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“Is our mission over, Sir?” Mason asks, as soon as they’re out of earshot.
“Negative,” I tell him. “But I’m needed back home on a personal matter. I’m putting you in charge of this unit until I return.”
Mason’s chest swells with pride. “I won’t disappoint you, Captain.”
“I know you won’t.” Grinning, I notch my chin in the direction of the couch. “Now go take your pleasure. You’ve earned it.”
Mason hesitates before finally saying, “I know you can’t stay long, Captain, but can you at least have one drink with us before you leave? It would mean a lot to the guys.”
I know I should go upstairs, bang out the paperwork, and get to bed early but, despite my better judgment, I agree.
“Pick your poison,” Mason says, as he waves his arm in the direction of the makeshift bar where a slew of colorful bottles are all lined up.
I enjoy human liquor. It is much milder than the Voltanese beverages that have a similar effect on our species. While it is possible to get drunk from the human varieties, it takes far more than the drink of my people, which is incredibly potent.
“Dealer’s choice,” I tell the soldier manning the bar.
The soldier quickly throws together a dark amber concoction that is so heavily laden with spirits that the straw practically floats.
Behind me, I hear a cheer erupt. Glancing over my shoulder, I see the two women who were with Lieutenant Mason kissing one another on the couch. It seems this night has just gotten infinitely more interesting. Even though I won’t personally partake, I have nothing against watching.
One of the youngest men in our unit, Sergeant Flick, joins the females on the couch, taking down his pants and presenting them with his semi-hard dick. It’s a decent size for a human male but does not compare to the club of a cock that the Voltan pack.
“Get on your knees and suck it!” he barks at the women, and they immediately bend their knees and comply.
“Fuck yeah!” Flick groans, rocketing his hips deep, his cock slamming into the back of one of the women’s throat. “That’s how I like it!”
Envious of her friend having all the fun, the second woman tugs the first’s hair and Flick’s dick pops free from her lips. As soon as his member is dangling, she hungrily sucks him into her mouth, humming as she works his length and balls with enviable skill.
“Damn!” Flick groans, threading his fingers into her hair and leaning back so he can watch the woman’s fine work. “You like that, you little slut? Yeah, I see that you do,” he grunts, when she sucks him even deeper down her throat. “You want a second cock inside of you? Spread your legs, babe. My boys want a turn.”
Samson, a tall man from up North, steps forward and drops trou. Spitting onto his hand, he slicks his dick, lines up with the woman’s glistening cunt, and slams home before she even knows he’s there.
Since the Voltan have cured all known STIs, the men don’t bother with condoms. By the looks on their faces, as they pass the women back and forth between them, they’re enjoying every second of their freedom.
Noting the hungry look on my First Lieutenant’s face, I pat him on the shoulder, giving him a bit of a shove. “Don’t wait on my account. Go enjoy yourself, Mason.”
The man’s face splits into an ear-to-ear grin, “Roger that, Captain.”
As Mason frees himself from his fatigues, the men let out another cheer as Flick pulls out, shouts, and sprays the woman with a face full of his jizz.
I watch the debauchery unfold in front of me, thinking of Aurora and all the dirty things I’m going to do to my mate the moment I get home.
It’s going to be a long evening without her here to ease the hellish ache in my pants. I anticipate the mountain of paperwork sitting in my room won’t get done until late into the evening, as my hand is going to be busy with other things for several hours to come.
CHAPTER 11
Aurora
Upon my return to the base, I’m not housed in the barracks. Instead, my worldly possessions and I are taken to a well-appointed suite. It’s apparently the one we will all share when my second master, Knox, returns home from his mission abroad.
Feeling out of place, and unsure of myself, I begin to unpack. I don’t have much. Just a tattered duffel bag of odds and ends from my old life. Things I couldn’t bear to leave behind. They comfort me as I move around the room, dispersing these precious reminders of my past within reach.
Oren told me I’ll be sleeping in his bed tonight, and I shiver as I look at the gigantic bed in the dead center of the room. It’s a metaphor for the man himself. Large. Imposing. Domineering. And impossible to ignore.
I wonder how Cadence is doing. We’d been separated at the accident site, and I have no way to get ahold of her. As soon as I have the opportunity, I’m going to ask Oren if we can havesome means of communication. I don’t have many friends, and Cadence and I instantly bonded the day we met. I hate losing that connection when I have so few in the world at present.
After the doctor had tended my wound when we’d returned to base, Oren left for an emergency meeting. I’m not sure how long he’ll be gone and I’m starving because I haven’t eaten much since breakfast.
