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“No one would dare. And even if they did, we Ishani are not ashamed of making love, only making war.”

His powerful hand snaps my panties right off. I gasp at the sudden exposure, then groan as he strokes me with nimble fingers.

“You are so beautiful, Chloe.”

I can’t form words, just moans and soft cries which have nothing to do with fear. I squirm in his lap, feeling the hard bulge of his cock growing ever larger.

His robes slip away, and his warm, throbbing weapon glides through the groove of my pussy. I arch my back, grasping at his long, soft hair and giving myself over to the pleasure of skin on skin.

Varona lifts me under the hips, and settles me back down. My eyes squeeze shut as my pussy squeezes around his cock. My weight settles down fully and a wave of delight pulses through me.

Varona’s hands cup my breasts, massaging them as his mouth mauls my neck. I rock against him, our bodies finding an easy rhythm. For a moment, the steel walls of the Ishani office resemble natural, unworked stone. I almost imagine that my fingertips trace along the base of curling horns as well as curling hair.

It’s so like my dream, but different. Better, as if we’ve built upon the dream as a foundation. Our bodies arch in unison, and I suck in a deep, ragged gasp of air. He cums inside of me, his member throbbing like mad, and I fly over the precipice of a truly momentous climax.

I thrash and squirm on his lap, my pussy convulsing on his cock as if it wants to keep it inside even deeper. My eyes water as I scream out my delight until my throat grows raw.

I collapse against his sculpted body. Varona kisses me tender, sweeping my hair away from my face and neck. I sigh and cozy up to him.

“How will you describe this to your commanding officer?” he asks.

“I will tell him that I literally did everything possible to change your mind,” I reply with a chuckle. “Look, this can’t happen again, okay? We just had to get this jalshagar thing out of our systems, am I right?”

“If you like.”

I give him a look. He’s got that light in his violet eyes again. The light that says he knows exactly what’s going to happen no matter what I might declare.

Indeed, ‘never’ happens again the next day. And again the next. Then three times the next…pretty soon I’ve basically moved into Varona’s quarters, and he’s used his pull to keep me from being fired.

I don’t know about the jalshagar thing, but every day that passes I feel our connection grow stronger. Maybe we are soulmates. All I know is, I don’t want to leave him. Ever. My dreams seem to have slowed down, too. I still have them, but mostly you have to sleep to dream and Varona and I aren’t doing much of that.

The tensions are only growing worse on the Ishani homeworld. I’m starting to get really worried. Not for my sake, but for Varona’s, and all of his people.

The Ishani are too trusting, too compassionate, and too arrogant for their own good. They sincerely think they can handle whatever comes their way, but I can’t share their confidence. I’m afraid that the Centuries War has already come to the Ishani homeworld.

Now, we’re just waiting for them to notice.

CHAPTER 11

VARONA

Many of my colleagues believe that my affair with Chloe is but a passing fancy. They scoff at the idea one of us could have one of them as a jalshagar.

But the days become weeks, and the weeks months, and we are still growing closer by the moment. Chloe is a wonderful woman, no matter what planet she was originally born on. I could not ask for a better mate.

My fellow Ishani may need more convincing, but I do not. Fate has brought us together, by the will of the Precursors, and I am not one to doubt their wisdom.

Chloe and I are happy, but I can tell she worries about me, and my people. She thinks we are all too trusting, too arrogant. We Ishani know we can fend off any negative influences, but Chloe judges us by the standards of the less-enlightened races.

One of the concessions we’ve made to the visitors on our planet, both Alliance and Coalition, is the formation of an Ambassador’s Council. The Council has no formal power over Ishani law, but the members all agreed to abide by its edicts whenever feasible.

Today, we gather in a domed structure near the outskirts of our city. The Alliance are seated on one side, the Coalition on theother. The Ishani sit between the two. The IHC has no formal arrangement with us, but their representative sits in our section.

I look over at Chloe and rest my hand on top of her own.

“Are you prepared for your grand speech?”

She rolls her eyes and sighs.

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