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She felt the familiar build of tension and fire and heat. Her movements grew rougher, faster, as urgency built and the need for release overwhelmed all else. Her legs were growing tired and he took over a bit, grasping her hips and controlling their movements. He picked up the pace, driving them both toward release.
Anna pushed herself faster, sinking deeper onto his cock. Her pussy walls twitched and spasmed. She gasped for breath, her heart racing. He thrust up inside her, seeming to grow even larger within her as he neared orgasm. Then the wave surged over her, flooding her body with explosions of pleasure. She closed her eyes and rode the release, aching in the most delicious way. Every nerve in her body was alive, rushed with thrill, and need, and satisfaction. She may have said his name. She may have screamed it—she wasn’t sure.
Trak pounded into her hard. His muscles strained and his heart pounded beneath her hands. Anna felt his cock twitch inside her. He let out a growl and pumped his seed deep within her. She felt the warmth of it, washing over her depths.
This time, instead of separating from him and rolling to her side, she collapsed on top of him and wrapped herself around him. Trak folded her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. “I would pay more than fifteen thousand credits for that,” he said, because, of course.
Twelve
“Have you thought about sending her back?”
Trak stared at his first officer in pure bafflement. “Why would I do that?”
They sat in the Miti Luti drinkingtagaand going over their inventory and accounting. Their latest haul, made before settling in to the Bott-L2 station for a bit, was selling well, flooding their accounts with credits and paying for much-needed updates to their main battle cruiser and other, support vehicles. Eventually, naturally, the conversation turned to less serious topics.
“Because she hasn’t conceived, of course.” Pizol stared back as if the response was obvious.
“She’s had one cycle here,” he said. “This process takes time.”
Pizol leaned over the table. “Are you sure you’re doing it right?”
Since Trak had recently left Anna quite well satiated, and full of his seed, he replied with a withering look.
“Leave the lad be,” said Niir, ever the sensible one. “Conception is an art, more than a science.”
“Actually, it’s a science,” said Yanc, between chewing food. “Adding art is optional.”
Niir sighed. “It’s a wonder our race didn’t die out long ago.”
“What are you talking about?” Pizol said, spreading his arms. “We are irresistible to females everywhere.”
Trak took a swig oftaga. “Are you on something or have you gone mad?”
“Both, I’d wager.” Niir gave Pizol a bland look, then his face went serious. “Look, the situation with the Belka-Tus needs to be addressed.”
“What situation?” Trak asked. “I contacted our fine, fellow Virilian citizen, Pella Rin,and he has agreed to pay what is owed to those great green lummoxes. I see nothing more to discuss.”
“Apparently they do.” Niir leaned back, stroking his chin. “Giru Limpa, their leader and ambassador to the RaX1 Quadrant, did not like your treatment of him.”
Trak dropped his cup with a thud. “My treatment ofhim?He muscled onto my ship, threatened me, then tried tobuythe female under my care. He is fortunate I didn’t blow a hole straight through his scaly gut.”
“Yes, how fortunate it is that the weapon you found was out of charge,” murmured Niir, “or we would all find ourselves at war with the Belka-Tu people. Not ideal, when we’re trying to clean up our image.”
Pizol snorted and crossed his arms. “We’ve nothing to clean up,” he muttered.
“We do when we’re trading with respectable—and deep pocketed—systems,” corrected Trak. “It’s good business, at this point. We’ve outgrown our roles as space pirates.”
“Anyway, my surveillance teams have informed me that Giru Limpa has been looking for recruits willing to raid our storage hangars. I’ve taken the liberty to bring in fresh security. It was a bit pricey, but worth it if we don’t want to deal with theft.”
Trak nodded. “Anything else your teams have come back with?”
Niir cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable. “Giru Limpa has been inquiring about your female.”
Trak’s stomach instantly clenched. “She’s not ‘my’ female. As I’ve explained to her, she is her own female, whom I happen to be sexually involved with at the present time.” He ignored the skeptical looks from his crew. “That said, I don’t want any of those Belka-Tu guards anywhere near her. At some point, she’ll be carrying my child. If anything happens to her, it will be the end of Giru Limpa and anyone else who happens to be nearby.”
“Of course, Trak.” Niir nodded gravely. “We all worry that the primal elements within us will come to the surface. I noticed that yours had roused a bit at your last meeting with Ambassador Limpa.”
“That was…a surprise.” Trak looked away. Those red streaks Anna had glimpsed on his face had not been intentional. Few things drew out the true, primal form of the Virilian male. Protecting Anna had begun the process. That certainly alarmed him. Thankfully it hadn’t progressed. That form was truly fearsome, and dangerous, and he doubted Anna would come near him again if she saw it. “Keep guards on the entrance to our quadrant.Absolutely no one enters who is not approved.”
