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To her surprise, her possessive warrior’s grin widened.
“Observe, my Danielle. Warrior Miar Najazd strikes Simulator Danielle’s ass.
She cries.”

His alien buddy gave the computer woman’s ass a wallop and
she cried out. “Too hard, my Miar. I am fragile.” Big, juicy tears dripped down
her cheeks.

“What the hell?” Danielle gazed at her wimpy twin in horror.

Krol laughed. “Observe, Warrior Miar Najazd.” He swung
Danielle into the air and she shrieked, clutching his arms. “Fabricate ass
support.” He sat down with her on the newly formed chair.

“Let me go, you insensitive moose turd.” She struggled,
slugging him in the calves as he arranged her over his lap, her ass up. “I’ll
shoot your—”

He slapped her leather-covered ass cheeks, the sound
ricocheting in the room. A stimulating heat spread over her flesh. “I strike my
Danielle’s ass. She—”

“Elbows you in the stomach.” Danielle jabbed Krol hard and
he doubled up.

“May I soon have your good fortune, Warrior Krol Nowak.” The
alien laughed and shoved his simulator girlfriend away from him. The spineless
shell of a woman fell to the floor, whining and crying. “The chamber is yours.”
He walked out, completely naked, his huge cock swinging between his legs like a
police baton.

“You let him fuck a simulation of me?” Danielle pushed away
from her big warrior and circled the woman, anger, humiliation and
disappointment warring for dominance inside her.
No male touches me, my ass.
She snorted. The computer woman kneeled, her tears mysteriously erased, her
head lowered in a subservient stance.

“Simulator Danielle is not my Danielle.” Krol shrugged, his
expression unconcerned, as he laid out his weapons on a floating table.

Danielle cupped the woman’s chin, raising her face. “She
looks like me.” She touched the fake Danielle’s cheeks. “She feels like me.”
She sniffed, smelling cinnamon gum and moist pussy. “She smells like me.” She
folded her arms, disgruntled with her clone. “If her personality was
reprogrammed, we’d be identical.”

“She does not look like you, my Danielle.” Krol calmly
cleaned his weapons, polishing them with a fabric square. “When I look at her,
I feel no heat here.” He tapped his chest.

Danielle stared at him. “You feel heat in your chest when
you look at me?”

“And when you smile, and when you fight me, and when we
fuck. The Fixers cannot fix this damage.” More weapons appeared on the table,
arranged from smallest to largest. “It has not reduced my abilities. I remain
the best warrior.”

Danielle smiled at his casual arrogance. “You love me, you
big fool,” she teased. She sat down in his lap and placed her hands on his
shoulder ridges.

Krol scowled. “The love emotion is not recognized on
Sila
.”
He reloaded one of his space guns with bright-yellow bullets.

“Ahhh…” Danielle nodded, admiring the
Silan
emotion
avoidance strategy. “I don’t recognize the love emotion either, and if we don’t
recognize it, it doesn’t exist.”

He switched guns and continued reloading, his arms around
her.

“So why are we here?” She studied her surroundings. There
wasn’t much to look at. The walls were stark and bare and the furniture
consisted of two chairs and a floating table.

“Are we having a threesome with Little Miss Priss?” The
simulated Danielle remained seated on the floor with her feet tucked under her
bare ass, her nipples soft and smooth despite the cool temperature of the room.
“You’re quite the kinky bastard, my Krol.”

Krol raised his head and met her gaze, his green-and-black
eyes swirling with questions. “I do not understand the word threesome.”

“The three of us fuck,” Danielle explained. Krol looked at
the computer woman, looked at her and then looked down at his groin. He lifted
the ridge above his eyes. “You fuck her and then me, or she eats my pussy while
you fuck my ass or mouth, or—”

“She will not touch you!” Krol roared, his possessiveness
making a thrilling appearance, and a rush of warmth flowed to Danielle’s pussy.

“But you want to touch her.” She studied Simulator Danielle,
struggling to rein in her own jealousy. “I suppose she’s like a sex toy. She
doesn’t have feelings. And you clearly don’t care for her or you wouldn’t let
your friend fuck her.”

“Mission simulator program end.” The woman faded from view.
“When I fuck, I fuck only you, my Danielle.” Krol squeezed her ass with one big
hand. “But.” He sighed. “No fucking now. Target simulator program begin.” An
outline of a giant red ant appeared on the far wall. Krol nudged Danielle to
her feet and he picked up a gun.

Target practice. Yes!
“Are we squashing bugs?”
Danielle followed him to the center of the room, bouncing on the balls of her
feet. “Do I get my own space gun?”

“This is yours.” Krol handed her his gun, but he didn’t
release it. “Wait. I help you shoot.”

“What?” Danielle glowered at him, insulted by his offer.
“Give me that.” She yanked it out of his hands. “I’m a cop. I can shoot a gun
by myself.”

Krol folded his arms. “Then shoot, little warrior.”

She positioned herself, trying to ignore him and the nerves
fluttering in her stomach.
You graduated top of your class. You can do this,
Officer Danielle.
“For your information, I’m not little. I’m tall.”

“For a human female,” he muttered.

She sucked back her retort and concentrated on the target. A
bullet in the giant ant’s head would kill him, but she lowered her gun a couple
of inches. A bullet in the gut should blow him to pieces. She tapped the green
button.

The kickback flung her across the room and she screeched as
she slammed against the padded wall, the impact jarring her entire body.

“Are you damaged, my Danielle?” Krol kneeled beside her and
touched her back and skull, looking for injuries. His green-and-black eyes
swirled with concern.

Soft emotions a soldier shouldn’t feel flooded her chest.
“Did I get him?” Danielle glanced around Krol’s big body. “I did.” The target
was splattered with yellow. “Right in the chest!”

“Only an assault to the head will terminate a
Mravenec
warrior, my Danielle, and as you did not terminate your foe, he will have
sufficient life source to terminate you.” Krol snatched the gun from her numb
fingers. “Your weapon requires fixing due to your reduced body mass.”

“Shoot him in the head. Got it.” Danielle stood, groaning as
her muscles protested the movement. Krol handed her the gun.

Again.
She pushed past her agony, aimed and fired.
The decreased kickback jolted her shoulder, but she remained standing…barely.
“Son of a bitch.” Danielle shook her fingers, sharp shards of pain running up
her arm.

“More fixing.” Krol stood close to her as he fiddled with
the gun, his chest ridges brushing against her back, his heat warming her skin.

God.
She breathed in, smelling leather and man and
gunpowder.
I want him.
“I nailed the big ant in the head though.”

“Yes.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “Your aim has high
accuracy.”

“Thank you.” Her cheeks heated at his compliment. As Krol
passed the gun to her, she caressed his fingers, stroking his rough knuckles.
“Coming from the
best
warrior, that gives me a warm fuzzy.” Danielle
shot him a saucy smile and turned toward the target.

She carefully aimed, determined to maintain his respect, and
she fired. The bullet splattered across the ant’s face. There was no pain, only
the pleasure of a shot well-placed. “Perfect.”

“Yes,” he agreed. She turned her head. Krol wasn’t looking
at the target. He gazed at her hungrily, an expression of haunting want
coloring his tough countenance.

“My Krol.” She stroked her gun as she wanted to stroke him.

He followed the movement of her hands, back and forth, back
and forth. Raw, hungry desire stretched between them.

“My Krol.” Her voice lilted into a plea. She needed him so
much.

“No.” He shook his head, his ridges rattling. “No fucking.”
He took the gun from her, grabbing it by the barrel, avoiding her fingers. He
replaced the cartridge and tucked her gun into a strap on her skintight leather
suit. “Fixing weapons.” Krol placed another gun in her hands.

It was larger, heavier. She lifted the weapon. Heavier guns
usually meant increased firepower. Danielle looked at the target and then back
at the wall she’d slammed into. She returned her gaze to the gun. “Ummm…”

Krol crossed his massive arms and lifted the ridge above his
swirling eyes.

Damn. He’ll make me ask.
Danielle sucked up her
pride. “My Krol.” The arrogant bastard grinned at her. “Could you brace me,
please?”

“These are my weapons, my Danielle.” Krol positioned his big
body behind her. She sucked in her breath as his hardness pressed against her
ass cheeks. He placed his hands over hers on the gun. “I am large. You are
small.”

She leaned back, savoring his touch, his heat and his scent.
“You’re letting me use your guns?” Danielle allowed him to guide her.

“They are the best,” he said gruffly. His breath tousled her
hair and tickled her ear. “The trigger is here.” Krol tapped his thumb on the
side of the gun. The impact tossed her back into his muscular form, impaling
her ass onto the ridge in his leather pants.

“
Sladky matka
, my Danielle.” He dragged his mouth
down her neck. She tilted her head, silently begging for more. “I wish to fuck
you always.”

“No fucking,” she reminded him, her voice thin with passion.
“Fixing weapons.”

“Yes.” Krol’s face hardened with determination and he
stepped away from her. She gritted her teeth in frustration. “Fixing weapons. I
must protect you.” He slid a side lever closer to the grip. “The
Mravenec
warriors—”

“Are they a threat?” she prompted, wanting to know the cause
of his concern.

“A warship is too close. They terminate all
Sila
.” He
set the gun in her hands and helped guide her aim, as though the act of
shooting weapons eased his anxiety. “They will
not
terminate you, my
Danielle. I will protect you.”

She pressed the trigger button. The kickback pushed her body
into his. “And I will protect you, my Krol.”

“I need no protection.” Krol smiled. “I am the best
warrior.” He slid the lever a fraction of an inch.

“Even the best warriors need backup sometimes.” She touched
the dog tags hanging around her neck.
I won’t fail him as others failed my
mom.
Danielle aimed, intent on her goal, and fired. The yellow paint bullet
splattered over the fire ant’s red face.

“Perfect.” She found an empty strap on her dominatrix outfit
that fit the bigger gun and holstered it. “Do I get daggers too? I’m skilled at
hand-to-hand.” She landed a mock blow to Krol’s neck, demonstrating her
prowess.

Her alien warrior laughed. “You would be terminated, my
Danielle. You are small and the
Mravenec
warriors have many hands.” He
gestured to the outline of the ant.

“You will utilize guns.” Krol replaced the larger gun’s
cartridge without removing it from the holster. “The daggers, as you refer to
them, will not be utilized.” He handed her a small dagger.

“What is this?” Danielle wrinkled her nose with disgust. “I
can
handle the big knives, my Krol.”

“It is not for use.” His cheeks darkened. “It is a first
kill dagger. Sacred.” He bent down and strapped a dagger to her thigh.

“A first kill dagger.” She turned the blade, the metallic
substance reflecting the light. “Your first kill dagger?” Krol nodded. “And
you’re giving it to me?” He didn’t answer, focusing on the dagger strap, tying
and untying it.

He gave me a dagger he’s saved for years. Oh God. What is
he doing to me?
“And what did you kill?” Danielle forced the lightness in
her voice.

“A
zizala
.” She raised her eyebrow, and he explained.
“A tubular beast, no appendages, straight.” He flattened his hand.

No appendages.
“Like a snake or worm?” Her lips twitched.

He drew himself up to his full intimidating height and
glared down at her. “A big worm with many teeth.” He held his fingers up to his
mouth, demonstrating, and she choked back a laugh. “I was small. This size.” He
rested his palm on the top of her head.

“Ha. Ha.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not that small.”

Krol chuckled at his mate’s adorable frown. “Do not damage
yourself, my Danielle. Your size gives me pleasure.” He strapped a dagger to
her other thigh. “Much pleasure.” He inhaled her womanly fragrance. “No
fucking.” He kissed her leather-clad hip and slid his mouth up her tight body.

“Not even a little bit of fucking?” Danielle trailed her
hand down his chest, sending sex messages to his
spicka
.

Sladky matka
. Her touching drove him crazy. “We must
shoot, my Danielle.”

“You can shoot.” She sank to her knees before him, tucking
her feet under her ass, her pose reminiscent of the one Simulator Danielle had
taken. “And fuck my mouth at the same time.” She pulled down his garment,
freeing his
spicka
, and he gripped his
zbran
harder, fighting the
urge to take her.

His Danielle licked his tip and Krol’s hips jerked. His view
was breathtaking, the warrior garment displaying the lush curves of her
wondrous breasts. “
Sladky matka
,” he repeated aloud this time, his voice
soft with reverence.
This tempting female is mine
.

“Shoot again, my Krol.” She gave him a cheeky smile,
challenging him with her flashing blue eyes.

He raised his
zbran
and
s
he sucked his
spicka
into her hot mouth, moving with him as he pulled the trigger. The arousing
combination of weapon use and mouth fucking clawed at his warrior controls.