Page 2 of Captain's Treasure
“Dezmushnd Cuocua. Native of Din’Gale. Note the natural physique designed for hard labor. The contract is for life and is a voluntary state.” The auctioneer bragged.
Dez held his head high, proud he wasn’t a prisoner. It only meant more money for the heirs and the auction house, but at least he had his honor. The attendant had Dez spin. The form-fitting shorts they’d allowed him to wear when he refused to appear naked provided only the illusion of modesty. They were the exact gray tone as his natural skin, but without his stripes. Still, his soft cock was on prominent display. At least he couldn’t be sold to a breeder. Din’Gale males couldn’t perform for anyone other than their mate.
He was destined to a long, celibate life of servitude, but his sister was happy and bonded to her mate. That was all that mattered. The bidding rattled on and on. Dez ignored the number as it rose higher and higher. None of the credits would go to him or his family and there was no indication of who the bidders represented. He was just a product, and the sooner the auction for him concluded, the sooner he could get off the stage.
Finally, the bidding wound down. The auctioneer was pleased with the result based on his giddy tone when he said, “Sold to the Kolben Mining Company.”
Dez’s legs weakened. Who was this idiot that didn’t know enough not to bid on a Din’Galian? The Kolben Mines were a death sentence. If a mining accident didn’t get Dez first, the wicked cold would finish him off before they’d ever get their investment back.
Chapter2
Cyra Maejzur pressedherself against a tiny bare spot at the back of the docking bay. Captain Auvi barked orders to the team bringing on the new cargo. The captain and Varik had argued bitterly before they’d set a course for this planet to accept the contract. It was the disagreement that had her sneaking into the bay. But the lack of drama disappointed. She’d expected a raging criminal, or a feral beast. Granted the male was tall and muscular and wore a shock collar, but he didn’t make a fuss boardingThe Treasure.
Doc Maretine scanned the…prisoner? Passenger? Cargo. The male’s bald head turned in her direction, his yellow eyes narrowed. His gaze left her exposed and fear rushed through her veins. No, not fear it was closer to anticipation, the same feeling she’d had when she’d run away all those years ago and found herself boarding Captain Auvi’s ship for the first time. Anticipation of the unknown and recognition that the events might put her at risk. She warred between boldly stepping forward and confronting the possible threat and pressing deeper into the shadows.
The fact she shouldn’t be there at all kept her in place. Captain would be pissed if she exposed herself after his warning about dangerous cargo. They already had a load of deadly spiders and, supposedly, this male was just as big a risk. Doc finished his assessment and pronounced the male disease free. The crew led him deeper into the ship where he would be confined to a cell in the cargo hold. Captain Auvi turned for the deck. She held her breath.
Varik passed her and paused. “I see you. Should I tell Auvi his precious princess defied his order?”
Cyra bit her tongue. What could she say? Varik would tell or not, either way she had no defense.
His brief chuckle held no mirth. “You don’t fool me with this innocent good girl act. I know you for the siren you are and soon Auvi will see it too.”
His parting footsteps echoed through the empty bay like a death drum.
Cyra rushed back to her quarters. Several minutes later the shaking stopped. Before she could really get herself calmed down, Captain Auvi summoned her to the bridge.
The crew ofThe Treasurerushed to their positions in preparation for launch. Appendages flew across the digital panels to control the ship. Coms came in from the hangar crew officially authorizing the ship to leave the facility. The ship glided out onto an available launchpad. Captain Auvi, stood in the center, behind the thrust console, and barked orders. “Set a course for Cassan.”
“Aye, Captain,” the navigator replied.
“Engineer Varik,” Captain barked. “All systems ready?”
“Everything but the boost to leave atmosphere, Captain.” Didn’t Captain Auvi hear the sneer in Varik’s voice?
“Cyra, to me.” Captain Auvi sat behind a U-shaped panel of controls.
She hustled over and, as soon as she was within reach, he pulled her into his lap with a single tentacle. “Ready?”
“Yes, Captain,” she said with as much respect as she could to make up for Varik’s slight to his authority.
Engines hummed. Crew confirmed settings, preparing to launch back into space.
“Countdown to launch.” Captain Auvi’s tentacles wrapped around Cyra thighs. He pulled her legs apart, causing her dress to ride up her legs. His turquoise and sand circular markings reminded her of her home planet. Other tentacles held her arms and caressed her breasts under the thin fabric. She leaned her head back against his cool flesh and closed her eyes, shutting out the other crew members, especially Varik. Even before she’d become the Captain’s latest launch assistant, Varik had gone out of his way to make her life miserable in every petty way possible. Somehow, he’d convinced the rest of the crew that she shouldn’t be on the ship at all. That she was useless.
But Varik’s eyes were always on her, even when she wasn’t helping Captain Auvi launch the ship. Varik’s gaze overflowed with lust and jealousy, envy and betrayal, as if he hadn’t been the one to use her and toss her away. His hatred was never so intense as when she was wrapped in her Captain’s flexible appendages, being driven to orgasm. Screw him. He deserved the chance to experience the desperate despair of being discarded by a lover. One more reason she allowed the captain use her to launch the ship.
Energy thrummed through her—core quivering, thighs squeezing, even her fingertips tingled. The engines of the ship revved to full power, the vibrations transferring through her body. The ship lifted from the pad, gaining altitude. Auvi continued to tease and stroke her, occasionally a sucker would latch onto her clit, giving her a tugging kiss. She shook holding back her cries of approval, gripping the arms of the captain’s chair to hold herself together as he took her apart. Auvi was always so careful never to penetrate her. A fact her core regretted and her brain appreciated.
“Ready for exit, Captain,” a pilot called.
Her body went rigid with pleasure.
“Now, Cyra” the captain spoke in a low voice, for her ears only. “Place your hands now.”
Cyra tilted forward and slapped her palms onto the two red circles of the control panel just as her orgasm hit. The circles illuminated and a sensation of being sucked into the console traveled up her arms. The ship lurched up, fire erupting from the engines. Captain Auvi continued to rub his sex organ against her until she burst. Energy exploded through her body and out her hands, providing the boost required to break the atmosphere around the planet.
He held her in place as the gravitational forces pressed her into his rubbery flesh. The pressure made her pleasure more intense than anything she could create in the privacy of her quarters. She clenched her jaw to hold back the scream her body naturally tried to release. She might be fine with being an exhibitionist, like Captain Auvi, but she doubted the rest of the crew liked being forced voyeurs. If she kept quiet, they could concentrate on their jobs and pretend there weren’t two beings having sex behind them.
