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tugged. Her "assailant" pulled back in surprise. It stood, six-fingered hands
stripping off clothing with quick motions. "This time you'll surrender or
be-oof!" She used her captain's abdomen for a convenient point from which to
kick off, grinning. Yet before she could sail clear, a hand darted to her
ankle, clamped, and swung. HReenee landed on the bed. Darkblood landed atop
her. She made a throaty purring sound, reaching down to stroke the rock-hard,
insistent organ that demanded entry. Slender fingers stroked the penis-large
for a Jarp's-and lightly scratched at its testicle. Edging deeper, they
explored the cool (to a HRal) interior of her lover's other sex. Feeling the
feverishly hot touch of HRal fingers inside its tight stash, the Jarp whistled
a low, lustful note. In one swift motion, it withdrew her hand, pinioned them
both to 54 the bed, and slid a knee between her legs. It pounced. Its questing
slicer found the way to her waiting vulva, and in. She struggled. Her lover,
though, possessed the strength of one accustomed to hand combat-as she
knew. It enjoyed the way she fought. Her exertion filled the air of the cabin
with a love-scent that intoxicated the Jarp's sensitive nostrils unto
drunkenness. She squirmed beneath her conqueror, now taken as she needed to be
and fully in its thrall. Nipples swelled, engorged and purplescent with blood.
Her straw-gold fur stroked against the full length of her captain's body. Her
tongue curled out from between thin lips to tease at her lover's breasts. She
savored the taste of salt and the smooth texture of the bright orange
lobes. While her lover drove into her with ever-deeper thrusts, she insinuated
her hand back between its tensing legs. She slipped one finger into its female
half and a thumb into its rectum. It gasped in pleasant surprise at the
massaging motions her fingers made. The sensation only made more urgent its
drive into her truly hot loins. With every stroke of the alien above her, the
HRal set up her own counter-rhythm of sinuous motion. Her short, downy fur
rubbed against her lover's flesh and against the coral Panishi
sheets. Somewhere deep within her, a purr began. In all the millions of years
of evolution on HRalix, her race had not lost that soothing, intimate trait of
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its ancestors. Her body's fever-heat (and deft fingers) drove the Jarp onward
to an explosive, shuddering flash. The sudden flood of cool, cool seed
produced a shiver that grew into a moaning, shaking climax. Somewhere far
away, SIPACUM pingged gently. HRee-nee barely heard it. Captain Darkblood
heeded it only to 55 note that it indicated the approach of Taras Bulba to the
planet called Front. AM, thought the richest Jarp in the Galaxy (except
possibly for Cinnabar of the Satana Coalition) commerce and carnality. The two
greatest achievements of sentient life! Darkblood nestled its two large
warheads against four of HReenee's and breathed deeply of their lovemaking.
Who needs Galactics? 6 ... a secret government is little less than a
government of assassins. Under it, a man knows not who his tyrants are, until
they have struck, and perhaps not then. -Lysander Spooner No Treason The woman
in black sat in the crowded, smoky bar hating the man who'd assigned her to
it. She tried to look sexy amid the squalid surroundings. Graha, the capital
of Front, had a population of less than eleven thousand. Tonight most of them
seemed to have decided to crowd into Daraki's Demonhole Bar. Daraki sat in an