It was suddenly too hot in the training room and Cara was entirely too aware that her nipples were peaked into tight points, showing through her bandeau bra and shirt.
“I think we should end for now, maybe take up again later tonight,” she said, her voice slightly raspy.“Let’s end on a high note, hmm?”
A sound came from Devix that might’ve been a sound of amusement.She watched as he pulled himself to his feet, back to his original towering height.
“Tev,” he said, inclining his head.His voice still sounded strained, but then he said, “You did well.”
Cara felt that praise settle in her chest and she gave him a soft smile.“Sorry about the junk punch.”
Devix was obviously confused about the slang, but he understood well enough.“No, you are not, female.”
Cara wanted to laugh.“You’re right.I’m really not.”
What shewassorry about was that now she wouldn’t be able to stop wondering what his cock looked like.The curiosity made her itch.
And she couldn’t help but think about it even when she was alone in her own room, stripping off her sweaty clothes to shower.
He’d been hard, she thought, swiping her palm over the shower screen to turn on the warm water.His cock had felt like a rock and she’d wondered how she’d never noticed it before.When he was packing something that huge, how could shenothave noticed it before?
Cara shivered, even though the bathroom was filled with steam.Once in the shower, she couldn’t help but trail a hand down her stomach to rest just above her sex.For a brief moment, she debated with herself.She hadn’t touched herself since well before her abduction.The fact that she evenwantedto should tell her something.That she felt safe, at least for the time being.When would she get time alone like this again?
Experimentally, Cara trailed her fingers lower, letting out a shuddering sigh when she brushed her clit.It was swollen among her folds and when she dipped lower, she felt her arousal.
She squeezed her eyes shut, blowing out a breath.She stopped, letting her hand fall away.
Either, it had been a very, very long time since she’d gotten some and her body was rebelling…or she was sexually attracted to Devix, the alien that was hand-delivering her to the Azatian that bought her for his harem.
Even she could see how fucked up that was.
With her own little growl of frustration, she ignored her body’s needs and washed away the long training session.When she got out, she washed and rinsed out her clothes, before turning on the dryer, blasting the garments with heat, before redressing.
She popped a travel ration in her mouth and chewed.
She began work on another pair of pants.
And every minute, she struggled not to think about him.
* * *
Their training session later that night was even harder than the previous two, mostly because now, Devix was in her head.
Throughout the entire session, until Devix called the end in frustration, Cara was aware of him in a way she hadn’t been before.And yes, they’d had those two odd moments of awareness the day before, but now Cara knew what they meant.
“You are in your mind again.I can feel it,” he’d accused.“Stop.”
Which only flustered her more.By the end of the session, she felt like she was right back where she started, with no progress.And worse?She was horny.
Which wasn’t a good thing because Cara was known to be impulsive.
When the training session was over, she returned to her room.Another frustrated shower, another travel ration, more bone-aching soreness.
Cara knew she should try to sleep, but that impulsiveness reared its head because she didn’t do that.With her hair freshly washed, in just a shirt that hung to the middle of her thighs, and a fur blanket she snagged off the bed, she returned to the bridge.
And it was deja vu.
Just like the night before, Devix was there with another goblet of whatever she’d tasted, in his lonesome, staring out into the darkness.
His face was neutral when he saw her and Cara couldn’t tell if he was surprised to see her or he’d expected to see her.All he did was tap the console and her chair rose slowly from the opening in the floor.
