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The cuffs holding Rafe's wrists behind his back chafed. He felt his fur rubbing loose and the cold metal biting into the bare skin beneath. His chains rattled as he shifted in his seat, bushy tail whipping against the leather chair. Cold seeped through his bare foot-pads and traveled under his coat. The Fox'Morph sighed. Even if he could slip out of the cuffs and shackles, escape would be nearly impossible.

Wrong place at the wrong time. It as simple as that. The cargo hauler, a tiny Guild one with one pilot, was heading his way and he'd gotten a berth there for convenience sake. He'd never seen a Guild member say no to having a Marine on board; especially one with a full set of power armor.

The trip from Io back to Luna was supposed to be boring. Simple transport of cloned leather goods; jackets and the like. No one ever thought that somewhere a pirate with a taste for leather would order the ship hit. As they cruised through the asteroid belt, coasting from one still point to the next, a warship dropped its dark-matter screens and opened fire.

Rafe did his best to hold them off. Outside of the ship, his power armor grappled to the hull, he shot down swarms of drones as the pirates ran them down. In the end, the captain ordered a grappling breach; much riskier than sending a drone to latch onto the hull and hack into the propulsion computer.

There was no way he could defend against that. Within moments, armored pirates surrounded him and kicked his plasma rifle into deep space. They knocked him around as a matter of course. Pirates, as a rule, didn't like snot-nosed Marines shooting down their hard-stolen drones. After a few hours in a darkened cel, he was cuffed and brought here.

It was an office of some kind. The seats were upholstered in a wet, obsidian-black leather. They matched the high-backed office chair sitting behind a mahogany desk. Where he expected hull plating, Rafe saw mahogany wall panels, ornate lamps, and a well stocked bookcase.

The pirate obviously liked his luxuries.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A moment of meditation to prepare for the inevitable. In an hour's time, he could be in some dank hold as the ship's doctor tried to break his conditioning. An Intrasystem Traders Guild Marine once held out for twelve days under intense torture. He wondered if he would last as long, or if the crew would get impatient and simply space him after a few days.

The pressure door hissed open. Two guards in black ship-suits entered and grabbed his arms while a third stood over him with a stun rod. Rafe winced, but did not resist. The stun rod, while technically non-lethal, could cripple if applied correctly. They worked silently, unbinding his wrists and lifting his arms before sliding himself and the chair against the wall. He felt two manacles snap closed. His arms hung loosely from their restraints.

An ottoman was shoved under his legs. For a moment, he almost thought he was being made comfortable...

"Leave," said a voice behind him. The guards vanished. Pinioned as he was, Rafe could only turn his head and see his arm. "Well, you're an interesting guest, to say the least." The voice's owner stepped into view, the sharp clack of boot heels against wood following the words.

Rafe gulped. The captain was not what he expected in the least.

The captain was a TigerMorph and she stood a good head taller than he. Her shoulders were broad, arms and legs muscular and strong, and her jade eyes gleamed with a terrible amusement only felines could muster. Gleaming black leather boots, the cuffs clasping her inner thigh, clung to every curve in her legs. A white blouse, the material so thin he could see the pink discs of her areola, cupped her naked breasts. A knot in the shirttails held it in place and left her belly bare. A tiny leather thong that clung to her pelvis so tightly, he could see the outline of her labia. The captain wore nothing else.

He sat back against his chair, desperately wishing he could cross his legs and hide his small, but growing, erection. Guild training could keep him from revealing military secrets, but nothing could stopped the surge that ran through his cock. Why did she have to be beautiful? he thought. She knew exactly the kind of reaction she could get from a male, especially dressed like that. She had too. And she was going to use it against him.

"Terrus, Raphael. Sargent. Intrasystem Trader's Guild protection force marines," he said, keeping his eyes locked on a lamp atop the captain's desk.

"Oh, not that again. I already know who you are. It was aboard the ship's passenger manifest," she said, tail wishing back and forth. She hopped up on the desk's edge, legs spread apart and boot-heels tapping the wood in a slow, steady drumbeat. "I also know all about the conditioning and, no, I'm not going to put it to the test. Don't want to, don't need to. No, I want something else..."

Rafe's neck-hairs stood on end. A coldness trickled down his back, like ice water leaking through his fur. It all made sense. The provocative dress, the soft treatment, the lack of torture. He shook his head. "No. It's not going to work."

She threw her head back and laughed. Leaping off the desk onto his lap, she leaned close. Her nose pressed against his. "You still think this is some strange info-gathering method, don't you?" The tigress pushed herself away from him, heavy buttocks sliding against the thin fabric of his trousers.

Oh, gods, thought Rafe. Control. Control. Must have control. He chanted the words in his mind, over and over, but a humid texture crawled its way up his thigh and wrapped itself around his sheath. The captain slid her hands across his chest, rubbing the rough shirt fabric against his nipples with her palms. He bit back a whimper.

"Can you imagine what it's like being on a ship with nearly a hundred eligible beings for months on end, yet never being able to touch one of them?" she asked him. He said nothing, concentrating on his mantra. But the husky, rumbling voice penetrated him and sent his heart racing. "I can't show any kind of favoritism. The moment I enjoy myself with a crew member, the others will think he's getting special treatment. That leads to jelousies...and fights."

"That's...that's quite a personnel problem," he said, words thick in his throat. Adia smiled, then licked the soft velvet cup of his ear. Heat trickled from her rough tongue down his face. He gasped. A surge ran through his cock.

"But it's one you're going to solve..." Her voice was cloying, almost motherly. She caressed his cheek, then kissed his muzzle. "I know you desire me. It's ok. It's doesn't violate your oath. You're not betraying the Guild." Leaning back, her she tugged at the knot holding her thin shirt closed. A nipple flashed him, erect and pink against the white of her voluptuous breasts.

"I...I can't--"

"Yes, you can. It's so easy," The knot gave way and the shirt-tails hung loose. White fabric slid from her red and black shoulders, then her arms, and finally her bosom. "Look at me." Rafe felt her fingers slide against the back of his neck, guiding his head towards her.

"No, no," he said, the protest so weak. His cock raged inside his trousers, pressing against the fabric, begging for release. Her other hand slide beneath his shirt, trapping a nipple between thumb and forefinger. He gasped. The captain pressed her muzzle against his, kissing him, exploring him with her tongue.

And, heaven help him, he kissed her back. Without thinking, without hesitation, he opened his mouth to her tongue. "See," she said as the kiss broke. "It's not so hard. Now, if I give you this, what will you do?" She lifted a heavy breast, bringing her pink tit against his lips. "You're gonna be a good soldier, yes? Gonna lick it, under the captain's orders, yes?"

"Y...yes," he said. She pulled him against her breast, his lips barely caressing the captain's areola. Closing his eyes, he let his tongue roll out and stroke the teat. She moaned, sliding closer, letting him envelop her tit with his mouth. He strained at his bonds, the chains ratting like bells.

"Good boy," she cooed, running her fingers through his fur. Rafe shifted his muzzle, lapping at the other peak. Gently, he sucked it, pulling her nipple into his mouth, holding it between his teeth as his tongue lashed at the sensitive tip. "Yes, you like that, don't you? Bet you wish you could squeeze and suck me until milk spilled from my tits..." A flush crawled up his face. He imagined her full breasts spilling milk into his mouth and his cock surged again.

Adia pulled away, her areole leaving his mouth with a wet pop. Grinning, her tail twitching like it was on fire, she grabbed something from her desk. A knife; silver with a serrated edge. He opened his mouth to protest but she covered it. The cold blade slid into the waistband of his tattered pants, then yanked upwards. Fabric tore, the knife slicing it apart until his aching cock sprang free.

"My turn," she said. Two quick cuts with the knife, and her thong fell away. Adia's plump labia glistened, nectar forming in drops along her long, red lips. She slid her fingers between the dripping folds, penetrating herself with a wet squelch. She straddled him, feet planted on the floor, hands at her hips and humid sex inches from his muzzle. Hot musk flowed from her. The scent intensified as she smeared her finger against his lips. "Lick my cunny..."

Moaning, he opened his muzzle and let his long vulpine tongue slide out and caress her vulva. She growled, thrusting against his nose, filing his senses with her thick musk. Fingers wrapped in his dark mane of headfur, she pressed him closer. She was dripping. He caught every droplet with a long, thirsty slurp.

"Yes...ohhh, yes... Suck the clit," she moaned, parting herself and sandwiching her aching bud between two fingers. "Suck my clitty." Lost in desire, every caution thrown to the ground, Rafe closed his lips and tongue around her clitoris and sucked wantonly. Every moan his hot kisses elicited drove him onwards. He pulled her clit into his mouth, holding it with his teeth while his tongue slathered it with raw sensation.

And then she was gone. Wrenched away from her delicious pussy, he whimpered. She hovered, inches away from him, stroking herself fiercely, eying his painful erection. Licking her chops, she pushed his shoulders against the wall and slithered onto his lap. Grasping his shaft, she plunged his cock inside her. Her walls clenched his shaft. The warmth and pressure sent shockwaves up his cock.

"Gods," he whispered while Adia rode him, hips bucking, breasts heaving. One of her hands mashed her bosom against her chest, pinching the wide nipple, twisting it, squeezing it as if milking the tit for every drop of sensation held within. The other hand flashed against her clitoris, now soaked in the hot froth spilled by their coupling.

"Yes..." she breathed, sucking her breath through clenched teeth. "Yessoohhhyesyesyes." Her words spilled out like boulders in an avalanche while her cunny spasmed around his cock. Waves of orgasm struck every nerve in her body at once.

Struggling to follow, Rafe thrust and thrust within her, but to no avail. Nothing flowed forth but her orgasms. He simmered inside her as she rested her head on his shoulder, recovering.

"Oh, gods. I did it again. Honey, I'm so sorry."

"It never ceases to amaze me, love, how you always come before I do." He kissed her softly, tenderly. In his mind, the character of the pirate captain faded. She became Adia, captain of the Guild protector ship Deja Thoris; his lover.

"Sorry. It's your fantasy, too." Adia uncuffed Rafe, letting his arms fall onto her shoulders. He nodded, shoulders relaxing. It was his fantasy; one of many they shared and played out when they had time together. Adia was eager to play this one. As eager as he, if not more so. Her long legs in those tight boots--thinking about it had him dancing on the edge of orgasm. Yet, each time, she finshed before him.

"It's ok. We've another few days of leave. Maybe the bar fantasy this next time?" He rubbed his wrists

"Here...let me finish you off..." She pulled away with a wet squelch, pussy dripping nectar onto his thigh. He unbound himself, wiggling his ankles. Before he could move, Adia's hand slipped around his erection, sliding her fist up and down, her own juices becoming a lubricant.

"I'm hungry," she whispered, bringing her hot mouth against his cock, slathering it with her tongue. "You gonna be a good boy and feed me?" He arched his back, stiffening against her caresses. "Gonna come for me? Gimme some fox cream to drink?"

"Yess.." he hissed, grabbing the bench's edge, fingers digging into the padding.

"Good," she purred and set to work on his cock. One hand stroked, sliding her wet palm against the soft, pink skin while her mouth suckled the tip, swallowing it, then letting it slide from her tongue. Rafe whimpered, feeling clear liquid spill from his cock. He knew Adia tasted it. She slurped as she devoured his cock, loudly and wetly, lips and tongue smacking against his hot flesh.

That sent him over the edge. Before he could gasp his cock shuddered. Fountains of sticky, molten seed pumped into Adia's waiting mouth. True to her word, she ate it up, slurping each time he spilled himself. Her lips and tongue devoured with obscene hunger.

"Ohhh...gods, thank you," he moaned, sinking into Adia's embrace, letting her warm, heavy scent cover him like a blanket. "You know, I'm going to need a vacation to recover from my vacation."

Adia laughed. "Same here."

They said nothing for a few heartbeats, just enjoying each other's bodies, feeling warmth spill from his russet fur onto her striped pelt. Then, Adia spoke. "Well, we've played the blackmailed captain game, the trapped in a lifepod one, and the pirate game. What's next?"

Raphael gazed into her eyes, then kissed her gently. "Next...how about we just make love? No games..."

"Ok," said Adia, returning his kiss. "No games."

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