The Last Imaginer (closed)

[DarelHute]

The Last Imaginer

OOC

This thread is written in reversed genders - the male writes the female character, and viceversa.

Character: Layla
Age: 21
Height: 5"5
Weight: 128 lbs
Eyes: green
Hair: dark brown
Bra size: Full C cup

IC:

It was ten years since the war nearly destroyed the sector on the edge of the galaxy. Isolated communities were still found in each system, but all law and order had collapsed, and it was every man for himself. The same was true for women. All trade routes were disrupted, and only a few trade ships were still operating, and never without military escort out of fear of pirate attacks. The slave trade returned five years past, making life even more dangerous for vulnerable settlements.

Layla had been flying her own ship for over three years, an accomplishment unheard of for a woman so young. She used to have another member of crew, but she had to ditch him when she found he was stealing from her cargo. Now she didn't trust anyone, and flew by herself, although the ship could take at least six crew if bunked individually, plus cargo.

She made her living by scavenging from system to system, recovering valuable items from ruins of cities and other settlements, often coming in conflict with other scavengers and settlers. This time she was on her way out of planet Rethora, when something beckoned her to return to the surface, flying over a desert as if drawn to something specific. The ship's computer chastised her:

"Captain, what is our heading?" the female voice of the computer was heard.

"I don't know yet..." Layla replied, flying the ship manually.

"The sensors do not show anything!"

"I know... There's nothing here, and yet... THERE!" she said pointing to a stone ruin.

She flew over what looked like the ruins of an ancient temple, and landed in the middle of its courtyard between tall grey stone columns, of which more than half had collapsed.

"I'm heading out. Let me know if the sensors pick anything up!" Layla said and holstered her handgun, heading for the exit at the rear of the ship.

"Understood!" the computer replied.

She left the ship and almost ran towards what looked like a collapsed trap door. She felt so strongly drawn to it. It was like a hunger, a yearning she never felt before. A heaving broken slab barred the entrance to some stairs, and she strained to move it away, and then made her way down into the belly of the temple. She switched her flashlight on and proceeded carefully along a narrow corridor, feeling more and more drawn to its end. An old metal door blocked her way, and she grunted in frustration. Feeling the door frame with her fingers she pushed a slight indentation in the frame, and the door opened to one side with a loud bang, scaring her half to death. She entered the small chamber with the flashlight in one hand and the gun in the other. The room was dominated by a large rectangular stone sarcophagus covered by a thick slab. She holstered the gun and placed the flashlight on the floor before attempting to push the slab away from the top of the sarcophagus.

"Fuck, this is heavy!" she grunted as she gathered all the strength she could muster, pushing with both her legs on the nearby wall until it finally moved.

A few more grunts and pushes the slab fell on the ground on the other side, raising a heavy cloud of dust in the chamber. Through the coughs and dust, she looked inside to find an active cryogenic pod, with status lights flickering. She accessed the panel and discovered the person inside the pod was alive. Normally she would be cautious and circumspect, but her whole body vibrated with anticipation. She felt almost... aroused. Yes, it was arousal. Very strong, powerful, inescapable arousal. She hit the command to defreeze the subject and stood back as a heavy white steam filled the room, and the pod opened

A few moments later the steam cleared and Layla heard coughs from inside the pod. It was a young man. She looked in and made eye contact, smiling widely.

 

[grdybiwife]

Remy Larson
Age:24
Height:6'3"
Weight:210
Eyes:gray with dark blue nimbus
Hair color: black

He lay in the grass, staring up at the double full moons in the deep purple sky. The thick grass was dewy beneath him, but soft against his bare skin. He ran his large hands over the carpet of green, a contented sigh escaped his full pouty mouth. "This is the life," he mumbled to himself but his voice echoed loudly as bounced around his own head.

As much as he enjoyed the landscape, Remy Larson knew it was an illusion of his own making. A product of his very active imagination. He was the last of his kind, the ones the universe called Imaginers, but that's not what they called themselves. To the people of Khurterra-12 any person with gifts of the mind were simply called Cogz, Unfortunately for Remy there weren't any Khuterrans left. Of course he didn't know that, given his cryo state.

He remembered the start of the final conflict between his people and the marauders from Veerd. They came for the metals and the peaceful Khurterrans were more than willing to barter, but the Veerdi had no interested in diplomatic trade. They wanted it all and were more than willing to wipe out an entire race to get it. Warmongering was in their nature but they underestimated the Khurterrans, who defended their home with an army of Cogz on their front lines. As skilled as they were, manipulating the perception of their enemies, they were no match for the fire power the Veerdi brought. The only resolution was for the Khurterrans but not everyone agreed, the first time in their history that the population could not come to a consensus. Those that fled were picked off before their pods made it out of the planet's atmosphere. Those that remained, fought or went underground. Remy wanted to fight at his brother and mother's side but he was too young and his father forced him into a cryopod after he stole away on one of the warships. He was supposed to be released when the war was over.

That was four years ago, after he had already been in stasis for a year. In the five years he spent locked away in that pod, Remy had grown 4 inches and lost all of his baby fat. A full beard had grown on his now chiseled jaw and his once short cropped hair was now down to his shoulders. He looked nothing like the boy who was locked away, a man had taken his place.

All of a sudden the stars brighten, drawing him to his feet and in an instant his entire world went black. Panic clouded his mind as his heart raced.

But it was just for a moment. Once Remy realized that the pod was open and not malfunctioning, his heart rate slowed and he took a shallow breath, choking on the fetid air in the chamber. It was three more breaths, each one deeper than the last before he finally opened his eyes. An unfamiliar face filled his vision but something happened when their eyes met. The feeling rose up from his toes. Warm. Tingling. And it raised goosebumps all over his olive skin. He felt himself rising, unhindered by the various electrodes attached to his skin.

"You're mine," he said to her without moving his lips. "I feel you...your heart beats with mine. Tell me, do you feel it too?"

 

[DarelHute]

She felt her heart beating faster than ever as her eyes settled on the young man in the pod and saw him waking up.

"Yes..., I felt it from miles away!" he confessed as she began to remove the sensors on his body and do her best to help him out of the pod, realising that it would probably take some time before he would be able to fully control his muscles.

"I... felt your presence, I was drawn to you, and that's how I found you. I don't know how... But yes, it feels like I'm yours somehow..." she said in a rush, running her hands over his hands and torso as if checking for wounds that weren't there.

Layla suddenly remembered an encounter she had only a few days past in one of the settlements on Rethora, where she sold generator parts she scavenged off a crashed star cruiser on planet Qaylea, one of her favourite hunting grounds. While she was having a drink in a local watering hole she met a young slave trader who took a keen interest in her. She loathed slave traders, but this one was handsome, and she desperately needed more attention than the usual dildos and vibrators from her ship. She figured she would show her contempt for the slave trader by using him for sex and then dumping his sorry ass.

This time it wasn’t his tongue on her hungry pussy or his cock thrusting into her that she remembered, but rather what he said in passing while he was hitting on her in the bar. He mentioned the legend of the imaginers, and how only one of them could ever hope to restore order and peace in the sector. She thought it ironic at the time to hear a slave trader talking about the need for peace and order to be restored. But when he mentioned the imaginers, she remembered her mother telling her stories when she was a little girl about these legendary men who could make this happen only with the power of their mind.

And there was something else she remembered as if she woke up from a dream: her mother told her that the imaginers had great power, but they each needed to be paired with a woman who would help them hone their power, and use it for good. She thought they were only stories, but now she realised her mother was preparing her to be one of these companions for an imaginer. Her mother was subtle about it, but relentless in her methodology.

She also recalled asking her mother how she would recognise him if she ever met one. The answer wasn’t as clear as all the other instructions: her mother hesitated and looked for words that were suitable for a 14 year old girl. She told Layla she would feel helplessly drawn to him; that she should have very strong feelings for him. She said nothing about being inescapably aroused in his presence, and what she would have to do in the initial stages of being paired with an imaginer. That was a lesson reserved for when she was to come of age. Her parents died before that could happen, so she knew she would have to figure out herself before long.

She snapped out of her dream like anamnesis, and turned to him.

"Come with me, sir... My ship is waiting above ground! Can you move...?" she asked, ready to help him up and take him to her ship.

 

[grdybiwife]

"Sir," he said with a chuckle, shocked at the gravelly sound of his own voice in the air. It was different outside of his own head. But it wasn't enough to cloud the electricity in her touch. "We shouldn't be so formal," he said as he rest on her shoulders. She was tiny, but she did not weaver beneath his weight and he felt his body respond to that strength. There was tingling in his core that flooded into his stomach, clenching the muscles there. He had an overwhelming desire to touch her, to feel her skin against his. To taste her. But he could barely stand, this tiny girl was basically carrying him to her ship as he struggled to put on foot in front of the other.

Another chuckle rumbled up from his chest as he cast his eyes down at her. Even in the drab pilot's gear he could tell she was beautiful. His hand slipped down her back, measuring her curves, and a vision of her undressing for him erupted in his mind's eye. But he didn't hold onto it, instead Remy pushed it away before it came to fruition. She might have felt it, the sudden urge to disrobe but it would have evaporated as soon as he blocked it out of his mind.

"Call me Remy," he said, still amazed at the the modulated tone of his voice. The last time he heard himself aloud, his vocal cords were still struggling to regulate the amount of air forced out from his adult sized lungs. Every sentence he spoke was riddled with awkward cracks and squeaks as his voice moved further from boyhood. Now he sounded like his father, the great Khuterran anthropologist. The Keeper of Worlds he was called, but to Remy he was just Papa and his voice was booming and regal. Now it flowed through Remy as his own.

Tears came to his eyes as he finally noticed his surrounding. The devastation stretched on for miles. Tumbled statues and felled buildings were strewn about in the dust of his once lavishly green home. There was nothing left, only him.

"It's all gone...all of it," he said allowing himself to wallow in the destruction of his before he pulled himself up as they came to her ship. Sadness would not bring them back, nothing would. Something else filled the hollow of his soul, something dark, but still it didn't distract him from her.

 

[DarelHute]

The more she was with him, the more her senses seemed to come to life as if the floodgates of emotion were open wide. She almost cried, but she was too involved in help him move his heavy body to the ship.

"Remy..." she whispered more to herself. "I'm yours, Remy..." she said in a flood of emotion as she ushered him to the ship and closed the door behind her.

She moved him quickly to the sick bay and had him lying on the diagnostics bed, hitting the command to begin a full diagnostics.

"This will tell me if everything is in order, and if there's anything I can do to speed up your recovery!" she said, her eyes returning to his in a long admiring glance. "Aya, cloak the ship!" she commanded the ship's computer.

As she waited for the full diagnostic to finish, she felt like a full orchestra of musicians were playing, and she could swear her nipples were hard as a rock, and she was wetter than she ever was. Her eyes were drawn to his crotch, and then back to his eyes.

"You're an imaginer!" she said suddenly. "Aren't you?"

 

[grdybiwife]

Remy withdrew into himself a moment as he listened to her, his eyes following every efficient move she made as she commanded her ship and it's functions. He took in his surroundings as well. It was nothing like the ships he remembered. The quarters were dreary and dark, nothing but metal as far as his eye could see. The light was dim, the air stagnant. He couldn't imagine spending his life in such a place, but he knew this is what his life would be.

She was his and now that they'd found each other, nothing could keep them apart. "I am that," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the beams of light that traversed his body on the diagnostic table. The happy beeps rang in his ears, letting him know that aside from the fatigue, he would make a full recovery from the stasis induced atrophy. "But if you are to be mine, perhaps it would be best if I knew your name. Despite what you might have heard, I don't read minds, simply change them. I could give you a new name if you like," he offered with a snort as he listened to the ship relay his condition.

He caught eyes with her then, as he sat up. His long dark hair falling around his face as a small smile crept across his lips. Her longing was palpable and it threatened to shake the good sense instilled in him by his mother. "Your pair is your everything. Never allow take advantage of their openness to you. There must be trust or it will ruin you both," she told him early on when his powers finally emerged around his 13th birthday.

"I'm kidding by the way," he said as he pushed his hair back from his face so he could look her in the eye as he got to his feet on shaky legs. "My mother would kill me if she knew I even joked about taking advantage of you, so please tell me your name," he said as he moved closer to her, his hand extended in greeting.

 

[DarelHute]

She was all smiles as the diagnostics cleared his health on all indicators. She helped him to his feet and made sure he was steady before she replied:

"Layla! My name is Layla, and I am yours!" she said in a lusty rush, her desire to take her clothes off before him almost unbearable. She blushed when she realised how forward her confession was, and how repetitive.

She moved to her counter and took an electronic syringe with a tonic cocktail which she gently injected in his arm while looking in his eyes.

"My ship is called Aya, and she is yours too, although she's not interested in you in the way I am..." she said with a wink, realising suddenly how slutty her behaviour was. What was happening? What was this young mad doing to her? Was this normal? Questions flooded her mind.

"Perhaps you should eat something. The tonic I administered will get you on your feet before long, but you should eat!" she said and took his hand, pulling him after her into the galley and sat him down, placing a tray of food before him, uncertain if anything would appeal to him.

She sat down opposite him, looking at him with deep longing. She felt weak in the knees, her body was vibrating, her wetness was driving her crazy. She wanted him so badly she could barely breathe.

 

[grdybiwife]

"Layla," he repeated dreamily as his hand left hers an went up to cup her face. Before he knew it she was jabbing him in the arm with something, completely wiping his mind of the primal thoughts he had been having for her. He started to voice his displeasure, but she was already changing the subject, introducing him to her ship and dragging him to the galley.

She was a bossy little thing, this Layla but somehow he didn't mind, simply sat down and took the offered food. Despite the drab assortment of re-hydrated proteins and carbohydrates, it did smell good and Remy took a tentative bite. Unfortunately he gagged on it before he could force himself to swallow it down. "You eat this," he said unable to keep the disgust out of his tone as he looked at her.

Before she could answer, a feast of Khuterran delicacies appeared on the table between them. Steaming piles of bitter greens, and sweet root vegetables. Charred meats and fresh fruit. All arrayed on platters between them. There was no cutlery to be seen. The Khuterrans ate communally and he wished to partake in his culture one last time. A small smile came to his lips as his eyes wandered over the table. He moved from his seat to take the one beside her, picking up the carafe of wine on the way. Remy filled a goblet for them both and fixed her with a warm smile.

"Eat with me Layla. I'm already feeling the effects of your elixir...and other thing," he said, the color rising slightly on his face.

 

[DarelHute]

Her displeasure at his reaction to her offer of food soon morphed into amazement when the feast suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Imaginers... Worth having one around, she thought.

"Don't mind if I do!" she said and took the goblet, taking a sip and moaning in delight. "What a vintage!" she admired and drank some more, moving the other offerings of food.

She only then realised how hungry she was: her sexual hunger generated actual hunger, and she feasted alongside Remy.

"When did you learn this trick?" she winked at him. "I wonder what else you can do..." she prodded gently.

 

[grdybiwife]

"That's an easy one," he said around a mouthful of meat. His body craved protein and Remy devoured half the meat platter on his own before he realized it. He knew it wasn't just about his need to recover either. It was the woman beside him that drove his hunger. He would need to please her soon and he couldn't do that with weak muscles.

"That's one of the first things Cogz learn...turning vegetables into pastries. I've been doing that since I was five. My mom always changed it back though," he added with a chuckle before he reached for a bit of the bitter greens. It was his way of honoring his mother's memory and a small smile came to his lips as he worked it around his mouth.

His his belly filled, Remy became increasing aware the aroma that wafted up into his nostrils from his own body. A few years in a cryopod was bound to make anyone a little ripe and he couldn't imagine how Layla sat so close without reacting to it.

"Because she's mine," he thought to himself and found himself smiling at her again. She might have heard him but he didn't mind. They could have no secrets anyway.

"You wouldn't happen to have any spare clothes around," he said with a smirk as he glanced down at his pod suit. The one piece white unitard might have been the height of fashion by Khuterran standards, it no longer suited him. "I imagine I'll be a marked man if I'm seen in this...seeing that my people are supposed to be extinct."

 

[DarelHute]

"Clothes... clothes... yes!" she said with a smile on her face.

"I used to have this other crew member and he left some stuff behind when I ditched his ass on Zenora 13! When we're done here I'll take you to his quarters and you can take your pick!"

She ate just as much as he was, in an attempt to deal with the fire in her belly, and her difficulty in concentrating on anything other than taking him out of his clothes. She stole glances from time to time, smiling at him, annoyed at herself how she was behaving like a school girl on her first crush.

"Proximity alert!" Aya's voice was heard.

"Stay here and eat, Remy, I'll check this out!" Layla said and left him in the galley, rushing over to the bridge. "Have you identified it?" she asked.

"Yes. It appears it's the slave trader ship we encountered a few days ago!" Aya answered.

"Damn! The fucker tracked me! He probably wants more!" she groaned. "Too late to run, I guess!"

"Shall I raise the shields?" Aya suggested.

"No, I don't want to provoke him. He's a shifty one, he is! Just be ready to take off if we have to! He will want to know what I found! Fuck!" she exclaimed and quickly returned to the galley, explaining the situation to Remy.

"Can you please hide in my former's crew member's quarters while I deal with this nuisance?" she asked him.

 

[grdybiwife]

"Unfornately I'm done hiding my dear," he hissed, his jaw clenched as sensed the worry in his pair. Remy had not interest in just letting things happen in his life anymore, there was too much at stake now that he'd found her.

He turned his attention to the table then and focused on clearing it of the evidence of their feast. Gone were the platters, replaced by the sectioned metal tray used commonly aboard ship. Remy made sure to keep them dirty before left to go find fresh clothes, grumbling the whole way down the short corridor.

"What did she mean he wants more," he said as he came to the ships spare cabin and activated the door. "Well you can't assume she'd been waiting for you Remy. She'd not even Khuterran...how could she know...and she is beautiful...how could you expect her to wait...it doesn't matter anyway. You have found each other now and you are whole again..."

All this he said as he stripped down to nothing and discarded his cryosuit in the waste shoot. He had no intentions of ever wearing it again. In nothing at all he found Layla's old crew's trunk and dug inside to find the same sort of drab apparel she wore. Pants with multiple pockets and shirts of rough fabrics. Nothing of the softness that he was used to and it irritated his skin with every step he took, but everything fit him. There was even an animal hide bracelet he used to pull his hair back away from his face. Remy glance in the mirror when he was done, nothing of his appearance read Khuterran. With the exception of the tattoos that marked his torso and upper arm, both of which were hidden under his clothes, there was nothing of Remy's attire that said he was anything other than the lowly ship mate of a scavenger.

"I will stay silent but I'll not leave you alone to defend me Layla," he said as he regained his seat in his galley to wait for their next move.

 

[DarelHute]

Layla watched as the slave trader ship landed just outside the boundaries of the temple, and sighed in relief when it landed behind her ship rather than in front. These details meant a lot: to land in front of another ship was to cut them off from taking off. At least the slaver kept protocol. His moves weren't aggressive so far.

She returned to the galley to find Remy all dressed up and ready. She smiled.

"Very well then, come and meet the scumbag!" she agreed, noting that he looked the part.

"I don't need to tell you that you shouldn't reveal your identity, right? And bear in mind that this man fucked me a few days ago, and he's probably here for more!" she said as they walked towards the stern of the ship where the main access door was located, trying to gauge if he was jealous at all to meet the man who had her before he did.

She handed Remy a side-arm and asked him to holster it before the door opened and she stepped out slowly, patting her side arm with her hand as she met the slaver face to face. She thought it impressive that he came alone, although she knew he had a crew.

"Did you miss me?" she teased as the stopped to face one another.

"Why yes, I did. How did you know?" the man grinned, looking in surprise Remy's way.

"It's not every day someone manages to track my ship!" she smirked. "This is Remy, my pilot!" she said, pointing in Remy's direction.

"Oh. I didn't know you had company!" the trader frowned.

"Well, I do!" she grinned with satisfaction. "Was there any reason you tracked my ship besides the obvious?" she asked pointing to his crotch.

The man smiled, looking at the ground, and then back at her.

"I didn't track your ship, gorgeous! I stumbled upon it by mistake. My ship picked up a signal in this area and we came to have a look!" he said with a grin.

"It must have been me. The signal, I mean..." she suggested, trying to divert his attention from what she was doing at the temple.

 

[grdybiwife]

Remy felt a pang of jealousy as he watched Layla converse with this man. The way his eyes drifted along her subtle curves set his blood boiling but he said nothing as the two discussed the signal. The signal from his own cryopod but he doubted Layla would want him to say as much.

Instead he found his hand going to the sidearm she gave him as he eyed his ship on the Aya's monitors. His jaws clenched as the two bantered easily right in front of him.

She must have felt the fury brewing inside him and he fought to keep his anger from sprouting visions of this man's destruction in his minds eye. No one was to know his kind still existed and what better way to blow his cover than to make this slaver disappear. In an attempt to busy himself, Remy moved to the command board, running his hands across the keys in an attempt to familiarize himself with the system. He had never piloted a ship, never been aboard a non-Khuterran vessel, every module was foreign to him. Remy just hoped this intruder kept his attention on his Layla and didn't attempt strike up conversation with him. He wasn't certain he could remain so passive.

 

[DarelHute]

Layla knew she had to play her cards carefully with the trader. He was likely to have at least three or four crew members, armed to the teeth. One wrong move and they would storm her ship and capture them. There would be no way to leave this situation without the cooperation of the trader, and this was looking difficult. He wanted her, and she could tell he wouldn't let go of that so easily. Making a run for it wouldn't work either, as it would risk damaging her ship. The trader ship had her engines on, while hers weren't.

"I'm not sure it was you!" he said, looking at her cleavage with a smile. "The signal was there, and then it wasn't. Yet you are still here! So whatever it was, you got it!" he added, coming a little closer.

Fuck, Layla thought, if only Remy would use his mind trick and get this guy so horny he can't think of anything but sex. If he keeps pushing he will insist on searching my ship.

"What? No, you must be mistaken. Signals get very strange around here... They bounce all over these mountains" she said swaying her hips as she closed the gap between then, playfully fixing the collar on his jacket. "You DID miss me, didn't you?" she asked, looking into his eyes.

The trader grinned, distracted by her unexpected move.

"I thought you moved on!" he said, looking in Remy's direction.

"You're not answering my question!" she said, tilting her head and pushing her hair out of her face, exposing her neckline.

"Yes!" he admitted, placing his hands around her waist. "I missed you a lot. I never had a better fuck than you! Why don't you join me? Join my crew!"

"What?? No... I like my independence, you see. I like having my own ship..." she declined with a sexy smile. "Won't you come in for a drink? We can discuss it in more... pleasant surroundings..." she said and turned swaying her hips away from him and back into her ship, winking at Remy.

The trader didn't hesitate. He messaged his ship to power down and walked into Layla's ship, the door closing behind them.

 

[grdybiwife]

Inviting this man in did not seem like a good idea to Remy, but what did he know? It was her ship and he himself had spent the last five years locked in stasis. He had no idea how the world worked now, nor could he expect a non-Khuterran to abide by his protocols.

While most of Khuterra was a free-loving communal society, Cogz and their pairs were expected to remain mostly monogamous. At least until the Cogz reached mastered his their abilities, but that took time. Time that he and Layla did not have at the moment. There was no telling what this man might do if he found out who Remy was, what he might do to Layla if he learned that she was now pledged to another. He had to protect her from such a fate. Remy made a decision then that no other Cogz would make with their new pair. He would share her, but not in the way this man might benefit.

Remy waited for Aya to close the access door before he set his abilities to work. Moving behind them so the trader wouldn't see his eyes flare, Remy focused his attention on him, finding his desire for Layla and warping it to include the Cogz himself. Once the man shift his eyes to take Remy in, Remy knew he had him. A smile came to his lips as Remy regarded the man, drawing his eyes to his crotch as he forced an image of the slaver and Layla on their knees before him. Of course it wasn't his ideal scenario but it would work to distract this man from his pair. His Layla.

"See something you like trader," he muttered under his breath then shift his eyes to Layla. The vision he sent her was similar but did not include he trader. And she was not on her knees, instead she lay nude across the diagnostic bed. Her legs spread wide as she touched herself in anticipation of his entry. But it wasn't her warm pink center that Remy wanted and he showed her as much by climbing abound the bed with his knees on either side of her head. Slowly lowering his thick shaft into her open mouth.

'I will have you both on my cock before this day is over my Layla,' he thought to her with a grin as they came to the galley. Remy sat on the edge of the table and slowly undid his zipper, releasing his pulsing hard-on from the confines of the rough fabric. "Is this what you want," he asked them both out loud, the smile on his face unchanged.

 

[DarelHute]

Layla could feel her arousal surge as soon as the door closed, but her arousal was directed at Remy with great intensity. She looked over at the trader, and his pants could barely contain his erection. He wasn't looking at her however. He was looking at Remy.

"Layla, you didn't tell me what a catch you have on your ship!" the trader said as he moved towards Remy who was waiting for them with his hard on throbbing as he sat on the edge of the table.

"You want him?" she asked the trader, as she began to take her clothes off.

"Fuck, yes!" he groaned as his clothes came off in a haze.

He was the first to make it to Remy, quickly on his knees and he began to lick Remy's cock with hunger, to Layla's astonishment. Then it dawned on her. Remy was working his magic on him. Or rather on them. As the trader was licking and kissing Remy's cock, Layla came close to him as well, and kissed him deeply.

"Are you gonna fuck us both, Remy? Will you make both of us your sluts?" he moaned in his mouth, her hand slowly rubbing her clit.

 

[grdybiwife]

Remy's large hands went immediately to Layla's ass as she pressed her naked body against his. A low groan escaped his lips into hers when she asked if he would fuck them both. With his free hand, he grabbed the back of the slaver's head and stood, thrusting his hips forward and gagging the man on his hard 9 inches.

"Is that what you want my Layla," he whispered as he ran his fingers down between her plump ass cheeks to finger her wet slit. "What about you cocksucker? Is that what you want?"

Of course he did. Now that he was fully at Remy's mercy, the slaver wouldn't be able to deny the debauched visions in his head. Even if the idea of servicing another man disgusted him before, the slaver would have no choice but give into those desires now. And Remy took full advantage, ramming his cock into the man's throat with little regard for the man's respiration. He was simply a hole at this point and Remy planned to use it to completion.

"Come my lovely," he said to Layla as he pulled her to the table, showing her the exact position he wanted her to assume with his mind. Up on the table. On all fours. Her ass high in the air. "I would taste you now," he groaned as he yanked the slaver from his cock so hard the man wretched. His suggestion to the man was not so gentle, instead Remy grabbed him hard around the throat and forced him beneath the table, before he dropped his pants to his ankles. "Suck," he demanded gruffly as he grabbed the mans lower jaw and squeezed. He didn't give him a chance to think before he was shoving his already sloppy cock back into his mouth.

"Ahhhhh that's it...be a good boy and keep me hard while I make my Layla feel good..."

 

[DarelHute]

The trader winced as he was pushed around and ushered under the table as Layla was on top of it. Soon Remy's cock was back in his mouth, which he took with great lust, slowly stroking his own 7 inch hard-on. With his other hand he caressed and massaged Remy's balls, moaning as he sucked him deeply.

"Mmm... it looks like you made him your bitch!" Layla grinned as she lowered her chest on the table until her cheek rested on the cold surface, along with her nipples.

"My pussy is so wet, Remy... I want you so badly!" she moaned. "Make me yours, make me your bitch too!" she moaned more, waiting for his touch with expectation.

In her haze lust, she wondered how the trader will react towards Remy after the whole thing. Will he wake up or will he still worship Remy, which would work very much in their advantage.

 

[grdybiwife]

Layla's words sent a jolt to him that terminated in his balls, forcing Remy to thrust his hips forward, choking the man on his cock a moment. The feeling of the slaver struggling to breath around his shaft brought a growl to his chest as he pulled off his own shirt and tossed it to the side.

Despite the raw pleasure being delivered below his waist, Remy couldn't keep his eyes off Layla. Her milky skin already dotted with red pressure marks from where he'd grabbed her. Her eyes wide and full of lust as she looked at him over her shoulder. And that lust was real, he could feel it in his bones. Their connection made it almost impossible for him to create in her what he had for the slaver. She would feel any intrusions on her thoughts, her desires, and turn them against him if she saw fit. She was his, truly his.

"Him yes, you though," he moaned as he ran his hands down her hips and over her ass. "I could never...I won't deny things will get rough but it would be because I can't contain myself when I look at you," he said and gave her ass a swat that stung his fingers. Then another and another before he left prints. "So beautiful," he moaned as he ran his tongue along each welt before he allowed himself his first taste of her deepest flavor.

With a hand on each cheek, Remy spread her open so that he could marvel at the moisture that had developed between her thighs. He ran his nose down her cleft, from the top of ass to the base of her clit, breathing in her scent, allowing her scent to fill him up before he pressed his tongue to her opening. He went at her like a starving man, his tongue flicked rapidly as he forced his way inside her. His face buried between her cheeks, Remy gave up trying to hold her open and allowed his hands roam her soft body as his hips pistoned against the slaver's face. Between the two, he wasn't sure how long he could hold on but he dare not waste his seed down the slaver's throat.

Remy altered the vision he sent to the man and grinned against Layla's ass when he immediately complied, crawling on all fours from beneath the table to kneel behind Remy. He did not hesitate, running his tongue around Remy's pucker, unperturbed by his ripe musk. "That's it boy...mmmm just like that...don't be afraid to get in there," he said with his eyes on Layla as he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back.

"I want to be inside you my Layla...please let me feel you..."

 

[DarelHute]

Layla lay on the table with her ass in the air, expecting Remy's tongue any second. Instead she got a swift swat on her ass, making her jerk forward and squeal in pleasurable surprise.

"Fuck!" she shouted after the second swat. "Yes, fuck, spank me!" she dared him, a third swat following soon after.

His tongue and lips soon followed, making her tremble in excitement, her whole body vibrating in a wet mess of lust and expectation. She felt every lick and every kiss with intensity, feeling she would pass out any second. In was in a haze that she turned up side down on the table with her legs spread wide, looking at Remy and his throbbing cock waiting to fuck her.

"Yes, Remy... My master... Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she begged, her fingers rubbing her clit as she watched the slaver work diligently on Remy's ass hole.

 

[grdybiwife]

"Your master huh," Remy mused as he watched Layla display herself for him. His tongue flicked across his lips, tasting her again as he stroked his cock. "I can be that and anything else you want of me Layla. I am as much yours as you are mine," he said as pulled her hand away only to slip her fingers into his mouth. He couldn't get enough of her flavor on his tongue and a growl rumbled up from his chest as he pressed his angry red tip against her opening.

Remy spread his legs wide, allowing the slaver to greater access as he slowly slipped his length inside her. He watched as his shaft disappear inside her warm pink flesh for a few strokes before he finally lifted his eyes to take her in. He lost himself for a moment as their physical connection manifested their destinies. Two desperate paths converged in this moment, fulfilling a prophecy that neither was aware. He was the last Imaginer and she was his pair, together they would decide the fate of the universe.

But not now. It was the absence of a tongue slithering around his rim the brought Remy out of the erotic trance. There was a grunt followed by the sound of a fist on metal, but before the slaver could speak a word, Remy had him back under his sway. Rough hands gripped his hips, slowly caressing down to his ass before pushing him forward and a coy grin came to his lips as he cast his eyes down at Layla.

"Your friend is quite helpful," he said as the slaver continued to add power to Remy's thrusts. "He is the captain of his ship, correct? How would you like to run a fleet my dear sweet Layla? A woman of your beauty deserves a boy to do her bidding. I can make it so, my love. You need but ask and he would be yours. Ship and crew included."

 

[DarelHute]

Layla almost lost her mind when Remy pushed inside her for the first time. She saw stars, and she could swear the ground shook and fireworks were on full display. She reached down to feel his hard cock fucking her, looking up at him with unbridled lust in her eyes.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned, listening to his cunning plan, trying so hard to focus on what he was saying.

The idea was actually genius. They would need all the help they could get if they were to succeed in whatever plans they would be lead into. The slaver captain was clearly already under Remy's power - one taste of his cock, and anyone desired to be his slave. A slave trader became Remy's slave. How ironic, she thought.

But that also left the rest of the captain's crew, and whatever cargo they held. The cargo wasn't the issue, as slaves would be more than happy to be released. But the crew was another issue. Of course Remy could fuck them all and get them to serve him, but how would he do it with all of them at once. And how many were there?

"Yes, Remy, yes, I like that... You're right..." she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me hard..."

"If you fuck me, you have me!" the slaver suddenly said. "I will help you get my crew, and my ship!" he said, extending his hand to grab Layla's breast.