Page 57 of Alien Legacy

Jelena jumped.

Qhasheik stood in the doorway. His brow furrowed and his lips were pursed. “Don’t you want to see how Sychar is?”

The spell broke. After a quick glare at Zamush, she smiled at her mentor. “Is he okay? Is he awake?”

“I’m surprised you’re not already there.” Qhasheik studied Zamush before speaking to Jelena. “You going to see for yourself or not?”

Not see for herself if Sychar was okay? Ha! Stupid question.

Flushed, Jelena scrambled after Qhasheik to the medical bay. She ignored the footsteps of Zamush behind her and concentrated on reaching the open doorway. The only reason she reacted like that to the dark-haired man had to be because of the stress they all lived through. Yeah, of course, that what it was. Her heart sank.

She held her breath when she entered the small medical bay.

Sychar floated in a transparent healing pod. His body was motionless as the anti-grav interior relieved any pressure on his body. A white swirl of mist coated him from head to foot. His eyes were closed. His only garment was formfitting briefs that covered his groin.

Mesmerized, she watched his bruises fade and gaping wounds heal.

The medical pod aboard the Nergal had only been used for superficial wounds before.

Her eyes widened as the device treated him for the life-threatening injuries he had inside and out.

Abiditan stood next to the pod, not moving as he examined the medical readouts with his ocular implant.

“Will he be all right?” Jelena peered into the pod. She gasped. The gaunt figure was painful to see. And not for the reasons she dreamed of. Pressing her face to the transparent covering, her fingers spread as she reached out with her senses.

The only emotion she felt for him was... compassion. Nothing different from what she’d feel for anyone as hurt as he was. She studied his still form, waiting for the sense of breathless desire to swamp her. Hmm, no overwhelming urge to be next to him. Where was her exhilaration and euphoria?

Zamush stood next to her.

Her nose twitched at his alluring scent that made her heart race. Her mouth watered, and she licked her lips, catching a lingering taste of him. No, no, this wasn’t right. The only reason she was reacting to Zamush was because she’d just taken his blood. Once Sychar was well enough, the way she reacted to Zamush would go away. All she had to do was be patient and let things take its natural course.

Out of the corner of her eye, she snuck a peek at the tall, silent man next to her. Instead of looking at Sychar, he stared at her with a winsome smile.

“He’s healing better than I’d hoped.” Abiditan announced beside her. “Thank the Goddess, he hasn’t suffered any long-term injuries. Spending time in the healing pod is all he needs.” With an exaggerated blink, the white lines of his ocular implant disappeared. His mismatched eyes focused on her. “Once we get back to Esharra, he’ll walk out of the ship on his own.”

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is our cue.” Qhasheik put an arm around Jelena’s shoulders and led her out of the room. “Let’s leave Abiditan to do his healing thing. Time’s a-wastin’ and we’ve got to strap ourselves in so we can get the hell out of this place before the Akurns find us.”

She nodded, took one last glance over her shoulder at the comatose Sychar, and left.

Zamush followed her out, not far behind.

Chapter Nine

~Sub Prince Murduk~

“Sire! Your Highness!” Uruk shoved his way through the throng of writhing bodies scattered throughout the room intent on hedonistic pleasures. Several yelps and curses followed his single minded pursuit as he stomped without a care who he hurt or dislodged from their sexual frenzy.

With lazy regard, sub-Prince Murduk watched the young man, Bur-Suen, artfully milk his penis with a talented mouth. The man’s hand gripped the base of Murduk’s cock, the other cupped his tight scrotum, massaging and caressing with an up-and-down expertise.

When Uruk skidded next to him, Murduk raised his forefinger to halt whatever the man wanted to say. With his other hand, he stroked Bur-Suen’s butterscotch-colored hair. As the exquisite moist heat of the youth’s tongue caressed, Murduk’s orgasm roared close, demanding release. In response, he jerked his hips and fucked the man’s mouth.

Bur-Suen slurped Murduk’s cock hard, drawing it down his throat, then withdrew so his lips caressed the tip. Then back down again. The man’s tongue raked and stroked.

The upcoming climax thundered close with each manipulation. He clenched his teeth, and his hands gripped the younger one’s head, holding it still.

Bur-Suen inserted a finger deep into Murduk’s puckered back entrance and stroked the sensitive gland within.

Murduk threw his head back and bellowed his pleasure, shooting his cum into the talented and welcoming mouth.

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