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But I can’t look away. His red-colored body is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Where Quad is muscle and fat, Xandor is all lean hard muscle. His long limbs, broad shoulders, and chest ripple with chiseled strength. They frame a tapering waist contoured with perfect peaks of abdominal muscles, creating chasms of dangerous curiosity in me.
A gasp squeaks from my lips, prompting me to cover my mouth as I notice his thick member poking out of his loincloth, daring me to notice it. Resting with boldness against his leg, the length of it takes my breath away, the shock forcing me to glance away. I’ve seen cocks swinging from the more troublesome guests before. Jungarian, Argorian and Barlyxian, each stranger than the last.
Yet as my eyes flick back, Xandors looks the most inviting, the most compatible, with its smooth skin covering the many ridges and contours that dot the entire generous length. It converges to a thick tip that glistens in the low light framed with pebblingalong its edges. Startled, I realize I’m staring at his member once again.
My weakness is distracting me.
Tearing my eyes away from the lewd scene, I notice Xandors face... His handsome face, I’ve decided, is strange and alien like mine, except for his pointed ears, protruding fangs, red skin and the fact he’s an immense giant. Like an ancient distant cousin species, reminding me that maybe he does know my origins?
He appears so peaceful, breathing with soft snores tinged with a rasping sound, a stark contrast to the brutal force of nature he personifies. But Xandor fought with such ferociousness to save us... Could I have misjudged him? Has he been genuine all along? His full lips beckon like an alluring invitation. If I melted into him, would he hold me, protect me, or even more? The thought sends tingles cascading throughout my entire body, reigniting a craving for a dream long since repressed. My hand trembles, yearning to touch his face, to feel his lips.
Stupid silly bitch, get the mask and get your freedom!
I recoil as if bitten by a venomous creature. Entertaining such childish fantasies is a recipe for disaster. Disappointment and shame explode within me, shattering the seductive and treacherous illusions which threaten to ensnare me.
Turning my attention back to my surroundings, my heart sinks. I cannot see his armor. Perhaps Job has it for repairs, along with the mask? Creeping towards the polymer cupboards, I slide out drawers with the utmost care and softness. Each empty container is another stab of anxiety and doubt.Xandor could wake up at any moment!
Finally, pulling open the last drawer, reveals the large warrior mask, its slanted black eyes piercing me with an accusing glare that steals my breath. Relief soon replaces fear as my hands wrap around the hard silver metal that weighs heavy and cold in my hands. But a sense of wrongness gnaws at the corners of mymind. I’ve never stolen from anyone before, and Xander is one of the least deserving of such treatment.
With determined resolve, I harden my heart.No, this must be done.Clutching the frightening mask, I turn to exit the room. Each step, careful and light, driven by a desperate need to distance myself from the shame and consequences of my actions.
I need to look out for myself.
Chapter 10
Xandor
Bash
With a rasping breaththat stings my lungs, I jolt awake.Where in the void am I? This isn’t beautiful, Klendathor.Oh no, the dreary metal walls soon remind me I’m on the floating rust heap—the Mutalisk’s Hammer. The rhythmic low hum of the engines confirms the ship is once again engaged in hyperspeed, hurtling towards my destination Nebia.
The toxin must have worked on the Mutalisk. It was my last desperate attack, and it saved my life and the ship. Such a fearsome battle it had been. Grimacing, I still feel the crushing tentacle wrapping around my chest, squeezing the life from my lungs. Even now, with each breath, I wince as pain rakes through my battered body.
Slowly, I pull myself upright on the bed, anger flares within me at the memory of the gun jamming. Tiny Tyrxie said Mod and Triandale prompted her to bring it to me. Was it a random accident or did one of them tamper with it? My hands curl into fists as the foolish action almost cost me my life and the survival of the entire crew...
No one would be so suicidal?It must have been a freak malfunction, a more reassuring thought which prompts me to exhale and loosen my fists. Scanning the room, I notice I’m back in my master suite. The others must have judged my injuries minor to have left me here, alone.
Leaping out of bed assails my battered body with countless aches, but the absence of my armor and warvisor fills me with apprehension. The little Glaseroid engineer must be repairing them. I’ll pay him a visit soon enough.
My nose twitches at a scent in the air.Someone was here. Not long ago.As I move around the outside of my bed, the scent grows stronger.
I inhale deeply, following the trail.
Yes, the unmistakable aroma of a young female in heat curls around me. The musky sensation tickles my nose and stirs my cock. A tragic shame I was asleep. The scent must have come from Tyrxie or Hyanxa, paying me a visit.Why?I sigh, picturing the two with their diminutive physiques, neither robust enough for my needs.
Nevertheless, the idea of one of them sneaking into my room full of arousal is both curious and unsettling. If there’s one thing I enjoy as much as a fierce battle, it’s ruffling some feathers for answers. With haste I don my brown pants, a black shirt, both crafted from leather, and grab Tyrxie’s comical tiny pistol with a short laugh. A small gesture of goodwill may earn me some trust with the strange human.
I follow the enticing scent through the corridor. As it increases in intensity with each passing step, it’s apparent the trail is low to the ground... beneath the gangway, in fact.Aha!It’s Tyrxie who slipped into my room like a little sneaky varmint.Was it lust, a search for her gun, or something more sinister which drove her?
The trail leads me close to the crew quarters, that dark area beneath the floor shrouded in shadows where she often frequents. Indeed, narrowing my vision, I can just make out the gleam of green eyes widening in shock at my approach. Holding up my hands, I smile in what I hope is a friendly, open manner.
However, Tyrxie must be afraid... no, terrified, of friendly, as her expression transforms into one of horror. It’s as if I stand before her resembling a bloody Hemovyrn return from the dead to feast on her bowels. She bolts in a frantic dash, crawling through the gangway, our unfortunate history repeating itself.
“I just want to talk!” I shout, wincing in pain as the effort reverberates through my aching body. But my words have no effect as she scrambles, disappearing into the distance.Such a strange female she is.Waving a dismissive hand, I call out after her. “Next time I won’t be as injured!” But she doesn’t respond.
What have I done to this female to warrant this fear? What unknown offense have I caused her?Annoyance flashes within me. How dare she avoid me like this! Most females giggle and swoon at my approach, but not this one? Oh, no, she makes me feel shameful by daring to gaze upon her. An offense to nature. Gods, if I wasn’t so tender I would hunt her down and force her to speak.
A defeated sigh of exasperation spills from me as I sulk back towards the guest quarters, seeking Noroth and Logarn. Perhaps they can shed more light on what the void is going on around here. It’s not long before I find the pair in Noroth’s room. Bothare engaged in push-ups, yet not a drop of sweat beads on their foreheads.