“Little captain,” he laughed, a deep bellow, “I’m more than okay.”
“Then, why are you,” I pointed toward his erect cock, “you know, hard?”
“Why would I not be, ljona?” He lifted one of my legs to draw it over his hip. “Do human males soften after one encounter?”
I failed at keeping the shock off my face. I couldn’t see my reflection, but I knew it. My cheeks were hot, and the tips of my ears practically burned. “Ah yeah.”
“That’s a pity,” he said with what sounded like true sincerity. “Once is never enough when it comes to pleasure with one’s mate.”
“Right,” I said, not knowing quite how to answer. So, I changed the subject. “And what about your second cock? Human men definitely donothave that.”
“Ah, you mean my crux.” He motioned to it. “It is for you, my Truxoria. To stimulate you during mating.”
Now, my eyes bugged out of my head.Hell on a stick.There was one hundred percent no way that I could hide my surprise on that revelation. “Got it.” I tucked my head to his chest, not wanting to think too much. I’d always been one for cuddling after the more vigorous stuff.
Unfortunately, our reprieve came to an end when Mulo’s voice shouted from across the room. “Now that was most entertaining, Rhonar.” The bastard clapped his meaty paws. “A well showing for our party.”
Tor vibrated beside me, and not in the good way. He stuffed his cock—and crux—into his pants and readjusted the waistband. Then, he sat up, careful not to spill me over the side of our swinging chair. I rose with him. Like him, I was itching to give this capo a what-for, but we had to get off this outpost in one piece and get on with our mission. So, I bit my tongue, and called out to the Mangox.
“Thank you, Capo.” I stood up and bowed like I imagined a good, little slave would do. But in my mind I was picturing a series of deaths for the bastard, each more painful than the last. I kept my voice higher pitched as I said, “Master and I are so pleased we could join your…” I hesitated, struggling to find a suitable word that wasn’t orgy.
“Your lustrara tempara,” Tor filled in for me. He rose next to me, lending me his strength with his presence. “It is a spectacle unlike any I’ve seen before.”
The capo shot us a toothy smile. Anyone that didn’t know the Rhonar commander might have thought his words were a compliment, but I knew better. I may not have known him long; yet my bullshit meter was finely tuned to him. I hid my laugh behind a cough. Mulo didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. “Indeed,” he flapped his meaty paw, “indeed, it is.”
“Now, let us retire to our seats. Dessert will arrive soon.” The capo eyed me in a manner that had the hairs on my neck rising. A ball of dread tightened my gut. Foreboding filled me.
The capo snapped his fingers and the music shifted. A languorous tune more suited to one of Dr. Harper’s yoga sessions filled the room. The soft chiming notes reminded me of Grace’s soothing voice as she’d guide the moonbase crew through a gentle flow.“Now, let it all go, and breathe into the movement.”The memory choked my throat. And the warning in my heart beat strong.
Something was going to happen.
Reaching for Tor’s hand, I thread my fingers through his. I didn’t look at him as I spoke, too afraid he’d see the emotions written on my face. “Promise me. No matter what happens, you will complete this mission.”
