Rocketman: Dark Love Anthology, #2

By Gareth Mayers

An interstellar assassin finds himself on the other end of the blade. 

 

His killer, the one person he thought he could trust. 

 

His only hope of survival, the technopathic abilities that had made him an outcast.

 

Turns out Jin's would-be killer is the genetically altered assassin, Black Mamba. Now his only goal is to stay alive long enough to find out who wants him dead. And with her help, maybe he can beat the odds.

Dragging Mamba along for a joyride through the Venus sector, a sexed-up province of space run by women, he finds himself intoxicated by more than just her venom. 

 

But time's running out, and the probability of success is almost zero.

 

The Rocket Man is the second installment of author Gareth Mayer's Dark Love Series. This cyberpunk Marvel-Universe-sized anthology is not your typical Disney fare. Warning: Adults only. 

 

Pick up your copy of this fast-paced, sexy sci-fi romp and discover the dark secrets of the Hadean Galaxy. 

Start the adventure today... 

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: GemMine Publishing
• Release date: Mar 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201964177

Book preview

Rocketman

loving your killer

Gareth Mayers

GemMine Publishing

Contents

Prologue

1. Honeypot

2. Jin

3. Re:Life

4. Mamba

5. The Agency

6. Alone Time

7. Re:Start

8. Bittersweet Memories

9. Girl From The Venus Sector

10. Growing Up In Yuè Xià

11. The Clock Starts

12. Free Fall

13. Natives

14. Re:Do

15. Payback

16. Pandora

17. Copy

18. Metamorphosis

19. Monster

20. Family Reunion

21. Loose Ends

Epilogue

Thank You From Jin

HellHound (Preview)

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Prologue

I find myself racing to her yet again. My dark-skinned nympho, Caramel. She’s a whore in the Venus sector, a fitting place for someone like her. The only hub in this godforsaken galaxy that I’d trade my hard-earned credits for thirty minutes of no holds barred, purely animalistic sex. She’s waiting for me — I know she is — waiting just off the Nebula strip at the Honeypot; probably preparing for my arrival.

I'll be there soon, sweet Caramel.

I’ve just finished clipping the only good man in a really bad place — heartless, I know, but someone paid good money for it. Now, just like all the other times, I’m making my way back to the Honeypot, to Caramel. She knows what I need. It’s been this way since that first job in Aparsha, and I don’t think it’s ever going to change. I’m pretty much her regular. The credits I’ve wasted there would probably entitle me to ownership of the place. I would have taken that damned sign off the entrance door, ‘NO STRINGS ATTACHED’. It’s a damned lie, and everyone who frequents there knows it. There are always strings, no one mentions it on your first purchase, but there are. It’s only after the cravings and intense loneliness set in, that you realise you’re addicted. These women somehow manage to invade your dreams, so you keep re-living the eroticism, the scents, the sounds, the pleasure, and before you know it you’re standing on their doorstep again, willing to part with credits you desperately sought to attain.

I’m not far now. Hold on.

No right-thinking person would suspect my craving for dark-skinned girls. Interracial relationships are forbidden where I come from, but the day I met Caramel, my curiosity got the better of me, and now all I want is her. All I need is her. From this distance, I could practically taste her tanginess, and smell the sweat overrun faintness of her perfume. Just a few more minutes now and I’ll be inside her.

Brake.

Park.

Anchor.

Open up, Caramel. I'm finally home.

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1

Honeypot

Dark Love Series

The lone craft powered through the dead of space at near light speed, until it finally arrived at its destination. A hub city within the Hadean galaxy made up of hundreds of space stations and asteroid facilities. They were strung together in a hexagonal lattice structure by transport tubes and thick cables — with each outer substation a designated docking port. It was just one of the many space hubs scattered throughout the galaxy, meant to be a pit stop for interstellar travellers that made the long journey from the Anunnki to the Aparsha sector. Protected by its magnetic shield, Hub 113, or as it was more fondly known, the Honeypot, was neutral ground. A haven for those seeking refuge from the interplanetary feud that spewed just outside its walls.

Jin looked at the station before him and couldn’t help but note how much it had changed since his first visit.

It had been created with one purpose in mind: satisfying human lust and desire. It contained units that represented different environments specific to the needs of various travellers, and although it was quite popular for its range of sexual services, the Honeypot was also ideal for acquiring your everyday needs. There were units for shopping, sporting and recreation, while others were outfitted for those who preferred to reminisce on days gone by. You could climb the once famed Mount Irwin or sail the ocean-sized Lake Lero, and although the experience was nothing more than virtual reality, it still left the user with a longing for the founding planet.

As a child, he’d heard his grandparents speak of the founding planet. Agnos had been an empire unto itself, but a little over a hundred years ago, the Great Desertion saw to it that humans would neither see nor live there again. Cast out from the planet they’d once called home, Agnos was now lost to them.

Over the years, Jin had collected Agnosian artefacts. His collection comprised everything from atlases and pornographic material to fine art and a coveted stained glass sculpture of the Red Pyramid. Although some of them were useless in this time, he fetched a good price for anything that reminded humans of their days there. The Honeypot housed some of his regular trading customers, but they’d have to wait until he completed his mission.

He hitched his craft at the refuelling station and programmed the unit to a full diagnostic check. This allowed him the time he needed to complete his business with Caramel.

Jin crossed the main compound and made his way to Bordello District. His stomach argued in protest of his decision to skip a meal, but his need for Caramel could not be postponed. Determined not to be swayed from his quest, he jogged past the restaurant unit and let out a breath as the access door to Bordello District shut behind him. This was the Honeypot’s nucleus, a pit of human degradation and debauchery. A place where men scuttled between dark alleyways like roaches and women bloomed like carnivorous fly traps. A place to lose all your savings and dignity in a single night.

Jin walked past a host of men either clamouring for their turn or already in the clutches of their female captors. He observed as they willingly submitted to the requests of their bare-chested masters, fully understanding their inability to resist. As he navigated the cramped streets leading to his own torture chamber, he ignored the other girls’ baiting and hailing he passed.

Hey, Jin! the voices echoed.

Back so soon, Jin? When are you gonna give me a chance to ride that pretty Yellow face of yours?

Jin turned to find Valerie sitting precariously on an iron rail bannister. It secured the stairway to her residence. She was clad in a black V-neck bustier that accentuated her bosom and matching silk underwear and gloves. Her red hair cascaded in seductive waves around her neck and down her lily-white chest, settling comfortably in the canyon of her breasts. She made an alluring figure and sealed the package with her come-hither eyes.

Not today, Ms Valerie.

They played this game every time he came to Bordello. One of the girls would attempt to bait him regardless of his continued resistance. He knew they enjoyed the chase and were determined to convince him that his choice in women was too limited.

Ah well, a girl’s gotta try, right? She’s in room twenty-two, she said as if he didn’t already know.

Their constant attempts to get him into their beds never ceased to amaze him, especially as they all knew he was a one-woman guy, or rather that one woman’s guy. But who could blame them for trying? After all, he paid good credits for her services.

He sank deeper into the den of depravity, listening to the groans escaping the small apartments that lined the neon-lit street. The cracking of whips followed by muffled grunts, a woman’s laughter as she promised more lashings for being such a dirty boy, excited him and hastened his footsteps to his own destination.

He knocked on the door of room twenty-two and felt his heart flutter as he did. It never failed. Each time he stood before her door, a wave of anxiety rushed over him, taking him back to the first time. She’d saved him from a desolate life. He’d spent his teenage years buried in the pages of pornographic magazines, isolated in his room for hours on end, drooling over the ebony beauties that littered its pages and abusing himself until it hurt. They were his drug. Something about the overdose of melanin in their system gave their bodies a tantalising chocolate hue that glistened when they perspired. It covered every inch of them and perfectly accentuated all the right places.

He was a man now, and as a result, had put away childish things. The days of magazines and adult videos were gone, and he had entered an entirely new realm of physical ecstasy. Caramel had everything he wanted: toned, thick thighs that came up to plump round buttocks, a small waist that exploded into a pair of double Ds. Even her face was gorgeous, with shapely lips decadently coated in the most tempting shade of brown.

Come in! a voice beckoned.

Jin pushed the door to find Caramel just as he expected, waiting for him in no more than a sheer nightgown and undies that were eaten up by her voluptuous bum. If ever he had summoned the strength to resist his temptation and never return here, he knew it would all be for nought. His pants tented instantly, and it took all his power to restrain himself from taking her right away. He slammed the door shut behind him and went over to her, ready to worship at her hidden temple.

She moved toward him, directing him to the bed. Slowly, she got onto her knees, enticing him with a belly dance that provocatively contorted her body into positions he’d never seen her do before.

Goodness... who are you? he asked, fascinated by her movements.

She hesitated slightly and chuckled. Thought I’d give you something special today.

Then she turned her back to him and bent forward seductively, giving him a perfect view of the location of her missing underwear. Unable to hold back any longer, Jin reached out, pulling her close, and sank his face deep into her fleshy cheeks. Her shriek of pain went unnoticed until she reminded him of his mask.

Try all you want. You’re not gonna taste it with that thing on. Come on, take it off.

But I thought we agreed that I wouldn’t take it off? It keeps me in check; you know how I get.

She should have understood why he wore his mask by now, so her request took him by surprise. His mask filtered his speech and held his impediment at bay. It allowed him to control the words he spoke.

That’s ok, honey, I like it when you talk dirty, she encouraged.

Holding his breath, he hesitantly removed the mask and laid it on the floor. His mouth itched to spew the words that danced around in his mind. Suddenly, the room had become an open savannah and he, a lone gazelle. He tried to slow his thoughts, but without warning, he shouted, Buh- bitch, put that big black ass on my face, n- now!

Caramel smiled at him.

Go on … that’s it! There’s the dirty boy I love.

She mounted him, greeting him with a face full of boobs.

Wha—? What are you doing? You know the drill, bitch! Not boobs, ass!

Arching her brows, she withdrew. What?

Hurry up. You know what I like. Ah- Ass to face, now!

Right, she chuckled.

With that, she eased herself onto his face so that they were cheek to cheek. He kept his face buried in her backside for what seemed like hours, breathing in her scent while she caressed his manhood with long, succulent kisses. It was only when he began aching for release, that he allowed her to straddle him. Pulling her into him, he entered with an urgency. A warm snugness urged him to the brink of climax but the unexpected sensation, though enticing, set off warning bells. Of all the times he’d been with her she’d never held him so closely. He knew that her tightness was unwarranted and thought of withdrawing, but as he was about to, she gripped him tighter, sending every nerve ending in his shaft into a frenzy. He couldn’t help himself. He groaned and dove deeper in. It took a great deal of strength to bring himself back from the edge, but somehow he managed to achieve the task.

No! I don’t want to — You’re going to make me bust! he grunted.

In an attempt to stop his premature release, he focused his thoughts on the man he’d killed earlier. But Caramel guided his lips closer to hers and kissed him vigorously. He allowed himself to be swept up in the throes of passion, half-crazed by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Somehow he just couldn’t get enough of her. His gaze feasted on her body as it glistened in the dim room, revealing tiny flecks of shimmering light that danced with each movement she made. He’d never witnessed a more enticing sight. Drowning in ecstasy, he couldn’t stop the profanities that escaped his lips as she gyrated to the rhythm of their copulation and arched her waist.

Her nails