STORM SLAVE: THE STORM PLANET SERIES: VOLUME THREE Page 15

  Joo was on her knees before him. There went all his thoughts of being careful, and putting off to protect her injured body. He actually had to clear his throat to speak.

  “Sub, I believe you have on too many clothes.”

  By the time Joo got up and was out of her clothes, Baloko forgot about the role of Dom/sub. He was throwing off his jacket and kicking off his boots. He needed her so much and he had held off too long.

  It was a race for two naked people to get together and end up on a bed across the plain military room. Soon there would be time to meet other needs, this time the need was to come together, to join and find a high release and pleasure.

  He couldn’t help but let a little Dom come out, as he quickly turned her over and pulled her up on her knees. He heard her moan in a good way. When he spread her legs with his knees he saw the moisture at the hot area waiting for him. She was ready and willing.

  He had wanted to make this right for both of them in the ways that was right for the desires deep in their bodies and minds. It would have to wait for another time, as right now they both just needed each other.

  He clutched his heavy erection and brought it to her center dripping with wetness. At that instant she pushed back and he was into her tight flame, home and sheathed in living flesh that gripped him. They were virgins and this was their first taste of love and flesh.

  He was strong as he pumped and she was stronger as she received. Longer and harder he moved and she felt every inner touch bring ecstasy to her body from toes that curled, to her eyes that she closed.

  Because they had waited too long and desired too much, the first release surprised them both as it hit their bodies, tearing through their veins, endorphins release along with the natural juices of nature.

  Both roared as their muscled contracted then collapsed. They were falling forward and he remembered to shift sideways, keeping her against him.

  As sanity came back to Baloko, he thought he would stay with her all day, find every way he could think of to make love to her. Then his eyes, roaming over her female hips, saw the floating screen near the door.

  Damn, the Heir was calling to him.

  He got up, scrubbing his face. How could he leave her? She could not stay alone in this drab apartment and he couldn’t send her back to the other one with the killer still loose.

  She rolled over, first looking up at him with a sated look in her dreamy eyes, then with a puzzled expression forming on her face.

  “Sir, is there a problem?”

  He nodded. “I am on call. But I find I need an assistant. We must get up and hurry through a cleansing and dressing. You will do as I say, staying one step behind me and to my left. We have to hurry.”

  He dared anyone to question the new subordinate he had with him from now on, handling his tablets and info tiles, as he needed them.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  The small inside War….

  He was so frustrated. All because of some female, his plans for killing either the Slave Queen or the Heir or the Royal Advisor, had been set back for a time he could not count.

  Right now he was working with the crew cleaning up the rubble in the hanger deck caused by the first attacks. This was a volunteer position and when the announcement had been passed around, it was perfect for him.

  It was felt that there was a small chance that individuals might still be trapped behind the debris. Also, families and friends would like to claim any bodies that could be found. Anyone who didn’t have any special skills, or whose job had been eliminated because of the war or damages, could do this work. It was felt that with the chance of bodies within the damage, the large or small bots were not the best choice for the lifting and moving of the rocks and metal pieces.

  There was all the food and drink you needed and many soft mattresses along with tents and portable cleaning units, next to personal body waste containers.

  Everyone was covered from head to toe in heavy layers of whatever they could find to put on, to protect their bodies from the dust and sharp shards. They had helmets, masks and many tied additional scarves over their nose and mouth openings, under the masks.

  There where heavy boots with bags tied over them and strange groupings of gloves. Some workers even found some metal fighting gloves to put on over the leather gloves.

  For him to hide while the intense search was on, it was perfect. He didn’t have to exercise, as lifting and moving the heavy rocks or pulling on the pieces of metal, put the strain he needed to keep him toned.

  Even when he stripped down under the cleansing units for males, the black color was embedded so deep into his pores that it was impossible to tell his skin after he was done. He did what most of the other workers did and shaved off his hair to help eliminate that problem with the dirt.

  On his third day of the second seventh day period within the mound, he helped pull out a full body of a man who was dead, crushed by the falling wall. Before this time, they had found pieces of different individuals that they all carried with careful reverence, to a special area that was set aside for the meds.

  By this time, the smell of a body decaying after being crushed left a couple of the workers heaving into separate bags. He went along with the act, hacking to clear his throat and bending over after moving the bag with the body.

  Like some of the workers who were without homes, he was sleeping in one of the tents with five others. He found a great knife in one pile with just a chip in the handle. He had second thoughts, as he considered that many weapons had tracking markers embedded in them. He made a show of turning it in at the table with retrieved household items.

  He took his time, walking to the outer rim where benches were set up to receive usable or identifiable items found in the rubble. He needed to act like the rest of the crew who used this trip as an excuse for a short break.

  On the other side of the benches were workers dressed in cleaner and lighter enclosed outfits. They took the time to first scan for possible contamination of any kind from just fuel all the way up to virus. They then sorted items that could be identified and those that looked important, but couldn’t be recognized in their present dirty condition.

  He laid the knife on the scanning table and looked through his dirty hood cover.

  “This is really nice. Maybe you guys can get enough off of it to identify a family and get it to someone as a memory.”

  A young female’s face behind a clear mask looked up with the scan unit in her hand. She smiled. “Thanks. Yes, it is really nicely made. You people are doing a great job.”

  He didn’t move as he saw her eyes move over his shoulder.

  “Wow, that is the Heir. I wonder what his Highness is doing down here at dawn?”

  He looked down as he shifted the knife. “Not in my pay grade.”

  The female laughed and went on with her job.

  He turned as if to go back to his job, also. But he did see the tall figure surrounded by the black uniforms of the Elite Guard. He moved around the piles of rock and debris. He even picked up a spreader unit, but kept the tall figure in his sight.

  The Heir was moving across the floor in a clear area away from the work section and the parked ships. The group stopped and it looked like the tall Royal left his guards standing, as he went on alone toward the outer edge of the door.

  The night sky was just starting to show the faint color of the sun’s first rays against the dark waves of the vast ocean. The killer knelt down and placed the spreader unit against two large boulders, never taking his eyes off the black silhouette of the Royal male.

  The male was in profile and it was soon apparent he was watching as a female’s black shape slowly approached him. As the sun came slowly over the dark tossing waves, the two profiles were dark outlines, not touching, just standing and it seemed that they were talking.

  He knew it was also important to keep his cover in place. The Royal was too far away for him to reach. He couldn’t even hear their speech. He turned the spread
er unit on and used it against the two large rocks. He didn’t try too hard, so that it would take quite a while to move either large boulder.

  He moved and turned the unit off and then on again. He dug with his gloved hands and moved again. He did all of this without taking his eyes off the two black figures that were also shifting within the streaks of the reflections from the tossing waves.

  At last the color changed as a storm was moving in to dampen the dawn and make the waves higher. The Royal turned and the killer was sure it was so he could face the storm. There were stories that the Heir got strength from the storms on this planet.

  He was surprised as he watched the tall black shape turn back to the female and reach out to her. There was hesitation and then she stepped to him. The two became one twisting form. The Heir was kissing a female he cared for and this could be useful.

  He watched as he dug, feeling something with his gloves, but still watching the couple. Finally the female pulled away. It was obvious she was arguing and maybe even shouting. Who had the nerve to shout at the Heir? The female turned away, flipping long hair.

  He stayed on his knees, pulling at whatever it was that he had his gloves wrapped around. He needed to get a view of the female because there would be a chance to get close to her. His chance to get close to the Heir was getting difficult, since his attack on the one female who caught him in the upper hallway.

  The Royal moved away to a place where his guards could finally see him and quickly surrounded him, to escort him across the large hanger section of the entry cave.

  The killer watched the female, pulling hard on the item buried before him. It came loose at the time he needed to stand. The storm had moved in with the sea and sky dark, the floating lights came on all over this high cavern. Above him he was bathed in brightness, but more important, the female was also exposed to him.

  He twisted on his feet, brushing at the item in his hands to watch the female through his fogged mask. He had to admit the Heir had good taste. She was a beautiful female in a different way. She was tall and toned like a soldier with long brown hair and a figure that said she would serve a male well in bed.

  He could not see at this distance the color of her eyes, but the light reflected off her high cheekbones and long nose and even outlined high full breasts. Before he could tempt her glance, he looked down and got underway to clean the item in his hand.

  At last he shook himself, as he realized the long item in his glove was another knife. It wasn’t near as nice as the other one, but it was larger and longer. He picked up the spreader unit and with the unit in one hand and the knife in the other, he returned to the collection benches.

  He now had a new target.

  ****

  Minel was so confused and angry as to why she was even meeting this male. Her entire life she had been in a fight to control her life. She was not ever going to complain to what life had handed her,

  She had preferred to struggle and succeed and put her efforts to get above those who insulted her or tried to keep her down. More important, she had to fight against the whispers that her looks contributed. There were the individuals who felt that someone who looked as appealing as she did, would be eager to use sex to move upward or get special favors. The offers had come from both males and females, even from those who thought a little favor would go a long way.

  This male that she was so attracted to did not promise her anything. That was the problem. She knew deep down what he could offer her. He could give her unlimited wealth and she supposed there would be mind blowing sex.

  What he couldn’t give her was freedom and respect. She had not slept, still thinking these thoughts and trying to decide if she was going to meet him at dawn.

  At last she smiled at herself, of course she was going to meet him. She couldn’t resist him, the same way that no one else on this storm planet could resist him. She was like one of the iron shavings drawn to the large magnet.

  Well she didn’t earn the title of Inter Commander Minel Waldbuch by learning about the word no. She hadn’t learned to take command and have secrets with avoiding things that she wanted in order to gain what was best for her goals.

  She took a water shower, something that wasn’t available on spaceships and most worlds. Water was a worthy commodity on most places except this storm planet. There was more water than land with the oceans taking up over seventy percent of the surface.

  This was rare, as among the many planets and worlds that had been able to support standard life in this part of the universe, water was scarce. Water worlds, like GigasVnee could be counted on one human hand among the countless thriving homes of all the breeds that were traveling this portion of star speckled space.

  After dressing in plain dark work clothes, she tried to carefully braid her hair, but soon had it tangled. She sighed, sat down and brushed it out again and just left it hang down her back. She was lucky, as it was straight, not kinky or curly, so it just dried against her shoulders.

  Without sleep and knowing sunrise would be within the next time period, she started out. After all, she had set the time and place, so she needed to be there at the appointed hour.

  Quilliam Devi GemC’him was walking through the dark landing area of the bottom floor of the enormous Royal Cavern. It was close to dawn, so the workers were the smallest group, the last of the third shift. Still the Elite Guards were on alert, because their top boss Commander Baloko Sachim had impressed them of the danger to the Heir they were protecting.

  It was not a case of pride to protect this male it was a case of the life of every individual on this planet. Each person that had earned the right to serve on this assignment accepted that they would gladly die to protect the Heir. Still they would all prefer to use their many talents to take out any threat before it got near the body of the Son.

  They never questioned his destinations or the time of day or night that he needed to travel. Their job was to be vigilant and attentive and at his side. They were willing to die to protect him.

  For Quill, he considered his escort a real pain in the ass. As a child, it had been his full time game to escape from everyone to play in areas he was forbidden to enter. There were few cracks and escape holes that he had not squeezed through to investigate.

  He played with others who didn’t recognize him, dressed in clothes picked up in the lower hallways. It wasn’t until he was old enough to start training with the teens in the military that his freedom came to an end. Still he fought the idea and found times to flee with a couple of friends or alone.

  It was on one of these alone times that he looked up to see his two fathers settle down with him. One had a drink for him and the other had a treat. He realized then that they had always known where he was for every second of his life.

  As he walked to meet with the female he desired, he did wonder who really had freedom in this universe? He stopped as he got close to the screen barrier that was powered by Threads to protect the large opening. Since the start of the first bombardment they kept the safeguard up, only opening small sections big enough to allow entry or exit of ships.

  The damage to the inside of the cavern near the entrance was being cleaned up by volunteers, as there were still bodies and good items to be found. Quill looked up because three floors had been damaged as part of the curved rock wall had fallen. It destroyed several of the exit hallways leading to apartments and homes, some halls even going all the way up to the top.

  Due to the bombs dropping on the surface, there had been no attempt at first to try to map out all of the halls from the top down. Until Quill had sent out the green circle that took out the enemy ships that were close enough to bring down anything that would do any more damage.

  Commander Sachim had been able finally to send troops and meds to help some individuals escape or bring up injured through the outside. Others were able to move through the maze of carved hallways within this giant ancient cavern structure.

  Now they were down to finding the dead o
r body parts and hopefully some items of value to the families.

  He stopped and ordered his guards to remain at this point. That made his shield of protectors so unhappy, but they had been warned of this.

  Quill approached the area between the outside force field and the back end of where the rocks had fallen. This was an interesting place that the female had chosen. It gave them privacy to talk, but no privacy for personal contact. He turned to look at the dark waves, some reflecting the stars above.

  It was before the first glow of any sun that he felt her approaching. Good, she had been early like him. He turned to face her, the only light coming from the distant workers at the dig sights.

  “You look tired, Mine. You are working long hours and not sleeping.”

  Minel looked at the tall beautiful male in front of her. How had this happened to her? She sighed. “The work is good for me. It makes the time go by. What else are prisoners of war going to do?”

  He showed no emotion as he spoke. “Commander Sachim has released all prisoners except for a couple of officers that had some additional information and had done some disgusting deeds. You don’t fall into that group, so you are free.”

  She waved out at the sky that had a faint color off at the edge. “So give me a skip ship and let me go.”

  “They are shooting at ships that leave here.” He continued to look at her. “Besides, I want you to stay here. I want you.”

  She threw her hands up. “See what I mean. If any other male would say that to me, I would slug him.”

  “So slug me.”

  “Yah, and have your guards shoot me.”

  “They have been ordered not to touch or react to you. I already took care of that.”

  She nodded. “That is what I mean. Give an order. Wave your hand. Eat the best foods and wear the best clothes. Females everywhere would lie down on the floor and spread their legs. Why are you bothering me?”