Imperfect Partners by Ann Jacobs Page A

demonstrating, as all pleasure slaves on Obsidion must do, that he had no seed sac. He proudly showed her the evidence of his castration, proof of his safety as a sex partner—his inability to pass on the mutant gene—beyond the medical certification form she had seen him hand to Conan before taking off his robe.
    Conan stepped away a moment and then returned with a vial of something fragrant. It smelled exotic, its aroma surprisingly arousing. He dribbled a small amount of the slick, oily substance onto Nebula’s nipples, her belly, her mound. A s though the two had orchestrated this sensual dance ahead of time, Ulric began to rub the oil into her skin, heating her. A rousing her as she hadn’t been aroused in what seemed like forever.
    Conan used his tongue to wet her slit and then slid it deep into her cunt. It felt slick, wet and ever so arousing. Nebula squirmed against her bonds, needing more of his expert stimulation. A s if he knew what she wanted, Conan ringed her asshole briefly and then made his way to her throbbing clit. He took it between his teeth and sucked it as though it were a tiny cock. With big, calloused hands, he warmed her inner thighs as he used his thumbs to spread her outer lips.
    “Come for me, my beautiful slave,” Conan growled against her flesh.
    Ulric used his fingers to pluck her nipples into tight, hard points. He kneaded her breasts and belly and claimed her mouth with his tongue. Gods, but she wanted to do as her Master ordered and experience the joys again that until now had lived only in her fading memories.
    She lay there, wanting, on the brink. That moment of release still wouldn’t happen for her, though, no matter how hard she tried. “I can’t,” she cried when the sex slave released her mouth.
    Conan blew on her clit, sending small waves of sensation through her. It was as though her cells remembered but couldn’t replicate the overwhelming need, the pressure she remembered from the times before her surgery. So close, yet she felt nothing more than a twinge of remembered ecstasy. “Perhaps the hormone will not work for me. It doesn’t matter, as long as I can give you pleasure.” Conan groaned, but he lifted his head and smeared some glistening lubricant first on his cock and then on Ulric’s. A t Conan’s command, Ulric raised the platform where Nebula lay until it held her upright. Then he moved behind her and positioned his cock at the entrance to her anus. Conan moved close to her body, his massive chest flush against her tingling nipples. The heat from his glowing cock seared her where it nestled, poised to fill her cunt. Ulric slid his arms around her and began to tug at her nipples rhythmically, while Conan slid his hands down to cup her ass.
    Between them they executed an assault on her slowly awakening senses.
    “Open to us.” Conan sank his oiled cock into her cunt until his pelvis rested against her slit. Then he spread her ass cheeks and inserted first one lubricated finger, then two, into her resistant rear hole. A sensation of heat, of excitement began slowly, grew stronger with each gentle probing. “You can take a cock here, too.”
    Nebula fought the urge to tighten up when she felt Conan pressing the blunt head of Ulric’s shaft against her, demanding she let him in.
    Conan’s cock throbbed in her cunt. Ulric’s stretched her ass. Conan kneaded her ass cheeks, his touch firm yet gentle, an arousing reminder that only her mouth stayed free. Empty. She licked her lips, whether in invitation or to ease a sudden dryness she couldn’t say.
    Her lovers thrust and withdrew in tandem, setting up a delicious friction. Her skin burned. Sensations assailed her as though suddenly a dam had burst inside her, setting all those suppressed desires free. “Oh gods, please fuck me harder.” Tears ran down her cheeks as the first wave of ecstasy attacked her.
    She wanted to swallow up the pulsating flesh within her. She wanted to grasp Conan’s well-muscled