Redemption: Ch.6 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Ch.6

... blood-red as their father’s—hair that stuck out of their heads like the corona of a sun. “Well, if it isn’t thing one and two,” Lucien smirked. One of them smiled at Lucien, the other sniffed at him and blurted, “hungry.” That made Lucien quirk a brow at their father. “What’d he say?” Remi ignored him. “Uncle Lucien isn’t on the menu, Ky.” Lucien felt his eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “Menu?” Remi grinned. “Row and I are weaning them off the vein juice.” As in blood— Lucien thought internally, staring warily at the little crimson-haired boy. The child gave him a wolfish grin. Lucien bared his own fangs at the little brat and gave a low growl. Ky’s eyes went round as he threw his arms around his daddy’s neck. The other twin scowled at Lucien with a snarl of his own. Interesting. “Simmer down,” Remi ordered them. Natanael, Abdiel, and Eriel arrived, talking and laughing boisterously. Today Natanael’s hair was deep purple at the roots and the rest red-orange. Lucien turned away to investigate what would soon be his new home for the next day or so. As far as he could tell, there were three hatches—three ways in and out. Three hatches to guard if they needed to land in hostile territory. He approached the hatch door on the right side of the craft and studied it, wondering how it activated. Seth stepped up next to him with a pad small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. “You can open it with this. It’s like a master key.” Seth stroked a finger over the blank screen and it ...

... lit up blue. Lucien recognized Gruesh symbols. Good thing he knew Gruesh. Seth tapped the pad a few times, entering a series of directives. “Here,” he said holding the pad out for Lucien. “Take it.” Lucien took the pad, looking down at the screen that was pulsing red now. A beam of light flashed from the screen, even as it vibrated in his palm. “What the hell is it do—fuck,” Lucien yelped when he felt something jab him between his thumb and forefinger. He dropped the pad and stared at his bloodied hand. “What the fuck, Seth. That thing cut me.” Seth bent to retrieve the pad. “It was just registering you as a new user.” “How about giving me a heads up next time,” Lucien snapped. “To get it to open you have to address it by its name.” Seth’s lips twitched, as if trying not to smile. “Its name is Sugar.” Lucien snorted, shaking his head. “Open up for daddy, Sugar.” Seth’s eyes widened as the hatch slid open with a hiss. “You shouldn’t have identified yourself as daddy ,” he said as Lucien stepped inside the dimly lit craft. About to ask why, his answer came in the form of a seductive feminine voice. “Welcome, daddy.” Lucien began to chuckle. Lights came on, not very bright, but soft, homey. The air inside was cool, but not cold, and everything smelled clean. At least the interior was better than the exterior. The inside was in tones of grey, from the very pale to almost black. Just like an Earth camper, it had a lounge area with four charcoal-colored plush seats. “These recline,” ...