Page 38 of Sloane

"So, two days." Holoth gets up from his seat and moves to the locked armory, where he keeps his other weapons. We only ever use our blasters and daggers, but he has a few more archaic weapons that he's picked up from other planets that he enjoys collecting. "That should be enough time for us to make a plan. Alik will be able to find them and scan them, right?"

Right on time, my personal comm pings in my pocket. A message from Alik telling me he's working on finding where they're hiding out so he can scan their ship. It'll only take us half a day to see if they brought more than one ship, how many are on their ship, and if they still have any humans aboard.

"He's working on it now."

Holoth gives me a nod, pulling out the middle of the three weapons in his collection. He'll spend many hours cleaning each one today and tomorrow. He says it's so they're ready to use in case of an emergency, but he's never once used one.

At this point, it's just one of the things he does. Much like how Phial will groom his feathers incessantly until we get permission to board the smuggler's ship. Essa will go to her room and do whatever she does to prepare herself. She told us once she drains her fangs before fights, and we were all grossed out enough that she never had to explain herself again. Normally, Alik and I will get as much of our aggression out on one another if our pleasure crew is unable to help us.

I eye my personal comm and think about shooting Alik a message to see what the plan is in that regard. I'll need something to take the edge off, but our rules state we won't take Sloane together anymore. I roll my eyes, wondering how much longer we're going to pretend the rules mean anything.

I send a quick message to Alik, knowing he'll have a preference.

Plans for how to get the aggression out?

The navigation pit slowly empties until it's just Holoth and me while I wait for a message from Alik. We can take turns taking Sloane in our bedroom, but with how little control he has right now, I don't know if he'll even go for that. We may be stuck fighting with one another until we're exhausted today. Tomorrow, we can try taking her separately until the smugglers get back with us.

"Thank you for getting their attention off me," Holoth says as he cleans what looks like a dual-tipped spear. He keeps his eyes off me as he says it, almost like he doesn't want me to acknowledge it at all.

"We're a family on this ship," I shrug. "All of us are unwanted where we were born, so we make ourselves needed here. If we were to feel shame always, well, Alik and I have a lot more to be ashamed about than you."

Holoth looks up at me for a moment, his eyes narrowing before he goes back to cleaning his spear. "We've never thought what you two do is shameful. It would be nice if you could find a pleasure crew who likes Phial and me, too, though. Maybe even Essa. We don't get laid nearly as often as you two."

"You don't get laid in general." I tease about what he told us during one of the games Sloane likes to make us all play together. Before he can get all defensive, I keep talking. "If I have my way, we can start requesting a pleasure crew for the rest of you soon."

Holoth says nothing in response. He doesn't even look at me, but the tips of his cheeks, underneath his beard, are scarlet. He's not surprised by me announcing Alik, and I don't want any other pleasure crew, either. I'm sure they've all figured it out by now that we like her way too much.

What we don't know is if Sloane's willing to stay on the crew. We'll take her in whatever role she wants. Pleasure crew, humancrew, some other kind of crew that she makes up, and we just accept so long as she's here with us. We just want her.

I know how Alik and I feel, and Essa too, since she is very fond of the human female. I don't think I realized Holoth and maybe even Phial were becoming such good friends with her as well. It makes sense that they would.

Sloane is one of the most amazing creatures we've ever had on this ship. She's always in a good mood and always willing to entertain everyone, and her humor meshes well with the rest of us. Having her as a human crew would be wonderful.

Alik is showering right now and won't let me in :( What do you guys usually do to get your aggression out?

The comm message takes me by surprise, so much so that I lean back in the chair and stare at it for long moments before replying. Alik never leaves his comm unlocked, which means, for once, he was lazy, unlikely, or wanted Sloane to see the message.

Normally, our pleasure crew has already serviced us for the week, so we spar with one another.

Neither of us is a big fan of fighting with each other to get the aggression out, but it's necessary when on missions. It took me a long time to get over the memories of the third female we shared and how she made us fight for her entertainment.

I punished myself in my mind for a long time before Alik convinced me he didn't hold it against me. When I finally forgave myself for hurting him, we found out we could fight to release our aggression, as most males who don't enjoy each other's company do on our planet. It's easier when it's not being forced on us to prove ourselves to a female, using her companionship as the prize for the victor.

When the comm pings Sloane's response, I almost don't want to look at it. What if she thinks less of us for needing to be aggressive with one another? Worse, what if she finds enjoyment in it and wants us to do it for her entertainment? Surely, she doesn't since she seems to care about us, but I don't know for certain where her feelings lie.

"Just check it," Holoth says, his nose wrinkling as he points at my comm.

I don't know what he thinks is happening, but I doubt he knows I'm ignoring Sloane's response to Alik and me fighting with one another. Holoth's kind is aggressive as well, and he'd probably have no issue fighting a male for a female. That doesn't mean I need his opinion on how much Alik and I hate what we need to do to keep level heads during missions.

My eyes scan over the comm message over and over, my arms crossing over my chest to hide the deep violet of my chest as I rise from my seat. As nonchalantly as I can, with my cock solid and trying to tent my pants, I scramble out of the navigation pit and then run at a full sprint to my room. I glance at the message one last time, making sure I read it correctly before bursting in.

Can we just fuck instead?

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Alik

Nothing is going how it should. I can barely be around Sloane without losing myself. I want to pin her to the nearest surface, rip off her clothes, and sink my cock and teeth deep into her.

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