by Alyx X
19
Kylie
This ship looked like Fey and Myro's sip, if it had been dipped in a brighter, more concentrated gold.
And glitter.
I hadn't seen glitter since Fey had carried me out of The Scarlet Feather and now it was painted on the walls and floors of his father’s ship like it was meant to be luxurious. To me, it was nothing more than a sleeker, more expensive whore house.
Not that I saw much of it, Myro was nearly carrying me through the cargo hold, the voices of the Coxian warriors and the battered Fey only steps behind. Footsteps fell like rocks, our racing steps blending with the others as Myro glanced back, one dark look enough to show me how scared he was. I guess now was not the time to remind him that I had a habit of chopping off cocks for fun....
Shouts echoed through the massive cargo hold as we darted behind it, the sound zipping up my back and almost making me turn to fight. I knew I was being a royal idiot. There was no way I could fight all of them and come out alive, much less on top.
"Come on..." Myro pulled me after him, the look on my face clearly too confident for him to trust me. Or maybe it was the fact that I had lifted my knife... "The lower decks are usually empty."
I didn't miss his uncertainty—it turned the tight coils in my spine into springs. Okay, Myro had read me right, I was ready to turn and pounce on those bastards and stop them from whatever they were doing to Fey.
"Hold him down!" Someone yelled, the sound of flesh and blood splashing in an echo behind us.
"I'll hold someone down," I mumbled, wanting to turn even if I continued running with Myro, even if it meant tripping and likely exposing us.
"Not until we are in the air," Myro reminded me, one of the gold and glittery doors sliding open to reveal another hallway that was as gold and glittery as the last. Fuck, didn’t these people ever get sick of their own damn skin tone? "Then you can kill all you want."
We darted in, the door sliding shut and locking out the sound of the beating that was echoing behind us. I took a breath, the shaking exhale slipping past my teeth.
"What are you? Who—?" Myro and I turned to the voice, to the wall of chest and golden skin that blended in so perfectly with the golden, glittery walls that I hadn't even noticed him.
I noticed him now, and I certainly noticed his wide hands as they moved toward us. Ready to strike.
I didn’t think, I reacted. It was lucky I did, because while I probably couldn’t handle this behemoth on brute force alone, I was faster. My knife darted forward, the tip hitting against the wall of muscle of his stomach. He grunted at the impact, the grunt turning to a gasp as the point of the knife gave way with a pop, and warm blood speckled over my hand.
"Shit!" Myro snapped as the man collapsed and the knife slid from his belly, more warm blood coating my hand. Myro barely caught him before he hit the ground.
"Double shit." I said, not nearly as concerned or alarmed as I should be, given that I’d killed a man. "Sorry. Reflex."
"It's okay," Myro said with a grunt as he hoisted the guy over his shoulder, more blood splashing over the floor.
"What are you doing? We can't take him with us. And all of this blood..." I had cleaned up blood before, but nothing like this. There were great big puddles of it splashing over the golden, glittery floors, inviting anyone who stepped in here to know exactly what had happened. Stupid aliens and their giant bodies full of too much blood.
"They are used to blood on this ship. I promise you; no one will notice." I doubted that.
"Yeah, but we can't take a body with us," I might have been whining, but this was not the time to be carting a stabbed and groaning man around an unfamiliar ship where, if we were found, we would be killed.
Not that Myro cared, he was already moving, and fast. I stumbled after him, trying not to slip on the mess I’d made. The gutted Coxian moaned as Myro grabbed his hand, holding it against the grey pad besides the door.
The thing slid open without complaint, revealing not a hall, but what looked like a dormitory with stacks and rows of bunks. I had a feeling that without his hand print we wouldn't have been able to get in here.
"We can't hide here," Myro said nothing, and was already dropping the body and grabbing the grey clothes that seemed to be the uniform for this ship.
"We are going to the state room. It's always set aside for more prestigious visitors than Grymm, but with that bastard on board it will be empty. We have to get there." Myro was already stripping, throwing his clothes in the corner and pulling the grey in place. I wasn't about to leave the one fitting shirt and bra I had behind, so I layered, using Myro's cast aside shirt to wipe what blood I could from my hands.
It did little more than leave streaks of yet more gold behind. Again, could their planet make any other colors?
"If I coated myself in this stuff maybe they wouldn't notice I was human." The idea seemed sound to me so I didn’t wait, I started wiping Myro’s blood-covered shirt all over my arm. "They would think I was a Coxian, same as you."
Myro appraised me, then laughed loudly and had to slap his own hand over his mouth.
"What?"
"They won't think you a Coxian," he chuckled, shaking his head at me like I was a misbehaving teen.
"Why not?" I looked at my arm and then at him. "Do Coxian women have like five boobs and ass for days or something? I mean, I think this color is pretty close."
"Oh it is," Myro stepped around the splayed body of the Coxian, his hands firm on my hands as he pulled me into him, his fingers tangling with mine as he lifted my arm, inspecting the color with a grin. I only saw a flash of his teeth before he pressed those perfect lips to my arm, trailing a line of kisses up my exposed skin, carefully avoiding the blood streaked bits.
"Then what is it?"
"You would stick out like a Barzulian Grog, regardless of your skin tone." Choosing to ignore the whole alien idiom thing, I thought I understood what he meant. In all the time that I’d spent with my boys, learning about their planet and their rulers, no one had ever mentioned any women.
“You have no women.” It wasn’t a question.
He nodded, continuing praising my body with his mouth and hands. It didn’t escape my notice that he was currently sending gentle pulses of desire toward me. The fact that he was trying to seduce me in the middle of evading capture, having killed a man, while covered in alien blood didn’t escape my notice either, but I was having trouble forming coherent thoughts at the moment.
"There are no Coxian women," he continued, then broke his trail of kisses, planted a firm one on my mouth, then took my hand to leave. Leaving the now lifeless body, he pulled me down one hall and then another, a deep rumble shaking the floor. We must be nearing takeoff. "All of the children that are born are male, that's why we leave the planet to find women to please us and continue our race."
"Except human women," I cut in, doing a quick step so that he wasn't pulling me quite so much. "We're scary or something. I’m still hoping I get to be a superhero."
"You're something." Myro gave me a grin, golden eyes and white teeth glinting as he pulled us to a stop and placed his own palm against the pad beside the door.
The door clicked, but it didn't move, the gears ground as the floor continued to rattle, and voices carried to us from down the hall.
"So are we going to Earth then, if what he said was true then that idiot is—"
"We can't go to Earth, we will all die there," a second voice cut in, rumbling as the speakers grew closer. Myro slammed his palm against the pad again and again.
Click. Squish. Click. Squish.
"Still, it would be nice to see what all the fuss was about..."
"You want to see if they are as tight as they say."
The two men laughed; the sound close enough that if we didn’t move they’d spot us. No amount of golden blood was going to save us. In a panic, I turned, smashing my hand against the pad.
As if that would work, there were no female Coxians.
Which is why my jaw dropped to the floor when the door slid open, revealing a room that was nearly as neat and large and ornate as my room on our ship. My jaw dropped even further.
Holy fuck. I just thought ‘our ship’.
Ignoring that, I could only stare, despite how near death we were. My jaw was left behind, dangling from shock as Myro pulled me in, the door sliding shut so fast that I didn't even see the shoes of the two Coxians that were laughing so loud the sound blasted through the now closed door.
"Okay, so, one down..." I said, still holding onto the knife as I stared at the door, not quite believing that any of that had worked.
"A whole ship full to go." Myro added on. For the first time he sounded ready to go. If he had any ideas about why my very human—very female—palm had been able to open this random door on this random ship, he kept them to himself.
“Good. Let’s start now.” I turned, ready to race back out and to the bridge. This place was exactly like our ship. “I know where the bridge is, and I know exactly where I am going to sit… it’s the perfect height for some throat slicing.”
Myro whipped around from where he’d been inspecting the room. “And how exactly do you know where to hide on the bridge to ‘do some throat slicing’?”
I crossed my arms, inviting him to contradict me. “The ship’s layouts are the same, right? I think I know exactly where to go, and I’ll handle the throat slicing, so don’t worry about that.” I winked at him.
Myro lowered his gaze seductively, beginning to stride toward me at a predator’s pace. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I took an involuntary step back from Myro’s stalking gate.
“You may know where the bridge is, but how do you know what the height of the desks is good for?” He was teasing me, trying to get me to confess, gently pushing on me with his power.
For fuck’s sake. We were in the middle of something here! Except, looking at the heat in Myro’s face, the way he cocked his head at me with that rather sinister smile… Okay maybe I was aroused.
“I… I might have imagined it. What it could be used for.” Myro had reached me, his warm hands sliding up my arms. I shivered beneath his touch, and leaned my head back to gaze up at him, heart thundering.
Myro’s power was so perfectly aimed at the moment that the familiar waves sent my thighs quivering. He saw my trembling legs, and his power snapped back into him, leaving me empty and wanting. Then, he leaned forward to plant a very gentle kiss to the space where my neck met my shoulder.
“Ahh… right…. Well… No throat slicing until we are almost there.” Myro whispered into my neck. The topic of his sentence contrasted strangely with how hot we’d both become. “We can take control the day we are due to land. With how fast this ship is, that shouldn’t take more than a day or two.”
“But, what will we do in the meantime?” I was breathless, caught between desire for murder and desire for something else.
Myro looked at me sideways from where he’d been leaning back into my neck, blessing me with the cutest, cockiest smile I’d yet seen on him. Where this newfound confidence was coming from might have had something to do with the absence of Fey, but I wouldn’t let it go to waste. I had already fallen for both of my guys. The thought of what Fey was enduring right then made my heart ache. But Myro was right.
We had plenty of time. We had a good plan. What else were we going to do?
Leaning forward slightly, I ran my hands from the base of his spine to the back of his neck. Every strong muscle tensed beneath my hands. Myro pulled me closer to him with his hands on my ass, pressing his already thickened cock into my stomach.
I looked around, taking in what I could see of the room around Myro’s broad back. We weren’t too far from the bed, so I tried my luck. “Room, lights off.”
The room obeyed. Strangely, the absence of light equated to permission for Myro because he did not hesitate to sweep me into his arms, carry me over to the bed, and toss me on top.
I landed with a bounce, giggling and squirming to rearrange myself. There was enough light spilling from the bathroom to allow me to watch him swiftly remove the grey pants and shirt he’d borrowed.
Just as he was about to throw himself on top of me with as much force as he’d thrown me, I held up a hand. “What if this is someone’s room?”
Myro froze where he stood, dick twitching as it pointed at me, a drop of pre-cum already inviting me to lick it away. “Then they will have a nice surprise to return to.”
I laughed, but shook my head. I was not down for some random Coxian to walk in on us fucking and either want to join, or try to kill us. Well actually, that first option didn’t sound too bad…
“Really, Myro. I don’t want to get caught.”
He laughed and then said, “This ship is built to transport many people, but based on the goal of this trip—to capture Fey and me—I think it’s understaffed. This room isn’t being used.” I nodded, trusting him to know more about his culture than I did. “Still,” he continued, “just to be safe.” He strode across the room, erection bobbing to and fro, and punched something into the padlock next to the door. A whirring noise sounded, and the small window in the door went opaque.
“Neat trick.” I said.
Myro turned back to me, gave me another glimpse of that rare, wicked grin, then bounded across the room. He leapt at the last second and I squealed as he landed on top of me, but he held himself far enough off of me that I didn’t get crushed.
“Hello,” he murmured. I stared at him with wide eyes, unbelievably aroused and surprised by his behavior.
Slowly, I ran my hands up his broad chest, making him shiver. “Hello back.”
Myro lowered himself enough to be hovering over my body, and looked at me as if I was the only thing he’d been waiting for his entire life. I supposed that, in some ways, I was. I lifted my head to close the distance, and placed my lips gently against his.
Myro sighed into my mouth, then lowered his body until it was pressed against mine, his erection flat against my stomach. I bucked my hips up into him, but he didn’t budge. He kissed me slowly, languidly, shoving as much of his power and his love for me into that kiss.
Even though we were in a dangerous situation, even though we were in a stolen bedroom aboard a ship headed to our certain doom, I kissed him back with as much emotion as he was crushing me with. The moment was tender, sweet, and perfect, and my body flooded with passion.
Not from Myro’s power. No, this time it was all me, and it was all because of him, not his power. Not wanting to waste a second of our borrowed time, I kissed him deeper, plunging my tongue into his mouth and yanking him down on top of me until I practically couldn’t breathe beneath his weight.
He tasted so good. Like sweat and adrenaline and sex. I wiggled below him, trying to remove the pesky clothing so our skin could meet. Understanding what I wanted, Myro lifted himself easily to allow me to shimmy out of both tops and bottoms.
Briefly, I became stuck in the tangle of fabric and Myro chuckled as he swiftly removed the obstructions. Now fully naked, Myro slowly dragged his gaze down my body. There was so little light in the room that I wasn’t sure what he was enjoying without using his hands, but he seemed pleased because he lowered his head to capture a nipple with his mouth.
I arched into him, dragging my nails up his back while he sucked, pulled, and swirled his tongue over me. His cock twitched into my stomach and I slowly moved my hips in time with his. I heard him groan, and he switched to the other breast, this time a little rougher.
Fine by me.
I pushed on him gently, wanting to be the one in charge this time. He let go of me to appraise my face. “What?” He asked, not understanding. I pushed again and the silly man stood up, instead of switching places as I’d been expecting him to.
I sighed, but decided this could work too. I felt forward in the darkness for his abdomen. When I found it I stood as well, only to lower myself to my knees before him. Fey’s c
ock had tasted as good as I’d imagined, and I knew Myro would be equally delicious. My only worry was his size...
“What are you—”, his words choked off as I lowered my head to his cock, taking in as much as I could, which wasn’t nearly as much as I’d like. Oh well, at least his soft skin tasted as good as I’d imagined.
Myro surged forward, nearly gagging me. I coughed and pushed on him gently, and he leaned back before placing his warm hands on my head, groaning as I began.
Just as he’d teased my nipples with his tongue, I would do the same to him. I used my tongue to suck and stroke, then added my hand to the base of his cock in order to leave no inch of skin untouched. I used the other hand to cradle his balls.
At that little addition, Myro yelped, but sighed and groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair. I worked harder, wanting to wring every ounce of pleasure out of him I could, even if it meant I’d have to wait to experience his cock in a different spot.
Myro was gasping and panting above me as he gazed down at me with liquid gold eyes. Then, I saw his face screw up and his muscles tense and I knew he was close. I moved faster, sucked harder, and moved my hands to his ass, excited for the climax. But then, in a flash of movement I didn’t see coming, I was somehow off of his cock, in his arms, and he was slamming his mouth on mine.
I shoved him back, disappointed but freshly aroused. “Hey, I was—”, Myro cut me off with another kiss, then turned to place me back on the bed. I had no idea why he’d stopped me, but I guessed it had something to do with him wanting to pleasure me first.
Fine by me. Myro laid me down as if I was made of glass, then dragged his hands down my body until I was quivering again. Myro kept going. At the same moment that I realized what he was about to do, he licked along my slit with determination.
“Fuck!” I shouted, nearly hip-checking him in the face as both he and Fey had done to me already. He looked up at me, making sure I was okay, but I nodded and whispered, “Sorry, please don’t stop.”
