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Untitled Part 13

A few hours later. Bau'jah collected all pelts from the bed and replaced them with clean ones. Standing before the incinerator, he debated if he should keep them or destroyed them, they smelled way too good, full of their mating musk, it made him want to relish his moment of glory a bit longer. On second thoughts - he dumped them into the incinerator unwillingly, it was too much of a distraction that he certainly couldn't afford right now.

And next, he had to disinfect the ship, this was the most problematic task, as he had mated her on every possible surface he could find on his ship, and the walls too! Pauk, he grunted after he finished checking the place, he could smell her sweet musk everywhere now.

"What are you doing, Red?" Ray asked during her late lunch while he was scanning around the ship.

"Cleaning." Bau'jah replied.

"How? Anything I can do to help you?" She took another bite of her fruit.

"No." He clenched and unclenched his fists when his eyes fixated on her chewing mouth then her naked body. He needed to remove their mating musk as soon as possible, and get her new clothes too, for the next three days' sake.

He considered spraying the ship entirely via its ventilation systems, that would take less than an hour and the results would be more effective, but it was also harmful to her hooman body, or he could take her out for a day if the storm wasn't in the way - he walked straight to the console and punched in a few codes as the walls around the bridge activated then became transparent before him - the storm raged outside, heavy rain impinged upon the planet's surface, with trees being knocked down, bending at an ugly angle by the severe wind. No, he would not take that risk of her being hurt.

He had no choice but one rudimentary method remained, he quickly turned to the storage area. Once there, his hands fumbled amongst all the equipments stored on the shelves. Clasping the canister in one hand, he doused the fabric with disinfectant liquid and began to wipe the surface of their mating spot manually.

Last time he'd done this, he was assigned to latrine duty and mess hall duty as a source of punishment for injuring his opponent during sparring session when he was an un-blooded, only this time instead of unpleasant punishment, he was rewarded by their joint musks that had encompassed him, a rattle of rumbles emanated from his chest as memories of her moaning underneath him were still vivid. He quickened his action in hope to end the sweet torment soon.

Ray watched him wiping the interior of the ship with his brutal strength, working purposefully like he was trying to bend the metal surface, she moved to the bedchamber to get out of his way. Lying down, she wished there was something else she could do to help around here, even the smallest thing, she felt so useless and bored as hell. Sighing, she covered a yawn with her palm.

After hours of elbow grease, his eyes surveyed the ship with satisfaction. Inhaling deeply again, the strong musk dissipated, leaving only a hint of her hooman scent in the air lingering, faint enough to ignore it if he wanted to. For the first time in weeks, the heady haze of lust was finally clear from his mind and his libido in control, he could at last focus without her distraction. He exhaled and immediately headed to the trophy room.

She'd been lying here for awhile now, enjoying the temporary rest while it lasted, she even took a little nap. Covering her body with a piece of thick fur, she walked out of the chamber in need of a company. The corridor was empty and Red wasn't in sight, she began searching for him as she checked around the ship. The place already looked sterile before, now it was literally sparkling, she could see her own reflection on the wall if she looked closely enough. He never ceased to amaze her, she shook her head and smiled.

A short moment later, she found him in the trophy room, there were animal furs and parts strewn across the metal slab, his attention was completely devoted to his current task. Stepping in quietly, she sat down on the floor in a far corner of the room, not wanting to disturb him. Placing one hand under her chin, she watched him as he worked amidst all the equipments on his metal workbench with unwavering focus.