by Pixie Moon
Putting on my brave panties, I find a bowl and mix a few ingredients and then add enough water to have a dough. I put the dough in a pan that was secured to the cooking device and then start the cooker up.
While my first attempt at using the machine is under way I head back to the laundry room and find that our clothes are clean and dry. I hurriedly take the laundry to our quarters. Hilam is still deep in his work. Too deep to even notice that I’ve come back. This makes me a little sad and a little glad.
While he’s busy I get to go back and play with the cooking device. When I enter the kitchen my heart drops and then starts jumping wildly in my chest. A new male is in the dining area eating a meal. His eyes are locked on me. I take a step back but he’s on me in a flash. He presses me against the wall and sniffs my hair and neck. My heart stops jumping and freezes as I wait to see if he’s going to hurt me.
“You must be Hilam’s little human. I don’t smell his seed in your skin yet. The poor guy never knew how to play.” He sniffs me again. “I bet you can change him after just one round of sex. Your smell and soft curves have to be driving him nuts. Be ready because after he gets his cock in you he’s going to want to keep it in you forever. Human females have tighter wetter pussies than dagrinian females. He is sure to go crazy once he’s had a taste of you. Be good to him and he’ll be very good to you.” After one more dramatic sniff, he turns and walks away from me.
My heart is still frozen in place as I watch him clear his mess. Whew, he just wanted to check me out. Nothing more, nothing less. My gaze stays trained on him. I can’t help but wonder if he was telling me the truth when he said human pussy is better than dagrinian pussy. All this talk of sex between me and Hilam has my body heating up. Although this new dagrinian smells good, his scent isn’t the same as Hilam’s.
As the male heads for the door, I call out, “What’s your name?”
He stops and smiles as he looks me over. When his pretty light blue eyes lock with mine, he answers, “Drandok Mobe. I’ll be seeing you around, little human.”
My shoulders drop when Drandok leaves the room. With each encounter I live through, I’m more sure than ever that these dagrinians are good beings. Yes, there are some good aliens out there.
I hope Hallie was sold to a nice alien. My heart hurts for her. She is too nice to be with vicious animals. In my mind she is alive and very happy with an alien family that loves her.
Now that I’m feeling better, I inhale the aromatic air and go check on my creation. After pulling it from the cooking device, I set it on the black counter and look it over. It doesn’t look bad. I let it cool for a few minutes and then use one of the eating utensils to cut a piece out.
The texture is a little too dry but that doesn’t stop me from tasting it. Humph. It’s not bad but it needs to be a lot better. I’ll have to try a different combination of measurements and ingredients. I’m a touch sad about not getting it right the first time, but realistically, the odds were against me.
After cleaning the pan and bowl, I start a new batch. Once it’s ready I put it in the cooker and cross my fingers.
I’d love to get this alien food preparing thing down. A somewhat crazy part of me wants to take care of Hilam. Something about that big guy makes me long to make him happy.
While I have time I head down the corridor to our quarters. When I enter he doesn’t even look to see who came in. A frown is marring his handsome face. I walk to the doorway and watch him fiddle with the wires of some dark gray device. There are parts all over his lab counter.
I’m relieved that electronics is his chosen scientific endeavor. No body probing machines or body parts for him. The more I know about him the more I’m drawn to him. Except for his uber-serious and rude sides, of course.
With him buried so deeply in work that he can’t even acknowledge that I’m around, I decide to go back and check on my latest creation.
CHAPTER
7
~ Megan ~
♥
The corridor is once again clear so I hurry down it and into the kitchen. Damn. This batch doesn’t smell as good as the last one. I go over and pull it out of the device.
Oh, shit!
There is a scary looking bubble coming from the center. When I set the pan on the counter the bubble whooshes up and down a few times. When it stops I breathe a sigh of relief. I nearly jump out of my skin when it starts whooshing again.
Fuck!
I hope I didn’t just create a new species—one that eats humans. Or dagrinians. If it eats all of the dagrinians nobody will be left to fly the spacecraft. Fuck. I need to go get one of those warriors so he can kill this thing before it gains full strength.
As panic rises in my chest, I turn to go find help.
Laughter coming from the doorway has my gaze zeroing in on yet another massive male I haven’t met yet. I don’t know what is so funny.
This is serious shit. I have to get through to this guy. “Stop laughing. You’re about to be eaten by this creature I accidentally made. Can you kill it before it takes over the ship?”
Booming laughter comes from him this time. I frown at him and scan him for a weapon I can use.
With tears brightening his dark blue diamond eyes, he walks over and points at one of the powders I used. “Did you use this?”
“Yes.” I don’t like the laughter that is still dancing in his unique eyes.
He reaches into one of the cabinets and pulls out a gel like substance and squirts some on my continuously whooshing creature. I watch in stunned amazement as the creature rises up once more and then the scary bubble sinks down into the pan.
I look up at my new friend. “Will it come back to life?” You never know about these things.
Laughter once again rumbles from him. After he’s under control, he answers, “No, little human, it’s dead.” Once again he laughs.
I’m starting to dislike my new friend. I think I’ll put our friendship on hold.
“You are adorable. Hilam is lucky to have you.” He suddenly grabs me up and squishes me to him.
I squirm as he sniffs my neck. He makes a disgusted sound as he puts me back on me feet. “Hilam obviously has no knowledge of the gift he has in his care.” A twinkle enters his eyes. “It’s going to be fun watching his transformation.”
That doesn’t sound good. “What kind of transformation?”
“The best kind of all—from serious scientist to living being,” he answers.
I was right. Hilam is a workaholic. This guy could be giving me more credit than I deserve though. I don’t know if I will have any influence on Hilam’s life at all. So far it doesn’t look like I will. That makes me a little sad.
His gaze turns to all the items I have pulled out.
To my surprise, he gives me a quick lesson on what to use and how much to use. No more alien growing for me.
When he turns to get something to eat, I say, “I’m Megan Blaker. What’s your name?” He’s back to being my friend so I figure I should know his name.
“Zefrom Ramte,” he answers and then turns to the replicator and gets some food.
I watch the big guy for a moment and then get busy cleaning up so I can start over. Since Zefrom is so nice, I don’t worry about the six and half foot tall alien being in the kitchen/dining room with me.
I’m so focused on my latest creation that I barely notice when Zefrom leaves. It’s not until I put the dough in the cooking device that I realize it was rude of me to totally ignore the male that had taught me how to really use the ingredients. Without his help I was doomed to creating more than one whooshing monster.
A vision of Hilam sitting in his lab totally absorbed in his work leaps to the forefront of my mind. Now I know how it feels to sink into a project so deeply that nothing else matters. Yes, I can now relate to him.
While this batch is cooking I head down the corridor and into our quarters. I smile when he doesn’t even notice that I’ve entered his domain. This guy has it bad. But a
fter the way I sank into my cooking and didn’t even look at Zefrom, I can’t judge Hilam at all.
Deciding to go back and check on my latest try at cooking on a spaceship, I leave Hilam’s quarters and head down the silver corridor. Halfway down the corridor a male steps from the connecting corridor that I was told to stay out of. He looks me over and smiles.
In a flash of movement he approaches me and presses me up against the wall. Like the others, he smells good, but not as good as Hilam. I struggle and he laughs as he sniffs my neck.
These guys are unbelievable. How many sniff tests do I have to go through? Deep down I know things could be a lot worse so I let him get his fill of my scent. When he continues longer than necessary, I break. “Are you done yet?”
Shit. I probably shouldn’t have said that but these guys are starting to get on my nerves. I just want to please Hilam. To do that I need to learn to cook. He chuckles and releases me.
“You must be cranky because Hilam hasn’t taken care of you yet. I’m guessing that he will soon enough.” His pretty eyes rake over me. “Oh, yes. Soon he will be spreading those thighs and making both of you extremely happy.”
The thought of Hilam spreading my thighs has the pulse between my legs racing. Changing the subject, I say, “I’m Megan Blaker. What’s your name?” Please give me your name and don’t talk about sex anymore.
He chuckles as though he can read my mind. “I’m Rivlok Mobe.” A gleam enters his pretty diamond shaped irises. “I look forward to seeing more of you.”
He must be Drandok’s brother. Both brothers are sexual deviants. At my huff, he chuckles and walks off.
I’m going to have to get used to these sexually open beings. The thought of being with Hilam in front of them is not as much of a turn off as it should be. As long as they don’t all want to share me, I’m strangely okay with it. The achy need pulsing through my sex has me thinking that I’m more sex crazed than I realized. And a little wilder than I thought. I may fit in better with the dagrinians than I did with the humans.
To pull my wild thoughts away from sex, I head to the kitchen and check on my latest try at cooking.
The kitchen is filled with a heavenly scent. Looks like Zefrom may have known what he was talking about. Fear of an all-out orgy is the only thing keeping me from finding the big guy and kissing him.
The renewed pounding of my clit has me cursing myself for thinking about any and all kinds of sex. These guys are rubbing off on me. Next thing you know, I’ll be pushing Hilam up against the wall and rubbing myself all over him.
Stop thinking about sex, I reprimand myself since nobody on this craft is going to.
I blow out a breath and remove my latest attempt from the cooking device. Ah, this time it looks great. Slightly rounded and lightly browned. Just like the bread on Earth. I wait a few minutes and then cut a piece. My taste buds dance with joy when a rich spicy flavor washes over them. This is better than bread on Earth. Mmm, the texture is great. Not doughy and not dry.
I’m doing a happy dance when I see movement from the corner of my eye. I look up to see Hilam’s startled face. Did he forget about me? There is no way I can let this go. The only guy I want on the spacecraft is the only one not pressing me up against a wall and sniffing my neck.
I can’t help myself, I glare at him. “You forgot about me,” I openly accuse.
His cheeks grow darker purple. It doesn’t hurt his looks but it does show how guilty he is. “I…I didn’t forget about you. I just got lost in my work and was surprised to see you here.” He guiltily tugs at the neck of his shirt as he looks around. His eyes widen when he sees the bread I made. “Did you learn to use the Otho device?”
Otho device. At least I know what it’s called now. “Yes, I did. No thanks to you since you forgot about me.”
Pain pierces my chest when I realize that he must not be as into me as I am into him. “Forget I said anything.” That should be easy for this asshole. An alien asshole. That’s what he is.
He walks over and frowns down at me. “I didn’t forget you. I just got busy. You understand that, right?”
Sadly, I can. I had certainly been able to forget Zefrom was in the room with me earlier. Plus, in half-ass defense of him, I have to admit that I’ve only been with him for a short amount of time.
His work is important. That’s something else I can’t ignore. It’s way more important than me. This sucks. I want to be important to him. Augh, I hate how he makes me feel.
I look up to see that he’s still waiting for my answer. I blow out a sad breath. “I understand.”
His frown doesn’t go away. “Why do you still look sad?”
A gruff voice comes from the doorway making me jump. “Because she needs a good fucking. Humans need to be a part of a group. They need to feel accepted. She won’t be happy until you leave your scent on her.”
I look toward the door and see Drandok. The talk of sex with Hilam has heat pooling in my sex and juices dampening my inner thighs. Hilam groans causing me to look up. His eyes are brighter than normal and his nostrils are flared.
I lick my suddenly dry lips. He groans again and grabs my wrist. “I thinks it’s time for me to make us both happy.”
I squeak when he turns and quickly guides me passed a grinning Drandok and into the corridor. If I wasn’t so ridiculously drawn to Hilam I’d be protesting. But, the more I breathe in his delicious scent the more I want to be taken by him. By the time we make it to his quarters I’m panting and it’s not from the brisk walk. I need my alien to fuck me—to be one with me.
CHAPTER
8
~ Megan ~
♥
“Strip,” he orders.
Something in his tone has me quickly ripping his long shirt off my body. I kick off my shoes and wait to see what he’ll do next. I’m feeling a bit vulnerable without his shirt. It was the length of a dress on me.
As he slowly takes his clothes off, folds them, and sets them aside, his hungry gaze eats me up. The passionate simmer between my legs heats up another notch. As his gaze rakes over me his nostrils flare. I’m glad I fought the urge to cover myself. From the second I saw him I’ve wanted him.
The jut of his erection reels my gaze away from his. I slowly scan his over six feet of defined muscle. His light purple skin is smooth and silky looking over his sinewy frame.
Just looking at him is making my pussy weep. I lock my gaze onto his pretty cock. The powerful thing is jutting out proudly. The thick veined dark purple length is capped with a dark red crown. A crown that is big and meant to push pussy lips wide apart.
I lick my lips longing to taste him. That little protuberance at the base of his erection winks at me. I wonder what it does. Hilam’s whole package is calling to me. His smooth dark purple balls sway as he moves toward me. I can’t take my gaze off his powerful erection. It calls to me in a way that’s new to me. I have to be taken by him.
I shiver when he circles me. The weight of his heated gaze touches my whole body.
He pushes my hair aside and breaths against the back of my neck. I shiver again and he growls. He keeps it up until my nipples harden and the scent of my arousal permeates the room.
When I start to tremble, he presses his body against mine. His large warm hands cup my breasts as his big erection pokes my lower back. I shudder when two of his fingers start rolling my taut buds. His breath is now coming in harsh pants.
“You make me crazy. You make me want you more than I’ve ever wanted a female. Why am I so drawn to you?” His husky words whisper across my neck.
I’m a little surprised and extremely pleased at his words. “I feel the same way about you,” I admit. The scent of my arousal is giving me away so there is no need to be coy.
His responding moan has my pulse pounding. I hold my breath when his hand slowly travels downward and doesn’t stop until it reaches the junction of my thighs. I suck in a harsh breath when he slides a finger through my wet slit. His searching finger finds m
y entrance and slides in.
Heat sears my veins. I need more. Pressing closer to his body, I rub my back against his hard shaft. He urges my legs wider apart and then plunges a second finger into my wet core.
“Your scent is addicting. You are so wet and tight. You need to be loosened up. Relax for me, sweet one.” His nimble fingers separate and twist as they stretch my slick channel.
Sexual tension coils in my lower belly. I moan as lust builds and builds. When his fingers hit a sweet spot inside me, I cry out and grind my body against his erection.
He growls and ruthlessly goes after the spot until pleasure spikes within me making me cry out as my release turns me into a quivering mass of damp flesh. His fingers slow and then slid out of me.
I can’t believe I came that fast. But then it has been a long time and he looks and smells so fucking good.
“Mmm, that was nice.” Hilam holds his fingers up and inspects his glistening fingers and palm. “You are now ready for me. Come, little human.”
Damn, his lack of social skills are showing again. I inhale his delicious scent and quickly follow him into the bedroom. He motions me onto the bed. I climb on and move to the center.
“Spread your legs. I want to see more of this wetness you are producing,” he says. His gaze is locked on the junction of my legs.
Right, I’m an alien to him. As I spread my legs I remember being told that human females get wetter and are tighter than dagrinians females. To him I am a strange being. I wonder if he’ll like having sex with me. Will I like having sex with him? I shiver as I think of how I came on his fingers. From his earlier performance, I don’t think he’ll be a bad lover.
Hilam climbs on the bed and rests between my spread thighs. His face is inches from my pussy. For a long time he just looks at me. The hunger in his diamond shaped blue eyes has a new rush of heat swirling through my core.
