The flood of moisture, and hailstorm of wild spasms in her sheath, made Cyprian erupt. The ecstasy seared through him like a supernova. Cyprian threw back his head and roared to the ceiling, shoving deep one last time. His body seized in rapture as Riley milked the release from his body, while crying out her own fervid bliss.
After several minutes Cyprian finally summoned the energy to roll to his side. Beautiful satiated sighs fled Riley as she caught her breath. It felt good holding her against him, as he came back to reality.
“What was it you wanted to do?” Cyprian asked on a long, satisfied, exhale.
“I call bullshit,” Riley giggled and slapped his chest. “I may have blown your mind, but there’s no way you’re going to let me plant explosives in Cuttles’ office.”
“You are right, Little Manx.” Cyprian covered Riley’s hand, where it rest on his chest. “However, I do agree that we must do something. I understand what is at risk, but I don’t want to see all these people die any more than you do.”
“So, what do we do?” Riley frowned up at him.
“I think we need to contact Aculus and create a plan, though I want to discuss it with Vintor first.”
Cyprian wasn’t keen on working with his rival. But if the bony male had enough honor to try to save Riley, then he was willing to give the risky alliance a chance. What other options did he have? Ashtoret and the others were still too far away. They weren’t set to arrive till the Toufik were auctioned off. By then it would be too late.
“I bet Cuttles would let you visit his office and give you a tour of engineering. He’s got a crush on you after you saved him, like a wiggly squiggly damsel in distress,” Riley teased, as her hands roved his stomach and chest, mimicking the Overseers’ tentacles.
Cyprian chuckled and tugged Riley onto his chest, then gripped both of her tickling hands.
“You may be right. He was eager for new business and rather grateful,” he conceded. “Behave with those fingers of yours while I contact Vintor.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Riley asked as her hand drifted lower and pinched his ass.
“Evil female,” Cyprian growled, still reeling from what she’d done earlier to his ass.
Riley giggled, but she visibly clasped her fingers together and adopted an innocent look. Cyprian snorted in disbelief as he swiped a finger over the communicator strapped to his wrist. Frustratingly Vintor didn’t answer his hail after several pings.
“Not answering?” Riley asked.
“No. I was hoping Vintor could meet us here, since its more private than the suite.”
“Let’s wash up and you can try again.”
Cyprian smiled as he watched Riley’s luscious rear climb off the bed. She bent down to unbuckle her boots giving him an even better view. Riley cast him a beckoning glance, and he leapt from the bed. She giggled as she took off for the washroom.
Trouble, he grunted to himself, as he followed.
“When we see the smugglers again,” Cyprian began.
“I know, I’ll have to pretend to be a good little slave,” Riley finished for him, while turning on the bathing stall.
“You weren’t that good of a slave,” Cyprian quipped.
“Oh? I thought I was a very, very good slave,” Riley demurred as she cupped his crotch.
Cyprian’s shaft kicked, eager for another round.
“You’re a very dirty slave,” Cyprian countered as he pushed Riley beneath the spray of water.
Riley sputtered and laughed as she batted the water from her face, then began to wash. Never before had he enjoyed bathing as much as he had in the last day. Cyprian watched with rapt attention as Riley pulled her hair up and lathered the long locks. His brow furrowed when she then turned serious, and let her hair fall.
“Thank you.” Riley smoothed her hand over Cyprian’s soapy chest, as she looked up at him with gratitude.
“For what?”
“Coming to Distraho. Rescuing me. Trying to stop all this craziness,” she said with a smile.
“We might not succeed,” he warned.
“I know,” Riley replied with a far-off look. “I’m really glad you’re on my side. I pity the poor souls if they were left with just me. I’m a piss poor savior. Every time I try to help people it turns to shit. I don’t know how I find myself in these situations. The longer I live it just seems to snowball, getting bigger and crazier. I’ve gone from trying to rescue my brother from himself, to keeping an entire race safe. With your help, these people have a fighting chance.”
“Don’t down play what you’ve done,” Cyprian said with a frown. He didn’t like hearing Riley denigrate herself.