Charmed By The Coxian Gods

by Alyx X

  "You deserved it," I said, rubbing my hand back to life as I stepped around him to face Kylie. The girl didn't look like she needed any kind of protection. She stood with a grin; her arms crossed as she looked around her with wide eyes. Nothing about this was making her uncomfortable. "You went to take a human, without her permission, without researching her. I'm amazed you’re both alive," I continued.

  "I was only doing what we’re supposed to do..." Fey heaved, looking from me to Kylie and immediately recoiling. "TerraLink has a stranglehold on this planet and it is expected—"

  "TerraLink is a bastard." Kylie said, her face going a little green as the ship sped up. "They enslave people—"

  That's all she got out before she exploded.

  Green goo went everywhere, a foul smell filling the loading dock as wave after wave of putrid liquid poured from her mouth.

  "What the fuck!?" Fey yelled, side stepping the liquified remains of her interior as more and more poured from her. "What did you do to her?"

  "I didn't do anything!" I yelled, dropping to my knees and scooping up the liquid, trying to find a container to put it in. We had to get it back into her, right? "They must have given her something to turn her inside out!"

  I was unfamiliar with humans. Seeing as we weren't allowed on their planet, their biology hadn't exactly been on the forefront of our education. We knew nothing beyond that they were the most affected by our abilities, and had lusciously tight little pussies and throats.

  Now she was turning inside out.

  My world had cemented itself into some blissful perfection of companionship and belonging when I had seen her, and I’d been dreaming of spending the rest of her life together. Now that dream was falling apart as quickly as she was.

  "Fuck!" I yelled, Fey joining in as we both scooped up the foul green liquid and stood, trying to force it back down her throat as she clung to the wall.

  "Get away from me," she snapped, batting our hands to the side and sending the liquid of her guts all over the silver walls of our ship's cargo bay. "What are you trying to do?"

  "Your body... it's liquifying," I worried, scooping up more of her and holding it out to her. "Do we need to put it in a container instead? Will you duplicate that way?"

  "I’m beginning to understand why humans are not allowed on Cox." Fey was gasping, voice wheezing in desperation. "They explode in space."

  "That makes no sense!" I yelled, trying to catch more of the liquid that was still heaving from her. "TerraLink sells them—"

  "I don't know what the fuck kind of women you boys have encountered, but I am not exploding." I couldn't tell if Kylie was laughing or crying, her voice was strained as she clung to the wall, her stomach still twitching.

  "Then how do you explain this?" Fey asked, now scooping her remains into a clear bin, the green splashing around unpleasantly.

  "I'm sick." Kylie was fully laughing now, despite her pallid skin and pained expression. Her skin seemed to grow more pale as the laugh turned into a cough. I held out my hands again. Just in case. "This is vomit." She stated simply.

  "Vomit?" I looked at it closer without inhaling, trying to understand what the word meant.

  "Yes. Partially digested food that my stomach is forcing out, probably because you are taking me into space for the first time and clearly don't know enough about human bodies to know to slow the fuck down!" She shouted the last few words and then gulped, turning and pressing her forehead to the cool metal wall.

  Sick. She was sick. Shit! I was holding sick!

  Fey and I hissed and dropped the gunk that now coated our shirts and pants. Fey screeched like a baby Warblenn and began wiping it from the fabric and the walls in a panic. Clearly the realization of what vomit was had zapped all logic from him.

  I, however, jumped up, vomit-covered fingers pressing against the glass command screen beside the bay doors, furiously typing as I shifted the speed. We hadn't been going anywhere near full speed. Weird. Human bodies may not liquify in space, but they were certainly more fragile than I would have assumed.

  "Thank god," Kylie gasped the second the ship slowed, clearly sensing the change in speed, and sagged against the side of the ship. "At least one of you has some sense."

  "More than you know," I mumbled, earning myself a snort and a glare from Fey.

  "Cock does not pass for sense, brother. Stop pretending you have either." He tried to throw vomit at me, as if either words or sickness were going to impact me.

  "You're brothers?" Kylie asked with a laugh, rolling her eyes as she laid back against the wall. "It all makes sense now."

  "We are not brothers." Fey and I snapped together. He continued with a snarl, "We are stuck together until we find our first mate. I hate the bastard." Well, same.

  "Okay." She stretched the word out weirdly as she looked between the two of us. "Well, while I would love to sit here and question you all about how you are, but aren't brothers, and why sex gods needs mates, I am currently covered in vomit and would like not to be." She sighed and pushed herself up, her slick fingers sliding against the wall. I barely caught her before she slammed herself face first into the wall.

  Apparently, my body didn't care that we were both covered in vileness. The second my skin touched hers, lines of fire ignited through my body, my cock stirring as I resisted the urge to pull her into me. To take her. Hold her against me. Kiss her. Press myself inside of her.

  The emotions were strong enough that they flooded the cargo hold, sending Kylie shuddering with her knees almost buckling as she gasped. I could nearly feel her emotions echo in mine. The arousal. The tight need. Thinking about it made everything worse.

  "Oh my god, you’re worse than him," she gasped with an ache as she leaned into me with a moan. One step, however, and her knees were buckling again. I barely caught her.

  "Sorry," I pushed the strength of my desire away, hoping that it would calm the emotions. She was still shuddering however, angling herself away as if that would help.

  Focus Myro. I could do this. I wanted her to come from my cock, not from my powers.

  "No need to apologize," she moaned rather than said. I really needed to get her cleaned up and feeling better. But gods, just her touch and the sound of her voice were going to make me come. "It's powerful. I've never felt something so strong before," she said.

  "We can make you feel more." Of course that would pull Fey out of his mad dash cleaning.

  "As tempting as that is... we are all covered in vomit."

  She had a point.

  "Would you like a shower? I can show you to your quarters." I offered, still holding onto her as my powers dissipated. I hoped she understood that we couldn’t return to her home planet now. Not after what we’d done. Did she understand that she would live on our ship now?

  Fey sighed with relief as my power finally dissolved. Guess I was more potent than I thought. How the fuck had Kylie not given in to that?

  It was like before, at the club. She was affected, but not as much as other humans. Not as much as lore told us she would.

  "A shower is necessary." Kylie clarified, shaking my arm off her. "Unless your water is going to burn my skin off?"

  "We are proud to have regular H2O on our ship," Fey jumped up, immediately slipping on what vomit he hadn’t been able to clean up and slamming back down on his ass. "Seriously? Why did we think she was turning inside out? This stuff smells like the rot in the death pits of Girlatz."

  We’d gone there once, but the women of the planet had smelled about the same as the death pits. We hadn’t stayed long. Fine with me, considering I hadn’t wanted to go there in the first place, but Fey always got what he wanted.

  "Well, consider cleaning this mess up a good return, and repayment for nearly getting us killed." I said to my Fey, dripping with sarcasm. I draped my arm around Kylie, the girl leaning into me as I pulled her away and toward the large shower in the master suite that had been set aside for the first wife. It was placed there before Fey and I h
ad even boarded, as all our ships were built for this.

  "We were not nearly killed!" Fey yelled, slapping his hands against the slick floor like a petulant toddler. I laughed, leading Kylie away. I didn't miss the longing look she gave him as we left him behind.

  "Don't worry, he won't be far behind." My heart ached at the admission, knowing that Fey would only be minutes. There was an emergency cleaning station only steps away. "He bought you, after all."

  Each of the five words were punctuated by a stab to my heart.

  "You don't sound happy about that." Her hand wrapped around mine, my fingers already cupped around her hip. She wasn't searching, wasn't asking, but there was a loss in her voice that I desperately hoped I wasn't imagining.

  Although I should be.

  "I'm happy you are here." It wasn't a lie exactly, as happy as I was to have her in my arms. She shouldn't be here. It was dangerous for all of us. There was a reason I had set our destination to Io and not to home. I had a plan, and as long as anyone on Cox didn't catch wind of our expedition to Earth we should be okay.

  "I'm happy you are safe," I added on as I led her down another corner, the words hopeful.

  "So, is it more that you wish you had gotten to me first?" She leaned into me, and I flinched as her touch tensed every muscle between my knees and my navel. "I saw the way you both looked at me back at the club. I remember what you said. I’ll never forget it actually."

  Her fingers pressed against mine, spreading them as she weaved the heat of her with my own. I chanced a look at her, at those wide eyes that had seen so much, wanted so much.

  "I wanted to keep you safe," I admitted, keeping my voice low as I pulled her around to face the door that would be hers from this point on. "At the time, keeping you on Earth seemed like the best—safest—option. Fey had different ideas, and Fey won. Fey always wins."

  The bright smile that she wore fell, although the hungry gleam in her eyes grew as she stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her cheek against mine, her breath hot in my ears.

  "Fey doesn't always have to win." My stomach tightened, my emotions going into a tornado that I was sure was seconds away from escaping from me.

  I winced as I pushed the energy back into my belly. I couldn't do that to her, not on her first day here anyway. Or never. I seem to remember Fey saying something about how he wouldn't share.

  "Is this it?" She asked, nodding to the door. I grabbed her hand, gently placing her palm against the plate and coding in her print as the new owner of the room. The pad ignited in a million stars as it scanned her. With a musical beep it faded back to black, the door sliding open to reveal the massive suite and the huge bed, the kitchen, and the bathroom. Her eyes went wide.

  "Yes. You will lack for nothing." I wasn't even sure she heard me; she was too busy absorbing the furnishings. Then, she gasped loudly as she beheld something she obviously was delighted by, and stepped inside. My hand fell away from her, only to have her fingers tighten and pull me in.

  "Good. Then you will come with me." I froze, feet cemented to the floor as her fingers slowly slid from mine.

  "I am not the one who purchased you." It was a legitimate excuse, and I puffed up my chest as I delivered it, hoping that the strength would cover my disappointment.

  She laughed.

  The sound was like a bell from the sacred mountains of Dilldan. It rang through the halls and straightened my spine, that one sound pulling me forward despite my hesitation. I didn’t want to anger Fey again. I was still recovering from our last fight.

  "No one purchased me. I signed nothing. If anything, Fey kidnapped me." She reached out to me, those dark eyes like a tether—a barbed leash that wrapped around me and pulled. Demanding.

  It pulled all of my carefully placed restraint and shredded it into ribbons. Her smile brought all of the daydreams I had had of her to the surface, my emotions flooding out of me. She moaned softly, her body reacting unconsciously to my unrestrained power lust. I was ashamed at my lack of control; she deserved better.

  "Not that I fought him," she continued, slowly untying the flimsy gown that she was wearing. "There is something about you two. I want to be here. I want you." I gulped as the gossamer fabric drifted away from her luscious form.

  "I have wanted you since I saw you," I admitted, my voice a little strangled. I was still standing in the doorway. "I have dreamed of you my entire life—"

  "And alas, I got to her first." Fey piped up from behind me, clapping me on the back as he attempted to pull me away from her.

  "There is no first," Kylie scoffed, the robe falling to the ground in its entirety. "Well, unless you count which of you fucks me now. That will be a first."

  She grinned as she spoke, those eyes darting between us as she took a step back, the glitter that covered her body sparkling in the soft glow of our ship’s lights.

  Her words hung in the air before us, so inviting. So tempting. They seemed to float in the air, until what she’d said actually registered: a virgin. Kylie was a virgin. What were the chances we’d gotten so lucky? Especially considering where she worked. When I’d laid eyes on her in that club I’d assumed she was as experienced as the Scarlet Feather seemed to imply. As experienced as I knew many of the other women who worked there to be. Knowing that she was untouched—unspoiled—was a boiling heat, and my cock twitched, desperate to find a mark.

  She knew exactly what she was doing.

  10

  Kylie

  I had no idea what I was doing.

  I was trying my best to fight the insane sex-power that these two golden aliens were infusing the air with, something that seemed to get worse the longer I was around them. Try as I might, I had still effectively turned into a sex machine, and was apparently offering my virginity to them, one of which I knew to be more than gloriously endowed.

  Oh, and it had apparently slipped all of our minds that we were still covered in my vomit.

  What was it about their allure that translated any of this situation as the perfect time to pop my cherry? We’d escaped the most evil corporation on my planet, we were in space, we didn’t know each other, and all I could think about was taking the large one’s cock into my…

  No, I needed to focus. I couldn’t let these crazy golden sex gods get to me that easily. I’d waited this long, what was a little more time?

  "Actually, maybe we should take a shower first." I looked down as they did, the two guys chuckling at the remains that coated them. "So, come back in an hour."

  The ship seemed to have been listening because, before either of them could say anything, the door slid shut before their bewildered faces. Their calls of frustration seeped through the heavy metal, and I had to laugh. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

  "Ummm... thank you?" I said into the void, not even sure who or what I was talking to. Or even if someone, or I guess something, had done that. For all I knew, the door slid shut simply because no one was standing in front of it.

  And I was standing here talking into an empty void.

  I really needed to get in that shower.

  Turning away from the sleek metal doors, my jaw slowly dropped again at what I beheld.

  I had never seen a place this big before. Or clean. Or furniture this nice. Or so many... things. I didn't know how else to describe it. I mean, there was some kind of stuffed bird in the corner and a display of blankets hung with twisty metal things to my left. All my life I had lived in a single room with a bed and a chair, but this place had so many chairs and things I couldn’t imagine a use for. Some of the furniture even had chains.

  Didn't need to tell me what those were for. I’d lived my last few years in a brothel after all.

  Seeing as I was already naked, I high tailed it to what I thought was a bathroom. I tugged on the shiny metal door and discovered I was right. Was this my bathroom? They’d scanned my hand to let me into this place, so maybe this was my room?

  At least this room was familiar. Natalia had spared no expense
for the large bathroom at The Scarlet Feather, wanting her guests to never have to leave the magic of the brothel, even to take a piss.

  It took only two taps of my finger against the faucet to get the water running in the shower, another for the auto soap, and in what seemed like two seconds flat I was scrubbed clean of glitter and anything else I had picked up in my escape from Earth. I would have marveled at the efficiency of the shower if my mind hadn’t snagged on that last part.

  "Holy shit! I'm not on Earth!" I shouted into the empty space. I bolted out of the shower, slipping on the tile as the water from the shower sprayed off of me in my haste. I had been so busy trying to figure out why they had turned blankets into art that I hadn't even looked at the walls. There were no windows in the room, just a wide spread of metal with a seam right in the middle.

  "That better be a fucking window!" I barely caught myself from another slip, I reached the seam and pressed my fingers between them, assuming that I could pry them apart. Open them like I did the shutters back home. They didn't even budge.

  "What? No! I need to see!" I grunted and heaved, my wet shoulders and fingers slipping against the metal in my attempts. Nothing. It didn't even budge. “Let me see the fucking stars!”

  "Ship. Open port window in master suite." I recognized Fey's smooth voice, the low baritone sliding like chocolate over my wet skin as the mechanics of the ship purred to life. The massive shutters moved, revealing an entire wall of glass and a million stars beyond.

  I would have turned to thank him, but I was busy picking my jaw up off the floor, staring at the beauty before me.

  Tiny dots of light were speckled over a dark sky like expensive sugar. I knew what they were, even if I had never seen them.

  “Stars.”

  I had never seen stars before. The older people on Earth used to tell stories about a time ages ago when you used to be able to see them from Earth's surface. I had always assumed them mad; there was no way that something so magnificent and beautiful was real.

  And yet, here it was, right before me. I think I was starting to understand what those oldies had been talking about. Their descriptions hadn’t done this justice. This was so much more beautiful than I had ever dreamed.