Malla docked at the hangar. She was so relieved to turn the ship off that she burst into tears. Tears for Captain Krevnoy, who’d been cocky and confident despite her concerned warnings when he'd agreed to take her medallion as a decoy. Tears for his crew. Tears for her lost medallion. Tears for her suicidal solo trip of the last four hours. Tears of exhaustion.
She’d hacked the Team’s file. She’d spent four million credits of Allied money buying Bren-Bren’s fighter pod. She’d done her own navigation. Well, with the ship’s help. She’d only had to correct course seven times. She’d plotted with Krevnoy, and with Bren-Bren, and worked things out in her own head. She found it hard to comprehend that it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since she’d woken in her cozy room at her Base, a server-in-training.
She’d made it. She’d outwitted her Team’s enemies, and now that she was here, her real work would begin. They’d need her immediately, even though they wouldn’t be expecting her. Shaking, gasping on ragged breaths, she brought herself under control.
The ship had no lav, and she had to pee something fierce. It wasn’t meant for interstellar distance travel. She went to her case, and took out a refresher kit. After washing her face with a damp freshening pad, she brushed her hair and fastened it back at her neck. Her breath definitely needed a squirt, and the mint stung. She straightened her rumpled traveling dress, and put her stiff, protective server cloak on. It had already saved her life once, and had paved the way with Bren-Bren. She debated leaving her case on board, but decided not to. It had been a tumultuous trip, and she’d needed it several times. Leashing it on her wrist, she stood in the small cockpit and tried to center herself. Service. Servers served. Never fear their hunger. Embrace it. Serve and be served
Malla went to the sealed door and opened her end. There was a pop, and a twinge of vertigo as the pressure adjusted. She was surprised to see the station door was still closed as well. She pressed the release bar, and stepped back. The door cycled open with a hiss.
Standing in the doorway were two fully armored Luo soldiers. A large, unusually empty hangar stretched out beyond them. The right-hand helmet tipped to the side, almost quizzically. The other even bigger soldier said, “Fuck me.” His voice was distorted by the filter on the full cranium helmet. Both of the men holstered their weapons at the same time.
Malla sized them up. Her image reflected back at her in the shiny surface of their black visors, looking tiny. Be brave. Be bold.
“Greetings, Grady, Shon. Sorry I’m late.” She cringed at the inadequate words, and added, rather lamely, “It’s nice to meet you.”
One of the men pressed a sequence into his comlink at his wrist and his visor cleared. She’d been right. It was Shon on the right. His black eyes seemed to pierce right through her. He was visibly shocked. “Malla?”
“Reporting for one month’s trial, sir. I understand you’ve had a bit of a tough run.”
The other, larger soldier let out an enormous “You’re alive!” He rushed her with his arms outstretched.
Horrified, Malla whipped her mag case at him with a snap of her wrist, cowering back, crying, “Stop
He froze not a meter away, clutching her mag case in his arms like a ball. Standing stiffly, his voice rumbled from his helmet. “I beg your pardon.”
Shaking from the near miss, Malla lifted her hand to her neck and undid the cloak’s seal. “No, it’s not that. I’ve just had a bit of trouble on the trip here, and I lost my medallion, and my cloak is on full array. Even your armor might not have been enough.” She let it fall to the floor around her, and shook off the wrist leash. “But now that you’re here, I won’t need it anymore.” She stepped out of the folds, and went right up to the large man.
Laying her hand on his arm, she said, “What are you doing here? You’re injured, both of you. You should be resting.”
He dropped her poor mag case to the side, causing it to bounce once with a clang before settling on its axis. Then he grabbed her up and crushed her in a giant hug. Malla got a distorted view of her astonished face in his visor before she was wrapped in a clutch of stiff body armor that smelled of antiseptic.
When his grip slackened, she turned her head and saw Shon had stepped up to them.
His helmet hung from his fingers, thick black hair mussed, those black eyes still piercing her. His eyes moved across her face with desperate disbelief. “You, woman, are a Spirit-sent miracle. I can’t believe you made it.”
She gave a shaky smile, laying her head on Grady’s chest. “You better believe it. Because I came here for you.”
She meant her words to be a bit of banter, and was surprised by his reaction. His head jerked back as if he’d been hit, and his eyes went wide. Then a mask came down over his face, his eyes flat and distant. Her smile faded.
She pulled a hand out from Grady’s surrounding arms and reached out to him. “Shon, I’m here, and I’m glad. Let’s get all of you taken care of, and then we can talk.”
He stared at her for another beat, then stared at her outstretched hand. His shot out inhumanly fast and gripped hers hard, the armor cold and thick. His eyes met hers again, and there was something there. A hint of his prior disbelief, and a hint of aching hunger.
Then she squeaked as Grady dipped and abruptly she was tossed into his arms, cradled, with her legs awkward and stiff in the air, her outer arm flailing as it pulled out of Shon’s grip. She reached and grabbed at Grady’s neck.
“Let’s go, Shon. Now.” Grady’s voice rumbled out of his echo-y helmet, quivering with eagerness.
It became clear to her that they hadn’t known it was her and hadn’t trusted the incoming ship when they had to go through an odd security protocol at the station entrance. But then they were past the ogling humans, with Grady nearing a run after a few moments. Joggled and jiggled, Malla gasped a laugh. It was rather exhilarating being carried by such a massive strength. His momentum was a little alarming. Finally, he let her slide to the ground in front of a door surrounded with security measures.
Shon opened the outer door and they all stepped into a vestibule. They went through more security, and they entered a living area. He turned back to the door and retriggered more security, then tossed the leash to her mag case down. Both men let out an enormous sigh of relief.
Shon looked at her. “You’re safe now.”
Malla looked at his intense face and felt a weight lift off her shoulders. Everything that had come before was set aside. Everything about to come she welcomed. She was here, with her men. Despite seeing their stats in their files, they were bigger than she’d imagined. Her fingers itched with the desire to trace the line of Shon’s jaw. His lips were full and red, eye-catching in his black and tan face. Her nipples tightened. Those lips were hers.
The far door opened across the lounge. A lovely, tiny blonde came out in a pink lingerie set.
“Oh!” The blonde was at first surprised, then crumpled to the floor in tears.
Grady ripped off his helmet and gloves, while Shon hurried to her, kneeling and gathering her up. He murmured to her, but her hiccupping sobs were clear.
“Finally, a new server! Oh Shon, I’m so sorry. I’m just so tired, so very, very tired. And I knew I wasn’t enough, and it was awful, and I’ve been so worried…” She trailed off into an earnest cry then. Malla noticed she was pretty even in her meltdown.
Grady had gotten his upper armor off and opened his lower armor, but left it to hurry to her. Both men huddled around the exhausted server, praising her and calming her. Shon stood with her clinging to his neck.
“I’ll take her to her room.” He hesitated, looking from Malla to Grady.
“Does she need anything?” Malla asked.
Shon glanced at her and shook his head.
“Then Grady and I will be in his room.”
Grady looked at her, and his blue eyes were so much more eerie and pure than in his photo. “You’ll do that? No formalities?”
“What formality could possibly be worth Vel’s life?”
Grady tugged frantically at his lower armor, peeling it down his hips. He threw himself into one of the soft blue chairs in the room and tugged at his boots.
“Ummm, there is one thing, Grady.”
He froze, staring at her with those desperate eyes.
“I really need to pee first.”
“Down the hall, third on the right.”
Malla skirted him warily as he tugged at his shirt while trying to kick his boots off with his feet. She scurried down the hall, wondering where Shon had disappeared to. She ducked into the lav and peed. Sighing with relief, she shrugged out of her crumpled dress. It stank of fear. She found a sanitizer and washed up. She was just leaning over to drink out of the sink, when the door chirped a lock override and opened.
Grady filled the door entirely. He was nude and erect, his creamy skin a backdrop for a swollen erection. His blond hair glimmered around his balls and stiff dick. He was the largest of the team, and his dick matched his size. He was huge, looking even more enormous out of his armor. The fresh red scar on his ribs matched his erection, but the bruising around it was obscene. He’d carried her with that injury?
“Malla, are you sure?”
“I’m eager, Grady. To serve you and heal you.”
Malla watched him, cautious of his clenching fists and pumping chest.
“The sink. Go back over the sink.” His voice was so low the words were a slurred rumble.
Her heart seized, and her cunt gushed, clutching in preparation. This was it. This was real. A flush swept up her chest and neck. She slowly bent, closing the sink basin, and resting her forearms on the counter. It was low enough that her back leveled out with her hips. She arched her back, pushing away from her elbows to let her breasts hang freely beyond the edge. She widened her stance, swung her hips.
“Like this, Grady?”
He entered the lav, and the door shushed closed behind him. He kicked at the toilet, sending it up into the wall. He stood behind her and stared at her open legs. She watched him in the mirrored wall in front of her. A tremor ran through him.
“Grady, touch my lips. Take my cream and put it on you.”
He froze. After a long moment, he took a ragged breath and reached out a giant hand. His fingers were hot as they gently glided around her hole. Feathering touches glanced along her folds.
“That cream is for you, Grady. Use it.”
He stopped, licked his lips. Then he slowly, oh so softly, sent one thick finger into her. Her vagina spasmed around it, clenching and rippling. More cream gushed down to christen it, to ease along her thighs. The first touch. Her Grady
. He pumped very delicately, once. He withdrew his hand and while he held himself with his other hand, painted his tip with glistening cream.
“That’s good, Grady. It’s enough. Now come to me.” It was like encouraging a skittish, half-starved animal.
He dragged his eyes away from her bottom and met her eyes in the mirror. “You don’t deserve this.”
“Vel needs you, Grady. Let me feed you.”
He angled himself down and set his cock to her hole. The touch of him against her wet folds was searingly hot. Her knees shook with excitement. Oh, the look on his face as she watched him standing behind her. He stared down at her ass with awe and need and wonder. Grady, her Grady. This was no training exercise. She needed
to heal him. Her urgency was so strong she trembled.
“Grady. Look at me.” She kept her voice quiet. He looked up and met her gaze in the mirror again. The intensity of his eyes softened.
“Grady, my name is Malla, and I am here for you. Use me. I will not fail you or Vel.”