Page 43 of Treasured By the Hunter

“Yes,” I whispered through the tide of arousal that threatened to flood me. “I liked what we did.”

Chapter 20: Harb’k

I breathed in her tantalizing aroma and groaned. Her words were not lies, not by the way her body responded to my question. The rumbling I’d been trying so hard to suppress through this entire tour broke loose, vibrating throughout the both of us. I wondered if the humans watching that movie could hear it despite the walls.

My instincts demanded I pick her up and take her to my shuttle and fuck her until neither of us could stand.

“Wait. I was wondering if I could wash up first. The healing unit thing disinfected me with light, but it’s not the same. I don't feel dirty, but I don’t feel really clean either.” There was mischief in her eyes. “We should get clean before we get dirty.”

I have lived with humans long enough to understand innuendos, and I knew what she meant. Blood rushed to my cock, making it push against Zoey’s belly. She gasped, and more lust filled the air.

“The movie is still playing. We’ll have the washing room to ourselves. But we must be fast.” I picked her up in my arms and took large strides, making my way through the base and up to the washing room.

Setting Zoey down, I went to the door and locked it. I knew humans were secretive about sex.

Usually, the humans just stripped down to their underwear or even naked to use the communal showers. This group was small and tight-knit, and the small divider between the male and female sections was just a suggestion.

Finally alone, I let the need for her control me as I stalked toward her. Lust blossomed in the air as she backed away. But she had nowhere to go, and it was a matter of seconds before I had her in my arms and was stripping her of her dirty clothes.

“Everything off,” I growled. “You cannot shower with your clothes on.”

She let me strip her, and when she was completely nude, I took her in. She was utter perfection, with generous hips and breasts, rounded all over.

“Aren’t you joining me?” Her eyes were on my loincloth, which was struggling to keep my cock contained. There was the slightest hint of red in her cheeks, barely showing through her tanned skin.

“We are… different than your males.”

“I know,” she said coyly. “I felt it earlier.”

“Do not be frightened.”

She giggled. “I think it’s a little too late for that. Come on.” She reached for my loincloth.

I ordered my hands to still and let her work on the fastening of my loincloth. My cock was so hard that it held the garment on even after the fastening was loosened. I helped it drop to the floor. Zoey inhaled sharply at the sight of my cock.

“Don’t be afraid.” Krux. If she changed her mind now, it would kill me.

We were differently shaped from their males, but I knew we were compatible. She started to reach for me but hesitated.

I wanted to pick her up, press her against the wall, and drive into her until we were one. I needed to claim her now. But I didn’t want to scare her away. So instead, I just led her under the warm spray of water.

“You don’t have to touch it. We are here to get clean. Let me wash your hair.” I reached for the pump bottle of shampoo and lathered it up in my hands.

“Mmm.” She closed her eyes as the warm, almost hot, water sluiced over her skin. “I haven’t had a warm shower in forever.”

“I will give you all the warm showers you want.”

Her lips curled up in a smile as I ran my soapy hands through her hair.

I leaned her against me as the water rinsed the bubbles. Then I started on her body with the soap, even though my cock was so hard that I doubted I had enough blood left in my brain to think.

She moaned, and the sound threatened to destroy me. Her slippery body slid against my rigid length as she swayed under the water, and I realized she was doing it on purpose. I growled and pressed her back against my front. I reached down between her legs, my hand still slippery from the soap.

“Open your legs.” I realized that my translator was still on the floor with my loincloth, and she couldn’t understand any of my words.

I nudged her legs open and slid my fingers down to play in the folds of her cunt.

“Oh god,” she whimpered.

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