Chapter 18
The lounge of the Voyager hummed with nervous energy as we gathered to greet Senator Moali Krullo. I shifted uncomfortably, hyper-aware of Dave’s massive form beside me. My traitorous eyes kept darting to the tempting bulge between his muscular thighs, memories of yesterday’s desperate encounter flooding my mind.
“Focus, Zarath,” I chided myself silently. “You’re a respected scientist, not some lust-addled adolescent.”
But even as I tried to banish those thoughts, I knew with sickening certainty that given the chance, I’d drop to my knees for him again in an instant. Heat crept up my neck at the realization.
Harold’s booming laugh drew my attention as he led the senator into the lounge, his flirtatious banter filling the air. “And here’s the rest of our illustrious crew, Senator. I do hope you’ll forgive their lack of spit and polish — we’ve been rather busy saving the galaxy and all that.”
Senator Krullo’s luminescent skin seemed to glow as she entered, her warm eyes taking in the assembled crew. “No need for apologies, Harold. I much prefer substance over style.”
Her gaze landed on Dave, and she moved towards him with purpose, clasping his hands in hers. “Ah, and here’s the man of the hour. I’ve heard much about your quick thinking when the shooting started, Mr. Lonoa.”
Dave’s moss-green skin darkened slightly at the praise. “Just doing my job, Senator. Though I’ll admit, dodging plasma bolts wasn’t exactly in the job description.”
The senator’s melodious laugh rang out. “Modesty becomes you, young man. But mark my words — with skills like yours, you have a bright future in this line of work.”
My stomach clenched at her words, an image of Dave soaring off to chase that “bright future” flashing unbidden through my mind. The thought of him leaving... it shouldn’t bother me. And yet, a wave of unease washed over me.
I frowned, trying to make sense of these conflicting emotions. Since when did I care about the career trajectory of an Aikkoan warrior? I had my own quest, my own purpose. Dave was just a... a distraction. A temptation. Nothing more.
But as I watched him charm the senator with that easy grin of his, I couldn’t quite convince myself of that lie.
The senator’s luminescent skin shimmered as she turned her attention back to Dave. “How are you healing up, by the way? I heard you took quite a hit during that scuffle.”
Dave’s Eyes flickered towards Delilah, his expression softening. “I’m doing great, thanks to our resident miracle worker here. Delilah patched me up better than any fancy med-bay could.”
I watched as Delilah’s warm brown skin flushed at the praise, her eyes widening. The senator nodded approvingly. “That’s wonderful to hear. I must say, I feel much better knowing there’s such an accomplished field medic on board.”
Delilah’s quiet voice piped up, “Oh, I’m not really—”
“Nonsense, my dear,” the senator interrupted gently. “I’ve been told you have years of experience working in all manner of rustic conditions. Why, I hear you’ve even performed medical procedures with little to no technology at your disposal. That’s quite impressive.”
I could see Delilah squirming under the attention, her fingers nervously twisting a coil of her braided hair. She let out an awkward laugh that was just a touch too loud. “Well, that’s definitely true. Though I’m not sure ‘rustic’ quite covers it. More like ‘stone age’ sometimes.”
My brow furrowed as I caught the bitter undertone in her words. There was clearly more to Delilah’s story than I’d realized.
She continued, her voice growing softer, “But, um, I’m still considering Relzo’s offer of a permanent position here. On the ship, I mean.”
My heart skipped a beat. Considering it? Like she might not stay? The idea of Delilah leaving hadn’t even occurred to me. Suddenly, the lounge felt too small, too crowded. I needed air, needed to think.
As I turned to leave, Dave’s eyes met mine. The concern I saw there made me wonder if he could somehow sense the turmoil roiling inside me. I quickly looked away, unable to bear the weight of his gaze.
Why did the thought of either of them leaving affect me so deeply? I had no claim on them, no right to feel this... this desperate need for their presence. And yet, as I hurried from the room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was about to change.
I stormed down the corridor, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. What an idiot I was being. How could I let myself become so attached, so quickly? I burst into my cabin, slamming the door behind me before collapsing onto the bed. I buried my face in my hands, willing the chaos in my mind to subside.
“Life was so much simpler when my only focus was the quest,” I muttered to myself, the words muffled against my palms. The mission to eradicate Serenity9, to avenge Lulua — that had been straightforward. Painful, yes, but uncomplicated. This... whatever this was with Dave and Delilah? It was anything but simple.
The door slid open with a soft hiss, startling me from my thoughts. Dave and Delilah entered, halting mid-conversation as they caught sight of me.
“Zarath?” Dave’s deep voice was laced with concern. “I could feel your distress all the way from the lounge. What’s wrong?”
I looked up, my retort dying on my lips as I watched Dave begin to tear off his clothing. My eyes widened, fixated on the expanse of moss-green skin being revealed. Before I could fully process what was happening, Dave was on top of me, pushing me down onto the bed.
His lips crashed against mine, hungry and demanding. I gasped into the kiss, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of sensation. Dave shifted his hips, dragging his hardening cock against mine. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
“Tell me, Zarath,” Dave whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Are you ready to be our little fucktoy?”
I shuddered, my body responding even as my mind reeled. “I... what are you doing?” I managed to choke out.
Dave’s Eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of lust and something deeper, more tender. “Showing you that you’re not alone anymore. That we’re not going anywhere.”
Submission clouded my judgment as Dave straddled my face, his balls mere inches from my lips. The musky scent of arousal and the heady weight of his shaft against my cheek were too much to bear. I gripped his hips, sucking greedily on his balls, the salty taste on my tongue making my own cock twitch.
“That’s it,” Dave groaned. “Suck them, baby. Show me how much you missed us.”
As if in response to his words, Delilah’s soft hands began to slide my pants down my legs, exposing my hardening erection to the cool air. She then pushed my legs apart, her touch feather-light as she circled my hole with a lubed finger.
“Fuck, Zarath, look at you,” Dave moaned. “So hungry for us, aren’t you?”
I blinked, humiliated but aroused beyond belief. How did he know? How could he possibly know that the thought of them leaving me behind had been my greatest fear?
“Dave... I... I... “
He silenced me with a rough kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth as if to claim me as his own. “Shh, no talking. Just feel.”
Delilah’s fingers slid inside me, scissoring them in a way that made my toes curl. Dave broke the kiss, a smirk on his sculpted features.
“Mmm... look at that tight hole of yours clenching around her fingers. So eager to have me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, no longer caring about my pride. “Fuck me, Dave. Gods, please just fuck me.”
He chuckled, the vibration of his laughter making my cock twitch even more. “Oh, we’re going to fuck you, Zarath. And you’re going to love every damn second of it.”
With that, he lined up his shaft with my entrance, and with one swift thrust, he entered me. Dave’s girth stretched me to my limits, and I cried out in equal parts pain and pleasure. He was right; we were meant to be together, the three of us. No more running, no more hiding.
I couldn’t help but whimper, my eyes darting between Dave’s imposing form and his massive Aikkoan cock. “I... I don’t think it’s possible for you to fit inside me,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Dave’s lips curled into a predatory smile. “Oh, my little fucktoy,” he purred, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “You were built for this. Your body will open up for me, I promise.”
I felt a flash of heat at his words, my own cock twitching with interest despite my apprehension. Dave turned to Delilah, his voice rougher now. “Come sit on his face, baby girl. Let’s keep that pretty mouth of his busy while you watch me fuck him like the dirty whore he is.”
An errant thought flashed through my mind – I wanted to watch Dave’s cock slide into me. I tried to push the desire away, ashamed of my own eagerness.
To my surprise, Delilah didn’t move to straddle my face. Instead, she lay down beside me, her warm brown eyes meeting mine as she leaned in to kiss me softly. Her hand trailed down my chest, wrapping around my cock and stroking gently.
“You’re going to take Dave’s cock so good,” she cooed, her voice full of excitement. “I can’t wait to watch, but I want you to focus on the sensations. Don’t worry about pleasuring me right now.”
Dave’s commanding voice cut through the haze of arousal. “Pin him down, baby girl. Remember, he wants to feel like he’s at our mercy.”
I felt Delilah shift, moving to sit behind me. I leaned back against her soft breasts, my breath catching as she wrapped her arms around me, holding me firmly in place.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “You’re going to get to use me once he’s done with you.”
My mind reeled, caught between overwhelming desire and lingering uncertainty. How had I gone from being so alone to being at the center of this intense, intimate moment?
I couldn’t help but gasp as I felt the tip of Dave’s massive Aikkoan cock press against my slick, quivering hole. The impossible stretch made me groan, a mix of pain and desperate need.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Dave purred, his Eyes locked on mine. “Open up for me. You were made to take this cock.”
His filthy words sent a shiver through me, and I felt my body responding. Delilah’s soft hands caressed my chest, her touch soothing yet electrifying.
“Relax, Zarath,” she whispered. “Let him in.”
I spread my legs wider, willing my muscles to relax. As I pressed back against Dave, I watched in awe as his thick shaft began to disappear inside me. The spiraling veins along his cock pulsed, sending waves of pleasure to a spot deep inside my ass that I couldn't name.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my normally precise vocabulary failing me. “It’s so... much.”
Dave grinned, continuing his slow, inexorable push. “And you’re taking it like a champ. Such a good little fucktoy.”
I leaned back into Delilah’s embrace, surrendering myself completely to Dave. The warmth of her body against mine contrasted deliciously with the intense stretch of Dave’s penetration. As he bottomed out inside me, I was struck by a sudden, overwhelming realization.
I loved this. I loved them. How was that even possible so soon?
“Move,” I demanded, my voice rough with need. “Please, Dave. I need—”
Dave didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back and slammed forward, setting a wild, punishing pace that had me seeing stars.
“Is this what you needed?” he growled, his hips slapping against me. “To be fucked like the dirty little slut you are?”
I could only moan in response, lost in the dual sensations of Delilah’s soft caresses and Dave’s brutal thrusts.
Dave’s lips crashed against mine, swallowing my moans as he buried himself to the hilt. The slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, punctuated by our ragged breathing.
“Fuck, Zarath,” Dave panted, his Eyes blazing with intensity. “You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect for me.”
I whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body. Dave’s cock stretched me impossibly wide, the veins along his shaft pulsing and stimulating me in ways I’d never imagined possible.
“Let go,” Dave urged, his voice a low rumble. “Share everything with us. Don’t hold back.”
As if his words had flipped a switch, I felt my body relax completely. I surrendered myself fully to the pleasure, to the connection I felt with both Dave and Delilah.
“That’s it,” Delilah whispered in my ear, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
I basked in their praise, reveling in the delicious sensations of being fucked and held simultaneously. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and utterly perfect.
Suddenly, Delilah’s grip on me tightened. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice thick with need. “I need... I need...”
Before I could process her words, Dave was moving. He yanked me upright, spinning me around with a strength that left me breathless. In one fluid motion, he positioned me between Delilah’s spread legs, my cock brushing against her slick folds.
“Give her what she needs,” Dave growled, his hands gripping my hips.
I hesitated for a split second, my mind reeling from the sudden change. But as I gazed down at Delilah, saw the raw desire in her dark eyes, any doubts I had evaporated.
I barely had a moment to savor the exquisite warmth of Delilah’s pussy enveloping me before Dave thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside my ass. The dual sensations sent shockwaves through my body, my eyes rolling back as pleasure assaulted me from both ends.
“Fuck,” I gasped, struggling to form coherent thoughts. “This is... I can’t...”
Delilah began to circle her hips, her inner walls stroking my length in the most tantalizing way. “Just feel,” she murmured, her fingers grazing my chest. “Let yourself go, Zarath.”
Dave’s gravelly voice joined hers, his breath hot against my ear. “That’s right, beautiful. You’re taking us both so well. Such a perfect little fucktoy.”
His words sent a thrill through me, and I found myself moving instinctively, rocking between them. The three of us fell into a rhythm, our bodies moving as one. Every thrust from Dave pushed me deeper into Delilah, every roll of her hips pulling me back onto Dave’s thick shaft.
“Oh gods,” I moaned, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. The slick heat of Delilah’s pussy, the delicious stretch of Dave filling me, the press of their bodies against mine – it was almost too much to bear.
Dave’s hands tightened on my hips, his voice rough with lust. “You feel that, Zarath? Feel how perfectly you fit between us? This is where you belong.”
I whimpered, unable to form words, lost in the sea of pleasure they were drowning me in. How had I ever lived without this? Without them?
I felt the tension building, coiling tight in my core. Dave’s thrusts became more erratic, his fingers digging into my flesh. Delilah’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her inner walls fluttering around me.
“Now,” Dave growled, his voice thick with command. “Come for us, both of you. Now!”
Delilah cried out first, her body arching as she shuddered against me. The rhythmic clenching of her pussy around my cock pushed me over the edge, and I followed her into ecstasy with a hoarse shout. Dave’s roar of completion vibrated through me as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing deep inside.
For a moment, the world went white, pleasure obliterating everything else.
When I came back to myself, we were a tangle of sweaty limbs and gasping breaths. I felt boneless, utterly spent, yet somehow more alive than I’d ever been. Dave’s strong arms encircled me, pulling me back against his broad chest as we collapsed onto our sides. To my surprise, I felt him still hard within me, rocking gently.
“Dave?” I mumbled, confused by the continued movement.
He nuzzled the back of my neck, his voice a low rumble. “Shh, just let me stay. Want to feel you a little longer.”
I relaxed into his embrace, marveling at the unexpected tenderness. Delilah shifted, curling into my arms, her face tilted up to mine. Her eyes were soft, filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite name.
“Thank you,” she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “For sharing that with us. For trusting us.”
I blinked, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment. “I... you’re welcome? I should be thanking you both, I think.”
Dave’s chuckle vibrated against my back. “No need for thanks, beautiful. This is where you belong.”
As I lay there, sandwiched between them, I was struck by how right it felt. The nagging doubts and fears that had plagued me earlier seemed distant, unimportant. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I felt truly content, truly whole.
I frowned, puzzled by Dave’s words. “What do you mean, ‘where I belong’? And earlier, how did you know what I was thinking?”
Dave’s hand traced lazy patterns on my hip. “The psychic thing,” he murmured against my neck.
My breath caught. “Psychic thing?” I echoed, my mind suddenly reeling.
As the implications hit me, I felt a surge of... something. A connection, a warmth that seemed to flow between the three of us. It was as if a veil had been lifted, and I could suddenly sense echoes of their emotions, fleeting impressions of their thoughts.
“Oh stars,” I gasped, my body tensing. “Is this... did we...?”
Dave’s arms tightened around me. “I can feel everything,” he confirmed, his voice tinged with awe. “I didn’t think it was possible .”
Delilah’s eyes widened. “I can, too. Is this like Vaelu, Lucky and Relzo have?” she whispered.
“I don’t have the kind of abilities Vaelu has,” I muttered, pressing back against Dave’s shaft, fucking myself on him just a little more.
“He has psychic skills,” Dave said, frowning. “This feels more like you’re… sharing what you’re feeling.”
“An empath,” I whispered. “I don’t know if I can feel you, though.”
Dave nodded, resting a hand on his hip as he thrust deeper and held himself there. “You need our touch, don’t you sweetheart. You need to feel us.” He didn’t need to wait for an answer, because he knew what I was thinking. “I should have known you were a big softie when you let Harold call himself your sidekick.”
“He’s not my sidekick!” I huffed.
“Mm, damn right. You’re my sidekick, so I don’t know if I want you to have a sidekick of your own,” Dave said slowly thrusting his hips in a way that made it impossible for me to argue. “Maybe Lilah.”
Delilah laughed. “No way. I’m the hero of this story. You two are my sidekicks.” She reached out and slapped Dave’s ass, and he groaned, his cock pulsing inside me.
“Mm, our hero. Spank us harder.”
“I really should go read up on the variations of the ankra bond,” I said, scrambling to get away, but he shoved me down and fucked my hole in long strokes, until my eyes rolled back and I forgot how exactly one did research. Probably something to do with typing.
“Someone’s insatiable,” Delilah said, laughing, as she leaned over me and kissed Dave.
“Welcome to life with an Aikkoan,” Dave said. “I’m only happy if I fuck at least three times a day.”
I knew right then and there that I’d do anything necessary to keep him happy.