Page 35 of Stolen Slave

I set her down near the hydration processor and started her drink.

Without any prompting from me, she hoisted herself up on the counter and waited. The way she braced her hands on the edge created a slight forward lean that freed the weight of her breasts, which meant they swayed gently when she playfully swung her legs.

I hoped she ate quickly.

The need to mark her again increased the ache in my swollen ambal.

When I approached with her drink, she opened her legs. I didn’t let any dribble over the sides this time as she consumed the liquid. I was too busy watching the way her throat worked.

Systems, I wanted to run my hands over every bit of her.

I helped her down after she finished, and she wandered over to the table while I prepared her food.

As much as my thoughts wanted to stay centered on the exotic beauty, I forced myself to think of the list of tasks that still needed my attention before we arrived at Divos One. My suit and the mineral waste were ready. The safety protocols had been set and would activate in the event I was injured in some way.

“Command Khorahn, was there any information regarding human food varieties?”

“Basic nutritional requirements were provided in nutrient, mineral, caloric, and fat contents. Non-toxic sweeteners were also noted as having a positive effect on mood enhancement.”

“Search for non-toxic sweeteners and any known foods in the systems that will meet the basic human nutritional requirements. Eliminate options by cross-referencing any foods with known toxicities or irritants to humans.”

An arm reached around me and stole the bowl that the processor had spit out while I was giving the ship directions.

I turned and caught my female by the wrist.

“What? If you want to keep talking to your ship, I can feed myself.”

Plucking the bowl and spoon from her grasp, I nodded toward the table.

She exhaled heavily and led the way to the chair. She waited for me to sit then immediately straddled my legs.

“I should pee on you,” she mumbled as I slid the bowl toward her and spread my knees, thereby spreading her.

I almost smiled at her grumble and hoped the ship would find sweeteners suitable for human consumption.

After waiting a few moments for her to settle into the routine, I placed my palms on those teasing little limbs that liked to kick and bounce her breasts. She didn’t even pause in her eating. Encouraged, I ran my palms over her skin from knee to hip. Again, no fear or hesitation.

“You please me, female,” I said gently. “Soon, we will work on expanding your trust.”

I ran my fingers through her soft hair, and she leaned into the touch.

“So responsive.”

She turned to look at me, patted my chest, then resumed her meal.

My ambal leaked my secretion fluid all the way to the cleansing unit, unable to hold a drop more. Her head rested against my shoulder until the door to the cleansing unit opened. Her head jerked up, and I saw in her eyes that she wasn’t going to make this easy on either of us.

“Waste removal unit. Human setting,” I said.

She clutched at my shoulders and shook her head.

“No alien toilets. Do you hear me, Khorahn? Absolutely not.”

“All is well, little one. I will care for you.”

I had her on the unit before it finished fully extending.

“Rush removal,” I said, issuing the same command as this morning.

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