The faces of the Drules they passed by were shocked, all wearing similar expressions of bewilderment. It seemed the sight of their commander carrying a moaning servant was an unfamiliar one, Allura barely remembering to blush at her predicament. She knew she should be embarrassed, especially at the sounds she was making, wiggling unrepentant against Cossack.
He kept any thoughts he had about her moans and movement to himself, the Drule stalking quickly through the corridors of the ship, Allura draped over his shoulder. His one hand was on her, holding her in place, Allura far too conscious of that hand resting on the back of her thigh. She wiggled again, wanting his hand to go higher, knowing her skirt was riding up in the process.
Cossack merely grumbled an inaudible word, seeming to ignore her and the people they passed by. But Allura wasn’t content to be ignored, she began touching his back, feeling the armor plating that had laid hidden under his shirt. It left her frustrated, Allura wanting to feel his body and not the armor. She smoothed her hands down his back, traveling lower and lower until her palms grazed below his waist, Allura feeling out his ass.
He actually jumped when she squeezed both cheeks of his rear, Cossack hissing out a question. “What do you think you are doing?!”
“Sorry.” She was unrepentant, hands still touching him. “You feel nice commander…”
“Stop that!” He ordered, and stepped quicker through the corridor. She wiggled harder, recognizing this stretch of hall as the one that led to Lotor’s cabin, but she was unable to be disappointed at being returned to that room. Not with the arousal so strong upon her, Allura weak and barely thinking straight.
She heard the acknowledging call of a soldier, Cossack barely grunting back as he approached the doors to the cabin. He pushed them open, the doors unresisting, and grumbled out a question. “Don’t know how you got out. Lotor wouldn’t have left the doors unlocked.”
“I picked the lock!” Allura answered. being carried across the room.
“Well, aren’t you a resourceful girl.” Cossack retorted, and tossed her none too gently down on the bed. Her body bounced as she hit the mattress, Allura laying there stunned for a second.
“Resourceful is not the only thing I am.” She managed to reply, pushing up to a sitting position.
“Don’t I know it.” He touched the tear in his shirt, eyeing her suspiciously.
“I’m sorry.” Allura said, truly meaning it. “I wasn’t thinking straight when I attacked you.”
“You could have done some real damage Allura…” Cossack watched as she began inching towards him. “You’re lucky I was wearing armor beneath my shirt.”
“Forgive me…” Allura was reaching out with her hand, intent on touching the tear in his shirt. His eyes narrowed, an instant before he grabbed her wrist, stopping her from making contact with his chest.
“I have to check you.” He told her, tone gruff. “Who knows what else you are hiding.”
“Check me?” Her confusion lasted an instant, Allura getting his meaning. “I only had that knife…”
“That may be, but I’d be a fool to trust you.” Cossack retorted. “It’d be my head if you hurt the prince somehow. Now hold still!” His other hand was reaching for her, Allura struggling lightly as Cossack dipped it into the pocket of her dress. She could feel him digging around, and she surprised herself with the words she said.
“Try the other one too.” He nodded, and let go of her wrist, ending up with both hands in her pockets. He found the straightened hair pin, but was without comment on it. He set it aside, and touched the sides of her waist, seeming to hesitate on what to do. Allura wiggled, and batted her eyes flirtatiously at him, voice a breathy moan as she tried to goad him to move his hands higher. “There are other places you can check.”
“You….you don’t mind?” He was surprised, and more so when she reached down to take his hands, placing them on her breasts. “Guess not…” He moved those hands of his, all business like as he patted her bosom, trying to see if she hid anything in her clothing there. It wasn’t a sexual touch, and yet Allura moaned, arching her back so that her breasts pressed more firmly into Cossack’s hands.
He seemed to break out in a cold sweat at her actions, trying to draw his hands away. Allura gripped his wrists, exerting all her strength to keep the commander’s hands on her breasts. He reacted like a man, not fighting her as he gave into the temptation to feel her curves. “Yes.” Breathed out Allura, letting her head fall back, her eyes closed. “That’s it Cossack…search me…”
His eyes actually widened at that, his fingers hesitating mid squeeze. “Don’t stop!” Allura cried out, letting go of his hands to press forward and throw her arms around him.
“You still haven’t searched everywhere.” Allura reminded him, desperate to be touched some more by him.
“I…I think I’ve done enough.” Cossack stammered out his reply.
“It would be remiss of you to neglect your duty to Lotor.” She told him, hardly daring to believe she was goading him on like this. ~It’s the drug.~ Allura told herself, even as Cossack’s hand began a hesitant drop to the hem of her skirt. ~It’s making me this way. Making me need him.~
“That’s it.” She cooed out loud, as Cossack’s hands went under her dress. It felt wonderful to have his hands on her thighs, moving higher up with determined speed. Allura heard him let out a curse when he came to the realization that she wore no panties under her dress.
“Princess…” She could tell he was using her title, trying to keep things formal between them. She cried out, determined not to let him, throwing herself at him. Her lips pressed against his surprised mouth, his words cut off before they could form. She moaned in disappointment, finding he dragged his hands away from her, reaching up to grab her arms to try and force her away.
“You’re trying to get me in trouble with the prince!” He accused her with a growl, as Allura squirmed in his grasp.
“I’m not!” She insisted, trying to reach for him against his steel hold. “I just…just need you. Now.”
“Like I’m supposed to believe that.” Cossack muttered. “I know I’m not as…handsome as the prince. Why would you want me?”
“He’s not here….and you are!” Allura pointed out, even as she inwardly cringed at her words. She didn’t want Cossack, not really, and yet the urge for sex was too strong to deny. The feelings inside her were making her care little about attraction and desire, making her want only the means to satisfy her lust.
“Then wait here and I’ll go get him.” Cossak said, fighting with her to escape her attempts to hug him.
“I can’t wait! I need it, need you NOW!” Allura all but wailed, deciding to do something dirty and underhanded. Instead of fighting him, she reached down, her hand grasping hold of his pants just about where his cock should be. “Commander…” She tittered flirtatiously, giving him a squeeze. “Don’t tell me you’re wearing armor down here as well?”
“That is not armor!” breathed out Cossack, looking as though he was trying not to moan.
“But it feels as stiff as armor plating.” She teased, both with her words and her actions. “I think I better investigate this personally.”
“Ye….NO!!” Cossack shouted, and shoved her, hard. Allura fell over with a gasp, Cossack all but leaping away from the bed. “Wait here, I’ll go get Lotor. He’s what you need. Who you really want!”
“Cossack!” She began crawling on all fours, trying to reach him. But the commander was scrambling backwards, almost stumbling as he ran towards the doors. “NO!!” She shrieked, infuriated as he lurched outside the room, slamming shut the doors behind him.
“Guard this room!” She heard him say to the soldier outside the doors. “Let no one but Prince Lotor enter or leave.”
“Whatever she says or does, don’t respond.” Cossack added, voice tense. “Lotor will have both our heads if he finds you in there with her!”
Allura didn’t hear the guard’s response, she was too busy screaming. She fell back on the bed, all but having a tantrum as she kicked out her legs, torn between fuming over being abandoned and moaning in need. ~Damn him!~ She thought furiously, Allura not sure who she meant. Was she angry at Cossack for refusing her, angry at Lotor for leaving her alone in the first place, or angry with the host for giving her the drug?
~It’s just not fair.~ She thought, her hands landing on her thighs, her legs spreading. ~Why did this have to happen to me?~
Her hands hesitated, remaining in place on her thighs as she fought the urge to touch herself. She didn’t want to be a slave to desire, didn’t want to give in to the need to touch herself. Allura felt she should be stronger than this, that she shouldn’t be defeated by some pathetic sex drug. She twisted in place, ending up on her side, legs clamped together as she brought her hands forward to grasp at the bed sheets.
“I can do this.” She hissed through gritted teeth, nails digging into the sheets as she fought to keep from touching herself. Surely she could last long enough for Cossack to find Lotor. She moaned, her voice coming out too loud, the sound showing how bad off she was.
“Are….are you okay princess?”
Her eyes snapped open, Allura realizing the guard outside the cabin’s door was speaking to her. “No!” She cried out, still laying on her side. “I am not! I….I’m sick.” She moaned again, the sound loud and needy. “I feel like I am dying.” She stayed on her side, hunched over and fisting the bed sheets. The doors to the room creaked open, footsteps thudding softly on the carpet. Allura felt a surge of hope at the sound, thinking the guard had come in to check on her.
“Cl….closer….” She moaned out, hearing the man stop as he reached the bed. His shadow fell over her, Allura almost forgetting to breathe as she felt a hand touch her hip. “Yes….please…..touch me….”
He said nothing, merely rubbed his hand in place, Allura feeling frustration that he wasn’t doing more. She started to turn, prepared to pounce on the man, when she saw the strands of white hair hanging down past his shoulders. A glance higher showed gleaming gold cat’s eyes, expression a mixture of anger and concern.
“Lotor!” She gasped out his name, pleasure warring with shock. “Help me!”
“Allura…I hear you’ve been a bad girl this past hour.” That was the last thing she expected him to say, Allura wanting him to respond to her urgent plea with a firm touch and passionate kisses. “Breaking out of your room, attacking Cossack like that.”
“You…you couldn’t expect me to stay here!” Allura retorted, biting back a moan as she shrugged off his hand. She finished her turn, ending up flat on her back, gazing up at the prince. “You had to know I’d try to escape!”
“In your current condition, I thought you’d realize how unwise that was.” Lotor pointed out with a tsking sound. “What if you had made it to the hanger. Gotten into a ship. Gotten halfway across the galaxy before the arousal hit you. Then what?”
“I just wanted….needed to escape. Needed to get back to my lion!” She retorted, lifting her hands towards him in a beckoning manner. He moved into her embrace, allowing Allura to tug him downwards so that he bent over her, faces close enough to kiss.
“Tell me the coordinates for your lion’s location, and I promise I will rejoin you with it.” He was making no move to touch her, Allura feeling frustrated that he seemed to want to only talk to her.
“I can’t think about that now!” She answered truthfully. “Lotor please…do something about this fire in my body….before it eats me up alive!” For one brief instant, concern warmed his eyes but then he pushed it down. She could see the way he steeled himself, Lotor trying to be immune to her pleas. “Lotor?” Uncertainty was in her, Allura not liking the way he was resisting her.
“I’ll give you what you want….” He began, and she cut him off with an impassioned cry.
“It’s not want, it’s need!”
He tried again. “I’ll give you what you need, in exchange for what I want.” She stared at him, showing she was listening to his words. “The coordinates Allura. That’s all I ask for the moment.”
“I can’t…” Allura said, voice weak.
“Can’t is very different from won’t.” Lotor pointed out. “You can give it to me, and you will. Or else…”
“Or else…” She asked anxiously, seeing Lotor give her a strained smile.
“You’ll simply have to wait it out, this need, on your own.” His hand caressed down the front of her body, and she arched her back so that she pressed against it. It proved his point well, showing how quick she was to react to the simplest of touches, weak to resist, and even weaker to wait. But Allura had arsenals of her own, and she was determined to prove that Lotor couldn’t resist her long.
“Lotor…” Her hand on the back of his head, she tried to push him down to meet her rising body, their lips connecting in a kiss. She knew he liked it when they kissed, and she put her heart and soul into the effort of warming the kiss now, licking and nibbling at his bottom lip. She felt Lotor’s lips tremble, a tiny flutter of movement before they stilled, the prince trying to be impassive.
Her kiss wasn’t her only weapon, Allura caressing her other hand down his chest, noting that unlike Cossack he wore no armor beneath his tunic. She felt his muscles rippling under her hand, and eased it lower, pass his belt and onto his groin. She was about to touch him with a firm grip when he gasped, hands seizing her shoulders, and forcibly pinning her back down against the mattress.
“No, Allura.” His voice was strained, Lotor’s eyes looking a little dark with desire. “We are doing things MY way now.”
“But..” She fought against his hold, lifting a leg up to lock around his waist, trying to force his body down so she could rub up against him.
“I said no!” He yelled it at her, voice snapping out so harshly she flinched back.
“Cruel…” She whispered, and it was no tactic that filled her eyes with tears. “You’re so cruel to me.” She was more frustrated than sad, tired and above all aroused, in desperate need of relief.
“That’s not true. I am merely offering you a bargain. A favor for a favor.” Lotor locked eyes with her, the man seeming to have endless patience in this moment. She wondered if he’d wait forever before giving in to her desires, Allura sighing but otherwise remaining quiet. “All right Allura…” He abruptly untangled himself form her hold, straightening before her.
“All right?” She was uneasy, sensing a decision had been made.
“Take care of it yourself, if you can.” Lotor told her, tone cold as he turned away from her and the bed. She made a sound, an angry protest that quickly died down to stunned realization as Lotor walked away from her. He was leaving her! He was actually going to abandon her in her moment of intense need.
“Lotor….don’t go!” Allura cried out, but he didn’t stop, didn’t even acknowledge her words. “Please!” A hint of desperation to her voice, Lotor almost to the doors. She watched him jerk them open, putting one foot out in the hall when she gave in. “Alpha B!”
He froze, and she repeated herself. “Alpha B.”
“Very good Allura.” Lotor turned, eyes glittering with triumph. “The rest of them now.”
“Come back to the bed first.” Allura said, and was pleased when he closed the door, hurrying to her side. “Y twenty-three.” She told him as he climbed onto the bed, crawling into place a top her. “Lon seventy-four point five.”
“Go on.” He urged her, lips kissing the side of her throat, Allura moaning out another number. His hands reached for the cap on her head, pulling it off so fast some of the strands of her hair came free of the tidy bun she had made of it. His fingers unraveled the rest, sifting through it till it spread around her, a golden gleaming cape. He was as attentive to her body as he was to her words, each coordinate earning her a reward, a hand on her breast, kneading and squeezing. Or a hand on her thigh, smoothing along her skin and shoving her skirt up higher.
She cried out the final number when his hands gripped the wool fabric of her dress, muscles rippling an instant before he tore it in two. The split down the middle allowed her breasts to come spilling out, Lotor quick to palm them and place kisses all over her skin. It felt wonderful to have his tongue rasping across her nipples, rough sensation that made her wiggle and coo even as she grew impatient for him to do other things.
“I’m wet enough.” Allura told him, knowing she was soaked to the bone, desperately aching for him to fill her with his cock. It seemed he was ready too, his victory over her making Lotor even quicker to react, the prince unbuckling his belt to reveal his sizable erection to her. He kissed her again, and then Lotor rolled with Allura so that they ended with her on top of him.
“I want to see you ride me.” Lotor told her, hands rubbing the inside of her thighs as she wiggled on top of his cock. “Put me inside you Allura.” It was a request that made her blush, Allura hesitant as she reached for his cock. It twitched, very much alive in her hands, the princess lifting her hips to settle more firmly over him. She could feel the fat head of his cock probing her, Allura moaning at the sensation as she eased more of him inside her.
“That’s it…” Lotor purred. “Nice and slow….” He stared up at her, a look of fascination on his face, licking his tongue across his lips as he tossed back his head to moan. Another inch inside her, Allura starting to sink down on his length, taking him in at a torturously slow pace. His hands on her hips now, helping to guide her, holding her back from impaling herself in one go.
“AH!” Allura cried out, feeling frustrated with the slow penetration. “Please….faster….”
“It’s better to go slow and savor this…at least at the beginning.” Lotor told her, even as his eyes seemed to roll back in his head. The final inch inside her now, Allura whimpering with pleasure. She placed her hands on his stomach, using his body for leverage and began to push up off him. Lotor did an upwards thrust with his hips, cock quickly following her bouncing body, his intent to keep them from separating even for an instant.
“Oooooh, more!” Allura cried out enthusiastically, and began bouncing harder, her skirts pooled around her spread knees. Lotor continued to grip her hips, helping her to bounce, and soon they found their rhythm, hard and fast, Allura almost bouncing off him at times. Her breasts jiggled like crazy, Lotor eyeing them and urging her to bend so that her breasts dangled over his face.
She quickly complied, feeling him kiss all over the tips, mouth capturing a nipple to give her a hard suck that made her body clench tighter around his cock. He never stopped his thrusting, even as he moaned around the nipple in his mouth. She continued to ride him, hearing the bed squeaking with each bounce. Each time she went down, his cock hit deep inside her, Allura crying with passion at the feel.
When she climaxed, her body gave a vicious wrench around Lotor’s cock, working to milk him of his seed. She was in the throes of ecstasy, moaning and yelling, screaming his name as the pleasure surged throughout her whole body. For one brief moment she felt peace, a peace that lasted throughout Lotor’s climax, his hot come seeming to be the balm that soothed the drug’s forced arousal.
She wiggled and moaned, all but collapsing on top of him, feeling his come seep down her thighs as Allura lay listening to his heart. His arms wrapped around her, a tight hold that spoke of possession, Lotor kissing the top of her head. He was in no hurry to get up, and for that Allura was grateful, thinking the experience would be all the more cheapened if he left to go inform his men of blue lion’s coordinates.
It still didn’t lessen the need to want to cry over what she had done, and Allura found herself hoping that the lions would be found by someone else. She thought almost anyone would be better than Doom, not wanting to see blue lion and black lion forced into servitude by the Drules. She sighed and closed her eyes, tired and unable to rest, too troubled by her thoughts and the arousal that still seemed to tingle faintly within her.