The pavilion wasn’t overcrowded, just some mid-shift lull. A few dozen Liberty Union personnel were in the food court, chowing down and chatting amongst each other. The lights overhead cast a golden spill across the modular seating and the constant hum of the ventilation grid masked most casual voices.

  Violet stood watching Veolo fidget with a spoon as she sat perched on the edge of a bench. Amalia leaned against a support strut nearby with her arms folded, the three of them half-hidden behind one of the vendor counters.

  Amalia shifted her weight and muttered, “Are you sure about this, Violet? Something tells me Aurania might get upset, you know how she gets about him.”

  “Yeah, I know but it’s fucking weird,” Violet sighed. “Maybe we should just continue without him.”

  Veolo spoke up, clipped and bitter. “His loss anyway. If he was actually interested, he’d have shown up by now.”

  Poor girl has been feening for the big guy for a while now, can hear the frustration in her voice.

  Violet began casually making her way toward the aft access corridor followed by Veolo and her sister. Once out of the pavilion, they moved fast without trying to look like they were rushing. She didn't want to draw unnecessary attention. They weren't exactly supposed to be down in this area of the ship, so every now and then they would stop to casually chat or take a quick detour to avoid risky areas. The light got dimmer as they passed into a lower section of the deck, unused for most ship personnel.

  Once, as they were doubling back, they almost ran into someone rounding a corner and Violet quickly grabbed the other two, ducking through a door nearby. Luckily, the room was empty. After a few moments, Violet peeked out and saw no one. As they made their way back into the hallway, someone Violet recognized rounded the far corner and made their way over to them.

  “Oh hey!” Violet said to the human woman. Turning to Veolo and Amalia, she said, “This is Liz. She’ll be joining us tonight.”

  “Pleasure to meet you,” Liz said. “Come on, we shouldn’t take too long or the guys I rounded up will think we’re just pranking them.”

  “Guys?” Veolo asked as they started following Liz. “As in plural?”

  “Fuck yeah, Vi!” Amalia started skipping with excitement.

  “Don’t get too excited,” Violet told her sister. “You’re on guard duty first.”

  “So?” Amalia was undeterred. “That just means they’ll last longer when it’s my turn.”

  Veolo groaned nervously. It wasn’t her first time being intimate with someone, but she likely hadn’t done anything in a group setting like this.

  A couple minutes later the three lacravida stood in a spacious room with Liz and three enlisted Liberty Union men—all humans in their late twenties by the look of it. One was tall and broad-shouldered, hair cropped short and jaw dusted with stubble. Another had a wiry frame, dark eyes, and a grin that seemed permanently half-cocked. The third looked younger than the others, nervous energy buzzing under his skin as he tried not to stare too hard at her.

  “Shit, Liz,” the man with dark eyes said. “We were starting to think you were just messing with us.”

  “Told you,” Liz muttered.

  “I assume you’ve all been told the plan?” Violet asked loudly.

  The three men nodded excitedly, wide grins appearing on their faces.

  “Good.” Violet turned to Amalia. “Ok, go keep watch.”

  Amalia’s gaze lingered on the men as she turned. “Don’t wear them out too much before I get a turn.” She slipped out of the door.

  Violet turned back to the group. “Alright, I don’t know how much time we have but I want to make the most of it.” She grabbed Veolo’s hand and made her way over to the men. “Which one you want?”

  Veolo hesitated, eyes flicking between the three men. Poor thing was wound tighter than a loaded spring. Violet squeezed her hand. “Don’t overthink it. Just pick the one you want to climb first.”

  Veolo gave her a look, half glare, half pleading for backup. But then her gaze landed on the youngest of the three—lanky, soft-looking, probably fresh out of boot camp—and something clicked behind her eyes. “That one.”

  The guy blinked, then grinned like he’d just won the lottery.

  Violet gave Veolo a little shove forward. “Go on, break him in.”

  She walked stiffly at first, like she was trying not to bolt—or maybe not pounce.

  Violet turned her attention to the other two men, pulling her loose robe top off as she approached. Her massive breasts bounced slightly from the motion and her targets stared blindly. “You boys ready?”

  One of them nodded eagerly and let out an excited, “Yeah.”

  She smirked and reached for his collar, yanking him into a kiss. The other moved behind her, hands already skimming her hips.

  Off to her side, she heard Veolo say, “You don’t have to talk. Just stay where I put you.”

  That’s more like it, Violet thought. She risked a glance over at them.

  Veolo already had him pinned to one of the bulkhead panels, her hand flat against his chest. He wasn’t resisting. If anything, he looked like he was praying for his life and loving every second of it.

  Good girl.

  The mouth of the man in front of her went to her chest, hungrily latching onto her nipple.

  “Alright,” she breathed, voice sultry and commanding. “Let’s see who finishes first—me, or her.”

  The guy behind Violet was already tugging her lower robes off, his breath hot on her neck. She let him, shifting her weight just enough to help, while the one in front suckled like he was starving and she was his last meal. She leaned back with a satisfied exhale, catching another glance at Veolo.

  The poor bastard she picked was shirtless now and Veolo had climbed into his lap. He was flat on the floor, back pressed against the cool metal plating, her thighs straddling his legs while she pinned both his wrists overhead with one hand. Her other hand was under his waistband. His eyes were wide, mouth slack.

  The man on Violet’s breast moaned into her, making her arch with a soft growl.

  “Easy, sweetheart,” she cooed, dragging his face back up to hers and biting his bottom lip. “You cum too fast and I’ll swap you out.”

  He whimpered, nodding.

  The one behind her was less patient. He gripped her hips and pressed himself forward, erection straining against his pants as he rubbed against her backside. She ground back into him, giving him just enough friction to keep him desperate.

  “Gods, I wanna taste you,” the man behind said, voice thick with hunger.

  Violet smirked and purred, “Ask nicely.”

  “I—fuck—please,” he groaned.

  “Good boy.”

  She turned her head and let him kiss her—messy, uncoordinated, hungry as hell. He tasted like cinnamon gum and tension.

  Then she heard a sharp cry from Veolo’s corner. Not pain.

  Release.

  Violet pulled back from the kiss just long enough to glance over.

  Veolo had one hand braced against the floor as she rode him hard and fast, sweat glistening along her chest, her silver hair starting to mat at the edges. The poor guy beneath her looked like he was teetering on the brink of spiritual ascension—or cardiac arrest.

  “Fucking hell,” Liz muttered nearby.

  Violet turned and spotted her, leaning against the wall, arms folded and biting her lip.

  “Oh no,” Violet said with a grin. She stepped away from her partners and walked toward Liz. “You’re not just gonna watch.”

  Liz held up her hands, feigning innocence. “Hey, I brought the goods, didn’t I?”

  “Mmhm.” Violet grabbed her offered hands and pinned them to the wall above her head. Then she stuck her tongue in the girl’s mouth.

  Liz moaned back into her.

  Violet broke the kiss after several moments and her hands went to work. She looked over her shoulder while stripping Liz’s clothing.

  “Well?” Violet asked, and shook her ass at the two men. “Do I need to go fuck myself or are you useful for something?”

  The taller one—stubble jaw, thick arms—was already stepping forward, palming himself through his uniform pants.

  “Right answer,” Violet muttered, then bent at the waist, pulling Liz with her so the girl spun around to face the wall. She gave Liz’s ass a firm slap and Liz gasped, knees wobbling.

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  “You,” Violet pointed back without looking. “Get in front of her. Use your mouth.”

  The wiry one practically sprinted around to face Liz, dropping to his knees. Violet smirked and pushed two fingers into Liz as she braced harder against the wall.

  The taller man knelt behind Violet, large hands running reverently up her thighs. “Gods, you’re... perfect.”

  “I know,” she said flatly. “Show me what that mouth can do other than run.”

  His tongue found her fast—eager, a little sloppy, but desperate to please. She let her weight settle back, riding his face just enough to grind the edge off her own growing need.

  Veolo gasped behind her, breathy and sharp.

  Violet looked back and saw her friend slumped over the still-twitching body of the boot camp kid, one leg stretched out, the other bent under her as she caught her breath. He looked... wrecked. Dripping with sweat and still clutching at the floor like gravity had betrayed him.

  Veolo looked up and met Violet’s eyes. For just a second, she looked stunned—then grinned, slow and wicked.

  “Still hungry?” Violet called.

  Veolo stood up—naked, flushed, glistening between the thighs—and started walking toward the others like a lioness choosing her next meal.

  The man beneath Violet groaned as he buried his tongue deeper.

  “Oh fuck,” Violet hissed, rocking back against his face and pushing Liz tighter against the wall with the fingers inside her. Violet's other hand slid down her own body, just to feel the wetness slicked across her inner thighs.

  The man licking Violet was torn away as Veolo reached him. Violet was too focused on Liz to see what happened—but she heard fabric tear and a moment later the man excitedly yelled, “Holy shit!”

  Liz was gasping now, completely unraveling between Violet’s grip and the wiry guy’s tongue.

  Violet pressed her mouth to Liz’s neck, biting just enough to leave a mark, and grinned when the girl whimpered.

  “Come on,” she whispered. “Cum for me like a good girl.”

  Liz shuddered, her legs barely keeping her upright. The man kneeling in front of her was devouring her, and as Violet curled her fingers to apply pressure—the girl came. Hard.

  Liz collapsed, boneless and panting, her legs sliding out from under her until she hit the floor in a sweaty heap. Violet knelt beside her, brushing damp strands from her flushed face.

  “You alive?” Violet teased.

  Liz let out a breathless laugh. “Barely.”

  “Good.”

  Without another word, Violet straddled her and leaned down until their noses nearly touched. Liz’s breath hitched. Violet smiled.

  Then she kissed her—slow and deep. The taste of Liz’s tongue felt electric. Liz moaned into her mouth and slid her hands up Violet’s ample chest, fingers gripping like she never wanted to let go.

  Footsteps shuffled behind them—then strong hands found Violet’s waist.

  “Shit,” the wiry one panted. “You’re unreal.”

  Violet broke the kiss and looked back over her shoulder, grinning.

  “You here to talk or fuck?”

  He didn’t waste the invite. She felt the blunt pressure of him press up against her entrance—then a hard thrust as he buried himself inside. Violet moaned loudly, her body rocking forward from the force of it. Liz gasped beneath her, the sound vibrating between them.

  He grabbed her hips at first—then, impulsively, reached up and grabbed both of her ponytails like handlebars.

  “Ohhh, you dirty little—” Violet’s voice broke as he yanked back. She arched her back and cried out.

  Their bodies found rhythm fast—flesh slapping flesh as the man rode her. Violet’s mouth hung open and her eyes glazed over as she let herself get lost in the experience. She felt Liz’s mouth latch onto her breast and Violet almost came from the sensation.

  Veolo groaned somewhere nearby. The boot camp kid might’ve still been breathing. Violet didn’t care. Her world was heat, slick skin, and the rough tug of her hair as the guy behind her lost his mind trying to keep up.

  Violet braced herself over Liz, arms trembling, sweat dripping from her skin as the man behind her pounded harder. He was getting sloppy now—hips stuttering, breath ragged, too close to hold back.

  She clenched around him on purpose, just to tip him over the edge.

  “Oh—fuck—!” he gasped, then let go of one ponytail. She felt a hand on the back of her head, fingers running through her hair—then he grabbed. He cried out and came inside her, hips grinding desperately as his orgasm tore loose.

  Violet moaned, half from the sensation, half from the weight of Liz sucking harder at her nipple in response. The combination was nearly too much. The man’s grip faltered, one hand falling to her hip while the other stayed tangled in her hair. His forehead rested against her back, sweat-slick and breathless. Violet just smiled against Liz’s mouth and kissed her again as the guy behind her collapsed to his knees, spent and gasping.

  From the corner of her eye, Violet saw Veolo standing there—one foot up on the bench, tall and statuesque, watching the aftermath with flushed cheeks. A thick glob of release dripped out of her—and almost as if responding—Violet’s body clenched, pushing a spurt out of her as well.

  “Not a bad first round,” Violet said to Veolo.

  She stood up. “Here, take Liz with you and go get more out of boot camp boy.”

  As Veolo led Liz away, Violet heard voices outside the door.

  She walked over and opened it.

  It was Aurania and Soren, talking with Amalia.

  “Oh, hey boss,” Violet said casually, then glanced Soren up and down. “You showed after all. Wanna join?”

  Soren stared at her like she’d spoken in a different language. His mouth opened slightly. Then closed. Then opened again. “I—uh—no. I’m—thank you? But no.”

  Aurania gave him a sidelong glance.

  One of the men inside groaned.

  Aurania folded her arms. “How many people from the LU did you ask for help?”

  Amalia’s eyes darted away. “Uhh, a couple.”

  Then the sound of something knocking over echoed through the door followed by a gasp from Liz.

  Amalia grinned awkwardly.

  Violet smirked and shrugged. “Sorry but not sorry. I don’t like to just watch.” Then she left them there, pulling the door closed behind her.

  Violet exhaled deeply—half exasperation, half arousal.

  She looked across the room.

  Boot camp boy was having the time of his life, caught in a pile of flesh and limbs that was Liz and Veolo.

  Violet turned to Veolo’s last target, who was seated on the floor catching his breath.

  “You,” she said, already walking toward him, her fingers combing back her loosened hair. “Lie down.”

  He obeyed instantly, eyes wide again. She knelt beside him, then lowered herself, crawling between his legs. One hand steadied his thigh, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft. Still warm. Still hard enough.

  Good.

  She leaned in and ran her tongue slowly up the underside, savoring the salty taste of Veolo’s slick mixed with his own release. He flinched—too sensitive. She smirked and sucked him clean anyway, methodical and thorough. Behind her, the man who’d just finished inside her stirred from where he’d collapsed against the bench.

  “Damn…” he muttered, rubbing his face and wiping sweat from his brow.

  Violet didn’t look back. She just rocked her hips slightly and spoke over her shoulder. “Stop wasting time and get over here.”

  A pause.

  Then footsteps.

  As she kept working her mouth around the man’s tip, she felt the shift of weight behind her—the warm breath, the hungry presence. A second later, his hands slid over her hips again.

  She felt him lay his length along her ass, sliding it back and forth for a moment, then he pulled back and lined himself up.

  Violet pressed her ass back into him and he slid inside with a sharp groan.

  Violet moaned around the cock in her mouth, the vibrations making the man whimper. She braced one hand against the floor, the other cupping under his balls, while the man behind her set a pace that was somehow even rougher than before.

  They quickly found a brutal rhythm—the man in front’s hips twitching beneath her as she worked him over with lips and tongue, and the other man’s cock slamming into her from behind with a wet smack on every thrust. Violet’s body rocked in time between the two, caught in the press of muscle and heat, sweat dripping from her neck, her hair hanging loose and wild across her face. Her moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth, but they came steady—low, throaty, hungry.

  The man behind began rubbing his thumb across her asshole and Violet’s eyes rolled back with pleasure. He began to apply pressure as he massaged, probing and asking for entry. Violet didn’t have time or feel the need to pull the cock out of her mouth and say yes, so she just rocked her hips with proper timing when he applied pressure again.

  And his thumb slipped inside.

  Violet let out a throaty groan around the cock as she felt herself cumming. The man continued to fuck her from behind, but the one in her mouth lost the fight, sending a hot load into Violet’s throat. The feeling made Violet’s orgasm intensify and she just buried her nose to the man’s pubic bone as he continued to throb.

  The man behind her was still riding with a steady rhythm. Violet finally pulled her mouth off of the man in front of her and let out a satisfied gasp. That’s when the finger in her ass receded and its owner slowed a bit. “Are you open to…?” He didn’t finish the question, but she knew what he was asking.

  Violet rolled her eyes and let out an exhausted, “Sure.”

  She felt him slow completely, then he withdrew. For a brief second, her body ached at the sudden emptiness—hot, stretched, and pulsing.

  Then—

  She felt the tip, applying pressure where his thumb had been.

  He pressed forward, thick and hard, and Violet gasped like it punched the breath out of her.

  Her nails scraped the floor.

  “Fuck,” she choked. “That is something else.”

  He groaned behind her, hands clamping down on her hips. Then he got cocky and spanked her once. “You like that?”

  She tried to answer but found it hard to speak while being repeatedly speared in the ass. Her whole body shuddered as he filled her again, deeper than before, stretching her open somewhere no one had dared touch in far too long. Her legs threatened to give out. The only thing holding her up was his grip and the stunned, blissed-out tremor that lit every nerve in her core.

  “Harder,” she whimpered.

  He obliged—slamming into her again. She cried out, not from pain—but from that sharp, delicious rush of fullness that sent sparks crawling up her spine. Every thrust sent a fresh wave crashing through her, and by the time he grabbed a fistful of her hair again, she was already shaking.

  He pulled, arching her back up to him—and she felt his mouth on the back of her neck.

  His hand ran from her hip, up her torso and around to grab as much of her chest as he could—the flesh spilling over his grip.

  He was moving furiously—she felt how close he was.

  “Do it,” she breathlessly sang at him. “You can do it. Good boy.”

  He bit her shoulder. Hard.

  “Cum in my ass.”

  And he did.

  A loud cry escaped him, groaning so hard he almost shouted.

  Violet felt the hard cock in her ass pulsing intensely as it released like a cannon. The warm feeling of him filling her felt so good, and she couldn’t help but moan with him.

  She wasn’t sure how long it took to come down from the high. Her nipples were like diamonds, her vision didn’t seem to want to focus, and she really had no idea what time it was. The man behind her finally slid out, his length withdrawing heavily with a sound that was wet and satisfying.

  Violet just let herself fall over on her side, laying on the cold metal floor. The man behind her cuddled up and wrapped an arm around from behind. The one in front looked unsure but she reached out and pulled his head down atop her breasts. They were large enough he was able to lie his head completely comfortably on them.

  “How you doing, V?” Violet called out. “Get your fill?”

  After a moment, Veolo’s breathless reply came. “For now.”

  Violet laughed and reached back to smack the ass of the man spooning behind her. “You LU boys sure can fuck, I’ll give you that.”

  They laughed as much as they could, gasping for air.

  “You wouldn’t happen to have any more in you, would you?” Violet asked.

  The man laying on her chest looked at her with an almost frightened expression.

  The one behind her tensed and sat up a little. “The spirit is willing.” He had to pause for a breath. “But the flesh is spongey, and bruised.”

  Violet laughed and let her head fall to the floor. “Well, shit. Amalia’s not going to be too happy.”