The Warmest Place to Hide: Bellara Maxxima, Galactic Courier, #3

By Fenchurch Francisco

En route to making a delivery, Bellara's precious relaxation time is interrupted as she comes across a derelict Federation vessel broadcasting a distress signal from deep space.

 

Boarding it in the hope of finding survivors – or more importantly, profitable salvage – the only thing waiting for Bellara at first is the remains of the ship's crew… but how will she cope when the mysterious alien creature responsible finds its way onto her own vessel?

 

And who can she trust when it could be disguised as anyone?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fenchurch Francisco
• Release date: Nov 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223710523

Fenchurch Francisco

I've always had a passion for penning erotica - be it tender romance, hardcore smut or anything in between. I enjoy writing contemporary, fantasy and science-fiction erotica, leaning mostly towards female or futa protagonists. For those of you who haven't had the chance to check out the lurid adventures of Bellara Maxxima, Galactic Courier, the first book in the series has now had a price drop to $0.99 until July 1st! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1444298 If you enjoy my writing, please consider subscribing to my mailing list with the link below to receive an exclusive freebie - a sizzling side story from the My Mother, the Porn Star series! http://eepurl.com/iDOKV2

Book preview

Perfume from a flower Bellara didn’t recognise wafted through the humid air of the Phuttarri interrogation chamber, mingling with the scent of arousal and sweat. The warmth of the interrogator’s body pressed against her, the alien woman’s dark green skin covered in a sheen of body oil and leaving her back greasy and slick where the two of them touched. Her hands wrapped around Bellara’s waist, legs curled around one another as a flaccid, throbbing length lay at rest against the courier pilot’s cheeks. Her restraints had been lifted – Bellara’s arms and legs no longer spread-eagle on the interrogator’s table as they cuddled post-coitus.

The muscular alien’s belt and boots were on the floor, her peaked cap sitting lopsided on her brow. "I could get into a lot of trouble for this, prisoner, she purred in Bellara’s ear, pulling her closer. Eventually someone’s going to realise I’m not actually getting any information out of you."

Bellara craned her neck to give the interrogator a coy smirk. You could always tell them how good I am at satisfying the needs of Phuttarri women.

That got a chuckle out of her. If I did that, I’m sure my superior would have to step in to verify that information personally. Her hands moved up to give Bellara’s chest a possessive squeeze. We might not get a chance to see each other again, if that were the case.

Well, we can’t have that, Bellara replied, shifting her hips to grind her rear against the hermaphrodite alien’s crotch, eliciting a low moan from her. Perhaps I’d best stick to playing dumb on that charge.

The interrogator slid her oiled-up hands down Bellara’s body, coming to a stop at her hips. Or perhaps I should... attempt other methods of acquiring information, hmm?

You won’t get anything out of me, you brute!

Oh ho, we’ll see about that, prisoner!

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A loud alarm tone blared in Bellara’s headset, the visor displaying an emergency shutdown message as the VR scene suddenly froze and faded to black. "Oh, come on!" she cried, the pod opening with a hiss of air and the haptic attachments