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“Climax on my knot, starfire,” Navik growls out his pleasure as hot jets splash deep inside me. I come undone at his command, shattering into a million pinpoints of light. “That’s it, my mate. Milk my knot for every drop of seed.”
There's no post-orgasm cuddling from Navik, only his beast. His knot trapping me on his cock shrinks, and he wordlessly slips free of my body, leaving me feeling empty and wanting despite being thoroughly satiated.
I curl up on my side, longing for Navik's sivot to stroke my cheek and gaze lovingly into my eyes. The cooling air makes me shiver, and I pull the covers over me, missing the warmth of the beast's reverent touches.
While fastening his pants, Navik crosses the room to rummage through the wall of cabinets. I'm drawn to the way his muscles roll and contract beneath his glossy blue skin. Navik is a vision of power and strength, an irresistible male specimen that should not hold me so captivated. I should resist the pleasure I find under him, not look forward to the next sexual encounter.
The words I uttered in the heat of passion echo inside my mind. Maybe it was simply Navik’s version of dirty talk, or had I sealed my fate by agreeing that I was his?
That couldn't be, because we had an agreement that he would return me home in exchange for the use of my body. Despite how much I was enjoying the bargain I'd struck with the space pirate, I was living up to my end of the accord.
Navik returns with a pair of thick socks and black pants and top, laying them on the bed beside me.
"These will have to do until I can find you proper female clothes that fit. Use the purifier in the cleanroom and get yourself cleaned up," he murmurs and leaves the room.
The door slides home behind his muscular frame, and I'm left alone. The cool, quiet room now in stark contrast with the frenzied heat and passionate sounds from a few moments ago.
I bristle over his commanding tone. It's tempting to rebel and do exactly the opposite but as badly as I want to thumb my nose at him, a shower sounds really good.
Naked, I stand and stretch, enjoying the sweet sensation of soreness in my thighs. Sex with Navik is a wild ride. His ardor and intensity surpass anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I enjoy every second of it.
If that makes me a total wanton, then so be it. There is no one here to judge me, and besides, Earth rules don't apply in outer space. Nothing from Earth applies out here.
Memories flood back of my time with the warden and all the unwanted orgasms forced on me with the icy hot spray he slathered on my sex before impaling me with his collection of alien dildos. I refuse to feel shame for my body's natural response to the warden's diabolical treatment.
A girl must endure what is necessary to survive.
Shaking off the memories of my time with Warden Hyt, I pad to the bathroom, or what Navik calls the cleanroom, and step inside the purifier. The upright pod blows warm mist to clean the skin and hair instead of soap and running water.
I step inside, close the pod's door, and crank the handle. Warm mist blasts out from many tiny holes, caressing my skin as it removes all dirt, sweat, and grime from my skin and hair. I bask in its comforting embrace for a few moments before stepping out. Refreshed, I should no longer carry any trace of my recent tryst with Navik.
I sniff my arm, picking up trace hints of Navik's musky pheromones. My heart thuds wildly in my chest as I remember the words I uttered. Was I truly his? Had he marked me with his scent somehow, or was I making something out of nothing?
I towel off, deciding to question him as soon as I can get him alone. I need to make sure our deal to fly me home still stands. I slip into the thick socks and don the clothes Navik found for me. They're a little big but better than the sheet I'd been wearing or my soiled robe.
I glance in the reflective panel over the basin and finger-comb my raven tresses before smoothing down the fabric of the black shirt. I look different, not like the me I used to be, but the me I'm becoming. The me that is a survivor and won't let anything stand in my way of returning home.
I leave the room and find Navik and Qhix scavenging parts from the bridge. The consoles and displays that were once lit up with colorful, blinking lights are now dark and lifeless. In the center, where one of three seats used to be, is now an empty space with wires strewn across the floor.
Navik and Qhix stand atop ladders, removing panels from the wall to access more components. A few sparks fly as they fiddle with something inside one of the panels while I watch from below, fascinated by their handiwork.
"Anything I can do to help?" I ask.
All eyes turn my way. Qhix sweeps his warm gaze over me, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his generous mouth. I flush, realizing he must have heard us through the walls.
Navik's gaze burns with an unmistakable heat, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Yes." Navik jumps off the ladder and commands, "Come here, starfire."
I approach him, my heart fluttering wildly when he takes my hand and leads me to sit in a seat at the console.
"Keep an eye on this screen for approaching ships," he says, gesturing to the only lit screen.
He quickly explains what I'm to look for on the large readout. I listen intently, feeling essential that he trusts me with such an important task.
Now that my bout with nausea is over and my stomach again empty, it rumbles angrily. "Are we taking the replicator with us?" I ask.
"If we have time," Navik states.
