by Enid Titan
“I’m rested. You can get more sleep.”
“No. I’d rather be awake.”
“Jaen?”
“Hm?”
“You’re staring.”
“I’m not.”
I snicker.
“Kazim always claims that I’m such a prude, but you can’t even admit you’re attracted to me. And we’ve kissed!”
“We’ve more than kissed.”
“No, we have not!”
“We’ve cuddled.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“It counts to me,” she protests.
“What? Are you a virgin?”
“No! I’m twenty-six!”
“You could still be a virgin. Saving yourself for the right pirate.”
“If I was saving myself, it wouldn’t be a for a pirate,” she snaps.
“Oh Jaen… do you really hate us pirates so much?”
“No. But you are scoundrels.”
She’s grinning.
“Do I kiss you like a scoundrel?”
“Absolutely.”
“But you like it?”
“No!”
“Liar.”
“Fine,” she admits, “I like it. But I shouldn’t.”
“What you shouldn’t do is deny yourself.”
I lean in and kiss her cheek. She inhales.
“Gavriel. I don’t want to get hurt again.”
“Do you think I wish to hurt you?”
“No,” she whispers, “But you don’t understand what I’ve been through. Before I came here.”
“Tell me. I want to understand you, Jaen. More than anything.”
“Why? I stabbed you. It doesn’t make any sense that you’d want to be around me. I keep trying to get you to leave me alone. But it’s not working.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone. I want to…”
I kiss her. I’m tired of wanting. I’m tired of waiting. I kiss her full on the lips and she kisses back, meaning it. When she pulls away, she gazes up at me.
“Maybe I don’t have to be afraid.”
“What are you afraid of? Tell me, Jaen, and I’ll make it go away.”
“I’m afraid of dying. I’m afraid of losing someone else I care about. I’m afraid I’ll lose my home. I’m afraid that out here in space, I’ll end up a slave. It’s hard enough worrying about myself. I can’t bear worrying about you too.”
“What if you didn’t have to worry? What if I promised to look after you?”
“You couldn’t promise that.”
I press my forehead against hers and her hands stroke the length of my horns. Jaen. I shudder and let her stroke them.
“I’ll promise whatever you want, as long as you keep kissing me.”
Chapter 45
Terrifying
“That’s bold, Gavriel.”
“Aye. I suppose it is. But I’d give my kneecaps for you to keep kissing me.”
She moves from my lips to my cheek and then along my neck. I’m breathless as she attacks me with soft, tender kisses. I need her beneath me desperately now. I need her unclothed. I need her body pressed against mine. But Jaen’s made one thing clear: she wants to take things slow, and I need to respect that. Her hand finds the opening of my shirt and she spreads the fabric open wider as her tiny hands stroke my chest and then my abdominal muscles.
“How are you so chiseled?” she whispers, “you’re seriously impossibly muscular.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“How could it be bad?”
“Odilians view muscles as a sign of hard labor. Our beauty standard is all about wispy thinness.”
Jaen giggles.
“Not mine. I love a good strong man.”
“What would a girl like you want to do with a strong man?”
Her fingers tug my curls apart and her hands grip my hair as her mouth returns to mine and her tongue thrusts into my mouth. I kiss her back and then I split my tongue into two and she squeals.
“What was that?!”
She pulls away.
“I split it.”
“I felt that but… you only have one tongue!”
“Aye. When I want to. But I can have two.”
“Strange…”
“It comes in handy. Especially with women.”
“Gav!” she gasps.
“Come here, you…”
I pull her on top of me, clutching her waist and kissing her again, both tongues sliding past her lips as her kisses only grow more furious. I should be tired of kissing her. But that never seems to happen.
My grasp on her waist is perfectly soft. Her little legs spread over mine caused my yearning for her to tent my pants. She gasps as I split my tongue and run them along her neck. I want her. I want her so badly. But I can’t have Jaen Nabokov before telling her what to expect from an Odilian. She’s never been with anyone like me before. She wouldn’t have a clue about what to expect from an Odilian male.
I rake my fingers through her hair again, and Jaen pulls away from me. She wants to move away from me, but I’m gripping her thighs and keeping her on top of me. I don’t wish to let her go at all. I want to keep her here for my pleasure and my delight. I don’t care if we make it to safety as long as I have her.
“You are a maddening creature,” I murmur.
She turns red.
“I’m aware you think that. But Gavriel… are we sure this is a good idea?”
“I’m sure.”
“I’m serious,” she giggles, “I like you. I enjoy kissing you. But we both have a lot to lose if we’re… emotionally compromised.”
“I’m very emotionally compromised, and it’s served me well so far.”
“What do you mean by that?”
She nearly makes it impossible to answer when her hands reach for my horns again, and it’s like she’s using them for balance.
“Do you want me to be specific?”
“Yes,” She whispers, “Very specific.”
“It’s not easy for me.”
“It’s not easy for me either,” she counters, “But I need to hear it.”
“Fine. I like you, Nabokov. I like you a lot. From the moment you walked into that bar on Helios, I had to know everything about you. I’m jealous whenever you speak to anyone else and I want you all to myself.”
“I like you too.”
“Then,” I whisper, moving her shirt so I can kiss her shoulder, “Why on earth did you stab me?”
“Because. I know what pirates are like. I’ve been so scared to let you close to me, Gavriel. I’ve been so scared to get hurt.”
“I can’t promise I won’t hurt you.”
“Exactly.”
“Wait,” I whisper, urging her to listen before she gives up on me entirely, “you can’t promise me either. But don’t we owe it to ourselves to give it a shot?”
“Why? Because we might die on some godforsaken planet?”
“No,” I whisper, “Because we only get one shot at this life. And running from the confederacy the way we do may end in capture at any minute. And if I go down in a burning river of flames, I want your face to be the last thing I remember.”
“Have you always been such a romantic?” she whispers, pressing her palms firmly against my chest and nuzzling the crook of my neck with her nose.
“No,” I choke out hoarsely, “this is unfamiliar territory.”
“Me too,” she whispers, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. And it’s fucking terrifying.”
Chapter 46
Her Sweet Scent
“There’s no comfortable way to ask this, but are you the sort of alien who… do you need me to have sex with you right away? Is that how this works?”
I chuckle as I hold on to her waist. I’m not ready to let her go but I’m not a creature motivated by base instincts alone.
“I don’t need you to have sex with me. But I’d like it very much.”
She squirms and her voice comes out nervous and l
ight.
“I can feel that.”
“You want me to wait.”
“Please. I need you to wait. I’m… not ready.”
“Is that what you’ve been so scared of?”
“Yes. I know with some alien males… they need it right away. They can’t help it.”
“Right.”
“Like Garth. He was like that. It hurt. Badly.”
I scowl. I hate to think of sweet little Jaen bent over and spiked by Moray. It’s not like Garth and I are on the best of terms since the last time we spoke he nearly tortured me to death.
“I can be patient.”
“Okay. Good. That’s good.”
“Don’t be nervous.”
“I can’t help it.”
“You know… there are other ways I can make you feel good without sex.”
I smirk, and her shyness disappears for a moment.
“I’d like that,” she whispers, “But… it’s been a while since I’ve had a boyfriend.”
“That doesn’t matter to me.”
I whirl her around so her back slams into the cot. She exhales sharply as I press my body on top of hers. She’s so soft and so warm and her hands explore every inch of me. First my muscular chest. Then my shoulders. Her lips follow her fingertips, teasing my skin until it’s on fire and every part of me wants to fall into her.
I hold her shirt and murmur, “Can I take this off?”
“Yes.”
I lift the shirt over her head and expose her bare chest and her bra, holding back the wonderful mounds of flesh that raise my desire for her.
“There are about a million and one things I want to do to you.”
“Then do it, Gavriel. Please…”
There’s no reason for us to stop now. I wrap my hand around the front of her brassiere and rip it open, setting her mounds of flesh with their perfect dark nipples free. She gasps. Before she can protest too loudly, my tongue slides over her nipples and she moans as I take the hardened little nubs into my mouth. I kiss them until I can’t fight my most sincere urges to suck on them. I cry out once I place the pert little nipples into my mouth and move my hands to other parts of Jaen’s body.
This little escape pod is our own little world and if I ever see Nova again, I must thank her for forcing us onto this tiny cot, barely big enough to fit both my enormous body and Jaen’s. I reach for the zipper on the side of her trousers. Her hips gyrate as I slide the zipper over her plump thighs and she wriggles out of them so the fabric squeezes just above her knees and I have perfect access to her underwear and her mound.
My desire for her is nearly impossible to control. From the time the sweet musky scent wafts from the apex of her thighs, I have a single focus on the mound between her legs. A plump spot of flesh and lips containing a delectable entrance — tight, alien and warm. I want to bury myself in her heat and I’m panting as I struggle to restrain myself.
She notices my hesitation.
“Gavriel?” she whispers, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s just… you smell like heaven.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No,” I whisper, “But I need to taste you.”
She hooks her thumbs in the waist of her practical black panties and slides them over her full thighs. Jaen. She smells like herself, but better. More intense. Her wetness concentrates her entire essence into one delectable smell. I kiss her belly and my nose is even closer to her scent.
“Your tongue,” she half-giggles and half-whispers, “It’s wet.”
“That’s the point of them.”
“It’s wetter than normal.”
Yes. Being this close to a woman’s scent will do that to me.
“Open your legs, Jaen.”
She spreads them for me. A tuft of her natural bush covers her lips and I can smell her juices coming from between her perfect legs.
“You don’t mind the hair,” she whispers as my kisses trail down to the top of her mound.
“Why on earth would I mind it?”
“Most men… with sex slaves… they expect them completely bare.”
I chuckle.
“I guess you don’t know that Odilian females have hairy arses too.”
She giggles as I keep kissing between her thighs, drawing closer to my prize. She squeezes her thighs tightly, threatening to trap my head between her legs.
“You can’t tell me something like that with your tongue on my—
She moans as I suck a sensitive spot on her thighs and forgets her train of thought.
“It’s true,” I murmur, “They’ve got hairy mounds, hairy arses and… well… the entire area down there is quite hairy. You’re only a little thatched over.”
I spread her lower lips with mine and split my tongues in two. She’s perfect. And now that I’m this close to her scent, I want to bury every part of me that can fit into her tightness. I lick the length of it and she gasps.
“Your tongue…”
I spread her lips open with one prehensile movement and the other part of my tongue laps at her engorged nub, growing hotter and tightening into a bundle of nerves as I taste her. I grab her thighs and keep them open so I can use my tongue on her until she moans, until I can make her release her delectable juices onto my tongue. I need her nectar. Now.
Jaen’s hands grab onto my horns, and she moves my head. Ah, this is where she wants it. Good. I run my tongue along the sensitive parts of her entrance and she moans louder as I suck on the aroused parts of her and my tongue moves around her clit as she cries out louder again. I can feel her edging towards a climax. Her moans grow more shallow. Her hands grip my horns with unexpected force. I slide my tongue into Jaen and she explodes.
Chapter 47
If You Crash This Ship!
She’s nice and wet and she’s cum several times before I attempt to free myself from her intoxicating thighs. Jaen guides my horns like handles so my face is against hers again and she kisses me.
“Thanks for being patient.”
“Patient? I’ve been greedy with you, Nabokov.”
“No. You haven’t. Seriously. Thanks.”
“We’re nearly there. I’d better check the sensors.”
Her grip on my horns tightens.
“No. Lie in bed with me.”
“Demanding girl,” I murmur, pushing her hair off her neck so I can find a spot to kiss.
She giggles as I kiss her neck, and then she holds my face against her neck.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, “I can’t go any faster than this.”
I jerk away so I can look at her properly. She doesn’t have to be all apologetic like this. Who were the men who made her feel she wasn’t worthy unless she gave in to their every whim and desire? Who were those indomitable bastards who made Jaen Nabokov so terrified to love?
“You have nothing to apologize for, Jaen,” I whisper, “I care about you. Any man or alien who cares about you should respect you and your wishes.”
I roll off her and pull her into my embrace. I bury my nose in the scent from her hair. I want nothing more than to hold her body against mine and to taste between her legs again soon.
“We have to check the sensors soon, but before then, I only wish to hold you.”
I hold her until we can’t afford to remain horizontal a minute longer. Our sensors reveal nothing, and we have a couple more days before our destination. That night I dive between her legs again. I wake up to her nectar in the morning and spend the day indulging myself in her. The evening before we land, Jaen makes me more of her mysterious ramen noodles.
“You’ve barely eaten in days,” she comments, “Except for me that is.”
She grins after she says it. I’m half tempted to put the bowl down and grab her again. I’d rather put my tongue between her legs again than anything else.
“I can’t help it. This is how Odilians are. Mating can be… intense.”
“We haven’t officially mated.”
“I
know. It makes it worse. It’s like… every cell in my body thinks about mating with you. All the time.”
She pushes her spectacles up her nose.
“Wow. I didn’t know you were suffering.”
“Stop,” I insist, “It’s not suffering. Respecting you matters far more than my cock. Plus, I enjoy the chase.”
She giggles.
“Just like a regular man then.”
I scoff, assuming she’s comparing me to humans. I’m not like Kazim, the most terrifyingly and overtly sexual human male I know. I can’t imagine Kazim waiting for anything, especially not a woman.
“I’d like to think I’m different from a regular man.”
“You are in the right ways.”
I take her hand in mine.
“I hope you understand I don’t take this lightly, Jaen. I don’t take you lightly.”
“I know.”
“Do you think about mating?”
“Yes!” she giggles, “But I don’t talk about it.”
“Ah.”
“Sex was taboo in my household considering my mom. She didn’t want any of us to end up doing the things she had to do. It was a job for her. A dirty job.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m this horrid prude.”
“I don’t think that. But I also want you more with each passing moment.”
I don’t finish my soup and I take her to bed again to make her cum several more times with my tongue. As she finishes and I ready myself to lie against her in the cot, the pod rumbles.
“Shit…”
She struggles into her underwear, and I race to the helm.
“Storm. Strong solar winds. We’re getting pushed towards our destination.”
“Can we land in this weather!?”
“The question is, will we get there in one piece? Hang tight!”
Jaen hangs on tightly. Bonbon squeals as the ship sways hard to port, but the little blue hedgehog’s instincts are sharp enough that he hangs onto Jaen’s hair tightly. She’s in her underwear, tapping away at the controls.
“We should vent some weight. That’ll get us there faster.”
