Spaceport: Forget Me Not
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by Mikala Ash
Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
Description: ?Dread raked its way through her chest? "The wreckage was fused solid. There was no hope." "Felis, what are you saying?" "He's dead, Holly. Maxim's gone!" Maxim Dollavera dead? Spaceport Adana goes into mourning for their fallen hero, but Holly Barberossa refuses to believe he's gone. She wears a Forget-Me-Not pheromone pendant to constantly remind her of the love of her life. She keeps herself busy by reporting on the stalled trial of the traitor, Riz Gitto, who she and Maxim had been instrumental in bringing to justice. The judge, Kasamee Kee, enlists Silas Archimedes, a private eye, to protect Holly without her knowledge while she uses her as bait to flush out the conspirators, chief among them the glamorous socialite and suspected pirate Mischa and her new slave, the very sexy Murukan. Can Holly solve the mystery of Maxim's disappearance? Despite her undying love for Maxim, will Holly succumb to the charms of Silas or the mysterious Murukan, who strangely reminds her of her lost lover?
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: February 2009
9 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [144 KB]
Reading time: 80-112 min.
He awoke to the warm, wet caress of a tongue on his cock. As the sensations grew, his ears filled with the sounds of flesh rubbing against bed sheets and the unmistakable slurp of fellatio.
He tried to open his eyes but they seemed to be weighted down. When he was able to focus, he saw a halo of platinum hair bobbing at his groin. The head stopped moving, the fellatrix aware of his return to consciousness.
Jade eyes rose above the head of his swollen cock, swimming in and out of focus like big green balloons waving in the wind. "At last, you're awake." Her accented voice held a mocking tone. The porcelain skin of her oval face glowed ethereally in the bedroom's dim lights. Her full lips were a deep crimson and curved seductively into a wanton smile. He tried to place her, but no name or familiarity came to him from the black depths of his mind. His memory seemed to be an empty void. With alarm, he tried to dig for his own name and who and what he was, but again, there was nothing.
The one thing he was sure of was the conflicting sensations pulsing through his body. The first was the general ache that suffused his whole being, as if he had been dropped from a great height onto rocks and each and every bone was broken. The second sensation, one of intense pleasure, was arising from his erection that this strange beauty was stroking from the base to the head with long delicate fingers.
The smiling fellatrix returned her attention to his cock and attacked his erection with a ferocity that left him gasping with pure pleasure. Her long nails caressed his ball sack, sending shivers of lust coursing through him. A moistened finger found its way to his anus, first caressing the puckered skin and then plunging within. The sudden pain took flight into ecstasy, his orgasm a strange blossoming of sensation that swept through his consciousness like a summer storm, taking his breath away as it passed.
"The med-bot said you'd be out for another twenty-four hours, but I couldn't wait. I have plans for you." Her voice, sharp and full of energy, made him feel as if he should know her, but again his memory was a closed vault, allowing nothing to escape.
He tried to move but his muscles, his whole body, seemed heavy and unfamiliar, as if he were an insect breaking through its pupa, discarding the old carcass and testing the strange wet shell that now enveloped him.
She blessed the glistening head of his cock with a final kiss then moved up to look closely into his face. He blinked, trying to refocus. With thumb and forefinger, she held his lids wide open. Those big green balloons bobbed in and out of his field of view. "Yep, looking good."
He spoke but no sound came. His lips moved, but produced nothing except a rasping sigh.
She had a soft tinkling laugh that echoed gently inside his head, knocking at the vaulted door of his memory, but the door remained firmly closed. "Plenty of time," she said. "I don't need you for a couple of days. The med-bot will supervise your rehabilitation."
Again he tried to speak but she silenced him with warm fingers pressed against his tender lips.
"Now you've probably already guessed you've been in an accident. A pretty bad one, too. But we've rebuilt you, so you look perfect." She smacked her lips. "And taste divine."
"Who are you?" His voice rasped, sounding as if it came from the back corner of a mechanical repair shop so that he hardly heard it and certainly didn't recognize it.
She laughed. "Why, sugar, I'm your new owner."