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scraped knees, then took hold of the root of his cock so to
raise it to her lips. A blip of recognition flitted through Urna. Beneath the
wild multicolored spray of hair he thought he saw familiar features. Something
in the angle of her cheekbones, her chin. Something he recognized. Had she been
in to see him before? If so he didn’t remember the scars. Then again, she might
not have had them last time.
    Whatever. Her mouth came down on his meat and he grunted. He
looked down to see the cinching ring of her lips gripping him. She sucked him
three-quarters of the way down his shaft, her cheeks caved in tightly around
him. He thought about demanding that she deep-throat him but decided to have
mercy on her gag reflex. Besides, that moment of maybe-recognition had softened
some of his automatic harshness. He had no reason to be cruel to this woman,
after all. Sometimes it was pleasant sport to be an asshole. Not tonight,
though, he resolved.
    “That’s good. Yeah. You’re a talented cocksucker.” She
deserved the compliment.
    The stiff tufts of her hair tickled his smooth inner thighs
in a not unpleasant way. Her distended mouth rose and descended. Saliva
dribbled out over his hairless testicles, another enjoyably ticklish sensation.
His breaths were coming in raspy pants now. Which made him remember his
promise.
    “If you want to get fucked, you better climb up on it now.”
He had thought about mounting her but this would do. Why get off his back?
Besides, this way he could continue to look at his walls, at the accumulation
of maddened scrawling, years of fitting words together into a diatribe of epic
proportions. Beyond understanding. Beyond decoding. Perhaps even by the artist
himself.
    She had released his cock from her mouth and was moving up
to straddle him. He put a hand to her curving hip, asked, “What’s your name?”
    “Arvra.”
    “How’d you get those scars, Arvra?”
    Her blue eyes shot instantly away and he felt an
uncharacteristic pang of regret for asking. Normally he said whatever the hell
he felt like in situations like this, same as when he and Rune were out
gallivanting through the Unsafe.
    But something in Arvra’s manner made him reconsider his
attitude. Also, hadn’t he just vowed not to be a prick to her? Maybe, though,
he really was curious, and just not used to framing such questions tactfully.
    “Hey,” he said in the gentlest tone he could summon. “Stupid
to blurt it like that. I wasn’t saying I’m put off by them. Really…” He lifted
his hand to her shoulder, traced one of the two purple lines there. “Really,
they’re kind of pretty.”
    “No,” she said, still looking away. “They’re not.”
    “Okay. Sorry.” Sorry? How often did he say that word?
    “You really do want to know how I got them, don’t you? I
mean, I didn’t have them last time.”
    So she had been here before. Had he successfully impregnated
her, and they’d sent her back for another seeding? Probably not. Her tight
young flesh showed no signs of stretching.
    Arvra said, “I’m from a border town, right across from the
Unsafe. We don’t really get the sun, but we’re not completely in the shadow
cast by the outer fringes of the Black Ship either. You wouldn’t believe how
much trouble I have to go through before they’ll issue me a travel pass to come
here to the city, even when the Guard are the ones who’ve ordered me to.” She
was looking down at him, shaking her head.
    He wondered if a Passenger’s claw had given her the marks
but didn’t interrupt to ask. He was suddenly engrossed by her unfolding tale.
    “People—regular people, civilians—they go into the Unsafe
sometimes,” she said. “You’re a Weapon. I’m sure you know that. People need
stuff, and there’s a whole planet of goodies out there. Metals, fabrics, rare
things that only—” Her blue eyes darted away once again, this time with a hint
of fear in them.
    “That only the Lux get,” he finished for her.
    Her