Page 6 of Venomous Lust
Hazel climbed the ladder, holding her breath at the top, then pushed the trap door separating the storage level from the rest of the Myrador open by an inch. A long corridor lit by the same lighting as the storage room stretched out in front of her. It was empty, so she grabbed her chance and climbed, still holding her breath as the sound of metal closing on metal traveled through the air.
When no one came crashing down upon her with ionic guns and death threats, she moved. Scurrying along the walls like a mouse, Hazel made her way up the long, deserted corridor, following blindly until she came to an intersection. Having no reason to choose one direction over the other, she turned right and continued until the first door appeared in the blank smoothness of the wall.
Her hands flattened on the door then slid down to the handle. Her heart beat hard and fast as she twisted it then let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn’t locked.
Hazel pushed the door open a smidge and cast a look inside. It was a bedroom, spartan looking and bare except for a long, large bed and a series of drawers embedded into the wall. As she stepped inside, she ran her fingers along the surface of the wall. It wasn’t industrial and cold like the hallways, but smooth and surprisingly warm, and of a soft pale gray color that was soothing to the eyes.
She walked inside, closing the door behind her.
I can hide here for a while.
The panic lessened inside her as she approached the bed. The wall was smooth on this side—smooth and white, flawless. Hazel reached for its surface, intrigued by the texture.
The whiteness dissolved, revealing a scene that brought her to her knees. She could barely comprehend what had happened as the vastness of space spread out in front of her eyes. Black, endless infinity covered the world, lit by stars so numerous the view numbed her mind.
Hazel felt like her soul was being sucked into the void of deep space as she stared, time passing and flowing, fading into the background, along with reality.
She heard a door open behind her but she was too entranced by the vision of space to turn around. Her mind was absorbed by the endless void, soothing and calling for her.
“Who are you?”
Hazel cried out as she jumped to her feet and twisted around. And then she screamed as she came face to face with a tall, broad, Prussian blue alien.
A naked Prussian blue alien.
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Khal
Khal stopped dead in his tracks, his mind momentarily blank as shock took hold. Standing in his room was a human female, her body turned toward the endless void of space that made up the view on the back wall of his personal quarters. That wall was the one luxury he had allowed himself when ordering the expensive long-range spaceship called the Myrador—a spaceship that could travel fast and long distances while evading detection from any other vessels or nearby planets.
A spaceship he was now using for the most dangerous mission of his life.
And a spaceship whose apparent defenses had been foiled by a single human female.
Khal stared at her while she was absorbed by the sea of blackness on the other side of the thick wall. She was a small thing, all softness and curves that were wrapped in thick synthetic leather, molded to her body like a second skin. Short, pale-as-moonlight hair fell like fine silken straw to just above her graceful nape. The arched, luscious curve of her back highlighted deliciously rounded hips and a full ass.
“Who are you?”
The female started, turning around to face him with a small cry of surprise—a small cry of surprise that soon became an all-out scream as her pale green eyes widened in the middle of a dainty, fine-featured face. The roundest mouth he had ever seen hung slightly open. She had high cheekbones and a delicate, shapely jaw.
She looked like the idea of a female made flesh, all daintiness and curves, appealing in her brazen fragility. Her round, ample bosom heaved deep and fast as she breathed, and the full shape of her hips and thighs pulled his eyes lower down her body.
“Stay where you are!” The female’s voice was high pitched and full of fear. “Don’t come near me.”
The human stared at him with wide eyes, round and filled with terror. Those eyes went lower down his body, then the paleness of her cheeks bloomed with a sudden, deep blush.
He followed her stare all the way to his seed stem, which stirred to life under her gaze. It wasn’t in an Eok’s nature to be embarrassed at his own nakedness, particularly when an attractive female stared at it with such marked interest, but the fear in her eyes was enough to dampen his arousal.
He needed to know how and when she had entered the Myrador. And, more importantly, why?
A human female entering an Eok ship undetected was a first, but a human female foiling the Myrador’s advanced technological defense systems was more than surprising. It was highly suspicious.
Groaning with displeasure, Khal twisted, grabbed a large towel from the small cleansing room stall at the back of the room, and wrapped it around his waist. By the time he turned back to her, his seed stem was politely retreating and he could face the human female without fear that she would start screaming again.
“Who in the Midnight God’s name are you, and what are you doing in my private quarters?” he asked.
