Chapter 9
Evlon
Being alone with Miranda inside the war game complex while the sandstorm raged outside made it hard to restrain myself. I wanted her badly. I did not know why this human female was resisting me so much. But the more that she resisted me, the more I wanted her. I was using my injury to lure her to me. I never said I was an honest Zenkian. In fact, I was a downright dirty, ruthless alien. That was just the way of things. If any of her team members had been her lover, I would have gotten rid of him by now. I would have killed him without thinking twice about it. It was what we did. But it seemed that no one stood in the way of being with this human other than this human. I did not want to force myself on her. I wanted her to want me. I wanted her to beg me to fuck her. Every female on the planet was begging me, so why not her?
Now I was completely naked on the table with nothing but a cloth over my staff. A sandstorm raged outside, but there was also a seductive storm raging between us. I could feel that she desired me; it was obvious, but she was not forward like other women. I was used to dealing with them. Instead, she was struggling against her desires. I found it irresistible. Now she was going to rub my injury. If the massage was anything like last time, I would not be able to stop myself from getting a hard-on.
“All right. Evlon, I think we can get started,” she hovered over the table and poured oil in her hands. She rubbed them together. Then she looked down at my thigh.
“Can you open your legs wider?” she asked.
“Sure,” I moved opening up giving her access to my inner thighs.
She placed her warm hands above my knee. She began to rub up toward my dick in long strokes. It was so damn good.
I moaned, “That's where it hurts. Yes, right there.”
“I know exactly where the damage is. I hope it is just a sprain and will respond to the treatment,” she said, focused.
“Yes, I have to say that my body does respond to your treatment, every time,” I looked at her with a grin.
She cleared her throat pretending not to know what I meant. “This is what I am trained for,” she was speaking in medical terms.
She massaged higher and higher. The cold bath was wearing off, and blood flow returned to my staff, making it harder. I could not help myself. Her small, delicate hands were very close to my balls. I restrained myself from pulling her small body to me and placing my lips on her mouth. Miranda was just so damn sexy! Her hands were magic.
The lights flickered off and on again. The storm was getting closer.
“How does that feel? Is it any better?” Miranda asked.
“It is feeling so much better. I can feel the ache leaving me. But hard to tell until I put some weight on it,” I said. I wasn’t lying this time. I had really injured myself, and she really was making it feel better.
“Yes, good point. You will need to give your body time to heal after this,” she said with a serious tone. I could tell it was a mask to cover her arousal. I was trying not to look at the bouncing of her breasts as she moved her arms back and forth, but it was impossible. I had needs after all.
“What were you doing when I summoned you here?”
“What do you think I was doing? I was waiting to be summoned by Leader Rangellis so that I can complete my mission,” she said annoyed.
“Yes, I understand. It will take him days, so I don’t think you should wait around too much; just be ready,” I said.
“I have been ready. Besides, what else can we do? We are locked up in those dwellings. Are we prisoners?” she asked.
Yes, was the response I wanted to give her, but I could not. Not now. So I lied. “No. You are locked in for your own protection. You cannot be wandering around the city without an escort. Something I think you learned last night. Did you not?”
She swallowed hard. I could tell she was thinking about the orgy. So was I.
Because she was not focused on her work, her hands brushed against my balls again. I moaned in response.
She stopped and looked at me.
“It's fine, Miranda. It is going to happen. You are massaging so close to my shaft. It is hard not to touch it, isn't it?” I said.
She gasped and pulled her hands from my leg. The lights flickered off and on, and a loud whistling sound hit the building. “What is that?” she said.
“It’s the wind. The sandstorm is here. We are trapped in here,” I said.
“Oh my God,” she said. “What do we do? What about my team?”
“They are safe in the towers. They are built to cut through the wind. You and I are safe in here too. We just have to wait it out. This war game complex is built to withstand bombs.” I put my hand on her arm to calm her. I squeezed her soft skin. I didn't wait for her to respond. I pulled her to me. I placed my lips on hers. I wasn’t going to wait anymore. Then the lights went out completely.