Angel 6.0: Concubine (Space Opera Romance) by Travis Luedke

Author:Travis Luedke [Luedke, Travis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-24T00:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 7

“Don’t you dare start crying, dammit. I hate when women cry!”

I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood watching the Gran as they retreated down the hallway, finally leaving us alone. Somehow, I had connected with the Captain, he believed me. Or maybe he left us alone for other reasons I couldn’t understand. They were not human, and it would be a mistake to ascribe human characteristics to their actions.

“I’m not crying for you.” I turned to him, uncaring that he stared at my breasts.

“You’re this overjoyed about a bottle of shampoo? Don’t take much to please you.”

I wrinkled my nose at him. “I need to bathe, and so do you. Now strip, and turn on the water. If you’re nice to me, I’ll wash you.”

He frowned and did nothing, so I flipped the lever on the wall at the shower and instantly felt the warmth of scalding mist. If I could ever find a reason to believe in God and heaven, I assumed that heaven must include hot steamy mists that glide down your body and wash away all the grime and stink. I stood there for a time, soaking up the delightful warmth, moaning in pleasure.

I always loved bathing, but Nugene had strict rules about fresh water conservation. I never understood, because we had filtration systems that removed all the impurities, with a 99% recovery rate. We received regular shipments of ice blocks from Europa. We literally had tons and tons of water on that station, but they were always concerned about the birthing chambers and all the water they needed to produce and maintain the worker drones.

Drones were the number one priority. Had to keep the Cats in good supply … or else.

“Are you planning to stand there forever, or let me have a shot at it?”

He had stripped his clothes and was now crowding me with his stench-covered pale body. A muscular, slim, sexy pale body. I leaned back against the wall and let the steam roll down the front of me as he slipped under the jets and wet himself in the mist. The smell was so thick I could almost taste it. I started squirting shampoo all over him.

“Hey, what the fuck?”

“Stay still. You haven’t bathed in forever.”

I lathered him all up and down, and he shut up quickly. I had bathed Carver many times – using his ident override was the only way to get past the station’s water restrictions. Carver’s cabin was one of the few that had an actual water-based shower instead of the sonic ones everyone else used.

Washing the Criminal wasn’t much different from washing my dead lover, except he was so pale. I’d grown accustomed to the dark skin and contours of Carver’s body. I’d never appreciated another man’s body besides Carver, and it seemed strange.

“Calm down girl.”

I stroked his cock, squirted some soap on it again and stroked him some more. He was already hard in my hand, and groaning. I pulled and squeezed his soapy head and slid down to wash his soapy balls.

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