Page 76 of Sol Survivor

She wrapped her fingers around the girth and slid up and down the length of him, amazed at the silky, hot feel.He moaned when she ran her touch over the ridges along the top.She grinned.So, he was sensitive there.Good to know.She followed the path of her hand with her tongue.The velvet heat of his skin warmed her, and a hunger like nothing she had ever experienced burned in her core, urging her to be brave and bold.She wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked while stroking those ridges.

“Vic,” he rasped.“Osnir save me, that feels…incredible.”His voice roughened, hoarse, like gravel along her senses.Encouraged, she sucked harder, pulling him deeper into her mouth, relishing how much joy pleasing him brought her.

He stroked her hair, his touch switching between gentle and rough, until he cried out, and tugged on her shoulders.

She released his cock and smacked her lips.“What?You don’t like it?”She widened her eyes, adding a pout while stroking the length of him.

“Strip.Now.”

“Spoilsport,” she chuckled.“Fine.”Since she was crouching, she unclipped her boots.

“Leave your boots.I cannot wait, Vic.”

He hoisted her to her feet, spun her, and unsnapped her pants, shoving it and her panties down.Then with a thrust of his hips, she toppled, her ass in the air.He grabbed her hips, angled his cock until he rubbed against her entrance, then with a thrust, buried himself.She moaned, arching her back, despite being bent over like a paper straw.

Within a few powerful thrusts, she didn’t care as she rode a wave of splintered pleasure so exquisite, stars circled her vision.He wrapped around her, thrusting even as he layered her back with his chest.Releasing one hip, he squeezed her breast while pressing kisses to her neck.Another orgasm barreled toward her.She couldn’t hold it back and didn’t want to.Screaming, she exploded into a kaleidoscope of shivers, pebbling her nipples, tightening her core, and stealing her breath.

He roared, stilled, and shuddered, panting her name.After pulling out, he gathered her into his arms, crossed to her bed, and sprawled her onto it.Climbing over her, he pressed her into the mattress and spent minutes kissing her, not sparing an inch of her face.He gazed into her eyes between kisses, his pupils glowing amber.

“I love you, Vic.”

She nodded, unable to trust her voice.Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and held on tight.

Whentheystrodetothe bridge with Drafe gripping her hip, he unsheathed a dagger from his boot.“Take this, Vic.”

She accepted the weapon and spun it, testing its weight.The handle looked like bone, the blade an unusual shimmering steel.“It’s beautiful, Drafe.”

“The handle is a hudu tooth, the blade is made from an old star that fell in our territory.”

A gift?She sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her wrist.Only Ande had given her things, and she had cherished each one no matter how small.Most were extra food parcels, fighting lessons with a master, or a vid of her home.

Once on the bridge, she slipped the weapon into her boot then squeezed Drafe’s hand.“Thank you.”Rising onto her toes, she kissed his chin.Any higher and back to her quarters they would go.

She smiled at Tiny and Nenn manning the console.“Glad to see you two.We’re getting ready to take the facility.”

“I’m staying, of course.”Tiny stilled and didn’t glance at Nenn.

“I will be heading moonside with you, Vic.”Nenn squeezed Tiny’s upper arm, captured a lock of her hair, and tucked it behind an ear.His fingers trembled.

“Good.I like knowing there’s someone I can trust on theMula Pesada.How’s Themba?”Guilt slammed into Vic, tightening her chest as if a cybernetic hand reached into her to crush her heart.Drafe draped his arm across her shoulder and pulled her in for a kiss.She leaned against him, drawing strength from him.

“I administered a calming drug.It will knock him out for a while.The computer is monitoring his vital signs.”Tiny paused.“I’m sorry for his loss.”

“Thank you, Tiny.”Time to start this.Vic released a slow breath.“Computer, ship-wide broadcast.Mula Pesada, this is the captain speaking.Report to the docking bay.The shuttle leaves in ten.”

The trip to the bay was in silence.No words were necessary.The plan was simple.The prisoners would pretend to be drugged captives.Once they were escorted into the facility, shit would hit the fan.

She loved the plan.Drafe hadn’t wanted anyone to be harmed, hence why Nenn was along for the ride.As she slid down the ladder into the bay, she gaped at the shuttle which looked like a boxcar with strips of rusted metal.Pieces of painted letters formed no legible words but added to the dystopian feel.

“Caah, does this thing even fly?”She scanned it as they approached the lowered ramp.The closer she got, the worse it looked with gaps between the twisted or bent metal.

“I thought the same, but she’s space-worthy.”Caah leaned out of the shuttle, one hand gripping the door’s edge.“I present theBurro Lento, or so the manifest claims.”

Nowthatshe’d believe.“Cute.”She chuckled.“Just as long as this ‘slow donkey’ is safe.”When she stepped into the shuttle, she smiled at those boarded with Dez in the front.“Weapons?”

They nodded, some held up daggers or blasters, and one had a rusted machete.It was the state of their hearts that mattered, not the condition of their arsenal.

“Vic,” Grant panted as he stumbled into the shuttle.“I can’t aid your cause, but if you could record it, you might capture incriminating information I can later claim I don’t know the source of.”

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