Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 7

chapter seven

zyndor

The landing level of the complex was a long, open-air deck with lighting from the low ceiling directing pilots to park. I hadn’t seen it since they first brought me in from the wreckage in the mountains to the north, but Roxy seemed to know exactly where we were going.

A troupe of guards passed, and I pulled my beautiful mate into concealment behind a ship. Her little bottom was delectable in that gown. I pressed my cocks against it and pulled her deeper into the shadows. She lifted her gown and ground her bare bottom against my cocks.

“Zyn, I want you, but we don’t have time for?—”

I spread her legs and thrust one cock deep into her body. “But I need to be inside you.”

“Maybe we have a little time,” she whimpered, grinding back against me.

My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as I pulled her tight against me. She wrapped her hand around my other cock, pumping me against her clit and moaning as I worked her from behind.

I bent over and whimpered in her ear. “Roxy, my mate?—”

“ Motherfucker ,” she wailed softly, “you’re so Dilfdamn good at fucking me— oh! ” She gasped as one of her biggest completions yet squeezed around my cock. My emissions were starting to come through, taking away any pain she may feel and strengthening her climaxes. Soon, my mouths would activate.

My knees weakened as mine followed hers, but I withdrew, spun her around, and thrust my other cock inside her. “Dilf created me to make love to you, Roxy.”

The roaring waterfalls drowned out our cries of lovemaking—almost.

Footsteps approached us—armed guards had us surrounded.

Roxy wrapped her legs tighter around my waist. “Lift me!” she commanded. I did what she asked, lifting her in my arms with my cock still buried deep inside her.

She pressed a button on her belt, and the hem of her dress unraveled higher in ribbons that shot up and around us, wrapping her tightly against me. Pulling weapons out from Dilf knew where, Roxy handed two to me and started shooting behind me. I planted my feet in a wide stance, thrusting into my mate as I shot at the guards running up toward us, nullifying their sonic blaster beams and sublimating them into fog. Then, driving myself inside her with every step, I ran through the fog, both of us shooting her brilliant anti-weapons until neither us nor the guards could see what was happening.

I dashed around a corner and pressed my mate against the wall to bring us to completion. Roxy uncoupled us and grabbed my hand, running with me to a ship that had just landed not far away. As soon as the occupants left, we snuck up the open landing steps and inside.

Roxy immediately began a domineering ownership of that little cockpit that made my balls ache. Flipping switches, setting controls, and pulling another cloaked device from her belt, she was breathtakingly beautiful and so clever. An intellect I could aspire to, and a body I could not stop pleasuring.

She twisted the ball-like device in her hands, and a light scanned down our bodies. “Let’s hope this works.”

“What is it?”

“Plan Tau. It mimics our life signatures so they’ll think we stole this ship and left.” She affixed it to the dash and pressed her finger against her ear again. “Sha? Time to go. Tell them I’ve sent you a goodbye message, and that I’m running away with the dancer. Plans Upsilon and Phi are a go.” She listened for a second, smiled, and nodded to me. “They’re on their way. Now we just have to get to our ship on the other side of the complex. Near the entrance.”

I peered through the ship’s windshield, squinting to see that far across the platform, even with my Llurren eyes. It was over a kilometer in diameter. “All the way across the platform?”

“Yep. I’ll enact Plan Phi as we go. Come on.”

Every so often as we ran, Roxy threw up devices that affixed to the low ceiling.

Just as I was about to ask what they were, all the vessels around us began to shift in appearance. Cruisers and short-rangers, large and small vessels of all shades of grays and blacks and silvers shifted into the appearance of a hot pink lightship cruiser covered in gold lightning bolts and emblazoned with the name “Count Borrdaff Kahcksuccerce.” Below the name was an oversized portrait of an older human man surrounded by beautiful, half-naked beings from all over the galaxy.

“Who is this Count Borrdaff?”

Roxy chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. There’s my ship.”

How did she know which was hers when they all looked like the Count’s? I pulled at the metal ring around my neck. “Do you have a trinket up your skirts to remove this? If I try to leave the Jurdu atmosphere, it’ll activate and kill me.”

She turned to me, all concern on her beautiful face as she studied the collar. “I have something on the ship that’ll take it off.”

I pulled at her red dress. “I can’t wait to take this off.”

“Guards! Guards!”

A human man ran out onto the platform several vessels down and stopped short. It was the Count from the ships’ portrait, and Daddy Skirkild was hurrying behind him.

“Who is this Count?” I asked. “Why is he here?”

“It’s Sha,” Roxy explained. “They’re Kelki.”

Several guards ran toward the shapeshifted Sha and Skirkild.

“Guards!” Sha shouted, holding up a communicator. “My daughter sent a message that she’s running away with the dancer! And where is my ship? Why do all of these vessels look like my ship? I want to know who’s responsible!”

With a grin, Roxy pressed a remote, and one of the Count Borrdaff vessels rose up and whooshed past. Everyone assembled shouted.

“Wasss that them?” Skirkild demanded. “Why do all of thessse ssshipsss look like your ssship?”

“You tell me, Skirkild,” Sha said dangerously. “Did you have your dancer kidnap my daughter and cloak all the ships to look like mine?”

“Kidnap?” Skirkild bellowed.

One of the guards held up a scanner at the ship disappearing in the distance, and he went pale. “Two life forms. A human and…” he gulped, turning to Daddy Skirkild. “And a Llurren.”

Roxy giggled softly beside me as Daddy Skirkild started shouting. “To your shipsss! Chassse them down!”

“You’d better bring my daughter back, Skirkild, or I swear to Dilf?—”

Whatever Sha was shouting got lost in the shuffle as dozens of guards rushed in all directions trying to find their ships among all the duplicates.

Roxy cackled at the confusion. I lost sight of Sha altogether as one of the guards, who seemed particularly confused, directed his comrades in several different directions at once, then ran toward one of the Borrdaff ships.

“That’s Sha,” Roxy explained, grabbing my hand. “Get ready to make a run for it.”

A great flock of Borrdaff ships rose into the air, heading after the decoy, but Daddy Skirkild remained on the platform between us and the ship Sha had gone into, shouting for the Count, yelling at all the Borrdaff ships taking off.

“Damnit, Skirkild,” Roxy murmured. “You weren’t supposed to be here.” She pressed her finger to her ear. “Plan Chi, Sha. Ready for jump extraction.”

My head snapped toward her as my stomach pre-fell. “Wait—jump extraction?”

Sha’s ship lifted into the air with the others.

“That’s right, lover.” Roxy kissed me quick then pulled us into a loping run for the side of the platform.

The leaden fear in my legs slowed my pace to match Roxy’s shorter one. Behind the metal railing ahead, the waterfalls and their two-thousand-meter drop looked like a death sentence. Jumping with a rope and harnesses to the balcony was one thing, but jumping with nothing to hold onto? That was madness.

“Ssstop! Sssomebody ssstop them!” Daddy Skirkild’s voice and the cymbal-clangs of his platform shoes stomping the pavement rose above the cacophony. I glanced back to see him in a full-out sprint after us, one hand holding his robes up over his skinny reptilian legs as he closed in on us, a stun-phaser in the other hand.

Three red blasts shot past us. Just one hit would doom us, but I would take the perilous jump extraction that would lead me to a life with Roxy over this casino prison any day.

Roxy may’ve been brilliant and beautiful, but she was a slow runner on her heel-booted little legs. She pulled a blaster from the folds of her dress, and I picked her up from behind, increasing our speed as she shot at the metal railing ahead of us. It melted in a shower of sparks.

She gestured at the still-orange-hot hole with the blaster. “Jump!”

At the end of the platform, I jumped, sailing off the edge with Roxy in my arms into the vast empty air above the waterfall. My stomach leapt into my throat as we free-fell.

“Nooooo!” Skirkild’s voice echoed down as we plummeted. “My sssexy beassst!”

Daddy Skirkild’s scaly face faded into the distance almost instantly. I gripped my mate tight, my heart beating out of my chest as I buried my face against her warm neck. She laughed and whooped as the air rushed past, ruffling her hair and dress. She grabbed my face and kissed me, and at that moment, our freefall paused. The bright violet light of a tractor beam reeled us in.

Within minutes, we were sucked into the cargo hold of a ship. Roxy pulled me into a run toward the cockpit where a Kelki with purple tentacles and half of Count Bordaff’s face was at the pilot’s seat. They directed a tentacle toward me, and I shook it.

“Heya, you must be Dr. Tyos. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Sha. Sha Herdayn. Heya, Rox?”

“Don’t leave the atmosphere, Sha. I have to get this restraining collar off of him.” She rummaged through a tool chest, opening and shutting drawers, grabbing and discarding various pieces of equipment.

I peered through the windshield. Dozens of copycat ships swarmed in irregular flight patterns, winking in and out of cloaking, spinning and wheeling to avoid hitting each other as if they had barely any control over their steering panels. Sha’s impressive evasive maneuvers would keep us alive for a bit, but we needed a more permanent solution.

“Yeah, well, we got another problem. Your little chameleon trick out there disoriented everybody else and was such a drain on our power that we can’t shift into faster-than-light.”

“Not enough power?” I eyed the gauge of the revolving nuclear core, which was dipping into critical. “I can fix that. Where are your spare fuel cells?”

I followed Sha’s jutted tentacle toward a magnetic cabinet with dozens of outdated parts and empty plasma crunchers. Roxy followed, pointing a device at my collar. She tried and failed, recalibrated and tried again, over and over to get the collar to disengage.

“Got any chroniton cleaner?” I pulled two empty plasma crunchers, a fuel cell, and a lubricant injector from the cabinet.

“In here.” Roxy kicked a metal trunk open with her booted heel, continuing her tinkering.

I cracked open the closed plasma cruncher with brute force and eyed the chroniton cleaner level in the canister. It was dangerous to mix these kinds of quantum materials outside the lab, but?—

“We’re not gonna make it,” Sha said. “I’m shutting off the chameleon.”

“No!” Roxy shouted, trying and failing another option to disengage my collar. “Their confusion is our only chance of escape.”

Sha whooped at another near hit. “It’s tanking anyway, Rox.”

I shoved an eye protection shield over my mate’s beautiful green eyes and poured what I hoped was a skillfully estimated amount of chroniton cleanser into the plasma cruncher. I dumped the whole thing into the fuel cell, igniting green flames from the cruncher shell. I leaned my head away as I brought the concoction toward Sha’s panel.

“Faa!” they shouted. “Are you trying to blow us up?”

“Not today,” I muttered, working around Roxy’s continued efforts on my collar to disengage the superfluous fuel line. Blowing off the flames, I syringed the infusion up into the injector and shot it straight into the primary fuel line just as Roxy shut down my collar. As I shut the panel, my collar broke in half with a shrieking chirp and fell to the floor, no longer a threat.

And the ship rocketed into a stable yet meteoric acceleration.

“Go! Go!” Roxy shouted.

Sha jumped us into faster-than-light speed, and in seconds, we were surrounded not by Borrdaff ships but by the cocoon of a speed-induced wormhole.

Our cheering filled the cockpit, and Roxy jumped up into my arms, her legs around my waist.

Sha wiped their wide forehead with a tentacle. “So what in the ever-loving fuck was that all about?”

But my mouth was already clamped down over Roxy’s as I stepped to push her against the wall. It would be weeks before our first mating frenzy was over, but I could feel my extra mouths activating, and I needed to get skin to skin with my mate as soon as possible.

“Zyn’s my mate,” Roxy explained as soon as my kisses slipped to her neck. “And we’re going to need a few weeks to—” she moaned when I began grinding my cocks against her center. “Llurren mating?—”

“Yeah yeah, wow, I know.” Sha turned bright pink around their eyes and faced the windshield. “No one wants to watch that. You crazy kids go to Roxy’s quarters and do what you need to. I got a friend on Verdalla, and we can lay low there for as long as you need. And when you come up for air and food—” they patted their suit pocket. “I got a surprise.”

Roxy smiled wickedly. “Come on, then.”