Stealing Shiloh

by K. A Knight

  Joss sits back in his chair and sips his drink before telling us the bad news. “We’ve not confirmed this, but Nul and I think they may have acquired leap technology.”

  “Vekk!” Trov yells, smashing his fists onto the table. Luckily for me, I was holding my grapt at the time. Nul wasn’t so lucky, his drink spilling all over. Joss calls for one of the bots to assist in cleaning up as Trov mutters an apology and gets Nul another drink. We’ve become so accustomed to the large, round, metallic machines aiding us that I barely notice how it sprays cleaning products from various extensions and tidies up the place.

  “But they’re scavengers. How could they possibly have leap technology when their ships are made from the dregs of wrecked vessels?” I query, confused. “It doesn’t add up.”

  “Actually, it does,” Joss counters, before taking a bite.

  I cross my arms in defiance. “Care to elaborate, brot?”

  “Well, the Yarek are exactly what you said they are. Scavengers. So it’s possible that they came across the tech in the wreckage of a downed ship. Hell, they may have even devised a plan to take out a ship they knew had leap tech.”

  “So they could steal it,” I whisper to myself, as the realisation dawns on me.

  “Exactly,” Joss finishes with a smug grin.

  “Well, shit.” Trov scrubs his hands over his face. “What do we do now?”

  “Not much we can do,” Joss admits. “Send out more probes maybe. But we’re already circling Oxious every few sun rotations. We can’t use our own leap tech in fear of missing important data during the leap burst. Basically, nothing changes. We wait. We watch. Then we hunt.”

  “What about Klan Gryme, Joss? Are they still trying to infiltrate the Yarek’s computers on the kings’ orders?”

  Joss nods. “They are, but I don’t trust them. They feel as dirty as their name suggests.”

  Trov frowns. “Explain.”

  “Every correspondence I’ve had with them has left me uneasy,” Joss expounds. “Messages are left unopened. Questions are never fully answered. Details they should know by now are unobtainable. I don’t know. They just put a sour taste in my mouth.”

  Trov leans back in his chair, mulling over all the information presented before turning back to Nul. “Nul. What is the probability of Yarek having leap tech?”

  Nul’s response is immediate. “Seventy-eight percent.”

  Shit.

  “And the probability Klan Gryme is playing both sides?” Trov presses.

  Nul looks at his plate. “Fifty percent.”

  Double shit.

  Joss takes a drink before continuing, “The thing with Klan Gryme is, the kings trust them, therefore we have to accept them and trust them. But the Yarek? We need to be more mindful of how cunning they are. They’ve grown from the worthless species we fought all those years ago. They’ve adapted. They’ve changed. Never underestimate the ruthlessness of someone who has nothing to lose.”

  “Well spoken,” Trov agrees. “This has certainly been enlightening and somewhat disturbing. Does anyone have any good news to share?”

  “I do!” I chime in. “Did anyone else notice how amazing Shiloh’s rack looked in that top today or what?”

  I raise my hand to Joss, hoping for a high four—you know, because we only have four fingers—and I’m met with a frown.

  “What?” I ask innocently, lowering my arm. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice, Joss. The way her chest lifted when she was out of breath, the way her nipples poked at the pink fabric.” He narrows his eyes. “Okay, fine. But you had to like the glittery ‘Klan Avuk’ I had sprawled across her ass.”

  His frown falters into a grin. “I have to admit, I did like our name displayed on her ass.”

  “And what an ass it is,” Trov comments. “Our mate has curves for days.”

  “And nights,” Nul adds, shocking all of us. “What? I’m shy, not blind.”

  We laugh at that, breaking the tension of the Yarek discussion.

  Trov’s expression turns mischievous. “Speaking of our tiny warrior…” Trov taps the table’s screen and pulls up the feed to her room.

  There, in the vekking shower, is our mate.

  Shiloh.

  A very naked Shiloh.

  A very naked Shiloh with water dripping down her luscious curves.

  Who also has the massager aimed between her legs.

  Vekk.

  My cock stands at full attention, ready to salute anyone who will look at him.

  “Is she…?” Nul trails off, head cocked to the side.

  I clap him on the shoulder. “Yeah, buddy, she is.”

  The view of her perfection is obscured by the steam clinging to the walls of her glass shower. I’ll need to put in an order for better ventilation because this is bullshit.

  A solution dawns on me. “Who else wants our girl out of the damned shower where we can actually see her?”

  “Me.”

  “Me.”

  “M-Me too.”

  I grin impishly. “Watch this.” I type into the tablet, first turning up the sound on the cameras. Music filters through, and I can hear something that sounds like “ride my pony” and the moans of our girl.

  Then I press a second button.

  The cold water relay.

  “Fuck!” Shiloh screeches, rushing from the shower. We get a two second view of her ass before she wraps an awaiting towel around herself.

  Damn you, towel scum!

  Shiloh is furious, her face beautiful even when she’s mad. Maybe even more stunning filled with such raw emotion. “Fucking piece of shit spaceship. I’ll have to talk to the guys about this.” Shiloh stalks off to the replicator while still grumbling. “I mean…you have a machine that can create food from air, and you don’t have unlimited hot water? What the shit is that?”

  Still complaining, she tells the replicator, “Peanuts and a Dr. Pepper.” She rubs her hands together excitedly as the replicator’s light flashes. “Fucking shit!” she yells, when she didn’t get whatever peanuts and a Dr. Pepper are. The guys and I are laughing so hard tears roll down our cheeks. The replicator brought her a penis and Dr. Heffer. The rainbow dildo sways on the platform, and Dr. Heffer’s fat wraps lie mockingly beside them.

  Shiloh lets off a series of curses while we continue to have a laugh at her expense. “Shit. Fuck. Cock. Ass. Bitch.” She goes on and on, then remembers she has a snack closet.

  Holding her towel closed with one hand, she scurries to her food pantry. Yanking open the doors, she grabs a bottle of water and a bag of—

  “Fucking peanuts,” she says, laughing while tearing open the bag with her teeth. “You bunch of cock suckers.”

  Shiloh doesn’t even pour them into her hand. Instead, she puts her mouth right on the bag and drinks the traitorous peanuts like a boss.

  That’s my girl!

  Still chewing, she descends the steps to her bed and flops down on her back. Her eyes are fixed onto the ceiling, vacant and knowing at the same time. I wonder what she’s thinking about.

  After finishing the bag of nuts, she wipes her hands on her towel, takes a drink of water, and closes her eyes. I groan, thinking she’s going to sleep and almost turn off the tablet when something amazing happens.

  She starts to touch her body.

  It’s tentative at first, making me wonder if she’s ever played with herself before. It starts with light rubbing over the towel. She squeezes her breasts, which look so much bigger in her tiny hands. I can almost feel the tension in the room when she cups her pussy, depressing one finger gently into her slit.

  “Come on, take the vekking towel off, dammit,” Trov growls impatiently.

  Trov gets his wish. As Shiloh buries her finger under her towel, finding the pink flesh hidden below, the wet cloth splayed across her chest slips open, exposing the perfection beneath.

  I’m not sure there is a word in human or Totiv that describes how flawless her breasts are. Even as a Totiv, being much larger
than her, they would still be a handful. Perfectly round, pale globes softly jiggle as her delicate finger circles inside her pussy lips.

  For the first time ever, I’m selfishly grateful that Totiv females are scarce, glad the Yarek invaded Earth and the planet required our assistance as this beautiful creature displays her body before me. Our females don’t even have mammary glands, something I think I’m really going to enjoy playing with on our mate.

  As if she could hear my thoughts, Shiloh takes her free hand and works her breast. With one finger, she traces around her pale pink nipple at the same speed she works her clit.

  Heavy breathing from my Klan is the only noise in the war room that is not coming from the microphone in Shiloh’s room. You can smell male arousal, it coats the air so thickly, it almost makes me sneeze. Joss breaks our silence first. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

  “Me either, brot,” I admit with a groan. “Me either.”

  Shiloh’s moans cut through the screen, and that beautiful flush I’ve come to adore so quickly creeps across her chest.

  Vekk me, or better yet, let me vekk her.

  Reaching under the table, I give my rock-hard cock a squeeze. It hurts so fucking bad that I know I’ll have to go take care of myself after this. Blue balls be damned.

  Shiloh’s nipple puckers under the attention as she twists and pulls aggressively on the pink flesh. I can picture her nipples pierced, or with a set of clamps dangling off them, enhancing the perfection of her pink buds.

  Okay, so that’s happening.

  Well, maybe not the piercing as that’s only done to royal mates, but the clamps…those are permitted.

  Shiloh widens her legs, letting her knees fall to the sides. My fingers fly over the tablet, the camera zooming in between her thighs.

  “Holy vekk,” Trov growls, one hand under the table just like me.

  Her pussy is vekking glistening with her cream. Pale pink, just like her nipples, her cunt is perfection. Shiloh presses one finger inside herself, and we all vekking groan, our breathing getting heavier by the second, just like hers.

  She vekks herself a few times, then spreads her cream on her clit. Her movements quicken. Her finger glides over her little bundle of nerves at a rapid pace while she pinches her nipple.

  “Fuck!” she cries out, as her body trembles then arches. She moans through the orgasm, her pussy clenching before our very eyes.

  Vekk. I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside her, to taste her or…something!

  Slipping from the table while the guys watch her come down from her climax, I take the morfka to my room. Showering as quickly as possible in the autowash, I put on loose, gray, soft pants that hang low on my hips.

  No turning back now.

  With a deep breath, I try to calm my rapidly beating heart and enter the secret door to her room.

  Seventeen

  Shiloh

  Can I have two in a row?

  I’ve done it before, and I’m so fucking turned on right now that I think I can get myself off again. Tentatively, I circle my clit, delighted I can touch myself again, that I’m not too sensitive after the last orgasm.

  I just couldn’t help myself.

  The way my Klan looks at me, like I’m a piece of fucking meat they want to devour, like I’m the most precious thing in the world, like they’d do anything for me, makes me fucking hot. I’m so consumed with my thoughts, and the feeling of my finger dipping into my cum and swirling it around my clit, that I didn’t hear a door to my room open.

  I didn’t hear someone stalking towards my bed.

  I didn’t realise I had someone watching me until his smell hit me.

  Spicy fucking bastard.

  My eyes fly open when the scent penetrates my need to come again. I close my legs and grab the ends of my towel, cocooning myself before yelling, “What the fuck, Cryk!”

  God, I’ve never been so embarrassed. I feel the heat of a blush flaming my cheeks.

  Cryk’s voice deepens to a tone I haven’t heard before. “Don’t stop on my account, little flyer.”

  I’m pissed and admittedly a little turned on knowing he was watching. “Fuck you! How dare you come in here unannounced! Don’t I get any fucking privacy on this damn ship?”

  “Fuck me?” he growls. “That sounds simply delicious.” Cryk’s chest is heaving as he reaches down his body and grips the huge bulge in his pants. “I can promise you’d like it. That you’d be screaming my name in pleasure. How does that sound, little flyer?”

  It sounds amazing.

  Instead of telling him exactly how I feel, my words get lost as awareness hits me. I’m pretty much naked, vulnerable, and alone while a giant alien prowls towards me.

  “I can smell your arousal, mate. I can feel your body heating at my words.” He takes a few steps closer. “You want me to touch you, taste you. Don’t you?” It’s more of a statement than a question. One I couldn’t even begin to answer. Because yes, I want those things. But I’m also so fucking scared. What if my human body disgusts him? What if my inexperience makes him resent me?

  “Too long, I’ve gone without the touch of a female.” His dulcet tone makes my pussy clench. “You’re ours now. Mine.” Fuck. Knowing I’m his, that I actually belong to him, turns me on even further. “You’ve lived a life without choices, Shiloh.” My name on his lips, his tongue, only makes me want him more. “I’m giving your power back. Yes or no? Do you want me to give you pleasure or not? All you need to do is nod. If you don’t, I’ll leave this room and give you your treasured privacy. You have ten seconds to decide.”

  Ten seconds?

  Why does that simultaneously feel like too long and not long enough?

  “Nine.”

  Do I really want this?

  “Eight.”

  Yes. No. Yes. No. Ugh.

  “Seven.”

  Okay. Brain says no, pussy says yes.

  “Six.”

  Six already. I need more time!

  “Five.”

  Shit, halfway there. Think, Shiloh!

  “Four.”

  Okay. You can do this. Just say yes. Fuck privacy.

  “Three.”

  Oh em gee, he said three.

  “Two.”

  It’s now or never. Take what you want. It’s up to me.

  “One.” Cryk looks at me expectantly. When I don’t respond, he takes a step back. Closing my eyes, I lick my lips and incline my head.

  When I open my eyes again, I’m not sure if that was the right move. Cryk stalks towards the bed with a dark glint in his eyes, looking like a predator pursuing his prey. His horns darken, and his red scales flash a burnt orange. His wings bristle behind him as he prowls closer. It’s both arousing and terrifying, but my pussy clenches nonetheless.

  “Good choice, little flyer.” His eyes spark as he kneels at the end of the bed and slides his hands up my legs, which I’ve squeezed together like a vice. Cryk puts a little pressure on my thighs, letting me know he wants me to open them. “Let me in, mate. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

  Swallowing down my shyness, I open up, just a little. Cryk takes advantage of the opportunity, placing a kiss on my inner thigh. Rising up a bit, he hovers over my body, his powerful arms caging me in. He nudges the towel with his nose, opening it as he crawls up my body.

  He softly kisses the hollow of my hip, the skin above my belly button, then nuzzles between my breasts. I still have a death grip on my towel as Cryk runs his hands down my arms and grips my wrists.

  “Let it go, little flyer,” he whispers against my neck, before sucking on the tender skin there. With my wrists bound in his large hands, he adds pressure, pulling my towel from my chest, exposing all of me.

  And I let him.

  My chest heaves with anxiety.

  Are my breasts too big?

  Too small?

  What if he doesn’t like breasts?

  Cryk answers my thoughts with a growl before his mouth descen
ds on a nipple. The feeling of his hot mouth sucking on my sensitive skin has me arching into him, moaning in spite of myself. I want to run my hands in his hair, to dig my nails into his shoulders, but he has my wrists pinned next to my head. He switches to my other side, working my nipple with precision. He flicks it with his tongue before grazing the skin with his teeth.

  “Fuck,” I moan, feeling my pussy pulse with need. My cream drips down my thighs and onto the bed below me…I’m that turned on.

  “Let me make you feel good, Shiloh,” Cryk whispers. “You need this.” Cryk bites my nipple, and I shriek, but still press myself further into his mouth. I can feel his lips smiling against my skin.

  Cryk kisses up my neck again and takes my mouth. He doesn’t do it gently either. His lips crash against mine in heated fervour. His tongue glides along the seam of my lips, demanding entrance.

  I open to him, wanting all he has to give. Cryk settles his body between my legs, forcing me to wrap them around his hips. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, searching, tasting, massaging my own.

  I kiss him back, submitting, devouring him. My hips thrust against his, and a gush of wetness leaves my body.

  “Little flyer…” My name sounds like a warning on his lips. He kisses me again, a bruising kiss that has me moaning into his mouth. Then he changes gears and pulls off me, staring into my eyes.

  I feel my cheeks heat under his gaze, and he growls in response. But this time, the noise doesn’t scare me. This time, it only evokes my lust, my desire for him.

  “Yes, Cryk?” I ask breathlessly, panting under his gaze.

  He groans and kisses up my jaw, licking the shell of my ear. “Let me taste you,” he whispers, making the tiny hairs on my body stand on end.

  I don’t second-guess myself this time. I want it. “Yesss.” My voice is breathy and lust filled.

  Cryk groans again and nibbles down my body, kissing me between my legs on his descent. He releases my wrists only to push my knees farther apart and stares at my pussy like it’s a rare jewel. I feel so embarrassed. I’ve never had someone look at my girl bits so closely before. What if it looks weird? Or smells weird?