Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six

Night Fall ~ Zandhor & Tallie

Her parents were taken onboard Makayla and Falcon's spaceship when it was determined their ship had the best medical bay. Their injuries would heal, so would the signs of dehydration and starvation.

Bashad was dead. Her parents had revoked her contract with the man after they read Tallie's last note. They made the mistake of telling the crazy man the news without guards present. Bashad had kidnapped them and stolen a spaceship, hiring a crew from the streets of her home planet.

She was a free woman. Her parents would heal from this ordeal and had promised her that she could do as she wanted. And she had plans. Those plans made her heart race, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. But there were things to do before she could put the plans in place.

Walking over to Lauren, she wrapped her arms around her friend. "I'm so sorry you had to do that. But thank you."

Lauren shuddered and said shakily, "I killed a man without using a gun. I have a dragon inside me."

"You did, and you saved me." Tallie squeezed her tight. Wishing she could think of something to say that would help.

Kaitlyn walked over and said, "I know you're shaken by the dragon. But look on the bright side."

Lauren looked up at her cousin, confusion plain on her face. "What bright side?" she asked.

Kait smirked. "You didn't eat him."

Lauren's eyes went wide, and she burst out laughing. They all started laughing. Lauren had run from her mate right after meeting him and because she watched him eat a man.

God, Tallie loved these women. They all found the light and the happiness. No matter what happened to them. She wanted to find some of that light.

Tallie told Makayla that she and Lauren had found the cafeteria and the captain's room on the Siloth ship. She gave the woman the data device she'd discovered behind the painting, and then, after explaining what she had planned for the night, she checked with Randi and Rachael. She was happy to discover the ship had more than enough electricity and water for her plans.

Zandhor and the rest of the men from Tallie's crew were talking to Daxter. They were helping secure Bashad's small army for transport to a Megoth prison. Huh, she hadn't known there were prisons on this planet. But she watched the gladiators. They were moving differently. Heads up, shoulders back. Suddenly she smiled, realizing the difference. They were proud of what they'd done. They were able to use their skills to help keep everyone safe when they captured Bashad's men. She was proud of them, too. At that moment, she altered her plans. Her men needed to understand how far Tallie and her friends would go to abolish slavery and reeducate those they rescued. And she had a great idea how to include them.

As the prisoners were taken away, Tallie made her way over to them. Zandhor's face lit up, and he held out his hand for her, drawing her to his side when she took it. Part of her relaxed. Happy he wasn't regretting their kiss.

He gave her a little squeeze and looked down into her face, smiling. "The men and I thought we would camp tonight in the tunnels. Will you be staying on one of the ships, or would you like to go with us?"

She smiled up at him. "I have a better idea. Would all of you please come with me?"

A few minutes later, they stood at the entrance to the slave ship. She turned to where she could see them all. She'd already handed out either an Earth flashlight or one of the Siloth light globes to each of them so they wouldn't get caught in the dark—and showed them how to use them.

She took a deep breath. "I'm not sure if you know, but this is the Siloth ship that was used by the men who kidnapped me and each of the women that were here today. We were all slaves. Some of us for a very short time before we were able to force the Siloth to land on Megoth. Some, like Natacha, have been a slave all their life. Our goal is to end slavery. We will do it on this planet first, with the blessing of Daxter and his family. Not only will we be rescuing slaves on Megoth and any planet we find them, but we will be helping them heal. Teach them how to live a free life and how to take care of themselves. How to work and make money to live. We will run a school of sorts for this and provide housing."

Turning, she walked into the ship and headed for the elevators. Leading the men inside. "This ship will now be part of our mission. We are going to fix it, not so it can fly, but so it can be a home for rescued slaves. I'll show you what I mean, and I would like your help. I would like you all to choose a room. Spend the night. Have something to eat in the cafeteria. There is lots of food and the machines work like the ones on my ship. So, you should be able to figure that out."

She stepped out on the floor she and Lauren had explored and showed them the cafeteria. Then she took them into one of the rooms, taking blankets out of the closet, opening the bathroom doors. "In the morning, we can meet in the cafeteria and you can tell me what you think we need to add to the rooms. Or what you think we should do to help those we rescue. You all have been slaves for a long time. I need you to think about if you stayed in this ship, what would you need? And then let me know."

Taking Zandhor by the hand, she led him away from the others. Leaving the men to decide what rooms they wanted, and what to do first. She stood in front of the door to the captain's room and looked up at him. She took a deep breath. "If you want, I thought we could sleep here." And she pressed her palm to the panel beside the door, and it slid open.

Zandhor didn't look at the room. He looked down at Tallie. Making serious eye contact. "I would gladly sleep with you anywhere. But someday I would like more than sleep."

Tallie grinned. "Good. Me too." Then the grin faded. "I… need to warn you. I was… abused and…"

Before she could get the courage to explain, Zandhor leaned in and gently kissed her lips. "We both have… issues. Let us promise each other—if you get uncomfortable for any reason—you say stop and I will stop. I ask that you do the same. If I step away or say no… we stop. We cannot foresee the difficulties we might have. But know that every fiber of my being… is calling out for this."

She smiled up at him, and Zandhor leaned in for another kiss. As he devoured her mouth, he walked her backward into the room, and the door closed. Locking them in together. That was one of the things she asked Randi to fix… the door could only be triggered with Tallie's handprint.

Forgetting about the door, she got lost in the feel of him. In soft lips, and trailing fingers. Her body melted into his.

After a long minute, Zandhor raised his head. He was breathing heavily. That made Tallie smile.

She stepped back and walked over to the bathroom. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled. "You need to see this," she said and stepped through the open door and turned to wait for him. The heated expression on his face was exactly what she wanted to see.

Zandhor

Avidly, Zandhor watched Tallie move through the room. His heart skipped a beat when she stood looking down at the biggest bathtub he'd ever seen. He could imagine laying in hot water with her, having her pale, pink-tinted flesh pressed against his dark blue.

But she shook her head and moved to the shower. Her smile was a little shy when she said, "The tub is for later." Then reached in and turned the water on. He just noticed that the space for that shower was much larger than what was available on Tallie's ship.

After setting a few bottles of colored liquid on a shelf, she turned and put her hands at the bottom of her shirt. With a deep breath, she pulled the fabric over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her slender fingers plucked at the flowing material of the pants she wore. She grinned up at him. "I made these out of one of my dresses. I like the pants Kait and Lauren wear, but we don't have clothing like that on my planet."

"We'll find you some," he murmured. Not knowing what he said. Zandhor couldn't think. He stepped closer to her. Mesmerized by the sight of this woman. Her very pale, pink flesh looked so soft. Reaching out, he carefully drew one finger down from her throat, sliding over her skin until he reached her breasts.

He was amazed at their size. He had expected barely there mounds and instead he got full handfuls he could measure and tease. So he did, cupping one breast with his hand. His heart raced at the sight of his blue flesh against the pale splendor of her.

Sliding his thumb back and forth over her nipple, he gloried at the hitch in her breath. And when he bent to lick that nipple with his ridged tongue… she moaned long and loud, then playfully pushed him back.

"Strip," she demanded. "The water won't last forever, and I want my hands on you." Then she wiggled out of her pants, turned, and stepped under the heated mist.

For several heartbeats, Zandhor got lost in the vision of her ass and the small flick of her pink tufted tail. Then he followed her seconds later.

Tallie was serious about getting her hands on him. A heartbeat after he stepped under the pounding spray, Zandhor watched Tallie fill her hands with liquid from one of the bottles. She rubbed and lathered her hands together before stepping up to him and smoothing her palms over his shoulders. Slowly, she trailed a soapy hand down the center of his chest. Taking her time, gliding over his muscled contours, she paused to rub over his nipples and then she traced each one of his ribs. The light, soft strokes were driving him crazy.

His eyes glazed over, focused on the pink tuft of hair on the top of her head. Closing out the world, he wanted to freeze this moment in time by committing to memory the incredibly arousing touch of his woman. Because after this, he would never let her go. She was his.

He held his breath… waiting as she slowly, so slowly, moved lower. Until eventually, she reached the path of dark blue hair that narrowed to his groin. "Tallie!" he groaned the words and reveled in the overwhelming sensuality of Tallie's slick, warm hands as they slipped over his shaft. He felt his cock swell within the confines of her grip. She paused when she felt the ridges circling his shaft, but that didn't stop her.

Tallie wrapped her fingers around Zandhor's shaft and stroked him. Tentatively at first, then with growing strength and speed. It was perfect! He opened his eyes and groaned in ecstasy. Then spread his legs apart and leaned in, bracing his hands on the opposite wall, trapping Tallie within his arms. Water sprayed over them both, running in rivulets down the lengths of their bodies.

She leaned in and stuck her long, dark pink tongue out to lap his flesh, moving to follow the course of one of those small streams of water with her tongue. After a little creative maneuvering, she dropped to her knees in front of him. He held his breath, waiting for her to take him in her mouth.

Slowly, so slowly, she leaned forward.

Legs shaking, it took everything he had to hold himself upright when Tallie slipped her lips over the head of his cock and sucked his shaft inside the heat of her mouth. She pulled back, examining the three ridges surrounding his girth with first her fingers, then her tongue. The sight of her obvious enjoyment in his body made his cock expand even more.

Once again, she took him in her mouth and then ran her hand up from the base, bringing her mouth and fist together in the middle. The combined motion drove him nuts, as did the slow pumping rhythm and the teasing swirl of her tongue.

Pulling back, she licked around the head and opened her mouth, surrounding him in sweet heat.

He kept his head down, enjoying the view as she bobbed her head over his cock. He saw her glistening lips slide up and down his straining flesh. The sight of her pink tongue darting out to tease him even more made him grit his teeth. Her tail was thrashing behind her, steadily increasing its pace.

He was going to lose it soon. "Tallie!" The single word burst from his soul. He shifted his body to keep the spray from getting in her face, and at the same moment, she brought her free hand up to cup his balls, squeezing gently.

He couldn't take anymore. "Enough," he growled. Reaching down, he lifted Tallie to her feet and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hungrily. He inserted his hand between their slippery bodies to palm her breast, lightly pinching the nipple between his thumb and finger. Tallie gasped in his mouth and gyrated her body.

Moaning, she shifted against him with each movement. Drawing back, Zandhor switched their positions and turned her around, helping her bend over and place her hands on the small bar running across the back wall.

He put his hands on her hips, lifting her just a little, slipping his hand between her legs to make sure she was slick for him. The shower was bigger than most, but it would still be a tight fit for what he wanted.

He lifted Tallie just a bit more and shifted her tail to the side. As he did, he found the base worked as a perfect handle. He gently pulled her ass toward him and used his knees to open her stance. Taking his cock in his other hand while keeping a tight hold on her tail, Zandhor pressed slowly forward, guiding his length inside her slick passage.

They both moaned at the tight fit, gasping for air. "You, okay?" Zandhor managed to bite out.

"Move!" she begged, and he surged forward, answering her demand.

He pulled back, and then couldn't stop himself from plunging in and out of her clasping channel, rocking his hips. Reveling in her cries for more and faster… he met those pleas, moving faster and faster until he could feel his balls draw up in preparation for his release.

Leaning over her back, he wrapped his arm around her waist, smoothing his hand down her stomach until he could delve between her folds and stroke the tight bud of her clit. Dropping his head, he nuzzled the side of her neck with his lips and tongue. Felt her body tense in readiness for her orgasm.

Zandhor rode Tallie's first climax, gritting his teeth to keep from joining her. When she shattered a second time, he pumped his cock furiously and allowed his body to explode.

Standing under the spray, he struggled to breathe. Finally, when he could move again, he shut off the water and pressed the air-dry button. Smiling at Tallie's slack features. She'd had enough.

He held his mate under the air until the water drops left her skin. Then he scooped Tallie's limp form into his arms and gently carried her to his bed. Tonight, she was safe in his arms and if he had anything to say about it—this was where she'd be every night from now on.

Tallie

She woke with a start. Her heart thumped in fear when she realized she couldn't see where she was. Back in a cage?

The feel and scent of the man underneath her—helped force the nightmare away.

Zandhor.

She remembered where she was and what they'd done in the shower.

As she lay there—draped face down over her man, she realized her legs were open and arranged over his sides. She could feel that wonderful, ridged cock nudging her pussy every time he drew a breath.

It was maddening. She wanted more. Grinning, she figured, why not? Carefully, she sat up—and sank over his heat. She sucked in a breath. That felt so good.

In the dark—Zandhor groaned.

Tallie could feel his shaft expand inside her.

He wiggled and lifted his hips, pushing against her. Then he hissed, "Tallie!"

With her knees on the bed, she straddled Zandhor's hips. Tallie braced her hands on his chest and rocked forward. Lifting off his cock, she slowly slid back down. In this position, she felt every ridge drag through her sensitive folds. "So good," she growled.

His fingers dug into her flesh and helped guide her up—then down. One hand released her, and she heard him fumbling… until the light came on.

"I need to see this," he gasped. Then put both hands back on her hips. "Ride me," he commanded.

Tallie grinned. She'd be happy to ride him. She rose over Zandhor and settled, undulating her hips, raising and lowering fast… and then slow. Switching from a rough, almost violent rhythm to one of rolling flexibility. Just a gentle caress. Learning what she liked with each movement and repeating it. Listening for the sounds he made, at the tight hiss and guttural moan… then repeating what she'd done to make those sounds.

She kept them both on the edge—with orgasm just out of reach. Stretching out the pleasure.

Until Zandhor snapped. Hissing, "You're driving me mad." He flipped their positions and raised over her. Taking control.

Tallie stretched, got her legs under her, and raised her hips. Meeting Zandhor's every downward thrust.

He drove into Tallie until she screamed through the first orgasm, whimpered through the second, and flat out begged Zandhor for mercy after the third…

She felt him come inside her and sighed, both in relief and happy satisfaction.

Zandhor nuzzled her neck. Whispering, "My Tallie." Then rolled to his side and pulled her into his arms.

Within moments, Tallie was asleep again, her nightmare forgotten, and a happy smile on her face.