Earth-Sec Agent Fletcher Gray doesn’t need or particularly want a sex slave, but he has no choice in the matter when he’s forced to decant trinium scout Talia Lory from a stasis pod full of U-4EA, the galaxy’s most powerful aphrodisiac.
Talia and twenty-four other human and alien females make up the cargo of the Mogarthan slave ship that Fletch and his incorporeal Metrian partner, Ganymede, have just hijacked from the wily captain Kreth-Regana. Since Mogarthan’s have four arms, it takes two humans to fly the ship. Gan, who exists out of phase with this dimension, can’t help, so Fletch has to liberate one of the females from the non-stop orgasm of her U-4EA high.
In between bouts of unbridled sex, Fletch begins to realize he enjoys Talia’s company on more than a physical level, but when her sex addiction wears off, will she still want him?
Fletch left the mess with Talia wandering behind him. He realized halfway to the bridge that she’d fallen behind to get a good view of his backside. He should have been flattered.
“Can we step on it? There’s not much time before you cycle through again and I’d like to get started.”
“Getting started sounds good to me.” She winked, then sobered a bit. Fletch could almost see the waves of chemically enhanced hormones surging through her body. She was on a down swing again. “You knew what was going to happen when you decanted me, didn’t you?”
“Ah…” Fletch leaned back, cast his eyes up and pleaded with the gods to grant him strength. He’d wondered how long it would take her to get around to this. “Yes. I knew. I didn’t have a choice. Gan can’t use the controls for obvious reasons. If I’d decanted you and left you…alone, you would have hurt yourself. It may not be the ideal solution, but sex is the only cure for a U-4EA high.”
“There’s no other antidote?”
“Sorry. Most people don’t really need one.”
“Well, don’t think you’re going to get lucky again, Mr. Gray. I’d prefer it if you left me alone from now on.”
“Actually, it’s Agent Gray, if we’re being formal, Miss Take-Your-Pants-Off-Right-Now. I have no problem leaving you alone. Just remember, you jumped all over me.”
She huffed at him and stormed ahead through Xector IVs narrow main corridor.
He followed. “Aren’t we past this? If it means anything, I didn’t enjoy it.”
She swung back in his direction and now she looked really mad. “You didn’t?”
“I mean, I did, on a purely…physical level. But I didn’t want to. The way U-4EA works is it ramps up all your mating hormones to a dangerous level. If all that…energy, for lack of a better word, has no outlet, things can get ugly. You know what would happen if we decanted all the other women at the same time?”
She shook her heard. “They’d literally screw me to death, then they’d start on you and since that would be kind of frustrating, they’d end up killing each other. The only safe thing to do is get to a planet where I can recruit a couple dozen men who can handle them until the overdose wears off.”
“So twenty-four men get free sex slaves for what, like a month?” Her dark eyes blazed. Fletch rubbed his jaw, remembering her last down cycle.
“Do you have a better suggestion?”
“How about a hospital station? There must be something that can be done.”
“No known antidote.”
“You were sedated in the pod. It prolongs the effect.”
She glared at him, clearly not certain she believed him. He wished he was lying, but honestly there was no alternative. She whirled away. “Show me what I have to do, then stay out of my way. No more free rides for you.”
Fletch glowered at her back. “No problem.”
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