Page 17 of A Mate for Haax

He palms the scanner, opening our room. Our room. How weird it is to say. My brows scrunch. “What happens to the ship? Will you come back for it?”

A quick no jerks his head. “It will be recovered once the Necorium situation is under control.” The words are spoken resolutely. He pulls down the sheet for me, and I climb in; quickly bundled with the covers as he tucks me in.

Haax walks to the other side of the bed and undresses before climbing in behind me and pulling me to him. The big, strong arms cocoon me, and I drift away into dreamland.

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Confusion fills me as I wake, only today, it is not because of the normal rays of sun peeking through my curtains like they do. I quickly remember that I am on the ship with Haax and instantly feel the weight of his arm squeezing around my waist. I feel his breath against my neck before he speaks. “Good morning, little mate.”

I turn to face him, pulling the blanket with me, and reach up to touch his cheek, feeling his hardened scales against my fingers. “I’m not sure I would go with good, but it is morning. I am missing the sun, though, peeking at me through the window, warming my face as I wake slowly.”

“Would you like it if I warmed your face?”

My brows scrunch, what the hell is he talking about?

He reaches up, his hand caressing my cheek, and, instantly, I feel heat.

Wow, how… “How did you do that?”

He smirks. “Magic… you have much to learn about me, little mate.”

My eyes widen to the size of saucers. “So, not only can you sense desires and speak to me telepathically, you use magical voodoo, too?”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Wait until you can see what I can do with my cocks.”

“W-what can you do with y-your cocks?”

“They vibrate.” He says with a shrug as if it's no big deal. His cocks fucking vibrate? What the hell? Am I dreaming? I reach down and pinch myself. Nope, very much awake. “I hear and have read that human women use these things similar to large bullets that vibrate. Ergo, problem solved, little mate. I shall give you all the vibration you desire to make you satisfied. Would you like to feel?” He says it so casually before pulling my hand from his face and sliding it down his chest, over the very large bulge just south of the border. H-ho-ol-y shit. Talk about a meat stick in his pants. Well, two meat sticks.

“Do you approve, little mate?” The words send a shiver down my spine, and I giggle nervously.

“Okay, I really just have to ask because, honestly, I have so many thoughts happening right now. Do your balls do something funny like jiggle or produce lubrication?”

His lips thin into a frown. “No, they are seed holders and producers. What would jiggling or producing lubrication do?” A laugh escapes his mouth. “Do not be silly. My balls will give us younglings. Why would they do something other than that?”

He’s speaking in riddles, confusing as hell things.

I audibly exhale. “Look, I’m sorry, it’s just a lot to take in, all right?”

He dips his head slightly in acknowledgment. “We need to go. It is already getting late.” Swinging his long, thick legs over the side of the bed, he sits there for a moment before standing and walking towards the bathroom. I admire his sexy, muscled, alien ass. There is not even a single jiggle of fat.

I have to say that I’m actually jealous. My ass is extra jiggly these days.

I hear water running in the bathroom and feel the urge to sneak a peek while he’s occupied. Curiosity killed the cat or something like that, right? Slowly, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. Creeping across the room, I stop when I get to the bathroom door that’s propped open, giving me the perfect view of the shower, but it does not look like a shower at all.

I don’t even think about my actions when I push the door open more and walk in. His shoulders sit broadly to either side of his neck and dip down to his thick back and the dimples above his ass that I’ve always found attractive in a man. It’s my kryptonite. Cleary, he works out often if the six pack and bulging muscles tells me anything.

My eyes dip lower, planning to fully devour him. At that same moment, he turns to face me, and oh, dear God in heaven, sweet baby Jesus. Twin circumcised anacondas dangle between his thick thighs. As opposed to the normal light pink color of a human cock, Haax’s are a violet color, highlighted by neon yellow veins and ridges. The very tip of the top cock has what looks like one head inside the other, and I have to wonder why it looks so odd. The cock below the one I'm currently admiring is much smaller than the first cock, but definitely just as impressive in girth if not length.

I tilt my head to the left as though somehow that’s going to give me a better view or understanding of what I’m seeing. They’re not even erect, yet, they look firm.

I can only imagine how big they will be when they’re fully turned on.

Fuck, is my pussy going to even be able to take those on? Why do I want to lick them? Wait… where are his balls? My eyes dart to the normal location where one would think balls exist, but I don’t see anything. What the hell?

His lips tip up in a smile, exposing fang. “Like what you see, little mate? If you get any closer, we won’t be leaving this ship today, and we need to get back to the compound to assess the situation. Even though I have a burning desire to not call myself Commander of the Flighten right now. We will have time when we stay in the cave tonight, so prepare yourself to be ravaged.”

My body vibrates with anticipation as wetness starts to pool between my thighs. A gulp escapes me. We just crash-landed yesterday, and we still need to get back to the compound, and here I am being a little horn dog.

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