She hissed through her teeth as I prodded at her delicate folds. I entered her inch by inch until she took all of me. I was pleased I fit.
She nodded and I moved out and back in again, developing a steady rhythm. She groaned and lay back, her legs spread out to either side. She pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts.
She looked so good beneath me, her breasts bouncing and her head thrown back in ecstasy as I pumped her hard.
“Yes!” she screamed as I felt her grow tight around me once more.
I explored her deeper and felt that flickering spark in every Titan’s heart, where my anger and frustration and loyalty and disappointment and passion resided. Where our strength was kindled and made us even more powerful.
I watched her as she gripped her hair in both hands, so hard I thought she might tear it out, and I pummeled her hard, and my release was approaching…
She wrapped her legs around my wide hips and pulled me in deeper, never backing down and always demanding more.
And right when she tightened around my cock, her hips writhing to meet every thrust of mine, she screamed as she rose to her next electrifying orgasm. I quickly joined her in that perfect moment of pure bliss.
I rolled off and lay beside her.
“I think I might have some Titan genes,” Alice said between gasps. “Because if you don’t feel powerful, I definitely do.”
She giggled behind her hand as I burst into open laughter.
No translation was necessary. We were both satisfied.
An hour later, we still lay in bed, our legs and arms wrapped tightly about each other. I couldn’t resist touching her every chance I got.
“Doesn’t this conflict with your slave-owner philosophy?” I said.
“I am not your slave,” Alice said resolutely. “I’m a free woman. That’s why I chose freely to bond with you.”
I chuckled. It was fun trying to get a rise out of her.
I fingered the silver bracelet she wore about her wrist. It was small and heart-shaped. I wondered if a former lover had given it to her.
“What is this?” I said.
She closed her hand protectively around it before using her nails to open the locket. “It’s a birthday gift from my father.”
Inside, each half of the heart contained a photo of a face. One showed a man with a thick beard, the other a female who looked like Alice but with an extra twenty years or so.
“Your parents?” I said.
She nodded.
“They look like good people,” I said.
Alice didn’t take her eyes from the images. “They were taken from me a long time ago. When my father gave me this bracelet, it was a necklace. Now it’s only big enough to fit my wrist.”
“Your parents died together?” I said.
A flash of images fluttered through my mind.
My mother clutching me close…
Taking me far from the dangerous men…
My father heading out to face them, sword drawn…
“My father died first,” Alice said. “My mother died ten years later.”
When she peered at the photos, I expected her to look sad, instead she smiled.
“How can you be happy when you think about them?” I said.
“Because they were loving parents.”
“But they were taken from you.”
“I still remember them, remember the love we shared, the memories. Such beautiful memories, each one precious. One year after my father died, I was really sad. My mother came into my room with a bunch of photo albums. At first, I didn’t want to look at them. I was sad and it would make me cry.
“But then, as she kept turning the pages, I lived those brilliant memories again. The Christmases, the birthdays, the holidays… So many positive things. They made me laugh. And yes, I cried. I was still a little girl that lost her daddy. My mom made me realize that even when someone dies, you can still remember the good times.”
It was a beautiful thought, but not one I could replicate. Not by the way my parents had been taken from me…
“Tell me about your parents,” Alice said. “What’s the best memory you shared with them?”
I giggled happily, tugging at my mother’s skirt…
But then I felt something cold and wet and I pulled my hands away…
They were soaked with her blood…
I turned away from her. I couldn’t discuss it.
“My father was a good fighter,” I said. “The best. He was good and strong and honorable. When I grew older, I found I had inherited some of his fighting skills. After that, I became a part of the Silent Shadow’s crew.”
Alice smiled but it was distracted. My ploy to avoid her question without her noticing hadn’t worked.
“There’s something I’ve wanted to ask you since I woke up,” she said.
Uh-oh. Here we go. “What?”
“Why does your crew want to remove you as captain? You’re a strong fair leader. Why would they want to replace you?”
My tone turned hard. “Because they want to deal with child slaves.”
She blinked in surprise. “You don’t abduct children?”
“No. Never.”
“Why does that matter? If you’re going to abduct adults, why not abduct children too?”
“They want children because they’re worth more to the slavers. You can bend them to your will, make them serve you until the day they die. Adults are set in their ways. There’s still a chance they might escape or win their freedom.”
“Huh.”
“What?”
“It’s nice to see you have some standards. Slavery’s bad enough, but child slavery? That would have made me regret coming to your bed tonight.”
I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her. “You wouldn’t have much chance of escaping my bed now.”
I lifted her onto my lap. She laughed and kissed me.
“So what’s the ultimate goal?” she said.
I busied myself with kissing her at the base of her neck.
“Ultimate goal for what?” I said.
“You’re a smuggler. You don’t plan on doing this forever, do you?”
I pulled back and looked at her. How much of myself did I want to share with her? She seemed genuinely interested.
“Fifty thousand credits. That’s my target. Once I have
