It took three days for Chryssa to recover from the incredible sexual marathon with Zyander and Brik. She spent part of that time dealing with a much more possessive than usual Zyander, which seemed to be one of the after-effects of sharing her. The Licken no longer seemed as interested in fucking her in front of his crew, even to show his dominance over her. Chryssa was relieved for her pussy, but a little disappointed that he didn't even demand a blow-job with an audience, considering how much time she was spending on her knees while she recuperated. Instead, they spent a lot of time in their quarters, sometimes playing games, sometimes just talking, and even cuddling. Not that there wasn't a lot of ah... other things too, but quite a bit of time was just relaxing and enjoying one another's company.
The rest of the time she spent with her brother. The initial reunion was as joyful as she could have imagined, even though her brother looked different and now had a dark hardness to him that he hadn't before. Then again, he'd been spending his time fighting, injuring others and being injured. Most of Chryssa's fighting skills had gone by the wayside during her time with House Exotica.
She spent a lot of time wanting to smack him upside the head, as she found herself caught between him and Zyander. Jed was incredibly suspicious of the Lickens, which she could understand since it was Lickens that had captured him in the first place, but his close-mindedness was driving her nuts. It was like he thought every single Licken was the same and didn't realize that individuals could be different. Chryssa was starting to wonder if maybe he'd been hit on the head too many times during his fights. If he wasn't careful, she was going to start adding to those hits because he was really pissing her off.
"How do you know he didn't have ulterior motives for coming to get me?" he demanded, pacing back and forth while they were alone in his room. Chryssa rolled her eyes from her seat on his bed.
"Of course he had ulterior motives, he wants to fuck my brains out and he knows I would be a major pain in the ass unless I knew you were safe. Nobody wants to fuck a whiny, bitchy pain in the ass."
"Ugh, shut up and don't talk about that. I mean, what if he has ulterior motives besides that?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know."
"Oh, well then of course I see your point."
"You aren't thinking clearly Chryssa... maybe he has something that he needs me for."
"What would he need you for?"
"I don't know."
"And you're going to accuse ME of not thinking clearly. Get over yourself, Jed. He went and got you because I wanted him to. You're letting the fact that it was Lickens who captured us blind you. Not all Lickens are assholes."
"They caught us and made us into slaves, and now he's keeping us as slaves," Jed said darkly.
Chryssa let out an exasperated noise and waved her hand. "Oh yeah, you totally look like a slave, in this amazing room - which you have to yourself, unlike the Licken soldiers - with the door unlocked, all the food you can eat, and everyone doing their best to welcome you even though you're acting like a total ass. Whereas on Terra, we had a tiny house, no one to help take care of us, and the Elders were more likely to feel me up and then NOT take care of me afterwards."
Somehow, Jed managed to kind of swell, taking up more space than he already had. "Who felt you up?!"
"No one! I'm just making a point! I know other girls who had problems with the Elders though. It could have happened eventually. My point is, would you rather be here or would you rather be back fighting for your life?"
"I'd rather be free! Wouldn't you?"
She snorted. "If I wanted to be free, don't you think I would have at least tried by now? The only reason I even considered trying to escape was to come and save you, and even then I was planning on coming back here. Seriously, Jed, when was the last time you remember anyone successfully making me do something I didn't want to do?"
"But he's made you his property!"
"You can't MAKE someone else be your property," Chryssa snapped back. "If I felt like fighting, I would fight. I don't feel like fighting it, because I want to be here, with him. He's just as much mine as I am his."
Something, she didn't know what, drew her attention to her left. Jed's gaze followed hers and he cursed under his breath, giving her a dirty look and stalking into his bathroom. Standing in the doorway, which she hadn't even heard open, Zyander was studying her with something hot and possessive in his silvery eyes. Arms crossed over his chest, he looked deceptively relaxed, but there was something about him that made her think of a predator on the hunt. The bathroom door snicked shut behind her brother, leaving her alone in the room with Zyander.
"How much of that did you hear?" she asked, blushing furiously. For some reason, although she didn't care who watched them have sex (as long as it wasn't Jed), anything to do with her emotions made her feel embarrassed and vulnerable. Maybe because she just wasn't used to expressing them at all.
"Enough," he said, sounding smugly satisfied, like the cat who'd gotten all the cream. Her words dried up in her mouth as he started prowling towards her. She let out a happy little shriek as she found herself lifted up and draped over his shoulder, ass in the air.
Squirming, she tried to wriggle away as he carried her out of the room. "You can put me down, I'm not going to go running, as you might have heard."
The sharp smack on her ass made her pussy tighten. She never thought she'd miss those exposing loop dresses that he'd had her wearing at first, but she'd been dressed more modestly since Jed came on board. Part of her wish the smack had been to her bare skin. Not that the fabric did a whole lot to protect her, but it just wasn't the same.
"Would you just let me do as I please without mouthing off, for once?" he asked, his tone aggravated, but Chryssa could tell he wasn't actually annoyed with her. Just playacting. She could always tell how he was actually feeling now. Close quarters on his ship on the way to get Jed had given them plenty of time to spend together, both in and out of the bedroom. Their relationship seemed to have settled into a pattern of her doing her best to annoy him, and him pretending that he was annoyed instead of amused. Which was often followed by a spanking or a seduction.
Of course, the past couple of days there had been less of the latter. He'd been infinitely gentle with her while she was recuperating from all the sex; especially tender when he played with her to get her to orgasm. Chryssa appreciated the effort, since she still got horny, even though her pussy had been so sore. What could she say; being around Zyander kept her permanently turned on.
"You wouldn't know what to do with me if I stopped."
There was a slight pause, as he turned into their room. "That's true enough, I suppose." He sighed heavily, as if resigning himself to a life of labor. "Does your brother know how lucky you are that I want you at all?"
Giggling, Chryssa pinched his butt, which got her two sharp smacks on her sit-spots in return. She couldn't help it; she loved it when he went all dominating alpha-male on her. Not that she gave into him easily, but the fight was fun. One of these days, maybe he'd even let her win.
She squealed as she was vaulted off his shoulder and onto the bed. Trusting him completely meant that she could enjoy flying through the air when he tossed her around, knowing that he would never do it without ensuring her a soft landing. Like the hunting cat that she'd compared him to before, he was atop her almost as soon as she landed, his arms and legs caging her into place underneath him.
Wriggling, Chryssa slid her arms up above her head and stretched, thrusting her breasts up at him. Typical male, his eyes immediately left her face to enjoy the cleavage that was being presented. Given that kind of motivation, it took him less than ten seconds to undress her.
Apparently, Zyander's current idea of undressing her consisted of literally tearing the fabric from her body. Good thing she hadn't been attached to that dress, because she doubted there was a seamstress alive that had the skill to fix that kind of carnage.
"So, you are mine, are you?" he asked slyly, lowering his head to nuzzle his lips over one hard nipple. Chryssa undulated like a cat beneath him, rubbing the sensitive bud teasingly across his bottom lip, until his tongue flicked out to taste it.
She found her fingers into his hair. "And you are mine," she said, somewhat fiercely. He chuckled in response, opening his mouth to suck her nipple between his lips, rolling it with his teeth.
Chryssa moaned, the slightly sharp bite throbbing straight to her pussy. She tried to spread her legs, but his knees were caging her, forcing her to keep them closer together than she wanted. What she wanted to do was wrap her legs around his body and pull him down to her her... she'd gone for three days without proper sex and her pussy was aching with emptiness.
He lifted his head, pulling her nipple with it and making her pant, until the tender bud fell from his mouth with a slight popping noise.
"If your brother does not want to return to Licka with us, he does not have to. I can set him free, with enough credits to do whatever he likes, at the next station."
