Chapter 1: Chapter 1
The pressure of Joy's need pulled him forward, and the sound of his own pulse filled his ears. He felt himself sinking into the heat of it, the dream wrapping around him like a second skin.
The alarm shattered it.
A shrill, insistent tone cut through the fantasy and left him gasping in the dark of his quarters. The thermal sheet clung to his sweat-slicked skin. His cock was still hard, aching, and he pressed the heel of his palm against it as he swung his legs out of the bunk.
"Ship's computer," he rasped. "Status."
"Proximity alert. Unidentified vessel on intercept course. Range: forty thousand kilometers and closing."
Albert blinked at the empty air. A proximity alert meant something big. Something moving faster than debris or a comet.
He pulled on a shipsuit without bothering with underwear, the fabric rough against his still-sensitive skin. His bare feet slapped cold deck plates as he made his way to the bridge in the dark.
The viewport showed nothing but stars.
The console was lit up like a Christmas tree, data scrolling across the display. He dropped into the pilot's seat and pulled up the sensor feed. There it was, a blip on the long-range array, and it was coming in fast.
"Identity?"
"None. Transponder silent."
A ship that didn't broadcast. That could mean pirates, or it could mean something else entirely.
Albert keyed the comm, his voice echoing through the empty corridors. "Unidentified vessel, this is the research station Aurora. Identify yourself."
Static. Then a voice. Not a voice, exactly. It came through the speakers like harmonics, layered over a base tone that he felt in his chest. The words resolved into something he could understand, and his jaw went slack.
The silence on the bridge hung heavy. Albert keyed the comm again, his thumb pressing down hard on the transmit button. "Repeat. Who are you?"
The harmonics swelled, resolving into words that saturated the speakers. "You have been expected, human. The Princess requests your presence."
Light filled the bridge. Not cold, not harsh, but violet, seeping through the seams of the deck plating, the consoles, the very air. Albert felt his skin prickle with static, and then there was no floor beneath him, no gravity, only the sensation of being pulled apart and reassembled in the same breath.
I watched the space between the columns shimmer. The air tasted of ozone and something sweet, like crushed petals. My antennae twitched, picking up the harmonics of a body arriving, the raw signature of his cells being rewritten into our geometry.
He materialized on the dais steps, naked as a newborn, and the sight of him made a slow smile spread across my lips. His skin was pale, unremarkable, with a mat of dark hair on his chest and a trail leading down to a cock that stood rigid against his belly, thick and veined, flushed with need. He shivered, his hands rising instinctively to cover himself before I stopped him with a single raised finger.
"No. Do not hide what brought you here, human. It speaks more honestly than your mouth would."
His eyes went wide. The gravity of my presence pressed down on his shoulders, the weight of my voice settling into the marrow of his bones. He swayed, caught between awe and terror, and I let the sensation wash over him. I rose from the throne, my seven feet unfolding like a promise, my robe falling open to reveal the smooth planes of my blue skin.
"You dreamed of this," I said, descending the steps. Each footfall echoed against the living crystal, sending ripples of violet light through the floor. "I felt your desire across the void. It thrummed through the dark like a beacon."
He swallowed. I thought it was a dream."
"It was. Now it is not." I stopped before him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin, close enough to see the pulse hammering in his throat. "You are mine now, electrician. The question is whether you are ready to accept that."
His cock twitched against his stomach, betraying him. My hand reached out, and I let my fingers trace a slow line down his chest, feeling the tremor that ran through him at my touch. He was warm, so wonderfully warm, a stark contrast to the cool crystal that surrounded us.
His gasp broke against my palm. I felt the tremor run through him, that delicious shiver of a creature who had never been touched by something like me. I let my fingers trail lower, tracing the hard ridge of his stomach, and leaned in close enough to taste his breath.
"Kneel," I said, not to him.
The air behind me rippled. A familiar presence, soft-footed and eager, moved through the violet light. Maryann had served me well for years, but she was not the one I needed now. I had summoned another, one whose mouth I had spent many slow afternoons training.
Serya emerged from the shadows, her blue hair spilling across her shoulders, her fair skin pink with heat. She was beautiful in that pliant way I favored, all soft curves and eager obedience. She wore nothing. She never did when I called her, and I had not called her in some time.
"Princess," she breathed, dropping to her knees.
I smiled and turned back to Albert. He stared at Serya with wide eyes, his cock still rigid against his belly, pulsing with the rhythm of his heartbeat. The promise of what was to come had him swaying as if I'd pulled the gravity out from under his feet.
"You wanted this," I said. "Didn't you? A lowly electrician, alone in the dark, dreaming of a queen."
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His throat worked, swallowing nothing.
"Get his cock in your mouth, Serya. Suck it like your life depends on how wet you make it."
Serya surged forward without hesitation. Her small hands wrapped around the base of his shaft, her fingers barely meeting. She lowered her head, took the head of his cock into her mouth, and let out a soft moan that vibrated through the flesh between her lips.
Albert's hips bucked. His fingers clawed at my shoulders.
"Do you feel that, electrician?" I whispered against his ear. "She's been aching for this. I can feel her want, humming through the crystal like a struck bell."
Serya's head bobbed, slow and rhythmic, her tongue tracing the ridge of his cock head with practiced precision. Saliva welled and glistened in the violet light. Her hands worked the base in a twisting motion that had his knees buckling.
I circled them, my bare feet silent on the living stone. Behind him, close enough to feel the heat of his skin, I reached down and closed my fingers around his balls. They hung heavy, twin weights in my palm, and I felt the pulse there, the delicate machinery of his desire.
He cried out, a strangled sound that broke against the crystal walls.
"Please," he gasped. "Please, I can't, I'll come."
I squeezed once, testing the weight. The sound he made then was less human, more animal. Something raw and desperate.
"You'll come when I tell you to come," I murmured. My grip tightened, thumb tracing the seam of his sac, feeling the heat beneath the skin. "And not a moment before."
Serya moaned around his cock, her fingers tightening on his shaft. The sound vibrated through him, and I felt his whole body shudder. His knees buckled, but I kept him upright with my grip on his balls, holding him to the tension my voice had wound into him.
I pressed my chest against his back, my nipples grazing the knotted muscles of his spine. My free hand traced up his thigh, over his hip, across the trembling plane of his stomach. I felt every twitch, every gasp, every desperate plea building in his throat.
"You'll serve me," I said, low against his ear. "For as long as I want you. And I suspect that will be a very long time."
His answer was a groan, muffled by Serya's throat. She had taken him deeper now, her nose brushing the dark hair at his base, her cheeks hollowed with suction. She made wet, obscene sounds that echoed through the throne room.
I tightened my grip on his balls, just enough to make him gasp.
"Not yet, pet. You'll last."
"Fuck," he wheezed. "Fuck, I can't, it's too much."
"Yes, you can. Look at her. Look at how eager she is to please you."
His eyes dropped, finding Serya's upturned face, her green eyes wet with tears of strain, her cheeks flushed. She gazed up at him with such devotion, such desperate need, and I felt his cock twitch inside her mouth.
I laughed, soft and indulgent. "There it is. That's the honesty I was looking for."
I let go of his balls and stepped back, circling until I stood before him again. Serya kept working him, her tempo steady, her hands slick with her own hunger. Albert's eyes didn't leave mine.
Princess Joy's voice cut through the haze of my own sucking, sharp and commanding. "Fill her cunt, electrician. She's been empty too long."
Albert's hands found my shoulders, trembling. I pulled my mouth off his cock with a wet gasp, strings of saliva glistening between my lips and his shaft. He stared down at me, chest heaving, eyes wild.
"Now," Joy said. "I won't tell you twice."
He grabbed me under the arms and lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, my ankles locking behind his back. The heat of his cock pressed against my belly, thick and leaking, and I felt my own cunt slick with anticipation.
His mouth found my breast before I could breathe. He sucked hard, teeth grazing my nipple, and I cried out, arching into him. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing, kneading the soft flesh hard enough to bruise. The pain bloomed sweet and sharp.
He walked me backward. The crystal pillar met my spine cold and unyielding. I gasped at the shock of it, my back arching off the surface as his mouth worked my other breast, tongue circling the stiff peak.
"Please," I whimpered. "Please, I need it."
He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark with hunger, pupils blown wide. One hand left my ass, traveled down, fingers brushing my wet slit. I shuddered against him.
"Put it in," I begged. "Please, just put it in."
His hand moved, grasping his cock. He lined the head up against my entrance, and I felt it there, blunt and huge, just resting against my slick flesh. The pressure made my toes curl.
Then he lowered me.
The head pushed past my folds and I screamed. The stretch was blinding, that thick ridge of his cock forcing its way into my tight cunt. I clawed at his shoulders, my legs tightening around his waist as he sank me down inch by inch, my walls clenching around him.
"Fuck," he groaned. "So tight."
I couldn't answer. The fullness was overwhelming, that massive shaft splitting me open, filling me deeper than anything had touched in months. My head fell back against the crystal, my mouth open in a silent scream as he seated me fully, his balls pressing against my ass.
He held there for a moment, panting. I could feel every pulse of his cock inside me, that thick vein throbbing against my walls. My cunt gripped him, milking, begging.
"Move," I gasped. "Please, move."
He did.
The first thrust was nothing. The second one, he angled his hips, and his cock head slammed into something deep inside me that I had never known existed. A shockwave of pleasure ripped through my pelvis, up my spine, and out of my mouth in a scream that echoed off the crystal walls. My vision went white. My cunt clenched around him, convulsing, and I felt my entire body seize.
Albert froze. "What the fuck was that?"
I couldn't answer. I was still shaking, my legs trembling around his waist, my inner walls quivering around the thick length of him. The crystal pillar was the only thing holding me up.
Behind us, Princess Joy made a sound. A low, pleased hum that vibrated through the floor. Through the air. Through my skin.
"So that's where you hide it," she said. Her voice was silk and thunder. "I felt that, little one. Through the bond. The way your cunt squeezed him. The way your heart stuttered."
I turned my head, still gasping. She stood watching us, her antennae quivering with interest, one hand trailing absently down her own chest, fingers tracing the curve of her blue breast.
"Fascinating," she murmured. "He's found your deep spot without even knowing what he was doing."
Albert's grip tightened on my ass. He pulled out halfway and slammed back in at the same angle. That same spot. That same blinding detonation of pleasure. I screamed again, my nails raking bloody furrows across his shoulders.
"Again," I begged. "Again, again, again."
He gave it to me. Each thrust caught that hidden bundle of nerves, grinding against it, and each one sent a fresh wave of ecstasy crashing through me until I was a sobbing, incoherent mess clinging to his neck.
"Enough," Joy said.
The air changed. Violet light surged from the throne, snaking across the floor and up Albert's spine. He gasped, his hands tearing away from my ass, yanked behind his back. A band of living crystal coiled around his wrists, cinching tight and glowing with soft light.
"What the hell?" He struggled against it, but the crystal held. His arms were pinned behind him, his chest thrust forward, his cock still buried inside me to the hilt.
Joy stepped closer. She circled us, a predator examining its prey, and she reached out to trace a finger along Albert's jaw. "You don't get to touch her. You don't get to hold her. You get to stand here and fuck her with your hips, and that's all."
She looked at me then, her eyes burning with violet intensity. "You will come at least three times before he's allowed to spill inside you. Do you understand me, Serya?"
I nodded, panting, my legs still locked around his waist.
"Good." She stepped back, folding her arms beneath her breasts. "Now move, electrician. Make her scream. Show me what that thick cock of yours can do when you're not allowed to come yourself."
Albert's jaw clenched. He had no hands to steady me, so he put everything into his hips. He drove into me hard and fast, the angle perfect, that thick ridge of his cock head slamming against my deep spot with every stroke. The crystal pillar scraped my back as I bounced against it, my breasts jiggling with the force of his rhythm.
"That's it," Joy purred. "Don't stop. Don't slow down."
I felt it building. That tight coil in my belly, winding tighter with every thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once. I was drooling, my eyes rolling back, words spilling out of me in a broken stream.
"Please, please, please, oh gods, right there, don't stop, fuck, don't stop."
I came hard. My cunt clamped down around him like a fist, milking his shaft, and I howled. My whole body convulsed, spine arching off the crystal, toes curling into knots against his back. Albert grunted, his hips stuttering, but he kept going. He fucked me through the orgasm, not slowing for a second.
Joy laughed, soft and cruel. "That's one."
I couldn't breathe. The aftershocks were still rippling through me when Albert drove into that spot again. My clit was swollen and aching, rubbing against his pubic bone with every stroke. The friction was maddening. I felt the second orgasm building even before the first had fully faded.
"Wait," I gasped. "Wait, I can't, I need a moment."
"There are no moments," Joy said. "You'll come again. He hasn't earned his release yet, and I haven't finished watching you break."
The coil tightened. Albert's pace increased, savage and relentless. His balls slapped against my ass with every thrust, wet and obscene. I was beyond words now. Beyond thought. I was nothing but a hole for him to fuck, a receptacle for pleasure, a toy for Joy's amusement.
The second orgasm hit me like a wave, and I screamed so loud my throat tore. My vision went black. The pleasure swallowed everything, drowning me in heat and pressure and the endless, merciless rhythm of his cock.
By the time I came back to myself, Albert was panting harshly, his face red, his muscles straining. The crystal bonds held him rigid. Sweat rolled down his chest and dripped onto mine.
"I can't hold on much longer," he gritted out. "Please. Please let me come."
"Not yet," Joy said. She stepped close behind him, pressing her body against his bound arms, her nipples grazing his shoulder blades. "She needs one more. And I want to watch her fall apart on that cock of yours one last time."
She reached around him. Her fingers found his balls, cradling them, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. "You'll last until I say otherwise. Won't you, pet?"
"Yes," he wheezed. "Yes, Princess."
"Then fuck her. Break her cunt. Make her come again."
He drove into me with renewed fury. The desperation burned in his eyes. His hips were pistons, slamming into me so hard I felt the crystal pillar crack behind my back. My clit was raw and swollen, overstimulated to the point of pain, but his cock kept catching that spot and the pain merged with pleasure into something transcendent.
I didn't even know I was coming until the orgasm tore through me. My mouth opened but no sound came out. My body seized, rigid, my cunt spasming around his shaft so violently I felt him shudder with the effort of holding back.
"That's three," I heard her say, distant and amused. "Now fill her. Pump her cunt full of every drop of that human seed."
Albert roared. His cock swelled inside me, thicker, harder, and then he came. Hot jets of semen flooded my insides, pumping into me with a force that had me gasping. I felt every pulse, every spurting wave, his release so long and so thick it overflowed around his shaft, trickling down my thighs.
We collapsed together. The crystal pillar caught us, held us up as we slid down to the floor, Albert's arms still bound behind his back. My legs fell from his waist, weak and trembling. His cock slipped out of me, soft and spent, leaving my cunt gaping and full.
Joy stood over us, beautiful and terrible. She looked down at me, at the mess between my thighs, at the human sprawled on the crystal floor.
Then her antennae twitched, and she frowned.
"There's something else," she said slowly. "Something in you, human. Something I didn't sense before. A signal, buried in your blood."
Albert stared up at her, too spent to speak.
She knelt beside him, her hand pressing flat against his chest. The violet light pulsed beneath her palm, and her frown deepened into something sharp and calculating.
"You didn't just dream of me," she whispered. "You were sent here. Programmed. And I want to know who did it to you."
The throne room fell silent.
The silence stretched like pulled taffy. Albert's chest rose and fell under Joy's palm, his eyes gone glassy, too drained to speak. The violet light pulsed beneath her fingers, slow and rhythmic, tasting whatever signal she had found in his blood.
"Sent," she repeated. "Programmed. A little human drone, nudged into my lap."
She straightened, and the frown softened into something almost pleased. Almost. Her antennae twitched once, a private calculation, and then her gaze slid to me. I was still sprawled on the crystal floor, thighs slick, my cunt gaping and wet with his seed. I tried to pull my legs together, to make myself presentable, but the effort felt like wading through honey.
"Serya." Her voice dropped, intimate and cool. "Rise."
I obeyed. My legs shook. His come trickled down my thigh as I stood, and I felt the heat of her stare on the mess of it.
"You have been patient," she said. "You have served me well. And you have wanted him since the moment he materialized on my dais."
I felt my cheeks burn. I could not hide it from her. She felt everything through the bond, every pulse of want, every ache between my thighs.
"Yes, Princess."
"I cannot take him for my own bed. My father would kill him before the night was out." Her mouth curved, sharp and amused, as if the thought delighted her. "So I am giving him to you. To train. To fuck. To suck dry as often as you like."
My heart stopped. Then stuttered back to life, twice its normal speed.
"You will teach him to serve. You will break him into something useful." She stepped closer, and her fingers traced my jaw, tilting my face up to meet her eyes. "But when I call, he comes to me on your leash. When I tell you to do something, you will do it. Understood?"
"Yes, Princess. I understand."
"Good." She released me and turned to Albert, still bound, still kneeling in the wreckage of his own climax. "Take him to your quarters. Show him what it means to be owned."
The crystal bonds around his wrists dissolved with a sound like breaking chimes. He sagged forward, catching himself on his palms, his head hanging low. I crossed to him and took his chin between my fingers, tilting his face up. His eyes were dazed, pupils blown, his lips parted and slack.
"On your feet," I said softly. "You belong to me now. And I have a very long night planned for you."
He rose. The motion was unsteady, but he rose. I took his hand, his fingers curling around mine, and led him out of the throne room.
The corridors of the palace hummed with living light. Violet veins pulsed in the walls, casting soft shadows over our bare skin. He stumbled twice, and I steadied him, feeling the heat of his body against my side. His cock hung soft between his thighs, still glistening with my slick and his own mess.
My quarters were small by palace standards. A bed of woven crystal filaments, low and wide. A bathing pool that steamed with mineral-scented water. A shelf of oils and unguents I had collected over long, lonely months. I closed the door behind us, and the hum of the palace faded to a murmur.
Albert stood in the center of the room, watching me. His hands hung loose at his sides. A lamb waiting for the butcher, except the butcher had other plans.
"Lie down," I said. "On your back."
He laid down. The crystal filaments of the bed yielded under his weight, cradling his back, and the violet light of the walls cast shadows across his pale chest. He watched me with those dazed eyes, still catching his breath, still trembling from everything Joy had wrung out of him.
I laid down beside him. My head found the hollow of his shoulder, my cheek against his skin. His heart hammered under my ear, fast and unsteady. I traced a slow circle over his ribs with my fingertips, feeling the heat of him, the living warmth that made him so different from the cool stone and crystal of this place.
"I'm not assertive like she is," I said. My voice came out softer than I meant it to. "In here, I want to be gentle with you. I want you to want me. I want it to be real, not just obedience."
My hand drifted lower. The trail of dark hair beneath his navel was damp with sweat. I followed it down, fingers brushing the base of his cock. It stirred under my touch, thickening, rising against my palm.
"But she will make me be stern with you. Rough, at times. And I'll have to do what she says, because she feels everything through the bond. Every hesitation." I swallowed. "Just trust me. I won't hurt you."
His hand moved. It caught my wrist, not hard, just holding me still, and he rolled. I gasped as my back met the filaments, the woven crystal cool against my shoulder blades. He was over me in an instant, his weight settling between my thighs, his face close enough that I could count the sweat on his brow.
He spread my legs wide with his knees. His cock pressed against my entrance, thick and heavy, already half-hard and filling fast. He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, and the wet heat of his tongue against the sensitive peak made my back arch off the bed.
His teeth grazed me gently, then harder, and I cried out, clutching at his shoulders. He sucked hard enough to bruise, the same sweet pain he had used against the pillar, and my cunt throbbed in response, still loose and full of his seed.
He pulled his mouth away just enough to speak. His lips brushed my skin, warm and damp.
"Over my flesh," he said, "I trust you. Order me."
The words hit me low in the belly. Not the command in them, not the submission. The trust. A human male, ripped from his ship and his dreams, given to a handmaid he had never met, and he was telling me he would let me lead.
I raised my hand and cupped his jaw. He leaned into the touch like a starving thing. I could feel everything he was holding back, the desperation, the fear, the want, all of it thrumming under his skin.
"Then take me," I said. "Slow. Gentle. Like you want me, not like you're ordered to."
A shudder ran through him. He lowered his hips, and his cock slid into me.
The stretch was still there, that enormous ridge forcing my walls apart, but this time it was different. He went slowly, inch by inch, letting me feel every pulse of him. His hands braced on either side of my head, his forearms trembling with restraint, and he looked down at me with an expression I had not seen on his face before. Something raw and open.
He seated himself fully. The weight of him pressed deep, filling me to the brim, and I felt the residue of his earlier release coating his shaft, slick and warm. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, wanting him deeper still.
He began to move. A slow roll of his hips, grinding against my walls as he pulled out and pushed back in. His mouth found my breast again, suckling gently this time, tongue circling the peak with patient attention. The pleasure was different from before. Deeper. Warmer. It built like a tide instead of a wave.
I let my head fall back. The violet light pulsed above us like a heartbeat, and I kept my fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him, holding him close.
"Good," I breathed. "That's good. You're doing so well."
He made a sound against my skin, something between a groan and a whimper. His hips picked up speed, still gentle, still measured, but with more need behind each thrust. His cock caught that deep spot again, and I shuddered, but he did not slam into it. He nudged it, teased it, each stroke a question I answered with a gasp.
"I trust you," he said against my breast. "I trust you."
I pulled his face up to mine. His eyes were bright with unshed tears, and I kissed him. Not a command, not a reward. Just a kiss. His mouth opened under mine, desperate and hungry, and I felt his cock swell inside me, thickening with his approaching release.
"Come inside me," I whispered against his lips. "I want to feel it."
He groaned and buried his face in my neck. His hips snapped faster, losing the careful rhythm, chasing the end. I held him through it, my legs locked around his waist, my cunt clenching around him, pulling him under.
He came with a broken cry. His cock throbbed inside me, pulsing out a fresh flood of heat, and I felt every jet of it, each one wringing a shudder from his whole body. He collapsed against me, his weight pressing me into the filaments, his breath ragged and hot against my throat.
I held him there. Stroked his hair. Felt his heart hammer against my chest, slowing beat by beat.
But through the bond, through the crystal, a whisper of violet awareness touched the edge of my mind. Joy, reaching out from her throne, felt what we had done. And I knew, with a certainty that settled like a stone in my belly, that she was not finished with us tonight.