by Luna Wolf
With his arm still around me, he leads me to the cafeteria, the green arrows showing the way. It's a small room, with four tables, a place for us to rehydrate food and drink, and a water station. Nothing special.
"How about some herbal tea and a few BK biscuits?"
I nod.
He goes to one of the containers by the rehydrator, and pulls out two tea balls and a packet of biscuits. He sticks the biscuits in the machine before going to the water station. I hold out my hand for the warm glob of water to fall into. Its heat covers my palm, but doesn't burn me.
Slowly he presses one of the tea balls into my water, the surface breaking just enough to let it in before it reseals itself. The water transforms into a light green color as the ball dissolves.
The rehydrator dings. He goes to it and pulls out the now puffed up package before grabbing a plate to place them on.
He lets go of me as we take a seat at a table, facing each other. I miss the security that having his arm around my shoulders gave me.
Picking up a biscuit, he holds it up to my mouth. I take a bite. Crunchy chocolate fills my mouth and graces my tongue with its sweetness. My shoulders relax before I take a sip of my tea.
"See? Isn't that better? I say chocolate biscuits fix everything."
"I've never h-had them until now."
All four of his black eyes widen. "What? Why? That's horrible."
I shrug. "I-I don't know. I just n-never thought to try th-them. I didn't like sw-sweet things until after they put the hormone chip in me."
He places a hand on his chest. "My word, woman. I didn't think it was possible not to like sweet things. Sweet things are life!"
Heat travels to my cheeks; I hide it with my long hair.
He stands from the table. I glance up at him. Did I offend him that much?
"Have you ever had cheesecake?"
I shake my head. Is that a deal breaker question? Will he leave me for Pansy or Rosie?
His hand returns to his chest as he closes his eyes. "This won't do. I can't go on knowing you haven't had a wondrous thing like cheesecake."
He goes to the container of foods and digs for a moment. "Ah, ha! I knew I saw it on the log of things that came with us!"
My eyes widen. Did he memorize the inventory log? I barely glanced at it for the food items. I was more worried about medical.
I watch as he grabs a few more things before placing them all in the rehydrator.
He looks over his shoulder at me. "You're in for a treat, Squeaks!"
A small laugh escapes me. The mischievous glint in his eyes brings the fantasy of him and me in the shower to the front of my mind.
Over the last few weeks, my need and want for all of them has increased ten-fold, but I'm not daring enough to make the first move. So far, King has been the only one to kiss me. Are they scared of messing things up, too?
I should be more daring, like Pansy and Rosie. They have no problem acting on how they feel.
He comes back to the table, carrying a plate with the slice of cheesecake on it and two small bowls of something.
"Get ready for a feast." He set everything down on the small table, covering up most of the free surface. One of the bowls holds a brown sauce while the other holds a red one with sliced strawberries in the mix.
He cuts the cheesecake with a fork before dipping it in the strawberry sauce, making sure to also grab one of the strawberries. Holding it up to my mouth, he waits for me to take a bite.
Parting my lips, I take the offered bite while keeping eye contact with him.
The sweetness of the sauce, mixed with the creamy texture of the cheesecake, washes over my tongue.
I swallow reluctantly; I want more. "That's really good."
He grins. "Right?"
Heat travels to my core. Fuck it. Leaning across the table, I kiss him.
He stills for a moment before his lips return the kiss, moving over mine softly.
The tip of his tongue parts my lips. A moan rumbles out of him when he tastes the cheesecake and sauce. Breaking the kiss, he dips a finger into the chocolate sauce before running it down my neck to my collar bone. Leaning farther in, his hot lips kiss a path down the sticky line, licking it up.
A shiver wracks my spine.
Octavius scrapes his teeth along the thin flesh around my collarbone before sucking. I gasp. My clit aches with the need to be touched. I lean more into him, pushing the food out of the way. Pulling him up to my mouth, I kiss him again, harder than before.
Another groan erupts from him, sending a thrill through my body. He likes kissing me.
A siren blares as red-light flashes, turning everything a horrid shade of blood-red. We break the kiss and my heart hammers with a new rush of panic.
"Please return to your seats. We are about to enter an unexpected asteroid field. Please return to your seats immediately."
We leap to our feet, and he takes my hand. Octavius groans. "Her timing is terrible."
I nod. "We need to get back to the seating area, though. We'll get to do that later, I promise." If we don't die because of this unexpected asteroid field.
King hugs me as we return to the seating area, where everyone else already sits strapped into their seats. "I was worried you two wouldn't make it back in time."
The three of us take our seats, and I hold onto their hands as the ship begins to rock us from side to side.
I'm glad we can't see what's happening. I don't think I could handle seeing the giant rocks flying through space around us.
Several bangs thud against the metal of the ship, like twisted thunder. Can this ship handle something like asteroids hitting it? The woman said the asteroid field was unexpected. Does that mean the people who planned for this trip and built the ship weren't prepared for something like this?
My heart races to the point that blackness edges in from the corners of my eyes.
More bangs thunder around us. The ship isn't doing well in avoiding them.
Sirens blare again. "Critical damage has been sustained. Dispatching repair-bots now."
What? I can't breathe. We're going to die in this forsaken contraption.
My world goes black, I can't think anymore.
"Squeaks! Are you okay?"
"Here, have her smell this, it'll wake her up," Rosie’s voice echoes from somewhere near me.
Something sour creeps into my nose, forcing me to open my eyes and push it away.
Everyone, including Tibby, stands around our set of seats, all peering at me with curious eyes.
"What ha-happened?"
Arrow clears his throat before running a blue hand through his navy-blue hair. "The ship had some problems, and you fainted on us. Everything is okay now, though. We made it through the asteroid field and are still counting down the minutes to the next warp-travel."
"Di-didn't it g-get dam-damaged?" My hands shake. We almost died.
Echo nods. "It did. But the ship managed to fix itself."
So I fainted for nothing? Embarrassment rolls through me. I want nothing more than to be alone right now. Instinct takes over as my body goes invisible. I stand before any of them can reach out to grab where I was.
"Squeaks, where did you go?"
Arrow sighs. "Come back. You're okay."
I flee from the room, heading for somewhere to hide. I run past the cargo-hold, and the cafeteria. I only stop when a door blocks my way. It opens for me, revealing an observation deck. Blood rushes around in my ears like a rhythmic drum. The expansiveness of space terrifies me, but I force my feet to carry me into the room. There's something about it that calls to me. I want to see more, but I also want to run away screaming. I walk until only a few feet separate me from the epic glass window.
I stand there for a while, reveling in the beauty of it all. The door slides open behind me, and I glance over my shoulder. I'm still invisible, so they won't know I'm here unless I make a sound or reveal myself.
Echo walks into the room, clicking as he steps
up to the window. Can he see any of the magnificent scene in front of him?
"I know you're there, Velma. Unlike the others, I can see you."
I jump at his words. Only the guards with their special heat-viewing glasses could see me back at the compound. "You can see me?"
He grins and turns his head toward me. "My echolocation works by bouncing off solid things and sending me an image back of the shape. You can't get rid of your body mass, so I can still see you even when everyone else can't."
"You're the first person I've ever met that can see me without special tech-technology."
His grin broadens. "I guess that's something special only you and I can have then, huh?"
My heart flutters. Something special only the two of us have together. "Wh-what d-do I look like to you?"
He takes a step closer to me and clicks his tongue several times. "I can't see detail or color. Solid things have outlines of light, bright and shining." He lifts his hand and traces my jawline with his index finger. "I can see how your face is more round than the other girls. And the way your nose turns up ever so slightly. It's adorable, by the way."
A flush runs the length of my body at his gentle caresses and words. "Can you see anything beyond the window?"
He shakes his head. "No. The sound can't move beyond the glass. My echolocation bounces off of it and shows me nothing of what's beyond."
I frown. It's sad he has to miss out on a view like this. "I'm sorry."
He shakes his head again. "Don't be. I can't miss something I've never experienced. Though, sometimes Arrow will explain what things look like to me, using textures to describe it, since I have no reference for color."
I face the window. "Th-there's a ma-massive planet right next to us. We're tiny in comparison. The surface looks like the sand-traps we used to do in training. Hot and falling inward to a nothingness below. If we get any closer, it could swallow us without ever knowing we were there in the first place. I'm sorry. I'm probably ter-terrible at th-this compared to Arrow."
"No, you did perfect. It means a lot that you gave it a go." He reaches out for one of my hands, and I take his. He pulls me toward him before clicking his tongue once. "I've wanted to kiss you since the first day we met."
I step as close him as I can. "Then kiss me."
He cups my cheek with his hand before running his thumb over my lower lip. Leaning down, his lips meet mine, firm but soft as he takes control.
My body melts into his touch as his other hand snakes round my lower back and pulls me flush against him. I wrap my arms round his neck and trace his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue. He opens for me. Our tongues mingle as we enjoy the small moans we elicit from each other.
I want to feel more of him. My hands travel down his chest to the hem of his blue t-shirt before slipping under the offensive fabric to touch his warm skin with my fingertips. His muscles ripple under my caress.
He groans as his own hands go under my shirt. My body hums at his touch, my clit reawakened from earlier. His fingers travel up to my tiny-breasts and rub at my nipples. Breaking the kiss, I gasp and press myself into his touch. Why didn't I ever do this sooner with anyone?
I reach down and pull off my shirt. It's too hot for it. Echo clicks his tongue twice before bending to take one of my nipples into his mouth.
A shiver runs through me, and I moan as his hot tongue swirls around the taut peak. My hands go into his hair. He groans as my nail lightly scrape over his scalp, sending vibrations through my chest.
My clit throbs with need. He lets go of my breast with a pop and takes off this own shirt. His defined muscles and deep V-cut grace my eyes like a beautiful sculpture. I want to see where that V leads. I run my hands over him again before letting them drift around the button of his black jeans.
He bites at his lower lip as he waits. I undo them and let them fall down his legs before he steps out of them. His erection presses at the confines of his briefs.
Reaching out, I let my fingers glide over his cock through the material. He shudders and closes his eyes.
I undo my own pants.
"Woah, sorry!" Arrow’s voice rings throughout the large room, effectively breaking the mood. In an instant, I bend and snatch up my shirt, covering my breasts as I turn invisible.
Echo clicks his tongue before finding his jeans and slipping them on. "Your timing is horrible, man."
I dart past Arrow and out of the room before I can hear any more comments.
Chapter Eleven
Landed
We make it through the second warp-travel without a hitch. I still can't bring myself to look in Arrow's direction. He may be part of my group, but it'll be a while before I want him like that.
"One hour before we land on Earth 2," the woman's voice echoes throughout the ship.
King takes my hand as I stand from the seat, this time far less shaky than the first two times. "May I talk to you somewhere private?"
Flashes of him kissing me before dance through my mind's eye. I've gotten aroused two times today with nothing to show for it. It doesn't take much for my clit to reawaken with need.
He leads me to the cargo hold.
"What di-did you want t-to talk a-about?" The door closes behind us. I stare up into his yellow eyes. He almost fades into the dark lighting of the room.
"Let me know if I'm being too forward, and I'll stop. But your scent is driving me mad right now."
"My scent? Do I smell?" I force myself to stay visible. I took a sanitizing shower earlier this morning before we left. Maybe I worked up more of a sweat with Echo and Octavius than I thought.
King shakes his head. "Not in a bad way. I have a heightened sense of smell. Your arousal is intoxicating, and I wish to help you find some relief."
My core heats up at his words. "I-I'm not ready for actual sex. But we can try other stuff."
He nods. "I'm okay with that."
How are we going to kiss? He's so much taller than the others. Even on my tiptoes, I'll just make it to the top of his chest. We don't have a bed to help us out with sitting like last time.
His strong hands go underneath my arms before he picks me up, setting me down on one of the lower, but still tall, stack of bins. I'm now face to face with him, making it much easier to kiss him.
A grin tugs at the corners of my mouth before I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss. His hands go to my waist and hold me tightly.
Our tongues battle one another in a slow almost dance. I could stay here like this forever. The tips of his fingers bunch up my shirt to reach the hidden skin. I moan as his skin meets mine.
My own hands leave his neck to travel over his large pecs under his grey tank top. His rough thumb and index fingers pinch at my nipples. I moan, breaking the kiss, before I lean forward to place kisses along his jawline and down his neck. Experimentally, I brush my teeth along his skin.
It felt good when Octavius did it to me, will King like it, too?
He groans, the sound reverberating against my lips. I continue to bite down his neck to his collarbone. With gentle ease, he pushes me back, and I glance down at the tent in is tan cargo pants. I want to see what he looks like. I didn't get to fully see Echo earlier before Arrow ruined it.
"You can worry about me in a moment. Right now, I want to taste you." He unbuttons my jeans. "Lift your hips."
When I do, he pulls them off, along with my underwear. The cold metal of the bin feels wondrous against my hot skin. He kneels, his head the same height as my pelvis. A blush heats my cheeks as he parts my legs.
How well can he see in dark lighting? If I had to guess, I'd say well enough if his smile is any indication.
Licking his lips, he looks up at me. “Just to be clear, you’re still okay with this, right?”
A laugh escapes me at his gentlemanly nature. To answer him, I spread my legs farther apart and slide myself closer to the edge of the bin.
King kisses both of my inner thighs, occasionally biting and su
cking until several marks line each leg. I marvel at his control not to break the skin with his canines. My clit is beyond throbbing now. Heat envelopes my core. I want nothing more than to shove his face into my folds, but I hold back the desire.
Finally, his face rests mere inches from my center. He takes a deep inhale. "Your scent could drive sane men crazy. I'm so lucky you chose me. I only wanted you."
A pulse through my clit causes my inner walls to spasm. If he keeps talking to me like that, he won't even need his mouth. I run my fingers over his black curls. "I'm glad you want me. I want you, too. Please, taste me."
He doesn't need any more of an invitation has he leans in and runs his hot tongue over my outer folds. He traces around my clit but never touches it, teasing me.
Pushing a long finger into me, he groans. "You're so wet."
I've never been this turned on in my entire life. Those small fantasies were nothing compared to having the real thing. The heat surrounding my core triples.
The long finger curls, brushing against the spot within me. My hips buck at the sensation. A moan erupts from deep inside my chest. The others can probably hear me, but I don't care.
His tongue brushes against my clit. My hand goes back into his hair. "Right there. Don't stop, please."
Soft, but strong lips encircle my clit. The tip of his tongue flicks like mad over the little nub as his finger continues to pump in and out of me, hitting my g-spot each time.
King places his other arm across my pelvis, pressing down, causing my hips to still in their involuntary movement, while also pressing against my clit from above.
The orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave. I fall back onto the bin, unable to hold myself up any longer as my muscles turn to led. A scream erupts from me as light spots flood my vision.
He continues to lap at my folds. Another orgasm takes me. A deep groan echoes over my clit. I have to gently push at his head.
"Stop, I can't take another one just yet," I gasp out as I catch my breath.
I sit up a bit more as he pulls his head from between my thighs. Even in this light, I can make out the wet sheen around his mouth.
