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Chapter 8 by afcwenterburn afcwenterburn

What's next?

"I feel so...needy."

All her life...all his life, Rene had trained to be strong. Powerful. A man. A mighty warrior. Major Rene Narciso felt like a different person, someone from ancient history, so far away now. But he remembered General Gil Shen, and the missions they undertook together to build a safer, better Confederation.

But suddenly those memories were coloured very differently now. He imagined the general, in the swarthy clothes of Gord, tanned and sweaty and swarthy. Or the General, in Luke's "Master Abdul" outfit, a rich trader with valuable knowledge and skills. The thought made Rene tingle, made Rene's knees weak with desires. She closed her knees, resisting the temptation of the **** Bane.

The gesture looked very different to Kyra. It looked like Rene, half-closing her eyes, fantasizing about sexual scenarios (which she was). It looked like Rene, squeezing her thighs together so she could feel something between her legs, so she could rub them for for relief (which she did). It looked like Rene's lips were puffing out, her nipples pressing out, begging to be touched (which she wanted).

"Beg me, Rene." Kyra's eyes glittered with the lust for power, as she gently caressed Rene's hair. She glanced around -- not a single sailor was going to stop her, not for all the treasure in the world. She grinned and returned to Rene's hair, fingernails making little tinkle-tackle sounds against the metal of the Bendari flower basket. Rene could feel nothing but the jangle of the piecemetal, and yet, she could hear the sounds perfectly, knew exactly where Kyra would be tapping on her...

"Beg me for it, promise me a favour to be claimed in the future, and I just might help..." Kyra placed her palms on Rene's ribs, thumbs teasing just under the edges of Rene's heavy breasts, at the very edge of what Rene could feel and be aroused by. Titillated, that was the word. It hinted at, but was so far away from what Rene really wanted.

"Please, Kyra, I beg," Rene felt the words leave her lips, heard herself say it, like a passenger. Inside her, another wall crumbled and her will lost another battle against the **** bane. "I'll do it, any favour you ask -- please, Kyra, please!"

The Plot Progresses...

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