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“I will. That is not a question.”
“We’ll see.” And just as I’m about to accuse her of her own form of cruelty, she lowers herself onto me.
We release shared moans, our breaths mixing as she collapses forward, catching herself on my chest. I move her arms out to the side so that I can feel her breasts against me as I piston up into her. Her warmth is pure ecstasy. I release muttered curses as she releases muttered prayers.
“Take your pleasure, bloodthirsty female.”
She is unsure as she starts to move, switching her hips back and forth. Eventually, she finds a position she likes, one where she can rub her soft nub and curls against my body as I arch into her.
Her back curves. She thrusts her breasts out and xok, does she look lovely. She starts to whimper as her first orgasm builds.
I’m panting, thighs clenched, whole body strained as I fight to keep my own orgasm contained. “Don’t retreat from it,” I say. “Follow me.”
She doesn’t know what I mean, but her body does and soon, our movements have matched into a steady pulse. The beat sounds like the drums of my own heart. I know, looking up at her face, that she feels it. The Xanaxana is settling. The Xanaxana is claiming. It’s running wild. The pain of Xana’s punishment has all but released and I know that this means my Xiveri mate’s own shame is receding, if only for now.
“That’s it…”
“Krisxox,” she whines. Her mouth opens and her body begins to tremble. Her insides tighten around my xora and just as she releases and I release right there with her, I hear the first warning beep.
I roar into her hair as my hips lift and her whole body pitches. I catch her against my chest, strapping her to me with my arms as she screams into the plates covering my right pectoral. Her nectar and my seed slide down the length of my shaft to wet my stones as she tightens around me convulsively.
I shout her name. She whimpers mine.
The beeping gets louder and more frequent, intervals closing in on one another. I roll over and my hips keep me from getting up. They’re pinning hers and slapping against her, my balls swatting her ass with each thrust.
I empty into her again and again, muttering curses as well as her name. The moment I’ve finished, I pull out of her even though it causes us both to buckle.
I struggle over to the control chair and check the screen. “Xok.”
“What is it, Krisxox?” Svera says dazedly.
“Put your shift on. Take this.” I limp over to her, feeling like a madman as I rip open the weapons’ cache built into the floor. I hand her a short dagger, too scared to let her use a blaster or anything else more dangerous.
“Verax.”
“Our thrusters have been disabled and there’s an incoming Eshmiri ship.”
“Eshmiri?”
“Pirates, like the Niahhorru but uh…different.”
Her face falls, turns bright red and then a horrible white. “Can’t we…should we… You’re going to fight?”
I’m going to try. But Eshmiri aren’t like the Niahhorru who at least fight with some semblance of honor. The Eshmiri are maniacs and will likely use disablers as soon as they get the doors open.
“Hexa.”
The entire ship shakes and rumbles. Svera nearly falls, but manages to catch herself on the back of a chair just in time.
I strap on my kilt and start mounting weapons to my frame.
Svera shakes her head, snapping out of it. “Nox. Nox, nox, nox.” She drops her dagger and grabs her stupid carpet instead. “You think fighting is the only way.” She reaches me and covers my hand with hers. In my fist, I hold a grenade.
The Eshmiri ship reels us in, but I don’t break her gaze, preferring to watch her straighten instead and smooth down her skirts, like she isn’t completely covered in my seed and like we aren’t trapped in this universe-forsaken transporter, me, about to be sold.
“What are you going to do, talk them to death?” I balk and meet her gaze. It’s even and cool. It gives me the chills. Me. Krisxox. Ten times her size, I’m suddenly caught in her shadow. And not for the first time.
“Precisely. I’m going to negotiate.”
