S-species woman, since the diverse races from Earth had long ago been integrated into their genetic make up. Ian admired breasts in all shapes and sizes, and the woman now making love with Kartel for the second time certainly had a spectacular set.
She must be satisfying in bed, also, for Kartel had barely finished the first time and was at it again.
Ian saw his friend lean forward and whisper something in the woman's ear, his mouth nuzzling her neck as his hips began to move. His cock was still buried deep between her spread thighs, and his buttocks flexed as he pulled out partially and sank back in. Her breasts moved with each thrust, the opulent flesh shifting erotically.
It was actually very arousing to watch both Kartel's obvious enjoyment, and her evident pleasure in the way he fucked her. Whatever fears she night have had, Ran had done his usual smoothing of the troubled waters and she was now taking him easily, her slim legs bent at the knee and spread wide open so his long body fit between them.
She was very small. Ian saw how carefully Ran had entered her, and with his own huge size, he would have to be especially cautious.
With Kia, there was no need for such restraint, he mused in wayward memory. She matched him, wild need for wild need. Their one encounter had been foolish, for it was against the rules to fraternize sexually with another officer, but he could still remember the tempestuous physical joy of it. Nothing about it resembled lovemaking. They had fucked each other, pure and simple. Her wet cunt and his eager cock coming together in a fierce and exultant experience that made him wonder if he would ever forget it and move on.
Because he really had no choice but to put it behind him. It was a hard and fast rule, and punishable in ways that would ruin his military career if they were ever caught again together. He simply should not sleep with anyone in his command because it was political suicide to do so.
No matter what he wanted.
So, he would have to make do with their alluring captive and forget his impractical infatuation.
Morosely, he reached for the bottle to drain it.
Chapter 3
Jerra opened her eyes slowly and felt disoriented when she gazed at the ceiling. It had been painted to simulate the vastness of space, with tiny stars against a dark background, but was static.
No, she wasn't in the cubicle any longer.
Cautiously, she raised her head and looked around. All she saw were pale walls, no furniture but the bed where she lay amidst the tumbled sheets, and the one window into the center room.
Oh, God. She fell back and shut her eyes again. Her body felt odd, a little sticky and well used, and there was a slight soreness between her legs. It all came flooding back and she rested against the softness of the mattress as she remembered every detail.
Ran Kartel had been both gentle and wickedly demanding, and in the end, he had taken her sexually three times before she drifted off into an exhausted sleep. The man had been huge, she recalled with a flush invading her cheeks, but somehow, her body had been able to adjust to that impressive size, and it had felt ... well, if she were honest about it, wonderful.
She had liked it.
All of it. The way he kissed her—as if her taste and essence were something he craved—the scent of his skin, the impressive hardness of his very male body. He'd used his mouth on her pussy, and though she'd been shocked, it had felt sublime. The actual consummation hadn't been what she expected, either, not at all degrading but the opposite, as if something profound had happened between them. She did not feel like an unwilling slave, but a woman who had shared an exquisite experience with a male who had also enjoyed it.
A treacherous curl of excitement shot through her stomach. If the evening before had been an indication of the next months of confinement, it would not be anything like what she imagined.
The need to relieve herself made her finally crawl out of
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