Turning the tables on Suki

Claudia checked the clock in the corner of her display and swore under her breath.

“What the fuck is taking them so long?”

This was supposed to be a quick smash-and-grab raid. Get in, grab the much-needed supplies and equipment (plus anything else that looked valuable), then hightail it outta there.

Three courier-class vessels were a dream find for the small female crew. They’d allocated sufficient time for a thorough plundering before beating a victorious retreat.

That time had expired over ten minutes ago.

Once again, Claudia lamented their dearth of personal comms equipment. It was prominent on their amusingly named looting wish list.

As a drill ship designed for operation in a corporate-controlled penal colony, the Valkyrie lacked the extra niceties, such as safety features and emergency response equipment.

Hell, there wasn’t even a proper lock on the exterior hatch. Probably to dissuade inmates from sealing themselves inside, away from the abusive hands of their jailers. A simple manual override would allow squads of corpo goons to enter and subdue any troublemakers.

Claudia eyed the blaster resting on her command console, weighing the merits of hunting down her missing compatriots versus the benefits of sitting tight.

No, she had to trust her team. Rushing in half-cocked wouldn’t help anyone.

Brit and Suki were two serious ass-kickers, and Tasha was no slouch with a blaster. They could handle any resistance aboard three unarmed, civilian trade vessels.

They were likely having fun. Blowing off some steam. Exorcising their cabin fever after so many weeks cooped up in the Valkyrie. Claudia was worrying herself over nothing.

She’d still chew them out once they returned. The plan was the plan, and deviating from it put everyone at risk.

“C’mon, Tasha. Don’t do this to me, babe.”

Her helmswoman, best friend, and lover would cop the lion’s share of her ire. A corporate spy ought to know better! Any bruised feelings would doubtlessly be soothed in their private quarters when Claudia delivered a more in-depth, more physical tongue-lashing.

Their make-up sex was always hot and passionate.

A faint breeze stirred the pilot’s coppery bangs as she sighed longingly.

Claudia instantly straightened, skin prickling, and snatched up the blaster. Months in deep space had sharpened her senses; ships didn’t have random drafts.

Someone had opened the airlock.

“Who’s there? Identify yourself!” She called into the main cabin. “I’m armed and won’t hesitate to shoot.”

“Whoa, calm down.” A woman stepped into view, hands raised. “We’re only here to talk.”

Claudia stared. The intruder was tall, statuesque, and grey.

Not grey-haired (her head bore a crown of shiny gold locks), but grey-skinned. Her granite-hued flesh rippled with powerful muscles beneath a white tank top, taxed to its limits across big, perky tits, and a small pair of running shorts clinging to wide, toned hips.

A four-pack stomach with a clear abdominal groove. Smooth, muscular thighs topped long, silky legs. Jacked biceps and corded forearms. She looked strong, yet undeniably feminine–the very picture of a female warrior cast in monochrome, trailing faint tendrils of mist.

She was as sleek and captivating as a drawn blade.

It took Claudia some effort to keep her aim steady.

“You want to talk? Then talk.” The pirate captain eased her trigger finger a fraction. “What the fuck are you and where is my crew?”

“Okay. Wow, this is a bit awkward. I can taste the tension.” The blonde took another careful step into the cabin. “Let’s start with names. Mine is Sarah. And this,” she nodded at someone out of sight, “is my sister Pamela.”

A second grey-skinned Amazon prowled into view. Moving slowly but with feline fluidity, she shared Sarah’s extraordinary physique. Womanly curves layered over dangerously defined perfection–except her hair was a tumble of auburn tresses...

And she was completely naked.

“Hiiii~” Pamela purred, extending the greeting as she arched her lithe, luscious form in an achingly delicious stretch. “We’re the greeting party. Pleased to meet you. Care to sit down and chat?”

Claudia gulped audibly, utterly entranced by the two alien beauties, totally blind to the strange fog swirling around their ankles.

Adam barreled into the smaller invader with all the **** of a runaway locomotive.

He didn’t bellow or roar like a beast, ambushing the Asian interloper and separating her from his larger brunette mate with the sucking shlorp of fingers exiting a wet pussy.

“Yaaah!”

She twisted like an eel in his grasp. Curling herself into Adam’s greater bulk, so he took the brunt of the impact when they crashed through stacked crates and storage containers.

He snarled, her nails raking his skin when they sprawled across the deck in a tangle of limbs. Quick as a whip, she straddled his brawny chest, snarling in his face while groping blindly for his battle boner.

“Didn’t learn your lesson, eh, big guy?” She hissed, finding her turgid prize. “Luckily, I’m happy to teach you as many times as it takes to get through that thick skull.”

“Not this time.” Cindi appeared like a wraith from the shadows, snapping something around the midnight-haired hellion's neck. “Gotcha, bitch.”

There was a click, followed by an electrical hum. The precocious pirate lashed a vicious kick towards Cindi’s stomach, only to spasm in a full-body seizure.

“Aaayeeee!” She cried, jittering as though she’d touched a live wire before toppling off Adam.

He sat up, staring at the twitching intruder as she thrashed on the deck. Foam flecked her lips, and LEDs blinked from a metal band around her throat.

“What was that?” He asked Cindi, who watched on with a smug expression. “Did you kill her?”

“A pacification collar. Custom-built to subdue a gorgon, it seems. I found it near that busted cage in the corner, amongst other goodies. Grabbed it as an afterthought while the two of you were trashing the place. Looks like it works.”

Adam glanced over at the wrecked containment cell where he’d slain the mother-fucking gorgon so many weeks ago. That fateful event, which had changed their lives for the better.

Made them all better.

Better than merely human.

So much more.

“Well, Mom always taught us that proper preparation is the key to success in any venture.” Adam mused, remembering how resilient the monster was to his blaster shots. “Guess she never got the chance to use that handy gizmo. Any idea how it works?”

Cindi helped him up, and they stared at the supine form of the Asian invader in mutual curiosity. She croaked piteously, rolling about and pawing at her neck.

“I’m not certain, but the collar appears to react to **** by administering a high-voltage electrical shock.” Cindi hazarded, taking Adam’s arm and resting her head on his shoulder. “That should calm the psycho slut down, yeah?”

Adam didn’t know what to think.

The attacker lay at his feet, declawed, oozing that unbred scent that drove his inner beast berserk. She was lightning quick. Aggressive. Deadly. Fearless.

A supremely worthy mate.

He yearned to claim her. To dominate her. To plant his alpha seed deep inside her fertile womb–ensuring that any fruit of their hard-and-rough union would carry her predatory instincts bolstered by his dauntless might.

Adam’s corpulent cock pulsed as he envisioned the genetic advantages their offspring could inherit.

“She’s not dying, right?” The massive blonde staggered towards them, her face stricken. “Please tell me Suki will be okay.”

“Suki, is it? She’ll be fine once she chills out and stops attacking everyone.” Adam said, ogling her prodigious rack while grabbing Cindi’s taut rear. “Thanks for the assist, um, I didn’t catch your name earlier.”

His sister moaned, melting into his side and latching a soft hand onto his seed-slathered shaft. Peppering affectionate kisses along his rugged jawline, she smeared her sopping slit against Adams's hip, smoothly stroking him.

“They call me Brit. And I think we were fucked the moment we boarded your ships.” The towering beauty blushed, dusting her grey cheeks purple. “We got cocky. Strutted in like we owned the place already. You sure showed us, my mate.”

She infused the word mate with unvarnished reverence, sinking to her knees before him, gazing worshipfully upon his hulking hardness.

Her actions resonated with Adam on a primal level.

He’d defeated Brit in bloody combat. Judged her strength, then claimed her as a worthy broodmare. It felt natural for her to submit to him as her alpha.

Cindi seemed to agree.

“Holy shit, bro. That’s so fucking hot.” She gasped, grinding harder while jacking him towards Brit’s expectant face. “You banged a band of pirates into your personal breeding stock. Look at her. She’s practically gagging for another dose of your special boost juice.”

Adam did look.

Brit’s mouth gaped open, her moist tongue extended, eyes crossing as she leaned in. Dollops of his precum splattered down onto her pneumatic tits like shiny pearls. She rubbed it in like moisturizer with one hand, while the other disappeared between her spread thighs.

“I crave it, my mate. Feed me more of this boost juice.” Brit panted, nostrils flaring as she huffed his potent scent. “Nourish me with your alpha cock so our offspring will grow strong and healthy. Stuff my belly with your virile seed.”

“Do it. Please do it.” Cindi whimpered, humping him frantically. “I want to see my big hunky bro put this horny bitch in her place!”

Adam didn’t hesitate. He couldn’t. Every atom of his being screamed at him to assert his control–to establish dominance. Indisputably. Undeniably.

Grabbing fistfuls of Brit’s golden hair, Adam rammed his monstrous member down her greedy gullet.

“Glurk~!”

The stacked blonde gurgled ecstatically, her slender throat welcoming his gob-stopping girth like a warm, wet sheath.

“Traitorous whore!” Suki wheezed on the floor. “I’m going to–aaaah!”

She was cut off by an electrical buzz and another series of cramping convulsions.

“You. Really. Don’t. Learn. Do ya?” He grunted at her, punctuating each word with a thrust of his powerful hips. “No sex until you fix that bad attitude.”

“Wha-what? Sex? You pig!” The pumped-up brat gasped indignantly, flopping onto her back. “Hmmmph! As if I’d ever be interested in a dumb meathead like you.”

Adam smelled the lie. His gorgon-enhanced nose could track a week-old scent trail. The stink of Suki’s dripping, unbred cunt practically broadcasted her arousal. It made his cock lurch in Brit’s eager esophagus.

“Gluurk~!” The knob-gobbling blonde guttered, clutching his thighs for support.

Cindi must have smelled it too, because a giggle slipped out between her needy moans.

“Ohhh, she doesn’t know the big secret, bro.” She stage-whispered, winking at Adam. He sensed mischief on the horizon and spanked her firm tooshie. She only grinned wider. “Mmmm, harder please. But really, did nobody tell the haughty skank about the best, most effective way to consume your special boost juice?”

“Cindi,” Adam warned, fucking Brit’s flawless face harder as his temper frayed.

All the combat and aggression and that damned mist were getting to him. His fighting instincts were stuck in overdrive. The last thing he needed right now was his sister’s ridiculous games.

“What are you talking about?” Suki struggled to sit up, squinting at them suspiciously. “There is no secret. You are a liar.”

“Oh, this is too precious! She really doesn’t know.” Cindi chortled, clinging to Adam like a sexy mollusk. “Shall I spill the beans for the poor dear?”

“Cindi.” He growled again, digging harsh fingers into her flexing butt cheeks. “Don’t–”

“OMG, the look on her face! I-I can’t help myself… Hyaaa!” She blurted, and Adam felt her squirting snatch spray his side. “The boost is amplified when he blows in your snatch!”

The words came out in a rush as Cindi rode his pumping hip to climactic conclusion. Her eyes rolled, chin sagging, and tits quivering as she vibrated in his grasp.

Adam dropped her in disgust. Cindi left a snail trail of girl cum down his leg as she slid to the deck before crumpling into a thoroughly satisfied heap.

Worse, Suki now regarding him with a calculating expression, clearly intrigued.

That’s great. Just fucking fantastic. Thanks for nothing, sis.

“Oomff, hurk, gluh!”

Though Adam’s attention had been diverted, Brit hadn’t slacked in her oral ministrations. She sucked and slurped and gurgled madly, **** to please her mate.

His alpha body responded automatically, cramming her hungry throat full of stiff dickmeat again and again as he glared right back at Suki.

“Don’t get any bright ideas.” He told her. “I can see the gears turning behind those scheming eyes and I’m not putting up with any more of your bullshit.”

The Asian assailant's exotic face split in a Cheshire cat grin, and she batted her lashes at him. Rolling onto her side, she trailed a graceful hand across her shapely chest to tease a stiff nipple through her paper-thin bodysuit.

Adam was hate-fucking Brit’s face so fast, the poor woman’s head was essentially a blur, whipping up and down his rage boner.

“Who, me?” Suki purred innocently, lifting a knee to reveal her damp camel toe. That infuriating unbred smell thickened. “I can’t do anything with this collar on. Are you going to punish me for being naughty, Daddy?”

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