by L. M. Brown
“You?” Halor managed to gasp.
“Not quite,” Kit replied. “Close, but not there yet. Do you want to drink my cream?”
Even though Halor didn’t need cream to survive, he was quite fond of it.
“No,” Halor said, “not this time. Come sit on my lap where our guest can see you.”
Kit scrambled up onto Halor’s lap and faced Logan, who didn’t even pretend he wasn’t watching. Kit met Logan’s eyes as Halor touched his cock, teasing him expertly with his shielded talons. Already rock hard, Kit had no doubt he would be spilling in moments.
Logan stared at him, his mouth hanging open and his face flushed.
They might be separated by a barrier, but as far as Kit was concerned, Logan was as much a part of this as he and Halor. He might not be in touching distance, yet Kit could almost imagine how Logan’s clawless fingers might feel on his skin.
“That’s it, Kit,” Halor encouraged. “Show him how beautiful you are when you find your pleasure. Let him hear how much you enjoy this.”
“Halor!” Kit shouted as he raced towards his climax.
“Can you smell his arousal?” Halor whispered. “Does he want you?”
“Yes,” Kit gasped. “Yes, I can. He does. Halor, please.”
“Do you want him?” Halor stopped stroking him and held his cock in a loose fist. “The truth, Kit. Do you want him to touch you like this?”
Kit nodded. “Yes.”
“Do you want him to kneel before you and take you into his mouth?”
“Yes.”
Halor kissed Kit on the side of his neck, sucking the skin and marking him. “Thank you.”
“What for?” Kit asked.
“For telling me the truth.”
“But you already knew I wanted him. I told you so.”
“No, Kit. I knew you wanted to feed from him. You know as well as I do that for many felines there’s a difference between feeding and sex.”
“Not for me,” Kit whispered.
Halor kissed him again, softer this time. “I know. I just wanted to be sure about what you wanted from him.”
“I want him to be a part of our nest,” Kit said. “I mean…your nest.”
“Our nest,” Halor amended. “You were right the first time. No one joins this nest unless we both want them to.”
Kit gave a small nod but didn’t voice his thoughts. While he had made his desires for their guest plain, he had no idea if Halor even wanted to expand his nest, least of all with a stranger who couldn’t understand what they said.
Though, some things didn’t need any translation, and the lack of a common language didn’t mean they couldn’t understand each other.
Kit didn’t need words to figure out that Logan desired him. He didn’t need to say anything to Logan to let him know the feeling was mutual.
Halor squeezed his cock, just enough to let Kit know he wasn’t done with him yet. Kit shivered and leaned back into Halor’s embrace. His lover wrapped his other arm around him, groping for his testicles and finding them with ease.
Kit moaned as Halor fondled him. “Please, Halor, please.”
Halor didn’t keep him waiting for long. With a couple of firm strokes, he had Kit soaring to the stars they travelled among.
Kit would have slid to the floor if it weren’t for Halor’s arms holding him in place.
“That’s it, Kit.” Halor raised his cream-coated fingers to his lips and sucked them clean with loud slurps.
Kit snuggled into Halor’s lap and closed his eyes. He was so sleepy, as he often was after climaxing. He would just close his eyes for a moment.
* * * *
Logan hadn’t wanted to watch his two hosts having sex, but really, if they hadn’t wanted an audience, they should have left the room.
He had heard them having sex the previous night. At the time he had only suspected that was what they were doing. Now, having seen them in action right before his eyes, he knew for sure.
Have they no shame?
What sort of species were they that they would just have sex right there in front of him? Sure, they had animal traits, but they were still humanoid.
Logan watched as the bird-man gently carried the feline over to the hatch and slowly took him out of sight to the level below. There was a tenderness to the gesture that seemed so human, despite the fact they were aliens.
The bird-man returned a few minutes later and lowered the barrier. He pointed at the holographic device Logan and the feline had been using earlier.
“Oh, sorry, here you go.” Logan picked it up and passed it over.
The bird-man shook his head and put it back on the floor. He closed down the game and opened up a new image. It showed what appeared to be a space station. He pointed at the image then over towards the window in the other part of the room. Logan guessed that was where they were heading.
The bird-man pointed at Logan then at the space station.
“I don’t understand,” Logan said. “Are you taking me there? Leaving me there?”
The bird-man frowned at him, clearly not understanding what he was saying. He pointed down at the hatch and Logan guessed he was referring to his companion. Then he pointed at himself then Logan, then the hologram again.
“We’re all going there?” Logan asked. He wondered why he was still asking questions when it was clear neither of his hosts could understand anything he said.
The bird-man gestured to all three of them, then at the hologram again.
Logan shook his head. He just couldn’t understand what he was trying to say to him.
The bird-man eventually gave up and pressed another button, returning to the half-finished game. His gesture that it was Logan’s move was easier to understand and they finished the game he had started with the feline.
When they were done, his companion started a new game.
Logan placed his hand on the bird-man’s arm. “Wait. Why did you…?” Knowing words were useless, he pointed at his groin and made a crude gesture with his hand, nodding over at the seat across the room.
The bird-man smiled and made several gestures to his groin and the hatch, but Logan couldn’t understand what he was trying to tell him. It was clear that the language barrier was preventing him from getting answers to his questions. He would have to put it down to a case of his hosts simply not realising that what they were doing wasn’t a public act where Logan came from.
They continued their game, and a short while later, the feline appeared at the hatch and the bird-man helped him through. They spoke a few moments in their two strange languages. Logan didn’t know what they said, but the way they touched told him a lot.
As the feline hugged the bird-man, he caught Logan’s eyes over his lover’s shoulder. The smile on his lips was almost mischievous and Logan had a feeling the feline knew exactly what they were doing and that the show had been as much for Logan’s benefit as for their own pleasure.
Chapter Three
As his strength returned, Logan began to put together a daily routine of meals of odd but delicious fruits and light, though increasing, exercise.
The cat-man often came to watch him, and when he was done, he lowered the barrier and they played games on the device the feline had brought him.
Several times, Logan had witnessed the feline suck the bird-man’s cock, the sight arousing him each time.
Later, when his hosts had disappeared down the hatch, Logan relieved the pressure that had built while watching them.
Then he played around with the holographic device some more, looking to see what it contained. It held a wealth of information and Logan was only scratching the surface of the database, not that he could do much more than look at the images.
Logan hoped that when they arrived wherever it was they were heading, he might find someone who could answer his questions and direct him to the rest of the Earth evacuees.
It was on the fourth day that the cat-man screwed up his nose as he joined Logan, and Logan re
alised he was probably quite pungent. Unfortunately, his quarters contained only the pod and a couple of crates that he couldn’t open. There were no shower facilities or changes of clothes. Or if there was, he had yet to find them. It had taken him several hours and the assistance of the cat-man before he’d figured out the door to the toilet facilities. Only his dancing about and frantic gestures had conveyed what it was he’d needed.
Within an hour of the cat-man’s close acquaintance with his body odour, he was being escorted out of his cell, down the hatch, and into the strangest shower he had ever seen. He wondered if this was the sort of thing the early human space travellers had used, before they learnt to recreate gravity in space. Unfortunately, that had been many centuries before his birth, and his own journey through space was quite luxurious by comparison to the early space travellers’. Perhaps his hosts weren’t as advanced as humans were.
He stepped into the shower and turned it on. The strangely scented water rained down on him, warm and soothing for his aching muscles. The water didn’t last for more than a couple of minutes before he was bombarded with hot air, drying him instantly.
When he stepped out of the cubicle, the cat-man was waiting for him with a clean kilt, similar to the ones worn by them. Logan had never worn such a garment in his life, but it was clear this was the only alternative clothing available if he wanted his flight suit cleaned.
His decision made, his covered himself quickly, though not quickly enough to avoid the frank appraisal of his feline host, whose green eyes lingered just a little too long on his groin.
Logan had taken his share of lovers before leaving Earth, but he couldn’t recall ever being looked at quite like that. The feline licked his lips and made no effort to hide his stares.
During his time on the ship, Logan had watched the two lovers touch and kiss almost constantly whenever they were together in a room. He had seen the feline drop to his knees and suck the cock of the bird-man at least once a day. Late at night, when they had disappeared down the hatch, the sounds of their sexual activities echoed throughout the ship. Even if they hadn’t given him a show right there on the flight deck, Logan would have to have been blind and deaf not to have figured out their relationship was far more than that of shipmates.
Since he had been seeing far more than was decent, Logan had also noticed that their feline and bird-like features were combined with those of men. Fur and feathers may have replaced hair, their eyes may be those of birds and cats, but there was enough about the two of them to make it clear they were very much men, not so different from himself.
They were actually quite pleasant to look upon. The feline was adorably cute, with a mischievous grin that never failed to bring a smile to Logan’s lips. As for the bird, Logan not only admired his elegant beauty, he was in awe of his incredible strength.
Logan shivered at the want he saw in the eyes of the cat-man. He might not understand a word he said or even know his name, but the blatant sexual need in his gaze needed no translation.
The squawk of the bird-man alerted them to his presence. Logan jumped, feeling guilty, despite having done nothing to encourage the cat to stray.
The feline grinned and licked his lips again. He meowed and gestured to Logan’s dirty clothing. Logan hoped he was going to get them cleaned, not have them thrown away.
Logan stepped aside so the cat-man could pass him, only for him to run his clawed finger lightly along his chest, sending another wave of shivers down his spine.
As the cat-man passed his lover, the bird-man tapped his arse playfully, causing the feline to swipe at him with his tail. Logan could tell they were merely playing and relaxed a little. As long as the bird-man didn’t think he was trying to steal away his lover, things should be okay.
The feline vanished from sight and Logan stepped towards the door. That was when he realised the cat-man wasn’t the only one who apparently admired his human body. The bird-man halted his progress with a hand on his chest, which turned into a soft caress, running over his abdomen and down to the front of his kilt.
Logan couldn’t have stopped his body reacting if his life had depended on it. His cock filled and hardened, making the kilt rise. The bird-man gave a short screech and squeezed Logan’s erection.
Logan gripped the edge of the door frame. The bird-man hesitated, as though waiting for a sign he could continue. Logan knew he should push him off, tell him he didn’t want this, that they didn’t even know each other, but he didn’t. He gave a single nod of consent and stood still as the bird-man groped him through the soft fabric. Another minute of this and Logan would need a second change of clothes.
The bird-man squawked loudly, and a moment later, the feline reappeared, Logan’s clothes were gone, but the eager expression on the cat-man’s face remained.
Logan nodded again, even though neither of them had asked him a question, and if they had, he wouldn’t have understood it. He could tell what they wanted and he found himself eager to comply.
He swiftly undid the kilt, letting it drop to the floor. The cat-man was on his knees in an instant, pulling Logan’s cock from the bird-man’s hand and taking it into his mouth, sucking eagerly.
The bird-man slipped behind Logan, holding him upright when his knees threatened to buckle.
“Oh fuck,” Logan cried as the cat-man licked at the tip of his cock. His tongue was rough, like that of a cat, and the sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before.
The bird-man held him securely with one arm, while using his free hand to grip Logan’s balls, squeezing them and rolling them carefully between his talon-like fingers.
Logan spread his legs and the cat-man seemed to understand what he wanted, sliding his finger into Logan’s arse. Logan belatedly remembered the claws, but when he didn’t feel them tearing him, he guessed they must have been sheathed.
He came embarrassingly quickly. If it hadn’t been for the bird-man’s secure grasp, Logan had no doubt he would have been flat on his back on the floor.
The cat-man gazed up at him with wide eyes as he licked his lips. Logan thought the feline might be swaying a little, but he couldn’t say for sure since he felt rather light-headed himself.
He really should make an effort to try to learn the names of his hosts, if only the language barrier wasn’t such a hurdle. He had no doubt his attempts to repeat their words back to them had been nothing but garbled nonsense.
When he had sufficiently recovered his senses, the bird-man gently cleaned him up while the cat-man staggered to his feet. He seemed to struggle to remain upright, but a steadying hand from his attentive lover helped.
Afterwards, the bird-man guided Logan out of the bathroom and pointed at the first door on the left, then at himself. Logan guessed it was his room. Then the bird-man pointed at the opposite door, followed by the feline. The cat-man shook his head and pointed at the two of them then at the bird-man’s door. The bird-man rolled his eyes and shrugged. Logan got the gist of what they were trying to convey to him. The cat-man had his own room but was more likely to be found sharing that of the other man.
The feline led him down the short corridor and opened another door, pointing at Logan then inside the room. Logan guessed this was his new quarters. One look inside the door revealed it was a vast improvement from the pod. There was a bunk with a proper mattress and pillows, together with plenty of soft-looking blankets. There was a desk and chair to the side, along with a large cupboard. The cat-man smiled at him and nudged him towards the bed. For a moment, he thought he was going to join him, but instead he closed the door, leaving Logan to take advantage of some real privacy at last.
As soon as the door closed and the heat of desire had abated, Logan wondered what the hell he had been thinking. Am I really so desperate for sex?
He spared a glance for his soft cock and sighed. Apparently, the answer to that was yes, except he didn’t feel desperate. Sure, he woke each morning with a case of morning wood and watching the two aliens pawing at each other
had been something of a turn on, but he had never imagined he would simply stand there and let two aliens pleasure him like that.
For the first time since waking from cryo, Logan was truly scared—not of the two beings who had woken him, but of the feelings they had awakened in him.
* * * *
“Thank you,” Kit purred as he wrapped his arm around Halor’s waist and snuggled into his side. “Does this mean we’re going to keep him?”
“If he wishes to stay then he will be welcome on board,” Halor replied as they headed back to the flight deck. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on him until he has proved himself trustworthy, of course, but I won’t be leaving him at the spaceport unless he wishes it. This is providing we haven’t frightened him off. That was quite a risk we took, coming on so strong like that.”
“He was aroused before we ever touched him,” Kit replied. “He’s always desperate for release, even when he’s pleasured himself at night.”
“You didn’t mention he was doing that. You’ve not been sneaking up to watch him, have you?”
“No, of course not. But he hasn’t been able to clean himself properly until now. Each morning the smell of wasted cream was strong whenever I joined him, and his need only increased every time we touched in front of him. We simply helped him with the problem.”
Halor snorted. “You’re terrible. You do know that?”
Kit dropped into his seat and lifted his legs to rest his paws on the control panel. Halor tapped his legs to get him to move them.
“I just hope pleasuring him was enough,” Kit said. “We’re going to be docking at the spaceport in less than an hour. I don’t want him leaving us as soon as we arrive.”
“If he wants to leave, we can’t stop him,” Halor reminded him. “We might have bought him, but it was an accident. I won’t keep him here as a prisoner, not even for you.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” Kit replied. “Where do you think he’s from? I want to know his story. I can’t wait to talk to him properly.”
