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Gladys Hawke
An Ellora’s Cave publication written by
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SAMANTHA WINSTON
MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-603-8
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© Copyright Samantha Winston, 2003.
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Edited by ALLIE McKNIGHT
Cover Art by DARRELL KING
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Prologue
Gladys Hawke
She crouched in the cellar. Blood dripped from her chin and her head rang from a blow. The ground
shook as tronic bombs hit, and from outside there came the sound of splintering wood and crunching
metal. Over and over loudspeakers broadcast the emergency warning, “Get out of the streets. Stay in
your homes. If you have cellars, use them for shelter. Get out of the streets. Stay in…” The mechanical
voice continued without inflection.
Something approached…metallic steps, a skittery sound, and hissing. She closed her eyes and tried to
slow her frantic gasps for breath. Digging her fingers into the crumbling cement, she tried to remember the
words to the prayers her mother used to say, but her mind remained blank. The alien Sargrys roaming the
streets made remembering impossible. All she could recall were her own screams as they caught her, and
then everything went black. She was here now…or was she? Memory or reality? She couldn’t be sure.
Then a dark shadow fell over her and she looked up, and began to scream again.
Tagor
He knew he dreamt, but he didn’t try to wake up. In his dream he was on an ancient sailing ship and a
woman lay next to him. Gentle waves moved the ship; night shadowed the scene. Stars spangled the
black velvet sky, but no moon cast light on the dark ocean. The ship floated alone in the deep night. He
reached his hand out. The deck still felt warm from the sun though; the night had just begun.
The woman next to him lay in shadow. He couldn’t see her, although he tried. All he knew of her was
the warmth of her skin, her scent, musk and honey, and her taste, salty-sweet, still in his mouth. He ran
his tongue over his lips. Her kisses had been slow and sweet. She murmured, and he strained to hear her
voice. “Tagor,” she whispered, and the hair on the back of his neck prickled.
He raised himself on his elbows and tried to see her. Her eyes opened, and he caught a glimpse of
starlight sparkling in their depths, but he couldn’t make out their color. And then she arched her back and
said, “Make love to me, Tagor.”
At her words, a blast of heat filled his belly. His cock got hard so quickly he groaned and had to roll
over. She reached for him and wrapped her fingers around his erection. She held it lightly at first, and he
sensed fear, so he soothed her. “Shhh,” he said. Holding his breath, he slid his hands over her body. “It’s
all right, I’ll never hurt you,” he murmured.
She was strong. Her fear ebbed and her hand continued its exploration. Slowly at first, then as she
gained confidence, she kneaded his cock, cupping his balls, twining her fingers in his wiry pubic hair.
He stroked her body. He could feel what he could not see; she was tall, slender, strong, and smooth.
 
When he cupped her breasts in his hands, her skin was smooth as silk. The nipples of her large, firm
breasts hardened against his palms. He bent his head, licking at her breast, and took a nipple in his
mouth. He sucked it, gently at first, then as he felt her writhing, harder, until she cried out and arched her
back. She cupped her own breast, holding it up to his mouth, and little stabs of excitement rushed
through him. Spurts of precum shot from his penis, and the woman gave a soft chuckle as her fingers now
slid and slipped over his cock.
She sat up and knelt over him. He tried to see her, but the darkness still hid her. He could hear her
though, and she was breathing fast. Then she bent her head down and trailed kisses over his chest and
down his stomach. When her lips slid over the head of his cock, he pressed his hands to the deck, trying
to control himself. He wanted to thrust into her, give it to her hard and fast, but part of him wished it
would last forever.
Her body rocked against him, he felt her legs open and she pressed her cunt against his shin. It was hot
and slippery, and the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. Her mouth, insistent and demanding, sucked
at his cock; her tongue twirled around it. She squeezed him harder with her fingers, and he came a bit
more before he gritted his teeth and managed to stop.
“Come, sit on me,” he begged.
She purred, her mouth vibrating on his penis. Then she slowly licked to the very top, poking the tip of
her tongue into the tiny slit, penetrating him. His cock hardened even more, and he gasped at the
sensation.
Then, in one smooth movement, she straddled him, her body outlined against the sky. Using her hand,
she guided his stiff cock into her soft body. Her cunt was slick with desire. He felt her juices coat his
balls, and he smelled her need, hot and arousing; it drove him mad. But he knew, somehow he knew, that
he shouldn’t move. He had to lie on his back and not move.
Why? How did he know? Who was she?
The thoughts fluttered through his mind, but he didn’t want to dwell on them. Her tight pussy sliding
down the length of his shaft intoxicated him. He trembled with the effort of staying still. He groaned, his
whole body tense as a wire. “I’m coming,” he managed to gasp, and then he did. His cock jerked as he
ejaculated into her, his arms outspread, his shoulders shaking. She gave a small cry and she pressed
down upon him, her cunt opening and closing around his cock. Their bodies convulsed together, bound
them together. And then he opened his mind to her…
Now he was hers forever. He could never leave her, or he would die.
Tagor sat up in his bed, sweat running in rivulets down his chest. What kind of a dream left him wrung
out and exhausted? Why had he dreamt of a woman he’d never seen when he happened to be
surrounded by women? Could it be linked to the stress of the past few months? Gods of the Green Seas,
he hoped not! He’d sworn to avoid his empathic skills after Kelva. His teeth ached and he realized he’d
clenched his jaw. Swearing softly, he rubbed his head.
Why? Why think of Kelva now? It had been years since he’d made the mistake of bonding with her
emotionally and she’d broken that bond, nearly killing him in the process. Years since his teachers had
sent him away from his home in Eisos saying his powers of empathy were too great—he got in too
deeply.
 
He stepped into his sonic shower and pushed the chrome button. Tingling waves cleansed his skin, but
his mind remained fuzzy, still lost in the vestiges of his dream. Why had he dreamed of that woman? What
did she have to do with him? And why did he sense danger when he thought about her? His life was
dangerous enough.
Tagor the Pirate was wanted in twenty solar systems.
The answers remained locked in his head, and already he couldn’t recall the least detail about the
woman in his dream. How strange—
His comlink buzzed, and he pressed it. “Tagor here.”
“I’ve had a late night inspiration.” The voice came over the line in a computer-generated buzz. Its owner
wanted to remain anonymous, but Tagor knew to whom he spoke and his skin prickled.
“What’s that?” He kept his voice even, despite his anticipation, and the last traces of his dream faded as
he swung his legs over the side of his bed and grabbed his uniform.
“Something that might come in very handy. A new acquisition for your harem. A woman wanted by a
certain sect of red men for stealing a fabulous ruby.”
“I see. You think I can bargain with her, is that it?”
“I think that you should try it.” The voice dropped to almost a whisper. “There is no more time left. In
another month, everyone will know that the Sargrys have returned, and there will be panic. She hates the
Sargrys. She’ll help.”
Tagor drew a deep breath and wiped his hand over his face. “I hope you’re right.”
“Good luck.”
“I’ll need it.” Tagor clicked off his comlink and stared, unseeing, at his antique star map. The fate of the
galaxy rested on his shoulders and it was crushing him.
Chapter One
The spaceport bar was closed for repairs, a usual state of affairs, so Gladys Hawke, pilot for the
Ever-Gee, the largest Federation trade spaceship, caught the tube shuttle and plunged down the
mountainside towards the narrow sprinkle of lights illuminating Miner’s Town. She was alone. Her best
friend, Cha’ng, refused to hang out in space bars, claiming they were a waste of time and space. Gladys
objected, saying she met most of her friends in those places. Cha’ng just snorted and said that explained
a lot. The joke still made her chuckle, but she would have liked his company tonight. Little things
bothered her lately and her edgy mood drove her out of the cramped quarters of the Ever-Gee and off in
search of a cold beer.
As she strolled along Main Street, the only street in that mining town, she noticed a cina-max theater for
three-D movies, an entertainment hall, a zero gravity sifting-station for the miners to sort their haul, and
 
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