I told myself not to feel self-conscious about my small tits or my lack of hips. It was more than obvious Galan found me attractive. I didn’t know why he did, but was now really the time to wonder about it?
It definitely wasn’t. Not when his big, beautiful cock was right there, the tip glistening with light green precum and practically begging me to lick it clean.
I dropped to my knees between his legs and smiled up at Galan when he immediately slid his fingers into my hair and cupped the back of my skull. His other hand gripped the base of his dick and my smile widened when Galan pressed on my head.
“Impatient, are we?” I said.
“Little human, do what you said you would do,” he said. “Suck my cock.”
“So bossy,” I said but leaned forward and licked the head of his dick. He groaned and I stared up at him wide-eyed.
“What?” he said.
“Your cum tastes like gallberries,” I said. “Do you guys do that on purpose so you get your dick sucked more often?”
He laughed so hard that the couch shook. “No, little human, it is a lucky coincidence.”
“Sure, a coincidence,” I said.
He kneaded the back of my neck before urging me forward. “Have another taste.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” I said before sliding my mouth down over that gorgeous thick cock. I took him to the back of my throat and sucked hard. His loud moans and groans, the sweet taste of his cum, and the look of lust in those copper eyes, made me even more eager to please him. I sucked and licked, varying the speed and pressure as I cupped his balls and gave them a gentle tug.
He cried out, his hips arching off the couch as I traced a path around the ridge with my tongue before licking away the fresh precum that coated the head.
“So good, sweet Ellis,” he moaned, his hands tightening in my hair. He held my head steady and thrust into my mouth, slow, gentle thrusts that didn’t make me gag or hurt my jaw. I loved how sweet he was being, loved how careful and gentle he was, even though I could feel the power in his hands as he gripped my head.
I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, the taste of gallberries sweet on my tongue. He thrust back and forth a few more times. His cock was swelling in my mouth and I made a frustrated groan when he pulled me off his cock with a loud pop.
“Galan, I want you to cum in my mouth,” I said.
“I want to cum in your pussy.” He hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me effortlessly into his lap. I straddled him and rubbed my pussy against his dick, cupping his head when he sucked on my nipples.
“Oh, oh that feels so good,” I said.
He gave my nipple a quick nip and I squeaked and jerked on his lap. He grinned at me before cupping my ass and lifting me up. “Put my cock in your pussy, little human.”
I reached down and guided him in. I was soaking wet, but Galan took his time, lowering me slowly onto his cock until my pussy was stuffed full.
“Okay, sweet Ellis?” he said.
I took a deep breath and gripped his shoulders for balance. “Yeah, I think so. I just need a minute or so.”
He rubbed my lower back before sliding his tail around my waist. “Is it too much?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s good.”
I stared at the cords in his neck, at the sweat sliding down his temple, at the muscle ticking in his jaw. “Does it feel good for you, Galan?”
“Your little pussy is so tight,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “It feels incredible around my cock.”
Using his shoulders as leverage, I made a few cautious bounces, hesitating when Galan groaned and his tail tightened around my waist. “Should I stop?”
“Krono, no,” he groaned. “Move faster, sweet human.”
I made a couple more experimental bounces at slow speed before quickening my pace. Galan’s head was back, his eyes were closed, and sexy little moans escaped his mouth with every few thrusts he made.
My worry that it would hurt faded and pleasure and need took its place. I clutched at Galan’s shoulders, moving harder and faster, meeting each of his small upward thrusts. Fuck, his cock felt so good. When his big hand cupped my tit, I dug my nails into his skin and moaned, “Harder. Please, Galan.”
He gripped my hips with his big hands and fucked me hard and rough. Pleasure shuddered its way through my body and, panting and moaning, I threw my head back and rode each one of his thrusts.
“I’m so close,” I moaned. “Galan, I’m so close, I’m so…”
I trailed off, my breath catching in my throat and my body tensing as my orgasm rushed through me. I shook wildly, my fingers digging into Galan’s skin, my soft cries drowned out by Galan’s louder groans of pleasure. He made one final thrust and hot warmth flooded my pussy as Galan shuddered below me.
I collapsed against him, the pleasure still coursing through my body. His heartbeat was strong and rapid beneath my ear and I closed my eyes as the last of my orgasm fluttered through me. Galan’s tail loosened around my waist, and I smiled when he rubbed my back with his big warm hands.
After a few minutes, he said, “Are you all right, Ellis?”
“Yep,” I said. “On a scale of one to ten, that sex was a hundred.”
He laughed and kissed the top of my head. “I have never met a female who assigned numerical value to their sexual experiences before.”
“Hmm.” I yawned. It wasn’t that late, but my orgasm had made me sleepy. I needed to get up and get dressed before I fell asleep in Galan’s lap.
I clung to him when he stood up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His cock slipped out of me and I patted him on the back, still keeping my eyes closed as he walked toward the door. “I need to put my clothes on first, big guy.”
“You do not need clothes to sleep in my bed,” Galan said.
I opened my eyes when he placed me on his bed. “I – you want me to stay the night?”
He was sliding into the bed beside me and he paused, uncertainty crossing his face. “Do you prefer to go back to your own bed?”
“No,” I said quickly. “No, I’m good with spending the night.”
“Good.” He pulled the quilt up and spooned me, cupping my breast and kissing the back of my shoulder. “Good night, little human.”
Galan
“You are in a good mood this morning.” Krey sat down beside me on the bench in the sparring room.
I wiped the sweat from my face with the towel draped around my neck. “Am I?”
“Yes.”
I shrugged. “Perhaps because I bested you in sparring again today.”
Krey laughed. “You beat me at every spar session. It is why you are the head of the King’s guard, my friend.”
He wiped his bare chest with his towel. Other members of the guard were still sparring, and the clashing of their swords rang throughout the room. I watched a few of them, making mental notes of weaknesses to help them improve on.
“I know you fucked the little thief last night.”
I jerked like I’d been zapped with a live wire and glanced at Krey. “And how would you know that?”
“Am I wrong?” he said.
“No,” I admitted. “You are not wrong.”
He sighed and leaned back against the wall, setting the towel on his lap. “I knew I should not have let you go after her in the garden last night.”
“Let me?”
“You know what I mean,” he said. “That other female – the mean one – was obviously interested in fucking you. She was angry when you left.”
“Her name was Lori and I am sure you were more than happy to fuck her,” I said.
Krey shook his head. “No. The comment Lori made to Sigan revealed her true nature, I had no desire to sleep with her.”
“Nor did I.”
“Because of your interest in the thief, not because of what Lori said to Sigan.”
“It is only sex,” I said. “We are friends with benefits – nothing more.”
I kept my voice st
eady and made certain that my tail’s movements were normal. Perhaps if I kept telling myself and others that Ellis meant nothing to me, it would become the truth.
“Does the thief know that?” Krey said.
“Yes. She was the one who suggested it.”
“If Quill or Teo find out you are fucking her -”
“No one will find out. Ellis knows she needs to be discreet,” I said.
“Galan,” Krey’s hand landed heavy on my shoulder, “this is not a good idea.”
I shrugged off his hand. “It is none of your business, Krey.”
“You are my best friend and if the others were to find out that the head of the King’s Guard is sleeping with a thief -”
“Her name is Ellis,” I snarled. My voice was loud enough that the Draax closest to us, glanced over.
I schooled my features and lowered my voice. “I love you like a brother, Krey, and you are important to me, but continue to call her thief and disrespect her, and our friendship is over.”
Krey stiffened next to me. “Krono, you are in love with her.”
“I am not,” I said. “But she is a good person who made a mistake and does not deserve your contempt.”
“Galan,” Krey leaned forward, “I like the thi- Ellis. I do. She is funny and smart and even Melu has said good things about her. But it is madness to fall in love with her. She does not feel the same about you.”
I didn’t reply and Krey squeezed my shoulder. “Old friend, have you stopped to consider that she is using you to gain favour with Quill?”
I glared at him and Krey said, “Hear me out, Galan.”
“She would not do that,” I said.
“You cannot possibly know that,” he said. “You do not know her well enough. She will not survive even two days in the Earth prison, we all know that. Staying here is her best chance of survival. Your attraction to her is plain to see and it is possible she is using that to her advantage. If you go to Quill on her behalf, his love for you means he could be persuaded to allow her to stay, rather than be punished for her crime.”
“Is that such a big deal? It was only a few bottles of juice. Does it seem right that she goes to prison over such a small amount?”
“No, it does not,” Krey said. “But the Earth knows of her crime and they are expecting she will be returned to them.”
“It is our juice, we should be the ones to decide her fate,” I said.
“You know it does not work that way. The treaty says that the humans will punish their own kind for crimes committed, no matter who the crime is against. Quill’s father’s signature is on that treaty and as the reigning king, Quill is obligated to obey the treaty. He cannot break it no matter how much he wishes to do so.”
I slumped against the wall. My ridiculous fantasy that perhaps Ellis’s skill in the docking bay would convince Quill to keep her on our planet faded with Krey’s words. Everything he said was true and I was a froden for hoping Ellis would not be sent away.
“If she asks you to speak to Quill, you cannot,” Krey said.
“She will not ask,” I said.
He stared at me with disbelief, but I knew Ellis would never ask me to speak to Quill.
“She might,” Krey said.
“You are wrong,” I said. “Ellis is… she is not like the other human females. I know she is small and fragile looking, but I am beginning to think she is the toughest female I have ever met. She will not ask me for help in anything.”
“I am worried for you,” Krey said with a heavy sigh.
“Do not be,” I said. “I am not in love with her and I am aware that she will be returned to Earth as soon as the war ends.”
“Will you stop fucking her?”
I thought back to the way Ellis had looked this morning as she rode me. The way the light from the rising keo had touched her blonde locks making them look like spun gold as she leaned over me. Her soft cries of pleasure when I touched her clit, her intoxicating moans when I teased her nipples.
“Galan?” Krey prompted.
“No,” I said. “I will not. We are both enjoying it and there is no harm in continuing to fuck.”
“There will be plenty of trouble if you are caught,” Krey said.
“We will not be,” I said.
“I hope you are right, brother.”
* * *
Ellis
“C’mon, you stupid piece of crap!” I yanked on the narrow tube, muttering a curse when it pulled free and I almost fell on my ass.
I was standing under the silver belly of a havoc cruiser, the bottom hatch opened, and its insides exposed. I wiped the sweat from my forehead before studying the tube in my hand. A small hairline crack ran along one silver side and I smiled triumphantly.
“I knew you were the problem,” I said gleefully to the tube. “Wait until Melu sees this. He’s gonna be so pissed that I was right.”
I walked out from under the havoc cruiser, rubbing absently at my thighs. They were sore and my pussy was aching pleasantly from the sex with Galan early this morning. But it still wouldn’t stop me from banging him again tonight.
If he wants to. He didn’t mention anything about sex again with you, did he? Just said goodbye when you snuck out of his room this morning.
“Ellis?”
I glanced up, smiling happily when I saw Inara. “Hey, you. What are you doing here?”
“I came to see if you wanted to have lunch with me in the garden,” Inara said. “Wait… do you even get a lunch break?”
Melu materialized behind Inara, his green skin weirdly dark and his big body tense. I grinned teasingly at him and raised my voice so he could hear it over the din of the docking bay. “Yeah, even as hardass and grumpy as Melu is, he let’s us take a lunch break. Probably because he’s so old he needs a nap at lunch just to keep up with the rest of us.”
Inara rolled her eyes. “You and your old jokes. Seriously, Ellis, he isn’t old and he’s good looking and in, like, amazing shape. I can only hope my future husband has a body like his when he’s his age. I mean, have you taken a good look at Melu’s ass? I bet you could bounce a quarter off that thing, and his chest is -”
“Inara,” I said loudly, “please stop talking.”
“What? Why?” She stared at me in confusion. “All I’m saying is that Melu’s body is crazy hot and…. oh shit, he’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?”
“Yup.”
Inara’s face turned bright red and she yanked on her hair as she slowly turned. Keeping her gaze on Melu’s chest, she said, “Hello, Melu. It’s, um, nice to see you again.”
His tail lashing back and forth, Melu grunted out a hello before staring at me. “Do not be late in returning from your lunch break, human.”
He stalked away, his tail still whipping from side to side.
“Oh my God,” Inara said. “I want to die of embarrassment.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “It probably gave him a stiffy to hear that you think he’s hot. If he can even still get it up at his age.”
“You act like he’s ancient. C’mon, let’s get out of here. I only have an hour for lunch,” Inara said.
After a quick stop at the kitchen to grab some food, we found a quiet spot in the garden to eat. I bit into my piece of poffin bread as Inara ate some warracot.
“How’s your sister doing?” I said.
A pinched look covered Inara’s pretty features. “My parents took her to see my uncle last night.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I said.
“It’s not great. He’s involved in a lot of shady shit. Black market juice shady.”
“Oh,” I said.
Inara brushed some crumbs from her lap. “He made this joke once to my dad about how me and my sister would be worth a lot of juice on the black market.”
“Holy shit,” I said. “He actually said that?”
“Yeah.”
“What did your father say?”
“He just laughed it off. Told
me that his brother was always joking around and didn’t mean it.” Inara stared at the warracot on her fork. “Only, he didn’t sound like he was joking. You know?”
“Yeah,” I said. I knew guys like Inara’s uncle. Men who would be willing to do anything to get some of the gallberry juice. They could and would sell it at ridiculous amounts to desperate middles and uppers with sick family members and no breeding compatible females.
Or in some cases, I couldn’t stop the shudder going through my body, they would be willing to help middles trade other things for juice.
Ukana, ukana, ukana.
The disappointment on my parents’ faces, the desperation that oozed from their bodies like a rotting stench that never went away, the paleness of Esther’s sweet face… all of it flashed through my head.
My appetite vanished immediately, and I set the food aside. I could still see Esther’s face and I closed my eyes as nausea rocketed through my stomach.
“Ellis? Honey, are you okay?”
I took a deep breath and forced a smile in Inara’s direction. “Yes, just fine.”
“You look like you’re going to barf.”
“Nah, I’m good,” I said. “So, any new gossip going on I should know about?”
Inara grinned. “You mean other than Rachel breaking down and banging two Draax last night at the celebration in the garden?”
I tried to look shocked. “Seriously?”
“Yup. She was in the common room this morning looking extremely pleased with herself,” Inara said. “Apparently, she had a very good time.”
“Good for her,” I said with a laugh.
“Right?” Inara glanced around before lowering her voice. “Between you and me, I don’t think Rachel was the only lady who had sex last night.”
I studied her. “Did you have sex last night?”
“Of course not,” she said. “I’m not getting involved with a Draax. I’ve never slept with one before but apparently, they’re amazing in bed and I can’t afford to be distracted by the best sex of my life. Wendy is my priority.”
“Right,” I said. “So, who else, uh, do you think had sex?”
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