Esper is a title given to individuals who exhibit unnatural abilities for their species. While there have been doted Espers in every known intelligent species, it is unknown what causes these rare births to occur. Some openly dispy their power as either a warning or an invitation. Others hide it deep within themselves, seeking to avoid exploitation or prejudice.
Installing a shower on a spaceship was hardly a practical idea. The water tank added more weight than it was worth, and the cyclical water filtration systems were difficult to maintain. Nadia didn’t care though. She had built the Bea herself, and if she wahe challenge of adding frivolous amenities, who was going to stop her. The challenge was always worth it when she could end her day with a warm shower to depress.
Warm water rolled dowan skin, washing away the stress of the day and giving her a ce to think. The hydrosi she had entered in jail had a simir tattoo to the pat Loxorani’s pistol. A red tentacle coiled around a sword. Nadia would have to ask about it in the m, but she suspected it would be seen as a threat in Coalition space. Thankfully Sykon-5 was iral space. She could drop Loxorani off there aurn to Station 37 without the Coalition knowing what happened.
She'd be lying if she said she didn't want more pany though. Mel was great of course, but her presence was no more than a disembodied voice. She didn't have a body that could take up spad make the ship feel lived in.
Pushing that thought aside, Nadia turhe shower off and toweled off, wringing as much water out of her auburn hair as she could. There would be plenty of time to figure out her steps ohey nded.
She couldn’t keep her mind from wandering. Even when log the doors to her quarters and falling into bed, she couldn’t tear her mind away from Loxorani. Sure she was surprisingly unpleasant, but that didn’t make her any less attractive. Her tight bck bodysuit beautifully dispyed her small tits and soft curves. Nadia would give up her one good hand if it meant she could feel the alien’s supple looking skin against hers.
The etal of Nadia’s right hand found her breasts, gently massaging and ping her nipples. She grabbed her cock with her other hand and slowly stroked up and down. It took everything to stop herself from moaning. Mel always knew what was happening on board the Bea, but Loxorani didn’t o hear Nadia enjoying herself. Maybe she should.
Nadia stroked even faster. The sight of Loxorani walking ayed in her mind again and again. She’d give anything to feel that tight little ass. Was her whole body that shade of blue? What kind of genitals did hydrosi have? Were those tentacles prehensile?
“Mmph!” The thought nearly pushed her over the edge. She csped her metal hand over her mouth, trying desperately to keep quiet. There was no stopping her asm. Her hand seemed to move on its own, stroking as fast as it could. Being alone in space had left her so pent up. She o cum more than she needed oxygen on the ship.
Her face would look so pretty covered in my cum. Maybe that would fix her attitude. Her body tightened as her asm exploded out of her, c her hand and stoma cum. She y breathless for ay, waiting for her mind tain crity.
“Back to the showers,” she eventually grumbled to herself.
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Loxorani of the Sec-Thun-Olvot Cluster, a skilled batant and reaissance agent. Before, today she hadn’t know of this scale. She had lost spars during training, but only to the few espers of her cluster that were deemed powerful enough to train. Not her though. Her extremely limited fht gave her the edge in hand to hand bat, but didn’t help much beyond that. If she had foreseen the disaster of today’s battle, maybe her allies would still be alive. They could have scored a victainst the forces that tried to destroy their world. She wouldn’t be disgraced on this junker of a ship.
It didn’t matter now. If she were to return home she would only be able t back her defeat. If she had worthwhile pearls to present the matriarchs then maybe she could be fiven, but she had failed that mission as well. What good is a warrior that ’t win, and a harvester that ’t collect?
She tightly held her bster pistol in her hands. Taking the ship would be easy, but she wasn’t trained as a pilot. A ship this size wouldn’t make food practice. She also couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. It hadn’t left since she got on board, but she chalked it up to the few security cameras she saw. Despite there being none in the crew quarters however, the feeling had only gotten more intense.
The tell tale sign of her fht, a tingle in her spine, alerted her to the voice that was about to speak in her head. It didn’t register as a threat, but Loxorani knew just how quickly that could ge.
“Are your ons required for you to sleep?” The gentle woman’s voice hummed through her mind.
“They are not. Are you required to invade my mind?” Loxoraed her hand on her knife. Her fht still wasn’t warning her of attacks, but she never cared to be caught off guard.
“It is required,” the voice replied, “My Captain requires rest, and using the speaker systems would likely disturb her.”
“So you’re the other crew member then. Mel?”
“That is correct, Loxorani of the Sec-Thun-Olvot Cluster. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“What do you want, Mel? I o sleep as well.” Loxorani made no attempt to hide the disdain in her voice. She had enough to think about without someone else in her head.
“I simply wish to inform you that I have been given two orders in regards to your presence aboard this ship. I am not to follow any orders you give, and should you kill my Captain in an attempt to take this ship, I am to disable all systems a you drift alone in space,” Mel said cheerily.
Loxorani sat in stunned silence. Her grip on her ons loosened. Before she could even begin to think of a respohe tingle in her spine vanished. It seemed Mel had nothing else she o say, and Loxorani was left to try a, with the feeling of being watched never going away.
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Thank you so much for reading chapter three!