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Chapter Five

P etra

He scoops me up, steps into the shower with me, and gets right down to business. The business of washing up, that is. He sets me on the little shower stool—we’re in the medbay after all. Handing me a soapy washcloth, he begins washing himself.

“You’ve got one minute,” he commands.

Yeah? Well, I’m in a hurry, too.

I don’t think one minute has even passed, but I’ve taken care of the important bits when he grabs my washcloth and throws it into the corner with his own. He kneels in front of me and kisses me. This is hard and fast and claiming control. His tongue penetrates my mouth with one mission and one mission only, that is to ratchet up my libido.

Frankly, after my little stunt with him on the exam table, I’m surprised he’s even being this patient.

His hands fondle my breasts, even as his mouth continues to do incredible things to mine. He thumbs my nipples, then plucks them. Now incapable of all cogent thought, my muscles slacken and I lean against the cool metal wall. I’m totally focused on my taut nipples and the raw need vibrating between my legs. After only a moment of this, his mouth abandons mine and begins suckling at my breast. Each pull of suction zings straight to my clit. A tiny moan escapes my mouth.

His teeth gently scrape the tip of my nipple and I begin to thrust my hips at nothing in particular since I’m still sitting on the hard little bench. My hands press on his solid, muscled back, then his head. The words “I want” are chanting in my head, I just don’t have enough brainpower to finish the sentence.

My nipples are urgent with need. Energy pools in my pelvis. I’m already paying attention to too many sensations at once. I don’t know how I find the presence of mind, but my hand finds his thick, engorged cock and explores.

“Mmmm,” no words can describe the feel of his long, thick cock, hard as steel, covered by velvet skin, slick with water. I have never wanted anything as much as I want that inside me right this minute.

“Fuck me!” I demand. Right now there isn’t a shy bone in my body.

“I don’t want to be accused of insufficient foreplay,” his voice is husky.

“Fuck me,” I try to pull his cock toward me.

He laughs and pulls his hips back. “I’m in charge, little Petra. We wait... unless you beg.”

Oh shit. No man makes me beg. The last thing I will do is beg. I won’t even ask again. If this is a battle of wills, I know who will win.

I slip back into the delicious haze of pleasure I’m swimming in. He’s sucking, then biting the tip of one nipple, his hand is plucking the other, the warm water is pelting my shoulders, my hands are roaming his back and ass. I’m moaning, the noise echoing in the small room. I can wait.

His hand moves between my legs and his thumb circles my clit. Not fair! So not fair. My hips are pumping forward. I’m regaining some feeling in my feet because I’m able to scoot back on the bench and get my heels up on its edge, my knees splayed to each side. I’m so open for him. So ready.

He slips one finger inside me. I’ve been waiting for this, but it’s not enough. Even though I’m aching for more, I can’t contain the moan that escapes my lips. I lean my face against his powerful shoulder and pay attention to the overwhelming pleasure swamping my body. The rhythm is slow and deliberate and coordinated with his circling thumb. Yes! He slips a second finger inside me and I moan even louder as my pelvis continues to thrust toward him.

“So wet. You’re so wet for me, Petra.” His voice is strained, almost hoarse.

I’m almost there. I pull him near me and clamp my legs around his waist. With just a tiny bit more pressure I’ll be able to come.

Instead of more pressure, he stops circling my clit. I’m on the brink. So close.

“Shadow, don’t stop.” I move my hips, trying to get pressure from the heel of his hand, but the position isn’t right. I desperately desire release.

His thumb returns, but with barely any pressure. Just enough to keep me riding the edge. I’m so close. I’m aching for it.

“Beg me, Petra,” his voice is husky, inviting. His warm breath fans the column of my neck. “Beg for it.”

My mind is in a complete cloud of lust. There is no thinking, no deciding, no analyzing.

“Please.”

“Beg, Petra.”

“Please, Shadow.” I thrust my pelvis toward him once more, but he’s still in complete control of the pressure.

I’ll make him pay tomorrow. But right now I’ll do whatever he asks.

“I’m begging, Shadow. I’m begging you to make me come.”

He makes a tiny adjustment to the angle of his hand, increases his pressure, and I fall right over the edge, my vaginal muscles spasming around his fingers. My head is tucked into his shoulder and I bite the flesh there as I moan so long and so loudly it scratches the back of my throat.

My inner walls are still clamping in aftershocks, his fingers still penetrating deep inside me, when he grasps me with his other arm, stands, and lifts me in one fluid movement. He looks deep in my eyes as he presses me up against the metal wall of the shower. My legs instinctively circle his waist.

He claims my mouth with a hard kiss. His fingers abandon my pussy, then he presses the head of his cock right where I’ve been wanting it. He lifts me up and pulls me down in little pulses as his penis penetrates me in increments. He’s huge, but we’re both slick with my juices and he goes deeper with every thrust.

“Yes, yes,” I keep chanting, totally focused on the pleasure of being possessed, penetrated, completely stretched, filled with his cock.

Now fully seated, he changes angles and begins to move. I’m pressed against the wall, holding onto his shoulders and enjoying the motion as he pumps inside me. The water is sluicing over us. He is so handsome and intense; his eye is closed, his facial muscles clenched in ecstasy.

He pumps faster and harder. I reposition slightly, using my upper body for leverage, so his pelvis hits just the right spot and my orgasm begins. It’s one of those long ramping orgasms that begins small and keeps building to harder and harder spasms until I can focus on nothing but the pleasure spiraling through me. Deep guttural moans escape my lips as the intense, full-body orgasm rolls through me. His hot release jets deep inside me.

If his orgasm was even half the intensity of mine, I don’t know how he has the strength to even stand, much less keep holding me up.

I look at him, not sure I’ll see any emotion. His face, usually held so tightly in anger, looks soft, almost gentle, as he basks in the aftermath.

He pulls me away from the wall and positions me so the water hits right where it needs to wash away any remnants of what just happened. Then he turns off the spigot and steps us out of the shower.

He sets me back on the toilet and dries me with a utilitarian white towel. No words. No eye contact. The only way I can intuit what's going on with him is the gentle way he pats me with the towel. He kneels down in front of me and tenderly inspects my feet.

“How are you feeling?”

Is he asking how I’m feeling about the sex we just had, or does he want to know how my feet are feeling? I hate to give him the satisfaction of an A+ on his report card, but after a performance like that, I’ve got to say something.

“Shit, Shadow, you’re amazing. That was... amazing.” I realize it was totally worth begging for, but I’ll never admit that.

He picks me up, sets me back on the chair in the exam room, and covers me with the blanket. After hopping up on the exam table he busies himself drying his hair. His legs are swinging off the edge of the high table; his junk is just hanging out. He’s simply looking at me like he could start a repeat performance right this minute, and drying his dark brown hair with the towel. I can't take my eyes off of him.

“It’s probably dry by now,” I suggest. I’d rather get back to our light banter and abandon this awkward postcoital silence.

“Not dry enough.” He keeps swinging his legs and working his hair.

I lift one eyebrow in question.

“The females will all be waiting for you to get to your room. They’ll be expecting you to be coming out of the shower. They will not be expecting it of me. I don’t want them to think I was in the shower with you. I want my hair to be completely dry.”

How sweet is that? He wants to spare me the walk of shame! Just when you think he’s made of stone he does something human, well kind of human. Which makes me wonder if he is human. Without all his robotic extras, he looks like he could have grown up next door to me, except for the muscles. Well, the muscles and the cock. Those are... otherworldly.

“So, are you from Earth?”

“No,” his tone is sharp.

“You look human. It annoys you that I think so?”

“I’m from Morgana, not Earth.

“But you look exactly like men from Earth, what’s the difference?”

“I forget your people aren’t capable of space flight yet. You know nothing of Gaia?”

“I’ve heard that name, some people refer to Earth as Gaia.”

“Hardly,” he rolls his eye. “Some say Gaia is myth, but there’s some scientific fact that backs it up. It’s said that millennia ago the Gaians were far advanced from any technology we currently have. They allegedly went all over the cosmos ‘seeding’ planets with genetic material, then let nature and evolution take its course.

“Most humanoid species no matter what planet—other than Reptilians—have over 98% common DNA. Look at the doctor, me, you. All from different planets. All similar.”

“But he’s blue.” I don’t know why that fact bears mentioning, but I’m still processing all this information.

“98%, Petra. We all have differences, but they’re minor.”

I blurt another question. “Why human women? Why kidnap all these human women?”

“Good breeders. A lot of recessive traits in their DNA. They breed easily with most humanoid species and the offspring resemble the male.”

My eyes narrow to slits. “My world has been turned upside down so I could be a broodmare to an alien?” I’m glad I’m safe on this ship, but I’d give anything to be back in my little apartment in Philly with my cat Mooshie right now.

He jumps off the table. “You want to put your sexy underwear back on or just have me carry you to your room in the blanket?”

I decide to conveniently not mention that I think my feet are fully functional. I want one more ride on the Shadow Express.

“Blanket. I don’t know if I ever want to wear those clothes again. I’ll always think of that firefight and those dead bod... when I put them on.”

He gets up and shoves them in the backpack. “You don’t have many clothes. I’ll put them in here and you can decide later.”

“You’re right. They’re like two of the five possessions I have to my name, I shouldn’t squander them. I don’t even know if I have enough credits to buy my way onto this ship. I may have to go back to that awful bar and earn more money tomorrow.” My tone is sorrowful, my stomach tightens. The only reason I’d go back on that planet again is to save my life—and I just might have to.

He takes one last look around, making sure all evidence of our debauchery is obliterated, then picks up my blanket-wrapped self and holds me in his arms. He spears me with a glance that seems to be full of some meaning I can’t interpret, then turns to leave.

He comms the bridge to find out which room I’ve been assigned to. As we’re walking the hallway to my cabin he leans in and whispers in my ear, “You’re beautiful Petra. You’re right, that was amazing.” Then he pulls up to his full height, his head no longer near my own, and strides toward my room.

I have absolutely no idea what to make of that statement, so I just ignore it.

Shadow

I’d imagined half the females would be stationed along the hallway, making sure the newest member of their fold was not being molested by the biggest dracker on the ship, but the hallways are remarkably empty.

There’s a folded blue jumpsuit on her bed, along with some food bars. It occurs to me that it’s been at least a full rotation since I met Petra, and who knows how long she’d gone without eating before that.

“Eat some food before you go to sleep.”

“Oh my, I have no idea how long it’s been, but I’m starving.” She pounces on one of the bars, then makes a disgusted face after biting into it.

“Maddy cooks tasty food; you’ll get some at breakfast tomorrow. Eat this now.”

She nibbles at the rest of her bar as she hands me a couple. “You haven’t eaten in a day either, Shadow. They’re delish.” She squeezes her face in disgust, a clear statement about the bars.

I eat mine without tasting it, as I've done every day for many annums . “When you wake in the morning, turn right as you exit your room and follow your nose or your ears. You’ll find the dining area. I’m sure they’ll feed you and get you settled in.”

I’m halfway out the door when I turn back to her, “Don’t worry about having to climb that rope again. If it comes down to it, I’ll fight for you in the arena tomorrow. Good night.”

I’m still shaking my head when I get to my room. I have no idea why I offered to fight for her.

Petra

He’s basically out the door before I notice that even though we tried to be on stealth mode, he’s sporting the beginnings of a nice bruise on his shoulder. CSI wouldn’t need dental records to confirm that the bruising matches my teeth. The fact that I acted like a tramp will be hard to hide from all the nice women on this ship.

I’m cuddled in the covers and can barely catalog everything that’s happened to me as I lie here waiting to fall asleep. Let’s see, kidnapped, put in a cage, prison break, the Golden Pussy, laser gun shootout, PTSD meltdown, then world-class, no, galaxy-class multi-orgasmic sex with a handsome alien.

Interesting that I was so fueled with lust I didn’t even give a second thought to birth control. Good thing I got a new implant a month ago.

As I drift closer to sleep I startle fully awake, my pulse racing. “Don’t get complacent, Petra,” I command myself.

The very people who were supposed to protect me and my brother from gunfire and starvation in a war zone when I was a child let me down. Not that they didn’t try—they just couldn’t do it. I can’t trust anyone. No one is safe.

No matter how cute and sexually talented Shadow is, there will be nothing more with him than great sex. I don’t do relationships. I don’t trust. And I never will.