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Quad sniffles as he wraps me up in a crushing, breath-stealing embrace. A long moment passes. Mercifully, Quad’s sobbing diminishes, just like my ability to breathe. “Okay, we meet again,” he finally declares, releasing me with a big, wet smile. “You smell good,” he chuckles.

“Um, thanks,” I mutter, catching my breath, wiping away a patch of tears or snot or both from the top of my head. “Look after yourself and don’t let Mod and Job scam you.” I turn, glaring at the two Glaseroid brothers who shrug. “And listen to Hyanxa. She’ll keep you right.” I frown, my mind assaulted by dozens of Quadisms “Oh, don’t drink Mod’s ointments, and don’t bash people without permission, and no picking them up either, and—”

“My head hurts.” Quad grimaces, scratching his cranium.

Well, that might cover ten percent, anyway.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep a close eye on him if I don’t throw him out of the docking hatch first,” Hyanxa offers with a smile as she approaches to stand before me. It’s still strange to me, after all the years of hiding in terror from Hyanxa, that now we stand as friends and allies.

So much has changed. I can hardly believe half of it.

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” she glances around the room. “The Nebian’s home planet has a galaxy-sized target on it, and I’d rather not wait around for the plasma.” Her eyes lock onto mine again. “A word to the wise.”

“We’ll be leaving not long after you,” I say, looking back to Xandor, who nods in agreement.

“Good,” Hyanxa nods before adding, “Goes without saying, but if you ever change your mind, you can join my crew. Maintenance, security, void even co-pilot if you want. I know you got the wits and balls for it.”

Her confidence in me overwhelms me with fierce pride, prompting me to grasp her in a tight hug. “Thanks for teaching me what it means to be strong, Captain Hyanxa.” I break our embrace to stare into her golden gaze, smiling. “I look forward to hearing stories of your exploits.”

“Captain Hyanxa has a nice ring to it,” Hyanxa laughs, then her gaze takes on an almost predatory look. “We’re a couple of tough bitches who don’t take no shit. Remember that.”

“I won’t, I promise,” I state, a fire blazing in my heart, glancing around at the crew. “I’ll remember all of you fondly.”

“This party now about Tiny leaving,” Quad bellows, flexing his impressive arms. Noroth, carrying a fresh batch of drinks, makes his way through the crowd, offering them to everyone with a broad grin.

“Honor to the crew! May our paths cross again soon!” Xandor roars, raising his drink in a toast before taking a generous swig.

The other Klendathians quickly join in, and I smile as I watch them before raising my own cup in solidarity with the rest of the crew. The sweet blue cocktail sends a pleasant tingle of warmth through my body. “You spoke so well, my love,” Xandor jests, a grin on his face. “I should have let you do the talking with the Imperator.”

Snorting, I rue the thought of it. “No, I prefer being your sneaky shadow,” I purr, enjoying the way his eye drinks in my visage with a hungry aspect.

Xandor steps closer with an alluring smile. He wraps me up in his powerful arm, pulling me into a warm embrace. I nestle into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his strong heartbeat against my own. We stroke noses gently, a tender gesture that makes my heart flutter with affection. “But your light banishes all shadows,” he whispers.

The future feels brighter, filled with possibilities and the promise of a new beginning. With Xandor by my side, I know wecan overcome any obstacle, build a new life, because I love him and he loves me. Our love, fated by Gods I do not understand, but I’m eternally grateful they brought us together.

Chapter 24

Xandor

Debrief

Several days have passedsince the Nebian-Klendathian alliance was formalized, and it has only been a day since my head stopped throbbing. Gods, there was so much drinking on that fine night. It was a welcome turn of events, as it initially was a tense occasion fraught with potential pitfalls and cultural misunderstandings.

But after Tyrxie and I danced, the mood shifted. Nebians became eager to learn—too eager by half, with short-stuffs requesting Tyrxie dance with them! Others sought Noroth and Logarn, with teams of brave Nebians clinging to my warriors in good natured wrestling bouts. As for me, I spent much of the evening conversing with the Imperator. He proved to be a fine leader who could handle his drink as well as any Klendathian.

Once again, I emphasized the importance of removing the NeuroLinks to the Imperator, pushing and pulling as much as I dared—the future of his people hanging in the balance. He oscillated between offense and weak, non-committal assurances as I danced a fine line. Even now, I cannot predict which path he will choose. A sigh escapes me in frustration, but there’s nothing more I could’ve done—it rests in the hands of the Gods.

Tyrxie stirs in my lap, her head resting pleasingly near to my crotch. Her pale nakedness against the low blue light of our quarters fills me with desire and adoration. She’s so beautiful, a true gift from the Gods. It’s almost painful to look upon her, the longing and love I feel for her so overwhelming, that even my words to describe my affections are nothing but a spark held against a blazing sun—and her true glory is yet to flare.

“Hey lover,” Tyrxie mumbles, wiping the sleep from her eyes to scan the room. “Are we there yet?” She smiles, noticing my throbbing erection jutting upward as proud and strong as any master-crafted statue. “Again?” she laughs, burying her head into the sheets with delightful surrender.

“I’m afraid so, my love,” I reply with a fake sigh, brushing her gorgeous black hair with sympathy. “I sometimes curse my insatiable virility. It’s a terrible burden we must carry. But I know with your help we’ll tame the beast—one day.”

“Uh huh,” Tyrxie mumbles into the sheets, before her stunning green eyes lift upwards, gleaming with resolve and feminine submission that only stiffens me further. “One day,” she mocks, taking my thick cock in her delicate, dainty hands. “But not today,” she smiles, stroking my length.

I groan at her familiar touch, my male-hood longing to be inside of her—the place it belongs, the female it was always destined for. But my poor Tyrxie has endured much... attention, and I worry it may take a toll on my beautiful little female.“We’ll save this for after our meeting with Krogoth and Rocks,” I suggest, shifting to stand.

“Not so fast!” Tyrxie snaps, placing a halting hand on my abdominal muscles. “I wouldn’t be a very good mate if I didn’t take care of you.” She renews her wonderful caresses.

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