She didn’t stop. She kept stroking, her delicate fingers bringing him to the edge. When he heard her whisper “oh gods” as his cock throbbed in her hands, it was too much for him. With a hoarse shout, he flew off the cliff of his climax, his hot seed flying from his cock in a passionate spurt.
“I can’t believe how good that felt,” he said when he was able to speak again. His breathing was ragged, his legs shaking with enough force that he was afraid he’d need to sit down or fall down.
“I’m glad I could return the favor,” she said.
Nojan beamed at her words, bending down to give her a kiss filled with sweetness. Then he held her under the water as it washed away the evidence of their lovemaking. The water was beginning to cool, and their time was winding down. With a sigh, he turned off the shower and helped her to dry off.
“We’re going to have to find you something new to wear,” he said, picking up her dress off the floor. “This thing is a disgrace. We can’t have you traipsing around the lunar colonies looking like a candidate for sexual assault.”
Mayra blushed, buried deep in a plush towel. She put her hands over her face and shook her head. “That’s a problem I’ll never have,” she mumbled, causing a thin thread of anger to flare up inside him.
Nojan’s face darkened, a scowl moving in like a quick-rising stormfront. He opened his mouth with a smart retort, then closed it again, his good sense getting the better of him. It wasn’t Mayra’s fault that she considered herself hideous. It couldn’t be. Somehow, she must have been convinced of the lie, and now it had become so ingrained that she couldn’t believe otherwise.
Those Vanfian fucks. He’d known the cats were cruel, but to reduce this beautiful creature to a bundle of self-esteem issues was a step too far in his book. Nojan swore to himself then that he would spend all the time they were given convincing her of her worth. And her loveliness.
“Well, what should I wear then, a bed sheet and a bag over my head?” she asked, picking up on his surly mood.
“With you wearing them, there’s still sure to be someone out there who couldn’t wait to get you out of them. But I don’t think we’ll need to resort to such desperate measures yet. Let’s see what we got.”
Nojan led her out of the bathroom and to the wardrobe that held most of his clothing. He hadn’t expected to be gone long, but that hadn’t stopped him from equipping for almost every contingency. His brothers might make fun of him for what he considered to be his superior organizational skills, but it paid to be prepared. Even if Zelup often called him the galaxy’s oldest Space Scout.
Nojan would never admit to his older brother that he still had his Scout uniform. He was the only boy in his group to ever earn every listed badge in the handbook. His scout leader had had to create new badges to keep up with him.
Grabbing a pair of dark slacks and a black shirt, Nojan pulled on his clothes in haste. He then began rummaging through the clothing hanging there, trying to find something that wouldn’t be way too large for her small frame. All of his day-to-day garments would swallow her up, one of his shirts likely hanging past her knees. She’d have a hard time walking around the moon while being slowly eaten by fabric.
With a grunt, Nojan pushed outfits out of the way, looking for the out of the ordinary things he’d packed. Although he’d planned to be masquerading as a wealthy merchant for his mission on Vanfia, he’d also packed several other disguises. A Vanfian guard uniform, with enough braid to hang himself. The dark robes of a Night Monk. The coveralls and visor of your garden variety space mechanic. Even the short golden tunic and tight woolen hose of a Seeker of the Sun, one of the intergalactic cults preaching free love and suntans for all.
“This will never work,” he grumbled. Everything was too big.
“Out of the way,” Mayra said, pushing against his shoulder with all her strength. It didn’t cause him to move, but a quirk of her adorable eyebrow did. “I can make something work.”
Nojan backed away, watching with interest as she pulled out bits and pieces of his costumes. Looking back over her shoulder, Mayra stared at him. “What?”
“Would you mind giving a girl a little privacy?”
Nojan’s eyes widened. He’d just brought her to a peach of a climax, and now she was getting shy? After she cleared her throat impatiently, he gave a chuckle, shaking his head. “I’ll go check our course. We’ve got to be getting close by now.”
Seating himself at the main console, he discovered that they were closer than he’d thought. They would reach Territh’s lunar colonies in the next ten minutes. The colonies were several cities comprised of domes, interconnected by a high-speed rail system.
Mayra had mentioned a city of domes, but she hadn’t specified which one they were looking for. Nojan wondered if she knew. If not, they could spend hours, maybe days, trying to find whatever they were seeking.
His brow furrowed. An old woman. A blue crystal. And a book. Now that he considered it, he wondered about the wisdom of heading out here instead of back home to Vartik. In the heat of the moment, he’d been swept up in the excitement of her burgeoning powers. But there seemed so little to go on. For once, the galaxy’s oldest Space Scout wasn’t prepared at all.
“It’s not spectacular, but it will do.”
Mayra’s voice caused him to swivel in his seat. What he saw almost caused him to fall out of his chair. His oracle-in-training stood there, her hands fidgeting at the braid that held her outfit together. It was the golden tunic from the Sun Seeker disguise, held in place by cleverly wound braids from the guard uniform. The way she’d arranged them, crisscrossing over her chest and around her back and torso, only served to highlight the bounty of her breasts and slenderness of her waist.
The tunic fell to her thighs, leaving an enchanting amount of leg showing. She’d piled her hair up on the top of her head, the curls held together by the armband of the Night Monk’s costume. The outfit was completed by the reflective mechanic’s visor pulled down to hide most of her face.
Although she’d made him come only moments ago in the shower, his cock was already twitching in his pants again. For a moment, he considered asking her to find something else to wear. Thanks to the braid, the tunic hugged her curves, highlighting her miraculous figure. Every man in the colonies would be after her.That just means you’ll have to be extra vigilant in your protection, he told himself.
“What’s with the visor?” he asked after a moment. “Isn’t it a bit over the top?”
“And the gold tunic isn’t?” Mayra pulled off the visor and laughed. “I figure if anyone is looking for me, the visor might throw them off the trail.”
Nojan shrugged. It wasn’t a half-bad idea. Besides, if those colony guys saw the perfect face that went along with her immaculate body, he’d be beating them off her with a stick. Swiveling back around to face the viewscreen, he jerked his head at the moon’s surface, which was growing steadily larger. “Any idea where to set down? There are fourteen colony cities on Territh’s moon. Which one should we try first?”
Mayra moved to stand beside him, her face showing her concern. “I’m not sure.”
