Companion

Hi Folks. Honestly I had intended this story to be a one-shot. However after some random bouts of inspiration I've written up some continuing chapters :) This story will contain M/M relationships as well as F/M ;D But for now enjoy more Commander/Quasar :3

Chapter Two

"I thought you would have sent your servant," Bo'ar says.



The Commander, his sister's husband, continues to stare through the glass at the human woman. She lies on the floor of her cell, looking docilely up at the ceiling. Her naked breasts heave in time with her breath.



"I wanted to see her for myself."



Bo'ar harrumphs. The Commander finally tears his gaze away,



"Do you disapprove, brother?" he asks with a slight smile.



"I question your reasoning," Bo'ar says matter-of-factly, "If you want a whore, why not one of our own?"



The Commander's mouth tightens into a firm line,



"It's too dangerous. You know that."



"But you'll risk her life?" Bo'ar gestures to the woman.



"Is that such a problem?" the Commander sighs, "You're not attached are you?"



"Of course not," Bo'ar snaps, "I don't care what you do with her."



The Commander raises a feathery eyebrow. He is well aware of his kin's disgust towards inter-species relations. But looking at the girl, dark lids languidly blinking, body stretched and nubile, how can Bo'ar feel not a tingle of arousal? He supposes that's why he did so well at his job.

But back to the girl. He watches the ripple of her breasts, entranced. She seems to innocently ooze sexuality, right down to the way she rubs her thighs listlessly, drawing attention to the opening between. He cannot really blame Bo’ar’s predecessor for acting on his urges. He would have liked to enter her cell this instant and take her. But unlike Jazar, he can be patient.

He can wait until she is aboard the Jerusha, nestled in his quarters. Then he will have her.



"I think she'll do nicely," he says finally to Bo'ar, "What did you say you call her?"

"Quasar."

A small leap forward in time and he wakes with her pressed against his chest.

"Quasar," he says.

Blue eyes flutter open.

"Did you sleep well, pet?" he asks.

She gives him a shy smile,

"Yes Sir."

His eyes drift down to the swell of her breasts. He reaches for them with a groan, shifting on top of her.

"Look at me," he commands, "Such unique eyes. All those little flecks of grey."

No Chimeran eye has that coloring. The Commander feels a rush of possessiveness. Such a lovely oddity and all his.

She appears to bite her lip as he impales her.

"Brave little thing," he croons, "Don't hold back. I want to hear you."

He thrusts in again and she lets out a whimper.

"Better."

He intensifies his pace, listening to the sweet sound of her cries as he rams inside her. The noises she makes arouse him almost as much as the tight warmth of her sex, the sharp scent of it, the way it constricts around his length, milking him to climax far too quickly.

He remains inside her as he softens, watching those wide blue eyes as she draws breath after ragged breath, almost in tandem with his own.

Behind them the main door hisses open.

"Commander," it is Faquar, "Forgive my interruption. But you're wanted on the bridge."

The Commander slides out of Quasar and heaves himself upright with a sigh. He would have liked more time cuddled up to her body. But he hasn’t reached this rank by ignoring the duties required of him.

"Very well."

He springs from the bed, making no attempt to hide his nakedness in front of Faquar. The Polygoylian has served him for years, and there is little he hasn't seen. He shows no surprise at seeing his master and the human female in bed.

He stands at attention as the Commander quickly showers and dresses.

"I want you to see to Quasar's elocution lessons," the Commander tells him as he is about to depart.

"Elocution?"

"Yes. I don't want her garbling her way through conversation. I trust you have no objection?"

Polygoylian shakes his head dutifully,

"No Sir."

"Good," The Commander glances over his shoulder at Quasar. She is clutching her legs and looking lost, "Don't worry. I'll return shortly pet. Faquar will take care of you."

He shoots Faquar a meaningful look to be civil then leaves for the bridge. All the other officers are already present. Ur, his second in command, Bir the navigator, Kor the communication’s officer and Kasan, weapons master.

He takes a seat and motions for Ur to report.

"Our scout ship has detected a Scyllan vessel."

The Commander frowns. They are still in Chimeran territory. This is a bad sign indeed.

"Only one?" he says.

Ur nods.

"The vessel appears to be heavily damaged and is transmitting a distress signal."

"A bio-scan indicated only two life-signs," Kor adds.

"That's unusual."

Actually it is unheard of. Even the smallest Scyllan ship usually has a crew of ten soldiers.

"Is our scout cloaked?"

"As per your orders to not engage," Ur says.

The Commander contemplates a moment,

"Patch the transmission through to us," he orders Kor.

Kor nods and makes the necessary actions on his console.

Soon a voice fills the bridge, out of breath and desperate,

"My name is Castis Hahna. I am Scyllan noble of the Hahna family. If you receive this transmission, I have defected from my home world under threat of death. It is only my companion and I on this vessel, which suffered bombardment as we fled our territory. We are running out of life support and are in dire need of assistance. If you chose to rescue us, I will do anything in my power to repay..."

"Do you think it could be a trick?" Ur asks the Commander

"I'm not sure. But if this Castis is who he says he is, he could be a valuable source of information," he turned to Kor once more, "Tell the scout ship to board the Scyllan vessel and investigate.”