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Captain Teig, Trixon Pleasure Resort, Personal Quarters, Planet Viken
Whitney.
Whitney.
The female before us was perfect. Exotic. Entrancing. I didn’t envy Oran, having to meet her and then leave. It was downright cruel. If his c**k throbbed anything like mine, he was going to be miserable to work with. I pitied anyone who breached security protocols, for he would not go easy on them.
But I didn’t think of Oran for long, not with our mate before us. Oran could have her. Later.
Alarr set her on her feet, and I looked her over. Again. I wondered if I’d ever get enough of just staring at her. Taking in her height, taller than many Viken females. She was not lithe, with distinct curves and toned muscles. While Alarr had carried her with ease, she would not be mistaken for a child. Not
