“I really think I would remember you,” I say in a tone which carries a whole lot of carnal significance. This human is hot. She has very ample curves, a whole lot of sexuality and fecundity on display. I can feel my body reacting to her with primal need, but first things first.
“Let’s get to the ship, and then discuss whatever it is you’re trying to tell me.”
She goes ahead of me, her rear filling out her suit so pleasingly it is all I can do to stare at those rounds moving alluringly against one another with every hurried step.
There is something very strange going on here. She stops in the clearing where my ship is parked and turns toward me with an expectant look. She knows it is here, even though it is currently cloaked.
“Make it visible, and then make it invisible again,” she says. “We have to stay out of sight at all costs.”
I am now very curious. A beautiful human woman is clamoring to get inside my ship. She knows my name. She knows my secrets. This feels like the beginning of a very hot interlude in which my prehensile cock finds every filthy inch of her.
A more cautious version of myself would pause at this point and ensure that everything is above board. The current version of myself flashes my ship into existence faster than I ever have before, and ushers her inside before returning to glorious invisibility.
She takes a seat in the pilot’s chair like she owns the place. She has been here before. It’s as obvious as it is absolutely impossible.
“So. What is going on?”
“What’s going on is you trade in flesh.” She points a finger at me accusatorially, as if she’s been reading my mind. I didn’t think humans had any telepathic abilities at all, but this one might change my mind on that. “And you have taken advantage of me.”
“I think I’d remember that,” I grin.
“In the past,” she says.
“I really think I would remember that.”
“You’d be surprised what you don’t remember. I’m shocked at how little you’ve retained since we were last here.”
I don’t know if I enjoy her sassy attitude. The way she’s looking at me is frankly impudent. It makes me want to spank that ass of hers and transform that cocky expression into a more submissive one.
“Do you really not remember?”
“Let’s say I don’t,” I say. “Let’s start with your name again, I know you mentioned it, but you’ve said a lot.”
“Ava,” she sighs. “We are going to get eaten for sure. You’ve got to try to remember between loops.”
“Loops of what?”
“Time,” she sighs again, more dramatically this time.
“Cut the attitude, little girl,” I growl.
Her eyes brighten. Her ears practically prick up. She likes being spoken to that way. Makes sense. She’s obviously a brat through and through. There’s only one way to handle brats of any timeline.
I grasp her by the upper arm and haul her out of my chair. Then I take my seat and bring her down across my lap.
“Zed! No! We don’t have time for this!”
“We absolutely have time for this,” I tell her, admiring the way her suit pulls taut over her generously proportioned ass. She’s beautiful. Truly stunning. I like her sass, even though I’m about to try to spank it out of her and I already know that I will fail.
My palm makes perfect contact with the curve of her ass, right across the thickness where she sits. Spanking her is just as satisfying as I thought it would be. “You just crash landed a ship on a troll planet,” I tell her. “That’s an act of reckless stupidity guaranteed to get you dead in practically any timeline.”
“And you’re here, waiting for me. Planning to use me to get rich!”
“I wasn’t waiting for you. I didn’t know you were going to slam a perfectly good piece of technology into the outer crust of one of the most dangerous planets in the galaxy.”
“Are you sure? You probably should have. I’ve done it at least once before, and probably dozens of times.”
I spank her again, not certain that what I’m doing isn’t somehow wrong. If she’s as mad as she sounds, this may qualify as taking advantage of a girl in an unfortunate situation.
“OW! Goddammit, Zed.”
I like the way my name sounds on her tongue. She says it with a desperate kind of intimacy.
“I have heard of some unfortunates being caught in repeated time loops,” I tell her. “Are you telling me that you and I are caught in one?”
“Yes!” She sounds so relieved to hear me say that.
“And you remember, and I don’t.”
“I worked it out, last time round. We were about to be consumed by a time squid and it suddenly all became completely clear to me. It’s like I knew exactly what was happening. I just didn’t know why.”