Myrik stood and glared at his Guardian. “No, I won’t go without Miranda. I need her.”

At this last sentence, Kimn let out a string of curses that was best not translated. “You can’t have her, boy. She belongs here. To me.”

“What is a ‘Miranda’? Some sort of pet?” His distaste was obvious. If Kimn valued it, it was bound to be repulsive.

“No, this is Miranda.” Myrik ran over and threw his arms around her. In the last few weeks alone, he had grown several inches. He now dwarfed her frame, making her feel delicate by comparison, and his wings curled around them. “I am not leaving without her.”

“Listen, boy, we can get you another companion.” His Guardian glowered, obviously displeased at the boy’s attachment to this little alien.

“Let me have a good look at her.” He seemed impatient, and stood to take a long assessing look at the creature in question.

As he walked toward her, she shrank back into Myrik’s embrace. He was even larger than Myrik, closing in on six and a half feet of solid muscle and black pinioned wings.

Miranda took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. Remaining in Myrik’s embrace, but meeting his Guardian’s eyes. The lust that she saw there was plain, but what surprised her was the weary heaviness that burned out of the black of his eyes. She started, realizing that his mind had touched hers, and quickly began to hum advertising jingles in her head to keep any further intrusion to a minimum.

His black eyes widened in surprise at what he found. He began to grin, then laugh and for a moment, she saw the weariness leave him.

“I will take her as well.”

“She is not for sale.” Kimn’s voice was adamant.

The Guardian eyed her again. “Name your price.”

Miranda’s jaw dropped open, but she stood mute. You never told a merchant to name his price. It was financial suicide.

“She is the head of my household. She is the balance to my house. I would be lost without her.” Kimn’s voice had taken on a whine that she had not heard before. Perhaps he really did not want to sell her. “I will not sell.”

“Either give me a price, or be prepared to have my men take us out of here by force. You have one minute.” He was looking impatient now. Something told Miranda that it was a dangerous mood to have him in.

A sudden blurt, “Five thousand credits! I couldn’t let her go for less than that.”

He calmly reached into his purse and took out credit slips. He carefully counted them out and tossed them on the table. “Done. Let’s go.”

Myrik laughed in delight and picked her up. She felt for all the world like a very expensive toy. Dressed as she was, as they left Kimn’s house and entered the dimness of the night, she got very cold very quickly.

Myrik carried her for only a few minutes, until her teeth started to chatter.

His Guardian stopped, turned around and took her from his charge. “You are a frail thing, aren’t you?” was his quiet murmur as Myrik bounded into the waiting shuttle with puppy-like enthusiasm.

“Nnnott usually, nnooo. But I’mmm nnoott ddressedd to ttttravel.” Her teeth were still chattering, but at least he was warmer than Myrik.

She saw him smile again. “No, that you are not. But it is a lovely outfit. For my benefit, I assume?” His eyes seemed to have gone over every detail of the stitching.

“I gguuesss ssoo.” Of course it was.

They entered the shuttle, and she was surprised to see another Enjel at the helm. The Guardian carrying her took a seat, his wings left free by the narrow shape of the chair back, and the hatch sealed. She expected him to let her take one of the other seats, but he held her fast against him. As they began to lift off, she was pressed very intimately into his lap, and she could feel that his interest in purchasing her had not been all Myrik’s doing.

She raised startled eyes to his, and saw him looking intently at her mouth. She drew in her breath, unconsciously thrusting her breasts against his chest, dragging the delicate fabric between them.

His mouth dipped to taste her, and she wriggled lightly in his lap. His lips brushed against hers, once, twice, then settled into a gentle kiss that seemed to take hours.

Myrik was in the front passenger’s seat, and turned to look at them. His face darkened with anger. She was his. Osias could not have her, and he would tell him so when they landed on the main ship.

Osias broke the kiss and stared down at the little alien with consternation. Normally, he would bed this woman, then give her back to Mryik. His current impulses, however, violently opposed both his taking her casually, and her being given back to the boy.

Miranda noted that the penis that she was sitting on was extremely erect and had left damp traces on the bottom of her skirt, just as her own body had prepared for his entrance with slick juices parting her lower lips. Apparently their feelings were mutual; well, the lust anyway.

Teasingly she shifted her hips against him, hearing the hiss of his breath as she tormented him. Then a sudden push by the engines, and they were once again in firm contact. No shifting.

“Um. What is your name?” She felt that it was a fairly safe question.

“Osias Aron. Myrik’s Guardian, and occasional merchant.” Another devilish look crossed his face. “And what is your full name, little Miranda?”

“Miranda Kenzic, of the Alliance protectorate of Terra. Declared legally dead.” She surprised herself by adding that last one, but then she remembered the damned obedience chip was active for three more weeks. “What are you planning to do with me?” She wasn’t coy, she needed to know that her destiny was not a trip out the airlock. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone had gotten rid of an unsuitable female in that manner, no matter what she cost.

“Well, after you are both checked out in medical, we will decide if Myrik needs to keep you much longer. At home, a prospective mate would have been found for this stage of his development, but you were the only warm-blooded female around.

“If he doesn’t need you...well then, I paid for you, you are mine. And while I don’t have any concrete plans, we will spend some time together.” His fingers caressed her cheek as if marveling at the softness.

A final thrust of the engines and they began to dock with a larger ship. One further shove into his erection with the backs of her thighs, and a shivering sensation began low in her belly. She surreptitiously rubbed her silk-covered breasts against his chest. Then trailed one finger to the bundle of silk that topped her thighs.

She quickly glanced up, and noted that he was watching the docking procedures. Quick as lightning, she had her hand under her silks and was rubbing her clit in a furious manner. Only a few strokes had her shaking and shivering in the grip of a climax. She closed her eyes and let the sensations ride through her, while demurely returning her hands to her lap.

When she got up the nerve, she looked up to meet Osias’ eyes, alive with the blazing lust that had taken the place of mild interest.

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