The Rask Rebellion

"Looks like you've earned your share of scars, too," he muttered.

"Each one is a lesson learned or a bout won," she explained, running a hand down her abdomen. Her claws left red trails in her skin, Korbaz applying just enough pressure to leave a mark that would quickly fade, her abs tensing beautifully as she passed over them.

"Being permitted to serve someone of such high rank in her bedchamber is a rare honor, you know," she continued. "These women jumped at the opportunity," she added, waving her hand at the row of females. "Anything for a chance to catch my eye, to be recognized for their service..."

"You also ordered them to do it," Cooper replied, frowning at her. "It's not like they have much of a choice, is it?"

"Again, you fail to understand what motivates us," Korbaz sighed. "Here, perhaps a demonstration is in order."

She beckoned to one of the waiting females with a clawed finger, the girl stepping forward. This one was just as beautiful and as graceful as the rest, gliding across the carpet in the high gravity with all the ease of a ballroom dancer. She was amazingly light on her feet, considering that she must have weighed as much as a Siberian tiger. She was a little softer than Korbaz, but that wasn't saying much, as all of the Rask seemed to have the physique of Olympic athletes. Still, the way that her ample butt rolled beneath the revealing fabric of her flowing skirt as she walked transfixed him.

She had scars too, he realized. They all did. He would have been lying if he had said that it tarnished their beauty, but he felt a sudden pang of anger at the thought of their superiors clawing them for spilling a drink or failing to perform their menial duties to satisfaction.

"So, do you usually scar up your servants?" he grumbled.

"Servants?" Korbaz asked, laughing at his question. "These are not servants as you would describe them. These women are warriors, you may even have seen them around the crawler while they were in uniform."

"They're...warriors?" he asked, failing to conceal his surprise. "But...they're dressed like..."

"They're dressed like this because I requested it," Korbaz elaborated, reaching beneath the nearest female's gossamer skirt to run her padded fingers up her sculpted thigh. "Love and war share so many similarities. Why should a warrior not be pleasing to the eye once she has removed her leathers? Does the strength and vigor required for combat not translate perfectly into lovemaking once she has left the battlefield?"

He didn't have an answer, simply swallowing the lump in his throat as his eyes played over the aliens with fresh understanding.

"It amuses me that the idea troubles you so," Korbaz chuckled. "Anyone of lower status than myself is expected to serve me in this manner if I ask it of them, there is nothing unusual about that. If you had accepted my earlier offer to make you the Alpha of your own pack, then they would have served you in the same manner," she added with a pointed glance at the erection that he was concealing. "Perhaps now, you better appreciate how foolish you were to refuse me?"

"Just...get on with whatever it is you're going to do," Cooper muttered as he averted his gaze.

"Oh, I intend to," she purred. She whispered to the female, who turned around, burying her face in the nape of the Admiral's neck. Korbaz reached up to comb her claws through the woman's flowing locks of sun-bleached hair, encouraging her kissing and mouthing. Cooper couldn't see what she was doing from this angle, but he could hear the wet smacking of her puffy lips on her superior's shoulder.

She crawled them lower, roaming across Korbaz's chest, down between those sumptuous breasts. She paused to cup one of them in her hand, holding it gently as she peppered it with doting kisses, her winding tongue emerging to tease the firm nipple. She was so reverent, as though she were worshiping at an altar, Cooper finding that he could no longer bring himself to look away.

Curiously, Korbaz seemed more interested in him than in the gorgeous female's dexterous tongue, her golden eyes peering over her devoted partner as she tried to gauge his reaction to the show. How could she be so aloof? Was this situation really so routine to her?

Despite himself, Cooper felt a pang of jealousy at the thought.

The female made her way lower, sliding her flushed cheek against Korbaz's rippling abdominal muscles, pausing to plant a sucking kiss here and there. The Admiral guided her between her legs, making her kneel at the foot of the bed as she parted her thighs, the woman burying her head between them. She blocked Cooper's view, but it wasn't hard to imagine what service she might be providing to her superior, Korbaz leaning back as she placed an encouraging hand on her subordinate's head.

"Deeper," she whispered, her lashes fluttering as her partner presumably pushed her long, prehensile tongue further inside the Admiral. "Females give better head," she explained, the crude comment jolting Cooper out of his stupor. "They know their own anatomy better, they know how to use their tongues. The males can be too rough. If they catch you with their barbs, it can completely spoil the moment."

His eyes wandered back down to the female, Korbaz stroking her golden hair gently as the sounds of her lapping and kissing reached his ears.

"Humans, on the other hand," she continued with a mischievous glance at his red face. "You don't have any barbs at all, do you? Your tongues are as smooth as silk, and you're born clawless, almost as though you were made for our amusement."

"Is that why the Matriarch wants me as a pet?" he asked, a blend of apprehension and arousal swirling in his head.

"She has heard the rumors and wants to verify them for herself," Korbaz chuckled, delighting in the conflict that she was creating in him. "She is a connoisseur of the rare and the exotic. If she can sample delicacies from the reaches of the Galaxy, then why not lovers? I envy you in a way. You will be living in the lap of luxury, attending to the most desirable Rask alive." She shivered contentedly as the female paused to plant a sucking kiss on her inner thigh. "That you think of your fate as a punishment is a source of endless amusement to me."

"We've fought bloodier wars than this one over preserving our free will," he replied, his cold stare seeming to take Korbaz aback. She quickly recovered, her hips shifting, making the springs in the mattress squeak as she began to thrust gently against her servant's tongue.

"I don't understand the arbitrary distinctions that your people make," she sighed. "You'll march into certain death because your superiors ordered it, yet the very idea of relinquishing your agency in any other situation seems to grossly offend you. Listen to yourself," she grumbled, becoming irritated with him. "You lost half of your body in service of some Admiral or General that you likely never even met, yet the idea of serving a Matriarch angers you on principle. Don't you understand that you'd be spending the rest of your days in unending bliss and luxury, you fool?"

"It was my choice to join the UNN," he replied, "I accepted the risks when I signed up. It's not my choice to serve as a bloody sex toy for some alien despot."

"So make it your choice," Korbaz replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. "From my perspective, all of your problems can be solved with a simple three-letter word. Just say yes."

"No," he replied sternly.

"Why?" she snapped, her angry outburst making her doting lover flatten her ears against her straw-colored hair. "What possible reason can you have to deny me? Are you so eager to go back to your cramped crew quarters, to your frail women and your tasteless rations? I offer you a belly full of roasted meat every evening, to sleep on a bed of luxurious silk, exhausted and satisfied in ways unknown to your prudish kind."

"I'll take an uncomfortable bunk and an MRE number five menu, thanks," he chuckled.

"Perhaps your brain has been replaced with metal and plastic too," Korbaz muttered, sparing him a disdainful glance. "No matter. If I cannot win you over with logic, then perhaps lust will do the trick. Don't look away, Cooper, I'm going to show you 'exactly' what you're saying no to."

She waved over another of the waiting females, this one clad in a flowing outfit made from blue fabric that did nothing to preserve her modesty. The garments seemed to be the antithesis of clothing. They were merely there to adorn, to accentuate rather than to cover. She wore a top with short sleeves that cradled her chest, the material thin enough to reveal every detail of her impressive bust, providing no support to prevent its mesmerizing swaying. A midriff like a washboard was on display, covered only by hanging tassels, a pair of gossamer shorts riding low on her hips. The elaborate outfit was attached at her thighs, her neck, and above her biceps via golden bands that cut deep indents in her soft flesh.

Each of the five women was wearing a different color. This one was blue, and the one who had her face buried between the Admiral's thighs was wearing a green outfit. There was also red, yellow, and purple.

Blue's hips swayed as she made her way over to the bed, the woman taking in a sharp gasp as Korbaz reached up to grip her face in her hand, her claws pressing into the attendant's rosy cheeks. The Admiral drew her in for a messy, greedy kiss. There was no tenderness, it was sexual, prurient. Cooper watched as their pink organs braided together like a pair of mating snakes, strands of saliva escaping their locked lips, their wet flesh shining under the chandelier. Blue's hand wandered down to Korbaz's thigh, stroking it as their lurid embrace dragged on, running her claws lightly across the Admiral's sensitive skin.

Korbaz slipped a hand beneath her transparent top, brushing the floaty, blue fabric aside as if it were no lighter than air. She sank her fingers into one of Blue's perky breasts, kneading it, the flesh bulging between her furry fingers. Blue moaned softly, pushing out her chest as she arched her spine. The Admiral guided her down onto the bed, Blue straddling her thigh, grinding gently as Korbaz ran her hands wherever she pleased.

Cooper couldn't deny that it was a tantalizing sight, three perfectly chiseled bodies in the prime of their health and youth squirming, gyrating as questing lips and roving fingers slid across damp skin. His ears were filled with their gasps and sighs, the wet licking and sucking all that his mind could focus on.

Green was still kneeling between her legs, her head moving obediently as she serviced her Admiral devotedly, pausing to nuzzle and kiss at her inner thighs. Korbaz reached over to run her claws down Green's long spine, her heavy breasts swaying with the motion. She left red trails in her skin, not enough to cut, but enough to make Green twitch and mewl into her loins. The developed muscles in Green's back and shoulders flexed in response, the sweat that clung to her dusky skin making her gleam, her tail curling at the Admiral's touch. Korbaz reached her rump, firm muscle that had been honed by a lifetime in this harsh gravity tensing beneath velvety fat, taking a generous handful of her cheek. She pulled it aside, exposing a rosy bud and a sliver of glistening pink that contrasted with Green's tanned complexion, a strand of clear fluid sagging from her flushed lips to drip to the carpet below.

"If only you could feel the heat that she's putting out," Korbaz purred, her eyes meeting Cooper's as he glanced up at her. "She's drooling, burning, ready." She slid her finger between Green's swollen labia, wetting the fleshy pad with her subordinate's juices. When she pulled away, the two were joined by a gluey rope, Korbaz delighting in seeing how far she could make it stretch. When it broke, she brought her finger up to her lips, coiling her tongue around her digit.

"Won't you partake?" she asked sweetly, gesturing to her shivering underling. "You can take her any which way, she'd welcome the attention."

Korbaz giggled to herself as he turned his head away pointedly. In truth, he felt like he was in the midst of some fevered dream, his mind fogging as the heat of his arousal burned through him. He couldn't think straight, his member was beating like a second heart, yet he refused to give in.

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret," Korbaz whispered, leaning back again. She gripped Blue by her hair, drawing her closer, encouraging the woman to focus her attention on her bosom. She took one of Korbaz's bountiful breasts in her hand, massaging it gently, crawling her lips across her velvet skin. "I'm glad that you're resisting me," she continued, her eyes losing their focus as Blue's tongue flicked out to circle her nipple. "It makes for good sport, and when I finally break you, it will be all the sweeter. I can see your resolve crumbling, you're as hard as a rock, I can smell the pheromones leaking from your pores."

She paused to growl something in her native language, the woman in yellow joining Green between her thighs, the two jostling for space as they knelt on the carpet. Korbaz sucked her lower lip into her mouth, chewing on it lasciviously as both women doted on her. They took turns peppering her taut belly and her steely thighs with kisses, their soft, full lips gliding across skin that looked as smooth as satin. Just the sight of it made Cooper's mouth water.

The Admiral reached up and gripped Blue by the cheeks again, turning her to face Cooper. She ran a finger over Blue's puffy, cherry-red lips, as though demonstrating their softness to him. When she squeezed, Blue opened her mouth obediently, Korbaz sliding a finger inside. She pursed her lips, beginning to suck, her eyes locking with Cooper's as soon as she understood her master's intentions. She let her tongue slide forth, the foot-long organ swirling around Korbaz's finger, matting the fur with her bubbling saliva.

"The cage isn't locked, you know," Korbaz said as she pushed her finger deeper into Blue's willing throat. "All you have to do is open the door if you decide to join us. You don't even have to say anything if you don't want to. Simply letting this one wrap her warm lips around that aching cock of yours is all the surrender that I require."

Blue gagged a little, a droplet of drool leaking down her chin. Rather than pull away, Korbaz wrapped her other hand around Blue's throat, watching her with a smirk as she struggled to endure. After a moment longer, the Admiral finally relented, pulling out her finger along with a drooping web of Blue's saliva.

The sounds of unrestrained kissing resumed as she drew Blue in for another messy, wet embrace, ensuring that Cooper had a good view of their winding tongues as they coiled and writhed.

With a wave of Korbaz's hand, Red moved to join the growing harem, thighs as stout as tree trunks and as smooth as polished stone exposed through the vent in her flowing skirt. Her getup almost looked like a ballgown that had been fashioned from translucent silk, an opening along her back revealing the indent of her spine and the details of her muscular shoulders, another blend of strength and grace that sent Cooper reeling. His eyes lingered on the perfect dimples just above the base of her tail, before the garment rendered only the silhouette of her shapely rear visible.

The faded scars that trailed across her body reminded him that these were warriors as much as they were attendants, the blend of firm muscle and soft, feminine flesh creating a wonderful contradiction. How he longed to sample those textures, to test the hardness of her belly, to delve his fingers into the squashy meat of those rolling cheeks.

He realized that he was holding his breath, letting himself exhale as he watched Red glide across the room and into Korbaz's embrace. It was like a kind of wonderful torture, he had never been this aroused before. There was a sensation akin to electricity coursing up his spine, his head spinning, his heart threatening to break free of his ribcage. His erection was so stiff that it bordered on painful, and although he was certain that a couple of quick pumps would relieve him of his unbearable tension, he didn't want to give his tormentor the satisfaction.

Korbaz called the remaining female over, and they surrounded her on the bed, the Admiral rolling her head back as their hands roamed across her body. They seemed to cover every inch of her, only scant flashes of her tanned skin visible here and there between their furry fingers. They kneaded her breasts, stroked her thighs, traced the chiseled contours of her abs. Their lips soon joined their hands, nuzzling and kissing at Korbaz's neck and shoulders, drawing on her nipples, mouthing at her hips and thighs. All eyes were on Korbaz, all of the attention in the room focused on her, her attendants completely devoting themselves to pleasing her.

With Green and Yellow burying their heads between her legs, and two of the other females massaging her breasts, he was surprised that she hadn't come yet. At least, not that he had noticed. Despite the beauty that surrounded her, and the whirlwind of sensations that must be assailing her, all of her own attention was focused solely on Cooper. Those implacable, yellow eyes watched him all the while, scrutinizing him even as Red locked her in another sordid embrace.

Korbaz rolled her over suddenly, laying Red flat on her back, the other women pulling away. Cooper watched as gravity wrested control of her breasts, spreading the wobbling globes apart, a gasp of surprise escaping her lips. She just lay there as Korbaz ran her eyes over her subordinate's body, willing and acquiescent, only the labored rise and fall of her chest interrupting her stillness.

The Admiral pushed Green and Yellow from between her thighs, crossing her legs to conceal her nethers in a way that Cooper found paradoxically demure considering the situation. With a whisper, she switched everyone's focus to Red, the woman mewling with a blend of surprise and delight as her four counterparts set upon her. They reached beneath her gossamer dress, their clawed hands running across her burnished thighs, her spine arching off the silken sheets as they leaned in to plant gentle bites and kisses on her slender neck. Red twitched and shivered with every nibble, Cooper able to see the red indents that their teeth left on her skin. They cupped her breasts, sliding the crimson silk aside to expose them, her dusky flesh quivering as they trapped her hard nipples between their lips.

Red seemed to lose herself in the bliss of it, her wide hips shifting, those stout thighs brushing together as she writhed under the relentless assault. Every soft part of her impressive body seemed to shake with the effort, each jolt sending a ripple through her plump ass and thighs, like someone tapping jello with a spoon. It was contrasted with the mesmerizing flexing of her toned muscles, her abs seeming to push up from beneath her flat tummy, the sweat that was now dripping from her pores making them shine beneath the chandelier. If he didn't know better, he might have assumed that she had been slathered in oil before entering the room.

Unlike Korbaz, Red was drowning in her ecstasy, her lustful moans filling the room whenever she was granted a momentary reprieve from the passionate kissing. As soon as she had caught her breath, another tongue quickly filled her mouth, bulging her cheeks as it roved inside her head.

Two of the women gripped her thighs, their claws leaving indents in her tender skin as they opened them wide, giving Cooper an admirable view. She was so swollen and needy, her thighs damp with more than just exertion, her flushed lips almost as red as her dress. Her pink vulva stood out against skin the color of mocha, her mound smooth save for a tuft of soft pubic fur that matched her hair. It looked silky and fluffy, nothing like the curly, coarse hair of a human.