Page 50 of Stolen Slave

Over the next several flares, I planned to continue showing her the type of male I would be if she chose me. That she wouldn’t lack anything, including my attention, which she seemed to crave as much as I wanted to give it.

A slow smile lifted my lips as I left the cleansing unit and thought of the clean clothes I’d stashed in the med bay. The time for barriers between my pretty little human and me was over, and I couldn’t wait for her next feeding.

My ambal started to swell anew, and I knew it would be a long three flares. Probably the best in my life, though.

While I waited for her to wake, I went to the cargo bay, where I inspected my hard-won cleansed terra. The Wernius’s digestive system had turned the numerous bins of mineral waste into one full bin of terra.

Using the nearest datapad, I started a purity scan. If I’d timed the terra retrieval well enough, the single bin would contain pure, cleansed terra, one of the most sought-after commodities in the systems.

The terra in the ship’s grow bay was the nutrient-dead terra readily available in the systems. It worked well enough with the grow lights, but the plant growth would increase if I used cleansed terra, which carried all the nutrients needed for growth but none of the destructive microbes found in planet-side terra that mutated vegetation, causing it to turn carnivorous and aggressively overtake environments.

“Purity rating complete. Terraforming microbes non-aggressive. One hundred percent pure.”

I laughed my way to the med bay.

Vya walked in just as my follow-up scan completed and the arm extended to my leg for my second round of regeneration stim. She made a sympathetic sound and hurried to my side.

“I love watching you move, female.”

Her small hand clasped mine, and she patted my arm.

“I know, Khorahn. Shots aren’t fun. Next time, be more careful,” she said.

“Not if you keep touching me like this when you believe me to be in pain. I have something else that aches. I wonder if you will be as willing to help me with that once you can understand me.”

The stim administered with a hiss. She leaned in and pressed her chest mounds to my arm, wrapping another arm around me.

“Poor Khorahn.”

“Poor me, indeed.”

I sat up and slowly tugged her forward until she stood between my legs.

She came willingly, seeming to crave contact with me. I smoothed my hand over her back, greedily accepting the press of her bare body against mine.

Her hands trailed over my back as she hugged me close. Prior to the stop at Divos One, she’d sought contact with me, but not quite to this level. I didn’t mind, but I worried that I’d caused her additional stress.

“Do you need calming, my sweet female?”

She pulled back and smiled at me.

“How about we find something a little less life-threatening to do for a while? Got any games around here?” she asked.

“Soon we will understand one another and do many things together. This flare, let us work on your links. I need a distraction from your softness.” I stood, letting our bodies brush. “Come, my Vya.”

She looked down at the hand I held out to her, but her gaze shifted to my swollen ambal. She shook her head and met my gaze.

“You really need pants.”

“A covering will not stop my reaction to you, dear one.”

I motioned to her with the hand I still offered her, and she took it without hesitation, allowing me to lead her to my workroom.

“Jewelry repair definitely qualifies as dull compared to jumping out of your ship,” she said as we entered the space.

“This will not be dull, my pretty female. Let me show you.”

I lifted her and sat her on my work table. Her gaze caught on the pile of gems near the lengths of chains.

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