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I love you both very much, and I am so sorry that you probably went most of the time thinking I was dead. I thought of you every day I worked hard as a slave on a farm, but other than long hours and crappy food we weren’t abused.
By the time you get this, you should have the information to respond through the internet.
Love you,
Cayla”
Chapter Seventeen
A full planet rotation passed before Narzek’s team returned to the shuttle bay of Dreadnaught Ten. If not for the stimulants and the assistance of his smart armor, Narzek doubted he could lift his weary body from his seat. For the last few spans, it had been hard to keep his mind on the remaining searches. His team members were just as weary, but none of them wanted to leave any slaves on this planet when they left.
He was disappointed that he hadn’t found his own family members, but he had seen some from his town that he knew. Narzek still had hope that his relatives could be among the thousands they had evacuated from the planet. It would be at least another rotation before he heard anything.
At this point, his only desire was to fall into his bed with Cayla cuddled in his arms and sleep for half a rotation.
He and his team let their powered armor walk them to the armory, where it retracted from their bodies into their assigned storage module. Narzek pulled on his clothes and stepped into his boots, toeing the switch on each one to fasten them on to his feet. It took an effort of will to set his body into forward motion and walk the forty yards to the lift to his floor.
The brief respite as it took him up to the third level ended all too soon, and he had to walk another ten yards to his door. He wondered as the door slid open if Cayla would be sleeping.
She wasn’t. She was standing in front of their com screen, and she spun around to face Narzek as the door whooshed open. As he stepped inside, the door whooshed closed behind him.
Cayla reached him in three strides, took one look into his tired eyes, and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his chest and hugging him. Narzek leaned into her and held her, resting his cheek against the top of her head.
She looked almost as tired as he. Her only rest was during the battle while she was in meditation. All of that happened in about an hour, less than a span, by their measure of time.
Finally, she drew back and tilted her face up to meet his gaze with a tender smile on her lips. Despite his exhaustion, he couldn’t resist pressing his lips to hers in a sweet, light kiss.
“Let’s get you into bed,” she said when the kiss ended. “You look like you’re ready to drop, and you’re much too heavy for me to pick up.”
They shuffled to the bed, and Cayla helped him undress then he sat down on the bed while she undressed. When she was naked, she crawled past him to her side of the bed. Narzek lay down beside her and covered them both with the sheet. The last thing he remembered was Cayla’s head cuddled against his shoulder and closing his eyes.
Nearly half a rotation later, Narzek found himself in a delightful dream. Cayla was leaning over his naked body on her hands and knees, kissing him and nipping his flesh in little love bites. She had started with his face with just a peck on his lips. She kissed his face all over then moved down to his neck and upper chest.
Her hair was long enough that it caressed his skin as she dragged her mouth over his flesh. He groaned, and his cock went hard even before her lips closed over his male nipple. She sucked and laved one and then the other before she continued her exploration gradually lower on his body with her mouth and her hands. It felt so good, he didn’t want to open his eyes and lose it.
But when he felt warm flesh brush over his cock, he opened his eyes to see his mate with his cock against her chest between her breasts. She looked up and met his gaze as he watched her and smiled.
“I knew I would eventually get your attention.” She smiled at him for a moment and then turned her attention back to his cock. She backed up until her mouth was on the hilt. Sticking out her tongue, Cayla dragged her tongue up the length of it. When she reached the tip, she gripped it with her hand and lapped her tongue all over the head.
“By the Maker!” he groaned as her mouth closed over the head, and she started sucking on him.
She took it in until it hit the back of her throat, bobbing her head up and down while she worked the rest with her hand, caressing his balls with the other.
He watched in fascination as she brought him steadily toward release. Narzek was about to stop her because he preferred to come in her pussy, but she stopped. Moving up his body on her hands and knees, Cayla poised her opening over his cock head and proceeded to impale herself on it.
Maker, she felt so damn good!
He reached out and gripped her waist, helping her as she moved her channel up and down over his cock. He’d been tempted to roll them over and put her on the bottom so he could pound into her, but watching her ride him was highly arousing. He could feel his orgasm building low in his back, and Cayla was humming and cooing little sounds of pleasure as she neared her orgasm.
Narzek was thrusting up as Cayla descended, panting and sobbing her pleasure until she clamped down on his cock as the first wave of her climax crashed over her. Just a few more thrusts and he was right there with her, shooting his seed directly into her womb.
Watching her in the throes of her release, Narzek couldn’t doubt that she enjoyed sex with him as much as he did with her. It surprised and pleased him that she had been so brazen in taking him.
He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her as she collapsed against his chest, completely spent.
“That was amazing,me’ara.Definitely, an enjoyable way to wake up,” he said, rubbing her back and stroking her hair. Then he pulsed his cock inside her causing little aftershocks of her orgasm.
As he held her, his thoughts drifted back to the previous day, remembering the fear that had ripped through him when Sargans attacked the dreads. Even though he knew it wasn’t that easy to destroy a Farseek Dreadnaught, there was still a possibility that Cayla could be severely injured. Or killed.
