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Thebanis had onboard it a strong, no-nonsense Jarp who worked hard for its
pay. Over the years, Darkblood had earned its wealth in ways honest and hard
(and sometimes not so honest, yet still hard). HReenee appreciated her
captain's strength of character and powerful sense of purpose. It felt at no
disadvantage to be a Jarp among Galactics. It felt quite the opposite,
articulating what most Jarps seldom said aloud. "I can be a man or a woman to
anyone of any sex," it had told HReenee after an evening in which it had been
both to her. "If these Galactics could experience sexuality from both
sides-complete with hormonal influences-they would finally see that the way
they treat each other is so thoughtlessly cruel and petty." 52 HReenee agreed.
She had learned more about Galactics from this Jarp than from all her time
with Pentamahomet Ramzi and Kislar Jonuta. And understanding Galactics was
vital to Mranophel HReenee sa'fiel, who posed as a researcher of
linguistics. Now HRal and Jarp embraced. HReenee ran her sensuous hands over
Captain Darkblood's powerful muscles-stronger than any Jarp's and many a
human's. Her captain wore its usual outfit of emerald-sheen skinTites from
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waist to mo-roccan equhyde boots that topped just below the knees. The
matching belt wrapped around its lean waist supported a stopper holster and
loop for the knife truncheon it still owned and carried. Its tight rust-hued
top (long-sleeved) clung to its sleekly muscled arms and firm round
breasts. Darkblood took great pride in its body, choosing also to accentuate
the bulge of its male organ by means of the skinTites. The Jarp gave the first
impression of being an alluringly athletic woman. It wore its deep ruby hair
long and in a single, barbaric braid down its back. The translahelm it wore to
converse in Erts fitted snugly over the hairstyle. (Though it could well
afford the expensive operation, the captain of Taras Bulba trusted no one to
implant a translator surgically.) Orange fingers stroked at HReenee's four
pair of small, downy breasts. Twin thumbs pinched each nipple in succession.
They firmed up beneath the loose reelsilk shirt. She looked into the eyes of
her lover. Eyes gold as a yellow sun gazed at cool brown eyes as round as
saucers. Slowly, with an esthete's grace, she slid out of her shirt and jurl.
She moved her downy body against her captain's with a sensuous writhing of her
breasts against its. A slender, long-nailed hand snaked down to grasp the firm
slicer pressed between them. Suddenly she released her grip and pulled away. A
HRal woman had to be taken. 53 Darkblood knew this. It enjoyed the conquest.
Most Galactic women, it found, were too amenable-too softly acquiescent. HRal
women demanded that a lover prove itself. The Jarp had spent its life proving
itself. It pounced to seize her-and grabbed air. She stood a couple of meters
away, smiling. Ears covered with soft fur twitched with teasing playfulness.
Her eyes were bright, anticipating... Her pursuer faked a dive to the left and
shot an arm out to encircle her wrist. One savage tug brought her to the
bed. Her supple, felinoid body was mostly legs and she used them. One kick and
she snared her lover's neck. Thighs squeezed against throat, crushing. With a
mighty arch of its back, the Jarp flung both of them forward and onto the bed.
They bounced once and a slim, pointed tongue worked its way into the valley at
the apex of her legs. Her hands grasped at the braid snaking over her leg and