Page 15 of Hooded

Klynn shrugs and then stalks into the bathroom, stripping off his boots and his pants, becoming very naked in very short order.

“Woah!” I take a step back from the door. “Don’t mind me!”

Klynn turns at the sound of my voice, and I get a very, very full view of Gryn anatomy I wasnotexpecting.

He puts his hands on his hips, clearly pleased with his display.

“The shower works on voice control,” I squeak, activating the door closure in a flurry of embarrassment. “I’ll be on the bridge when you’re done,” I call out as it snaps shut. “You know where it is.”

Klynn doesn’t respond. I run my hand over my brow and discover I’m sweating buckets.

Because I saw an alien cock.

Only it wasn’tjusta cock. I’ve seen cocks. I’m no stranger to them. I worked with a bunch of mercenaries who happily paraded around naked for the shock value. I’ve certainly had my fair share of sexual encounters.

But what Klynn was packing is something else entirely.

Mostly because, if my eyes are to be believed, he hadtwo.

KLYNN

I’m not sure why the little female scuttled away, her face as red as some of the blood I spill in the arena. The guards at the dome have no issue with my body, and like many of my fellow gladiators, when I’m not fighting, I don’t bother with clothing. It makes bathing easier, and given how much grooming feathers take, sometimes I wear nothing for nova-days.

Plus many females pay to be taken through the gladiator quarters and seem very interested in our bodies, spending a long time watching. It never bothered me in the slightest.

And yet, getting undressed with her nearby has my cocks standing proudly, aching at the thought of being close to her. This entire sanitary facility smells of her.

I order water, and it falls from the ceiling in one corner. It’s not as good as a hot bath, but it will have to do if I don’t want to continue stinking of Bogarok. I step under the water and lift my head to it as it rolls over my body.

It’s good. Although the little female is wrong about having baths on a star flyer. Most Gryn ships were equipped with at least one, if not more.

The water runs through my wings. I shake them multiple times in order to get them soaked. I’d rather not be so wet,especially if I have to fight, but unless my wings are completely clean, I’m storing up problems for later.

The cleansing foam smells like my female. Which means this has to be her sanitary facility. My cocks jerk involuntarily at me, and I take them in hand, using the scented foam as a lubricant.

I slam my hand against the wall, my breath coming in ragged waves as I thrust into my fist. Is this how it will feel to be inside her, sheathed in her soft heat? Will she moan my name? Will…

I come in a way I’ve never come before, my cocks, both of them, including my second cock, fountaining cum until I have to be empty.

Only emptiness is what I feel. The mere thought of her makes me hard again, but unless I am with my Fern, it isn’t what I want.

I want her.

I need her.

Fern is mine. She will not be leaving me on any space station. She will not be leaving me anywhere. I will have her, no matter what.

Once I get my breathing under control and I’m sure I’ve sluiced all of the Bogarok out of my feathers, I spin them hard, covering the sanitary facility with water. I give my pants a cursory sluicing. The fabric dries quickly, as it is designed to, although a faint scent of Bogarok remains. I guess I can’t have everything.

The door opens ahead of me. I am certainly not still a prisoner on Fern’s vessel, and I stride in the direction of the bridge, a place it was easy enough to find earlier.

She is sat at a console like before, only this time she turns as I approach.

So much for the element of surprise.

“Oh!” she says. “You’re very wet.”

I give my feathers another twirl and a few things on the bridge spark.

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