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Crew. Multiple aliens. He was going to give me to them.
My knees wobbled with fear, but I pushed past it. I had to show strength. So I ran at him and jammed my knee right up his crotch.
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Njal
Not many people managed to get past my guard. I was always vigilant, always prepared - but this female had succeeded in where hundreds of enemies had failed. She'd not only touched me. She'd hurt me. My eyes watered as I clutched my balls, the pain worse than anything I'd felt in a long time.
After kneeing me in the balls, she'd pushed past me and ran out of the room. I'd let her, too surprised at the turn of events.
I was glad none of my crewmates had been here to witness this unfortunate incident. I'd turned off the security camera in my room before porting her there, although that had been in anticipation of a very different activity. I'd not wanted them to see my balls slapping against her naked arse, not her bruising them in an unprovoked attack.
I couldn't help but admire her bravery. She was a captive in an unfamiliar place, taken from her planet, yet she'd not acted that way. Her confidence had been surprising. Did she really know Albyans? It was hard to believe. They kept to themselves, or at least they did ever since all their females fell asleep. It had been the talk of the galaxy for a while, but that was the last time I'd heard of them. It seemed they'd taken to look at other planets' females to replace their own.
I had to get more information about the female I'd abducted.
It had been completely random. Unwilling to wait for Torsten's algorithms to find me a female, I'd ported down to the planet's surface. I didn't know anything about Peritus, its geography and culture, so I decided on my destination by entering my date of birth as the porting coordinates. I'd ended up in a small settlement with unlit streets, perfect for my purposes. I couldn't stay long, not with the IGU satellites in orbit around Peritus, so I'd taken the first female I saw. It was unfortunate that I'd forgotten to double-check the porting coordinates on the way back. It knew my signature, so I was returned to the porting hub right next to the bridge, but the female had been categorised as live cargo and ended up in a livestock crate.
I rubbed my aching balls, unable to repress a groan. This wasn't going well at all. I better get her back before she got up to mischief on the Valkyr. Or before my crew realised what had happened. My reputation would be in tatters.
I pulled up a map of the Valkyr on the oversized screen I'd had installed only a few months ago, and had it scan for the Peritan female. She'd not got far. And she wasn't moving. Was this part of her strategy or had something happened to her? It had only been a click or two, not time enough for her to get injured. Right?
I hurried out of my room and towards the random storage room in which the system had located her. I racked my brain, trying to remember what we had stashed in that room. No weapons, I was sure of that. Nothing she should be able to use to harm me further - not that I was worried about that. She'd not catch me off guard a second time. I was Njal the Bloodthirsty and she was nothing but a Peritan female. Bah.
Resisting the urge to rub my balls again, I turned a corner - and there she was, her back turned to me. I scanned her for both injuries and weapons, but she looked just like before. A bit more dishevelled, maybe. Was that dust on her black clothes?
Her garments were strange. Alien. A form-fitting pair of breeches hugged her legs, but then continued upwards, turning into a shirt. It was all one suit, as if a shirt and breeches had been sewn together to make it harder for the wearer to take them off. I didn't understand the purpose. Unless there was a flap at the crotch to make pissing easier, it seemed a terrible idea. But the black suited her. It made her look tougher. Black was my favoured colour for battle. It didn't show any blood stains.
"Stop!" I shouted. She whirled around, saw me, then ran. Like prey. She was a warrior no more. Had that been genuine fear on her face? She'd turned too fast for me to be sure.
I pursued her along the corridor, hoping to the Gods that nobody else would come this way. My cabin was quite a distance from the crew quarters, but she was headed in that direction. Luckily, she wasn't very fast.
When I caught up with her, I didn't take any chances. I pushed her against the wall, caging her in, my hands on her hips, my body close to hers. Her eyes were wide, prey looking up at a predator, but then her expression changed. Defiance took the place of fear and she glared at me.
"Let go of me," she hissed, struggling against my tight hold.
She didn't stand a chance. I didn't need to use all my strength to control her struggles. In fact, I could have stayed like that for hours without breaking a sweat. Were all Peritans this feeble or was it just their females?
What she didn't have in physical prowess, she made up for with the fiery glare she aimed at me.
"Let go," she repeated, a shout almost.
"Only for you to run again? I don't think so."
This time, I was ready when she pushed up one leg, her knee aiming at my balls again. I deflected her kick before setting one foot on hers, putting enough weight into it for her to wince. I didn't want to hurt her, but I wasn't going to let her escape. I needed her. And already, she was giving me fantastic practice. If my mate was anything like her, I'd be prepared.
I returned her glare with a cool, relaxed stare, making it very clear that she was no threat to me. I'd hoped for her to back down, but the fire in her eyes only burned hotter. Interesting. I wondered what it would take for her to submit.
I liked a challenge. Especially when it involved a beautiful female.
I met her glare with a cool smile. My lips barely remembered how to do that. Smiling seemed a thing of the past.
For a moment, the female stilled. I didn't lessen my hold on her, didn't let her lull me into what she wanted. When she realised that trick wasn't going to work, she continued her pointless struggle.
"I can do this all day," I told her casually. "But can you?"
She flashed her teeth as if she wanted to bite me. I couldn't remember reading anything about that being one of the Peritans’ natural weapons.
