She cries out, clenching around my cock, and I slow down, grinding her cunt against my cock with deep, hungry strokes as I fill her with my seed. Mine. The word fills my thoughts with savage intensity. It grows stronger every time I claim Ruth, every time I fill her with my release. Mine. Mine. Mine.
"Mine," I breathe aloud as I come down. "All mine."
Ruth wriggles underneath me, letting out a sigh of pleasure. "Yours. And I want to do what's right for us." She picks up our conversation again as if we never paused. "Do you think they're still safe? How close were they to danger with that ice field when we left?"
"They should be fine for another month or two," I tell her, easing my cock from her body. "Wait right here. I'll clean you up."
She puts a hand behind her head, all naked skin and confidence as I call for the cleaner bot installed in the wall. I've modified this one to carry warm, wet towels, since I'm a big fan of having sex with Ruth in my office. I take the first towel it offers and clean myself off, hitching my trou up around my hips. Then I take a fresh towel and move toward my mate. Ruth shivers when I press the towel to her cunt, her gaze thoughtful as I tend to her. "If we have an opening with your uncle, we might need to take it. If he rescinds it or your mother gets word of things, we might miss the opportunity. And it might be better to have a place to bring the humans than to drag the Star all the way out to Risda only to be told to turn around again."
"We're closer to Risda III than to the Buoyant Star as well," I say, cleaning the insides of her thighs. "We need to refuel either way, but it'd be a quicker journey to visit my uncle."
"And when we get back to the Star, everyone's going to want to murder you." Ruth sighs heavily. "As much as I want to make sure the others are all right, it's probably smarter to get things settled with your uncle and then head on to the Buoyant Star with a destination already in mind. You think he'll give you additional guards to protect the shipment?"
I keffing hope not. I work best alone. But I just grunt, running the towel over her pretty cunt again. I love the flush of her folds and how soft her skin is. I could play with her for hours. Kef, maybe I should since one way or another, we're leaving our “honeymoon” as she likes to call it. I run my thumb along the damp seam of her cunt, and when she squirms, it only encourages me to do it again. "I'm sure we can work out the logistics once we come to an agreement."
"And if he doesn't agree to give the humans protection?" Her eyes fill with worry.
It's something I've been thinking about late at night, when she's sleeping. I don't have a farm planet, like my uncle. Most habitable worlds are already claimed by civilizations or old houses that have owned them for thousands of years. But I am good at making—or rather, stealing—credits. "Maybe we can buy an old station somewhere and fix it up. Crew it with some freed a'ani and make it a safe haven for humans."
"That'd be expensive, wouldn't it?"
It would. "I suppose we could always blackmail my mother. In exchange for my silence, she needs to send me my inheritance."
That makes Ruth sit up. "Blackmail? Because you're married to me?" She looks thoughtful. "But we've already spread that all over the universe to get your uncle's attention. We'd need something new." My wife tilts her head, gazing at me. "How do you feel about a sex tape?" She jiggles her breasts at me. "I can say all sorts of obscene things while I dominate you."
I was thinking more like the news of a child, but I do love Ruth's crafty, crafty mind. "That'll be our back-up plan."
My lovely wife makes a pout. "So that means I can't dominate you?"
"Not on tape." I lean in and touch her chin, brushing my mouth over hers. "But we can practice as much as we like until then."
78
STRAIK
Prefalon isn't my station of choice, but refueling there is fairly easy thanks to my old pal Saluruus Bist. The Threshian won't ask a single question. All he wants are untraceable credits in exchange for use of his dock and for fuel, and that's easy enough to do. When we arrive and Bist sends a message instead of coming to greet us, though, I know there's a problem.
"You stay on the ship with the others," I tell Ruth as I tuck a few weapons into my belt. "Kazex, Dopekh, you come with me."