Page 44 of Stolen Slave

“Command Khorahn, prep the sys-unit for repair,” I said, rolling off the terra. “If I’m not in the med bay within a prexel, initiate emergency protocol five-one-nine.”

“Confirmed.”

I limped through the cargo bay and into the hallway. A rhythmic thumping made me pause. For a moment, I couldn’t place the noise. When I did, I cringed. Despite all the scent-markings, my female had not remained calm.

“Command Khorahn, open the nav center door.”

“Khorahn!” my female yelled a halo-flash later from deeper within the ship.

I wanted to go to her and comfort her, but if I passed out and she witnessed a bot drag me to the med bay under emergency protocol five-one-nine’s directive, she would likely become more agitated.

So I continued my slow, limping walk toward the med bay.

The door slid open just as my female found me.

“What in the hell was that?” she asked, her scent lightly infused with anger. “You ninja-killed two giant worms for what? Eating a fucking king’s ransom in gems you dumped on the ground in the first place? That was on you.”

While she scolded, she tucked herself close to my injured side and helped support my weight with an arm around my waist.

“Did you see the teeth on them? Thanks to the cameras, I did. You should have run the moment that thing surfaced. What if it had killed you? What would have happened to me? I don’t want to starve to death in space. Or did you forget that I was completely dependent on you? I can’t even drink without you.”

I stopped in front of the exam table.

“Begin removal,” I said.

The suit fell away from my face, and my female scowled up at me.

“I’m so mad at you.”

“I know, my female. I understand you’re upset. Give me a few prexels, and I will help calm you again. All will be well.”

The ship shuddered against the orbital pull of Divas One, and the female wrapped her arms around me, grabbing onto the exam table to hold us both. She sought to protect me. The gesture made me even more determined to do what was necessary to sway her decision to stay with me.

Once the turbulence ended, she released me, and I started peeling away the suit. Her delicate little hands caressed my skin as she helped tug it down my arms and waist.

“I saw that thing bite you. How bad is it?” A hint of worry seeped into her scent but quickly faded.

“All will be well, Vya.” I took her hands and brought them to my mouth, pressing her fingers there before tugging the rest of the suit free.

The thigh gash was as bad as I’d imagined. The suit had done what it could to stop the bleeding, but it ran freely without the material sealing the wound.

“You bleed purple?” Vya asked, helping me onto the exam table.

The sys-unit’s light swept over me, scanning the extent of the damage, and I nudged Vya a step back so the arm wouldn’t bump her. Her wide-eyed gaze searched for other injuries along with the unit.

“Substantial damage detected on the lower extremity. Cauterization and regeneration stims recommended.”

“Proceed with recommendation.”

The arm swung around and injected the stim into the skin of my damaged thigh.

Vya hissed out a sympathetic breath and reached for my hand.

Turning my head toward her, I focused on the way her fingers caressed over mine rather than the cauterization laser. She pressed the back of my hand to her chest between the mounds of her smooth, pale skin. The enthralling contrast of lighter and darker skin distracted me, and my ambal began to swell at the thought of rubbing my secretions into those fleshy mounds. Her nipples had pebbled the last time I’d done it, and she’d found her pleasure on my hand. I craved to repeat the experience until I was no longer gently coaxing but she was demanding her pleasure from me. I didn’t think it would take much longer for me to gain her remaining trust.

“Command Khorahn, are the jump calculations to resupply and reach Navar Seven complete?” I asked as the sys-unit began spraying the knitting compound over the opening in my leg.

“The most time and cell conserving option has been found.”

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