Loving Deviant
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lifted her leg, stepped on the bed, and stood still on the mattress. She turned to face him, surprised to find him right behind her.
He suddenly gripped her hips. I have to figure a way to get you off this station. You cant very well walk next to me as we leave.
She finally understood. You plan to carry me?
I dont see any other choice. They will probably stop anyone your size walking through the station. His arms opened. Wrap around me.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders and he grabbed her hips, lifted her right off her feet as if she didnt weigh a thing, and jerked her against his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and stared into his eyes inches from her own.
Youre small but not small enough. He frowned. Release me.
She let him go and he had her stand on the bed again. He took a few steps back, studied her, and frowned. I dont suppose your limbs come off easily and reattach?
No! The idea shocked her.
A faint grin curved his handsome mouth. That would have been convenient. I had to ask. Give me a moment. Ill think of something.
You could put me in a bag and carry me over your shoulder. Theyll think Im merchandise.
That would be too suspicious if they are searching for you, and they might be checking anything large enough to contain a human. His gaze traveled all over her, making her feel warm. Then he looked away to glance around the room.
He moved toward the fake window curtains that were part of the decoration, tore one of them off the wall, and turned. I have an idea. This might not be comfortable for you, but it wont last for long.
I can deal with it. She shrugged. Its going to beat being forced into sexual slavery.
He froze.
I didnt mean with you. I meant staying here and having to work in that brothel.
Youre lucky we dress as pirates, and their garb is very loose.
Thats definitely a bonus right now.
He flashed a grin. Stand up.
She climbed to her feet, wondering what hed do with the material. He stepped forward, holding the curtain in one hand, and then grabbed her around her waist, jerking her against his firm body. Their gazes locked.
Put your arms beneath mine and grip my shoulders from behind.
She did, curving her fingers around his warm skin. He had expansive shoulders, and her tight hold on him flattened her breasts against his muscled chest. Her heart accelerated and the blue of his eyes seemed to darken again while they watched each other.
Wrap your legs around my waist. Hold on to me tight to support your own weight for a moment.
She did, and it was like hugging a muscled tree. His arm slid from around her waist to hook under her ass, jerked her tight against his pelvis, and she realized his cock was hard, trapped between their bellies.
Dont move.
She didnt as he released her, used both arms to spread the curtain, and began to wrap it around their bodies. She quickly got what he was doing as he wound the material, forcing her legs to hug him even tighter. He tore each end of the curtain into short strips after he wrapped it around their bodies, and tied the strips together. His hands gripped her hips, he wiggled his body a little, and she slipped down him a few inches.
Tuck your head against my chest.
She did it, pressing her cheek against him. Her ear flattened, she could hear his firm, strong heartbeat. His arms wrapped around her back and he sighed.
This will have to do. Dont move.
I cant. You have me wrapped too tight.
Good. He held her as he bent, grabbed his shirt and head gear, and straightened. Its about to get worse. You cant speak or move, do you understand me?
Yes.
He put the shirt on and covered her body with it. He probably looked pretty paunchy with her over his front, but the loose clothing still didnt seem to suffer from tightness. The shirt fell almost to his knees. When he put on the head drape, she lost sight of all light. It was dark and warm, hard to breathe, and her ankles protested being twisted a little, and wrapped so tightly against his body. It wasnt outright painful though. It was just really awkward having her knees up by his ribs.
He took a deep breathit made her hold hersand he blew it out. Hold very still. Ill hurry, and we might
He suddenly gripped her hips. I have to figure a way to get you off this station. You cant very well walk next to me as we leave.
She finally understood. You plan to carry me?
I dont see any other choice. They will probably stop anyone your size walking through the station. His arms opened. Wrap around me.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders and he grabbed her hips, lifted her right off her feet as if she didnt weigh a thing, and jerked her against his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and stared into his eyes inches from her own.
Youre small but not small enough. He frowned. Release me.
She let him go and he had her stand on the bed again. He took a few steps back, studied her, and frowned. I dont suppose your limbs come off easily and reattach?
No! The idea shocked her.
A faint grin curved his handsome mouth. That would have been convenient. I had to ask. Give me a moment. Ill think of something.
You could put me in a bag and carry me over your shoulder. Theyll think Im merchandise.
That would be too suspicious if they are searching for you, and they might be checking anything large enough to contain a human. His gaze traveled all over her, making her feel warm. Then he looked away to glance around the room.
He moved toward the fake window curtains that were part of the decoration, tore one of them off the wall, and turned. I have an idea. This might not be comfortable for you, but it wont last for long.
I can deal with it. She shrugged. Its going to beat being forced into sexual slavery.
He froze.
I didnt mean with you. I meant staying here and having to work in that brothel.
Youre lucky we dress as pirates, and their garb is very loose.
Thats definitely a bonus right now.
He flashed a grin. Stand up.
She climbed to her feet, wondering what hed do with the material. He stepped forward, holding the curtain in one hand, and then grabbed her around her waist, jerking her against his firm body. Their gazes locked.
Put your arms beneath mine and grip my shoulders from behind.
She did, curving her fingers around his warm skin. He had expansive shoulders, and her tight hold on him flattened her breasts against his muscled chest. Her heart accelerated and the blue of his eyes seemed to darken again while they watched each other.
Wrap your legs around my waist. Hold on to me tight to support your own weight for a moment.
She did, and it was like hugging a muscled tree. His arm slid from around her waist to hook under her ass, jerked her tight against his pelvis, and she realized his cock was hard, trapped between their bellies.
Dont move.
She didnt as he released her, used both arms to spread the curtain, and began to wrap it around their bodies. She quickly got what he was doing as he wound the material, forcing her legs to hug him even tighter. He tore each end of the curtain into short strips after he wrapped it around their bodies, and tied the strips together. His hands gripped her hips, he wiggled his body a little, and she slipped down him a few inches.
Tuck your head against my chest.
She did it, pressing her cheek against him. Her ear flattened, she could hear his firm, strong heartbeat. His arms wrapped around her back and he sighed.
This will have to do. Dont move.
I cant. You have me wrapped too tight.
Good. He held her as he bent, grabbed his shirt and head gear, and straightened. Its about to get worse. You cant speak or move, do you understand me?
Yes.
He put the shirt on and covered her body with it. He probably looked pretty paunchy with her over his front, but the loose clothing still didnt seem to suffer from tightness. The shirt fell almost to his knees. When he put on the head drape, she lost sight of all light. It was dark and warm, hard to breathe, and her ankles protested being twisted a little, and wrapped so tightly against his body. It wasnt outright painful though. It was just really awkward having her knees up by his ribs.
He took a deep breathit made her hold hersand he blew it out. Hold very still. Ill hurry, and we might
