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Written by David Spowart
Edited by Darryl the radio rancher
That's Impossible, isn't it?
Chapter 29
He lay on top of me as he looked into my eye's, his hazel and blue eyes, he was an image of perfection, his blue haze of body hair only made him more sensual to me.
"What you thinking about?" he asked me.
"No Lube," I snickered.
He smirked and descended down my body licking as he went. He licked my now engorged cock, now leaking heavily. He lifted my legs up, pushing my knees to my chest and began licking at my pucker, I moaned at his actions and it was not long before I was edging.
"Stop, please, Craig. I'm going to cum," I begged.
He did not stop, and took my cock into his mouth, pushing me over the cliff of orgasm.
"Ahhhhhh Fuck!!!!!!!!!" I shot string after string of cum into my lover's mouth, I saw images of boys playing on an orange beach as he sucked me deep into his mouth, I saw him play with a boy that looked like Lacka when he was a young boy, "Fuck!!!!!!" this orgasm is taking longer than normal, but who's complaining?
Craig inserted his finger into my ass, still getting me ready and forcing my cock to again come back to life.
"Ohhh, Craig Ohhh, ahhhhhh!" I moaned as he stretched me open with his talented fingers, his spit lubing up my hole.
"Please... Craig...Please," I continued to beg, I needed my lover my sex god my Ro-Lok to satisfy me.
I looked down and as it had been a few days since we last made love, his cock, my cock was growing, he was hard and ready and very long and thick, he was at least 12 inches and the girth was matching the length in proportion, he kept my knees pinned to my chest as he placed the head of his weapon at my waiting needing hole.
He pushed agonisingly slowly; I felt every vein pass my pucker until he bottomed out inside me.
"You okay, Bobby?" he asked.
"Don't fucking stop! fuck me, fuck me, please!" I begged like a slut, he made me that way; it's his fault. "Please, Craig," I added.
He didn't answer, but his actions spoke volumes as he hammered me into the bed, he hammered me almost through the bed, he had to kiss me hard to stop me from screaming the walls down.
He thrust hard and fast, he slowed pulling back and thrusting with force back into me, I loved what he was doing to my soul, to my body; Visions of his childhood flooding through my brain, he looked happy, I saw Judak as a young boy frolicking with the other two boys in a field, they all looked happy, so Craig must be happy if he is sharing those memories with me, but fuck do I know, and right now I don't care, he was pushing me very close again.
"Oh, Bobby, my Ro-Lok ...My life...oh, Bobby!!!!!" he came hard and fast, I felt every spasm shoot through him and that was enough to push me into my second orgasm.
We lay breathing heavy, smiling at each other, he turned to face me, he looked contented, so I was right, he was happy.
We were wakened by a knock at the door.
"Craiglessty, Bobby, we need to get going" Lacka spoke on the other side of the door, I looked at Craig and he smiled at me.
"We needed that," I said, and he just let out a light snicker through his lips.
"Yeah, or I would be trailing my dick in the sand, painful" he replied and I snickered back
"Quick wash and we will be with you, Lacka!" Craig yelled and we heard steps walking away.
10 minutes later, we were on our way and I stayed close as Lacka took point,
"I saw your memories again," I said, looking straight watching Billa catch up with Lacka.
"Yeah, tell me about them," he replied.
"Well, when you sucked me," I blushed a little.
"I saw you and Borak on the orange beach playing; you looked about 12 or 13," I replied, "you looked happy," I added
"We were." he whispered.
"And when you..." I started and turned a shade of red darker
"When you begged me to fuck you," he smirked
"Yeah that," I replied.
"I saw you and Borak and Judak playing in a field, you were a little younger, though, but again you looked so happy," I added.
"Because you make me happy, my Ro-Lok," he said and kissed my cheek
We walked for about two hours and never saw or heard a sound from the locator, we continued and came to a very large open space between two sides of a street, no transport no vehicles, then we saw a craft come into land, we walked toward it and before we got there, we spotted shop keepers setting up stalls and displaying their wares.
"Off world Traders," Billa said as we walked between the new stalls, soon though, we heard a low pitch sound coming from the locator.
"30 yards you said, but we have to be at least 50 yards either direction of any buildings," Craig informed Lacka.
"That is true, but how do you explain it, she is within 30 yards of us" Lacka replied
"Is she on the ship?" Billa asked.
"No, why would they take her off of Krile just to bring her back, that doesn't make sense," Lacka replied.
I looked at Craig and Lacka looked at Billa, all looking confused, I just inwardly smiled as I think I worked it out, I can hear trumpets playing, a medal getting pinned to my chest as I figured it out before they did.
"Unless she is beneath us" Billa said...Shit!!
"I was just about to say that," I blurted out and received a sceptical look from both Billa and Lacka.
"So, what is under-ground?" I asked.
"The Krile store food and other stuff," Billa added.
"Warehouses, you mean warehouses?" I replied.
"Yes, Bobby," Craig replied squeezing my ass, yep, still horny.
"How many?" Lacka asked.
"Doesn't matter, we know she is directly within yards of where we are right now, we just need to find a way in," Billa replied.
"We need to contact Judak, we need some re-enforcements to help We have no clue how many operatives Bide and Litral have here," Craig informed.
Lacka went to his inside pocket and took out what I could only describe as a dime, he dropped it and pushed it into the orange dirt.
"It will tell us underground we are right where we need to be," he added.
I was about to whisper into Craig's ear when he turned and smiled at me. "What?" I asked.
"I know what you are about to say to me." he smirked.
"Go on, then," I said a bit sceptical.
"Q" was all he said, and, yeah he was right, I was going to ask if Lacka was being supplied by James Bond's supplier.
"Yeah," I said and smiled.
Lacka soon returned as we pretended to browse at some strange shit.
"Okay, he said to wait, but I think that is wrong, we need to be sure, make sure she is still alive," Lacka added.
"We don't have any weapons," I said, waiting for Lacka to go into his jacket and pull out an assault rifle and some Glock's or at least an anti-tank gun or something.
"No, we haven't, but they don't know that," he replied.
Craig just looked a little concerned and then he smiled, "What?" I asked, "Oh, Borak, he was as impulsive as Lacka, most definitely identical twins," he said as we headed toward the east side of town.
"Look, it makes sense, if they take stock in, there has to be a delivery gate," I said after an hour searching for an entrance.
"Bobby, we are not on your world, stop thinking as an Earthling," Lacka stated.
"Huh?" was my comprehensive reply.
"Transport beams, they take it in via transport beams, they can, and do take delivery's directly to a specified warehouse, as you call them, and they do it from orbit, I am looking for a relay to hijack, Craiglessty said that they diverted your and his signals when you first arrived on Lokite, I am looking to do the same, I am looking just to get in the area of our first contact," Lacka said without taking a breath.
We continued to search and my horny Ro-Lok taking every opportunity, especially when I crouched down, to squeeze my ass.
"Really, I mean really, you want me hard now?" I bemoaned as he knew exactly what he was doing to me, his blue hair light against his skin and his eyes only showing lust, lust for me.
"I can't help it, it's our mating season, and despite the fact I am attracted to only males and one in particular, it does not dull my urge to mate with you," he informed me, this is going to take some getting used to.
"You managed on Earth," I informed him.
"Injections," he replied, again stroking my ass.
"Over there," Lacka pointed to a group of small buildings, one with a relay of sorts attached to the side and a dish attached to the roof of the dwelling.
"Has to be it, unless he's getting great reception for his TV," I smirked.
"What is TV?" Lacka asked.
"Oh it's an Entertainment thing, I'll explain later" Craig informed him.
"It's one of the programs on the holladeck," I reminded Craig and he nodded and smiled back at me.
"I'll show him when we get back," Craig replied.
"Wait here, I'm going to take a look," Lacka informed us before he took off to take a look. It was getting a little darker as the sun's light began to fade.
We watched as Lacka approached from the side and looked through a window, he looked over at Billa and held up 2 fingers, indicating how many occupied the dwelling, he signalled for us to come to him and we did. The street was quiet, too quiet.
Lacka reached into his famous jacket and pulled out a small steel ball and threw it in an open window, a bright flash and the 2 occupants were out cold.
"Come on, quick!" Lacka instructed and we climbed through the open window, moans from the 2 on the ground, I helped Billa through the window and watched as Craig and Lacka tied up the two semi-conscious foes.
Lacka went to the equipment and looked confused. "I have not seen anything like this one," He added.
"Billa opened the shell and looked inside, he studied the wiring and the relays, the machine buzzed as he looked.
"Someone or something is being transported inside," Billa said.
"How do you know?" Craig asked, gagging the last of the fallen men.
"There is a pattern in the transport buffer." Craig looked at me and just smiled at me, more Star Trek references. Yeah, Gene Roddenberry was an alien I am convinced of it.
"Can you link to the signal?" Lacka asked.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Think so? Look, I am not transporting to turn up as a squashed bug on a wall, be sure, not think so, Christ," I bemoaned again sounding like a whining bitch...shit but fuck!!
"Bobby, relax, Billa knows what he is doing...sort of," Craig said with an evil glare in his eye as he again squeezed my ass.
"Got it," Billa yelled.
"You sure?" I asked a little calmer now.
"Yes, Bobby, I am sure," Billa smiled.
And for fuck sake, Craig, will you leave my ass alone, time and place, for crying out loud.
"Babe, time and place," I whispered.
"Bobby, you are mine, you are my Ro-Lok, if I need to take you, I will, if my needs desire to take you right here and right now, it is my right as your Ro-Lok to do just that," he whispered while nibbling my lobe, and yes, squeezing my ass.
Although, the idea of being thrown to the ground and ravished by my man, my Ro-Lok was a major turn on, we have a job to do, so restraint would have to be shown, he sensed my apprehension and whispered again.
"But time and place can wait...for now," he added.
"Right, on the pad," Billa said and we did as he instructed, we stood on a pad and waited, we were about to step off when we felt a tremble and all went white and soon we were stood in a darkened room, or store room to be exact, we began to walk when Billa yelled at us to stop.
"Stop, wait a second," he said.
Lacka went into his bottomless jacket and threw something into the air, the room lit up and we were on racks of pallets eighty or so feet in the air, one more step and we would have crashed to our deaths.
We slowly climbed down the racks, Billa having to be helped a little, but soon we were on the deck, the locator began to beep and we followed the tone,
"She's in there," Billa said, pointing at the steel door before us.
To be continued...
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