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  “You stay here, Bingo. I mean it!”

  Bingo shuffles off and hides beneath a console.

  I dash off of the deck, aim my gun, and fire on the first pirate I see attacking members of Bastian’s crew. The Havener pirate falls. I think he is dead because he isn’t moving. I see Bastian wrestling on the floor with another pirate not too far away.

  I run over and wait until I can get a good enough angle. Then I fire on that pirate too. Bastian looks up. His eyes quiver. His lips tremble.

  Bastian gets up off the floor and rushes towards another group of pirates. He fires his gun, twisting and turning to move away from the blasts coming out of the other pirates' guns.

  “There’s a lot of them,” he yells.

  A pirate with a scar on his face is running towards me. Bastian shoots him in the leg, but he keeps coming, so Bastian shoots the gun out of his hand. Then he karate chops the enemy pirate in the neck. The enemy drops on the floor like a sack of Earth’s potatoes.

  I see some of Bastian’s other crew, shooting, while some others are fighting hand to hand. There are some pirates from both sides already dead or severely injured, lying on the floor. Among them is Bellum.

  My heart drops as I roll underneath a low awning near the floor. I shoot the fuckers wearing weird shit in the ankles, feet, wherever I can get them and those bastards fall.

  Soon they are all out. Every single one of the bad ones. Between me, clipping dudes at the ankles and Bastian and his crew members fighting, somehow we’ve managed to stop the attack.

  My hands tremble as I lay my face to the metal floor, but the floor isn’t cold, it’s warm from powering of the ship.

  Bastian rushes over to Bellum. I slide out from underneath the awning. Bastian picks Bellum up off of the floor. He doesn’t seem to care that Bellum’s guts are falling out of his body and his head is half gone.

  He carries Bellum to the deck. The other pirates on his crew follow except for a couple of them. I assume they went to make sure that the rest of the ship is secured.

  Bastian lays Bellum down on the deck floor and stays kneeling by Bellum’s side. I watch as Bastian’s shoulders shake. Bingo runs from his hiding place.

  “Oh no, what happened to Bellum? Bellum is gone?” Bingo asks. He looks up at me.

  Bastian takes a deep breath, stands up, and stalks to his captain’s chair. Then he slams his hand on the panel in front of him. He tightens his jaw. I go over to him. I reach out and touch him. “I’m sorry about Bellum,” I say.

  Bastian flinches, then grabs me by the wrist. “Why did you come?” he asks. “I told you to hide. You could have been killed.” He turns on Bingo. “Why didn’t you stop her?”

  “I couldn’t just let you guys go out there alone,” I say before Bingo can answer.

  Bastian grabs me by the shoulders. He glares at me. “You are nockt nockt.”

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  “What you humans call crazy.”

  “I’ve been called crazy times especially by my sister.”

  Bastian turns away from me quickly. “We must take care of Bellum,” Bastian says. “Go rest in my chambers. Lock the door behind you. I will come to you shortly.”

  “Okay,” I say. “But is there anything I can do to help?”

  “You’ve done enough.”

  I’m not sure if he means that in a negative or positive way, but I’ll go with positive for now. His signals are confusing at times. He laughs when he is annoyed or mad, but he’s calm and matter of fact when he’s pleased with me.

  I walk past Bingo, Bellum, and the others—those dead and alive. When I get to the chambers, I slink inside. Then I lock the door as I was told. Almost immediately, it dawns on me that I didn’t get to see who the former Pirate King Luce was. I wonder if he was even aboard this ship just now. Is he among the dead?

  I lie down on the bed with caution. I stare up at the ceiling. I wonder how long it will be before Cleo begins to suspect that something is wrong. Can’t comm her since my comms were taken away.

  I guess even though I’m free to go, Bastian doesn’t want me giving away our location. So here I am with no comms and thoroughly confused. For some reason, I’m beginning to cry. What they did to Bellum is terrible. And to think that Bastian picked him up like he weighed nothing to him. Never mind the fact that his friends remains fell out and dripped all over him.

  I fall asleep, but then someone shakes me.

  I open my eyes and see that it’s Bastian. His strong, chiseled red face hovers above me. His hazel eyes are wide. His eyelashes are long. Why is that the guys get the longer eyelashes? I sigh. “Is everything okay?” I reach out to him and touch his arm. It’s bare. He’s not wearing his jacket anymore.

  “I need to bathe,” he says. “To wash off the death. I’ve just picked up several of my crew from the floor.”

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Being a pirate is a dangerous thing.”

  That’s all he says on the matter, but I feel like he’s holding back. He likes to steel himself, to shield his tender feelings with anger. I think he does this to cover his feelings up with nonchalance. I wonder if Bastian will ever soften enough to be ideal for me.

  “Well, enjoy your bath,” I say.

  “Don’t you need to bathe too?” he asks. “It’s been a while. You’re starting to stale.”

  “Oh am I?” I ask pushing up. He’s not smiling, but maybe he’s grinning.

  “Come, come bathe with me.”

  I look around the room as if there’s someone I can ask for advice, but of course, there isn’t. And why should I be looking for that? He’s here. I’m here. He’s hot. I’m me. “Where’s Bingo?” I ask.

  “He’s asleep underneath my controls. You like him, don’t you?”

  “Well, he is furry, and furry usually equals cute. Not always, but most of the time. He loves you.”

  Bastian shakes his head. “He annoys me. Every time I turn around he’s there. I’ve had him since I was a boy and I’ve never been able to shake him.”

  “Did your parents give him to you?” I ask.

  “My parents? No. I have no parents.”

  “How is that possible. Of course, you have parents. Everyone has parents.”

  “My parents died in a transport crash when I was just a baby. I was left with Bellum’s family. Bellum’s parents raised me. I found Bingo. They allowed me to keep him. Now I will have to tell Bellum’s parents that their son died all because of me.”

  “Bellum wanted to fight with you,” I say.

  “How do you know that?” Bastian asks.

  “I could tell by the way he looked at you.”

  Bastian hangs his head. “Listen, I’ll bathe with you if you promise to stop bossing me around,” I say.

  Bastian smirks. “I don’t know if one shower warrants that, but we’ll have to see.”

  “Uh huh, we will see.”

  Bastian grabs my hand and leads me outside of his chamber to the compartment next door. “This is my private bathing quarters. We will not be disturbed,” he says. He closes the door behind us.

  10

  Bastian

  I watch Freda Chou remove her clothing. She pulls down her pants first. I admire her smooth, creamy thighs. I want to touch them. The shape of her legs, I also admire.

  Next Freda Chou lifts her shirt above her head. Her small breasts stick out towards me. I know I gave her a hard time earlier, about the size of her breasts, but the truth is that I find all sizes delectable.

  Freda’s nipples are peach and pert. How I long to suck on them. I remove my own shirt, my pants, and my undergear.

  My cock is hard for her. I keep a straight face when I notice her eyes traveling down to my cock, and I watch as her eyes get big. It must be different for her to see me this way, although I only assume that she has never been with a Havener before.

  Her adventurous spirit would make her a good companion for a pirate, but for me, I’m not yet sure. She is qui
ck to act, mostly without thinking. She seems free floating somewhere when I have so much responsibility.

  I shake my head. She bites her lip. I turn to switch the water on in the shower. I grab her hand and help her step up over the lip of the shower basin. The water is cool as I like to take cool showers. They feel nice on my hot skin, but perhaps Freda would like it hotter. I see the goosebumps spreading all over her.

  Before I can ask her if she’d prefer the water to be warmer, she wraps her arms around my waist and pushes up against me. She’s shorter than me, so my cock grazes her belly. I tilt her chin upward, grip it with my hand, then I go in for a kiss on her beautiful soft neck. She bites her lip.

  The water falls on the both of us. As I run my hands up the sides of her body, I notice that the goosebumps have disappeared. Perhaps I’m keeping her warm.

  The cool water pours over her head. She leans her head back to get her hair wet. Her sweet hair curls up into lovely ringlets.

  I run my hand down Freda Chou’s breasts and up again, toggling her nipples in between my fingers. She groans. She reaches down and grabs my cock. I admit I’m startled. She wraps her hand around my cock gently, not tightly and slowly caresses it. She smiles.

  “Even your dick is warm,” she says.

  I nod my head. She strokes my cock back and forth with one hand and fondles my balls with the other. I can’t help but bite my lip.

  “It’s like a big red wand,” she says.

  “A big red wand?” I ask.

  She giggles. I love that giggle of hers. Especially now that I have her. The lightness of her mood makes me even hotter. I turn her around so that her back is to me and place her hands up against the wall. “Open up for me,” I whisper in her ear.

  She tips her butt upward. I reach under and run my finger over her perky clit and through her moist pussy lips. I brush my finger around the rim of her pussy, and then I lower the tip of cock near it and push inside her.

  She’s sopping wet for me, and her pussy is so tight. Freda Chou moans. I lean on her shoulder, just slightly. Careful not to put too much weight on her. “Is this okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?” I ask.

  “It’s fine,” she says gasping. “You feel so good, and so hot inside of me.”

  I stroke in and out of her. With each stroke, a delicious sensation pulses through my cock. I feel my balls stiffening too. I’m so into her. I reach for her breasts and hold them as I slap up against her. The squishing sound we’re making together is like music to my ears. She moans for me. I groan for her.

  She grabs one of my hands and slides it down her smooth belly and onto her pussy. “Rub me,” she says.

  I lick the back of her neck, and I pump into her harder, but I also give her what she requests. I play with her clit. I jiggle it back and forth with my finger, and as I feel her pussy getting tighter and her clit getting stiffer, I even pinch her clit, very lightly of course because it’s so hard.

  I want to see her lovely face, so I pull out of her. She groans with disappointment I think. I tsk her and pick her up to face me, and I lean her back against the shower wall. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I enter into her and thrust into her while balancing her up against the wall. She’s moaning and groaning. I’m frowning because I’m trying to maintain my composure. I look at her. Her eyes are wide but softened.

  “Oh shoot,” she says. “Protection.”

  “I’ve got my gun right over there,” I say, tipping my head towards my pants on the floor.

  “No, like extendables,” she says.

  I mouth the word “Oh.”

  It’s basically too late for that now for the purpose of preventing disease. “Are you on the cessation?” I ask.

  “I am,” she says.

  “Good then. I trust that you are safe. I am certainly safe.”

  “How can you be safe? You’re a pirate?”

  “I’m a safe pirate,” I say. I kiss her on the mouth. Her lips fall open, and I slip my warm tongue into her mouth. She moans. I know it must be the warmth of my tongue that’s getting her. I keep thrusting into her deeper and harder.

  “Don’t come yet,” she says.

  “Don’t you come,” I murmur.

  “I won’t,” Freda Chou says. She raises her eyebrow at me and bites her lip.

  “You won’t?” I ask, pumping into her. Her breasts bounce up and down. I pump and pump. I feel her tighten around my cock and jerk. She cries out.

  When she does this, I don’t think I can help it. I pull out of her. She grabs me immediately, and I cum in her hand. I lean on her for balance as my body shudders.

  “So,” she says almost out of breath, “do you think you can stop bossing me around now?”

  “We’ll see,” I say. “We’ll see.” I shiver.

  11

  Freda

  Omu. Seriously, that was the best sex I’ve ever had. I touch Bastian the Pirate King’s face. I can’t help it. As the water trickles down Bastian’s face, all I can think about is how handsome he is. I think it will be hard to simply fuck him and leave him. Why couldn’t the sex suck? I groan inside my head.

  Bastian gets the soap bar and rubs it in between his hands. The soap looks like the kind you get at the humanetics section at one of the space markets.

  “Do you live on planet in Teros?” I ask.

  “No, never. I live in my ship always when I’m in Teros.”

  I nod. I understand. It’s his ship, and I suppose trying to keep it from getting stolen by other pirates while parked somewhere on planet would prove to be a problem.

  Bastian caresses my body all over with his soapy soaked hands. Every part of me tingles. His warm hands keep me comfortable underneath the cool water.

  He soaps his hands up again and puts his hands in my hair, to wash it. His warm fingertips on my scalp cause it to tingle.

  With my hair good and soaped up, I put my hand out. “My turn,” I say. I soap up my hands and rub them all over his red body.

  His dick is as red as the rest of him, and I don’t know why, but I find his red dick so tantalizing that I feel like blowing him right now. I guess I should hold off on that considering I already gave him the cookie before dinner.

  Bastian leans his head back. He doesn’t smile, which must mean that he’s pleased. I grab ahold of him and lead him so that his back is to the water.

  I continue to soap him up, including the length of dick and his balls. Then I direct him to turn around to face the water so that he can rinse off. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my face on his strong back. I kiss his back too. Then I slap him on the ass. He jerks forward a little.

  “Ay,” he says. “Now you rinse.”

  He moves out of the way and gets behind me. He helps the water along my body until most of the soap is off. He spins me around and tips my head back with both of his hands in my hair. I close my eyes. He’s helping me rinse my hair.

  I feel his soft, warm lips on mine. I feel like I could kiss him forever.

  “Hmm,” I murmur.

  He pulls away. “We need to get you some rest.”

  “Okay, just more. More lips, more tongue.” I reach behind me and grab his cock. “More of this too.”

  “More?” he asks. He frowns.

  “What? You don’t want me?”

  “Of course I do, but I also want you to get some rest. We’ll be at the gate soon, and we’ve got some long days ahead.”

  “If I stay with you, we’ve got some long days ahead,” I say.

  Bastian looks down then back up at me. “If you stay with me then.” He grins.

  I smack him lightly on the chest. “Fine. I’ll stay with you a little bit longer. Maybe for some more hippity-dippity.”

  He looks at me. “Hippity-dippity?”

  I shrug.

  He kisses me again and caresses my cheeks then my shoulders. Then he pets my pussy.

  “Don’t start it up again,” he says with a straight face.

  “I wo
n’t,” I say.

  I step out of the shower, and he slaps me lightly on the ass.

  “Hey,” I say as I take a towel from him, “was the ex-pirate king there earlier? When we were fighting, did we get him?”

  Bastian dries his hair and his body. “No. We did not get Luce. Luce sent his first crew to do his dirty work. We set him back, but believe me he’ll be back.”

  “You mean to tell me he’s still out there?” I ask.

  “That’s exactly true. Luce has a crew ten times the size of mine, and he likes to send them out in waves. I just hope he waits until we reach the other side of the gate. I have comrades on the other side who are willing to help.”

  I can’t believe what I’m hearing, but I did wonder about this Luce. It seems like this ex-pirate King has something in common with the Governor Hiternum Furmi, sending others out to do his dirty work. I want to discuss the Governor with Bastian now, to warn him as if he needs more problems. But I don’t want to pile on him, and I guess I don’t want to have to tell him the story of what happened between Zeid and me.

  I don’t want to ruin a perfectly good moment like this with that terrible story of how Zeid tried to rape me, and how I had to kill him in self-defense.

  Hey, this is as good of a moment one can have, after being attacked by a small horde of pirates. To know there are more to come, well, I don’t know what to feel about that besides terrified.

  How I always get myself into these messes, I don’t know, falling for bad boys and hoping I can change them I guess. Then I slip on the shit every time. That’s what Cleo used to always say about me, that I slip on the shit every time.

  “So how’d you like my shooting? I’m a gunslinger, eh, Bastian?” I wiggle my eyebrows and dry my hair some more.

  Bastian is grim. After I finish drying off and wrapping the towel around myself, I go to him. Bastian wraps the towel around his waist. He grabs my hand and leads me back to the bedchamber. He goes through his metal bureau and yanks out a pair of black pants and a black shirt. He dresses.

  “You look almost human,” I say. “Except for the red skin.”