[[ I wanted to thank everyone so much for the love on this series! Coming back to all your comments over the past couple years is really what made me want to return to this. I know this is an extremely short chapter, but I wanted to get back into character with these two and also get something up for you all while I hopefully continue to work on this story.
I cannot thank you enough for continuing to share your thoughts and love with me. Without those comments, I probably wouldn't have come back to keep writing. Much love!
-Wonders ]]
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AREN
The new outfit Isaak had given her to wear was hardly better than being naked. Still, Aren wore it because she thought it might please him. The strappy lingerie did little to keep her breasts covered and no matter how much she tugged up on the top there was no way to hide the way her areolas peaked over the lace, hinting at more. As for the bottom half, the lingerie set did more to accentuate her cunt than anything since the lace pointed down and then split into crotchless panties.
Isaak waited for her to change and licked his dry lips when she returned to him, handing McBride her old, alien-cum stained dress. McBride looked at it like it insulted her then gestured for Aren to be escorted back to Na'taq's room.
Na'taq had an angry bruise on his cheek, a dark shade of blue. Aren wordlessly stepped up to him, reaching up as if to touch it, then thought better of it. His eyes were full of rage, but softened at the gesture. He took her wrist in his hand, a little too tight, holding her in front of him as he looked over her new attire. His strange, cat-like tongue ran over his lips the same way Isaak's had. The difference was that Isaak made her feel sick and Na'taq... She liked having this effect on him. She swallowed, reminding herself that this was all just for now. For survival.
"Does he think he needs to temp me?" Na'taq asked. It sounded like he was trying to be angry, but falling short. His nails dug into her wrist and made her grit her teeth. He held her arm aloft and it nearly pulled her breast out of its shelter. "Why did they knock me out?"
Aren opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again. Once more she faced the decision. And now was the time to make it. Tell him or not? What would they gain if he knew? She knew he was not much of an actor. A liar, yes. Actor? Perhaps... just until she knew her plan was working, she would keep it from him. It wasn't smart to speak so openly where Isaak could hear them, anyway. And perhaps just until she knew she could keep his attention...
Aren shook her head, hoping that small gesture would be answer enough for him, feeling too guilty to lie outright. She needed him to cooperate, for both their sakes, so she finished reaching for his face, and he let her, his nails loosing their grip. She pulled him down, down, down gently to ghost a kiss along the bruise.
His hands found her bare back, pulling her closer. At first she thought he was going to initiate their daily copulation, but was surprised when he just held her to him for a long moment. Aren wrapped her arms around his neck, letting his cool, smooth body envelope hers. Then she felt his hands begin to trace lines up and down her back. It was soothing and sensual. She let out a soft gasp when he dipped lower and squeezed the globes of her ass.