Breathing Vapor
of fabric was wrapped around her generous form, barely containing her curves. Vapor’s scent clung to her skin.
    “I know about all of your activities.” She spoke like a commander, her voice strong.
    Hun’s scarred face paled. He was a harsh male well known for his cruelty. Whatever information she had on him must have been especially heinous. “If your father hears of this—”
    “He’d express his approval.” Mira sniffed haughtily. “My actions are always for the benefit of the Humanoid Alliance.” This outright lie was delivered with condescension.
    She was magnificent, a foe to be wary of. Vapor gazed straight ahead, tracking her out of the corner of his eyes.
    “Have they been damaged?” She curled her top lip.
    “That’s unlikely but you can examine them.” Hun tossed each of them a cleaning cloth. “Cyborgs, undress and clean yourselves.”
    She’d look them over as though they were beasts at a market, humiliating them. Vapor hesitated, unwilling to put on a show for her. That earned him a hard hit with the long gun across his back. Pain radiated from the point of impact.
    The tightening of Mira’s face was so slight, he wouldn’t have noticed it if he hadn’t been watching her. “Did I not make myself clear?” Her voice held a bone-deep chill. “I want them undamaged. If you ruin my plans with your heavy-handed approach to training, I’ll see that you’re assigned to the front lines. We’re both aware of what happened the last time you were sent there . ”
    Hun stiffened. “I was captured by the enemy.”
    Mira met his gaze. “You ran during the first bombing, hid for two solar cycles on a distant agri lot, drinking yourself into a stupor, only to be freed three planet rotations before your tour ended.”
    The trainer’s shock was almost comical. “How did you know—”
    “I know everything. I believe I mentioned that already.” She splayed her fingers and examined her nails. The tips were painted white like her garment. “Could you not talk? This conversation is growing tedious.”
    Hun’s lips flattened. He looked as though he wanted to kill her. “K000156, undress. That’s a direct order.”
    Ignoring a direct order would get him decommissioned. Vapor released his swords, unfastened his ass covering and dropped it to the ground.
    His cock jutted from his hairless base. He was fully aroused and didn’t give a frag if Mira saw his state. She wanted to examine him. She’d have to deal with his erection.
    He wiped the cleaning cloth over his face, shoulders, chest. The fabric sucked up the blood, rearranging the molecules into air. Vapor snapped it to hasten the process and cleaned as much of himself as he could reach.
    We see how unaffected you are by the human female. Thrasher chuckled. That’s one impressive erection.
    Only his friend would comment on another male’s cock. Vapor scrubbed his skin harder.
    She has too much power over you, Ace chided. Your logic is compromised.
    It’s not compromised. He tossed the cleaning cloth into the dirt, irritated that his loyalty was being questioned yet again. She has power over my cock, nothing more.
    He’d prove himself. Vapor drew himself upward to his full height, pushed his hips forward and met Mira’s gaze, daring her to comment on his aroused state.
    Her eyes glittered and he realized his mistake. She was in control of the situation and his fraggin’ female never backed down from a challenge.
    “Ahhh…” She stepped closer to him, maintaining his gaze. “This one likes to fight.” Mira curled her soft fingers around Vapor’s shaft. He jerked, unable to remain still. “I can tell.”
    “Fighting turns it on.” Hun’s smile held no humor. “It’s our best warrior.”
    “It’s strong.” She looked into Vapor’s eyes as she stroked his cock once, twice, three times. “But I’ll make it beg.”
    She’d never make him beg. He’d decommission himself before doing that.
    “I’ve tried to break it.” Hun

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