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“This is the heart drive. It powers the ship and all her systems. Don’t ask for specs, because we have no intention of giving them to anybody. This is a Masih secret. I’m surprised Konan even authorized you to come into the engine room.”
“So the heart drive. It powers everything. Including the weapons systems?” She changed the subject quickly.
“I don’t see what…”
“Because I’ve seen two failed missile launches inside an hour. So….”
She figured an inspector would be arrogant and annoying. Those were two traits that didn’t come all that naturally to her, but she’d had plenty of opportunity to view them in the wild.
“That’s a matter for the officers in charge of aiming the device. We can’t fix incompetence on the bridge. The heart drive is one of the most powerful propulsion systems in the known universe.”
“It must be to keep the ship going in this completely filthy state.”
“What do you mean, filthy?”
“I’ve seen fewer plants in a botanical garden.”
The engineer smirked as if she were simple. “Our technology is based on the wild. We do not need antiseptic ships which self-destruct with a speck of dust. Our engines work best clogged with various biological entities.”
“That doesn’t sound right.”
“I suppose you would know, would you? Would you know about interstellar travel? Does your pox-ridden world hold a monopoly on technological knowledge? Are you personally the most excellent engineer ever known to existence?”
She had offended him, that much was obvious. She didn’t like upsetting anybody, but the name of the game was distraction. Konan would be looking for her, but he wasn’t likely to look in the engine room. Eventually he would, but by then she would move on to some other part of the ship. She would hide, and move, and hide and move. It was a plan, and that was better than no plan.
BEEOOOWOOP!
“All sectors, there is an alien spy loose on the ship. She’s female, with brown hair, plastic eye rounds with lenses over her gaze. Find her, and bring her to me.”
“These bolts need replacing,” she said, pointing to some rusted out fixtures. There was a chance that if she just kept talking, the engineer wouldn’t realize that Konan’s message was about her.
“They may look that way, but there’s no need. When they fall out, the ship grows new fixtures.”
“Grows them, you say. And what powers it overall…”
“DO NOT ANSWER THAT!”
Konan burst through the doors, hands outstretched for her. Elizabeth tried to dart away, but there was no easy avenue of escape. She tried to dart around the heart of the ship, but two tendrils reached out and grasped at her limbs. She was captured, not by the king, but by his ship.
And then by the king.
He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up and back toward him. She felt the hard ridge of his royal rod pressed between her cheeks. He was hard. Very hard. And he was in perfect concert with the living plant which seemed to inhabit the ship, both powering and operating it at the same time.
The ship’s tendrils wrapped around her hands and her ankles. The king pulled her pants down, baring her again. She had experienced no modesty on the bridge, and she had no reason to expect it here either. Konan clearly had no objection to making a spectacle of her.
“Dirty little spy,” he growled, pushing the head of his cock against the seam of her lower lips. They parted with no resistance because she was as wet as he was hard. He had left her dripping with post orgasmic cream, and now he used that arousal for belated intrusion inside her.
“No! You’re too big!” she screamed even as he proved that he was not too big for her. However, he was exceptionally thick and incredibly hard. Her outer lips accommodated him easily, but the tight inner walls and their more delicate attendants did not find it so easy to stretch for his cock.
“You will be punished properly,” Konan growled. “I knew you were a spy the moment I saw you. Now I will take you, because you have given yourself as mine by your disobedience and your crimes against my crew.”
She would have defended herself more vociferously if she had been able to emit any sound besides that of a whining moan as she was stretched impossibly wide and fucked with short but firm strokes as the king worked his way inside her tightest, most sensitive place.
He was going more slowly than she assumed he wanted to. She was sure he just wanted to fuck-ravage her, but her body was too tender, too tight, too small and contained too much resistance to allow for that.
Little by little, she was stretched around the king’s massive cock. Her inner walls expanded for him, making way for the king’s rod as it sank inside her, claiming her.
