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Feel the heat.
I palmed the door open and then closed on my room. I threw the boxing gloves to the desk in the corner and sank into my bed. I would be expected on the command deck shortly. I hadn’t been planning on coming back to my room at all, except…
The tightening in my gym shorts had made it clear that I was not capable of going anywhere public for a little bit.
I thrust my head back a few times against the pillow, frustration making me groan. I closed my eyes and the image of the woman’s flashing black eyes, her brown hair tied back, the ponytail whipping through the air as she dashed and dove, circling me, trying to strike me… So confident that she could.
That was one of the most arousing things. She thought she actually had a chance of meeting me at my level. At being good enough to match me…
I chuckled.The balls on her…
That was something intriguing enough.
I ground my shoulders into the bed and heaved a deep breath. The woman–Jasmine,as she so promptly reminded me—even in my mind, had the cutest, plumpest lips. What would they be like to kiss? To press my mouth against hers? To feel the curve of her jaw in my hand, the swell of her breasts in my palm… My already swollen cock grew larger. The hunger in my chest grew as I imagined her body in front of me. Desire for her swelled in my chest.
I could imagine slipping my fingers down the curves of her body, her slender waist small enough to grip between my two hands. I wanted to see her mouth open just slightly as I made her gasp, swinging her around to place her fully on top of me, grinding her into me.
A shiver ran through me and I licked my lips, wishing I was licking her skin.
A klaxon rang in my room, reminding me that somewhere, far away, or maybe nearby, there was something that needed my attention.
As Commander of this ship, and not just as fiancé of some human woman who was, more and more, showing that she might just be deserving of that title.
I pulled myself from the bed, looking up at the lights flashing in my room to tell me where I was needed.
“That’s…Interesting.”
Some parts had gone missing from one of the mechanic’s bays. They were probably just misplaced, but it was odd that they hadn’t been checked back in at the end of the shift. There was a tech, missing, too. It wasn’t like we had stopped anywhere. It didn’t make sense that someone would just disappear.
I rubbed my jaw and moved to the closet to change into one of my Commander uniforms. At least the swelling in my cock had gone down. I could at least look presentable while I tried to find out how someone on my ship dared to not report for his shift.
Jasmine had said she wanted to take a few turns in the mechanics shop. Maybe her extra hands would come in handy, now.
I took a deep breath and let the last thought pass over me.
I certainly won’t mind knowing everything her hands can do.
7
Jasmine
After Braxl stormed off in a fit of unexplained frustration, Tulla allowed me to finish the sparring session with her.
Now, I sat on the benches beside the slender amphibious alien, aware of her frequent glances. I removed my gloves, pulled out the elastic holding my hair in a ponytail, and let my sweaty locks cascade free. Tulla observed my hair, a mixture of longing and curiosity in her gaze. Perhaps she wanted to touch it? Her hair resembled a fin-like ridge of fibrous material, forming a thin, spiking mohawk down her crown and neck. With her high cheekbones, bulbous teal eyes, and flickering fins at her neck, she was a striking sight. Her skin, mottled in shades of purple and white, made her one of the most uniquely beautiful aliens I’d encountered. As we sparred, she moved with a grace that surpassed human capability, likely owing to the distinct articulation of her bone structure.
“Thanks for letting me practice with you today.”
“You did well. I’m impressed. You learned those skills in your former profession?” Tulla took a swig of water and offered me some.
“More like in a former hobby. Earth isn’t in the greatest shape right now. There’s a lot of danger.”
“Ah, so you learned for self-protection.”
“Something like that.” I handed her back the water bottle.
“I am the sparring partner the Commander usually requests. I will also be happy to spar with you whenever you like. There are things I can teach you from our methods in the ND.”
I nodded my thanks. It was interesting that an accent came through the translator microbes when Tulla spoke to me. All human babies were injected with translators when we were young, but I had always heard aliens in the same flat voice before. Maybe it was because I was getting the opportunity to hear more aliens from many different planets. The nuance was adapting to my understanding of the microbes. Like technology learning to my exposure. What would Braxl’s voice sound like as I heard him speak more?
