His libidinous speech echoed through her head, the sparkling sensations burst against her clit, and as she crested the huge climactic wave, his thrusting finger accelerated, and the thick phallus suddenly buzzed in her backside.
“Do you want your climax, Abby? Wiggle your beautiful ass if you want to explode,” he demanded, briskly spanking her with his free hand. “Show me how much you want it.”
He was controlling her body and holding her orgasm at bay. Desperate for the climax, she arched her back, spread her knees further apart, and zealously gyrated her hips.
“Yes, you want it very badly, but you must suck me dry before you can come! Do you hear me? When you’re ready to swallow my essence show me that lewd wiggle again. The moment you do, my cock will erupt. Remember, you must suck out every drop before I’ll let you come.”
There was no thought or hesitation. With a frenzied need to orgasm she bucked back at him. Barely a second later, his rod spurted, and fervently siphoning the bulbous head, she accepted his copious flow. The delicious taste of vanilla cream splashed against her tongue, and she felt no reluctance as it slid down her throat, but to her surprise, when she’d taken the last drop and licked him clean he didn’t fall flaccid.
“Ah, yes, Abby, what a good girl. Now you will have your reward. Lift your head. Here it comes.”
He’d barely spoken when the powerful orgasm rocketed through her body. Every nerve sparked, lights flashed through her brain, and she was sure she would splinter into a thousand pieces. The spasms seemed never-ending, but as his soothing voice broke through, the intense convulsions began to wane.
“Easy, Abby, easy...”
The buzzing in her backside faded away, and as his finger withdrew from her pussy, the dildo slid from her forbidden channel, but as she tried to catch her breath, an unexpected wave of emotion washed over her. Helping her lie next to him, he wrapped her into his arms and tenderly held her as she cried.
“Abby, you carried such stress and fear inside you, but now it’s been released. Let your tears flow as they wish. They are tears of healing, not tears of sadness or grief.”
His voice was full of comforting warmth, and resting in his tender embrace she realized he was right. The powerful climax had liberated her, and as her tears began to abate, she let out a heavy sigh.
“Can you stay for a while?” she murmured, never wanting to leave the comfort of his enveloping hug. “I suppose you have things to do.”
“There are matters that need my attention, but at the moment my priority is caring for you. I’ll stay as long as you need me.”
“You will?”
“Of course I will. It would be cruel for me to leave you now, and I’m not cruel. Melt into me and let yourself drift. I will not let you go.”
“Thank you.”
He could already feel her slipping away. She needed to rest, and Keon could deal with Commander Sinjin for a little while longer. Staying with her and making her feel safe and at peace was imperative.
The purple glove had turned blue.
Abby could safely mate and bear offspring.
* * *
Yawning and opening her eyes, Abby glanced around the chamber. Met with the familiar green glow and barren room, she let out a sigh. This was her new reality, at least until she met the ruler and turned down his proposal.
“Did you have a nice rest, Abby?”
“I did.”
“I sense sadness.”
“Of course I’m sad.”
“Yes,” he said slowly. “Of course you are. Would it help if you have familiar objects around you? I can create anything you want in here.”
“Here is here. Whatever is in this room won’t change that. I know it’s temporary, but it’s still not easy being in this strange place.”
“Adjustment is difficult, but I believe this despair will pass more quickly than you might think.”
“It will pass when I tell this ruler of yours I want to go home, then you can take me back to the compound on Mars,” she said vehemently.
“Abby, why didn’t you say, take me back to my home on Earth? Wouldn’t that be your preference?”
“Uh... I... I don’t want to talk about that,” she replied, dropping her eyes.
“Then you don’t have to, and it’s probably just as well. The commander of the patrol has been waiting to speak with me,” he said, his voice suddenly sounding formal. “I would prefer not to keep him waiting any longer.”
“I assume this ship is more important than his.”
“Why would you say that?”
“It was just a passing thought,” she said, then frowning, she added, “but if he’s a commander and you can keep him waiting, then you must be senior to him.”
“You’re correct. I am his senior, but you must save any more questions until later.”
“There is one thing, and it’s important. I’m starving,” she said urgently. “How do I ask for something to eat? Do I tell Minerva? The keeper doesn’t understand most of what I say.”
“He’s learning, and it’s important he’s forced to practice by speaking and listening. Minerva is here now, so his language skills will improve, but the answer is yes,” he said emphatically. “The keeper will prepare whatever you want. Tell Minerva while he’s in the room then she can translate if she needs to.”
“I’m craving scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast, and tea. Is that possible? Probably not, though you magically produced that lasagna for me.”
“Of course that’s possible,” he replied with a slight smile. “There’s a large store of provisions from Earth on this ship. I enjoy it very much.”
“You’re making my head spin again.”
“We don’t want that,” he said, with the hint of a smile, “and I must go, but first...”
To her surprise, he suddenly grabbed her and hugged her tightly.
“You are special, Abby Walker. You are beautiful and so very special.”
As he quickly slipped from the bed and pulled on his clothes, she felt her heart swell. She didn’t want to feel joy at his praise. She didn’t want to feel joy about anything.
“It’s all right to be happy,” he murmured, as if reading her mind. “There’s no shame in accepting this. Why don’t you go into your bathroom and freshen up? Minerva will be here when you come out.”
Then, to her shock, he winked.
The simple act seemed completely incongruous, and as he strode from the room she stared after him.
“He’s more human all the time,” she muttered. “What the hell is going on?”
* * *
In energy cell compartment X8, the reptilian male uncurled himself. In order to rest he’d dropped his head to his chest, and spreading his long, gangly arms, like the wings of a bat, appendages opened up and wrapped around him. Falling forward and rolling into a ball, his tough scaly outer layer had shielded his eyes and protected him as he slept.
His time on the alien craft had been difficult, much more difficult than he’d expected. His large bulbous eyes were extremely sensitive to light. Fay, his home, was wonderfully cold with very little sun, and the cell compartment was the only place he’d been able to find near the human that his eyes could tolerate. When he’d moved down the brightly lit passage to her chamber, the pain had been terrible, and entering the dark room had been a huge relief.
But soon his time there would come to an end.
The human would be his captive.
Zaroff and the alliance would have to listen to the demands of Sheba, the ambitious and ruthless Faylin determined to take control of the alliance and rule over the planet members.
Chapter Eleven
The moment Zaroff entered the command center he prepared himself for bad news. Keon’s line of worry cut deep across his forehead, and Commander Sinjin’s greeting was solemn.
“I take it we have a problem,” Zaroff remarked. “I’m going to guess this has to do with the Faylins.”
“Yes, sir, I’m afraid you
’re correct,” Keon replied. “Their vessels are gathering outside the border of the alliance headquarters.”
“When you say vessels, are you talking about a few or many?”
“The last count was ten, but sightings are coming in from patrols in other areas of the galaxy. There are more Faylin ships on the way.”
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Commander Sinjin muttered, deep worry in his voice. “They are a strange race. They usually keep to themselves on that wretched planet of theirs. Why are they suddenly buzzing through our protected areas? More importantly, why do they appear to be congregating outside the alliance perimeter?”
“Why indeed?” Zaroff remarked grimly. “Has there been any communication from them? Has the alliance defense council attempted to reach out to one of their vessels?”
“They did, sir,” Keon replied. “All attempts to communicate have been ignored. Do you think this is related to the skirmish we had here? Could they be angry about the loss of their ship?”
“Whatever their reasons, I’m worried about your safety, sir, and the safety of the human female,” Sinjin declared. “The councilmembers share my concern. If the ships continue to arrive, they could surround the headquarters and prevent you from entering, or worse, attack you when you approach.”
“Sinjin, we both know if they acted aggressively they’d be blown to smithereens. They wouldn’t dare block my path.”
“Perhaps they have new weapons,” Sinjin replied. “Sir, I’m deeply troubled by their aberrant behavior.”
“If they had new weapons they would not have left the area in such a hurry after I destroyed one of their ships. No, they won’t try to stop me. They know they wouldn’t survive and we’d suffer little, if any damage,” Zaroff said, walking across to his desk. “Their presence has to do with Abby Walker. How they intend to use her, and why, is the mystery. Ah, yes, I see their small, strange vessels amassing.”
Keon and Sinjin joined him to stare down at the glossy screen showing the three-dimensional image of the huge structure housing the alliance. The impressive headquarters resembled a city skyline on Earth, and the formation of the Faylin ships could be clearly seen, though they had remained at a safe distance. Markers, like buoys in the ocean, warned intruders to stay back. No one was permitted to pass through them without permission.
“What are they doing?” Sinjin exclaimed, throwing up his hands. “This makes no sense. I don’t like things that make no sense. Why would they put themselves at such risk if their defenses are as weak as we believe?”
“We must step back and consider the facts,” Zaroff said calmly. “We know there was—and probably still is—a Faylin hiding on board. How this reptile was able to gain access we have no idea, but it did. For the moment, how is irrelevant, though once we catch it, and we will, the creature will be compelled to tell us. Then we’ll take steps to correct whatever flaw permitted its entry. We know it has an interest in Abby Walker, and the presence of a Faylin fleet outside the headquarters is no coincidence.”
“But what does it all mean?”
“I don’t know, but we must protect our human passenger at all costs. I want two patrols flanking this ship as we approach the headquarters. The Faylins wouldn’t dare attack a battleship escort.”
“I was thinking the same thing, sir,” Sinjin agreed. “I’ll arrange for them to meet up with you at the halfway point of your journey.”
“Good. Keon, ready us for departure.”
“Yes, sir. Goodbye, Commander Sinjin. I wish you well.”
“Goodbye, Keon. I wish you well.”
As Keon turned and strode from the room, Zaroff studied Sinjin’s expression and body language. He was a highly respected and seasoned commander. It was unlike him to be so worried, especially considering the weakness of the enemy. The Faylins were no match for any member of the alliance. Something else was worrying the commander.
“Keon has left,” Zaroff said, lowering his voice. “I sense you’re holding back. Tell me everything, Sinjin.”
“I was told to keep this top secret, sir.”
“I’m listening.”
“It’s about the green substance. The same mess was recently found on two other ships. There were Faylins in the area, but—”
“But no connection was made,” Zaroff muttered, interrupting him. “I assume the information was put in a regular report by these ships, but no one paid any attention to it.”
“That’s it exactly, sir. Because of the silent alarm you ordered, Keon was required to send the details of your discovery to the council. The intelligence officer remembered the other reports immediately. I was to tell you, and only you, when we met up.”
“The other ships that reported the substance, where were they?”
“The first was patrolling the second quadrant in Andromeda, and the second near Rathe.”
“The Faylins were near our planet?” Zaroff asked, alarm in his voice. “I find that difficult to believe.”
“They didn’t pass through our warning barrier,” Sinjin said hastily, “so they never posed a threat.”
“No wonder you’re so concerned. Sinjin, the substance is an excretion, which means the Faylins were on those patrol ships.”
“On board our battleships?” Sinjin said urgently as he began to pace. “This is extremely disturbing. They must have developed a sophisticated form of teleportation. It’s the only explanation, but I see doubt in your eyes, sir.”
“There’s a saying on Earth. Not everything is as it seems. They may have discovered a way to board a ship, but I do not believe these backward reptiles are capable of such advanced science.”
“I agree. This is completely baffling. How would you like me to proceed, sir?” Sinjin asked, pausing his step.
“The Faylins that were in this vicinity are gone, but if they return, keep a sharp watch for that substance, and something else has just crossed my mind,” Zaroff said thoughtfully. “Not every commander may have reported finding an innocuous spillage. For that matter, workers may have cleaned it up and not had the presence of mind to tell their seniors what they’d found. Send out an alert to all the patrols. I want to know exactly how many times the Faylins have successfully boarded our vessels.”
“Just the patrols, sir? What about our cargo and transport ships?”
“Just the patrols for the moment. I don’t want rumors spreading.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get right on it.”
“The light has turned amber,” Zaroff declared as the hue illuminating the room changed from soft green. “We’ll be departing shortly.”
“Then I’ll say goodbye, sir. It’s been good to see you again. Be well.”
“Good to see you too, Sinjin. Be well.”
As the commander left, Zaroff turned his attention back to the image of the headquarters and the line of the Faylin ships. Though several alliance warships had appeared, unless the Faylins crossed the perimeter or behaved aggressively, the warships couldn’t take any action. Zaroff grimaced as he witnessed the arrival of three more Faylin vessels. As long as they stayed outside the markers they had a right to be there. It was free space.
“What are you scaly creatures up to?” he muttered. “You can’t possibly win a battle. I wonder if you’re going to make a threat, but what could that be? You are a backward, feeble race. How could you possibly threaten us?”
Lifting his eyes, he rippled the wall and brought the chamber into view. Abby was finishing her meal at the table, and Minerva sat across from her drinking from a large mug. The hint of a smile curled his lips. A dainty china teacup would have looked ridiculous in the female warrior’s long, thick fingers.
“Zaroff,” Abby exclaimed, her head darting in his direction. “Any news?”
“In a moment your room will change to amber. That means we’re ready to leave. When it changes to blue we have departed.”
“Leave! You mean we’re going to the alliance headquarters?”
“We are. You won�
�t feel any movement as we journey through space.”
“How long will we be traveling?”
“For your frame of reference, five Earth days. Does this news make you anxious?”
“Uh, yes, a bit.”
“I must remain in the command center for a while, but I’ll come to your chamber as soon as I’m free to leave. If you wish to view events on Earth and the compound on Mars you should do that now. As we approach the outer edges of the solar system the transmission will be lost.”
“Thank you, Zaroff. Yes, I want to do that.”
“I’ll see you in a little while. That is all.”
* * *
As Zaroff disappeared, Abby downed the last of her tea, and as she picked up the black control box, the light in the room changed to amber.
“I can’t believe I’m about to travel through space.”
“Are you going to look at your friends on Earth? That might be unwise. You appear to be adjusting and reminders might interfere with your emotional well-being.”
“I want to see what I’ve missed, and there’s one person in particular I’m concerned about. His name is Charlie. I just want to make sure he’s okay.”
“Your friend won’t know you’re watching him. You might see something you’d rather not.”
“Minerva, what are you trying to say?”
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