Page 36 of Infala: Bonded to the Enemy
“No. This is wrong,” he grumbled to himself, trying to focus on the sensation alone, not the invasive thoughts of the woman forcing their way into his mind.
Shalia’s smell was what invaded his thoughts next, his cock jerking and swelling hard in a flash.
“I don’t need a woman. I am fine alone,” he said through gritted teeth, fighting his own arousal.
Valin was a stubborn man. Powerful. And he wanted to climaxhisway, and no annoying captive would change that.
But her body. Her scent. Something was there, he found himself musing in spite of his own efforts. The way she made his body ache. How his chest tingled. And when she brushed against him, allowing him to look down her shirt, taking in the beauty of her body.
“Ohhh…” he gasped, his balls tightening hard against his body as his cock grew iron-bar hard. A hot gush of cum erupted out of him as he stroked, the electric jolts spreading from the tip of his cock through his belly and all the way to his toes.
Valin staggered, slamming his hand against the wall to steady himself as he pumped out a continuous stream of cum in powerful bursts. His abdomen tightened from the strain; his legs trembled from the intensity.
Finally, his senses began to return. He looked at the stream of sticky fluid dripping down the mirror, then at himself. He was incredibly turned on. He was also enraged.
“The damn bitch has poisoned my mind somehow,” he growled. “No. I will not allow it!”
He grabbed a rag and cleaned the mess, then lay back on his bed, still a little lightheaded. His cock jerked to life again of its own accord, wanting more, it seemed. He wrapped it in his hand and began stroking once again, a second climax already building. For just a moment he allowed his mind to roam free, and back to the human prisoner was where it went.
He cried out as the orgasm ripped through him, shooting cum all the way up his chest, pooling at his neck. Valin lay there, twitching, as a feeling of contented exhaustion washed over him, blocking out his rage and frustration, at least for the moment. He reached up and wiped himself clean as best he could, but slumber was singing its sweet siren song, and in no time at all he was fast asleep.
19
After bringing the commander his meal, Shalia left his quarters with a confused knot in her belly. The entire walk back to the mess hall she replayed the brief encounter over and over in her head.
“I don’t know what that was. Probably just my nerves messing with me.”
Deep down, she knew full well it was more than that.What, exactly, was the real question.
“Valin may not be as creepy as the others, but he’s still an asshole,” she grumbled, shaking off the warm fuzzies that had so unexpectedly blossomed in her belly.
The sight of the mess the others were making when she returned to the kitchen quickly extinguished whatever they were. Where they had been at least somewhat civilized in their dining habits at lunch, dinner tonight was a whole other thing.
Grallox smiled as he bumped past her, his hands wandering as he did, copping a feel of her ass as he leered at her. He was just messing with her now. The commander had chastised him in front of the others and in his impotence against his superior officer, he had apparently chosen to take his anger out on the poor human captive serving them.
Shalia looked at the table he’d been seated at. It was anabsolute mess. Toddlers were cleaner eaters than he and his group of friends had been. It looked almost like some frat boy food fight had taken place. And, given the general attitude of the Dohrags, she supposed that wasn’t entirely wrong, though the men, she’d noted, had all remained perfectly clean.
The dining hall, on the other hand, was going to be a lot of work.
She set to the dishes in the kitchen first, making quick time as no lingering guards were in that area to get in the way. By the time she’d finished that bit, the rest had left to go clean up for the night. That meant she was all alone.
“Goddamn slobs,” she grumbled, scraping up the largest food remnants into a pile, then scooping them onto a tray for disposal in the sterilization unit. The dishes and cutlery were easy enough to deal with. One could only make a plate so dirty, after all. But the tables, seats, and floors were another matter altogether.
She looked up and sighed. “Seriously? How did they even manage to get it up there?”
Fortunately, the ceiling was low enough that she could stack a chair on a table and reach the spat mark of whatever it was they had thrown up there. She could picture it now, the thuggish brutes laughing merrily as they thought of new ways to make her evening miserable.
“They’re not going to break me. Fuck you all, it’s not gonna happen,” she said through clenched teeth as she scrubbed and scraped until the ceiling was clean.
Shalia climbed down and set her sights on the tables and chairs next, saving the floor for last. The whole process took far longer than usual, and by the time she was done, she was sweaty and gross. Her clothes had seen better days, bits of food rubbed into them despite her best efforts to keep them clean. That meant she’d have to spend extra time in the showers rinsing them out before heading back to her quarters. Likely what Grallox and his cronies intended.
She’d planned on taking a thirty-second rinse instead of aproper shower, given the crew would be so close by, but Grallox’s actions had altered that plan.
“Unless,” she mused, pulling her top off in the kitchen as she walked to the sterilization unit. “It works on organic material, but what does it do to fabrics?”
There was only one way to find out.
Shalia carefully stuck just the very bottom hem of her shirt into the unit and activated it. She’d have her answer in mere seconds, one way or another.
