by C. F. Harris
Meanwhile Dalia had taken on a look of intense concentration of her own. She stared up at me with that same intensity she’d had when she was, say, taking out a bunch of Kliks who were foolish enough to cross her, but there was also a smile that said she was enjoying this for all that it was also causing her some discomfort.
Though from the way she bit her lip I didn’t think it was causing her too much discomfort. Or at the very least I hoped the pleasure she was getting was just as intense as the discomfort.
I slid into her slowly. Oh so slowly. It was the sort of pleasurable torture I never would’ve imagined possible. If the Kliks had come up with a slow moving torture like this while I was their captive then I would’ve told them anything I knew.
Though, then again, it was possible that they had come up with a slow moving torture like this to use on their prisoners. Perhaps that was part of the reason why they had the arena. So they could listen in on the pillow talk between the conquerers and their prizes.
All those idle thoughts left my head as I finally pressed our bodies together. I was buried inside her. I hadn’t thought it would be possible, but I was inside her completely.
I paused to savor the moment. This wasn’t something I’d ever thought I’d enjoy again when I’d been taken captive on the Klik ship, and now that it was happening it was almost too much for me.
“You going to be okay there, pirate?” Dalia asked, grinning up at me.
“I think so,” I said. “Just trying to savor the moment.”
“Well don’t savor it too much,” she said. “I don’t want you finishing before I’m done with you!”
I growled at that challenge and pulled out. Pressed into her again. She gasped in surprise at my sudden fervor, but she seemed to enjoy it from the way she wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my backside, pulling me into her again and again.
She threw her head back and moaned with the pleasure of the moment. Every time I thrust into her I was met with a new gasp that was more exciting than the last. Her body bounced in a most hypnotic way, and I occasionally looked down between us to that spot where our bodies joined to remind myself that this was actually happening.
Though for all that she’d told me she wanted to make sure this lasted, I knew that wasn’t going to be the case. This was too intense. It’d been too long. She was too beautiful. Her exotic alien beauty was pushing me over the edge.
Luckily I didn’t have to worry too much that she was pushing me over the edge. From the way her body was shuddering underneath me and she was tossing her head from side to side as she screamed loud enough that she was overwhelming several indicators from her ship that seemed like they should be telling us something important, she was having a hell of a time herself.
Finally it was too much for me. The display she was giving me was too much. With a roar of my own, a primal roar I hadn’t known was possible from a civilized creature, I buried myself inside her and felt the impossible heat coupled with the calm that came with emptying myself inside her.
I held myself there for quite some time. Long enough that her screams subsided and some of those warning signals that were coming through started to drown out her gasps. She still let out quiet little pants as she looked up at me, her eyes lidded, and smiled one hell of a sexy smile.
She pulled me down into a kiss. A kiss that quickly turned far more intense than I think she’d intended, but I wasn’t complaining!
“You were every bit as incredible as I thought, Kir,” she said.
I searched her eyes. This strange alien woman was everything I’d needed. It’d taken me going through torture in a penal battalion and then on a Klik ship to find her, but it was worth it if I finally came through on the other side with something like this.
I grinned at her. “You know I don’t think the Klik language has a word that can express how I’m feeling right now.”
She pulled me in for another kiss. “My people do. What you’re talking about here is love.”
“Love,” I said, rolling the word around on my tongue and smiling. “Yes, love. I think I like the sound of this word!”
“I figured you would,” she grinned. “Now get off me. I need to see what those alarms are going on about.”
25
Dalia
My eyes went wide as I sat up and realized what all those warnings were. I could’ve kicked myself for getting distracted like that when there were important things happening around here, but I also wasn’t going to admonish myself too much.
That’d been a hell of a lot of fun, and I wasn’t going to apologize. Not after the hell I’d been through to get to that indescribable pleasure.
“What’s the problem?” Kir asked, stepping back into the room wearing a jumpsuit similar to my own that he’d reconstituted while I was trying to figure out what all the computer’s bitching was about.
“The Fleet is here,” I said.
All through the night sky I could see the beautiful sight of ships winking into existence as they dropped out of faster than light. They moved through space with a predatory grace that said they were armed to the teeth and ready to take something out.
I worried for a moment that maybe some trigger happy gunner on some ship somewhere would fire on the Klik ship and ruin all of this, but no. The Fleet had far more discipline than that.
Several of those alarms going off were proximity alarms warning me there were new ships dropping out of FTL nearby. I’d ignored them because of what I’d learned about the Kliks and their inability to use FTL while instead relying on old jump points, but I realized now that was a hell of a gamble to have taken.
Even if I was pretty sure I had the key to defeating the Kliks.
Another one of those warning indicators was something I shouldn’t have been ignoring for as long though. It was a hailing frequency from the Enterprise, which was the flag ship of Admiral Kirk.
I smiled as I always did at the little joke the Admiral had come up with. Obviously he was as much of a fan of ancient earth entertainments about space travel as just about everyone else who went into the Fleet was.
The lucky bastard just so happened to have a name that made him the perfect match for a career in the Fleet, and he’d had a little fun when he got to name his ship. Though this sleek battlecruiser bore no resemblance to the mix of flying saucer and rocket ship that’d traveled the imaginary stars in the latter half of the twentieth century.
“Captain Anderson,” he said with a nod when I brought up the screen. His eyes darted to Kir, but he didn’t say anything about the alien. Yet. “You weren’t answering your hail.”
I blushed just a touch. My eyes also went to Kir, and I was sure the Admiral noticed. He didn’t miss much. A man didn’t become an admiral in the Fleet if they had a habit of missing a lot.
Though there were some jerks in the Fleet who seemed to miss quite a bit when it came to courage, if the way humanity had been hiding was…
I took a deep breath. Let it out. Now wasn’t the time for thinking like that. Not when I’d just engineered the greatest coup in the history of the Fleet. Not when I was talking with Admiral Kirk, who was one of the few admirals in the fleet who was out there advocating for going out and doing something about the Kliks rather than hiding in our territory.
“I apologize,” I said, managing to keep a straight face through the lie. It was always best to seem sincere when apologizing to someone who outranked you, whether or not you really were sorry. “I was otherwise occupied.”
“As I can imagine,” Admiral Kirk said. “Our long range sensors are able to pick up on what’s going on through a scout ship canopy, after all.”
He smiled a knowing smile, and that blush grew so hot that it was a wonder I didn’t flash into a supernova right there and turn my ship into a miniature sun. I was tempted to hit the self-destruct button and end the embarrassment right then and there, but of course I wasn’t going to do anything of the sort.
Not with what I had.
“Don’t worry,” he said, that smile never leaving his face. “I had them shut off the sensors and wipe any record of what they saw as soon as I realized what we were seeing. That’s between you, me, your friend, and a sensor tech who’s going to get a nice little promotion to buy his silence.”
I let out a breath. “Thank you sir.”
“If what you’ve done here today is as big as I think then it’s the least you deserve,” he said, then his face split into a grin. “I knew there was something to you when I gave you that scout ship instead of following the recommendation to kick you out of the service.”
My hackles rose ever so slightly, but he wasn’t saying that maliciously. There were some among the top brass in the Fleet who might, but he wasn’t one of them. Kirk had always believed in me, and he’d gone out on a limb that risked his career when he gave me this ship.
“I have quite the report to give you,” I said, then looked to Kir who’d remained silent through all of this, standing at a fair approximation of parade rest. I smiled. “And I also have news of a first contact with a new species.”
“I can’t wait to hear it,” Kirk said. “I’ll expect you over here in an hour.”
I arched an eyebrow in question. “Sir?”
“I figure you’ll need at least that long to prepare,” he said, winking at me. “I’ll see you then.”
I grinned as he disappeared on the commlink, then turned and practically threw myself at Kir. If I had an hour then I was going to take advantage of it!
I also made sure to activate the reflective coating on the canopy to make sure no one would be able to see exactly what was happening in here.
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