalman and she was clearly not pleased with it. He wanted to know exactly what happened, and he had a feeling that she might tell him in confidence. After all, he could be persuasive, even wearing the psionic blocking collar that he was forced to keep on even in the cage, and he wasn’t crude enough to repeat what she might tell him to the others. Unless she later went and pissed him off, of course. He was a Lunatac, after all.

She grunted some sort of affirmative reply, but she seemed more annoyed than anything else. Still, Alluro wasn’t going to complain, especially as he moved out of the way so she could maneuver down to his cot behind the privacy of the curtain in her nude state. He smiled as he pulled back the cover and stretched out on his bed, watching one of her shapely legs, then the other, slip carefully off of the top bunk and slide gracefully into a standing position by his bed. Her firm blue rear faced him, and he envied the view the closed curtain must have. On the other hand, he was pretty sure that RedEye and TugMug, if they had any idea what was going on, were envying him, however. He knew it must drive RedEye nuts to have the locked sight inhibiting goggles on, which he was forced to wear 24/7 much like Alluro was his collar, at moments like this.

Alluro smiled as Chilla turned around and climbed onto his bed beside him, draping her cool and luscious body over his, still regretfully wearing his now extremely tight baggy pants, in a very suggestive manner. He pulled the sheet around them and settled back against the pillow, drawing her with him, enjoying the cooling sensation of her icy skin against his own. “What a nice surprise this is,” he whispered, smoothing his hand down her back, stopping just shy of her derriere. He had enough class, and sense, to wait to see what she was upset about before getting too frisky, although resisting the temptation was almost as hard as the organ between his legs at that point. “So tell me, why can’t you sleep?”

Chilla on the other hand was in no mood for talk or subtlety. “Because I want something else,” she rasped huskily, and pressed her lips against his in a rough and demanding kiss.

Alluro was caught off guard by her forwardness, but he wasn’t about to complain. Instead he returned her kiss with vigor, his tongue tangling with hers. The two Lunatacs tasted one another deeply while he snaked his arms around her naked body, letting his hands freely wander over everything and anything he could reach. His caresses seemed to excite her, and she wriggled eagerly against him as they kissed, aching for more.

When their kiss ended, she trailed her tongue suggestively along his jaw and then his neck, stopping at the tight psionic blocking collar encircling his neck. He let out a contented purr of pleasure, enjoying the chills her icy breath sent down his spine, and he shifted just enough so that he could fondle one of the luscious blue breasts that his wandering hand had found. “You are wound up,” he murmured, his grin evident in the shadows of their darkened curtain enclosure. He nuzzled at her neck, shivering as she nipped the base of his earlobe, and sniffed at her skin, curious as to whether she was coming into season, as that would explain her sudden lustiness. He detected the soft, subtle, and pleasant feminine scent she always had, but nothing more than that. She must have simply been horny then, although that was just fine with him. He could very easily deal with that.

“I want sex,” she rasped, dropping one of her hands to the prominent bulge in his pants to stroke his manhood over the fabric, savoring the ample size and girth that she was used to as compared to what she’d had earlier. Yes, that was more like what she wanted to feel thrusting within her, what she wanted to erase the disturbing events of the afternoon earlier. After a few moments of teasing, she slipped her hand behind the loose elastic waistband of his pants and pulled them down far enough to free him from the confines of his clothing.

His personal purple psyche club saluted her at full attention, and poked against her supple blue thigh happily, almost as if it had a mind of it’s own. Of course, one could argue that was Alluro’s center of thought at the moment, and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. The psi grinned at Chilla and let go of her long enough to yank his pants down the rest of the way, and kick them to the end of the bed, his heel accidentally colliding with the wall as he shook his pants off his ankle.

“Keep it down over there!” came an irritated squawk from Luna. “Can’t you even sleep quietly, you fool?”

“Sorry, Luna, my foot slipped,” the distracted Alluro called back, relieved that she had not seemed to pick up on the fact that it was not sleeping, but something else, that had caused the noise. Luna was the worst mood-killer in the cage car, and he would be furious if Luna caught on and whined about the noise and sent Chilla sulking off back to her own bed.

Luna squealed back an unintelligible shrill reply, and an annoyed frosty mist came from Chilla’s mouth at the lunar woman’s outburst, chilling Alluro’s bare chest and eliciting goose bumps. “Can’t she even let us have sex in peace?” she snapped in a furious whisper, her fingers idling on his hard member for a moment.

“Don’t worry, Snow Bunny,” Alluro murmured back, using a pet name he only dared to use when Chilla was very sleepy or very aroused. Any other time she hated it, but at certain times it seemed to either soothe her or turn her on, and he definitely wanted to do the latter, especially because he was enjoying whatever it was she was doing to him with her fingers. He followed his words up with a sensual kiss at the nape of her neck. “I’m sure we can satisfy ourselves quietly.”

She leaned over to kiss him again, but was interrupted when she felt his strong hands grip her waist and hoist her up onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He enjoyed the view, or at least, the outline of her contours as they wiggled atop him in the dim light, and slid his hands up her sides to pull her body close against his. His erection poked hard into her stomach, eager to poke her more intimately elsewhere, while his face wound up right in the midst of her breasts—exactly where he wanted it. He began planting warm, gentle kisses on the soft blue orbs, and brought his hands around to fondle and mold the ample bounty.

Chilla wriggled excitedly as she felt his comparatively hot lips and then his tongue acquainting themselves with her breasts. She breathed heavily, turned on by his foreplay, and exhaled a silent moan as his mouth closed around one of her stiffened blue nipples and sucked on it. Yes, this sex was exactly what she needed. Alluro did not know how lucky he was going to be. She had already decided that she would request—no, demand—that Alluro pleasure her everywhere and every way that Bragg had tried to, and then if the psi was up to it, in other ways that the circus man hadn’t. She would see to it that if by some freak accident she was to die tomorrow, nowhere on her body would be last enjoyed by that filthy human. Alluro might have been an insufferable egomaniac, but at least he was an insufferable Lunatac egomaniac, and that alone put him many levels above Captain Bragg in desirability.

She ground her hips wantingly against his, the melting cool wetness in her loins evident as it made contact with his skin. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it,” Alluro remarked in a whisper, his words almost lost against the heaving flesh of her breasts.

“I want you to join it,” she hissed in a low, throaty growl just barely quiet enough to not be audible to the others in the room.

Alluro’s ego soared to see her desiring him so shamelessly, and although he did not really know the true motivations of it, he did not particularly care. Whatever the reason for her condition, he was the medicine of choice for it, and that was more than enough to swell his male pride, both in body and spirit. “I can tell,” he teased back, releasing one of her breasts and smoothing his hand down toward her thigh. Two of his long fingers dipped down into her cool, moist cleft and began to tease her, alternately penetrating her and rubbing the spot she wanted touched most.

Chilla flexed the fingers of her right hand against his chest, closing her eyes with pleasure as he touched her. His fingers felt delightful, especially when one of his long and sharp fingernails would send a little stab of pleasurable pain through her sensitive flesh, but what she yearned for most to be exploring her there was not his finger but the meaty prize she was massaging in her left hand.

Alluro found himself involuntarily rocking his hips slightly under the ministrations of her hand, and realized that he was getting excited enough that he had to get her distracted enough to stop touching him before he got too caught up in things. Of course, he considered himself not only a master of the mind but also a master of the libido, so that was an easily surmountable challenge for the mighty Alluro. He would simply have to distract her to the point where she would be too caught up in her own pleasure to fondle him.

He leaned his head back, regretfully leaving her breasts to dangle tantalizingly above him, and abruptly drew his hands back to her hips and grasped them roughly. She eyed him curiously, hoping that the sudden withdrawal of the fingers that were giving her so much pleasure was a sign that he was going to replace them with something she would enjoy more. To her surprise, however, instead of repositioning her directly over his waist and his awaiting erection, he shifted his own body forward so that his head was between her open, powder blue thighs.

She barely had time to react when he pulled her down hard, splaying her legs farther, bringing her knees to collide with the mattress as he brought his mouth to her awaiting sex. She gasped with pleasure when she felt his hot tongue snake into her most intimate area, and she reached for the edge of the cot above her to steady herself as he used his tongue to do the job so much more sensitively than his fingers could. Oh yes, this was so much better than anything that pathetic circus man had done to her. This was, in fact, the best use of Alluro’s big mouth that she had ever found, and although she knew it would only make his ego worse to tell him such, he was damn good at using it.

She arched her back and hissed a cool mist of pleasure, struggling to keep quiet to avoid comments from the supposedly sleeping peanut gallery, as his tongue probed and tasted her deeply. She felt his fingers grasp her ass tightly, and his nails dig into the soft blue skin. The sharp pain only excited her more, and she stretched her legs farther apart, pressing her wanting sex downward, giving him even more of a mouthful.

Alluro was not fazed, and used the opportunity to thrust his tongue as deeply into her as it would reach, and ever so slightly grind his teeth into her slick and cool folds. He knew well how Chilla reacted to pain, and he felt no guilt in giving it to her as a more sensitive man might have in that situation. If pain got her off, good, he would love to deal it out. Lunatacs excelled at inflicting pain, and playing rough when they were aroused, and despite being a psi and one of the less physical types of his kind, Alluro was no exception to that rule.

Chilla let out a low, but definitely audible groan as she felt her body tighten in anticipation of climactic release. Alluro’s ministrations were doing their job well, and she could not hold back, even if she had wanted to. She wriggled and thrashed as his grip tightened, his nails dug into her skin deeply, and his mouth concentrated on her pleasure center to bring her to the edge.

Suddenly her body tensed to its tightest point, and released in one incredible snap. She gasped loudly and roughly grabbed Alluro’s pillow, clenching it and biting into it as she stifled a cry of orgasmic pleasure and a heat burst from her hands. Still buried between her thighs, Alluro’s face tightened into a smile as he felt her climax, pleased that he had gotten her into such a state that she could not help but incriminate herself in front of the others if they were still awake. He was fairly sure that she was at the point where she didn’t care what they said anyway. He certainly didn’t, at any rate.

As Alluro had suspected, their noise was indeed noticed. A projectile—a pillow, apparently—swished through the air and collided with the curtain, causing it to billow in for a moment before it bounced off the curtain and onto the floor. “Some of us are trying to sleep,” a clearly irritated RedEye’s voice sounded in the darkness.

While the last twinges of her rapturous climax faded, Chilla turned and glared furious daggers at the curtain and in RedEye’s general direction. Alluro leaned his head back and also cast a nasty look that way, but glanced up at Chilla and put a finger to his lips to indicate for her to be quiet, as he knew a response would only encourage further outbursts from them. He massaged the now tender flesh of her rear, hoping to coax her into ignoring the others entirely. He liked being the sole focus of her attention and he intended to see to it that he was.

Alluro was pleased when he saw her expression relax, and his smile broadened back into a smug and satisfied grin as he smoothed his hands up her back and around to her breasts again for a moment. “Feel any better?” he whispered, keeping his voice well low enough that only she could hear.

She stretched, easing the last of the tension from her body, and smoothed her nude form along his, laying on top of him. She felt his very insistent erection against the inside of her thigh as she settled against his warm skin. “Getting there,” she murmured back, rubbing against him suggestively. Her orgasm had felt wonderful, but she still craved more, and the presence of his manhood against her skin only reminded her how much she wanted him inside her.

“Good,” he growled, and kissed her roughly on the neck. He drew her cool skin into his mouth and bit down, giving her another sharp sensation of pain. It made her yelp softly, but most of the noise was stifled against his shoulder, where her head rested. The psi was pleased with her reaction, and nipped at her again, that time harder, leaving a bluish-purple welt that would show in the morning, while he clenched his fingers against her hips and dug in his nails. The rough lusty play made her pant with renewed desire, and she spread her legs so that she straddled him, grinding her hips downward and deliberately against his erection in a very demanding and wanting gesture.

Alluro resisted taking her for as long as he could, alternately kissing and biting her to fuel her excitement and anticipation, until he could stand her teasing wiggles and icy panting no longer. Growling in an almost feral gesture, especially for a cultured psi, he tightened his grasp on her hips and forced them into the optimal placement, and roughly thrust into her.

Chilla let out a ragged breath as he entered her, savoring and thrilling at the sensation of his large maleness penetrating and invading her, filling her so much more completely and satisfyingly than the one that had been there prior. She immediately began to move in motion with his thrusts, her face showing the mixture of ecstasy—and was it relief? —That she was erasing the unfortunate afternoon incident with good sex.

Alluro was quite pleased and encouraged by her rapturous expression, and took it as a sign that he was performing exceptionally well for her. That fed his ego quite a bit, and he smiled quite smugly in the darkness as he gave her what she so clearly wanted. He allowed her to move about on top of her freely for several moments, to enhance her own pleasure, before he decided to retake some control and clamped his hands onto her sides, limiting her mobility, and scratching and bruising her as she struggled in his strong grip.

She moaned with pleasure, not caring if RedEye, TugMug, Luna, the Mutants, or anyone else heard her at that point, and bit hard on the skin below his earlobe. He growled and dug his nails into her blue skin, drawing a small amount of blood that he felt as a cold rush on his fingertips. She moaned again, clearly enjoying herself, and whispered to him in a clearly distracted tone. “Oh gods, I needed this after today,” she rasped excitedly.

“The thought of what the Mutants thought you did with Bragg was that disturbing?” he murmured back, not slowing the pace of his thrusting. It paid off to be a master of the mind, in that he was excellent at multitasking. He could pleasure her to the full extent of his abilities and still manage to form complete sentences.

“No, what I did with Bragg was that disturbing,” she hissed back between deep breaths, closing her eyes as she felt another orgasm welling up within her.

“Don’t tell me you did fuck him?” he whispered, his voice taking on a ragged tone of shock, and his eyes widening. He was caught up enough in his lust that he didn’t care about using vulgarities. In a way, it turned him on more, although in the midst of raunchy sex with Chilla, there wasn’t much that could turn him off at that point. Gods, she was incredible, he thought wildly, as he watched her buck and groan under the pace of his thrusts.

“I did,” she murmured, her voice taking an unusually high note and just a touch of an embarrassed squeal, although the latter was partly the result of a particularly rough stroke of the man beneath her. Her face flushed with the cold heat of a blood rush that was a mixture of the pleasure of the sex and a flash of shame. “Don’t tell them,” she rasped. “I had no choice. But that’s why I had to have you now,” she confessed.

Had it been any other time than when he was thrusting in her luscious, lithe body, he might have been disturbed and turned off by the mental image of the beautiful ice woman being defiled by that scrawny human freak placed in his head. However, in the heat of passion, all it did was inspire him to prove to her and his ego beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was better than the circus man in the place most males believed it counted most—in the sack. He growled and rolled over, pinning her beneath him roughly, oblivious to the loud squeaks and bangs the cot made in protest that would likely piss off everyone else in the car.

“He was that bad, was he?” Alluro questioned, ramming himself into her with enough force to make her visibly wince in pain and pleasure.

“So bad I needed someone as good as you to erase it,” she gasped, not caring that she was going to send his ego through the roof and make him intolerable for weeks.

“Oh, Chilla,” he grunted in mock disappointment, using his weight to keep the wriggling Lunatac beneath him from having too much control over the pace of their act. Suddenly he was very determined to make this romp last as long as possible, and to prove his virility beyond a shadow of a doubt. He grinned playfully and bit at the side of her neck roughly, giving her a matching welt on the other side of where he had given her one earlier. She mewled excitedly, and clutched at him wildly. He could feel her fingertips sparking, and he knew that meant her climax was near. “You used me for sex.”

“Yes,” she gasped unashamedly, raking her fingernails across his back, leaving the skin warm and red from the heat they were already emitting.

“Thank you,” he replied with a grin. “Please feel free to do it whenever you feel the need.” He slammed into her again as he finished his sentence, using enough force to slide her an inch or two against the rough fabric of the cheap bunk sheets.

That was enough for the excited Chilla, and she cried out as a second orgasm shook her body with even more force than the first. Her fingertips blazed with heat energy, but most of them struck the bottom of her unoccupied bunk above them yet again, and only a few sparks tingled against Alluro’s skin. She was vaguely aware of disgruntled curses and groans from the other Lunatacs outside the confines of the curtain, but she did not care in the least as she closed her eyes, yielding to the waves of bliss that coursed through her as she lay pinned beneath the horny psi, rubbing helplessly against him as she experienced her climax.

Alluro smiled, quite pleased with himself as he watched Chilla and felt her delicious orgasm, both in the delightful way her inner walls clenched and contracted against him and in how her cool body rubbed against his in the throes of pleasure. It took considerable self control to stop himself from continuing to thrust, but he was determined to last through at least one more of her climaxes. Oh no, he wasn’t even done yet. Top that, Bragg, he thought pompously, and smiled hungrily at the gorgeous, lusty icewalker beneath him. “Ready for another, Chilla?”

“Oh yes,” she whispered, her breathing still labored from the exertion and orgasm.

The psi steadied himself and began to thrust within her again, slowly, both to ease her back into the act and to pace himself. He was incredibly excited, and more than a small part of him wanted to simply pin the willing ice woman down and pound into her like a jackhammer until he achieved his own release… which he intended to do, but not until he at least got her off one more time. There were some important things at stake after all—her pleasure, his status as a godlike love machine of sexual satisfaction, and most importantly, his ego. Those things could not be compromised in the name of mere lust. After all, was he not Alluro?

Chilla ran her fingers across his back as he resumed thrusting within her, spreading her legs far and wrapping them tightly around his waist as he ever so slightly quickened the pace of his efforts. She was in ecstasy, her body fully relaxed and tingling with the early anticipation that she would be climaxing again soon. She would sleep deeply, unlike the other Lunatacs in the car, and the horrible memory of Bragg manhandling her body was distant and almost surreal compared to the intense and incredible sex she was experiencing at the moment. Now she could easily pretend it never happened…

Alluro grinned as Chilla let out a soft moan beneath him, and he saw from the expression on her fact that she was most definitely enjoying herself. She seemed to be tiring, and he was almost relieved. She was a hard woman to satisfy, and it took a lot of energy to do it with the gusto it required to do it right. Naturally, he was up to the task, but it was late and even his resources were not limitless. He leaned his head forward and kissed her as he thrust, forcing his hot tongue to wrestle with her cold one for a few moments before he withdrew and bit down on her lip, timing it with a particularly rough thrust, causing it to send a shiver of pain though her body.

She dug her fingernails into him, partly to return the pleasurable pain she was feeling, and partly to hold on. Her body was eager and ached for a final climax, but her stamina was fading. She wriggled and rubbed against him almost desperately, rocking with each of his thrusts as stroke by stroke he brought her closer to that which she so hungrily craved. “Alluro,” she rasped in a rough whisper, her pleasured enunciation of his name stroking his ego and giving him as much pleasure as her willing body gave him physically.

He kissed her one last time and whispered her name into her ear, his tone conveying the same excitement and pleasure to be having her as she had shown him. As their lips parted, he could feel the desire radiating from her very being that she was ready, and wanted badly, to be taken fully, completely, wholly, and without mercy. And by the gods, he intended to do just that, for he could deny his own primal lust for her no longer.

In an almost adrenaline rush, Alluro tightened his grip on her and rammed himself into her as hard and fast as he could, over and over again. She gasped and mewled as he roughly pounded her, straining the springs on the bunk and causing the flimsy metal framework to squeak and rattle loudly under the force of their combined inertia.

She felt the rough fabric chafe and burn as he mercilessly rode her body against it, and the harsh sensation only made his thrusts feel that much sharper and that much harder in contrast. Excited at the rough domination of her naturally forceful nature, she let go and yielded to him, allowing his final frenzied movements to push her into a heady orgasm that completely overwhelmed her entire body. Hot blasts of fire flew from her fingertips, searing across his back as they bounced across his bare flesh and ended, melting a metal dent into the circus car wall and the other burning a small hole into the portion of the curtain that lay against the floor beside their bed.

Alluro felt the tension within him boil to the surface and burst out in one final thrust as he felt Chilla succumb to her lust beneath him. Even if he had wanted to hold out, he simply could not any longer, and he let out an almost ferocious growl as his loins exploded, emptying his seed into her willing body. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily from exertion and effort, and savored the sensations of their mingled orgasms as they tingled and teased each other for the final moments they remained entwined.

Smirking, Alluro remained inside the flushed and smiling Chilla for a few moments and kissed her lips lightly. It was more a playful gesture than truly affectionate, but it was pleasant to them both just the same. “We should both sleep quite well now,” he murmured smugly. “Though I don’t think anyone else in this car will tonight thanks to us.”

“That’s not our problem,” she rasped, grinning back at him. “You just took care of my main concern.”

Alluro withdrew from her and stretched out on his bed, fully relaxed and satisfied. He left enough space for Chilla to remain with him if she wished, although he was not going to worry about it either way. If she stayed, great. He certainly never minded waking up to a pretty, naked woman beside him. If not, he was still going to sleep quite well with the knowledge that he had not only conquered Chilla that night, but completely diminished the significance of Bragg’s only sexual conquest in what he assumed was the last twenty years. Yes, either way, the night was good.

Chilla, on the other hand, was feeling too lazy to climb back onto the top bunk. Alluro seemed satisfied with himself, not that that surprised her in the least, but she supposed he had earned it, and it did prove that at least one individual on Way Out Back other than herself was good for something.

As for Bragg… well, that never happened. Nobody could prove anything. And now that she had something much better to think about, she was going to sleep very well that. Very well indeed. Suck on that, Mr. Choo-choo, she thought, as she closed her eyes, and drifted off into a blissful, satisfied sleep.

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