Chapter 19
Amina
It was clear Myrum was as perturbed by Lorse’s actions and words as she was. The moment the door closed, he turned to her with his arms open, but she was prepared for it.
“Sir, you seem tense,” she said, keeping her eyes down. “Would you like me to rub your neck?”
Myrum let out a confused rumble before cutting it off and replacing it with a rumble of agreement. “Yes, that would be good.”
Amina pointed to the Leemron couch. “If sir would sit here, that would make it easier for me to perform my duties.”
Myrum moved to the low couch and sat down. Unprepared for how much it would give to his weight, he sank deeply into the couch with a surprised rattle.
“Lorse wasn’t exaggerating; this is soft,” he said
It was hard, but Amina didn’t laugh. Keeping her expression pleasantly blank, she moved to stand behind him.
He’d said something about massaging between his backplates.
Looking down at his spine, she wasn’t sure how that was possible, but then he bent his neck forward and the plates there separated enough for her fingers to slip between.
“Do remember that the bottom edges of those plates are sharp,” he said. “I don’t need you to get blood on me again.”
She gave him a little pat on the shoulder to indicate she understood and wouldn’t accidentally nick herself.
It was easy to slip the fingers of one hand between the top plates and unobtrusively move her hand into her robe.
There were only a few ties in the front keeping it closed, making it easy to access one of the many inside pockets.
She and Jossulum had worked out a strategy for item placements, and the detector was in one of the more convenient pockets.
The problem was, while she could activate without looking, she’d need to pull it out to read the results.
After turning it on, she kept one hand in her robe, as if that was a habit.
Myrum was purring.
“That feels very nice,” he said. He closed his eyes and dropped his head all the way forward. She moved from the first set of plates to the next and resumed rubbing. “You’re very good at this.”
“I should be,” Amina said, hoping he remembered to keep playing his role until she was sure they weren’t being watched. “It’s a service you request often.”
“Oh yes,” Myrum said with an affirmative rumble.
The detector vibrated slightly, telling her it was done. Right—how did she look at it?
She withdrew her fingers from under his neck plates and tucked her hands back into her sleeves with the detector. “Um, sir, would you like me to bathe you?”
There could be observation devices in the cleansing room also, but it would be easier to hide her movements there.
“That would be nice?” Myrum said, making it sound more like a question than agreement. He didn’t move until Amina took a step in the direction of the bedroom. Standing up, he talked a little louder than necessary. “Yes, I need to be cleaned. Come along, pet.”
She didn’t mind when he called her pet. It sounded sexy and reminded her a little of how dominant he liked to be during sex.
Fantasies of pretending to be under his power filled her head. She pushed them away. Now was not the time to be thinking about those things!
After the cleansing room door closed behind them, she faced him and moved close. Using their bodies to shield her hands, she pulled them out of the sleeves, keeping them at his belt level as if she was fiddling with the closure.
“We’re good in here,” she said, relaxing a little for the first time since Lorse stepped out of his shuttle. “It looks like there’s a single vid-capture with sound in the living room, but nothing here or in the bedroom.”
“I didn't even think of this,” Myrum admitted.
“Neither did I,” Amina said. “We have to thank Jossulum. When we were going over everything I should pack, he was the one who thought to include this and put it where I could easily get to it.”
She tucked in it back in her robe as Myrum sat down heavily on an inbuilt bench. Spreading his legs, he held out his arms.
When she stepped between his legs, he wrapped his arms around her back and drew her close. She hugged his head to her chest, rubbing gently over one of his scent glands.
“Hold on,” she said, taking a step back and tugging at the robe’s closures. Slipping it off her shoulders, she laid it out on the bench next to him and stepped close again.
“Better,” he grunted, finding the lower hem of the black shirt and lifting it up over her head. The stretchy fabric that held her breasts confined went with the shirt, leaving her bare from the waist up.
Sounding his more sensual purr, Myrum rubbed his face across her breasts, covering her in his honey-scented oil.
Putting his hands on her hips, he urged her to turn so he could rub his oil on her back also.
As he pressed his face from shoulder blades to lower back, his hands came up to cup her breast.
“Oh,” she moaned.
His fingers massaged her chest, building on the pleasure the oil was already creating.
She was both relaxed and turned on, her legs starting to turn to jelly.
When his hands dropped to the waistband of her stretchy black pants, she quickly toed out of her boots to make it easier for him to slide them down.
Tugging them out from under her one foot at a time, she then dropped the garment to the side.
Completely naked now, she let him push her a little further away so he could rub his face lower, against her hips and backside.
Then he opened his mouth and bit her ass, hard!
“Bastard!” she cried out, jumping away from him. Turning, she pulled back her lips to show her teeth in a clear challenge. “Try that again, I dare you!”
“Dare accepted," Myrum growled, leaping at her from his seated position on the bench. She tried to sidestep to avoid him, but he managed to hook an arm around her waist and pull her to him. Lifting her up, he threw her over his shoulder and strode out of the bathing area into the bedroom.
The door to the sitting area was shut, so there was no worry about the vid-capture seeing anything it shouldn’t.
He moved to the bed and tossed her onto it. She let out a startled cry and grabbed at the air. Her hand found some fabric, and she grabbed hold. When she landed with a bounce on the soft bed, the curtains around it came down on top of her.
“Hiding under a bunch of fabric isn’t going to help you,” Myrum warned.
Ignoring him, she crawled away, slithering out from under the fabric and onto the floor on the far side of the bed. Rolling under it, she marveled at how extremely clean the floor was.
Looking past the bed to see Myrum’s feet, she watched as his belt then pants hit the floor. She covered her mouth to keep from laughing when she heard the curtains above rustling and his rumble of confusion.
The curtains fell onto the floor at the same time Myrum’s feet disappeared. Crawling out from under the bed, she popped up to find Myrum on all fours looking over the opposite edge of the bed, his bare ass in the air.
Drawing her hand back, she slapped her palm against his butt with all the force her muscled frame could produce.
He let out a very undignified yowl and leapt from the bed. Rubbing his injured backside with one hand, he turned to face her.
“I can’t believe you did that!” he said.
She laughed then let out a squeak when he dove onto the bed and grabbed her. She had no time to get out of the way and soon found herself pulled on the bed and under Myrum. He was up on all fours, caging her with his arms and legs.
“Naughty human,” he growled, grabbing her around the throat. The collar’s catch wasn’t well secured so it popped off and went flying. She heard it hit the floor and roll. They’d need to find that later!
That thought flew out of her head when Myrum dipped his face to her shoulder and bit down. The bruises from their time on Tik were all faded, and he seemed determined to mark her again.
The combination of pain and pleasure made her moan and slap her hands down on Myrum’s head, not to push him away but to press his face harder against her.
Despite her hands pressing down, he lifted his head, picked another spot, and bit. He kept doing this until she was writhing under him.
“Myrum, I need more,” she begged.
He lifted his head. “You can have everything.”
The world suddenly twisted and shifted.
It took her a moment to understand he’d rolled on his back and taken her with him. When he was done, she was straddling his hips, his fully erect cock pressed against her belly.
Putting his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her to sit up and then grabbed her hips. “Ride me, human,” he demanded.
Eager to have his gorgeous dick inside her, she lifted up on her knees then slowly sank down on his shaft. They both moaned as he penetrated her.
Using his hold on her hips, he lifted her up and then slammed her back down onto him. She didn’t expect it, and pleasure exploded through her body. He kept doing this, his purring making his cock vibrate and hit all the perfect spots.
“I’m so close,” she said as pleasure pulsed through her.
“Come,” he demanded. “Cover my shaft in your juices!”
It was almost as if his voice reached inside her and ripped her orgasm out. Throwing her head back, she screamed. Her climax hit so hard her vision wavered and there was a roaring in her ears.
No, that was Myrum’s roar. Hot cum filled her even as her body convulsed a little.
He used his grip to lift and drop her on his cock a few more times. Both of them were panting when he stopped. Completely spent, she crumpled forward, her upper body landing on his chest with a soft thump.
“Good Talin,” she mumbled, clumsily petting his shoulder. “Good boy.”
He rumbled with amusement as she drifted off in a post-coital haze of pleasure.