A cheer goes up right at the very moment that Drako picks up a silicone device and slides it under my bent body. It suctions onto my clit and immediately starts to pulse against that sensitive bud.
“I’m going to come!” I gasp.
“No,” Drako growls. “You’re not. Thor is going to come in your ass, and then the two of us will decide if you deserve to come. So you hold that orgasm, young lady.”
The crowd enjoys my torment as I do everything I can not to climax even though Thor is pounding my ass and that devious toy is suckling at my clit.
Mercifully, Thor is on the brink of coming, and a few grinds of my ass soon have him spilling over the edge, filling my ass up with his cum until he pulls free and a few drops spray over my cheeks.
Drako ups the intensity of the toy between my legs and plunges three fingers inside me. Two slide into my pussy, one goes into my ass. All of them move rapidly as he fingers me to my final screaming climax of the evening, each and every one of my sensitive zones stimulated to the point of near pain until I collapse on the floor, coming with so much screaming force that I feel as though I might pass out.
“She’s done,” Drako murmurs to Thor. “Let’s get her out of here.”
The crowd is cheering in that animal way when Thor picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, and he follows Drako out of that arena. I feel barely within myself. I am floating somewhere above it all, seeing myself used, broken, submitted. My body is flushed with endorphins, pleasure and pain still co-mingling inside me. I will never be able to explain to anybody why this feels so fucking good, even though I would never have wanted it. I feel as though I have faced a deadly predator and survived, as if I have done battle and triumphed. Each of my orgasms was a reward, and the chemicals from them make me soft and dopey asThor and I are led into what I can only describe as high-tier slave quarters.
There’s a bed, and there’s a table and chairs, and bathroom presumably, probably. I hope so. I need to be bathed. There is so much semen sticking to my thighs.
Thor sits down in an armchair and cuddles me in his lap while Drako stands before us. He looks good in that uniform. It highlights the sharpness of his character, and the danger he perpetually represents. I feel as though I have lived a lifetime in the past hour. He looks fresh as a daisy, ready to go fuck up another planet at a moment’s notice.
“This is a comfortable room,” he says. “It’ll stay comfortable as long as the two of you behave. We are going to continue voyaging for the foreseeable. So I suggest you get comfortable. You are going to be seeing a lot of these walls.”
Neither Thor nor I say anything. I don’t think I can speak. I think the parts of my mind I use for interaction have been completely disengaged. I curl up into Thor’s arms and I close my eyes.
“You plan to keep us alive then,” Thor says. “Me, I mean. I know you intend to keep her, of course.”
“Yes. You’ll live,” Drako says. “I’ll keep the both of you under my protection.”
I feel Thor flex beneath me as he takes offense to that offer. “I don’t need your protection. I need my freedom.”
“Wrong. Our babies are going to come from this woman’s womb. I cannot live in your world, so you two will have to live in mine. Consider yourselves properly captured. Don’t worry, GoldenBoy. Things catch on fire for us too; you’ll be able to ply your trade freely.”
“Live on this ship?”
“On this ship. Off it. On other worlds. In other places. We travel, we explore. We discover new things…”
“And blow them up,” I interject sleepily.
Drako smirks at me. “I would have thought you’d stay quiet for a while yet after all you’ve been through lately. Are you in need of more attention?”
I fall silent.
“I can make the two of you happy,” Drako says. “I know the introduction to our ship was rough, but frankly nothing else would have broken you to it. You are mine, and my men know it. You have a place among my people. You will be respected.”
“That’ll be new,” I mutter.
“I can fuck you again, if you like,” he says, but I think he’s teasing.
“I want you to be my family,” Drako continues. “The both of you. That is why I saved you on that mountain, and that is why I hunted for the pair of you, and that is why I didn’t simply shoot you, Thor, when I had the chance.”
“Why?”
Thor asks a damn good question.
“You’re good with her. You give her something I cannot. And I give her something you can’t. Together, we almost make one half-decent husband for her. I can trust that you will be a goodfather. And you can trust that I will bring the weight of the Vikar to bear on any threats.”
Thor looks at me, and then at Drako.
“I understand that if we were to leave, you would hunt us down. I know that if we were to make it back to Weltheim, you would…”
