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Planet Gikaet
Northern Base, Aluna
King Xeus’ Satellite Office
Xeus’s O.D.I. buzzed up his arm, not that it had awakened him. He was doing what he did every night, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. The holographic letters were bright in the lowered lighting. The direct message was from Xan, which included Cales as an afterthought. All correspondence went through Cales and with reason, but Xeus’s nephew and supreme commander thought he was above protocol.
With a scowl, Xeus read the message. He froze as he attempted to understand the words. Earth had underwater ships? Had mastered deep-sea warfare? Could fire missiles with success? He bounded out of bed before he thought to, striding to the display vid in the central room. He activated it and navigated to their data archives of Earth.
There! Submarines?
“Submarine,” he said to activate his O.D.I.
A submarine is a watercraft capable of independent operation underwater. These vessels are large and crewed, moving beneath the surface with stealth and speed.
The schematics, images, and archaic vids were extensive with continuous innovation over centuries. Not only were these vessels maneuverable underwater, but they fired a variety of missiles. Etteria couldn’t perfect one type, never mind so many others. Alodon’s balls. He forgave Xan for his protocol oversight and applauded him for discovering such vessels. This could assist in the war.
His door slid open, and Cales burst in, also in his sleeping pants. He strode to where Xeus browsed through the information.
“Incredible,” he said, his smile vibrant and his body vibrating with emotion.
“Yes, it is implausible that such a tiny, blue planet could solve two of our crucial issues.” Xeus focused on an image of the inside of a submarine—its narrow and lowered passages and small air-seal doors. “Our males will not fit,” he said, disappointment gripping him, tugging his mouth downward.
“Yes, we would need to construct our own. This is a long-term venture; one we may not have time for.”
“At least their missiles fire true, perhaps let us focus on this.”
“But there are so many. I will bring this to the lima kuu. Let them decide on the most viable type to construct and test,” Cales left Xeus standing there, still browsing through the many images available.
With a grunt, he entered the cleansing room. He might as well start his day. He dropped his pants and rumbled at his throbbing arousal, realizing he needed to attend to the chore. In his disbelief regarding these underwater vessels, he hadn’t felt himself harden. Every day, it was there when he awoke, and he usually dealt with it with prompt efficiency.
Stepping into the cleanser, the water activated, drenching him in seconds. He rested his palms on the white bulkhead, high above his head while ducking his head in and out of the spray. Will my days ever be more than surviving? Will I be able to look forward to something, an event, seeing a person? Will I experience joy, pleasure, peace?
With a deep sigh, he lowered his hand to his arousal, wrapping his fingers around the hard girth of it. At his heated touch, images exploded in his mind, startling him. He released his arousal, and the images faded. That had never happened before. He grabbed his arousal again, and the images returned. He focused on them and groaned. They were not of Oriana, thank the Maker, but were of a little human female with masses of brown curls. Macera.
He hadn’t realized how much he liked her appearance.
As soon as he thought her name, his arousal hardened to its full length. Familiar tingles originated from his balls along his malehood to the head. With two pumps of his hand and a roar, his seed ejected out of him, leaving him shuddering, his nipples having pebbled at the force of his release.
“Alodon’s balls,” he rasped, his voice hoarse. He wished he understood what had just occurred. Rinsing off his spilled seed, he completed his cleansing lest the images tempted him to repeat the chore. He’d never been this aroused, and even though she wasn’t his Dar Eth, her blurred image must have impacted him.
Macera.
He shivered, allowed the wrap to close around his body then strode to the closet. He dressed in his warrior breeches, yanked on his boots, and strapped on his chest armor. He needed to keep his mind active, and he’d do so by checking in with Remi regarding the Gika training before his morning meal. Perhaps these discussions would assist in calming him. Even more preferable if it would eradicate images of Macera from his mind.
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