by Alyx X
It was a matter of wills as I pulled myself away, cock still throbbing while I pulled my pants back on and slipped out the heavy doors that would guard her from now on. The sleeping fashka laid gracefully beneath a sea of stars.
"Welcome home." The doors slid shut, leaving me to strut down the long hallways like the conquering cock I was. I needed some food after the night I’d had, and maybe I would bring her something to eat. That seemed like something a nice guy would do.
Which apparently was what the woman was turning me into. Damn it! I was going to have to find Myro and give him a good gut punch, remind myself that I was still the one in control of this situation.
But first, I needed to figure out what humans ate.
As luck would have it, I could do both of my tasks at once. The door to the ship's kitchen slipped open, revealing Myro laid back in the chair he usually sat in, feet up, reading and munching on some leafed greens we had found in the massive market on Earth.
"Good morning," he said without looking up, turning the page as he took another big chomping bite of his leaves.
"Morning!" Even I knew I sounded too chipper. Too chipper for a rainbow fart out of Turineian battle dog, and therefore way too chipper for this Coxian son, a battle god.
Myro turned, eyebrow raised, and then went flush white with anger.
"What the hell did you do?" He nearly yelled, throwing his book down as he jumped up, his chair clattering down with a bang that shook those pretty glass jars that held treats and powders from across the stars.
"Do? I walked into the kitchen to get food. What did you do?" I laughed, still strutting to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of double chilled Mitran juice, milked from the Mitrans of Mit. It was our last bottle, but I deserved the reward.
Perhaps I would share some with Kylie, see if she liked it.
"No, Fey," Myro was still yelling, charging over to me like a bull in heat. "You don't come into breakfast with no shirt and smelling like sex. So, I will ask you again, what did you do?"
This was going to be more beautiful than I expected. Who cared if that beautiful human had already had my dick under her control with one touch of her velvety smooth skin? I may bow to her, but no one else.
"I did what you couldn't." I turned slowly, drinking the delicious juice as I grinned, and he fumed.
Shit.
What had we done, traded places? I was swooning over one beautiful woman, and he was going to try to fight me... again.
"Do you really want to do this again, Myro?" I rolled my eyes and took another drink before putting the glass down. I didn't want to break it during the fight that was apparently about to erupt.
"You went to her bed last night." His voice was dark, and the words were not a question. I was amazed the guy didn't have steam spewing from his ears, his golden skin had even faded in his anger.
"Well, I seem to remember it more as her dragging me there spreading her legs and begging me 'Please!' 'Please!'" I moaned and screamed the last two words, arching my back as I prodded him.
That wasn't exactly what had happened, but he didn't need to know that. I wanted to drain more of that gold color from his skin and make him hurt. He’d always had the more potent power, the bigger cock, it felt good to have the upper hand for once.
"You couldn't stay away for one night, could you? You had to go force yourself on—"
"The only thing that was forced was my cock into that tight little pussy of hers."
"—and take her all for yourself." Myro finished. His skin was grey now, his fists pounding against his thighs, but I leaned back and smiled. My cock twitching at the memory of it sliding into her for the first time.
"Oh, yes, I did." Everything I said seemed to slam against Myro at once and he flinched, his jaw twitching as he tried to think of something else to say.
Instead he punched me.
I could have dodged him—I’m sure I could have—but instead his fist landed squarely on my jaw, slamming me backward against the counter and sending one of those pretty glass cannisters to the floor where glass and yellow beads of Isranian Honey scattered like pebbles.
"Danik!" I screamed, all that wonderful tightness in my gut turning to frustration. "Damn it, Myro! Jealous much?"
"No." He spoke through his teeth, heaving as he took a step back. At least he knew me well enough to know that he couldn't do what he’d done without retaliation.
"Ha!" I spat, surprised when the glittering taste of my own blood filled my mouth. "You've wanted her as badly as me. You're a fool. A fool who thinks that some kind of gentlemanly strides will give you an upper hand in capturing her. She told us to come back in an hour, you just decided not to come. So, I made her come... and I came all over her..." I was taunting him. Baiting him.
It worked.
This time I was ready for his swing. He stepped forward, already pulling his arm back. My fist hit his jaw first, and he staggered back, tripping on the glass and honey beads and sending him right into the table that he had been sitting at. The other chair went soaring, sending beads everywhere.
"Don't get mad at me, Myro, you had your chance! You chose not to take it," I leaned back against the counter, snatching the juice as he staggered back up, facing me with yet another bruise forming around his eyes. Poor guy was starting to look like a patchwork quilt.
He really needed to stop standing up to me, not that I minded the added chance to punch the bastard. It was definitely making up for the blubbering love-sick mess that Kylie had turned me into. My father had better not see what that weak little human had done for me, or he would send me to the fighting pits. After so long away, and with only Myro to spar with, I am not certain that I would come out on top like I used to.
"No, I chose to let the girl get used to her surroundings—"
"Just like you chose to let her rot on Earth?" I grinned, but he didn't so much as flinch.
"Just like you strutted to TerraLink and nearly got you both killed?" He countered me smoothly, his grin stretching as mine did.
Bastard had a point. I took another drink of my juice; well aware I was drinking more than I had planned. Guess I would have to take Kylie to the planet of Mit to see the Mitrans milked and taste the delicacy when it was fresh.
"Fair. But don't forget that you didn't want her to come here in the first place."
"Not true. I want to keep her safe, you know she can't be here. Not if we are ever going to go back home. Not if we don't want all of our asses ripped to shreds. I'm not going to put her in danger!"
How I ever put up with this guy I will never know. If I didn't know better, I’d say that he was scared of pussy with the way he avoided it. His whole claim to monogamy was probably a ruse to keep from having to bed a female. Perhaps he preferred males, as sometimes happened among our race. Though, I knew he wanted Kylie as badly as I did.
"She's already here, Myro. What's done is done. You can't be mad at me for actually listening to what Kylie said," I teased, leaning into him. "You chose to stay in your room last night, and that choice will cost you. I already told you that I don't want to share."
"I'm sorry, I don't think that that is your choice." We both turned as Kylie walked in, clearly having followed the raised sound of our voices.
She was completely naked. Glitter, eyeliner, and perfectly straight hair all washed or sexed out of existence. She hadn't even bothered to grab any of the many fluffy robes and wraps that were hung on her walls. Not that nudity seemed to bother her. My cock was already twitching to life. That, and a desire to feed and pamper her. Coxians were all about sex, but she was continuously bringing out something more in me.
"Well, I guess that depends on how you view your—", I started. She held up a hand and stopped me mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing at me dangerously. And there went my libido. My shoulders sagged at the dark look she fixed me with, a weird sensation crawling up my back. I wanted to drop to my knees and plead for forgiveness.
This was even worse than wanting to p
amper and feed her. Gah! What was this vixen doing to me?
"You didn't buy me, Fey." Her dark eyes sparkled mischievously as she stepped into the room, thankfully avoiding the pieces of glass that were everywhere. "If you want me to stay here then you need to knock that shit off. I get that you are sex aliens and all, and I came from a whore house, but I..."
Kylie's rant slowed and then stopped as she let out a sound that I had heard more than a few times last night. The dark anger in her eyes shifted and she stepped back, one hand reaching to the doorway for support.
It didn't take a genius to realize what was going on.
"Knock it the fuck off," I snapped, reaching out and smacking Myro on the back of his head.
"Sorry! I didn't realize..." I swear he never did. All part of never truly getting laid. "I'm sorry Kylie..."
I smacked him again for good measure.
"And another thing," Kylie said, still clinging to the door frame as she tried to catch her breath. "You two have got to control that... you are going to turn me into a dried-up prune if you keep it up."
"A prune?" Myro asked in confusion, shooting me a look as though this was somehow my fault.
"Yes! I don't know what kind of women you are used to... but humans can't have too much sex or it leads to some unpleasant things." She forced a grin, but I was as confused as Myro, who was now slack jawed as he tried to figure it out.
"I'm sorry, I don't—"
"Imagine those giant Coxian cocks of yours feeling like they had been plunged into hot burning oil and were turning inside out."
As one, Myro and I flinched, my hands covering my groin as I withered into the cabinet. Myro looked as though he was about to wet himself with that giant dick of his. I really didn't envy him now—not that I ever had—but now with the idea of my cock being burned and whittled away, I was grateful I didn't have more than a foot of that agony.
There was no chance of my cock lifting more than an inch. I had a goddess, naked in front of me, and I was as shriveled as a ... prune. However shriveled that was.
"Now you get it." She crossed her hands, which framed her breasts perfectly, but still didn't do anything for me. I was still too horrified by the imagined pain. "So, a little less of your sex juice please. And you," she rounded on me, stepping forward and thankfully avoiding some of the honey and glass, "you didn't purchase me, because TerraLink never owned me."
That dark fire was back in her eyes, her lip curling into a smile as she faced me dead on. Okay, I guess she could still arouse me.
"Understood." I mumbled, resisting the urge to shift the front of my pants.
"Good." She grinned, made a sound like a mouse and turned, holding her hand out to Myro. "Now, come give me a tour of this place."
12
Myro
A tour.
I could manage a tour, especially after we took a brief stop to get her a robe. I needed to keep all my frustration at Fey and want of Kylie in check. The two seemed to have combined and made some kind of super-powered orgasm reactor that I was sending right at the poor human.
I was amazed that she had been able to keep herself standing, even though I could sense how much my accidental exposure of my powers had affected her.
God, she smelled amazing, which only made controlling all of those emotions worse. Damn it, Fey! I should have known. I shouldn't have stayed away, even though I was trying to be respectful. Now, I was giving a tour to a goddess that had recently been deflowered, and smelled of all the beautiful things I would like to do to her.
Stop! Not that the internal reminder was helping, I was one grin away from boiling over.
"What's this?" Kylie asked, pulling me out of my thoughts as she pulled us to a stop again. I was so preoccupied that this tour had quickly turned into her asking questions as she followed my blind wandering.
"Library." I said, glancing into the massive room that was my sanctuary. Not that I could keep Fey out of it, but he didn't hang out in here like I did.
I turned, ready to continue down the hall, but Kylie had frozen, her face screwed up as she scanned the walls that were covered with the hundreds of books I had collected along my travels.
"You have seen a library before?" I asked, worried. I knew Earth was bad, but it hadn’t quite hit me exactly how bad it was until I’d seen it for myself. I knew Kylie had a relatively good setup within the Scarlet Feather, but that didn’t mean this couldn’t still be a new concept to her.
She nodded, "Just not one this big. I've never seen so many books."
I didn't miss the eager awe in her voice, the breathless wonder that was making her eyes sparkle again. It was a beautiful sight, all of the amazement that turned her face into a softer, more childlike, version. It made my stomach flip, and the tight hold I was attempting to keep on my power slipped. She gave me a look, clearly having felt that. I zipped it up, shifting my feet in an attempt to calm down other parts of my body that had woken up.
"Would you like to see?" I held my hand out, welcoming her into the room with a grin that hopefully masked the fact that my voice had cracked.
"Yes, please," she grinned at me, white teeth flashing as she strutted her way in. Thank god we had stopped to get her a robe. I swear, the way she was moving her body was made to drive me mad. I couldn't imagine being able to control my ability if I was looking at the perfect globes of her—
"Watch it, Myro," Kylie said breathlessly, her back straightening as she inhaled with a gasp that was almost a moan.
"Sorry." And I was, even if the smell of her was intensifying in a wonderful fashion.
She exhaled with a shake and continued into the library. In an attempt not to send her crippling over into an orgasm, I stayed back by the door, the heavy medal portal sliding shut and locking us in automatically. It was something I had set up years ago to keep Fey out of my space, but now that was seeming like a bad idea.
"Where did you get so many books?" she asked after a minute, the tip of her finger sliding over the spines of the dusty volumes before she stepped toward the table and the books I had been madly reading since first laying eyes on her. The books that had forced me to come to the conclusion that it was best to leave her on Earth.
My spine straightened. Even though I was sure she couldn't read the ancient Coxian script that they were written in, it still made me uncomfortable knowing what they said.
"I collect them," I stepped closer to the table, ready to grab them all and shove them back on the shelves. "Everywhere we go I try to find stories or histories to take with us. I love learning about all the places we go... some cultures don't have books, however, which is unfortunate."
"And Earth?" She was looking curiously at one of the bigger books on the table, and the drawing depicting the differences between humans and Coxians. The book was one of the many instances of them trying to prove our incompatibility. Coxian superiority. They made me sick.
"Most of the books from your planet were destroyed years ago it seems, lost in cities that burned up in a war," she nodded as if she understood what I was saying, still looking at the drawing. "I did manage to find a few though. Something about a garden and tomato soup. Would you like to see?"
I reached toward her, gesturing toward where I had placed the tomes upon our return yesterday. She didn't budge. She stood still, staring at the image, her finger hovering above the dark likes as she traced them.
"What is this?" She glanced at me, her curiosity mirroring the worry that I was sure shone brightly on my face. My shoulders pulled into a tight line as I stepped forward, ready to take control and take the book from her, all while not wanting to lie to her. "Is this the language of your people?"
"Yes. That is an old Coxian history."
"And this is a human." It wasn't a question; her eyes held no confusion as she looked up from the book. They were hard, knowing, as she stared at me. "Is this about what you were talking about before? That if your planet finds out about me that they will kill you? Is that why you aren't allo
wed on Earth?"
All that tension in my back was turning into an iron rod as I stood, frozen in place, locked under the gaze of the powerful female. She shouldn’t know these things.
"How do you know about that?" My voice was a hard note, every protective instinct firing as though I could grab her and run away from the book and all the painful answers to her questions.
"Natalia said that you weren't allowed on Earth," she chuckled, carefully turning the page of the giant book in search of more pictures. I almost reached forward to bat her hand away, but pulled myself back. "Why? Was that supposed to be some big secret?"
God, why did the sound of her laugh have to twist my groin so pleasantly? It would have been worse if everything else wasn't twisted so tightly with nerves.
"I had assumed so. Did she say why?" I dragged my hand over the back of my neck, watching her carefully.
"No, but you did." I must have physically jerked at her response because she grinned at me again, thankfully stepping away from the book to face me. "I mean, if you are doomed to die for being with a human, and you have books that depict female vaginas as having teeth and poison," she said with a gesture to the book that certainly had both of those things, although Fey's continued existence was making me question their validity. "Clearly you guys think that my vagina is going to bite off your dicks all on its own."
"It's not that..." It wasn't. I hadn't even known about all of that before I’d opened the old book, which was good, because if I had, we might not have even ventured to Earth. "They say that Humans drain our powers. Humans make it harder to seduce, turn us mortal, and eventually we get a pox on our cocks and they fall off." I tightened my thighs at that statement, even though Kylie was chuckling for some reason.
I had been told these horror stories my entire life... which might actually have had something to do with why I didn't show up in her room last night, no matter how much every fiber of my being had begged me to run there.
