Page 149 of Sway's Peace
“Are the females still working?” Sway asked, ignoring him completely.
Alred chuckled, but it was an oddly wicked sound. Earning a suspicious glance from Sway.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing,” he snickered, tossing his head like he might have hair he was flicking over his shoulder - which he did not. His light form had a face now, but it was as bald as ever. “Just thinking how nice it is to know everything, be everywhere, be in on jokes you can’t understand. I can speak the females’ native tongue, you know. Be jealous.”
“You’re hiding something.”
“Blatantly. I won’t tell you though, no matter how much you beg. But try anyway, I might still change my mind.”
Sway did not indulge him. “You didn't say if the females were done yet.”
“They are. Grace went back to your room.”
“Alright. I’ll bring her third meal when I’m done.”
“Oh, she already has something for you to eat.”
“Great. Tell her I’ll be there in a moment.”
“I bet she gets there before you if you keep taking your time.”
Sway frowned, confused, as he looked down at mini-Alred. “What are you talking about?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He grinned wickedly before poofing away, a shower of sparks falling in the shape of a laughing face.
Dramatic, as always. But what was he talking about?
Sway finished up the calculation he was working on then stepped back, allowing Alred to take over control of the automatic swing path. It still required math, but it was the repetitive, predictable kind that was best left to computers anyway.
It was evening time, but Sway wouldn’t call it late. Everyone was still working in their various spaces throughout the ship as he walked through, heading towards his room. He’d consider it a bit too early to retire – or even to eat, if he was being honest. But if his female was waiting for him, he’d happily join her in their room.
And even if the females hadn’t succeeded in figuring out how to restore her fertility, he wouldn’t mind another day of practice. The delay was just making him more eager. Hungrier. A heavier ache in his belly for his female he imagined would never go away.
One that turned into a gaping inferno, burning away all rational thought, when he stepped up to his door and it automatically opened, allowing him to see what was inside. Immediately, his cock erupted from his slit, so quick and painful it made him dizzy from the blood rushing out of his head.
Grace had not just returned to their room. She had been there for a while, and she had been busy.
The nesting supplies that had been stacked up in a corner, waiting for her to have the free time to put them where she pleased, had all been spread out on the bed. He hadn’t minded she hadn’t used them before. Even if they were just waiting in the corner, if that’s where she wanted them, that was good enough for him.
But it was even better to see the way she’d stacked them up on the bed. She’d created a hill of pillows in the corner, all of them soft and fuzzy, creating a delicate cradle that was perfect for her soft, sensitive skin. The silk sheets underneath shined in the light and hissed gently with the slightest movement. But over them, a large, fluffy white blanket had been artfully laid so that it was trailing on the floor. Another bed of fluff for his delicate female.
But he only noticed that peripherally, because the bulk of his focus was completely locked in on his female, naked, gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, black hair spread over the light colored pillows that she lounged against. Her head was tilted back, her mouth open, eyes closed, breasts pushed into the air, dark nipples tight little knots begging for his lips. Her knees were bent, legs fully spread, offering him a perfect view of that wet, needy cunt and her fingers dipping in and out of her hole as her hips jerked, grinding her clit against her palm. The slick sounds of her fucking her own hand were a rapid, steady beat to the melody of the song gasped and moaned past her lips.
Sway was aware of the door shutting behind him as he stared at her, enthralled. Though her eyes remained closed, she had to know he was here. Her legs stretched just a bit further, as though in offering, as her noises got louder. Singing just for him.
As he watched, she lifted a hand to her breast and began pinching and squeezing at her needy, achy little nipple. He was envious of her hands, and at the same time, he didn't want to move lest he disturb the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
How long had she been here? Waiting in her nest, playing with herself.
Sway began pulling at his clothes, though his eyes never strayed from her. They were suddenly too tight and constricting. His cock too sensitive for even the fabric of his jumpsuit.
“Sway,” she whined, her voice a desperate plea as her feet pushed against the bed, canting her hips up, fingers moving faster. Rushing towards a release that was eluding her.
Sway’s fingers twitched with the urge to grab those hips she offered and slam deep, fucking her fast and hard until he gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted.
But he remained where he stood, grasping his cock and squeezing it so tight it hurt before stroking up and down slowly. Trying and failing to get some relief. As much as he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to enjoy this sight even more.
