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supposed it was probably fairly impressive.
She heard the music first, a faint wash of sound in the normally oppressive silence of the big ship, punctuated by a hint of laughter. When Ran scanned through and the door opened, she saw the large crowded room with a feeling of trepidation, but he took her arm and urged her through, and she stepped inside.
Instantly, almost everyone in the room scrambled to their feet, staring at her.
No, she realized, not at her, but behind her to where Ian towered over her diminutive human height. He said coolly, “At ease."
They relaxed, sank back down, and that was when their interested stares actually transferred to her. Through the sea of males, her entourage led her to a table and politely waited as she sat down. Immediately, a waiter arrived with several bottles and glasses, and slowly, the conversation and music resumed.
When they had suggested she hadn't left the room in weeks and asked if she cared to accompany them to the recreation area, she had jumped at the chance. But she hadn't thought about the fact it would be mostly soldiers, or that everyone would be curious to see the human female who was assigned to please the three most important men on the ship.
"Everyone is looking at me,” she muttered, taking a sip from her glass.
"Of course.” Ran looked amused, the low lighting gilding his chestnut hair and handsome face. “Males like to admire lovely females and you are more noticeable than most."
"We're showing you off,” Larik informed her with his irresistible grin. “It's a bit arrogant of us, I suppose."
"My officers claim I'm more relaxed than usual.” Ian poured himself a glass of the sweet wine she had grown to like. “Now they will know why."
"Why aren't there any other women here?” She glanced around, still saw she was the center of attention, and flushed.
"There are a few S-species female officers.” Ran looked bland, lounging in his chair as he gazed at her. “The captives don't normally have time to relax often. Remember, there are only three of us and we keep you busy enough."
It was true. She rarely had much time to herself and though she had lost track of the passing days, Ran had told her they had been out now two of the three months it would take to get to their destination.
"You said it was getting monotonous to stay in our quarters all the time.” Larik generously filled his glass.
She had, but, despite the unfamiliar music playing and the clink of glasses and low hum of voices, it was still another room filled with men who looked at her with only one thing in mind. “I admit I didn't expect to be of such interest."
"Speaking of female officers, here comes Liale, Colonel.” Larik looked past her shoulder, and Jerra fought the urge to turn and look, held in place by the sudden change in Ian's expression. After months of sharing quarters, meals, and her body with each one of them, she had begun to know them quite well individually. She hated to admit Lieutenant Herad was right about anything, but she had grown to feel honored to be chosen for the assignment given to her. Though they were not at all the same, her three lovers were all inherently nice , in and out of bed. They enjoyed her, but truthfully, only with the provision she enjoyed them, too. The giving of pleasure was a mutual journey, and she was not just the convenient receptacle for their lust.
In her mind, she had categorized them more than once. Larik was completely intellectual, yet constantly irreverent, and he considered sex light-hearted play, often tickling and teasing her, and they laughed together frequently even in bed. They had become fast friends also in a platonic way, and played games in the afternoons, usually squabbling over the results. He loved to make the most outrageous sexual wagers on the outcome, and she had learned to not press her luck, for with his mathematical inclinations, he could figure the odds and bet with uncanny accuracy.
Ian Helm was the
She heard the music first, a faint wash of sound in the normally oppressive silence of the big ship, punctuated by a hint of laughter. When Ran scanned through and the door opened, she saw the large crowded room with a feeling of trepidation, but he took her arm and urged her through, and she stepped inside.
Instantly, almost everyone in the room scrambled to their feet, staring at her.
No, she realized, not at her, but behind her to where Ian towered over her diminutive human height. He said coolly, “At ease."
They relaxed, sank back down, and that was when their interested stares actually transferred to her. Through the sea of males, her entourage led her to a table and politely waited as she sat down. Immediately, a waiter arrived with several bottles and glasses, and slowly, the conversation and music resumed.
When they had suggested she hadn't left the room in weeks and asked if she cared to accompany them to the recreation area, she had jumped at the chance. But she hadn't thought about the fact it would be mostly soldiers, or that everyone would be curious to see the human female who was assigned to please the three most important men on the ship.
"Everyone is looking at me,” she muttered, taking a sip from her glass.
"Of course.” Ran looked amused, the low lighting gilding his chestnut hair and handsome face. “Males like to admire lovely females and you are more noticeable than most."
"We're showing you off,” Larik informed her with his irresistible grin. “It's a bit arrogant of us, I suppose."
"My officers claim I'm more relaxed than usual.” Ian poured himself a glass of the sweet wine she had grown to like. “Now they will know why."
"Why aren't there any other women here?” She glanced around, still saw she was the center of attention, and flushed.
"There are a few S-species female officers.” Ran looked bland, lounging in his chair as he gazed at her. “The captives don't normally have time to relax often. Remember, there are only three of us and we keep you busy enough."
It was true. She rarely had much time to herself and though she had lost track of the passing days, Ran had told her they had been out now two of the three months it would take to get to their destination.
"You said it was getting monotonous to stay in our quarters all the time.” Larik generously filled his glass.
She had, but, despite the unfamiliar music playing and the clink of glasses and low hum of voices, it was still another room filled with men who looked at her with only one thing in mind. “I admit I didn't expect to be of such interest."
"Speaking of female officers, here comes Liale, Colonel.” Larik looked past her shoulder, and Jerra fought the urge to turn and look, held in place by the sudden change in Ian's expression. After months of sharing quarters, meals, and her body with each one of them, she had begun to know them quite well individually. She hated to admit Lieutenant Herad was right about anything, but she had grown to feel honored to be chosen for the assignment given to her. Though they were not at all the same, her three lovers were all inherently nice , in and out of bed. They enjoyed her, but truthfully, only with the provision she enjoyed them, too. The giving of pleasure was a mutual journey, and she was not just the convenient receptacle for their lust.
In her mind, she had categorized them more than once. Larik was completely intellectual, yet constantly irreverent, and he considered sex light-hearted play, often tickling and teasing her, and they laughed together frequently even in bed. They had become fast friends also in a platonic way, and played games in the afternoons, usually squabbling over the results. He loved to make the most outrageous sexual wagers on the outcome, and she had learned to not press her luck, for with his mathematical inclinations, he could figure the odds and bet with uncanny accuracy.
Ian Helm was the
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