We had fallen asleep naked, but after a trip to the bathroom in the night, I pulled on one of Pyrr’s inner shirt as I felt a little chilled. The look of pure lust on Pyrr’s face when I pulled it off was like a switch that turned me on. His cock was making like a tent pole under the thin sheet that covered us while we slept. I pulled back the sheet and just looked at it for a few seconds, wondering what I was thinking. I couldn’t even fit the head in my mouth.
So I leaned over and kissed the tip and lapped the drop of pre-cum off. Gripping his shaft with one hand, I kissed and nibbled and licked all around the head while stroking his length with my hand. He got even harder, and I got wetter.
He was so big that I couldn’t close my hand around his shaft, so I rubbed my cheek and mouth over the sides while I stroked him. I vaguely wondered if he knew I was making it up as I went along. But it seemed to please him, and I wanted to please him because he always gave me so much pleasure and because I loved him.
I understood what he meant about expending too much energy before he might have to fight. Sex with Pyrr could be a full body workout like Harper had said once about Zared (Commander Maktu). I almost started to giggle thinking about Harper and the often-somber commander doing this, and immediately put it out of my mind.
As my hand and wrist tired with Pyrr short of satisfaction, the only thing left to do was climb on top and ride him. By then, I needed that. I straddled him on my hands and knees and gripped his cock to guide it into my opening drawing a groan of delight from Pyrr. From that angle, he filled me all the way to my cervix and the pressure on my g-spot was phenomenal! I almost came right then. His hands squeezing my breasts and tweaking my nipples felt wonderful but didn’t help me hold back so we could come together.
But I rocked over him, holding out the best I could. Though I still got there first, I managed to get him there soon after before I collapsed on top of him.
“Gods, baby, where did you learn to do that?” he asked when he finally found his voice again.
“Romance stories,” I told him.
“They actually do that in stories?”
“Well, they do, but I read about it in books. Written stories with no pictures.”
I sighed and laid my head against his chest. I just wanted to lay there on him with him in me and go back to sleep. I didn’t want to think about what the day would bring. Realistically, I just hoped for a couple more minutes wrapped in Pyrr’s arms with him joined to me.
But then his com tablet buzzed on the shelf in the sleeping alcove. We both groaned at the same time, and I rolled off him.
The first Dreadnaught confirmed the sighting of the Sargan battlecruiser dropping out of FTL. The Dread fired on it but didn’t do serious damage, and the cruiser turned on them. They went on the run and lured the Sargans to give chase away from the station to buy more time to finish loading their stolen people on the freighter. Before they moved away from the station, the Sargans sent a troop carrier to
Tegliar Station capable of carrying a hundred soldiers. We had ten minutes to get up and out to our assigned duties.
We rolled out of bed and hurried into the shower to wash away the remnants of our recent activities and were out getting dressed in three minutes. We took about thirty seconds for one last fervent kiss then hurried to our work assignments.
The slaves from Farseek plus a few others were still straggling in when I reached the passenger freighter newly dubbed Kurellis. My job was to verbally confirm their ID codes and match them to the readouts on my tablet to make sure we got everybody. It was a routine job, but something that was useful. It was heartbreaking at how dazed and confused many of them seemed at being taken out of their normal work routine. Some of them even had children with them, mostly toddlers that were likely born since their parents were brought here as slaves.
I had been checking them in for about half an hour when I saw the armed troops jogging past the loading docks. They didn’t seem to notice us until a second smaller group came along. Two of them broke off and headed in my direction after I had just finished processing another small group of Uati.
My uniform had been altered to duplicate those of the Teglian security guards. One of them demanded to know the nature of my duties. There was a split-second gap while the translator in my ear turned the Sargan language into one I understood. I responded as rehearsed in their language.
“These slaves are needed in the Chagus Quadrant. I’m checking them in as they arrive,” I explained, keeping my voice calm and even.
“Let me see that.” He reached out his hand and snatched it out of my hand so quickly I had no time to react. But I knew I was in trouble because the readouts were in the Uatu language.
“Sir, I am just following orders,” I said quickly to distract him from looking at it. “Please, let me com my superior, and he can confirm it for you.”
It didn’t work. The surly officer glanced down at the readouts and frowned. “What the hell language as this?”
Another group of Farseekans was approaching at the same time as weapons’ fire sounded from the docking bay close to the next arm of the docks. While that drew their attention, I hurried to hustle this next group of rescues up the ramp to the Kurellis. I should never have turned my back on those bastards. I realized my mistake when I felt the burning pain sear into my back under my right shoulder blade.
It hurt worse than anything I had ever felt, and the pain seemed to spread through my whole body. I tried to scream, but I suddenly couldn’t breathe. If not for the civilians, I would have kicked him in his junk and gone for my weapon. With the pain sapping all my strength, I stumbled and fell heavily on to the ramp pushing the rest of the air from my burning lungs. I was dying and helpless to do anything about it. If I could just see Pyrr just one more time, my big, handsome warrior man. For just a second, I thought I heard him call my name, and then I heard nothing.