Wednesday Briefs - In Enemy Hands 3.3

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“Just making sure we understand each other.”

“All's well that ends well”

“It’s all about the bottom line.”

“Now that was an epic debate!”

“No one had better laugh at you.”

“My jaw dropped to the floor.”

“Is that what you call dancing?”

“Absence makes the heart go wonder.”

“Your move.”

“Time to make tracks.”

or use: room, desk, box

or use: blanket, cream, paint

or use: purple, straw, scope

or have your character buy something

or use: ring, kitchen, hat

or have a character go to a movie

or have a character frame a picture or “Don’t get too comfortable, we’re not done yet.” Or “Up...on your knees for me.”Or “More spanking?”Or use a person in a holeOr use cinnamon bunsOr “up your nose with a rubber hose”Or “I’m gonna pamper your ass ten ways to Sunday”Or “Your skin’s as soft as a baby’s bottom”Or have your character make a cheesecake



Chapter 3.3He vigorously petted the big feline. The animal dropped back down on four paws and rubbed against Adlar’s leg. Several years ago, Adlar had found a juvenile batar abandoned by its mother. It might’ve survived on its own, if it was lucky. Instead of luck, the cub had been hunted by something bigger than itself.
The encounter left the batar with the scar down its face. Adlar spent a month in the jungle playing nursemaid to the feline, trying to get it healthy without taming it. He’d succeeded. The batar remained close to Adlar, even establishing its territory near Adlar’s home. 
“What have you found, boy?”
Adlar followed the big feline back to the tree. Wedged into the bend of the tree was one of the most beautiful males he’d ever seen. Long hair framed a spectacular face that sported high cheekbones and full lips. He wondered what the Yesri had done to himself to hide the brightness of his hair. All Yesri had different shades of blond, and he couldn’t wait to see what this one’s shade was.
Too bad he couldn’t see the color of his eyes since they were closed. That would answer many questions about the identity of his foe. Swirls of numerous tattoos graced nicely defined arms. His gaze traveled down the decorated arm to the blood that had dripped down the tree from the wound in his hand.
Adlar frowned at the sight. “Guess we found the source of the blood.”
Now the problem was getting the enemy down.
Adlar stood under the tree, staring up at the other male. He knew the sap caused numbness, but why was the Yesri so quiet? Was he unconscious? That sap shouldn’t have caused that. But until he got the other male down, he wouldn’t know. Slightly worried, he glanced around. Dar head-butted him, glanced at the tree and then back to Adlar.
“Are you sure, boy?” The batar could support his body weight with no problem, but he wasn’t going to attempt to climb on the feline’s back without permission.
Dar grumbled back at him, but still didn’t move.
Adlar eyed the tree then the animal standing under it. “You do realize he’s mine. He’s not a meal for you.”
Dar rolled his eyes and grunted.
Chuckling, he slapped Dar on the back as he climbed up. “Just making sure we understand each other.”
Now he was high enough to reach the Yesri stranger. He reached up, careful of the leaves, grateful his long uniform sleeve was made of a sturdy material. That light, breezy fragrance he’d picked up from the sash enveloped him, and he smothered an aggravated moan.
Fracking scent was driving him mad. After some very cautious maneuvering, he managed to get the other male down from his perch. Holding him in his arms, Adlar eased them off Dar’s back. The other’s weight sent a tingle through his body. Annoyed at the reaction, he lowered his enemy to the ground.
The first thing he noticed was the captain’s bars on the collar of his sleeveless shirt. Hmm, that’s interesting. Leaning down, he plastered his ear to his foe’s chest and listened. The other male was breathing fast. Concerned, Adlar checked his pulse. It, too, was more rapid than what it should be. Then Adlar saw the standard issue injector of antiserum on the ground next to them.
“Hmm, how very curious. You must’ve had a reaction to the sap. I’ll have to make note of that since it’s unusual.” Still kneeling, Adlar brushed back the dark, tangled hair. Feeling the dampness, he withdrew his hand. His foe must’ve used mud from the waterfall to hide the brightness of his hair. He was impressed.
He feathered his fingers over the stranger’s pulse again, taking a minute to stroke the soft skin, as the stranger’s pulse returned to normal. “Good. That’s good.”
His mind agreed, but his body had other ideas. He removed the pak from the other male’s back and dropped it to the ground. Then he unclipped the cuffs from his belt and slipped them on his prisoner’s wrists and ankles. There wasn’t a chain to attach to connect the cuffs—that could be added later—but they did demote the wearer as property.
This was the first time he’d taken a slave. The collar came next. This was how he’d control his prisoner. The navy blue metal was actually very smooth, lightweight, and flexible. It was also practically indestructible. After he placed it on the other male’s neck, he locked it. It was better for the wearer to be conscious before activation. A sudden shock to an unconscious mind could cause distress. Since he was unsure why his prisoner had passed out, it wasn’t a good idea to activate the collar yet. 
Once that was finished, he checked for other weapons in the pak. He removed what there was and hid them on his body. Then Adlar settled on the ground, Dar sitting next to him. He held the other male in his arms so he could monitor his breathing and restrain him, if needed.
But even he wasn’t fooled by such a flimsy excuse. He was attracted, and as horrifying as that was, he couldn’t deny his half-hard cock. He touched the collar, admiring how it lay against his foe’s neck. And such a lovely, long neck it was too. Adlar let his fingers wonder down the soft skin. So, so pretty. The deep, rich skin tone fascinated him. It was such a contrast to his paleness. He suddenly removed his fingers. This was not the place to examine his prize.
A low moan came from his prisoner.
“Come on then, open your eyes.” Adlar lowered the other male to the ground.   The male’s eyes twitched then slowly blinked open. “Who… who…?”
Adlar saw the confusion. His grin was as sharp as a knife’s blade as he stared into brown eyes—big, beautiful brown eyes. By some odd twist in genetics, the males of the ruling Yesri family had brown eyes. They were the only ones. All other Yesri’s either had green or blue eyes.
Although his species didn’t interact with others, they did stay abreast of current affairs in their galaxy. He knew the youngest Yesri prince captained a starship. Things just kept getting better and better.
TBC
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