Chapter Eleven

 

Aidan was hot, bruised, and sweaty. Having spent the last twelve hours running from various pursuers, evading capture and demonstrating his ability to out think the Oracan brutes on his hindquarters, had left him flying on the energy that came with a satisfying battle. He truly missed a rousing good bar-fight or a few slashes with a fine sword.

At least here he could carry a weapon and not be chastised or frowned at. He could even spit when he liked! No prissy Dr. Jaclyn to tatter on about progress and civility. It was good to be back among men— well males— that saw things the way they really were and valued a good healthy brawl now and then. Even if several of them wanted to kill him. Not like he hadn’t been there before. Made him feel right at home.

Battle scared and pleased with himself, Aidan really wanted a strong cup of grog and some uninterrupted time with Talos. A naked, eager Talos. But his lusty hunter was attending to more official appointed duties. Aidan doubted he’d see Talos any time soon. The Oracan did like their rituals and talk! They were almost as bad as the British when it came to pompous displays of power and strength. Oracans just wore a lot less clothes doing it.

Personally, Aidan preferred cunning and guile. Both qualities had served him well these last twenty-some years. Though brute strength would have come in handy dealing with his mutinous crew. He’d liked to have wrung Perkins’ neck when the man had leered in his face and thrown him overboard to the sharks. Even now, hundreds of years later, Aidan wished he could go back in time and give that murderous bastard his just end. Maybe, one day he’d find a way. After all, few were better at being devious than pirate Captain Aidan Maymon!

That was probably why Talos had insisted Aidan come back to their quarters instead of waiting for him. Talos didn’t want him getting restless. Aidan was too good at finding things to occupy his time when he was restless. The hulking bugger was probably afraid of any more unfortunate mishaps, as brother Zeban had diplomatically put it earlier, happening again.

Suddenly miffed, Aidan began stripping off his filthy clothes, throwing them to the far corners of the room. Never one for internal dialogue when his voiced worked just fine, with or without an audience, he let his thoughts slip out uncensored.

“How could an entire bloody race of creatures be born with no sense of merriment in their thick hides? Buggers need to lower their high ‘n mightiness. Where is the jolly in that? Needs someone to teach them ‘bout the pleasures they be missing out on!”

Down to mud-streaked flesh, he twisted the only thing left on his body, the metal band around his wrist that showed he was the bounty of an Oracan Hunter.

He grinned. “Tals said I should do something constructive with my free time here.” His grin spread wider. “Looks like it be up to me to teach them.” He laughed, a satisfied sway to his walk as he headed for the adjoining, smaller room off the bedroom. His fingers never left the hated bracelet.

The first few weeks after Talos had captured him, he had worn an angry red abrasion on his skin from trying to work the metal off. The only thing that had kept him from cutting off his own hand to remove it was the fact that Talos had saved his life when the hunter stole him from a watery, painful death by shark and drowning. His honor demanded he give his life over to his savior and Talos demanded Aidan wear the band. But Aidan didn’t have to be happy about it!

The band marked him as a hunter’s prize, removable only by an Oracan. Talos insisted it protected him from others, but in Aidan’s mind it was just another form of the brand pirate hunters had marked their captors with during his time on Earth. This was just less painful and disfiguring than a P burned into his forehead. Though it was just as damning. It meant he wasn’t a free man any longer.

Not one to waste time on unpleasant things, Aidan turned his thoughts and his hands to more enjoyable pursuits. He ran his fingers though the grime and sweat on his flushed skin. He was spoiled now, like a dainty governor’s daughter. He actually longed for the opportunity to use the magic rain closet. He’d always liked the feel of rain on his skin and this was the only place he had found it in this glass and metal world. Plus the pounding water and closed doors to the closet provided him the opportunity to pleasure himself unseen and unheard.

The usual increase in his desire for sex over the last few months kept him in a nearly constant state of arousal. The need for release had begun to outweigh the need for sleep or food. And the problem with self-gratification was that the release of tension and need never lasted very long. Aidan found himself distractingly hard and wanting only hours later. Only after an intense and lengthy coupling with his stoic lover did the now painful urge to mate fade away for any measurable period of time. As much as Aidan enjoyed coupling, it was exhausting.

Even now his cock was achingly hard, leaking pearls of creamy white. He yearned for the delicious brandy taste of Talos’s lips and tongue, the feel of the hunter’s strong hands on his hips, holding him down, forcing him to be still long enough to be pleasured properly. Holding him steady so that amazing serpent of a cock could snake its way into his body, doing things to him no human man had ever done. Sex, coupling, making love had never been like it was with Talos. Just the idea of having the heady scent of Oracan sweat and the bittersweet taste of the warrior’s loins on his tongue made Aidan’s mouth water and his cock throb with need.

Aidan stumbled to the rain closet. A shower of warm droplets immediately began falling from the tiny holes in the roof of the large stone lined room. He grinned.

Ducking under the spray, he wasted no time on needless foreplay. Stroking his stiff cock in a harsh, rapid pace, he paid no mind to the grime on his scratched, bruised palms until the sensitive flesh rebelled at the abuse. Pain pushed the heat of insistent pleasure away so it remained nothing but a mild ember at the base of his swollen cock.

Frustrated, Aidan gave in to his body’s annoying demands to provide more than hurried stimulation. Dipping his fingers into the soft, pasty soap contained in a shallow indentation in the wall, he slathered his torso with the slop until a silky foam covered his hairless chest.

The soap’s spicy scent released by the water teased his nostrils. He inhaled deeply. Some of the tension slipped away. He slowed from a harsh scrubbing of his lower abdomen to a sensual exploration of his rib-cage and then moved on to his already taut and aching nipples. The sexual heat reignited deep in his gut with every twist and plucking caress of his callused fingertips.

This felt so good. He twisted the nubs harder, relishing the hot flush of burning pain. His cock throbbed so tightly he was aware of his pulse beating at the base. Aidan moaned, the desperate sound loud in his head, but muffled by the stone walls and rushing water.

Licking his dry lips, he closed his eyes and imagined the hands on him belonging to Talos. Large, powerful, meaty hands that caressed and teased his body better than any tavern keeper whore ever had. Hands that could crush his bones, carry his full weight without pause. Hands that had taught him the profit in lingering on the way to gaining gratification and release. Hands he wished were on him now.

Sliding through the silky foam, he worked the suds over his smooth, hard belly, then down to his groin. Drawing circles in the green froth, he teased the base of his cock, washing away dirt and sweat. Each pass of his hand released the cool spicy scent of the soap. It made his skin tighten, bringing a tingle to it.

Enjoying the feel of it, he cupped his sac, squirming at the delightful rush of sensation as his balls swelled and his sac contracted around them, pulling up, flushed with heat. Eyes flashing open, Aidan stumbled back until his shoulders hit a wall. Bracing himself against the stone wall, he basked in the warmth of the vigorous waterfall. His cock ached, the head swollen, deep red next to the brown of his shaft, the beads of white seed washing away as fast as they pooled in the tiny porthole.

One hand abandoned his nipples to grasp his shaft, gathering a generous coating of the pasty soap first. He gasped at the first touch, groaning and hissing as his already tight flesh reacted with the foam. Climax burned deep in his gut, a dull fiery buzz that made him squirm. But the buzz stayed low, insistent, heady, making him dizzy and weak, restless and distracted with a need mere cock play wouldn’t appease. His body was never happy with solo efforts anymore. His ass clenched, the muscles spasming, his body begging to be filled, taken.

Rolling his branded shoulder over the water drenched walls, Aidan faced the stone wall, raw chest plastered to the warm rock, temple and bruised cheek pressed to the surface for stability. One soap-filled hand grasped his shaft while the other slipped from his sac to the fluttering opening between his ass cheeks. Foam slicked fingers circled the opening, teasing his eager flesh the way Talos had taught him to enjoy a bit of play before the deed.

The fiery tingle from the soap exploded along the sudsy trail from his balls to puckered hole causing the buzz of brewing climax to boil deeper in his gut. He thrust two fingers into the willing rosebud of muscle and nerves, hissing at the sudden stab of pain/pleasure. Moving his finger in short jabs, he threw away any more thought of lingering play to search for the spot that Talos always managed to find straight off. The place that was guaranteed to send him off like a cannon shot. He worked hard, thrusting and twisting, but the pleasure spot eluded him. His need for release grew stronger, but the buzz within his gut refused to do more than snap and sizzle like water splashed on a blacksmith’s hot forge. Skin flushed, his breath came in shallow, desperate pants, white spots dancing under his clenched eyelids.

“Bloody hell!” He stroked deeper, the angle hard to maintain standing up. Pumping his cock faster, he rolled his face over the stone, pulling up the vision of his huge, beastly lover, imagining it was Talos’s hard body pressing him to the wall, the hunter’s skilled tongue on his neck, and the Oracan’s amazing snakelike cock entering his body, sliding along his insides, turning his guts and free will to sawdust. But even the most vivid imagining wasn’t close enough to the real thing to grant Aidan release.

“For the love of bastard sea serpents with their horny toad cocks an’ grabby tentacles!” His waiting orgasm simmered and rolled in his groin, sending out flashes of pleasure so bright and sharp his knees weakened. He pressed more heavily against the wall and moaned, “Where the bloody hell are you, you great gray bastard?”

He sagged against the wall. He had to quickly withdraw his fingers to catch himself before he slid to the floor of the stall. He groaned, a low, pitiful sound of defeat.

“A man should be able to pleasure himself by himself now an’ then!” He slowed the hand on his shaft, then released it with one frustrated swirl and pinch of the weeping tip. He slapped the wall supporting him with an open palm, swearing a string of foul oaths only a pirate could create, ending with a venomous, “Ruddy, overgrown monster has ruined me for life!”

He pushed off the wall, preparing to finish his washing and leave. As his hands left the wall his back slammed into another hard surface. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, rock hard muscle and bone molding to his slight frame, enfolding him in a blanket of hot, slick Oracan flesh. He gasped and shuddered, his still swollen and eager cock encased in a glove of gray. Behind him, he could feel his lover’s thick snake-like cock slithering between the slick globes of his ass, seeking entrance to the core of his body.

A deep, slightly threatening voice rumbled at his neck, the words muffled by the sound of running water and the kisses being trailed along his shoulder. “I’ve ruined your life, Runt?”

Relief flooded through him like a sudden storm on the ocean. He hadn’t even realized he had been on guard, looking for that last bit of assurance this was indeed his hunter gripping him tightly. His body responded to his lover’s touch like the unseen mechanism that opened the space station’s doors, allowing the thrill of sexual pleasure to boil up along his limbs. He flushed and squirmed, wanting more, but Talos’s hold was unrelenting, giving him only enough to make him want to beg for more.

Aidan groaned, part from being caught cursing Talos out, and part from relief his lover was there. He relaxed back into the hunter’s grip and purred, “You misunderstood me, luv. Said you were the light of me miserable life. Savin’ me from ruin.”