Page 11 of Hunter's Valentine

“I do not enjoy them,” I said. Then I left the bar out next to the navigation screen, in case she changed her mind.

It was late afternoon by the time the centicreep lost interest in my shuttle and headed back to its nest. The other scourge in the area were returning home, too. Even though there were more flyers in the sky than there had been in the morning, the hunt would still be successful, with some modifications.

“I will attempt the hunt now,” I announced. “And since you interrupted it the first time, you will help me.”

That had Sara bristling again. I secretly enjoyed her ire, especially when she was glaring at me like that. It reminded me of an angry kitten I’d seen in a video. Felines were hunters, too. Perhaps that was why I enjoyed watching them so much.

“I will show you how to use my ship’s blaster so you can shoot down the flyers. Flyers that wouldn’t have been there this morning,” I stressed.

“Fine, whatever. I still sayyouruinedmytravels, but shooting down flyers actually sounds kind of fun.”

“It is. This is another thing the humans at New Franklin helped me with. They remounted the blaster so I can use it both in flight and as a turret when stationary.”

I brought up the screen to control the ship’s weapons, then pulled her down to sit on top of me in the pilot’s seat.

“Hey!” She pushed away from me, struggling in my lap.

I groaned at the way she rubbed up against me and tightened my hold on her so she’d stop squirming. “Stop moving, female!”

She did so, but it was already too late. My chest was rumbling like a volcano about to erupt, and my cock had stolen all the blood from my brain.

Chapter 7: Sara

It was impossible to pay attention to anything Mur’k was saying with his cock pressed up against my ass like that. But he seemed to be doing his damnedest to ignore it, so I did the same.

Luckily, the ship’s blasters were easy enough to use. I had the choice of using either a device that looked an awful lot like our video game controllers or the touchscreen. While the touch screen was easier, Mur’k warned me that it was less accurate and should only be used if the flyers were close enough.

“And how do I know if the flyers are close enough?” I asked. “I mean, for either option.”

“The shuttle will not lock on if it is beyond its range.”

“Okay. That’s simple.”

Frankly, I was still shocked that Mur’k would let me control his ship’s weapons, but I wasn’t going to question it because shooting down flyers sounded like the opportunity of a lifetime. I’d always wanted to go ham on those assholes, and here was my chance. I couldn’t wait!

“We will use this flyer as a test,” Mur’k said when one of them got too close. “Press your palm to the screen. I need tocapture your biosignature to give you temporary control of the weapons.”

Moments later, we were ready to rumble.

I decided to use the controller since it was familiar and I’d always been pretty good at video games. Getting the ship to lock on was a bit tricky, but when it finally did, I fired. I’d aimed for the creature’s body, but it clipped a wing instead.

Damn it!

It was hurt, but I wanted it dead, not merely injured. I aimed again, even as it fell. My second shot got it right in the throat.

“Ha! Die, you motherfucker!” I did a little happy dance before twisting around in my seat. “Did you see that? That asshole wentdown!”

“You did very well.” But his voice was strained, and by the hardness under my ass, I knew exactly why.

Oops! I should save the celebratory wiggles for when I wasn’t on his lap.

“Sorry.” I scrambled off him.

He got up with some difficulty and started preparing for his hunt, strapping on more weapons than one person could possibly ever use.

“Once I am in place, I will turn on the lure. Focus on the flyers. Shoot them. Do not shoot me. If they get too close to the rooftops, I will take care of them. Aim only for the ones in the sky.”

“Got it. Shoot the flyers. Don’t shoot you.”That was when I realized the amount of trust he was putting in me. If I were anti-Xarc’n, and many back at the bunker were, I could easily shoot him instead. But I wasn’t, and I wouldn’t.

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