Starfinder: The Jade Regent Pt. 08

But not if they had anything to do about it.

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Sam was feeling antsy. Her own temperament and experience screamed at her to finish what was started, that too many loose threads were dangling about. Yet her companions needed rest and the small ice mining barge offered that, though little comfort was to be found among the hard steel and fused stone. Though machinery and their controls were scattered about and the layout of the vessel was directed to function. She had stolen and improvised seat made of some padding she placed over a series of large pipes that ran up over the floor, curved to get over a section of rock as it was easier in the design than to go through it. She sat fully armored in that gleeming steel bodysuit, the curtain of rings over the metal bands seeming to give a glint of green as the pale lights played over it, table in hand as she tried to occupy her mind with distractions.

Though it was clear that it wasn't working. Every so often her eyes would wander from the device and look to someone in the group or just to the wall as if her sight could bore through the solid stone and see into the nearby station. Her toes tapped into the empty air, as if every second was dragging it's talons across her skin and all she could do to fight it was twitch and worry.

It wasn't long before she had enough of this and gave up on technology passing the time. She set the miniature computer into the recess on her arm gaurd, locking it in place before she looked over her companions once more. Upon her gaze landing on Xata her face lit up in a smile as a thought churned in her mind.

"Hey Xata, could you come over here for a moment?"

Xata's body was almost vibrating in the wake of the action, keyed-up. Humans would call the effect an "adrenaline rush." Her body lacked adrenal glands but the rush of energy in the wake of stress was a more than passable facsimile.

Their intrusion on the shadowrunner crew had been a nearer, and luckier, thing than she'd allowed herself to appreciate as it was happening. It had illustrated to her that her facility with the new spells and chants that had surfaced from the depths of her memory banks was still imperfect. Part of her wanted to spend the transit time meditating, dredging her consciousness for access to new devices and functions. But the more she did this the more the mysteries unsettled her, made her feel broken next to her companions. They were all whole people, with memories, with pasts; what was she?

And so she found herself putting it off. Looking around the cabin restlessly. Certain other memory files replayed themselves in her mind. She caught herself glancing shyly at Sam, recalling vividly the last time they'd been together. The memory file was a pleasant distraction, but she yanked her eyes guiltily away when she saw Sam looking back at her. She didn't want to seem greedy.

Still, it was like music to Xata's ears -- and for Xata this was saying something -- when she heard Sam's voice inviting her over. Did she need help with something? The android felt her circuits glow with an anticipation, a hope, she didn't dare let herself feel fully. Her voice sounded small and fragile in her own ears as she attempted her customary bright optimism.

"Of course, Fellow Adventurer!"

Sam chuckled at the comment, Xata often did amuse her. As the android approached Sam sat up straight, or as straight as the pipes she lounged on would allow, and pushed herself up to give a light peck on Xata's lips.

"I've noticed you're a little excited." Sam whispered softly, her tone that of a promise. "I would enjoy giving you relief once more."

"You would?" Xata tried not to let her voice sound too eager, but her circuits thrummed in response to that peck of a kiss, the promises it held. Sometimes it seemed Sam only had to look at her to make her wet. She was so strong, so confident, so... sure. It spoke to something deep within the unknown recesses of her memory banks.

She didn't know what it was, but at this moment she realised she didn't care. She was excited. She could use a little "relief."

Before she knew what she was doing, the android was returning that first light touch of a kiss with interest, opening her mouth against Sam's, yielding against her. She found that her fingers were shaking as she began to pull at her armor, something inside her needing to relinquish that layer of protection. And she heard herself say: "You could always... make me your captive again..."

"Someone enjoys the feeling of the rope, I see," Sam teased as she watched Xata strip; and as more of that beautiful body was revealed once more it was clear Sam had quite the interest in the show. Slowly she tugged at her own collar, that small angled line once more bending like a dogear in a book and pulled apart an unseen seam in her armor, bands and rings parting as she exposed it back just enough to give a view of her cleaveage.

Once Xata was standing naked before her, Sam's hand went to the inside of her thigh and those fingers played along the android's false flesh.

"Though it seems you are already my captive. Are you sure you want that, to be mine to use and abuse as I please? For me to collar you as a belonging, as a pet?" Once more her tone was a playful teasing.

Am I sure I want it? Xata asked herself. But at Sam's touch -- those hands that could be so powerful, that could crush and defeat Dastardly Enemies, playing over her skin with incongruous gentleness -- she knew the answer.

"Yes..." it escaped her, a helpless little moan. She was trying to keep it quiet, to avoid disturbing the others, lost in their own thoughts, though none of them were slow on the uptake and they had to be noticing what was going on by now. It was a blessing, at least, that the group were so open about these things. That there were no traces of shame among them.

The thought of being watched sent an extra frisson of passion through her, and she shivered as Sam caressed her, the wetness growing between her quivering thighs, her sex pulsing, every inch of her tingling.

"Oh yes... I want to be yours, your plaything, your pet... anything you want me to be... I want the touch of the rope, the touch of your hands... I want you..."

Sam gave an amused chuckle as her armoured hand brushed upwards to Xata's nethers, fingers teasing around her lips and slowly spreading her. A single digit, cold from it's metal wrapping slipped into her and started stirring as it forced its way into her eager depths.

"Now, stay standing or I wouldn't be able to have my hand here." Sam noted, her hand playing her pet like a fiddle, pushing another finger into that wetness before curling them towards her, dragging them against the front wall and coaxing spikes of pleasure as she targeted those sensitive spots.

Xata's body quivered like a plucked string as she struggled to keep her feet. The waves of pleasure from those insouciant, invading fingers were already driving her toward the brink, faster than she could have dreamed possible. She bit her lip, moaned as she took the finger-fucking like an obedient pleasure doll, folding her hands behind her and arching her back to give Sam access to anything she wanted.

The feeling of vulnerability was total, like her whole body had become an exposed nerve. But there was a safety in it. It wasn't like the fear that haunted the quiet moments, the fear that she didn't let the others see. This was sweet abandon, the feeling of being vulnerable to someone whose strength and goodness would keep her safe. And the reality of that made her wetter, wetter with every inward stroke of those masterful digits, a quiet squelching emerging from her sex as it clutched at those sweet invaders with every inward stroke.

The android let out a little whimper, her eyes closed as her muscles tensed. Somehow it felt right to ask permission, and she was saying: "P - please... please... may I... may I come?"

"No." The order was firm and matched by those fingers slowing down, turning to a lighter caress before retreating entirely. "No, you don't get to go off so easily." She explained, her tone almost wicked before her hands grabbed Xata from the back of her thighs, lifting her weakened form from that awkward position and bringing her ontop of the amazon woman. Her knees were set to either side of Sam's head, Xata set down straddling the object of her desire.

"Now, enjoy it fully like a good girl." Sam said playfully, her tone kind and accented by the soft love bite she gave to the thigh next to her head. She raised her lips and kissed those soft lips before her, her tongue teasing up and down the length before delving in.

"Ohhhh..." Xata felt a touch of shyness at the way her hips bucked as Sam's tongue made contact.

Somehow, being forced to hold the orgasm at bay was only making the pleasure more intense. As the gorgeous warrior began to devour her quim, that tongue skilfully playing over her yearning slit, delving inside her, flicking up to lash her stiff clit, she had to clap her hands over her mouth at first to keep herself from crying out, from begging.

After a moment she had to give up on trying to stifle the sounds of desire that came from inside her throat. She moaned again, found herself saying Sam's name over and over, chanting it like a mantra of passion. She released her hands to reach down and played with her pert breasts, tugging gently at her own nipples and feeling the pleasure heighten as she writhed under that expert tongue. She was whimpering, yearning for the climax building inside her like the pressure behind a dam, thrashing her head back and forth as her hips bucked and squirmed and slathered her dripping sex all over her lover's face.

Desperately obedient, she tried to keep the explosion of climax at bay... but her resistance was crumbling, moment by moment.

Sam pulled back, both from knowing just how close her pet was to breaking her order and for the very human need to breathe.

"Come, my pet. Let it wash over you," she ordered as her hands took a firm hold on Xata's hips, holding her down tightly to Sam's mouth as she pushed her tongue once more deep inside her captive, dragging it against the soft mound inside and out to flick at that erect clit, alternating her pleasurable assault.

She couldn't fight it any longer. Sam's words of permission went through her like a bolt of raw sexual power. As that tongue delved into her and flicked her clit, again and again, Xata went rigid, taking handfuls of her own hair and writhing as the moment came closer... closer... closer....

"Ahhh-haaahhh!"

Little glitches played across the inside of her eyelids, stray pieces of data firing this way and that as the orgasm tore through her in wave after wave, her juices sluicing out to anoint Sam's beautiful features as she drew the pleasure out with that sure, deft touch, playing her pet like an instrument of pleasure, clearly revelling in her cries of release as her stomach muscles clenched in rhythm with the climax bursting from her sex. It seemed to last for a sweet eternity... and she chose to let it feel that way, ignoring the voice of her precise internal chronometer in favour of that subjective time that let the golden moment of release suspend her in its glow.

At last the waves pulled back. She was gasping, looking at Sam's face bright with her spend, and saying: "Thank you... thank you... can your pet return the favor?"

Sam held her partner down to her lips as pleasure caused Xata to writhe in place and drank her as she climaxed. That tongue didn't stop, instead dragged her orgasm out and prevented her from falling back to her senses for as long as her mind would allow. Sated and grinning like a cat Sam pulled back and took a deep breath as Xata returned to her body and gave her the moment to ask her question.

"Your Mistress would enjoy that." Sam said as her hand went behind Xata and to the seam in the armor. Once more Sam pulled at it, revealing more of her toned body until that line of exposed flesh reached far enough down to reveal her shaft, letting her hardness snap free from being tucked between her legs, her balls once more dropping free from their confines and covering her own wet slit.

"Please me, pet."

"By Mistress' command."

Xata's eyes glowed with delight as she wriggled around onto her belly, now draped lengthwise across Sam's body as she took that magnificent prick in hand, revelling in the tumescent heat of it as she stroked it. She took in breath for the purpose of feathering it over the bulging head of that remarkable and fascinating organ, watching the head swell and a drop of pre-cum leak from its tip. She darted forward and delved her tongue into that little slit, gathering up that pearl of fluid and enjoying its flavour on her tongue as she spat on her hand and began to wank Sam's cock, slowly, luxuriantly.

Turnabout was fair play. The pet wanted to tease her Mistress a little, and she didn't begin to suck. Not just yet. She wanted Sam to want it. She stroked that hard organ, lavished it with little kisses that was almost have been chaste if it weren't for their anatomical location. As one wet hand made its journey up and down, up and down that throbbing, pulsing shaft, the other explored a little lower, toying with the hanging balls, kneading them very, very gently in rhythm with the motion of her other hand.

She kissed the tip of Sam's cock, drew out and tasted another little pearl of pre-cum and said: "Does Mistress like?"

Though Sam projected the idea that she was in total control of this, there were the signs that Xata was getting exactly what she wanted from this. Sam's shaft twitched in pleasure to the sweet kisses and caresses, her hips jerking softly even as she tried to hold herself still. Her own breathing started to turn heavy as she forced back the moaning that wanted to escape her lips.

She wasn't going to just let her pet play with her like this and be passive. She gave a sharp smack to Xata's rear before groping her ass.

"Planning on taking your time? Or is my pet going to actually suck on a cock today?" Sam snided, though her desire was heavy in her tone, and she followed up with the order: "Lips to the head, and take it into your throat as deep as you can."

Sam was already being a bit evil. Her hand didn't stop at just groping Xata's butt; rather a gloved finger pressed to her tight star, working the ring of muscle and threatening to force its way in.

"Mmmm-hmmmm..." Xata moaned with lust as she felt Sam groping her, felt the probing at the aperture of her tight sphincter. In obedience to Mistress' command -- and feeling a thrill of desire in her pussy as the sting from that peremptory smack on her ass diffused into a pleasing warmth -- she opened up and took the cock in her mouth. She shoved down on it with a ravenous hunger as profound as her former teasing had been playful, burying it to the hilt, her throat opening and flexing around it as those big balls tickled her nose.

She began to hum musically as she began to lunge her salivating mouth up and down the length of Sam's prick, continuing to knead her balls as she worked as much of that organ down her gullet as she could manage. She suspended the need for breath now, bobbing with tireless enthusiasm and wriggling in delight as she felt the pressure at her asshole begin to transition into penetration.

With her free hand she continued to explore... and found the length of Sam's slit under the cover of those bulging testicles, beginning to run her fingers along it in tandem with the hand working at the balls draped over it as she sucked.

Sam moaned at the blissful feeling of that tight tunnel swallowing her shaft, from the bulbous head to the thick base it twitched against it's confines. Pleasure spiked as the flared ridge was dragged against Xata's throat due to her pulling back and plunging the shaft into her once more. Sam was delighted with the fonding of her heavy balls, content as she felt herself inching closer to her limit, being driven by the dutiful partner she had ensnared.

Sam didn't leave herself idle though, her finger suddenly penetrated that tight ass and held itself there, let the feeling become acustomed before starting to slowly pump in and out, to prepare and train it for future use and abuse.

Her focus was broken when a surprise sensation shocked her, her finger suddenly curling in Xata's ass as that hand that rested on her rear instantly took a hard grab of her flesh. Seems that the mistress was a bit sensitive there, that Xata had discovered a weak point.

Xata glowed with pleasure as she felt the cock twitch in her throat, the finger delving into her yielding rectum as she relaxed to accept it, delighting in the crude sensation... and in the way that finger curled and Sam's body tensed as her pet's fingers found that sensitive, vulnerable slit.

She teased it as she sucked, moaned as the finger violating her arsehole probed deeper, stretching her, and decided to exploit the pleasurable chink she'd discovered in Sam's armour of dominance. She broke off sucking for a moment to gasp: "It seems Mistress likes a little something else, too..."

A moment later she was ramming the prick back down her throat almost brutally, wriggling with delight as she did it. As she gently squeezed and gathered up those delightful balls with one hand, she explored the sensitivity of that revealed second sex with the other, delving an exploratory finger in and beginning to pump it gently in and out in time with the sloppy suck-job she was lavishing on her lover's pulsating organ.

"Why- you- oh that's it," Sam responded, words starting to fail her as that finger explored her tight slit. She was pushed closer to her climax and she could feel it rapidly approaching from the dual assault on her shaft and nethers, and she embraced it, sought it. She forced a second finger into Xata's rear, spreading her further as they fucked her harder, as a hand took a tight hold around her head and controlled her bobbing. Sam's hips raised up to meet those tender lips as she face fucked her pet.

"Don't stop, deeper! More!" she ordered as she felt herself approach her limit, her balled flexed and shaft swelled as it started to fill with her seed. Precum continued to well at the tip and gave Xata a sign of what was about to be released into her throat. Her body was being used and abused, her ass ravaged by those fingers, her throat taken by that cock, and soon her stomach would be filled with her mistress's thick spunk.

Xata tensed up, feeling delightfully full fore and aft as Sam took control of her mouth's rhythm, fucking her throat as a second finger stretched her asshole. Even without direct stimulation she felt her pussy about to cream again even as she finger-fucked Sam's slit deliriously, bringing a second finger of her own to bear as the ptich of their wild romp built toward a climax. She felt Sam's cock twitching and swelling, her slit growing wetter, and the android put everything she had into bringing her over the edge, all thoughts of teasing long gone as the moment of completion came at both of them.

She savored Sam's cry of pleasure and the first hot jet of spunk that erupted into her throat, the balls pulsing and the slit clenching around her delving fingers as her Mistress went over the edge. She drank and drank as bullet after bullet of creamy spend slid down her gullet, pulled back to catch the last few splashes of it against her cheek and chin as she cried out with the pleasure of the anal rifling and felt Sam's magnificent body go rigid with the multivalent passions tearing through her... through them both.

She pulled her fingers free and chased Sam's thick, sticky load with the flavour of her sweet slit as she licked it off her digits. "Thank you, Mistress," she whispered contentedly. "Your pet is Duly Relieved."