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“No need,” Queen Pantyitch cut her off. “I can supply everything you need—both for you and your male-wife. Now, come.”
She was already leaving the room and Andi felt that she had no choice but to follow her. Clearly the head of the Ruling Collective was used to being obeyed.
Andi rose and cast a look over her shoulder at Thrax. Their eyes met and she raised her eyebrows. Should we?
Thrax shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling under the abbreviated leather shirt he wore. Looks like we already are, the gesture said.
It reassured Andi and she nodded. This was clearly the best chance they were going to get to rescue Commander Kier—they’d better take it.
Andi followed Queen Pantyitch and her male-wife out of the room with Thrax close behind her.
She had no idea she and her partner were walking into a nightmare.
13
THRAX
“Well that was a fucking interesting ride,” Thrax remarked, as soon as they stepped into the guest quarters of the milking farm and were finally alone.
Alone was the right word too, he thought grimly. The facility was located in the middle of a vast swamp where the smell of the Fume was even stronger. It was the only building on the single floating platform which was the only visible structure for miles around.
The platform the farm was located on was closer to the swamps than the ones on the Southern Continent had been—a lot closer. The surface of the water was visible out the rounded window and Thrax could see the ridged backs of the massive kroc-o-wow reptilians swimming in the murky gloom just outside.
However, it wasn’t their remote location or the danger lurking outside that was uppermost on his mind at the moment. It was the discomfort he was feeling.
The ride from the Southern Continent to the Northern Continent had taken several hours, since Queen Pantyitch’s shuttle wasn’t nearly as fast as a Kindred ship. It wasn’t as smooth either—they’d hit many patches of turbulence caused by the rising marsh gasses—or so Queen Pantyitch told them.
The entire trip Andi had been seated in his lap and the many bouts of turbulence had caused her soft, rounded bottom to rub against his shaft in an extremely distracting way. After getting to suck his partner’s nipples and taste her pussy and then having her rubbing against him for two solid hours, Thrax felt ready to fucking explode.
He wondered if the fresher was anywhere near—he could really use a few minutes to take himself in hand and get some relief from the massive case of blue balls he’d acquired during this mission.
But from the look on Andi’s face, he wasn’t going to get that time to himself—at least, not yet. She was frowning and had her hands on her hips—clear signs that she had something to say.
“All right. Come on—what is it?” He sat down on the side of the bed, which was on a raised platform that floated on a cushion of air. It rocked gently with his weight as he settled.
“’What is it?’ How can you ask me that?” Andi demanded.
“I’m asking because I want to know what’s got you all worked up,” Thrax said, frowning. “I know that look on your face—you’re not happy about something. So tell me what it is so we can fix it.”
“What I’m not happy about is you!” Andi exclaimed. “Why didn’t you just pretend to go down on me during the dinner feast like we agreed?”
Thrax felt a surge of guilt. It was true he’d gone off script during the feast—more than just off script. He’d broken his partner’s trust—a thing he’d never wanted to do.
“Andi, look, I know I fucked up,” he said, trying to make amends. “I shouldn’t have tasted you like that.”
“No, you shouldn’t.” She glared at him. “So why did you do it?”
“I didn’t mean to,” Thrax protested. “I just…got so fucking carried away when I put my face between your thighs. I mean, finally getting to fulfill a fantasy like that?—”
“Wait, hold on. Are you saying you fantasize about me?” For some reason she looked even more upset.
Uh-oh…Thrax was trapped and he knew it.
“Look, I mean, you’re my partner but you’re also a beautiful woman,” he began, trying to find a way to mitigate the damage. “And I was already so fucking worked up from finally getting to touch your breasts and suck your tight nipples?—”
“Thrax, I can’t believe this!” She shook her head. “So all this time, that’s all I’ve been to you? Just some kind of a…a sex object?”
“No!” he exploded, his frustration boiling over. “Of course not! You’re my partner. Seven Hells, you’ve saved my life and I’ve saved yours several times over. We depend on each other.”
