The Space Spoon novel Chapter 73

Tejeda sat on the side of the bed, thinking about how he should spend the night. He was certain that the king knew more than he was letting on. There was also his technique of enticing Tejeda to stay for the night. There was something more than met the eye.

The door creaked open, and a beautiful feminine voice called out, "Can I enter?"

Even though he didn’t answer, delicate footsteps approached him. The moment he turned around, his jaw hung open. The woman he asked for the night, Alina, was in the room completely naked.

At first, he saw her face. No tinge of red blushed her cheeks. If she had any shred of decency in her body, he couldn’t tell. Though what her body did have was quite exquisite. Those generous curves were much better than he envisioned them, and they fit her boldness perfectly.

Her breasts were round, each with a small brown nipple. The flare of her hips under her slim waist made the rest of her body look perfect. Tejeda's eyes followed the contour of her stomach, which narrowed to a flat belly, and ended with a beauty mark above her pubic region.

“I hope you don't mind, Colonel," Alina spoke, her voice sweet and innocent. Even though anyone could guess her tone was just for the kinks, the effect was the same.

"I don't mind at all." Tejeda gulped forcefully. "However, I'm not sure you'll receive what you want tonight." Given his senseless genitalia, that was the truth without a doubt.

Piercing amber eyes flashed with irritation at his response. "Don't worry. I'll do whatever you ask me to do." And she kept coming his way. Soon he had to decide what to do.

Tejeda took a step back, keeping a considerate distance between them. "Tell me why you are really here. What does your master want from me?"

Alina stopped in front of him and placed a finger over his lips. “I’m not good at talking, but I’m very good at other things. You won’t forget this night, believe me.”

If he wanted to use his time wisely, he needed to gather more information. An entire night locked up in this room didn’t sound like he would be able to do that. But taking this woman’s memories would surely give him the means to lurk around. She had to know the layout of the palace and other details he needed to know. The only question that remained was if he should kill her or make sure she would sleep tight until morning.

For whatever reason, he didn't want to kill her. Tejeda rubbed the bridge of his nose, wondering how he could keep her in this room the whole night. Then his gaze met the curtains on the wall lights. He couldn’t grasp why they were there even though there were no windows.

His eyes twinkled as he thought of a better use for them. Tejeda yanked the curtains and tore them in long pieces of cloth. Perfect for what he had in mind.

“Lay down on the bed!” he ordered.

He stood up and stepped closer. When he touched the woman's skin over her ankle, she shivered. It was a pleasant sensation to watch, and Tejeda fought the urge to enjoy the show as long as possible.

“You're going to love this," he whispered. "No woman has complained so far."

With that, Tejeda pulled off his shirt and pants. Those would only have hindered his transformation. Having multiple limbs didn't help with the undressing.

His right arm was the first part of his body to lose its human form. The purple tentacle slithered through the air toward the woman on the bed. If he was about to leave her like that for an entire night, at least he could do something to make her feel good. Also, giving her the orgasm of her life was his best bet to make her fall asleep. Exertion did that to humans.

The tendril curled around her calf before sliding along her thigh and reaching its destination. A muffled squeal came from Alina. She thrashed wildly on the bed, even though she was thoroughly tied up. Her torso arched, pointy nipples lunging upward with a certain allure that appealed to Tejeda.

His lips curled as he thought how this was only the first tentacle to come out. His smirk dissolved along with his lips as he took on his octopi form. Well, the night on Beridian had 96 hours. He could spare some of them to make her squeal.