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Bob looked down at Fred, then back at Riley for a moment. "Do not go  anywhere!" he said sternly. "I will get the guards to return me first  thing in the morning."

Riley gave Bob a weak smile and rose on her tiptoes to give him a light  kiss. The huge green figure shook as she brushed his soft, slick cheek,  and he turned a slightly deeper shade of green. Riley looked at him  oddly before she turned to look at Fred, who was staring up at her  intently with both sets of eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"You are not going to try anything, are you, Riley?" Fred asked quietly as she knelt down in front of him.

Riley ran her hands over both of his heads before leaning her forehead  against his right one. "Now what makes you think I would try to do  anything?" Riley teased lightly before she gave him a kiss on both sets  of cheeks. "You be safe for me, Fred. I think you are one of the most  wonderful mates a girl could ever have."

Fred turned a wide assortment of colors before he finally settled on a  light shade of red. A huge grin curved both sets of lips as he stared at  her with more than a slight case of hero worship. He reached out and  wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly for just a minute  before he took a hurried step back.

"Don't tell Vox I hugged you," he whispered anxiously. "He might decide to take a bite out of me!"

Riley's light peal of laughter echoed through the room. "I won't. I  promise. Besides, if he does I promised him a stick up his butt!" she  added with a wink.

"Kitty on a stick." Bob pondered for a moment before his deep, melodious  laugh echoed with Riley and Fred. "Now that I would like to see."



Vox lay on his side staring at the empty bed across from him. His cat  was clawing at him to go find their mate. He could feel its damn claws  slicing through his gut as if it was having fun mincing him into tiny  bits.

Will you give me a break! He hissed at it in aggravation. I can't think  with you raking my insides like they are a scratching post.

Want my mate, his cat replied with a low snarl. You should protect better!

May I remind you that you were the one who got all prissy when Tor  mentioned drinking Riley's milk! Vox said defensively refusing to admit  his own part in the desire to tear his chief engineer and close friend  apart.         

     



 

Mmmm, milk, his cat purred, lapping its long tongue out over its sharp  teeth. I bet it is warm and sweet and tasty. I would drink and drink and  drink all day at our mate's milk.

Guall's balls! Vox groaned out loud as he felt his own balls draw up to  the point they were throbbing at the idea of lapping sweet, warm milk  from Riley's huge breasts.

His cock was so hard he couldn't even sit up without extreme discomfort  with the way it was pressing down the inside of his thigh. There was no  way he was going to make it without getting some relief. The images his  cat created were enough to make him come in his own damn pants! That was  something he had never even come close to imagining, much less it  becoming a real possibility.

"Vox, are you all right?" Lodar's quiet voice sounded in the dark. "You don't sound good."

"I'm fine!" Vox bit out in annoyance. "I need to relieve myself."

Vox rolled up onto his knees on his hard bed and stiffly got to his  feet. This would be beyond embarrassing if his men knew he was having  hot dreams of Riley on all fours, her big breasts hanging down over his  face, full with the milk from his child.

Will you fucking have mercy on me? Vox begged as he stumbled to the door and out into the silent corridor.

Warm, sweet, yes …  His cat hummed in pleasure.

Vox cursed as he felt the first spurt of cum leaking out of his cock,  wetting the front of his black pants. Turning into the wall, he quickly  undid the ties on the front of his pants until he could pull his cock  free. He gripped it in his right hand tightly while he leaned his  forehead against his left arm, pressed against the wall. He bit down on  his forearm as he stroked the hard flesh of his cock. He only had to  pump it three times before his whole body tensed and his orgasm hit him  like a vicious blow. His body shuddered as he spent himself all over the  wall. His loud pants mocked his loss of self-control. He leaned his  head against his arm and drew in a shuddering breath. He tensed, turning  slightly away from the door when it opened behind him, and Tor walked  out, followed by Lodar.

"Leave me be," Vox gritted out hoarsely, not turning around.

"I, uh, I … " Lodar began before he stopped and drew in a deep breath.

"Oh hell," Tor muttered darkly. "You might as well kill us. Our cats are  dreaming of drinking milk, and it isn't from some damn bowl! I need to  go relieve myself before I explode," he grunted out, moving rapidly down  the corridor.

"Sorry, Vox," Lodar said, slapping Vox on the shoulder. "Your mate …  The  image is just … " His words died out as he disappeared down the corridor  as well.

Vox groaned out loud, letting his head drop back so he could stare up at  the ceiling. He could feel his cock growing hard again as he pictured  what Tor and Lodar were thinking about. If it was the last damn thing he  ever did in all his long lives, he was going to get his mate with cubs  and he was going to enjoy the damn milk with them. The thought of Riley  rounded with his cubs sent him into another climax.



Early the next morning, Riley was thinking very unkind thoughts about  the healer when he came in to check on her. It was the first time since  she had been abducted that she had been able to sleep in, and Mr. Spooky  Madman decided he needed to check her arm out. He wanted to check out a  little more but decided against it when Riley kicked him in the balls.  She was so not in the mood to be playing doctor and patient with someone  who creeped her out. When short, squat, and red leather decided he  wanted to do some touchy-feely to her breasts, she had sent him to his  knees.

"Yes, sir," Riley said with a grin as the creepy old man wobbled out of  the room. "Reflexes are in perfectly good working condition." She hopped  down off the bed. "Now, time to do a little exploring. You never know  if Dr. Dreadula might have something in here that could come in handy  for when the boys decide to escape."

Riley thoroughly searched the small room. There was a medicine cabinet  that wasn't even locked on the far wall that she decided might come in  handy. She pulled it open and looked at a wide selection of small  injection guns and tiny glass bottles. She tilted her head, but she  couldn't read what the vials said. She pulled all of them out and placed  them in her handbag with a shrug.

You never know when you might need something, she thought as she continued searching.

She sat down at the battered desk the man used and opened the top  drawer. There was a strange-looking device that looked like some kind of  fancy scanning wand and a laser pistol like the one the trader had been  wearing when he shot her ass when she tried to run. Her eyes lit up  when she saw it. Being a fully qualified bail bondsman, she was required  to have a permit to carry a concealed weapon. It was true that she  wasn't much of a fighter, but she was one hell of a shot! All those  years playing the first shooter games at the bar her dear Grandma Pearl  worked at paid off big time at the shooting range.

Riley pulled the bottom draw open and discovered a slim disk. She pulled  it out and slid it into the slot on the desk for viewing video. It was a  video of some sort. Her eyes widened when she saw Vox. They narrowed  into deadly slits when she saw two nude women walking up to him and  beginning to undress him. With a hiss, she quickly ejected the disk. She  stood up and raised her arm to throw the damn thing against the wall  but had second thoughts when she thought of where else she would like to  shove it.

Right down his arrogant, lying, deceitful throat and I hope he chokes on it as it goes down, Riley thought viciously.

The video silenced the little voice that kept saying maybe she should go  with him. Maybe she would be the heroine in this movie and not the  supporting character that got knocked off. Maybe there was a happily  ever after out there for her in the shape of a big sexy cat.

Maybe, my ass, Riley thought bitterly. The only thing out there for you,  girlfriend, is heartache if you begin to think things might be  different here than back home. Guys are the same wherever the hell you  go. They only want one thing, and it isn't a ring on my finger but one  through my nose.

Riley slid the disk into the zippered pocket of her purse. Maybe they  had intergalactic email, or better yet, Intergalatictube. She would post  the damn thing on it and let him be the star of his own porn movie. One  thing was for sure, she didn't want any part of his …

"Don't even go there, Riley St. Claire! You will not think of his stupid  you-know-what!" she muttered under her breath as she worked herself up  into a fine fury. "It is time for them to get their asses off this rock  so I can find me my own spaceship heading back home."