Shalia was dumped into the kitchen space unceremoniously and told to get busy. She did what was required of her, whipping up several dishes that she hoped would please the crew. After the nasty slop she’d tasted when she first arrived, it didn’t seem that would be too high of a bar. She ate as she worked, opting to takeher meal on the fly as she moved. Storing it for later might be fine for lunch, but at the end of the day it was just too risky.
While she cooked, not far from the mess hall, Commander Valin alternated between pacing in his quarters and sitting at his desk, attempting to get some of his overdue busy work done. Since the strange female was brought aboard, he’d been finding his flow continuously disrupted, either by certain members of his crew, or the troublesome woman herself.
“Grallox is going to be a problem,” he noted in his personal journal. “He clearly has eyes on my post, and after what happened on the surface, I can’t say he won’t have a fair chance at getting what he wants. It wasn’t my fault, and I’ve responded as any good Dotharian would, but I nevertheless fear this might be the event that is the undoing of my upward trajectory.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed, his head aching from the stress. “Who can say what will happen? A transfer? Or, worse, a demotion? To be forced to serve under the man who hates me? I am loathe to?—”
His door chimed.
“Come.”
The prisoner woman entered. He felt his pulse quicken at the sight of her. The smell, as well. Whatever else there was about her, the female seemed to possess a natural fragrance that he found most pleasing.
Funny, I hadn’t noticed that before, he mused, savoring the aroma.
“I-uh, I have your meal,” the woman said, an unsure look in her eye.
She was uneasy, clearly. But there was something else. It was almost as though he could feel her pulse beating fast in her chest. He glanced down. Valin couldn’t help but notice her nipples were erect beneath her top, the fabric forming to the shape of her breasts in a most arousing manner. He felt his cock twitch and grow at the sight of her. He was glad he was sitting at his desk;otherwise, his rapidly rising erection could have made this into quite the awkward situation.
Yes, he was Dohrag. And yes, he was the commander. He could do as he wanted on this ship. But even he would not take a woman here. It was a violation of the rules he held so dear. That, and unlike the others, given his provenance, he only engaged in those sorts of activities with Dohrag women back on his homeworld. It may have meant he would sometimes go years without the touch of a woman, but his mother had been one of those taken against her will, and though it was just a part of Dohrag life, it was one he had sworn never to partake in.
“Should I?—”
“Put it here and return to your work,” he grunted, clearing a spot on his desk.
Shalia stepped close and carefully leaned forward, placing the tray on the open spot. He couldn’t help but look down her top as she did, and the sight of her feminine curves further aroused the beast between his legs.
What is going on with me? he wondered.Have I caught some sort of illness?
The woman’s arm brushed against his for but an instant, yet the fleeting contact had been more than enough to make them both jerk back. Their eyes locked in mutual confusion.
“Out,” he commanded, hoping to end the troubling sensation abruptly and for good.
She turned and left, his gaze lingering on her ass as she did, admiring the shape in spite of himself. He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear the invasive thoughts, but the twinge in his chest persisted. It was a stirring in his body, one that was almost painful in its pleasure. Valin rubbed his chest absentmindedly as he dug into his meal.
“Not bad,” he murmured, enjoying the shift in flavor combinations. His usual cook was consistent but lacked so much as a creative bone in his body. And spices? They may as well have been an alien computing language as far as he was concerned.Straightforward and relatively bland was his style, and it was what they had all grown accustomed to.
This, however, was different. Tasty, even. The woman could cook.
The pressure in his belly shifted as he ate, but it didn’t go away. The erection relaxed when he went to bathe, which was a fortunate thing given the communal nature of the showers, but when he lathered himself up, even the slightest touch threatened to make him hard again. As a result, it was a very uncomfortably awkward shower.
Valin retired to his quarters shortly after, locking his door, as was his custom. While some commanders might have an open-door policy, with a half-breed-hating malcontent crew such as his, he had long ago decided that it was best to play it safe. He may be their commander, but that could change in an instant, given the right circumstances.
The Dohrag commander stood nude in front of his mirror, examining the markings on his body. His fingers traced the healed scratches he had received so recently, the strange tingling present in the mended skin for some reason. They then moved further, sliding over to the runes on his chest, those that focused his power, that gave him strength, until they finally stopped on his Infala. It was odd, but the dormant pigment was almost uncomfortable. He had no idea why. In Dohrags, the Infala always lay dormant.
Still, he had it, just as he possessed all of the required Dotharian runes, as did all living within their territories. But truth be told, he’d never thought much of them. They were just something he was given as a boy, just like everyone else, not including the few additional ones he’d had forced upon him.
He looked down at his reflection, staring at the runes and lines tattooed on his cock. He gently touched them, recalling the day they had held him down and marked his manhood. He had only been a boy at the time. A half-breed, and as such, one subject to taunting and worse. Worse in the form of outright abuse. Themarkings were painful in their application, naturally, but the true nature of them would not become apparent until he matured.
They were bonding runes from some obscure, arcane text. A cruel joke to those who placed them on him. Runes that would make intercourse almost unpleasant when he reached adulthood. That was another reason he did not often partake in the pleasures of the flesh. No matter how wonderful it might seem in his mind, it was always a disappointment in reality. One thing, however,didfeel good.
He wrapped his hand around his length and slowly pulled, squeezing just right as he coaxed himself to a full erection in mere seconds. Whatever the prisoner had triggered in him, the persistent arousal had left his body very much in need of release.
Valin stroked faster, his heavy balls tightening up against his body as his arousal grew. Slick pre-cum leaked from his cock. He moved his hand upward, coating his palm with it, using it as lube, the sensation of his slippery hand sliding over the raised bumps on his shaft making the head of his cock swell up thick and hard.
He watched himself in the mirror, the way his hand moved, the way a steady drip of glistening fluid wept from the tip of his manhood. This was something he knew how to do. How to please himself. He didn’t need any woman; he was fine on his own.
A woman.
Images of the prisoner’s nude body flashed into his mind. The way the water had been flowing off her body. How her nipples had grown hard when the water ceased. How she had crawled to him, looking up with those eyes?—
