Operation Bliss 2: Sexual Healing
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Copyright ©2013 Ashlynn Monroe
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Doctor Arely Sampson scrambled over fallen equipment, her medical kit strapped to her waist. Lydon Zo, the ship's Alorian telepathic counselor, watched the doctor go with grim concern. He hated the idea of her having sex with someone she barely knew, but the images coming from her mind told him she wouldn't let him talk her out of it. The woman was amazing.
The doctor had given the prone woman at his feet a shot of emergency contraception and helped him strip her out of the uniform before they headed back to help the injured male. Now he had a sexual duty to perform as well. Looking down into the young face of the adorable brunette security officer, he prepared to get into her head.
Daynna Winter, a Verogona warrior woman, a valued security officer, lay before him in a state of mindless sexual arousal. His heart constricted. She was too young to die. She hadn't come to him for psychological services, but he knew her from the moments he'd involuntarily found himself in her head. Emotional pain drew him into people's minds, and this woman was always in pain.
He crouched next to the prone woman. The headache from overuse of his abilities was already beginning. Daynna, can you hear me? This is Counselor Lydon.
"Yes," came her weak reply.
Lydon picked up her head and tenderly placed it in his lap. He closed his eyes to see into her psyche. The glimmering sensation and random pictures started to make sense. He knew how to save her now. His eyes popped open. "Fuck."
She needed to take more than one of his bodily fluids. Her people had a strict code of sexual conduct. She'd die before she masturbated. Self-stimulation wasn't a guarantee for survival, in any case. Masturbating hadn't worked for the man Arely had just gone to help. The wounded man had a laser burn, and he was still suffering from the same illness that affected Daynna. The poor man had jerked off multiple times with no relief. Because of the physiological differences peculiar to his species -- a third testicle and penis spur -- he needed to come inside a partner. Arely had selflessly volunteered even though she was back to being herself after Lydon and the ship's head of security, Nikili Berak, had shared her body in the most spectacular way. Lydon's cock immediately hardened at the memory.
I'm here. He sent her the thought along with all the soothing energy he could spare. Her eyes fluttered open. The deep grey of her irises was beautiful. He couldn't speak.
"Counselor, I -- need..." she whispered brokenly.
The primal nature of her affliction manifested physically and he watched her fangs elongate. Lydon sucked in a sharp breath as a wave of her barely controlled violence hit his psyche. He lost his balance and fell back.
Daynna made a small growling noise. He felt her jumbled, erratic thoughts and realized the dependable security officer he knew was gone. This woman was all warrior and lust.
She rolled quickly and got on all fours above him. His vulnerable half-reclined position left him without an avenue of escape. A tingle of fear raced through his veins. He wasn't a coward, but the wild expression on the woman's face told him she was on the hunt and he was the prey.
Daynna. You can control this. You need a sexual release or you'll die. If you won't take care of this, please let me help you. Can you understand me?
She made a gruff sound. "I am no fool. I understand clearly. I have abstained for too long. I feel so -- alive."
The slow, halting way that she spoke, with such deliberately chosen words, gave him no comfort. Images of her hunger for real blood and not the specially formulated powdered drink her people now lived on consumed her thoughts. His mind touched hers. The mingling of their thoughts gave him a powerful echo of her lust and hunger.
His cock ached as it strained against his uniform. She was looking at his throat and imagining herself riding him and drinking. The erotic image was so clear he moaned.
Daynna flipped him over onto his back so quickly he had no time to resist. She might look like a small human woman, but she had the incredible strength of her race. He lay under her, pinned down -- a completely erotic experience. The seconds that shock held him frozen in place cost him the chance to roll out from under her. She yanked the zipper of his uniform down with one quick motion. Daynna held his hips steady...