Page 4 of Seduction

She thought her response might be caused by the unaccustomed physical intimacy required to care for him. The clinical technician in her theorized that her reaction was probably the result of hormonal imbalance. Being exposed to all that uncontrolled testosterone may have affected her own hormones, normally kept under control by the regular injections all Earthers were required to receive from the time they reached adolescence.

Over the past few weeks, she’d taken over even the most menial of tasks required to care for her patient. Selena told herself it was her duty as head of the facility. She couldn’t risk having Mindy affected the way she had been. The young woman would be traumatized by such intense sexual urges.

But, deep inside, she knew it was because she couldn’t bear the idea of another woman’s hands roaming his body.

Though she could have used her instruments, Selena laid two fingers on the vein pulsing in his neck, tracking the steady beat of his heart. Strong. Healthy. She’d ordered him moved from the glass-enclosed pod to a regular bed right after the minister’s last visit. And, over the last few days, she’d begun lowering the dosage of the drugs that kept him asleep, weaning him off them gradually.

Selena looked down at the peacefully slumbering man and sighed. She hadn’t admitted to anyone, least of all Minister Symon, that her patient was ready to be awakened.

Rather than heading home to her sterile, empty apartment, she’d gotten into the habit of spending time with the Viking at the end of every day. She’d started out taking his vital signs, checking on his recovery. But, as time went on, she spent hours sitting by his bedside, just as she had when he first arrived. Listening to his breathing. Laying her palm on his chest, as though she could track the beating of his heart with her bare hand. Following the movement of his eyes, flicking back and forth as he slumbered. Wondering what he dreamt about. Yesterday she’d even shaved him clean. His beard had already begun growing back, a dark shadow on his jaw.

When he began talking in his sleep, she’d had James install a Tellex chip behind her left ear, like the ones used by travelers to other worlds. After a few hours of exposure to his speech, the device seamlessly translated his language into her brain and allowed her to understand his words.

He often dreamt of battles, calling out commands, curses, taunts to his enemies. Tossing and turning as though dodging blows all the while. She discovered that the sound of her voice and the touch of her hand on his brow lulled him back to peaceful rest. She’d begun talking to him more and more whenever she was with him. Lately, she’d even found herself sharing the highlights of her day, as though they were a couple.

Selena hadn’t realized how lonely she’d been until she thought of facing the days ahead without these hours by his side.

Torn by guilt, Selena softly stroked his cheek. The Federation wanted him gone. His king looked forward to a reunion with a beloved foster son. And what if the Viking had a family of his own, anxiously awaiting his return?

She couldn’t stall any longer. She’d have to awaken him. Tomorrow, she decided.

She dipped the cloth into a basin of warm water. Wringing it out, she ran it over his face. He breathed in and out, slow and regular. She moved to his torso, tracing the ridges of muscle on his abdomen, her mind filled with more of the strange, forbidden images. Images of the Viking running his hands over her body the same way. Leaving her breathless and aching. Wanting something for which she had no name.

Selena never knew what demon possessed her to do what she did next. Always rational. Always proper. It was so unlike her. But they were alone in the lab. He’d be gone soon. She’d never have another chance. So she seized it.

Sliding the sheet down, she stared at his penis then ran the damp cloth over it. It stirred, as though it had a life of its own. She’d seen that reaction before when she bathed him. But, this time, she wasn’t content to feel it through a piece of fabric. Selena tossed the cloth into the basin and put her hand on his member.

Such smooth, warm skin. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Instantly it swelled, in her hand. A shiver coursed through her belly, like the sensation she felt when her vaginal probe vibrated inside her.

She ran her palm up and down the shaft, fascinated. His penis grew longer and thicker, until her fingers barely closed around it. He made a low rumbling sound deep in his chest, and she yanked her hand away, terrified. But his eyes remained closed, and she couldn’t resist touching him again.

Still sleek and smooth but now rock-hard underneath. A drop of seminal fluid welled up from the opening at the tip. She knew all about that, could recite the exact chemical composition of it. She’d even harvested sperm from donor specimens to create genetically perfect fetuses.

But she’d never seen it like this, glistening at the tip of an erect penis. She touched it with a fingertip. Rubbed it around the head of his organ. So warm and slick. The texture of his skin was different there, too. She explored. Circled the head.

His penis jerked. Boldly, she traced a bulging vein down his shaft with the same fingertip, all the way to the base. Then lower still, curving her fingers around his testicles. He made another noise, a cross between a sigh and a rough growl, that drove all clinical thoughts from her mind and sent a bolt of lust straight to her core.

Selena brought her hand back up, closed it around the shaft, and stroked. Long deep strokes from the head all the way down to the dark thatch of hair at the base. His penis grew even harder. His breathing quickened.

When his body tensed and started to quiver she stopped, shocked at the intensity of his reaction. Shame flooded t her. She’d taken advantage of his unconscious state to satisfy her own raging curiosity without a thought to how it would affect her patient. Selena took her hand away – and choked back a scream as an iron fist shot out and closed around her wrist.

“So – a wanton wench toys with me as I sleep? Come here, then, and I’ll show you what such wicked behavior deserves.”

Before she could pull away, the Viking dragged her body facedown across his. His broad palm came down squarely on her bottom, the harsh smack echoing off the walls.

Chapter Three

Dreaming. He must be, though it felt so real he could have sworn he was awake. A dream about Hilda, the buxom serving wench in Sigrun’s palace.

He’d taken his pleasure with her many a time after a feast. She’d tease and flirt the whole night long during the banquet. Bending over so her lush breasts rubbed against his arm. Whispering wicked things in his ear as she refilled his mug with ale. Then she’d sashay out of the great hall, flashing a naughty grin over her shoulder as she disappeared.

He’d pursue. Excuse himself from the table to follow the echo of her giggles as he made his way silently through the halls of the palace. Catch her unaware, clap a hand over her mouth as she rounded a corner in one of the deserted stone passageways. He’d drag her into an empty storeroom and yank her over his knee. Pulling up her skirt to bare that sweet plump ass, he’d lecture her sternly about making naughty promises while she squealed in mock dismay. Then he’d spank her wiggling bottom until she swore she’d make all those wicked promises come true.

In this dream, she’d already begun. Her soft palm wrapped around his cock, making it throb with need. Running a fingertip around the head. Sliding her hand up and down the shaft with long, slow strokes. Teasing him. Even fondling his balls until they swelled and ached for release.

He lay there with his eyes closed. Let the hunger build just a little longer. Soon, he’d take over. Bend her facedown across the wooden table in the corner of the storeroom and plunge his cock deep into her molten core. Pound it into her again and again. Fuck her hard until she had to bite her fist to keep from uttering screams of passion that might be mistaken for distress and draw in an unwanted rescuer.

Wait. What was this? The little vixen stopped. Pulled her hand away. He let out a low growl. She’d been teasing him again. Provoking him to give her a spanking. She loved it when he warmed the cheeks of her ass before he buried himself in her hot tight center. And he loved it too. Feeling her skin grow hot under his palm. Seeing those twin moons turn rosy red as she confessed all the wild, wanton things she’d do if he’d only stop.

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