“There is no othercrew,” he said, frowning over the word.“There is only you and me.”
Her newest captor halted suddenly in front of a black metal door.He palmed a code in on the panel just outside and the door swooshed open, revealing a small bedroom just beyond.He entered the room and she followed hesitantly, keeping her eye on him.
From a drawer, he procured a neatly pressed and folded cloth, which she realized was a shirt, similar to the one he wore.It was a light gray with no stains and it looked impossibly soft.
He set it on the small, clean bed and told her, “I have no leg coverings that would fit you.This will suffice.”
“Thank you,” she said softly, still eyeing the shirt.The moment she was bathed and freshly dressed, she wanted to burn the cloak she wore, wanted to erase every trace of what happened before that moment.
Next, he showed her the small bathroom that led off the bedroom.A glass tube, similar to the elevator but smaller, was situated in one corner.To her delight, the alien showed her how to work it with a swipe of her palm and she discovered it was ashower.Withwarmwater.
“Do you have soap?” she asked, hating that her voice sounded hopeful.She didn’t want to rely on him for anything, but she would probably sell her soul for soap at that point.
He frowned at the word, but swiped his palm in the other direction on the shower screen.Her brow furrowed when she saw black particles fall from the water spout.When she reached out her hand into the stream and rubbed it between her fingertips, the particleslathered.
Nothing else mattered at that moment.She almost forgot that the alien still remained in the room when she began to undo her cloak, too eager to properly wash.With a hiss, he turned and left the room, just as her cloak hit the bathroom floor.
* * *
Hot lust swarmed his veins as Devix stumbled into the hallway.Images of his female’s bared back assaulted his mind, thickening his cock in his leg coverings that he felt the material rip slightly.
His Instinct demanded that he return to her.Its wicked desires battered at his chest, its fantasies fueling his own.He imagined returning to her, joining her in the washing stall, her skin slick and wet against his own.He imagined going to his knees before her and tonguing her between her thighs.He wondered what she looked like there, what she felt like,tastedlike.
The purring growl rose in his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut.It had been eight rotations since he’d last mated a female.His desires had been long dead, only to reawaken in full force when he found his fated mate.Sarkon had given him six spans to deliver the human to Azatia.Devix wondered if he would last six spans without going mad.
And what would become of him after six spans?Would he be able to return to his life on Rozun, knowing that he willingly traded over his destined female to another male, in exchange for his own peace?
Devix’s fist crashed into the side of the hallway, denting the hardened metal.He rammed his fists in it a second time until he felt the ache of it reverberate to his shoulder.The lust cooled slightly and he strode down the hallway, his legs eating up the distance quickly, before returning to the command center on the third level, anger burning in his veins.
Devix took a moment to compose himself and then he patched an image connection to Sarkon.
His employer’s face appeared on the control panel screen.Azatians were similar in appearance to Baquarians, with the same tilted eyes and slitted nostrils.Except Azatians were covered in hardened scales that acted like armor.It was why they were so difficult to kill.
“Devix,” Sarkon greeted in his language.“I was beginning to worry that the transaction did not go as planned.”
“I have the female,” Devix grunted, his fists clenching at his sides.“We have left Petrika.”
“Excellent,” Sarkon praised, his thin lips cracking into a smile that revealed grey, sharp teeth.His scales shifted back from around his mouth, only to return when Sarkon’s smile dropped.“What is she like?”
It took everything in Devix, every ounce of restraint and training that he’d endured on his home planet of Luxiria, not to punch the screen into shards.
“I have not noticed what she is like,” Devix responded, his voice sterile, controlled.
Sarkon made a sound in the back of his throat.“You have become predictable, Devix.You have not fucked a female in so long that I fear your cock has shriveled.”
“My cock is no concern of yours,” Devix gritted.
Sarkon’s scales peeled back again as he smiled.“I could pick no male better to bring me my human pleasure mate, it seems.”
Devix could see nothing but rage.It choked him.The possession in Sarkon’s eyes infuriated him to the point of breaking.But at the last moment, he remembered his place, remembered not to fuck up everything that he’d been working towards for the past six rotations, ever since Sarkon brought him off of Petrika.
Still, he was silent.He didn’t trust himself to speak and he prayed to the Fates that had abandoned him that the image connection was blurred enough so Sarkon could not see the way his body shook with fury.
“Six spans,” Sarkon reminded him.“Not a moment over.”
“I understand,” Devix forced out.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Sarkon murmured, letting the silence hang in the air briefly before continuing.“I have a gift for you.I have come by information about a Luxirian male you know.”
