Heavy Load Ch. 08

Cas raised an eyebrow, holding her gaze. (Is that so, princess?)

He could feel her annoyance radiating off of her, even though her face didn't show it. (Well, I had to tell them something, didn't I?)

Cas' grin broadened. (Pretty believable lie, though.)

Before he pushed Val to any further frustration-- or further mistakes, for that matter-- Cas dropped their mental connection and turned to the guards with a shrug. "New girl. Haven't quite broken her in yet." He cast a devious look back over his shoulder toward Val. "I'll have to make sure to punish her for it later."

"Or you could punish her now," the guard on the left piped up-- earning him an elbow from the guard on the right.

"Stop hassling guests, idiot." The guard on the right stepped to the side, showing Cas through the doors. "Our selection of women is through here. Have whichever of them you choose."

Cas paused to offer Roxy and Mercedes his hands, helping them to their feet before he lead the way in. He had to admit, even though it was Val who'd voiced her unhappiness with this new situation, he could sense a little twinge of jealousy in the pout of Roxy's lips and the hardness of Merc's brow as well. Damnedest thing, really. Val hadn't spoken up against him plowing Roxy or Merc before-- just given him a lot of shit over it. And Roxy and Merc had seemed perfectly happy to share...as long as they were only sharing with each other, apparently.

Cas wasn't quite sure what to make of that. On one hand, he didn't mind seeing the girls a little possessive of him-- even Val. Hell, especially not Val, who'd spent all this time pretending she didn't want him at all, slick little liar she was. On the other hand, despite the fact that exhibitionism hadn't ever really been his thing, sinking his dick into one of the Morningstar's available women was the only way that they were going to get into this place unless they wanted to start stabbing people-- and stabbing people was an excellent way to blow their cover immediately.

If the girls wanted to get their revenge on whoever'd gone and put them in those boxes, they were going to have to get over the idea of sharing him with a woman who wasn't exactly part of the little clan they'd formed.

The guards led them through to a side room as two more guards took up positions at the front doors. The new room was dimly lit to one side, draped in velvet curtains black as space itself, and completely shadowed to the other side. In the center of the room was a set of golden chains attached to the floor, complete with a collar and manacles for the wrists. He had about one guess as to what that was for, and given their circumstances, chances were that it was the right one, too.

Cas and the girls posted up on the side of the room beneath the soft golden lighting. He could feel Roxy fidgeting at his side, obviously desperate to be the one who'd take up the chains in the center of the room. Merc was stiff, refusing to meet his eyes, and Val-- it was almost amusing to see her still blushing so furiously.

"We'll get you some chains of your own later," Cas whispered to Roxy, winding an arm around her waist and squeezing her ass. He did the same to Merc, teasing a little smile from her lips as he gave one of the mercenary's cheeks a little smack. "You too, darlin'. Don't think that any of this means I'm forgetting about the two of you."

(And what about me, spacer? Are you going to forget about me while you're getting your dick sucked by some brainless hotel whore?)

For that, Cas wheeled around to take Val's face in his hands. She fought it at first, just barely-- but after a second, she remembered herself and closed her eyes, allowing herself to ease into his touch. Her skin was burning hot from all that blushing. Cas imagined by comparison, the warmth of his palms must've actually felt pleasantly cool along her jawline.

"I'm not forgetting about you either, Princess," he said with a wink. "Remember-- you've got a punishment coming to you later."

That only made Val blush even harder, which hardly even seemed possible. Hell-- she was just as into him as the other two. The sooner she wanted to own up and admit it, the happier she'd be.

"Are you ready, Captain Dawson?" the guard who'd posted up at the entrance they'd just come through asked. The other guard stood before the other door in the room, blocking their progress into the club proper.

"Send in the women, then," Cas agreed with a sigh.

The guard smirked. "Don't have to. They're all already here."

He snapped his fingers, and just like that, the shadows across from Cas shifted as six women stepped forward. Cas clocked them each as Xenos immediately. That was shocking enough. Xenos were a rare find in The Cluster, no other race in the universe apparently breeding quite as much as humans. There were shades of pink skin, purple skin, blue skin. One was as pink as Val's flushed cheeks, but deep all over like a bad case of sunburn. A fifth had skin that sparkled like she'd been carved from diamond. They were all of various heights and builds. All incredibly gorgeous. And all incredibly naked, not even adorned with jewelry.

But to Cas' dismay, none of them seemed willing to meet his gaze. None of them but the sixth girl, a green-skinned Xeno with hair red as freshly spilled blood.

Cas recognised the colour combination. The Derelict, they called them. The most commonplace Xeno race in The Cluster. When mankind had made it out to the stars, their civilisation had already crumbled, an all-conquering khanate torn apart by civil war back when humans had been figuring out steam engines. Most knew them as savages, bandits, raiders and pirates. Cas had mostly seen them as desperate.

And he knew something about desperate.

The Derelict girl's eyes, unlike the others', weren't turned down demurely toward the floor. Hers were trained on him-- in defiance, maybe, or maybe just in interest. In the low light, it was hard to tell. Cas couldn't even properly catch what color they were.

"Choose whichever one you like," the guard at the entrance told him, like Cas was picking out a new watch at a market instead of the woman he was about to fuck. "Don't worry. They're all highly trained professional courtesans, on offer at the Morningstar's behest. They'll all comply."

Cas frowned for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah. That ain't how I operate." Stepping forward, he addressed the Xeno women collectively. "Sorry, ladies, but I'm not about to order any of you to fuck me. You're all lovely, but I only deal with women who are willing. Enthusiastically," he added, giving a pointed look to the guard at the entrance.

The guard furrowed his brow in response. Apparently, he hadn't heard that one before. "If you won't fuck any of them..."

Cas rolled his eyes. "I know, I know. No dickin', no entry." He turned his gaze to the Xeno women again. "But if any of you were particularly willin'-- and if you're not, I'll ensure that you're not punished for not wantin' it-- but say you were. Well, then, that'd be a different story entirely."

Slowly, each of the Xeno girls turned their eyes up toward Cas, one by one. He could see the little flashes of desire in each. A set of deep blue nipples stiffening at the look of him. A dark red pair of lips parting with interest. The diamond-skinned one practically shimmered at nothing more than a glance at his tall, muscular frame.

But the green-skinned one, she beat them all to the punch with barely a half-second to consider it.

"It would be an honor to submit to you, Captain Dawson." She stepped forward, holding out her wrists to him. Palms up, fingers softly inward, like she was already begging for him to put her in the chains between them.

(You're a popular man, spacer. Even here. Imagine that,) Val scoffed inside his head.

(Jealousy doesn't become you, Princess.) Cas glanced down at the chains on the floor, all too aware of all the eyes on him. Especially those of the green-skinned woman and women he'd come in with.

He beckoned the Xeno girl forward with a twitch of his finger and a smile. "Alright then, pretty thing. You want me, you've got me. What's your name?"

She practically leapt at the come-hither, dropping to her knees before him and bowing so that he could shackle her up. "They call me Ellicia, Captain. Please, chain me so I may bend to your will."

But with a final glance to the chains, Cas kicked them aside and placed his finger beneath the Ellicia's pointed little chin, turning her face up towards his. "I don't like my women in chains," he told her, casting a glance behind him toward Roxy so he could wink at the blonde, who giggled at the attention. "Not unless they're into that kind of thing, anyway."

Confusion flashed through Ellicia's eyes. Now that she was closer and looking right up at him, he could see they were yellow with slanted black pupils. Almost catlike in nature, though her body was as hairless and curvaceous as Roxy's. Apart from those eyes of hers and her coloring, she was entirely human in shape.

"How will I bend to your will if I'm not chained, sir?" Ellicia asked.

Cas chuckled. "Honey, if you've gotta ask that, then you've obviously never been with a real man before."

Slowly, and with a little uncertainty, Ellicia smiled. Her lips, pillowy soft and neon green in color, were even prettier when she was grinning like that. The smile lit up her whole face, putting dimples in her cheeks and making her beauty shine through.

"Command me then, Master," she said, pressing her shoulders back and staring up at him with confident surrender. "I am yours to use however you please."

It was a hell of a statement. Cas had to hand her that. All of this structure and preamble, the atmosphere, the chain of command, it made his skin itch. Normally, when Cas got his dick out, he and his partner (or partners, as it had been lately) seemed to figure out what to do with it without any barking of orders or power play song-and-dance. It almost felt disingenuous, having it out with Ellicia like this. Give him a bottle of some nice whiskey, a private room and a locked door, and he could've had her coming for him all night long and then some. But as it was...

Hell. There'd be time for whiskey later, he supposed.

"Touch me, then," Cas said, cocking his head to the side and waiting to see how the woman would respond.

Immediately, Ellicia snapped into motion, moaning deeply as she reached up to press her hands against his chest. She shoved her face against his package, closing her eyes and rubbing her cheek against his cock like to merely be so close to him was a perfect ecstasy all of its own.

Cas only chuckled in response, though. If he'd been a lesser man, he might have even bought it. What man didn't want to believe he could have that kind of effect on a woman? But as it was, Cas was canny enough to know real pleasure from some kind of put-on over-the-top nonsense. He wasn't any other man--he was Cas fuckin' Dawson, and he wasn't going to have Ellicia faking shit for him when he could have her feeling the real thing instead.

Taking a handful of her bright red hair in his fist, Cas twisted and pulled her back off of him, shaking his head and clicking his tongue.

"That might work on your other clients," Cas told her, "but I ain't a faker. Don't expect you to go fakin' it either."

"I'm not faking it!" Ellicia snapped-- then, her eyes widened in horror as she realized the way he'd made her raise her voice. She lowered them immediately, bowing her head in reverence. "I mean... Forgive me, Master. I only wish to please you. I want you. Truly."

"Do you, now?" Cas bit his lower lip, turning his chin up and raising an eyebrow. "Show me, then."

When Ellicia's yellow eyes turned up toward him again, there was a little hesitation in her gaze. It passed on to her touch as she tentatively curled her fingers around his thighs, brushing her palms up and down him like she was feeling a man for the first time. If she was as professional as the guards claimed, he was far from the first man she'd tried to please, but Cas had a notion that he was probably the first man who she'd ever tried to touch for her own pleasure, and her pleasure alone.

As she reached up to his chest again, her fingers became more confident. More daring. She teased at the buttons of his shirt, her breath catching in her throat as she popped one open, then another. Rising slowly to her feet, she uncovered his chest inch by inch, touching it like it was the first time she'd seen a man shirtless before, though Cas knew that she must have seen dozens. Maybe even hundreds.

"May I, Master?" she asked him, yellow eyes darkening with want as she lowered her lips toward the bare expanse of skin and muscle at his breastbone.

"You do whatever you like, honey," Cas told her, releasing his fistful of her silken red waves to smooth her hair against the back of her head fondly.

Her lips were impossibly hot as they fell upon him, kissing tenderly at first and then with a hunger that seemed to spiral into something uncontrollable, animalistic and wild. He smirked as she kissed up his neck, tracking the hard line of his jaw between her lips. She drew back suddenly, a little giggle escaping from her mouth as his stubble tickled against her tongue. When she realized he wasn't going to beat her for it, she smiled, raising her lips to his, just begging to be kissed back.

Cas wasn't gonna deny her that. He pulled her to him hard, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other slipping around her waist to draw her body against his. She wasn't quite tall enough to grind her hips against his cock. Instead, he found himself stiffening against the smooth, slender flatness of her stomach, making his belt strain with how hard and thick she was making him as she pressed her tongue into his mouth.

She tasted like cardamom, cinnamon and tobacco. Sweet, spicy and smoky all at once. There was even a hint of lime to her kiss, though he couldn't decide if that was some kind of Xeno thing he hadn't encountered before, or if he was just imagining it because of the color of her lips.

She kissed him with desperation, like she would die if she didn't. And now that she knew he wouldn't hurt her... That made Cas grin against her lips.

"That's more like it," he growled. "You fucking want me, don't you, hon?"

She blinked up at him, dark green eyelashes flickering long and thick. "I... Gods, Master, I do. I truly do. Here... let me show you."

Ellicia took his hand in hers, pressing his fingers between her thighs as she lifted up on tiptoe, raising one leg to wrap around his waist so he could get a better feel of her cunt. She was hot enough, he could feel it radiating off of her before his fingers ever found her soft, smooth pussy lips. When he did, he nearly sprang a button on his pants with the way the wetness he felt here made his cock throb.

"Oh, you're fucking swimming in it." The light glimmered in Cas' eyes, full of dark delight.

"I am, Master," she breathed, gasping as he took her clit between his fingers and pinched it gently between them. "There's no... mm. No faking that."

(Impressive work, spacer,) Val called out in his head. (Adding another one to your collection already, are you?)

Cas didn't take his eyes off Ellicia as she arched and moaned against his hand, bucking her hips and holding onto his wrists for support. But knowing that Val was watching him so intently... well, it was hard not to be a little distracted when he was beneath the princess' discerning gaze.

(Enjoying yourself, Val?) he called back to her.

(Not as much as Roxanne is. You should see the way she's rubbing up on Mercedes right now.) There was a little laugh that bounced around his head like a butterfly on a sunny day. (Actually-- here. You're too busy to look. Let me show you.)

Ellicia's pussy dripped hot, sticky honey down Cas' fingers, where it pooled in the palm of his hand as Val shot a mental image to him. Through the Princess' eyes, he could see Roxy clinging to Merc, riding the brunette's hand much in the same way Ellicia was riding Cas' own. Merc had her hand clamped over Roxy's mouth to stop the blonde from crying out, but from the way they were both staring at Ellicia, Cas could believe either of them would've killed to be in the Xeno woman's place in that moment.

(Keep them company, princess,) Cas thought back to Val with a smirk. (Roxy's hands are free, you know.)

(Oh, believe me. I'm aware.) The echo of one of Roxy's bubbly giggles rang out from Val's mind to Cas', reminding him that Val could slip into either of the other girls' minds as well. He hadn't needed to point out Roxy's willingness to bend Val over and show her a good time-- in all likelihood, the blonde had already offered. (Hurry up though, won't you? As...interesting as this all is, we have other things to do today.)

(Aw, hell. Alright. Just let me get her off first then we can be done here.)

Cas blinked, refocusing on Ellicia's face. It was twisted in a frustrated ecstasy, like he'd had her on the brink of orgasm for far too long. Damned Val-- she'd distracted him. Cas doubled his efforts on Ellicia's clit, pulling her close to him and breathing in her softly spiced scent. Her entire body was shaking with need, trembling like a washing machine with a brick chucked into it. She was close-- he could tell. If he could work her over just a second more...

"Please," Ellicia gasped, pulling away from him slightly.

"Somethin' wrong, honey?"

A pale pink blush rose on Ellicia's high-boned green cheeks. "No-- it's only..." She glanced toward the guards anxiously, then lowered her voice to a whisper. "We're not permitted to orgasm unless commanded to, Master. And the way you're stroking me..."

Cas wasn't usually one for honorifics, but the way Ellicia called him Master certainly did something to him. The idea that she'd been balanced on the brink of an orgasm for so long, desperately trying to hold back until he gave her permission to... well, that only amplified it.

"You wanna come for me, hon?"

Ellicia smiled demurely, looking away from him. "I do, but... will you allow me to please you as well while I do it?"

Cas' cock felt damn near exploding as it was, and his balls were too full to turn her down.

"Have at me then, sugar. Show me what you've got."

Tentatively, Ellicia's lips spread into a grin as she dropped to her knees once more. She made quick work of his belt and the fastenings on his pants, until she had his hard, thick, swollen cock clutched in her small, delicate hands.

"Oh," she said softly, staring up at him in awe. "Oh...I was worried about that."

"Worried?" Cas frowned. It didn't happen all that often, but it wouldn't be the first time a woman had taken a look at his dick and decided that it was too much to handle. He might've only had two balls, but he had one hell of a cock. "You don't have to if you don't--"

"No," Ellicia said, yellow eyes glittering in delight as she stared up at him, leveling his tip toward her mouth. "That's not what I meant, Master."

"Then what the hell didja-- oh, fuck me," Cas groaned as Ellicia wrapped her lips around his thick pink cockhead and swallowed him down in one go. She took him down her throat effortlessly, burying her nose in the dark curls of his pubic hair and swallowing again once she'd gotten him as deep as he'd go. The way her throat massaged his dick was enough to make Cas' knees buckle a little. He had to wind his fingers in her hair again just to stay standing--and even then, he sure as hell wasn't going to last long.

Roxy and Merc gave some of the best head that Cas' had ever had the pleasure of enjoying, but as Ellicia swallowed him, he felt something slightly different about the experience. They were all easily of the same class when it came to cocksucking-- Roxy eager and enthusiastic, Merc hungry and intense. But Ellicia sucked him with a sort of ecstasy that even the most cock-obsessed set of lips couldn't have quite matched. Cas felt her moans muffled by his shaft with every gulp of her throat, felt her body buck wantonly every time he made her gag on him. And unless he was mistaken...