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“Please,” I breathe against his lips. “Now.”
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With effortless power, Mareliux lifts me. His hands grip my thighs as he pulls me close. I wrap my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, trusting him completely. Strong tendrils curl around my upper body, holding me firmly and making me feel totally safe.
Slowly, tenderly, he lowers me onto his cock, the flared tip stretching me with a delicious burn. The ridges drag against my inner walls. Each node sends jolts of pleasure that make me cry out. The water thunders over us, amplifying every sensation as he fills me completely, his exotic shape molding to me in ways that take all my attention. The tips of his tendrils stroke my breasts, sending delighted little tingles shooting downwards.
“The terror’s gone,” I gasp, rolling my hips to meet his controlled thrusts. His eyes are locked on mine, tender and adoring, even as desire consumes us. “It’s just you now. Fill me.”
The memory of the terrible jungle dissolves with every movement, replaced by waves of pleasure cresting higher. Ishatter around him, and my release pulls him over the edge. His roar echoes through the chamber as the water pours on, sealing us in this moment where fear has no hold.
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It takes us a couple of days to get to Khav. Mareliux remotely directs a lot of battles with his generals, and I barely see him. I spend my time exploring the ship, chatting with the extraction squad, learning Khavgrese from Vera, and practicing my use of Syntrix. It’s frustratingly difficult to control it. It’s so overpowered, like having a huge sledgehammer coated in soap and then trying to use it to sew a glass button onto a silk shirt. It’s just far too much and too hard to control fully. But I am making progress.
TheGladiuxslows down when we get close to Khav. Sigise and the squad board their gunship and go ahead of us, so that they will be in place before we get there. That way, they can prepare the ground and nobody will suspect that they have anything to do with us.
Then one morning the planet Khav is hanging outside the viewscreen in the control room. Many spaceships are circling us and traveling to and fro in this solar system.
“Busy planet,” I comment.
“It’s the center of a major empire,” Caret’ax says. “They control thousands of planets. What happens here influences the whole galaxy.”
“For the better?” I ask.
“Depends on who you ask,” the caveman says after thinking about it. “And over the years I have asked many citizens whatthey think of the Empire. On practically all the planets I’ve been, the people say they’re grateful for the Empire’s presence. It provides safety and structure, but doesn’t interfere much with local politics. Except for the slavery issue, which they oppose everywhere.”
Mareliux comes into the control room, looking tired. “Ah, here we are. Good. We just won a battle in the Derebi system, throwing back a force of Vyrpy. It will be nice to bring the people good news when we arrive. And of course the battle on Grefve was decisively won in thirty minutes.”
“Are you winningallthe battles?” I ask.
“There are many battles at the same time,” he says as he takes his place in the prince’s seat. “We lose most of them, or we have to withdraw. That’s the state with the emperor we have now. Huh. That’s a strange ship.” He points at the viewscreen.
It’s a spaceship, and to my eyes it’s not that weird. It’s angular and spiky, like the gunships. “What about it?”
“It’s old and of alien design. And it’s in a peculiar orbit, away from all the other traffic. As if it’s waiting for something that it expects to take a long time. What is the name… ah, theMerxast. Never heard of it. Oh, here is our honor escort.”
A tight formation of silvery starships pass in front of us in the shape of a diamond. There has to be thirty of them, and they’re not small. “Nice. They’re welcoming you home.”
“I’ve never had a homecoming like this before,” Mareliux says. “This is mostly foryou.”
For the fake princess,I ponder.What will they do to me if they find out?
Mareliux glances over at me. “Colonel Grast’s squad is ready, by the way. They can get you out very quickly.”
“We practiced some of the things they’ve planned,” I tell him. “Mostly me just going wherever they think I should go.”
“Mhm,” Mareliux says, absent-mindedly. “That ship will dock with us and deliver certain items.” He points to a big, boxy ship that comes towards us through space. “Caret’ax, will you receive them? Use the robots if there are big items.”
“Yes, sir,” the bodyguard says and leaves the control room.
“What’s the plan now?” I ask, feeling nervous about this whole thing.
“We will land in a gunship. Then we have an audience with the Emperor. There’s a small reception for us at the palace after that. All the slikes on Khav will be there, trying to feel you out. They will flatter you and set traps for you. You can mostly rely on appearing to be an uninformed rube from a backwater planet. That’s when you’ll earn a space age for Earth. Oh, the first squadron of warships has reached your solar system. They’re patrolling it now.” His tone is absent and cold.
“How long do we stay here?” I ask.
