EXTRACT FOR
The Earth In Peril
(Sean Brandywine)

He was huge.  Sharon could not deny that physical reality.  He was also very strong.  He picked her up when he impaled her, settled down to the floor and held her on top while he pumped away.  Mostly it was a matter of his lifting then dropping her bodily.



As suddenly as it had begun, it was over.  Zish grunted a few hisses at her, which might have been "thank you" or "Boy, were you lousy," she could not tell.  Then he was gone.



Sharon managed to work her way to her feet by pushing against the wall.  The Silla Master had simply dumped her on the floor when he was finished.  As she had promised herself, it was not as bad as it could have been, and it was most certainly over rapidly.



It suddenly occurred to her, with a shock, to wonder if she might get pregnant.  That was a terrible thought, and she pushed it out of her mind as rapidly as possible.



Varcek came in a while later to find Sharon lying on the bunk, looking disappointed.  Truth was that she was in that depression some women get when they are sexually excited but denied any kind of satisfaction.



"Could you please untie me now?" she asked.  "I feel icky."



"From what I could learn on your television programs, some women go to sleep immediately after having sex, while some immediately want to take a shower," he told her.



"A shower would be great," she said eagerly.



"Ah, but we do not have showers on this ship."



"Well, I guess I'll go to sleep then.  Please untie me."



He said nothing, just stood there looking at the naked woman before him.  "Did you have pleasure from your experience?" he finally asked.



Sharon frowned.  What kind of question was that?  "No," she answered truthfully.  But she did not go into details.



"I have heard from other women that sex with the Masters is not as good as sex within the Trang.  Perhaps they simply do not understand Trang women."



Sharon looked hard at him.  This was as close as she had heard to criticizing the "Masters".



"You're saying that Trang males are better lovers than the Silla?" she asked cautiously.



"Oh, no, I would never say that.  I am only reporting rumors that I have heard."



"I'll bet you are better lovers," she ventured.  "You are, after all, humans."



"That is true.  But the Masters are the Masters."  He said it like a formula.



Maybe Sharon was horny from the semi-sexual experience, because she suddenly heard herself saying, "Are you a good lover?"



Varcek tilted his head to the side.  "I am considered excellent.  Trang females always ask me to chose them for sex again."



Sharon did not understand the emotions that were swirling within.  She was usually a very conservative woman, willing to give in to her sexual desires but only with responsibility and selectivity.  But that night, with her naked and feeling very vulnerable with her hands still bound behind her, she could only feel the maleness an arm's length away.  And the need within her body.  She kicked logic in the teeth and told it to get lost.



"Prove it!" she ordered.



Varcek smiled.  It was the first time she had actually seen that and it was much nicer than his usual serious demeanor.  Coming closer, he leaned over and placed his lips on hers.  She returned the kiss with feeling.  Pushing up with her bound hands, she thrust her chest towards him in both a demand and an invitation.  One hand against the back of her head held her lips against his while the other hand cupped a breast gently.



Sharon was soon moaning.  His touch was lighting fires within her body and it was wonderful.  She thrust against his hand and slid around until her legs were off the edge of the bunk.  She wrapped them around his hips and pulled him to her.  It was not long thereafter before she was lying on her back and moaning loudly as he proved what an excellent lover he was.  He was slow and gentle, working up to hard and fast as she responded.  And, unlike so many human males she had encountered, he did not have his climax until she had hers.  That made it much nicer for Sharon.



"That was a ten," she whispered as she lay in his arms, all warm and glowing inside.



"What?"



"Never mind.  It was a compliment."



She fell asleep almost before he had closed the door behind him.