Free DeadlyPleasure by Lexxie Couper Page B

breath. Made her
giddy. Commanded climax after climax. Her breaths grew shallow, rapid. She was
sure she was going to hyperventilate, but couldn’t stop. Control deserted her.
She writhed in her chains, burning and drowning at once. Incapable of doing
anything except become lost in the pure, concentrated pleasure owning her.
Claiming her.
    “Oh, fuck me.” Her moan sounded more like a shout but
she couldn’t hold back. Not anymore. When it felt like she was going to die
from sensory overload, what else could she do but voice her last wish? “Fuck
me harder. Harder. Harder!”
    They did exactly as she demanded, penetrating her with such
force her cunt clamped down on Corvan’s cock; her ass, around the cock of his
dimensional other. Each worshipped her breasts, her throat, her neck with their
mouths. Each continued to drive into her, their strokes becoming wilder,
faster. She felt their cocks pulse. She opened her eyes and stared blindly at
the ceiling, seeing nothing, feeling everything, no longer Falynn Mavek but a
creature created by Corvan Jareth. A creature of pleasure absolute.
    Corvan’s other came first, hot cum erupting from his cock’s
distended tip. She felt it fill her ass. Felt its liquid warmth squeeze from
her opening as his strokes became erratic.
    “Oh fuck!” he roared, nails digging into her hips, cutting
into her flesh.
    Her Corvan crashed into her, his climax claiming him
with immediate force, turning his rhythm to powerful convulsions and his low
moans to a roar equal to his twin’s. “ Fuck , I’m coming. I’m coming.”
    The frenzied conviction and surrender in his cry pushed
Falynn completely over the already shattered edge of restraint. She arched, her
final orgasm an explosion of rapture and carnal delight. Destroying the last
threads of her control without remorse.
    “Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, riding them both,
dying, only to be reborn in the scorching pleasure consuming her. “Fuck me,
Corvan. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
    * * * * *
    Forty-Two stood motionless in the passageway, stare fixed on
the closed door before him. He didn’t need his highly tuned artificial aural
sensors to hear Falynn’s screams. Her voice, thick and raw with complete
release, carried through the sex-den’s insulated metal panel.
    “ Fuck me, Corvan. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
    Corvan.
    Thanatos.
    The ghost he’d been competing with since his resurrection.
    An explosion of electrical impulses surged through
Forty-Two’s positronic matrix and for a split moment, not even one millionth of
a second, he wanted to blast away the door with his built-in deax gun and rip
Falynn’s heart from her—
    [remote host initializing hostile connection]
    Forty-Two froze, tense, his positronic matrix engaging with
the remote host.
    [remote hostile connection established]
    [switching to command override mode]
    [commence download updated strategic mission program]
    He stood motionless, eyelids fluttering rapidly as string
after string of code dumped into his core processor, overriding his sentient
program.
    [updated strategic mission program download complete]
    [initialize GU UZ action priority-one]
    Forty-Two blinked twice, returning to active service. A
sequence of alert messages suddenly flashed through his neural net, his
E.S.O.U.L program instantly recognizing the source of the hostile override and
trying to negate the command.
    No, this is not right. This is wrong. You cannot allow
Interplanetary Alliance Council to —
    With a sharp, fast blow, he smashed the side of his hand
into his neck, just below his right ear. A violent twitch jerked his head to
the left as his E.S.O.U.L program shut down.
    He lowered his arm back to his side, free of emotions for
the first time since his resurrection. It was an irrelevant waste of processing
space anyway. A weakness he did not need or want anymore.
    He stood still, staring at the sex-den’s door, listening to
Falynn’s cries of sexual passion on the other side as