things she’d never expected to.
In that instant, the scent of pheromones whispered into her nasal passages and her eyes flew open.
“Brave words, for one so completely at our mercy.”
Monica gasped with fury at the amusement lacing Shauss’ taunt, then gasped with something else as both men pulled their tunics over their heads and dropped them to the floor. Their pheromones were thickening the air now, making every breath she dragged into her lungs a chore.
God, it so wasn’t fair how gorgeous they were! Shauss had left his hair hanging free, and the long straight fall of black and pale blue silk raining across his shoulders was enough to make her mouth water. His chest was impossibly wide, leanly muscled and liberally furred with silky black hair, and she wanted nothing more at the moment than to rub her face in it, to knead it like a cat and purr with the joy of it.
Who’d have thought neural restraints would be a good thing?
Kellen’s naked torso was deeper and browner, bulging with a leashed power that made her bones feel watery. Oh , crap …
“You don’t want me,” she choked out, forcing her eyes to his face.
“I have an erection that says otherwise.” Kellen’s eyes glinted as he stood there, arms akimbo, and damn it, she just had to look. And then gape, heart pounding, at the ridge trying to fight its way out of his loose-fitting black pants.
“I’ll see your erection and raise you two blue balls,” Shauss quipped, causing her eyes to skitter to the left. God, she shouldn’t have looked.
“I’m deformed!” she gasped.
“In what way? You look perfect to me. Good enough to eat, in fact.”
Shauss’ deliberate words sparked a fire of confusion in her chest and cheeks; pleasure that such a beautiful male thought she looked perfect, embarrassed remembrance that she’d once said those very words to the commander, and oh God, yes, desire, thick and heavy, at the mental image his words evoked. When she’d said them to the commander, her intention had been purely innocent, but Shauss’ tone was far from that. Blood pounded in her head from the odor of their arousal, coursing downward through her veins to pool in her nipples and belly, and between her thighs.
Her palms and the soles of her feet were beginning to burn.
“My genitals,” she managed to squeak. “They’ve never been right.” And at the moment, the way they both smelled made her wish that wasn’t the case.
Kellen’s reply immediately made her wish she’d kept her mouth shut.
“Maybe we’d better take a look.”
57
Robin L. Rotham
*
Empran , reflect full - body image , station one .
At his nod, Shauss stepped to the head of the bed and took Monica’s tousled head between his palms, turning it so she looked directly up.
Her eyes widened in shock as the flare field solidified overhead, reflecting her naked figure.
“What is that?” she gasped.
“That’s you.”
“That is not me! I don’t look like that.”
“You do now,” Kellen told her.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but there’s no mirror up there. It’s a trick.”
“You’re right, as it happens. That’s not a mirror, but a molecular flare field, like the one we used to transport you up here. And the white field we used to confine you.” At his silent prompt, Empran momentarily switched the field to white mode before restoring her image.
Kellen tried to see her as she would be seeing herself for the first time. Her hair, having grown more than a foot since she’d last seen her reflection, was now a motley tangle of brown and ash-blonde, with chalky black ends. Her face had become long and hollow and her eyes, away from the yellow cast of her home planet, looked nearly purple, their sockets deep and dark.
Tendons stretched in a neck as long and fragile-looking as a sumiswan’s, and her collarbones, ribs and hipbones stood out in stark relief against her sunken torso. Her limbs, already long, were now the stuff of
In that instant, the scent of pheromones whispered into her nasal passages and her eyes flew open.
“Brave words, for one so completely at our mercy.”
Monica gasped with fury at the amusement lacing Shauss’ taunt, then gasped with something else as both men pulled their tunics over their heads and dropped them to the floor. Their pheromones were thickening the air now, making every breath she dragged into her lungs a chore.
God, it so wasn’t fair how gorgeous they were! Shauss had left his hair hanging free, and the long straight fall of black and pale blue silk raining across his shoulders was enough to make her mouth water. His chest was impossibly wide, leanly muscled and liberally furred with silky black hair, and she wanted nothing more at the moment than to rub her face in it, to knead it like a cat and purr with the joy of it.
Who’d have thought neural restraints would be a good thing?
Kellen’s naked torso was deeper and browner, bulging with a leashed power that made her bones feel watery. Oh , crap …
“You don’t want me,” she choked out, forcing her eyes to his face.
“I have an erection that says otherwise.” Kellen’s eyes glinted as he stood there, arms akimbo, and damn it, she just had to look. And then gape, heart pounding, at the ridge trying to fight its way out of his loose-fitting black pants.
“I’ll see your erection and raise you two blue balls,” Shauss quipped, causing her eyes to skitter to the left. God, she shouldn’t have looked.
“I’m deformed!” she gasped.
“In what way? You look perfect to me. Good enough to eat, in fact.”
Shauss’ deliberate words sparked a fire of confusion in her chest and cheeks; pleasure that such a beautiful male thought she looked perfect, embarrassed remembrance that she’d once said those very words to the commander, and oh God, yes, desire, thick and heavy, at the mental image his words evoked. When she’d said them to the commander, her intention had been purely innocent, but Shauss’ tone was far from that. Blood pounded in her head from the odor of their arousal, coursing downward through her veins to pool in her nipples and belly, and between her thighs.
Her palms and the soles of her feet were beginning to burn.
“My genitals,” she managed to squeak. “They’ve never been right.” And at the moment, the way they both smelled made her wish that wasn’t the case.
Kellen’s reply immediately made her wish she’d kept her mouth shut.
“Maybe we’d better take a look.”
57
Robin L. Rotham
*
Empran , reflect full - body image , station one .
At his nod, Shauss stepped to the head of the bed and took Monica’s tousled head between his palms, turning it so she looked directly up.
Her eyes widened in shock as the flare field solidified overhead, reflecting her naked figure.
“What is that?” she gasped.
“That’s you.”
“That is not me! I don’t look like that.”
“You do now,” Kellen told her.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but there’s no mirror up there. It’s a trick.”
“You’re right, as it happens. That’s not a mirror, but a molecular flare field, like the one we used to transport you up here. And the white field we used to confine you.” At his silent prompt, Empran momentarily switched the field to white mode before restoring her image.
Kellen tried to see her as she would be seeing herself for the first time. Her hair, having grown more than a foot since she’d last seen her reflection, was now a motley tangle of brown and ash-blonde, with chalky black ends. Her face had become long and hollow and her eyes, away from the yellow cast of her home planet, looked nearly purple, their sockets deep and dark.
Tendons stretched in a neck as long and fragile-looking as a sumiswan’s, and her collarbones, ribs and hipbones stood out in stark relief against her sunken torso. Her limbs, already long, were now the stuff of
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