Page 43 of Avery

"As much as I'd love to keep making you make a mess, I need to feed you so you're not shaking when we exit the ship. We might get separated for a little while, and I don't want you needy when I'm not there." He takes feeding me his come very seriously. Well, as much as one can while still knowing he's getting his dicks sucked.

"Afraid I'll ask for someone else to feed me?" I tease him, trying to lean forward to take him in my mouth. I'm stopped by the harness, still buckled across my chest. When I go to unbuckle it, Phial stops my hands and returns them to my lap.

"One day." He leans down, his lips close to my ear as he speaks to me in a soft whisper. "One day, I'm going to tie you down and get you desperate for my come. I'm going to have you shaking and begging and crying, and I want you to remember it's because of what you just said."

I whine low in the back of my throat, my eyes widening in need, and my hips lift off the seat, eager for more attention. Phial cups my face between his palms, his eyes amused, knowing. He presses his lips to mine, and I can taste myself on his tongue and lips. He deepens the kiss until the whine in my throat is a needy moan.

"Be fast today," he says.

He unbuckles my harness, and I waste no time sliding from my seat and kneeling in front of him. My mouth is on his lower cock, and my hands are fisting the top one as I try to milk him dry. He hisses a harsh sound as his hand comes to the back of my head. He's gentle with his grasp, only encouraging me to take him deeper. When I do, his hands flex and he chirps loudly.

I do as he says and bring him to climax fast so I can swallow the come from his first cock. I keep stroking his top one as the last of his come fills my stomach. I move my mouth to the other just in time to catch the first spurt of his seed on my tongue.

A message pings on the comm while his top cock is still in my mouth. I look up at him with worry, but he keeps stroking my hair, not taking his eyes off me, ignoring the ping, making me feel like it's just the two of us. Like it'll only ever be the two of us. It isn't until I've released his cocks and he's tucking them into his pants that he turns his attention to what's actually important.

He grabs the comm off its port and clicks on the message. He reads over it while moving around the navigation pit. Then, he opens one of the storage bins and pulls out a towel and some cleaning wipes. I hold out my hands for them, appreciating that he thought this through so I won't have slick-covered thighs when I return to Earth. He doesn't hand them to me, though.

He gives me a look that tells me he has no interest in letting me do this myself. He motions for me to sit back down and presses something on his comm, a voice coming to life from the other side.

"Jolly Folly, you have been granted permission to dock in bay forty-three on shipyard twelve. An Intergalactic Transport will be waiting for you at the transportation bay."

"Heard," Phial says the single word over the comm and then clicks it back into the docking port.

He looks over at me, where I'm still slightly sticky between the legs and more than a little messy looking everywhere else. He smiles like a male who's smug about how he's been able to get his female to respond to him.

"I wanted to clean you myself, but they'll be waiting for us," he grumbles as he sets the towel in my hand and the wipes on the ground beside me. "I'll get coordinates put into the system while you clean up."

"Heard." I smirk up at him, and he gives me a confused look before shaking his head and returning to the navigation pit.

I watch him for a moment, loving how easily he maneuvers all of the controls and how his body works so gracefully. He catches my eyes on him, and his feathers startle. His eyes dart down to the towel, and I start cleaning up, knowing I don't need to be messy when we land. There's a good chance we're separated, and I don't want anyone to ever see me like this except Phial.

The shipyard is bustling with activity when we finally leave the ship. Phial had to run diagnostics when we landed to make sure nothing weird happened during the trip and to give our numbers to their Intergalactic Alliance contact.

Before we all left, everyone who owns weapons on the ship strapped them all over their body. Jovi and Alik have harnesses strapped across their chests filled with daggers and holsters on either side of their hips, each holding a blaster. Essa has what I'm pretty sure is a whole ass sword on her back, blasters on her ankle, thigh, and hip, not to mention the daggers strapped low on her back. Phial has his blaster in its holster, but that's all he carries. When I gave him a questioning look, he smiled at me and told me he's more useful when no one can see him, and too many weapons means having to hide them all before he can do that.

"Oh, can we grab one, please?" Sloane tugs on Alik's hand as she tries to drag him over to one of the food vendors. I take a deep inhale, and my mouth salivates at the smell of garlic and chili. It's been so long since I've had human food. "Please, I wanted one so bad when I was here the last time, but I didn't get it because I didn't want my breath to be stinky when you met me."

"And you want it to be stinky now?" Alik asks, looking confused but relenting and letting her drag him over.

"Do you want something?" Phial asks me, his voice close to my ear. He's been walking right behind me. Like right behind me. I'm always surprised at how close he can get without touching me.

"I do," I answer, my stomach rumbling as if it was going to tell Phial whether or not I was. It's just another way my body shows me it doesn't need me.

Phial nudges me to follow Alik and Sloane, and the others follow behind us. Helna's sniffing around, her nose high in the air as she takes in everything. Her eyes are wide, and her pupils dilated when she returns her focus to the rest of us. She'll need a nose filter soon if she doesn't want to be overwhelmed all of the time by new scents.

"This is amazing," she says so loud that a few others turn to look at her. You'd think she'd look out of place in her furs and tattooed body, but she looks pretty normal compared to the rest of the crew. We're all kind of strange looking.

We all grab a snack from the food vendor. Alik is so kind because as soon as Sloane says he's paying for everyone, he only frowns at her before pulling out his credits and telling the vendor he's buying one for everyone. Sloane's hands go to a place none of us need to witness as we walk toward the transport dock. My face is pink when I turn back forward, and Phial's chuckling behind me.

"What?" I whisper at him over my shoulder, not surprised when he's not even an inch from my shoulder.

"Nothing."

His scales shimmer before returning to the mossy green they've slowly transformed into over the last few weeks. I like it. It fits him, and he doesn't huff and puff anymore about changing the shade back to the navy he had when I first met him. Maybe his kind changes colors every once in a while, and the green wasn't wanted. At least now he's stopped fighting it.

"Nothing?" I cock a brow in his direction. "Want me to grab your cocks out here in front of everyone?"

Phial hisses, his eyes narrowing on me like he's unsure if I'm being serious. "No, I don't think I would like that. What we do is for us. No one else."

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