Page 88 of Stolen Slave

For the first time, I witnessed actual water pouring from the ceiling like a gentle rain shower. I tested the temperature with my fingers.

“It’s cleanser,” Khorahn said. “I verified it’s safe for humans.”

I stepped right in and started washing. When I was done, I felt ready enough for the toilet set on its gentlest extraction setting. After, I sat on Khorahn’s lap for the steam cycle.

While I relaxed, I thought about how I’d felt during the call with the Oebri and the woman’s promise that the Oebri couldn’t influence me like they could other races. I wanted to believe her. Yet, she’d been quick to mislead me about going back to Earth.

“Do you think the accidental scent-marking you gave me last night will be enough to keep the Oebri from messing with my head?” I asked.

“Yes,” Khorahn said firmly.

“Okay. Then, I’ll go with you. I have to admit, I am a little curious what a station looks like compared to Mtinash’s place.”

“Larger and less welcoming.”

I wondered if welcoming meant another naked man wearing cock chains but didn’t ask.

An hour later, I once again wore my systems dress as the cargo bay door opened to show a very unimpressive docking bay. The handsome—clothed—Oebri waiting for us was equally unimpressive, especially when compared to Khorahn, who stood beside me wearing pants that molded to his thighs along with an equally snug shirt.

The weird-looking stick things strapped to Khorahn’s arms, legs, and torso, which I would hazard to guess were weapons, added to his sex appeal.

“The light shines upon me, my beauty,” the Oebri said as we descended from Khorahn’s ship. “Thank you for gracing this station with your presence.”

“Thank you for welcoming us,” I said, feeling awkward as hell since I was the only naked person present.

“My name is Cenar. Allow me to act as your guide and protector while your male completes his business here.”

Something about the way he said it—while completely polite and fawning—rubbed me the wrong way.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

KHORAHN

The scent of Cenar’s lust filled my nose as Vya stepped closer to me.

“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll stick with Khorahn.” She reached out and took my hand in hers. No fear or worry flavored her scent as she smiled at me. Only contentment.

Cenar glanced at me. “You are blessed by the light to have won such a female’s favor.”

I was blessed, but I wasn’t about to admit it in front of this tuber who was desperately trying to gain her favor from me.

“Is there anything on this station you would like to see?” I asked her instead.

“I want to see what you normally do when you turn in bounties.”

“Bounties?” Cenar echoed, looking troubled.

Vya turned toward him. “Yes. Is there a problem with that?”

“Esteemed female, perhaps you are unaware of how dangerous it is to associate with bounty hunters. They are men with questionable ethics and unlikely to have been educated in the proper care of a female.”

Vya released my hand and opened her arms wide.

“Do you not see my very proper dress along with all my well-cared-for bits? I think Khorahn is doing a damn fine job.”

I grinned, loving Vya more than I’d thought possible.

“Of course, my beauty,” Cenar said with a slight bow. “Are you hungry or thirsty? I can show you to the galley. We have an?—“

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