Free Breathing Vapor by Cynthia Sax Page A

responsible for his emotional turmoil, traipsed through the chambers, showing them off, allowing attendees to fondle and abuse them.
    After the thirtieth female grabbed his cock, Vapor was ready to wage war on these enemies posing as her friends. Even Thrasher had lost his sense of humor.
    You willingly allow her to touch you? His friend transmitted. Why? There’s no pleasure in it.
    There’s no pleasure in these females’ touches , Vapor corrected. Mira’s caresses are different. The bliss she invokes exceeds that of a hard fought victory against a worthy opponent.
    Hmmm… Thrasher considered his words. I’ve experienced something similar.
    Vapor doubted that he had. His gaze shifted to his female. She was as miserable as he was. Her smile never wavered but the bleakness in her eyes had become more pronounced, the lines around her lips deepening.
    She had a purpose for this party and it wasn’t enjoyment.
    A male, young, relatively fit… for a human, sidled close to Mira, unabashedly gazing at her breasts. A low rumble rolled up Vapor’s chest.
    She was his female. No other male would touch her.
    He took a step toward Mira.
    We have a situation, Thrasher announced. There are beings gathering outside the structure.
    Vapor bombarded the area around them with energy pulses, scanning for life forms, weapons and other possible threats.
    Three sides of the chamber were secure. The security of the fourth, the far exterior wall, was severely jeopardized.
    Large numbers of humanoids scurried back and forth, working industriously outside the structure. They were heavily armed and were constructing some sort of device.
    Vapor didn’t know what their plans were and he wasn’t going to stick around to find out. Protecting his female was his first priority.
    He stalked toward Mira, stopping only when his chest pressed against her back.
    “We have to leave,” he murmured into her right ear.
    “We can’t, not yet,” she whispered back.
    “This isn’t a debate. We’re leaving. Now.” Vapor grasped one of her wrists.
    “I make that decision, not you.” She wrenched her body out of his grip and marched away.
    He stared at her, watching her hasty retreat, his fingers twitching. When they left the event, he’d spank her ass until it was bright red.
    I smell fuel, Thrasher warned.
    Cursed female. Vapor hurried after her.
    And an igniter.
    He ran, pushing humanoids out of his way. Females shrieked. Burly humans reached for their guns. Mira turned. Vapor scooped her into his arms, curving his body around hers.
    The blast drowned out her protests and pushed them both forward. He fell to the floor, covering Mira completely. Heat flowed over him. Shards of debris pierced his neck and back, striping his skin with deep gouges of pain.
    Vapor remained still, enduring the agony, absorbing it all.
    He hoped it would be enough to save her.

 
    Chapter Six
    Mira couldn’t see anything. Her view was blocked by her cyborg’s massive arms. But she felt. Oh, did she feel. Her body ached. Her cheek throbbed where it had connected with the floor. There was a burning in her right shoulder.
    She wasn’t certain what had happened.
    All she knew was that it was really, really bad, and she had caused it, by telling Vapor about her mom.
    Mira had been standing by mom’s side, holding her hand, when she had been apprehended. The Commander in charge had wanted to kill her also, to tie up loose ends, ensuring that no being ever knew that the wife of the famed Designer had been a traitor.
    Her mom had begged and pleaded with male, sacrificing her pride and her dignity to save Mira’s life. She made her vow to remain silent, telling her that bad things would happen if she ever said anything about that planet rotation.
    Mira had kept her promise. She’d never told another being, never talked about that planet rotation, ever.
    Until moments ago, in her transport ship.
    She’d told her cyborg, because she had to tell some being, the knowledge was