Did Rhimodian cum brainwash people who ingest it?
She shivered.
Maybe she was losing her mind. She rubbed her head again. Perhaps it was the heat. This planet—moon, whatever—was hot. Even in the dark, it was hot.
She needed to focus on her mission. On finding the princesses and getting on with the negotiations.
If they were even going to happen now.
She pulled a water tablet from her pocket and swallowed it. While cooling, it wasn’t nearly as wonderful as the pool she’d been in just a few hours before. Fresh, natural water was always a beautiful thing.
Wrathin in the pool with her? A bonus.
Stop! This isn’t helping me. I must stay focused.
How crazy could this mission be? This was supposed to be a treaty. Bring the two warring factions into a reasonable negotiation.
The Emperor had specific requests. Veta knew them, and she assumed that Caoimhe knew them as well. If the Rhimodians refused to leave the system, what had to be done. All tactics necessary for a proper give and take.
A horrible, tedious ordeal. Formal clothing. Veta forcing herself to stay awake through boring conversations. Delegates arguing over minor things that don’t really matter, only a way to see who can swing their influence better.
Caoimhe would find a way to calm everyone down—it was her gift.
And then there will be peace. The Empire would succeed.
She shook her head and looked at the jungle trees. The croaking of wildlife in the distance. The constant noise of it. Different from that on a ship or in an urban setting. Or in a negotiation.
No. This was not what this mission was supposed to be. Far more excitement than she bargained for. Being lost in a jungle, with a hot Rhimodian, who didn’t get why his cock looked like that piece of fruit, was not how she pictured this going.
She glanced back to where she’d left Wrathin. Nope, she wasn’t supposed to be stranded with a Rhimodian who was so hot and well endowed, anything phallic-shaped got her motor running a little.
And why didn’t anyone brief her that the Rhimodians were so attractive? While they didn’t have the Terran skin color pallets, the way the skin adapted, and the added sparkles of metal veins gave him a fantastic look.
Really.
She could look at his chest all day.
Or, rather, would, if he’d take that silver bodysuit thing off.
“Oh! I see it now!” And Wrathin laughed.
Which made her burst out laughing, and she looked away. Some of the tension in her body eased away at the sound of his laughter. She didn’t want to know if he’d pulled out his cock to compare.
By the stars, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he did.
But she would not be eating any of that fruit. No matter how yummy he said it was. If she had to eat something that looked like dick, it had betterbea dick.
His dick.
She rocked her head back and forth.
Glanced back to see if Wrathin had found her yet. Even in the quasi-dark, because the eclipse didn’t make it completely dark, it was still warm. She popped another one of the water tabs. The concentrated pills infused her with plenty of water to make sure she didn’t lose hydration.
But aside from thirst, she really couldn’t complain. Whatever Wrathin’s medical stuff did, she felt better than she had in a long time.
She wondered how long would the nanites heal her? Did they last forever? Have a shelf life? Would they come up on Terran medical scans when she returned to the Empire?
That would be interesting to explain, for certain. Though there were those in the Empire who would appreciate seeing the tech, live and in action. The few POW’s that the Terrans had acquired had somehow turned off their tech, and the nanites that had been extracted were no more valuable than just metal shavings.
