Spaceport: Bite by Marteeka Karland cover art by Reneé George ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-957-6 Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Spaceport "That's it, Sasha," Mathum, the big Maylarian, ground out, "suck it." Sasha looked up at him from where she knelt between his legs sucking his dick. It wasn't that she didn't like sucking cock -- quite the opposite -- but she was a slave. This wasn't about her pleasure. Which meant this game wasn't fun anymore. It was annoying. And not at all satisfying. Time to move on.

She continued to move her mouth up and down on her master's dick. His moans and shudders of pleasure bespoke Sasha's talent, but she couldn't care less if he enjoyed himself or not. Still, what she had planned for his climax would almost make up for her lack of pleasure.

She kept her master on the brink for several minutes, just like he liked it. Sucking and pulling with just the right amount of pressure, Sasha watched him carefully. When she pulled him down from the edge of orgasm one final time, she removed her mouth from his cock long enough to ask, "Would it please Master to fuck his slave slut now?"

He groaned. "It would please me if you sucked me off, you little wench." His growl was one of desperation, not of command.

It was also a mistake. Having given him one last chance to please her, to appease her nature, Sasha had no problem with her next action. When she took his cock back into her mouth, she bit down. Not hard enough to cause permanent damage, but enough to draw blood and make her point.

The hulking Maylarian screamed and Sasha had to release him quickly as he pushed her and staggered away from her, tripping on his feet and falling to the floor. Even so, she took a strip of skin from his dick with her teeth. She spat out the small amount of blood and flesh she came away with and smiled, supremely satisfied.

"You little bitch!" His scream lacked the appropriate amount of viciousness given he was scooting across the room on his ass while he held his privates with one hand.

Sasha rose slowly to her feet. "I'm tired of you," she announced. "Sell me."

"I'll do better than that," he screeched. "I'll kill you!"

Sasha wasn't worried. The Maylarian had never been a match for her. He might be bigger, but she was faster and the better warrior. Besides, he was injured. As he tried to regain his footing, Sasha scampered to the door and slid easily past the panels before they'd completely opened.

Running down the corridor in the dim lights of the evening cycle, Sasha disappeared into the darkness of Spaceport Adana. She'd resurface sooner or later, but for now, she was happy to find an empty ventilation duct and sleep.

She carefully lifted a blanket and small pillow from a couple of different shops on this level of the station before heading into deeper levels via several conduits. The deeper she went into the lower levels, the worse conditions got, and it wasn't long before she was covered in grime. Once she was satisfied no one had seen either her escape or her theft, she curled up and promptly fell asleep.