Bianca stepped out of the sonic shower, and yes, she did feel a little bit better after the sonics vibrated her clean. She’d only been outside a few minutes, yet it had already felt like the burnt smells had permeated her cloak and her hair.
Her gaze fell on the Rhimodian who was leading her through the building. His clothing had returned, but this time, the suit was so tight, it could have been a second skin.
And she couldn’t take her eyes off his backside. His shoulders were amazing. The body suite detailed every bit of him, showing just how physically developed the Rhimodians were.
Defined muscles. All the muscles.
Even muscles that clothing usually left to the imagination.
The ass looked great indeed. She noticed, though, as she followed him, that she would see glimpses of the front side of him—equally as beautiful.
And large. At just over two meters tall, they were not little humanoids, by any stretch. The cyborgs were all properly equipped. Their designers did not skimp on the ample male endowments, either. Everything was proportional to the height.
Which meant his manly bits were just as impressive as his ass was. Maybe more so because Bianca couldn’t help wondering if she could even take something so long and thick.
Trying would be fun. Far better than what the Emperor had, for sure.
She berated herself. What was the matter with her? She was a lady, after all. She should not be ogling a Rhimodian, the Terran Empire’s enemy.
Nor comparing him to what the Emperor had.
Yet, she could not help herself.
Perhaps it was the lack of intimacy she’d endured for such a long time. She may have been the mistress of the Emperor, but there was no tenderness between them. Instead, it was purely a sexual relationship. And even then, it was as infrequent as she could get away with.
She stayed in his good graces because that was what she had to do.
Taking this mission to the Rhimodian homeworld to prepare for the ambassadorial party was one of the easier tasks he asked of her.
And while the Rhimodian’s assets were impressive to look at, they were merely images in a window, something she could never touch.
She appreciated but would never be able to enjoy.
As so many things in her life had been.
They headed down a short set of stairs and through a couple more doors. The Rhimodians who moved the luggage proceeded in different directions with her things.
She watched them disappear, worry forming in her heart. “Where are they going?” She stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning toward the things.
“They are taking a better route for the bags.”
“But,” she said, staring after the things. “I should be with them.”
The Emperor had been very specific.
“If you wish to follow them, you may,” he said, “but you will need to split yourself, for they are each taking different paths.”
She crossed her arms. “On purpose?”
“For efficiency.”
“I was told….”
And it dawned on her what she’d been told. First, to confirm certain parameters were met, like maintaining eye contact with their things, in case the Rhimodians chose to put some sort of tracker on their clothing.
And at that moment, she remembered Fallon, the Empress. She could see her, almost as perfectly as if the late Empress stood before her. She was taken back in time to a memory that felt so very poignant.
The Empress, dressed in a red and white painted dress, her hair swept up into a high, crown-like coif. Her back was to Bianca as she placed her royal crown on her head. It nestled perfectly in the hairstyle, framing the exquisite jewelry.
