Page 35 of Alien From Nowhere

“You don’t understand,” she whines. “I didn’t know I could feel like this. I’ve never been so horny. I swear if you don’t do something about it, I’m going to scream.”

She starts unzipping her jumpsuit all the way down to her crotch. I curse and put her front against mine to cover her, but not before catching a glimpse of the hair between her legs.

“Come on.” I pick her up by supporting her ass on my forearm. Her legs cling around me, reminding me of the time we spent out in space. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of,” she snarls. “What I need is a good fuck. If you lock me in that room again—”

“Keep the key,” I tell her. “You’ll be too exhausted after—”

“Stop,” she pleads quietly. “Fuck me right now. I won’t make it to the hotel.”

Frowning, I consider the booth. They aren’t the most sanitary places. The sex workers frequent them because they charge a flat interval fee for entrance. Once inside, there’s no requirement to actually use the comm equipment, which costs additional fees depending on how distant the connection will be.

The booth entry costs no more than a few alcoholic beverages at a decent bar. Stars above, what I wouldn’t give to be buying Raina drinks rather than this. I charge my credit line with one hand while I support my whimpering mate in the other. The door dings and releases, welcoming us inside with an Alliance-Common greeting.

I carry Raina inside.

The floor is sticky, and the air smells of sex. I can’t imagine it’s been very long since the last visitors left here satisfied.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” My female is purring, excited to get what she wants from me.

It’s too bad I’ll have to disappoint her.

“Not tonight,” I say. “I will help you climax, but that’s all for tonight,ti kaia.”

“Booooo,” she complains childishly. I don’t understand the word, but my translator indicates that she’s heckling me. “A vibrator could do that. My right hand could do that. A washing machine—”

“It wouldn’t be right.” I make a mental note to ask her just what a washbot could do for her at a time like this.

“You’re more worried about doing the right thing now than you were when you stole me in the first place.”

“Yes,” I agree.

She snorts. “Pirate logic.”

“You’re mine. I would have broken laws, betrayed allies, burned cities to claim you. When I first saw you, you were in trouble. You could have died the way they left you in that cargo hold.”

“Since I met you, you never stop telling me I’m yours. Isn’t this your chance to show me?”

“You’re very charming when you’re intoxicated,” I comment.

“Apparently, not charming enough.” She’s pouting like a child. “You still have your clothes on.”

“Scoundrel I might be, but there’s some dignity I’d yet like to cling to.”

“What?” she asks. “Is this venue not romantic enough?”

“The where does not matter,” I say. “But you aren’t yourself right now, and you’ll make me pay for it tomorrow.”

“That might be true,” she admits with a short laugh. “But if you can’t get me off, I might make you pay for it right now.”

“I never said I wouldn’t take care of you.”

The bench inside the booth is too short to lay her body down in comfort. Instead, I sit down and let her relax in my lap. She immediately continues her writhing and grinding against me.

I shift her until she’s straddling my thigh. She needs no invitation to rub her cunt all over my leg. From the way she rides me, I’m guessing the human female anatomy is not so different from the Kar’Kali. She’s working her little pearl on me, creating pleasurable friction against the clothes that separate our skin.

GreatKa, I want her so badly. I force myself to watch only for a moment, not sure what’s right and what’s taking advantage.

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