Page 29 of Infala: Bonded to the Enemy
He was hung, and with a capital H, and Shalia couldn’t help but stare at the beast between his legs. It was thick and long, swaying with a heft she could almost feel from across the compartment as it slapped into his thigh when he entered the showers, his sizeable balls hairless and bulging beneath it. But beyond the size, his manhood had other interesting features. Decidedly alien ones.
His cock was tattooed, the only one on the crew so far as shecould tell. The lines and fine runes ran up the sides and top, the black and gold inks blending together, circling his thick head in an ornate design. Even with the healing properties of the pigment, she was sure that had to have hurt. But there was more.
From what she could see, there also appeared to be regularly spaced lumps under the skin, round and firm, looking almost like large pearls that ran the entire length of his shaft. Those closer to the tip seemed bigger than the others, and as she watched the water running down his muscular body and off his impressive cock, Shalia found herself wondering what such an unusual and impressive cock would feel like buried deep inside her.
What the fuck are you thinking? she chided herself just as she felt the heat of his defiant, proud eyes blazing down on her with such intensity she could almost tangibly feel his barely contained aggression. But rather than look away, she held his gaze, not about to give him the satisfaction of making her flinch. She was already a prisoner here; she doubted they could make it much worse.
Surprisingly, the commander didn’t react. He just stared a moment longer. She saw his cock swell slightly, twitching under the flowing water, and raised an eyebrow just a fraction of an inch. It seemed alien men were just like humans. They had two brains, and the smaller one was the more impulsive of the two.
Once more his length moved as a little more blood surged into it. Commander Valin’s jaw flexed, his gaze hardening, then he turned his back on her. Given the magnificently chiseled shape of it, his action didn’t have exactly the effect he’d intended.
Shalia’s mouth watered slightly, and her body felt flush. This was weird. Not good. No. Definitely not.
Fuck this guyshe thought, pissed off and a little conflicted. Though there was still a bit more cleaning to do, she rose to her feet and walked back to her quarters. She’d finish the job tomorrow. For tonight she’d seen quite enough.
15
Shalia’s night passed without further incident, and no one attempted to bother her in her sleep. There was a locking mechanism on the door, but it required some sort of security clearance to activate, and she was most definitely lacking one of those. She rose and dressed, then stepped out into the corridor.
The sounds of the crew’s gruff chatter wafted to her ears just as the smell of their breakfast found its way to her nose. Judging by the noise, they were all eating together.
“If I hurry, I can get the bathroom done before they finish,” she mused, hurrying off to finish the task she’d started the prior night.
Shalia worked fast. She had absolutely no desire to have any further encounters with the Dohrag crewmembers if she could avoid it. And seeing as this was the one place pretty much all of them wound up coming at some point in the day, if she could bang this out quickly then she’d be safe from any potential interaction. At least in this part of the ship.
What else the commander might have lined up for her she didn’t know, but it had to be better than cleaning the bathroom, though she had to wonder exactly what she could possibly be qualified to do. All of the manual labor was done down on the surface, the harvesting done by hand. But from what she’d seen sofar, up here on the station most of the systems were automated. Yes, crew unloaded the shuttle and moved the cargo to the right areas, but beyond that it all seemed to run on its own. What there might be for her to do, she had no idea.
“You,” a familiar, booming baritone called out.
She looked up at Commander Valin, the enormous gray-blue skinned man towering over her.
“What?” she said, holding his gaze defiantly.
“This was to be completed last night. That was my order.”
“Yeah, I know. But it was too crowded. And maybe tell your men to try aiming a little. They’re pissing all over the place, you know.”
“You dare speak of my crew like this?” he growled, but she could see the tiniest flicker of amusement in his eyes. Apparently, he agreed, at least on his men’s cleanliness.
“I’m not trying to be insulting, but yeah, I am,” she shot back. “On my planet, even little kids learn not to piss on the floor. And I’ve seen what they’re working with. It shouldn’t be a big deal aiming for the bowl.”
“You should watch your tongue. My men are the finest Dohrag troopers in the system.”
“Theonlyones, from what I’ve heard,” she added quietly.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
He glowered at her, probably coming up with some new torment for his little human captive.
Shoulda kept my mouth shut,she chided herself. But this guy was pissing her off. Like, she was already a captive, and she already had to do whatever they wanted, so why be even more of a dick about it?
Valin looked around, taking in the cleaned facilities properly for the first time. His angry stare softened just a fraction. Like her or not, there was no denying this human female had done a better job cleaning the place than any of his men.
“Finish this task, then go to the mess hall.”
“That was my plan. I’ll grab breakfast when I’m done here.”
