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Interruptions were a feature of Marco’s life. Sometimes they came too frequently. When he’d received the call he’d been waiting for Freya to emerge from the bathroom. Abandoning her was hard, but necessary. One of the captains had discovered a dead body out by the fields and although Marco wasn’t needed at the scene, he had to put together the investigating team and dispatch a medic to perform some rudimentary forensics. It seemed his predecessor cared little for rivalries between factions and would often leave murders unsolved. Marco thought differently and intended to bring the culprit to justice.
Once he was finished, he hailed Lalita via her comms link and informed her he was returning, and that he wanted Freya ready for him. By the time he jogged up the Volta’s steps, he’d a potent erection and strong vision of her naked body.
Lalita greeted him outside the door of his private rooms. “She’s in position. Nervous, for some reason. She’s not typical of the women we have in here, is she? She’s feisty, yet ashamed of her sexuality. Potentially challenging. You do appreciate you might have to punish her before she settles down.”
“It’s an unfortunate necessity,” he agreed. “However, not all discipline is a direct result of misbehaving. I believe it keeps the mind focused.”
Lalita smiled. “Oh, I agree, sir. You must do what you see fit to ensure our new jenjin is correctly trained.”
Marco couldn’t wait any longer; he pushed the door open and strode into the bedroom.
Freya was kneeling on the floor with her nose touching the carpet pile, her arms outstretched before her—the fingers appropriately interlaced—and her bottom raised. To complete the position of surrender, she’d parted her legs and exposed her shaved folds. It probably had taken some encouragement from Lalita to have Freya assume the formal pose. He completed the protocol by circling her three times.
He paused to stand behind her and enjoy the sight of her pussy and ass on displ
ay. Her legs were wobbling as he contemplated her. She might appear to be reticent, but her swollen sex with its apparent wetness revealed the extent of her arousal. He slipped out of his jacket and tossed it to one side. He was about to plunge into her, when he decided on a different course of action.
“You will undress me,” he commanded.
“I will undress you, sir,” she intoned from beneath him. She’d been told the other important protocol, to repeat his commands.
She slid backwards and rocked onto her heels, then rose to her feet. Turning, she kept her eyes lowered. Marco was impressed; she learned fast. She undid the fastenings of his shirt before freeing his cock from his pants. As she peeled back the lapels of his shirt, she uncovered the ink marking his chest and gasped. The black swirls of characters were boldly arranged in a pattern. She traced her finger along the outline, mouthing a word. “Marco.”
He smiled. “Yes. My name.”
With her help, he slipped out of the sleeves and turned to show her his back. From his broad shoulders down had been decorated with ink.
“Sixteen,” she declared.
“Correct. I am the sixteenth Marco of my lineage.” He, like many Vendu, chose to tattoo his name on his skin. Humans, he’d gathered during his time on earth, preferred to have family names. The Vendu honored their ancestors with tattoos, not names.
She stepped back to admire the marks and going by the smile on her face, she liked them. “They make you look so… handsome.” She returned to her assigned task and tugged on his pants. His cock sprang up as his trousers fell away. She knelt at his feet and removed his boots. Divested of clothing, he’d made them equal—both bared.
He needed to feel her, to explore every morsel of her shapely form. He’d taken her in haste last time. This time, he wanted to savor Freya. “Lie on the bed.”
She crawled across it, swinging her bottom as she went until she was centered. “Front or back?” she asked.
“Back.” He clambered after her and lay next to her on his side.
He grazed his knuckles along the contours of her body, from neck to navel. He enjoyed the rise as he passed over her breasts and the peaks of her nipples. Leaning over, he kissed a hard pebble, rolling his tongue around it. She responded by twisting to face him, then draped one of her legs over his hip.
Freya was different. What he experienced when he touched her was electrifying. Heat pulsed under his skin as his heart pumped hot blood through his veins. When she squeezed his arm and begged for his cock, he held back. Any other woman, he’d not wait, but with Freya the urgency was overshadowed by something he failed to identify—a strange need for calmness.
He trailed kisses over her breasts and neat belly, down her legs, and after he’d repositioned himself between her thighs, he lashed her clitoris with the length of his tongue. She rested the heels of her legs on his shoulder blades and moaned.
She tasted delicious and he teased her pussy with dips of his tongue. When he fluttered it around her clit, she giggled and flailed about, forcing him to wrap his arms around her thighs and hold her still.
Her begging excited his cock to the point he thought he might explode. Shifting up and over her, he hadn’t the willpower to resist her any longer. He sniffed her hair, sensing the essence of herbal shampoo, and the sweet aroma blended with the fragrant petals left in bowls by the bed. The glint of makeup on her eyelids shimmered as she blinked and when he cast a shadow over her, she closed them. He rose above her, spread her legs, and with one swing of his hips, entered her drenched pussy. He met no resistance when he dipped lower and he relished the sensation of her tight walls as he attempted to retreat and she clenched around his shaft.
He buried his face in her neck, planted his weight on his elbows either side of her, and rocked in and out of her pussy. When the head of his cock went deeper, she embraced him with her legs and crossed her ankles on the ridge of his spine. She clung onto him as he maintained the gentle motion of his hips.
The orgasm was unexpected. It usually came with an explosive force during a hard fuck; instead this sublime climax hit as she clenched her muscles and squeezed his shaft.
He grunted in combination with the juddering waves of his ejaculation. Slipping out, he flopped to one side of her. “That was… amazing. You teased me, your naughty Earthling.”
She smirked. “Just a little, perhaps.” She curled her forefinger around his shaft. “It’s still like a rock. I’ve hardly ruined your orgasm.”
“No,” he agreed. “I might have to return for seconds.” He reached out and grasped her nearest ass cheek, enjoying the way her flesh gave beneath his fingers. He started to maneuver her onto her belly and her buttocks clenched. “What’s the matter?”
