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"Come with us."

Helna's eyes go wide as she looks at me, her mouth opening, her head already shaking a no.

"Your brother's room is open, and there won't be any objections from Essa or Sloane, which means there won't be any objections from Jovi and Alik." I shrug and start cleaning up my tools. Everything's done outside, which means we're about ready to leave. "We'll be taking off in about an hour. I have to make sure Jovi did the final interior check, but then we leave. Be on the ship or don't, but we'd love to have you."

Helna's still staring after me, her mouth hanging open. I give her a reassuring pat on the shoulder and leave her standing outside as I start the interior checkoff. Essa's standing in the entryway when I step inside. She gives me a curious look, and then her tail wraps around my ankle, giving me a reassuring smile.

"You're a good male," she says, wrapping an arm over my shoulder.

I huff out a laugh. "Thank you, Essa. I think you might be the only female on this planet to think so."

Her tail tightens on my ankle, but she lets the words roll off her. She's a protective friend, and mother help anyone she thinks is hurting any of her friends. She walks with me as I do the rest of my checks, telling me stories about her time on Rythar.

Essa doesn't release my ankle or my shoulder the whole time, which means I don't get a chance to sneak off to find Avery. That's okay, I can spend time with my friend as well. We're justabout to pack up the last bit of stuff when the main entry doors open, revealing an out-of-breath Helna with her arms full of bags.

"I'm still invited, right?" she pants, her hands on her knees.

Essa's tail drops my ankle, and she wraps our newest crew member in her arms. "Very much. Now, let me give you the tour, and we'll put your stuff in Holoth's room. I'll help you figure out how to get all of his smells out. I'm sure it smells very much like him and K'Vella. They were trying to get pregnant often…" Essa's voice grows quieter and quieter as she leads Helna down the hall.

With my newfound aloneness, I hurry to finish the last of my work so I can get Avery. We'll be piloting the ship to Earth together, and I hope she'll be willing to do it without any pants.

eighteen

Avery

"Phial." My voice is rough as I say his name, my legs flexing over his shoulders, my ankles locking together. The only sound besides him feasting on me is the chirping in his throat.

As soon as we made the jump to the Milky Way galaxy, he sent a comm message asking for docking access to a station in the middle of the great plains, the closest port to where the trial's being held. The comm was answered with an automated message stating we would hear a response in approximately one hour. Phial's lips kicked up when he saw the message. He was out of his seat, kneeling in front of me before I figured out how he wanted to spend our time waiting for a response.

He unbuckled my lower straps but left the one on my chest buckled, keeping me from moving too far from him, not that I'd go anywhere. He scooped my ass up in his hands and lifted me to his mouth.

When I entered the navigation pit earlier, he asked me to take my skirt off if I was comfortable. I did as he asked because he also might've promised to feed me if I did. Then he had me sit in the seat, and things progressed as normal, except my soaked panties were very visible to him, and he didn't make any attempt at hiding his ogling the whole time we were getting the ship out of Rytharian space and into Earth's territory.

"Phial!" I cry out his name as his forked tongue wraps around my clit, stroking both sides of it in tandem, causing my heels to dig into his back.

I worry about his feathers and start to relax my grip on him. His claws press into the flesh of my ass, his eyes sparkling something fierce. I dig my heels back into his back, and he nods before closing his eyes and returning his full attention to making me fall apart on his face.

I grab the back of his head, my fingers tunneling in his feathers as I hold him tight to me. He groans his appreciation, and his feathers wiggle as they try to stand on end between my fingers. I cry out once more, and Phial's drowned in a wave of my slick as my orgasm tears through me.

He keeps stroking my clit with his tongue exactly the same until my body starts to relax, the end of my orgasm finally receding. When he's sure he's stroked every wave of pleasure from me, he starts licking at my juice, consuming everything like I do to his release.

"What time is it?" Phial asks.

He moves his hands down my legs, holding me open as he cleans me with his tongue. He licks down my thigh, grabbing all my slick and swallowing it down. I look around the navigation pit until my eyes land on the comm screen. I squint, looking at the universal time in the corner. I do a little math.

"We have like twenty minutes," I say as I relax back into my seat.

Phial's got my legs spread wide on either side of him, the soles of my feet pressed against the dashboard. That's how we started this whole thing, too, but it wasn't long before I pinned him to me.

Phial loves it. I'm pretty sure he's one of those males who wouldn't mind dying being suffocated between two slicked-up thighs.

"You made me work for it," he says, moving his attention to my other thigh, cleaning most of the slick from me with his tongue. It's a fruitless pursuit because, with each flick of his tongue, fresh slick is pooling between my legs.

I still haven't given my body what it really wants, and it's not going to calm down until I do. The thought of that has my face flushing because I know exactly how I want to give my body what it wants.

I haven't talked to Phial about it yet. I planned on it when we were in the nav pit together, but then he had me sit in my underwear the whole time, and I couldn't very well have a serious conversation with him while my underwear was going more and more transparent with each passing second.

"You like working for it," I groan as his tongue flattens to lick straight up my slit. He does it again, his eyes watching me, seeing if it's too much too fast, and it's not. It's so not. He gives me a few more long, hard licks that make me feel everything down there. Then, he's standing, lowering his pants enough for his cocks to come out.

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