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find a new line of work. Or go legit. I could make a decent antiquity merchant.
    What was she going to do with Soren? She couldn’t keep him as a slave . Maybe as a paid servant? No, that wouldn’t work. Her family had servants already and it would look really strange if Lucia came home with someone so alien, just to serve her. Her mother didn’t know what she really did, so it might make her ask questions Lu didn’t want to answer. And she couldn’t just leave him to fend for himself. He had no idea how the universe really worked, and the idea of someone taking advantage of Soren made Lucia seethe.
    You’re stuck with him.
    Not stuck , necessarily. He was amusing, when he wasn’t sniffing the air like a bloodhound and going weird on her.
    But what about it.
    It what?
    The sex! It was wet, wild and fucking scary. You loved it.
    Lucia stopped short, curled her fingers and raised her shoulders in annoyance. “I will not talk to myself, I will not talk to myself , I will not talk to myself .”
    “Natives approaching the ship, captain.”
    Woosah.
    Re’Len was next on her list of issues that continued to grow, it seemed. How could she? Lucia thought she’d been a sweet lady, but she’d been tricked! Last night’s events replayed in her mind as she walked through the ship at a thoughtful pace. It was like a vid; perfectly crisp images flitted behind her eyelids of bodies writhing in a wave of raw, animalistic lust. Her first orgy and she wasn’t sure she would ever want to see one again.
    The door slid open and Lucia descended the ramp, a sour look puckering her forehead. “Re’Len,” she began and stopped short. The male on Re’Len’s right was the one from the previous night; the one who grinned at her. He was grinning now, as if he could read her mind. He knew she recognized him.
    “Lucia,” Re’Len smiled, a mixture of regret and warmth. “I must apologize about the festivities.”
    “Y-yes,” Lu stuttered and dragged her gaze from the male to glare at Re’Len. “I was reduced to a mewling hussy! Literally mewling and whining and rolling around. I don’t even want to think about what shape I’d be in if Soren had drunk whatever was served last night.” I didn’t even think of that until this moment. He’d have ripped my body apart. “I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful for all you’ve done, because I am. I’m very, very appreciative.”
    “I understand,” Re’Len nodded. “The drink is called seetpa ; it is made from the seetkut vines, once the harvest is complete. To us, it aids in pleasure but I have never seen its effect on humans. I must say, your reaction was beautiful.”
    “Very beautiful,” the grinning male purred.
    Lucia’s jaw slackened.
    “It is a shame you did not join with us,” he said, a wicked gleam in his green eyes.
    “But,” Re’Len continued. “Next year, I will be sure to supply another choice of drink, so you will not be forced to endure seetpa’s effects. That is, if you will join us next year. You are welcome to.”
    Lucia pursed her lips, unsure what to say. Re’Len and the Sanruki people of Yu’Lem had been nothing but kind, if not strange. It seemed like Lu was being really rude about the entire thing. It’s just sex. But it was the unknown of what was happening. She really did feel like she was going crazy last night. It seemed pointless now to fuss on about it, after they apologized and invited her back.
    She nodded, distrusting her voice.
    Re’Len and the males smiled and crowed appreciatively. “We come with gifts, before you leave.”
    Now I really feel like an ass.
    “Oh no, that isn’t necessary. You’ve been very welcoming-”
    “Tsst!” Re’Len held up her hand. “I insist.” The wind kicked up and her hair blew in platinum wisps behind her, like she was commanding nature. “Soren is a brave soul, and we are grateful for his protection from the lome beast.” The grinning male stepped forward and held out a large,