by K. A Knight
Cryk licks his full lips. “Vekk, you’re so beautiful, Shiloh.”
I take a breath to respond, but all that comes out is a moan as Cryk dives between my legs. With his tongue extended, he licks all over me, nibbling on my pussy lips, sinking his tongue inside me. Puckering his lips, he encases my clit, gently sucking it in the most erotic sensation I’ve ever experienced.
My legs already begin to tremble as another orgasm brews. My clit lights up when he increases the pressure and releases my pliant legs. His hands slide up my body and surround my breasts.
Cryk’s tongue replaces his lips, circling my sensitive bud, making me moan and thrash, thrusting my hips to get his tongue where I want it. He grips my nipples in his hands and pinches them, making me gasp.
“Behave, little flyer,” he scolds, before circling again. He releases the grip on my nipples and rolls them between his fingers. I had no idea they were so sensitive. It feels like a string connects my nipples to my core, every pinch, every flick makes my insides pulse with need.
Then, he attacks my clit with his tongue, lashing it, flattening his lithe muscle and sliding it across the bundle of nerves. He uses it like he uses his weapons, ruthlessly.
I look down and see him watching me. The sight of his eyes on me, his mouth tasting me, his fingers controlling me, is almost too much.
I let my head fall back and give in to the heat building within me.
“Fuck, it feels so good, Cryk. Don’t stop.” I reach down and grab a fistful of hair, pressing him to me. He doesn’t need any more encouragement and gives me his all. I don’t even know what part of him is touching what part of me anymore. All I know is pleasure.
The pressure builds, my body shaking as the crescendo takes me. I scream out, my vision going white. My thighs squeeze the sides of Cryk’s head as he takes me over a waterfall of ecstasy, until my body goes limp.
Cryk cares for me until the very end, licking and sucking gently until I’m spent. Once he’s sure I’ve come back down, he pulls himself away and crawls up beside me, asking for nothing in return after the gift he just gave me. “You look beautiful when you come, Shiloh. It’s a vision I’ll never tire of for the rest of my life.”
I want to respond, to look at him while he’s speaking to me, but my body is mush. Chuckling, he rolls me to my side and pulls my back against his front. I can feel his hardness pressing against my ass, the heat of his chest across my spine. But he doesn’t try to push me, accepting that I’ve given all I have.
A moment later, covers are gently placed over me as Cryk snuggles in. “Sleep now, little flyer. Sleep, and let me hold you until morning.”
He just wants to hold me? I’m glad my eyes are already closed, because if not, he’d see the tears. He’d see how happy he’s made me, how much I’m already falling for them, even if I’m too stubborn to admit it.
In the arms of my mate, I fall into a dreamless sleep.
Happy.
Sated.
And dare I say, loved.
Eighteen
Shiloh
I sleep so long and hard that when I wake up, I’m confused at where I am. The soft sheet covering me is twisted around my bare legs, and my chest is exposed to the cool air, making my nipples pucker. I feel a sheen of sweat on my body, and I’m sticky between my legs. What happened? Where am I?
Blinking open my eyes, I reach up and rub at them, and that’s when it hits me.
Cryk.
His mouth.
His hands.
Him holding me all night.
I jerk upright and drag the sheet over my chest, looking around for my teasing mate, but he is nowhere to be found. Even the spicy scent of him has faded, as if he hasn’t been here for a while. What time is it? And seriously, why doesn’t this fucking ship have clocks anywhere?
Wanting to clean the grime from my body, I have a quick shower and get dressed. I tug on some stretchy pink shorts and—you guessed it—a pink and a white crop top. The shirt exposes my belly, and I hesitate at revealing so much skin, but today is a new day. A new me. A me that accepts myself the way I am, just like my mates do. Feeling a bit daring, I decide not to wear a bra, tossing the constricting pink monstrosity on my bed. My nipples pucker through the material, obvious to anyone who is looking, but it makes me feel powerful. Especially after last night and how my mate reacted to my body.
With a grin on my face, I leave my room, enter the morfka, and head to the cafeteria, but when I get there, I find it empty. Disappointment fills me, and I sigh as I walk to the replicator to order some breakfast. I must have slept in so late that my mates are already busy working around the ship. They do have jobs as fucking badass generals, they’re not my babysitters who tend to my every need.
Hell, maybe I’ll go find one of them and watch them work!
The thought excites me, and I skip the rest of the way over to the replicator. “Can I have a…shit, what’s the name?” I rack my brain for the fruity tasting tea, but I can’t remember all the alien words. “Erm, a cup of tea and some jam on toast?”
I cringe backwards, waiting for whatever it decides to spit out today, but still hoping it might work for once.
It doesn’t.
What I can only describe as a cross between a crusty old sock and the smell of a dying cat is placed before me. I’m silent for a moment, just staring at it until I explode.
“You fucking dog humping, bitch slapping, mother whore cunt twat!” I yell at it, kicking the machine and then hopping as I grab my aching foot. Glaring at the device, I decide to kill two birds with one stone. I’m sure if I find Nul, I can ask him to help me with the fucking machine and get it to stop being an asshat, plus then I can watch him work.
Sticking my tongue out at the contraption, I turn with a huff and hobble back to the morkfa, head held high. I stare at the screen and then press some buttons, trying to take me to Nul. I get it wrong the first few times. I end up in a bathroom, a storage cupboard with cute little bots that I need to remember to come back and name, and then finally, finally, I see Nul.
Rushing from the morkfa before it takes me somewhere else random—because let’s face it, these machines seem to hate me—I gawk at the room Nul is in. He hasn’t noticed me yet, his head is ducked as he stares at what looks like a crop while simultaneously making notes on a tablet to the right of him. A bright light shines from above, highlighting all the different reds in his skin.
He is beautiful.
I take the moment to stare, knowing he gets uncomfortable when he sees me do it, before looking around again. There are plants, crops, and tools everywhere. Work benches are filled with sketches, drawings, and even what looks like microscopes. On the back wall is a floor-to-ceiling garden, an actual garden, complete with hanging vines and flowers of all shapes and sizes. It’s beautiful and oh so alien, especially when I see one of them move like a snake.
It makes me yelp, and Nul spins, blinking through what appears to be magnifying glasses. He jumps to his feet, stumbling from the stool and trembling as he blushes and rips the glasses away from his eyes. “Er, hi, Shiloh, are you okay? What are you doing here?” His words are rushed before he stands there awkwardly, his mouth opening and closing, so I decide to take some pity on him.
“Morning! Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just wanted to watch you work, and I thought we could get to know each other a bit better?” I can feel my cheeks heating as I twist my hands in front of me. Maybe I shouldn’t have come. What if he’s too busy? What if he’s private and doesn’t want me here? Or maybe he’s doing some secret general stuff I’m not allowed to see…
Nul eases my worries when his face breaks out into a beautiful, wide smile, and he settles a bit. “O-Of course! Come in!” He turns and grabs the stool, placing it next to the table for me, and I grin and hop on, swinging my legs while I watch him.
He looks from me to the crop he was researching, seemingly torn between us, and I laugh. “Don’t let me disturb you, I promise I’ll be quiet a
nd good.”
“Do you even know how to be good?” he teases, which makes a startled giggle burst from me.
“Sometimes.” I wink.
He blushes again. His reaction to me is so cute and endearing. I’m beginning to see why Cryk likes making me blush so much. Nul sits back down on his chair and returns to his plant, but he glances at me every now and again. He seems to hesitate under my gaze, so I break the awkward silence.
“Nul? Can I ask you a favour?”
He jerks up, looking at me. “O-Of course! Anything!” he blurts, making me smile.
“The replicator, could you look at it? They all hate me, and honestly? I’m missing Earth food.” I sigh, and he frowns.
“Of course I will, anything you want. You know that.”
I grin wider, and he smiles back before turning to his plant. He picks up his pen and carries on writing, seeming less awkward now. Content just to be in his company, I observe him work in silence. After a while, I try to get him to talk, but he seems engrossed by the plant, so instead, I get up and walk around. I wander for a bit, but the moving plants scare me, so I head back to my stool and plop down, going back to watching him.
He’s muttering to himself, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. I realise I’m probably just an annoyance while he is trying to work. I’m going to have to find a hobby while they all do their jobs.
Sighing, I get up to leave. He’s too busy, and I’m only distracting him. I shouldn’t have come. It was a stupid idea. Dejected, I turn away, but his hand darts out and grabs my arm. He looks up at me, blinking, and whispers, “Don’t go.”
“It’s okay, I can see you’re really busy, I’m sorry for disturbing you,” I reply, looking away.
He leans closer and sighs. “Shiloh, I’m sorry. I get really into my work sometimes, and when that happens, everything around me ceases to exist. Never doubt for a second that I don’t want you here. I’m enjoying your company. Please, please don’t leave.”
I look up and meet those hopeful eyes, and a small smile covers my lips. “Well, if you insist, but Nul?” I turn serious. “Life should be more than just work, you need to enjoy it and not hide away in here.”
I don’t know what makes me say it, other than the fact I’m reaching for my shy mate and can’t quite grasp him.
He laughs, making me blink in shock. “You’re right, I will try better.” He lets go of my arm after a squeeze, and I sit back down on my stool, spinning to see—
I gasp when our mouths connect, lips brushing gently across one another’s, realising he turned towards me at the same time. We both freeze, eyes wide as we stare at each other. Being brave for once, I swallow and lick my lips before leaning towards him and kissing him again. His lips fumble, tentative and unsure, but I angle my head and carry on. He groans low in his throat, and I gasp when his hand darts out, grips my hair almost on the edge of pain, and drags me closer.
I moan against his lips, and he sweeps his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine. I feel the sharp point of his fangs as they press against my lips dangerously. Whimpering, I lean into him, wanting more, and he seems to hear my request, because without breaking the kiss, he picks me up with one hand and sweeps everything from the workbench with the other, plopping me onto it.
Shivering from the cold metal against my heated core, I open my thighs, and he slips between them. I can’t seem to stop, Cryk has unlocked something inside me, and now all I can think about is my mates and having them, tasting them.
“Nul,” I moan, breaking the kiss to suck in a breath. He kisses along my cheek and down my throat before nudging the crop top. His hands are next to me on the table, so I pick one up and place it on my waist, telling him without words what I want.
He groans, the sound vibrating through me, and pulls me closer, pressing my pulsing pussy to his hard, trouser-clad cock. I can feel every hard inch of him through the thin material of my shorts. My nipples tingle, and my clit comes alive as I imagine him inside me, fucking me on this very table, watching that shyness melt away to pleasure as he fills me with his cum.
His hands trace along my ribs before inching upwards, pushing up the crop top and cupping my heavy breasts. He stills then, breathing heavily against me. “Yes!” I urge, wiggling my chest to get him closer.
He bites down on my throat in punishment but carries on, his fingers tracing across my breast, making my nipples pucker and tighten. I whisper his name, so he does it again and again. He uses his intelligence, taking notice of what makes me pant and what makes me whimper, using it against me. Almost like he’s making mental notes like he does with his plants.
“Nul, please,” I beg. My pussy is drenched, soaking through my shorts. Shamelessly, I rub myself against him, needing more. Needing him.
He pulls away and kisses me again as his fingers swipe back and forth over my nipples. Feeling wanton, I pull up my top and show him what I like. He pulls away and watches as I tweak my nipples, hard, groaning in pleasure. He reaches out and repeats it again and again. His deft digits are harder than mine, heightening the sensation. I fall back to the table, his hands following me down, my pussy clenching on air as wetness gushes from me.
Kissing down my chest like Cryk did—exactly like Cryk did—he hesitates at the band on my shorts. Using my elbows, I lift up and cock my head to look at him.
“What’s gotten into you, Nul? You could barely look at me yesterday,” I murmur.
“Cryk. I watched him with you, and I wanted that.” I gasp, they watched me? Mortification sweeps through my body, but he doesn’t give me time to linger on it as he carries on, “I figured I could try and make you feel as good as he did. It looked amazing…was I wrong? Should I not?” His face falls and I smile. This shy, sweet man…er, alien. Reaching down, I cup his cheeks and bring him closer, kissing him softly.
“Yes, Nul, I want you too.”
I help him pull down my shorts, and he tosses them over his shoulder. I blush as he drinks in my body, his eyes examining every inch of skin until he probably knows me better than I do. He parts my thighs, I resist for a moment, feeling embarrassed and shy. But Nul is persistent and applies pressure, and they fall open. Unable to look at him, I fall back to the table, biting my lip as his fingers stroke across my thighs as he murmurs to himself. “One hundred percent perfect.”
Finally, he touches me, and I nearly come apart. Crying out, I push against his probing fingers. He glides down my wet pussy, gathering cream before slipping inside me, doing it again and again.
He rubs my clit, and I cry out, jerking on the table. “Interesting,” he mutters. “A bundle of nerves both inside and out, I wonder…”
He does it again and again, thrusting his fingers inside me until I’m fucking myself against his hand. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation as sweat forms on my body. He plays with my pussy like an experiment, trying new things, things I haven’t even thought to do. He dissects me on his table, learning how best to give me pleasure, and I crave it. I want more.
I want him.
“Eighty-nine percent if I do this,” he mumbles, stroking my clit with light fingers before thrusting one into my pussy and rubbing his thumb across my nub. “Ninety-five percent.” He rolls his eyes back up to mine before ducking his head. His warm, minty breath blows across my heated core, making me shiver before his tongue darts out and laps at my clit. “Hmm, ninety-nine.”
I want to ask him what the percentages are for, but he distracts me with his hot mouth and warm fingers. I forget all about it as I drop back to the table with a bang, my chest arched into the air as he carries on with his ministrations.
“Yes! Nul, God!” I moan, random words flowing from my mouth as I raise my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers.
My nipples ache, and my breasts are heavy and need attention. I reach down and tweak my nipples, but he slaps my hands away, making my eyes fly open as his hand replaces mine. He alternates between them with the exact same pressure and strength, again and again, as
he sinks his fingers into my pussy, rubbing at those nerves inside me before sliding his thumb across my clit.
It’s too much.
I’m driven higher and higher, reaching for a release. I can feel it growing inside me, a brewing storm, so strong…so powerful. Then he throws me over the edge when his tongue darts out to circle my clit.
I’m completely undone.
I scream his name as I jerk in his arms, rising from the table as my cunt clamps down on his fingers. He strokes me through it, whispering to me until I fall back to the table, spent and panting.
I force my eyes open and meet his happy gaze. “Holy fuck,” I say with a smile. He blushes but laughs.
“Was that okay?”
“Okay? Okay? Nul, you rocked my world! And to think, I thought you didn’t like me.” I laugh, and he grins.
“I told you, Shiloh, I like you too much. It scared me, it’s beyond my control.” He kisses each thigh and my leaking pussy before stepping away. I lay there, relearning how to breathe, and a couple of minutes later, he comes back and cleans me, very gently, before helping me into my clothes.
Sitting up, we stare at each other. He seems less shy…more himself, and I love it. “What are the percentages?” I inquire, curious, wanting to know everything about him.
He blushes but doesn’t duck his head.
Progress.
“I, erm, I see numbers all the time. Percentages of success or failure for, well, everything. It’s a blessing and a curse I use for battle planning, attack sequences, agriculture, and even, erm…how you would come from specific stimulation.”
I grin wider, almost laughing. “Really? That’s amazing, what do they look like?”
He perks up when I don’t seem to find it weird. “Well, they are often different colours, the lower percentages are more red, the higher ones turn green and even white sometimes. They float around me, I have seen them since I was a youngling…but, well, some think it’s strange.”