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coverings. She peeled back the tight leather, revealing more tanned skin and
black hair, the short curls growing denser. “Stars. You’re a well-built male.”
    Murad’s hips were narrow and powerful, perfectly suited to
pump relentlessly into a very appreciative female. She bent over and kissed the
bruise on his right hipbone, the musk of his body stronger, more appealing.
    “I shouldn’t look at you like this, feel this desire.” Guilt
edged Gale’s arousal. Murad was unaware of her perusal, her touching. “I should
examine you as a medic would, quickly, efficiently.”
    She tugged the leg coverings down and inhaled sharply, her
intentions blown to bits by what she saw. Even flaccid, his cock was
impressive, his shaft long and thick with an interesting ridge of flesh near
his base.
    “You’re very well-built.” Gale licked her lips,
staring at him, yearning to stroke him into hardness, to thread her fingers
through his black private curls, to cup his balls, to take that huge cock
inside her. He wouldn’t be able to hurt her, reject her, return her. She’d be
in complete control.
    That would be wrong. Gale closed her eyes and counted
to ten, fighting her desire.
    “I want you, Murad,” she admitted, the savagery of her
feelings scaring her. “I want you so much.” Gale yanked the leg coverings to
his ankles. “But I won’t take advantage of you.”
    She ran her hands quickly over his firm ass, his powerful
thighs, his scarred knees and muscular calves, all of him hard, fit and
overwhelmingly male. The leg coverings had protected Murad, his skin bruised,
but not torn.
    “Before you return me, we’ll have that rutting you promised
me,” Gale warned him, her pussy wet and her nipples tight. “And that one
rutting will have to be enough.” She stroked her fingers over his bruised
hipbone, back and forth, back and forth. “So make it good. I want to feel your
big cock for days afterward.” She pulled the tight leather garment up and
grappled with the flaps, unable to refasten them, the Warlord’s damaged body
too swollen.
    “You’ll know I saw you naked.” Gale sighed. “And this will
be one more thing you’ll punish me for.” She glanced at the fastening tool
she’d taken from him and then at Murad’s partially covered groin, her fate sealed
with those two actions.
    “It was worth it though.” Gale leaned forward and brushed
her lips against his, tasting salt and blood and a unique flavor she suspected
was pure Murad. “And I can’t worry about the future right now.”
    She glanced around her at what remained of her ship, her
home. “We made quite an entrance on your planet…if this is your planet.”
    The escape pod had cracked open upon landing. Some of the
viewscreens were stuck in the dirt across the field, their surfaces fragmented
with cracks, and the broken items she’d collected for spare parts were
scattered over the ground, the remnants of her broken past bending the tall
yellow grass. A red rock outcropping shaded the crash site from the midday sun,
the air hot and dry.
    Gale inventoried their water containers. One had broken long
ago, the interior dry. She’d emptied another container cleaning Murad’s wounds,
leaving three filled. Not enough water.
    “We need water and help.” Gale stood, wincing at the pain
shooting up her legs.
    “And I can’t bring you with me to find it.” She glanced at
Murad. He sat scarily still and completely vulnerable with no defense against
any possible attack.
    “I won’t leave you like this.” She unfastened her body armor
and draped it over the Warlord, covering as much of him as possible, his head
and limbs remaining exposed.
    “I’ll block you in.” Gale dragged the broken replicator
toward Murad, her muscles straining, perspiration dripping down her back. She
stepped back and surveyed her work. The replicator provided a knee-high barrier
that any hungry animal, hostile humanoid or killer beast could climb over.
    “It has to