Thursday, May 8, 2014

Adrestia (Space Pirates #8)

Adrestia
Series: Space Pirates
Genre: Cyberpunk/Space opera (of irrelevant hardness)
Word count: ~6600
Themes: complicated D/s, cunnilingus, (highlight for spoilers) penectomy -- not intentionally erotic, and utterly amoral protagonists. Consider yourself warned.


Summary: Nobody crosses a space pirate without facing the consequences. And though Olivia Yuzhino may not be a pirate herself, she belongs to one now. To cross her is to cross him. And she refuses to let her weakness sully his name.

Sabinus knows something happened to his pet during his absence. He didn't get this far as a space pirate without developing a well-honed sense for trouble. But as usual, she's not talking, and until she does, there's not a thing he can do about it.

Maybe it's not his place to do anything about it.

Still, he has his ways. And maybe now he can finally settle the matter of what exactly she means to him.

And what he means to her.

WARNING - This short story is a direct followup to "Degen". Although it's not necessary to have read "Degen" to enjoy this story, "Adrestia" features vicious vigilante justice and pirates doing piratey things, and so the same warning about darker themes applies.

Excerpt (250 words):

“Ready to talk?”

Andrei looked duly ashamed. “Sorry, Boss. But she asked me not to say anything.”

“And who the hell exactly do you think you’re working for? Me or her?”

“Sorry,” he muttered again, eyes downcast. “But I figured… I thought it’d be better to let her tell you herself.”

Sabinus stared. Then he laughed. “You thought that little fool would tell me any damn thing worth telling? After all this time – and you still thought she’d talk?”

Andrei shuffled uncomfortably.

“It’s not like she told me anything either. By the time I got back, it was already – and then I just couldn’t say no. I thought… maybe with you…”

“You thought wrong,” Sabinus growled. Then, taking a deep breath, he said, “What did you find when you got back?”

Andrei told him.

He’d guessed most of it already. It wasn’t difficult to piece together the rest.

The worst thing was, he’d fantasized about it more than once. Sitting back and watching as a crowd of hired men stuffed her with cock, pumped her full of cum. And her watching him all the while, begging him wordlessly with those dark wild eyes to call them off, to spare her. Guilt etched on her face as pleasure and lust overcame her – guilt tempered with the knowledge that she existed solely for his entertainment, and twisted with desire for him and him alone.

This was nothing like what he’d wanted.

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