“Can I send a distress signal to general Vlosh?” she asked the computer.
“All communication systems are down.”
“How long can I safely stay here?”
“Life support will run out in forty-five minutes,” the computer said.
“Forty-five minutes? What am I supposed to do? Does anyone know I’m here?”
“Life support will run out in forty-five minutes. You cannot stay aboard this vessel and remain alive. There is a Draconian space station two miles to the west. All communication systems are down.”
“How can I get to the space station?”
“Human size spacesuits are available at the rear of the cabin.”
Indigo turned around and strode towards the rear of the cabin, but she couldn’t see anywhere that spacesuits might be stored.
“Where are they?” she asked.
With that, a door popped open to reveal a line of spacesuits within. She grabbed one that looked like it was a smaller size and inspected the garment. It was shiny silver with a domed helmet.
“How do I put this on?”
“Part the front panel and step into the suit one leg at a time. Bring the back up over the arms and slide arms into armholes…”
“Wait, wait, wait.”
She set the spacesuit across her chair and opened the front panel. The headpiece slipped back and a hole large enough for her to step into was revealed. She looked at the suit and then looked down at her cute new outfit. It was unlikely that her dress and heels would be appropriate under the spacesuit.
Then she remembered that she still had the Draconian uniform on under her dress. She had only retracted it when she tried on all of her clothes.
She stepped out of her pumps and pulled off her dress. After she took off her panties and bra, she flicked the spot at the base of her neck that made her Draconian uniform cover her body. At least she would have something on under the spacesuit.
Indigo stepped into the spacesuit one leg at a time and then pulled it up over her shoulders, pushing her arms through the armholes.
“Continue instructions,” she said.
“Close the front flap over your chest. Make sure to fasten tightly. Bring helmet over your head and fasten into the neck of the spacesuit.”
Indigo follow the directions, but she still wasn’t sure that she had it on the right way. She certainly wasn’t going to step out onto the moon without knowing she would be able to breathe.
“How do I know I have this on right?” she said, more to herself than to the computer.
“Running diagnostic on spacesuit… The spacesuit is fastened appropriately. One hundred percent life support. You have enough oxygen for five hours. Approximate time to space station calculated for your weight and physical condition is approximately one hour.”
“Well, that’s good news,” she said. “How do I get out of here?”
“Hatch will open at your request. It is advised that you take newly retrofitted weapons as there are enemy combatants flying above.”
“Enemy combatants?”
“This ship was shot by the Mulgor lasers.”
“Yeah, I got that,” she said. She looked inside the spacesuit compartment and found something that looked similar to a human handgun.
“How do I use this?”
“Aim and pull the trigger.”
“That’s it, huh?”
“Further instruction will commence now.”
The computer started rambling on about the intricacies of the laser pistol, but the instructions of aim and pull the trigger seemed to be pretty much all she needed to know. The pistol performed essentially like a human handgun, and Indigo already knew how to use one of those.
“I’m ready as I’ll ever be, computer. Which direction is west?”
“Setting GPS for space station. Spacesuit internal guidance system commencing. Opening hatch.”
“Thanks, computer,” she said under her breath.
“You’re welcome,” the computer said.
Whoever had programed the system really had done it for human women, and for that, she was doubly grateful. The hatch slowly slid open and the surface of the moon was revealed beyond.
She stepped down the ramp and took in the startling site of the curvature of the moon against the blackness of space. She had to keep telling herself to stay calm.
This was not a place for a girl like her. She should have been back in college, studying for finals and hanging out with her friends at coffee shops. Instead, she was carrying a laser pistol in a spacesuit and walking across the surface of the moon.
Her life got crazier and crazier every single day. But she supposed she had to take the bad with the good. The thought of Vlosh, the baby they would share, and the support of her new friends had to keep her going. Otherwise, she might break down in a panic attack. If she did that, she probably wouldn’t make it.
Indigo slowly moved across the surface of the moon, following the GPS that blinked on the screen inside her headpiece. The gravity on the moon was less than on Earth. Adjusting her gait to accommodate the bouncing took a lot of getting used to.
If she could master the balance, she could probably make it to the space station in less time than it would take to walk on Earth. But she kept bouncing in the wrong direction and had to backtrack.
She focused on her muscles and the angle of her body. With how she had been bouncing around, she was getting an idea of how she could control the gravity and make it work for her.
She experimented jumping forward at a different angle and velocity and it worked beautifully. She landed gently on her feet and continued walking across the surface of the moon.
With each bounce, she flew further, until she could see the space station on the horizon.
Determination grew in her gut and she bounded onward, feeling more confident with each step. After another fifteen minutes of jump flying, she was close enough to make out the structure more clearly.
It was like a series of domes and tunnels made of beige colored material. Soon she would be safe inside.
Her legs felt tired and her lungs sore from labored breathing inside the spacesuit. Just a few more jumps, and she stood outside the building. How was she supposed to get in?
So close and yet so far away.
“Where is the entrance?” she said aloud.
The map of the station came up on the screen inside her helmet, showing her exactly where the entrance was located. The blinking white light indicated that it was on the other side from where she was now.
Already exhausted, she took a deep breath and let it out. It was a good thing that she was in shape and had just eaten a good meal.
Using the same bounding motion she had before, she made her way around the space station to the other side. Sweat trickled down her cheek and she felt hot inside the confining suit.
Finally, she made it to where the map had led her and found what appeared to be some kind of entrance. She approached the door, looking for a way inside.
Why had no one come out to greet her? She looked around, biting her lip. This was her one chance at survival; the transport vessel had been totaled.
She walked back several paces, inspecting the building.
Her heart dropped.
A massive hole had been blasted into the side of the building. The station had been bombed or there had been an explosion.
Indigo squeezed her eyes closed and fell to her knees. After all this, she was still stranded. The computer hadn’t told her the station was inoperable. With hope quickly seeping away, she began to weep.
“Vlosh, where are you?” she stuttered through her tears.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a line of text flick across her screen.
Contacting General Vlosh Torr… Transmission connected.
What? Could it be? Could she really contact him?
His face popped up on her screen, and he looked as surprised as she was relieved.
“Indigo, where are you?�
�� he demanded.
“I’ve been stranded on the moon. My return vessel was hit by Mulgor lasers. I had to leave the ship and try to get into the station but it’s been bombed, too. I don’t even know how I’m contacting you right now. The computer said all communication systems were down.”
“Are you still wearing your Draconian uniform?”
“Yes,” she sniffled.
“The uniform can interface with the spacesuit. There was a minor attack on the armada. You were caught in the crossfire. Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”
“Please hurry. I’m running out of oxygen.”
“I will be there promptly.”
Vlosh’s figure flicked off the screen, and Indigo breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up into the dark sky and spread her arms. Once again, Vlosh was there for her, ready to save her from disaster.
All she could do was wait now. She stood and walked to the station to sit against the wall for support.
The moments ticked by as she waited. She looked out into the distance and saw a ship coming her way. It had to be Vlosh.
It quickly sped up on her and fired lasers that barely missed her legs. No. Not going to happen. She jumped to her feet and drew her own laser gun.
These asshole Mulgor picked the wrong girl. She might be down, she might be traumatized, and she might be totally out of her element, but she was sick of being pushed around by these freaks.
The vessel flew over and doubled back. She waited, taking aim at the weapons. She wasn’t going to sit there and allow herself to be blown to smithereens by some lizard-man asshole.
As it flew overhead, she shot. Lasers blasted toward her, and without thinking about why, she shot at the laser itself.
The blast she hit pummeled backwards and exploded into the speeding craft. With a scream of grinding engines and electrical components, the ship crashed behind her and slid across the ground.
Indigo stood panting inside the spacesuit. Seconds later, a hatch opened and a giant form emerged. Indigo gasped. It was a Mulgor pilot.
She tried to run, but the gravity on the moon only made her bounce away. She glanced behind her to see the pilot aim its weapon at her.
She screamed and slammed herself down to the ground. A laser shot over her back. Indigo scrambled to her feet just as another ship screamed overhead.
She turned around to find the Mulgor staring at the second ship.
Please be Vlosh.
Chapter 13
Vlosh sped his ship through the distance between the command ship and the moon. A cacophony of emotions blasted his mind as his dragon screamed and his heart raged in his chest.
His bride was in danger, and he had allowed it to happen. If anything happened to her he would hate himself until his dragon eventually drove him insane. As he saw the shape of the space station come into view, he noticed a crashed Mulgor ship and the figure of a Mulgor soldier stalking towards another tiny form.
The figure was his beloved mate! A well of rage and hatred burst in his brain like an explosion. Vlosh landed his jet beside the Mulgor ship, skidding across the ground. He thrust himself out of the craft and onto the surface of the moon. He flicked his uniform, retracting his suit, and jumped into his dragon form. His dragon could withstand the pressure of space and could survive without oxygen for several moments. Long enough to dispose of the threat.
His mind was so hot with anger that he did not notice his bride shoot a laser at the Mulgor soldier. It shot him in the chest just as Vlosh in dragon form bit the Mulgor’s head right off. He crunched on its skull and swallowed it whole. The body slumped to the ground slowly in the moon’s low gravity.
Vlosh turned his onyx dragon eyes towards the human female. The dragon could no longer wait to claim its mate. Her face was a mask of terror, and she stepped backwards. Did she not recognize her mate?
The mind of the man inside the dragon fought for dominance and pushed the beast away, forcing it to transform into a man. With a scream, he contracted and shrunk, moving from four legs to two. He quickly replaced his uniform and the helmet that would protect him from the pressure of space. His beloved looked at him through the glass shield of her own helmet. Confusion mixed with relief in her features.
“You are safe now,” he said to her through the communications device in their suits.
“How did you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?”
“Survive in space without a spacesuit?”
“The Draconians are not as sensitive to the pressures of space as humans, particularly in dragon form.”
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” she said breathlessly.
She followed him to his ship, and he helped her inside. The sound of his dragon scraped his brain, still fighting for dominance and control. The redesign of the apartment was not the only surprise in store for her when they got back to the command ship.
He helped strap her into the passenger seat and sat at the helm himself. As he maneuvered the ship back into space, he examined the crashed Mulgor craft.
“How did that ship crash?” he asked her. The Mulgor were excellent pilots and their technology rivaled the Draconians’.
“I shot one of his laser beams with my laser pistol. It smashed back into the ship, causing it to crash.”
“You were able to hit one of the lasers?” That seemed impossible for a human.
“Yes. It was a lot like tennis,” she said.
“Tennis is one of your sports?” he asked.
“I’ve been playing tennis since I was a kid. I had no idea I would actually be able to hit the laser and make it change direction. I was just going on instinct,” she said.
“We recently upgraded our own lasers. Your instinct has revealed a new weapon against the Mulgor.”
They made it back to the ship and landed in the docking bay. When they were safely out of the ship, he helped her out of her spacesuit. They walked down the hallway to their apartment entrance.
“I left all my new clothes back on the crashed transport vessel,” she said, disappointed. “I just wasted the entire day.”
“I will have someone retrieve your things. Believe me, the day was not a waste. Not after what you discovered.”
He opened the door to their apartment and Indigo stepped inside, gasping at the new accommodations. The apartment was completely redesigned in a fashion human women were accustomed to. Vlosh had been told these were the finest things possible. He’d had them imported from Earth while she was away. If he had not been so distracted with the redesign of the apartment and the skirmish with the Mulgor, he would have paid closer attention to her transport from the mating armada.
He still felt the panic at the prospect of losing her. He would never let her out of his sight again. If she needed to go shopping in the brides’ district on the mating armada, he would accompany her and watch her try on her human clothing.
The war with the Mulgor was a pressing matter, but nothing could be more important tha the safety of his bride. He had been slow in understanding that at first, but the more time he spent with her, the more apparent it became that she was the first and the last in his mind and heart. She was his greatest priority and his greatest joy.
“You did this all while I was gone?” she said with amazement in her voice, turning around in the room to take it all in. “You even installed a kitchen.” She walked into the food preparation room and ran her hand over the counters.
“Nothing but the best for my bride,” he said in a low tone.
“This is amazing, Vlosh,” she said, coming back towards him to throw her arms around his waist.
“I need you more than ever,” he said in a low growl. The pressure of his dragon was becoming more unbearable with each passing second. The threat of losing her had accelerated the intensity of his mating impulse. He couldn’t wait much longer, even if her body was unready for him.
He was determined not to hurt her. They had a great deal of work to do. He lifted her up off her feet
and carried her to the bed. She looked up at him with the most trusting eyes. It made him instantly hard.
“I’m ready,” she whispered. But he knew she wasn’t ready for what he needed from her.
He retracted both of their spacesuits and looked down at her naked form, her legs spread and quivering with desire and anticipation.
“You will be,” he said, his cock painfully hard from the sight of her tight nipples.
He leaned over her and began to lick her skin, flicking his tongue over her swollen breasts and firm nipples. He could taste his seed still on her body and smell the scent of her own arousal.
His fingers found her wet opening. She was gushing for him in a way she had not before. His pheromones were certainly beginning to work on her.
Vlosh pressed his fingers inside her as he gripped his own cock. Indigo looked up at him with her eyes wide. She moaned as he ran his fingers in and out of her soft, wet cunt. She felt so good on his fingers, he wanted to drive his cock inside of her and fuck her with abandon. He knew he could not. The little, tiny human female was not ready for his girth and length.
He would find his relief, however. He would give pleasure to her in the process as well. Vlosh pressed his thick thumb to her clit as he moved his long fingers in and out of her. Indigo groaned and threw her head back. He loved to see her like this, enraptured by the pleasure he gave her.
He pumped his cock in his hand, so close to release just from the sight of her. The smell of her sweet cunt filled his nostrils and he wanted to taste her.
With a growl, he leaned down and lapped up the abundant juices flowing from inside her. She tasted like ambrosia, the food of the gods. Nothing he’d ever tasted in his life was as good as the flavor of his mate’s pussy.
Indigo writhed under him, her legs quivering as he licked her pussy clean. He darted his long, thick tongue in and out of her opening and ran it up her bud. She clenched her legs around his head, gripping his hair in her tiny hands. She screamed and her pussy contracted under his tongue.
He’d brought her to climax. The satisfaction of it could not be equaled. His dragon roared for his own release, the force of it nearly exploding inside his mind.
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