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A glaring match ensued as they tried to stare each other down-his prick  straining and her pussy soaking-and they might have remained at an  impasse for a while had the ship's computer not interrupted.

"Approaching way station, Lokihaj. Recommend docking for refueling and repair of malfunctioning thruster."

Tren growled as he turned to stalk away, and Megan sucked in a breath at  the view of his toned back and ass, purple perfection that made her  hands itch to stroke and pinch. Maybe I should have handled this morning  differently? In other words, held her tongue, let him probe her with  that purple dick of his and then draw a silent conclusion on his  prowess, balls or not.         

     



 

Pride wouldn't let her call him back to apologize, and he seemed hell  bent on ignoring her which kind of miffed her. I mean, if he really  liked what happened last night and what he saw, shouldn't he be trying  harder to get another piece? His cock sure seemed willing to give it a  go. Instead, the pirate slapped his hand on the wall and a compartment  opened from which he pulled clean shirts and pants, a set of which he  flung at her without looking. Another slap and a new door opened and he  walked out of the room.

Megan tugged on the garments as she wished fervently for a toilet  followed by a shower and a comb to freshen herself. She'd understood  enough of the computer's message to understand they'd reached some kind  of civilization. Not sure how this helped her, but determined to have a  say in her fate, she strode into the adjoining room after Tren.

She found herself in a white haven she guessed passed as a bathroom  given it had some kind of shower enclosure and a long counter with a  pile of his clothes. What she really wanted to know, as did her bladder,  was where the toilet hid? Instead, she asked, "Where are we going?"

Standing in a glassed cubicle, his shape appeared blurry as he turned to  face her. "We are going nowhere. You will stay on the ship while I  conduct business," he replied, his voice muffled.

She thought about taking offense at his high handed manner, but curiosity prompted to ask, "What are you doing?"

"Cleansing myself, of course."

Megan craned her head from side to side as she watched lights flashing  up and down his body. "How does it work? I don't hear any water."

He snorted. "We're in space, not at a resort. On board the ship, we use  lasers to cleanse our bodies and rid ourselves of waste."

She wrinkled her nose. It didn't sound like much fun. "Does it hurt?"

"You tell me." Quicker than she could scream, he'd pushed open the cubicle door and yanked her in.

In the close confines of his waterless shower, she couldn't help  awareness of his body-his big, naked and virile body. She kept her eyes  riveted on the goatee covering his chin. "Smooth move, but in case you  hadn't noticed, I'm dressed dumbass."

"Not for long," he announced with a smirk.

"What?" She squeaked as something tickled her arm. She looked to the  side and watched as the clothes she wore disintegrated into nothing.  Panicked, she tried to whirl to escape, expecting to follow her garments  into molecular nothingness at any moment.

Brawny arms wrapped around her and halted her escape. "Calm yourself,  Earthling. The lasers won't hurt your flesh or hair. Only foreign and  waste substances are evaporated."

His words of reassurance didn't stop her from pressing back against him,  flesh to flesh. It also didn't stop the flare of awareness that they  both were nude, and he appeared very happy to see her judging by the  poking above her backside-a very thick and hard poke. To distract  herself, she spoke. "Stop calling me Earthling. My name is Megan."

"Odd you should ask that seeing as how you've called me everything but my own title."

Megan bit her lip as she recalled the numerous names she'd used for him. "Fair enough, Tren."

"Thank you, Megan." He bent down to whisper her name in her ear and she shivered. "Now turn."

"Wh-what?"

"So the lasers can get your buttocks. It won't work if you insist on  plastering yourself against me. Or is this your way of saying you'd like  me to copulate with you?"

"I really dislike you," she grumbled as she turned. She raised her eyes  to meet his instead of lowering to see his prick, which jabbed her in  the belly. She also resisted an urge to drop to her knees and see just  what his giant purple Popsicle tasted like.

"Good. I'd hate to think you'll miss me when I sell you. Your new owner might take offence if you were to pine for me."

She didn't think about it, she just slugged him in the stomach and then  yelled as she brought her throbbing fist to her mouth. She'd forgotten  about his rock hard body.

The jerk laughed.

Not even blinking, she brought her knee up, and connected with the  underside of his cock. She enjoyed a moment's satisfaction as he shut up  before she realized what she'd done. He asked for it. She didn't stick  around to see if he agreed.

Exiting with as much dignity as she could while naked as a jay bird, she  grabbed his clothes off the white counter and strode out into the  bedroom to dress for the second time that morning. At least she didn't  feel grimy anymore and her bladder no longer ached. A shower and toilet  in one, but without an ick factor? She grudgingly admitted the coolness  of it. She patted her hair out of curiosity and discovered it didn't  feel like straw anymore. Interesting. She wondered what else the shower  could do.

Dressed, she bent over the table and peered at the wall he'd used the  night before to feed them. Squiggles marked its surface and she sighed  as she realized she had no idea what to do.

"What are you doing?" His gravelly voice sounded right behind her and  she jumped, but didn't turn to face him. Not when he was probably pissed  at her knee action in the shower. Will he spank me? Throw me onto the  bed and ravish me like a pirate? Lock me in the brig? He did nothing.

She restrained a sigh. Surely she didn't want him to lose control, or  did she? "I was looking for coffee, or at the very least, something hot  and imbued with caffeine."

His body bumped up into hers as he invaded her space. Her heart stuttered. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you what you asked for."

Oh god, what does he think I want? Judging by the thick cock pushing  against her backside, it appeared as though he thought she needed a good  hard fuck. He might be right.

His purple hand reached over her and … punched the wall in a sequence that  lit up lights in the control panel. The hole in the wall opened and she  eyed the steaming mug with suspicion, and a little disappointment,  which increased when he moved away.

Holding in another sigh, she grabbed the cup and stared at its murky  contents. Did she dare drink it? "Are you mad at me?" she asked.

"No."

"Are you sure? Because I'd really hate to be poisoned because you're pissed I hurt you."

He chuckled and the sound sent a shiver right down her spine and tickled  her cleft. "You think highly of yourself if you believe your feeble  blow hurt. Startled, yes, but you'd have to try a lot harder to injure  me."

"Is that a dare?" She giggled when he growled. "Seriously, though, is this beverage going to screw with me like your wine did?"

"No. Now drink it and behave yourself while I conduct business."

She took a gulp of the hot liquid and swallowed happily. Nutty with a  hint of bitter, it reminded her of a flavored coffee. It also bolstered  her resolve. "You are not leaving me here by myself." She turned to face  him as she spoke and caught him dressed only in pants, his shirt still  in his hands. He turned those clear blue eyes her way, his expression  too smooth for her to trust. What did he plan? Was he even now plotting  how quickly he could sell her? And why did she want to cross the room  and play with the silver rings piercing his chest?

"The place I am going to is not safe for females."

"But I'd be with you. Besides, what if you don't come back? I'd be stuck  here and probably starve to death since I don't know how to work any of  your damned buttons." She slapped the mug down on the table.

He sighed as he pulled his shirt on over his head and hid his  magnificent torso. "You are truly trying my patience, Megan. There is  nothing in this way station dangerous enough to keep me from coming  back."

"Says you," she replied mulishly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yes, says me. Besides, how do you expect to join me when you have nothing to cover your feet?"

Megan looked down at her bare toes and bit her lip. Her lack of foot  apparel hadn't occurred to her. "You're a pirate. Aren't you supposed to  have like booty on board? Surely, you can find me a pair of shoes to  wear."

Was that the sound of him gnashing his teeth? "I am not a pirate. I am an acquisitions specialist."

Megan chuckled. "You're not serious, are you?" She caught a glimpse of  his austere mien, and laughed harder. "Oh my god, you are. That's funny.  I hate to break it to you, my giant, purple buccaneer, but on my world,  the plundering of items and people without purchasing them first makes  you a pirate."