Chapter 17

Fox

"We do," I agree. "But I don't want to think about that now. All I want to do is practice those useful vocabulary words and phrases Anna taught you—in the privacy of my quarters."

Helga smiles. "What are we waiting for?"

I rise and lead her out of the interview room. Inside my quarters, I immediately take her in my arms and kiss her. She tastes of wine and the food from dinner. After a minute, I pull back and use one of the new phrases Anna taught her, "Do you like this?" I purposely pronounce my words clearly and slowly.

She answers sweetly with a slight accent, which is adorable to my ears. "I like."

I kiss her again. Both Caroline and Anna speak Alliance but their accents don't compare to Helga's seductive lilt on my language.

My hands begin roaming her small frame. First down her back and over her backside where my hands squeeze and move her closer to my body so there's nothing but clothing separating us. She softly moans as I gently kiss my way down her neck. She tastes so wonderful, salty and sweet. I want to tell her that this is Alliance dessert, but she doesn't have the words to understand me.

My mouth reaches her collarbone and I run my tongue across it, watching as goosebumps appear on her skin. Then I begin to kiss lower, bringing my hands around and slowly passing her hips and then up to cup her breasts through the white shirt she's wearing. I bring my mouth over her nipple through her shirt as I caress her other nipple with my thumb. When I've sucked on so much of the fabric that it's transparent on one breast, I move to the other breast.

Just when I'm about ready to ask her if she likes this, she says one of the new words Anna taught her, "More." And I would have never considered the word erotic until now.

I respond by putting my mouth to Helga's other waiting nipple. I caress it with my tongue while I hold the other one with my hand, wet from my kisses, and caress the taut nipple with my thumb. When both breasts are visible through the wet transparent fabric, I step back just a little and take in her beauty. I wish Anna would have taught her the word beautiful. Instead I say, "I like."

She answers, "More."

I lift up her shirt enough to reveal her waist and immediately unfasten the trousers she's wearing. They're too small for her and I worry she's uncomfortable. I run my fingers over the red marks on her skin and then kiss them. "No," I say to her as I pull the trousers off her and throw them across the room.

I wasn't expecting the underwear. It's not something Helga would wear, I don't think. Before I can ask Helga says, "Anna."

I take off the hot pink lace underwear and throw them across the room too. Now I get to my knees and plunge my face into the source of her growing passion. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I need it and I know Helga wants it too. She's urging me forward with her hands on the back of my head.

"I want," Helga says breathlessly as my tongue licks her labia slowly as she becomes more aroused. I'm well aware humans have hair on their bodies, and I thought this would be something I would find difficult. Now that I'm in the situation, Helga's fur suits her and I find it erotic.

I part her nether lips with my fingers and strategically pleasure her using my decades of practice with women. I'm not in any rush to bring her to orgasm because I'll never get a second chance to make a good first sexual impression. Especially with her, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want her to think of the word orgasm and then immediately associate it with me.

I don't stop edging Helga until she's begging me in her accented Alliance, "Please, please, please, Fox…" Her hands are in my hair, trying to control my head and my tongue.

"No." I know I can still push her body and I will. She'll remember this orgasm for the rest of her life, and she'll remember that I gave it to her.

"Please, please, please…" she says again, begging for release.

My rationale is that she's still talking, so she can be pushed further.

When she hasn't begged in a few minutes, I realize she's right where I want her to be. She's beyond any outside thoughts. It's only her body and my tongue. Inspired by this, I lick her clitoris with even more intensity than before, purposely stroking her with the intention of bringing her over the brink. When the orgasm hits her, she begins to move her hips, and I grab them and hold her still to ride out her orgasm with my face between her thighs.

She's saying, "Yes," over and over again, and it just encourages me more to make her orgasm last as long as possible.

When every last muscle has contracted blissfully and she's slumped over the top of my back, I rise, carrying her over my shoulder and gently placing her on the bed. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me to her. Her blue eyes meet mine and she pulls me down for a kiss. It's seductive when women want to taste themselves on the men who just pleasured them, and this makes me even more aroused thinking about plunging myself between her thighs.

But I can't do that now. This is all I can do and legally be able to say it was for medical purposes to ease her stress after being abducted. If we have sex, then I'll be blamed for seeking my own pleasure, and I don't have UCs for the extra fines.

I back off but do not break eye contact. The last thing I want to say to her is no, but there's no other way without jeopardizing our already precarious situation. "No," I say as gently as I can.

I can see she's disappointed. "Why?"

I can't explain it to her, so I just kiss her cheek and then get up and go to the small wardrobe. I bring out one of my tunics and hand it to her. She throws it back at me.

Judging by her expression, she's just as surprised she did that as I am. I take the tunic back over to her. I roughly strip off the wet t-shirt and throw it in the corner with Anna's other clothing and forcibly put my tunic over Helga's head. I don't know if she's putting up much of a fight or not, because I'm so much stronger than she is. But I need to have her in my tunic so we don't end up having sex. That see-through, wet, white t-shirt was too erotic.

As soon as Helga has on the tunic, she tries to take it off. I don't know why. She wore it all last night and it was fine. Of course, I'm sure she'd prefer human clothing, but this time she needs to do this small thing for me. "Please, Helga," I say.

She's still struggling to take off my tunic.

I repeat myself. "Please, Helga. I need."

Then I think it dawns on her what's going on.

"Sleep," I say and make a hand gesture for sleep.

"I want you to kiss me."

I speak slowly for her. She knows the words I want, so she should be able to make out the rest with a gesture. "I want to," I touch her lips, "kiss you too." Then I take my fingers away. "But no."

"Why?"

I point to the ceiling.

"The doctor?"

She's so clever. "Yes."

Content with this answer, she lies down on the bed. I make myself a place on the floor again but she pats the bed. "Come into bed. I promise, I won't seduce you."

"By just being you, you seduce me, even in my own uniform," I reply, momentarily forgetting she doesn't understand me.

She touches the bed again. "Please, Fox."

I consider this and reckon that she'll be my wife sooner rather than later, and I can control myself to keep my penis out of her, at least for tonight. I'm not a wild beast. So I take off my clothing.

I watch her face as I disrobe, and it's clear she didn't expect me to lie down naked next to her. She begins to take off her borrowed tunic, and I put my hand on hers. "No. We definitely cannot be naked together. And I know human women like pajamas."

I put the blanket over her and hold her to me, the silky blanket and my tunic separating our naked bodies. I turn the lights out by asking the room's computer.

As we lay in the darkness, I try to think about anything but having sex with Helga.

She breaks my train of thought by asking me, "Is your penis normal with those ridges across the top?"

I want to explain to her it's a genetic alteration made to my ancestors by the women who ruled the Empire, but I can't, so I simply say, "Yes." Then I stroke her long blonde hair.

She says the word, "Kaf."

I close my eyes. Hearing her speak my language is too sexy. I try to think about the most boring fixes that could be done to the engine in the hope that we will both fall asleep soon.

During the Watching, I disengage myself from Helga's embrace and sit at my computer naked. I open my messages. My mother has responded. I make sure the bed is set to silent mode and then play it.

"May the goddesses bless you, Son. I've discovered that the woman you've chosen is a servant. Do you really think she's your true other half? I find that difficult to accept. I know you're short on time, but I'm sure your doctor wouldn't mind breaking a few rules. You could find yourself a suitable human wife and use a forced love medication." I balk at the idea of using the illegal drug which mimics the feelings of love. "But if you insist on keeping this servant, I will give you the UCs on the condition that the human you rescued at least passes the most basic of IQ tests. Once she has done that, then you may withdraw the UCs from your GC account. Do not stray into darkness, Fox. Remember there are always alternative solutions to your problems."

I stop the message on my mother's face looking austerely into the camera. I don't want to ask Helga to take an IQ test, that's demeaning. I don't care that she's only a server; she has a kind spirit. I've chosen her, the goddesses have chosen her, and most importantly, she has chosen me.

I check the Des's progress, and once I'm satisfied, I get back into bed. I hold Helga close to me and think, I'm not going to let my mother or anyone else create a wedge of doubt between us.