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Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
Description: As a d'skeku trooper, Zaynah belongs to the emperor. Duty is everything. She's sworn to take her own life if she fails to achieve her mission. When demon brothers rescue her from the wreckage of her spacecraft, she faces a heartbreaking test. Rescued from sexual slavery by a dragon king, Cassandra owes the royal a debt she can never repay. Dormant dragon gifts earn her a place of trust as companion, but when she loses her headstrong charge, she faces disgrace and death. This is a reissue.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: August 2012

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [304 KB]
Words: 63606
Reading time: 181-254 min.

Chapter Two

On the dark side of Ranin Seven, two rogue fire demons have clawed their way from serving as lowly dust devils deep in the duranium mines to ruling the remote moon. Then the brothers forged a powerful pan-galactic alliance with planets from both the Orion and the neighboring Sagittarian galaxy. The demons have absolute control over the production and distribution of the duranium essential for hyper-light speed travel.

The female of Diablo's dreams beckoned him closer. Her eyes flashed like red fire while she challenged him with a sultry look over her pale gold shoulder. Then, she bent over and her bare sex glistened hot and juicy with promises of impossible pleasure.

His cock, thick and hard with arousal, throbbed enthusiastically. He was way past ready to mount her. But, something in her called to him on a different level. He didn't want to jump on her like a horny demon. He wanted her wild for him. He wanted to savor their coupling.

"Show me how you want to be touched," he demanded.

She licked a mouth made for pleasure with a slow pointed tongue. With a lazy arch of her back her small hands covered her breasts, rolling tight little plum colored nipples between her fingers.

A groan escaped his throat when her hand snaked between her legs, dipping into the tender slit. "I don't have enough hands," she said, beckoning him closer. "Can you give me a little help?"

Oh yeah, he was up for that. He'd intended to answer her like a civilized male. But, the growl that came out of his throat was nothing but harsh, raw need.

"Don't make me come all by myself." She arched, panting, as he watched her stomach muscles ripple.

He wasn't the kind of demon, who'd ignore a female in need. Ramming his cock into that hot tight wet sheath was entering paradise. Instantly, her delicate muscles clamped around his shaft, massaging the sensitive flesh.

Stroking in and out of her silken clasp, his crown brushed the mouth of her womb, driving him closer to climax. He wasn't going to last. But, it didn't matter. Because, she tightened and screamed his name covering his smoking cock with fresh cream as the bliss carried her over the edge in rapture.

One more stroke, she shuddered violently. It felt so good. He could hang on for one more short, hard ram into that tight pussy.

"Diablo, get your ass topside."

As Gunn's words penetrated the fog of his erotic dream. He bit off a curse, rolling over. The interruption stank like dragon's breath and was about as welcome."Forget it," he growled. "Sleepin."

"Then wake up--you're needed on the surface--pronto." His brother's voice took on an edge, grating even more over Diablo's taut nerves.

He pulled the pillow over his head, trying to block the irritating noise. But, the female of his dreams had vanished, leaving him harder, hungrier, and hornier than ever.

Some days it didn't pay to be a demon. There was no way to recapture the dream. Fire demons weren't capable of finding release by their own hand, which was a total dragon bitch.

Grumpily, he tuned into what his brother was saying.

"I need your help with this. It's an imperial ship--." Gunn kept talking.

Though, Diablo had quit listening again. Clearly, his brother was not giving up and going away like any decent demon would've done.

Diablo pulled the pillow off his face, summoning what little patience he possessed. "Let the droids secure the hatches tonight. I'll check it out tomorrow."

"Negative. Didn't you hear me? It's a fighter and a new class by the look of it. Do you really want to chance the droids trying to seal it? Like as not, they'll set off one of its weapon systems or maybe implode the whole ship and a good chunk of our landing pad. Do I need to remind you what is involved in surface repair?"

Diablo threw off the light cover, swinging his legs out of the bed. "Manned?"

"One life sign," Gunn grunted, pausing.

Checking his readouts, Diablo figured, his brother was the most cautious, totally anal fire demon he'd ever met.

"Bloody dragonheads! Correction, no life signs."

"On my way." Diablo killed the comlink, yanking on the lightweight jumpsuit, which was standard issue under surface gear.

Abruptly, he reactivated the comlink to his brother. "Clamp that fighter, kay?"

"Way ahead of you, bud. I have her anchored stern and bow."

"Not the droids?"

Gunn sniffed and said, "Course not. I used the remote access arms."

Diablo grunted his approval, ending the convo. Slinging his holster over one shoulder, he slowed down long enough to check that his weapons were fully charged before tucking the phaser into the holster and a kekeor into his left boot. Everything would be concealed by his surface suit. The endless night on the dark side of Ranin Seven had eyes and there was no sense advertising his arsenal.

Moving faster, he entered the tube. He and Gunn had control of all of the moon's transports. Only their quarters included personal tubes with access to all levels. After selecting the surface station, he braced himself for the journey.

Six minutes later, he entered the modest station. Since the fighter was close, he didn't bother firing up a crawler. He headed for his locker and thoroughly inspected his surface gear before he stepped into the tough biohazard suit. Testing each fitting as he went took several more minutes. At last, he snagged his pack, clipping it to his suit and moved to the outer passage.

Once again he waited, this time for the passage to seal behind him, and then for the chamber to depressurize. Finally, the outer access panel retracted, allowing him to move onto Ranin Seven's surface.

A broad road had been cleared and leveled between the surface station and the landing pad to facilitate moving material and equipment to and from the moon and the giant transport ships that docked there.

His night vision was excellent. He spotted the damaged fighter clamped to the landing pad instantly. Tossing a safety line ahead of his position, he snagged the clamp's arm, and then clipped the end to his harness.

The light gravity field allowed him to close the distance in half a dozen smooth, floating strides. He caught the arm of one of the clamps, stopping himself.

He itched to touch the elegant ship. But first, he thoroughly inspected the surface visually. After his careful scrutiny revealed no booby traps, he placed a gloved hand lightly on the hull.

Instantly, the craft came alive under his touch, the metal eager to conform to his slightest wish. A rush of pleasure washed through him. The vessel wasn't quite a willing female, but she was lovely.

He keyed his comlink. "I'm going to need syn steel, duranium, and piles of circuit connectors. Fire alone knows what else."

"Not a problem," his brother said, asking wistfully, "What's she like?"

"Hot as the seven hells and twice as pretty," he grunted.

"Fast huh?"