Page 35 of Furi

“Welcome to the Battle Cruiser Warrior.”

“It’s huge. Bigger than 4’s.”

“Many generations newer. Faster. Better engines. Better defences.”

Looking up as they flew past it she was in awe. “How many on board?”

“4’s held a troop, could hold two. This carries a legion. Made to fight.”

Breathing out slowly she watched as he maneuverer the ship into the parking area. Setting it down, she saw a group of Cyborgs coming towards them. They all looked much like Furi, maybe not so deadly.

His ship docking, he helped her out of her seat belt and walked to the ramp that was lowering. Following in his footsteps. As it hit the ground Furi walked down it.

“Attention! Commander on board!” The whole space including those waiting on him stood straight. She knew this from 4. A superior officer was boarding. Looking around she couldn’t see anyone else and looked back to Furi who was now acknowledging the men. Then stood back and looked at her coming down.

“Lady Betty Furi of the Empire!” He roared out. “And my child to be born!” The whole space bowing then straightening.

What the hell?

She gripped her teeth hard glaring at him. His face cold. Reaching the bottom of the ramp she’d had enough. “Enough of the theatrics, where’s my room?”

“Not theatrics, protocol on joining any ship.”

“Right so you didn’t just inform the whole ship that I’m spoken for and pregnant?”

“We’re possessive Betty get used to it.” She glared at him. Several of the men around them glazing over. Furi smirked.

“What?”

“They want to know how I seeded you when you do not like me.”

She huffed. Knowing their need for data. “That’s easy. I thought I was dreaming, then it turned out to be real at which point there was no saying no.”

A Cyborg stepped forward and bowed. “I am Crsh. The Commanders First. He is known for the size of his cock and his prowess at fucking. He was much in demand in our slavery days.”

Her mouth dropped open, and she frowned. Seriously?

Then looked at Furi whose expression was blank.

And back to Crsh. “That is not polite conversation. How many exactly?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“Thousands.”

“He fucked thousands?” she whispered. 4 had never spoken of it like this.

“Men and women or they fucked him if bought and paid for. It was the life we had.”

Damn…

Suddenly feeling sick she sat down on the ramp trying to breathe through it. Furi bent down next to her still taller than her. “Betty?” he asked gently. More gently than anything he’d ever said before. Tears hit her eyes and she held them back.

“Need a minute. Could I have some cold water?”

There was movement and she closed her eyes. Then felt a cold hand on her forehead and the back of her neck. By the scent it was Furi. Taking a staggering breath, opening her eyes he was staring at her, she gave a nod as someone else passed her the water. “Thank you.” She downed it. Feeling better.

“You did not know that about us?” Again he asked gently.

She shook her head. “No. 4 never went into it.”

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