Lost Star, Hawke, Morgan [novel24 .TXT] 📗

over his back and shoved Aubrey’s head down onto the floor, forcing his body to hold still and merely receive.

Within Aubrey’s belly, excruciating tension rose to a fever pitch, tightening his balls and swelling his cock to painful urgency, forcing harsh gasps and moans from his throat. On the verge of screaming, his entire body tensed and released in a cascade of violent shudders. A howl spilled from his throat even as his body pumped itself out on the floor. His knees gave out under him, and his body collapsed into his own spending.

Seht slid free of his body with a pained groan.

Panting, Aubrey turned to look up at him.

Seht stood to fasten his pants over his still-erect cocks. “That should hold you until I get you back to bed.”

Aubrey tried to rise from the floor, but his trembling arms wouldn’t lift him from the floor. “You didn’t…cum?”

“Relax, pet.” Seht turned away to grab a disposable towel from the dispenser. He wet it carefully and turned back to Aubrey. “You’ve done enough for one day.”

Smiling, he knelt to clean up Aubrey’s mess.

Seht wrestled Aubrey up from the floor and half carried, half dragged him back to the tiny round room. In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, Seht had them both undressed and under the covers. He fastened the cuff around Aubrey’s arm, then pushed him over onto his side so he could spoon against Aubrey’s back.

Aubrey sighed, more than ready to pass out.

Seht’s hand closed on his upper thigh, pulled to lift it, and slid his legs between Aubrey’s. The hot brand of Seht’s cock pressed against Aubrey’s anus.

He turned his head to get a glimpse of the pale boy behind him. “What…?”

Seht thrust. His primary cock slid into Aubrey’s body without a trace of resistance, even as his secondary cock slid under Aubrey’s balls. He wrapped his arms around Aubrey, snuggling tight against his back. “Go to sleep, pet.”

Aubrey frowned, shifting slightly against the fullness in his ass. “Sleep? But you…?”

“Do not worry.” Seht pressed a kiss to the base of Aubrey’s neck, then slowly pressed deeper into him until something hard and round passed the loosened ring of Aubrey’s anus. “I will find fulfillment. As we rest, your body will comfort mine, draining me slowly and extremely pleasurably.”

Aubrey found it very difficult to keep his eyes open. “Okay.”

Interstellar Service & Discipline: Lost Star

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The sound of loud claxon jerked Aubrey from a deep sleep. The bed shuddered under him.

Seht scrambled upright, his cock sliding wetly from Aubrey’s body. “Stay here.”

He dragged on a pair of pants. “I will go see what is happening.” Barefoot and shirtless, he slapped the wall to open it and lunged out from their room.

Alone in the small bed, Aubrey gripped the sheets under him, trying to keep his heartbeat under control. He knew exactly what was happening. The ship was under attack. “Moribund…”

At the other end of the link, Seht’s thoughts blazed with confidence. “Trust me, pet.

Trust me to protect you.”

Trust wasn’t something that came easily to Aubrey, but he wanted to believe in Seht. He wanted to. “Okay.”

Twenty agonizing minutes later, the shuddering stopped.

Seht returned, radiating with triumph and smiling with his fangs bared. “The pest that stupidly followed us is no more.” He climbed into the bed, looked up, and tapped the ceiling right by the tube. Buttons appeared under his fingers. “No need for you to worry.”

Aubrey felt something tingle in his wrist under the intravenous cuff he still wore.

Syrhus appeared in the room’s small doorway. “Did you give him the sedative?”

Aubrey frowned. Sedative?

Seht turned to frown at his uncle. “Are you sure he needs one that strong?”

Aubrey felt lethargy begin to steal into his limbs.

Behind Seht’s back, Syrhus lifted what appeared to be an extremely modern vapor syringe gun. “Yes.” Viper fast, he reached in and grabbed Seht under the chin, tilting his head back.

Seht gasped and grabbed for Syrhus’s wrist.

Syrhus applied the vapor syringe to the side of Seht’s neck. There was a hiss marking its release. “I’m giving you the same dose.” He pulled back, releasing the young prince.

Seht whirled around, but it was very plain to see that Seht’s reflexes were already dragging. “Uncle?” He blinked, and his knees trembled. He slid down the wall.

“What—”

Syrhus took a deep breath and looked over at Aubrey. “I’m sorry, Seht, but you can’t have him. He must be returned to his rightful owners.”

Seht’s eyes widened, and his hands gripped the mattress under him. “Not to Moribund!”

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Morgan Hawke

Aubrey felt his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest. “No…” He would not go back to killing ships. He would not!

Syrhus shook his head. “No, not Moribund.”

Aubrey felt the oddest wave of chill slide down his spine. If not Moribund, then who…?

Seht growled, low and vicious. “I’m his rightful owner! I caught him. I saved him!

His life is mine!”

Syrhus shook his head. “He has a transmitter implanted in the back of his neck.

Imperial Intelligence is already on their way to collect him.”

“A transmitter?” Aubrey stared wide-eyed at Syrhus. Did he mean his penal chip?

Seht glared at Aubrey. “You knew you were wearing a transmitter?”

Aubrey frowned at Seht. “Moribund told me that he’d removed it…”

Seht shot a scowl at Aubrey. “Apparently, he lied.”

Aubrey frowned. “Then how come the Agency didn’t come after me before this?”

Seht rolled his eyes. “A ship can easily block or scramble an outgoing signal.” He turned his scowl back on his uncle. “When did you find out about this?”

“Just before the attack.”

Seht shook his head. “A transmitter isn’t that difficult to remove.”

Syrhus shook his head. “It’s explosive.”

Seht stilled utterly, his eyes wide. “Explosive?”

Syrhus nodded. “I’ve also been informed that he possesses a semiactive sleeper program in his interneural computational.”

Aubrey frowned. “But I don’t feel anything unusual.”

Syrhus snorted. “Of course not. It is a sleeper program.” He crossed his arms and casually