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“How the fuck do you know that?” I ask Tray.
Tray looks at me and shrugs. “I dunno, really. I don’t even understand what I’m saying. I just know it’s the answer.”
I glance at Jimmy, who’s got one eyebrow raised.
Leveled up, indeed.
CHAPTER SIX
WAYWARD STATION
We dance, the princess and I.
Just the way that woman behind the curtain told us to.
And everyone keeps clapping. They don’t stop. Corla is glowing bright white light. Some of it leaks on to me and I can feel it. It’s warm, and soft, and makes me want to… do things to her.
“You don’t know,” Corla says, leaning into my neck to whisper. “Do you?”
The only thing I know is that both my cocks are hard when they’re not supposed to be. Every fiber of my being urges me to put them inside her.
“I need you,” I say, my voice desperate and unfamiliar.
“It’s OK,” she says. “I figured it out last night after we met.”
“I need you now,” I say.
“I know. Just… finish the dance and then they’ll let us leave.”
I press my lips up to her neck and she glows a little brighter when I begin to kiss her. The clapping becomes louder for a moment. Like I just did something these people approve of. “They’re not gonna let us leave,” I say, almost unable to control myself.
“Believe me,” Corla says. “They will. That’s the whole point of this.”
My mind is spinning with the implications of her words. But I can’t concentrate. I can’t focus. I’m not sure I even exist right now. I am nothing but urges and needs. All I want to do is fuck her.
The music stops and Corla stops dancing. It takes me a moment to catch up with what’s happening, but eventually I force myself to look over at my father.
He’s smiling so big. So wide. And my eyes are so hooded and heavy with lust and desire, they’re barely open.
She’s gotten me drunk. Drunk on her scent, and her light, and her touch, and there’s nothing I can do or think about that isn’t about her. About how I want to open her legs and fill her up.
My father is talking, then the king is responding. And then there’s more clapping as Corla and I continue to spin—standing still in the center of the ballroom.
I glance around the room, find the woman behind the curtain beckoning me towards her. Corla has a hold of my hand, so when I begin walking towards the woman, I pull the princess along with me.
What the fuck is happening? I feel like I’ve lost control of myself. Like someone drugged me.
When I reach the woman she points to the curtain again and I move towards it on autopilot.
The clapping in the ballroom turns into a resounding roar as people cheer and yell.
“Just keep walking,” Corla says. “I promise, it’ll be OK. I have a plan.”
A plan? I have a plan too. A plan to fuck her right in this hallway.
“Where are we?” I ask, suddenly becoming more aware of my surroundings.
I’ve lived on this station my whole life. Know it backwards and forwards, but I have no idea where I am.
“Something called a star bridge?” Corla says. “We can do it here if you can’t wait any longer. Then you’ll feel better, I promise.”
“Do what?” I say, backing her up against the station window. We are in the star walk. I’ve been here before, my drunk mind is just slow at processing. It’s a long tube of transparent plasti-glass and all around us the stars twinkle in the deep dark.
Corla has her hands on my shoulders and her touch—for the love of suns—her touch is so intoxicating.
“What’s happening to me?” I ask.
“Just… here,” she says, taking my hand and lowering it down to her belly. “Let me help you.”
Her dress parts between her legs, the thick, woven fabric embroidered with silver thread opening for me as I reach inside. And then my fingers find her warm skin. She has no panties on. Just bare for me.
Lust fills my head. Some kind of animal instinct takes over. Her fingers are fumbling with the button of my trousers, desperate to get them open. Then my cocks—hard and throbbing, almost aching to be inside her—are in her warm hand. She pumps them a few times but that’s all I can take. I lean into her, reaching under her ass to lift her up.
She opens her dress to give me access and then, without thinking, or planning—I’m inside her. All of me. Both cocks, thrusting deep inside her.
She gasps, and moans, and cries out like it hurts.
And even though I understand that I should care that I’m hurting her, I do not care.
I just… fuck her. I fuck her hard. Pressed up against the endless dark night and the bits of shining stars.
