Page 56 of Her Alien Delegate
I flushed with heat. I didn't think I could be any more full, but that didn't mean I didn't want to try.
"You know we should wait until our seed replenishes," Vaquel tried to reason, but hadn't dressed since this morning, and his cock was at attention within his hand. It was like he was squeezing it to hold himself back.
"Only yours has been spent," Pheyal grumbled. His arms were crossed over his chest as his nostrils flared. "I can make room for my seed in her if she desires."
I smiled to myself and rushed into the bathroom. The door closed behind me and I giggled like a kid sneaking candy. What the fuck was wrong with me that I was so giddy about this whole situation? They were mine, I thought as I hugged myself.
My foot pressed on the floor where the toilet came out. I squatted to pee over it, before I felt their cum slip down my thigh and I panicked. Jumping up from the toilet, I squeezed my thighs together and cupped my vagina with my hand. In that moment, I realized I didn't want to lose that full feeling and I liked knowing I was absorbing their seed. I wanted it.
I went into the lav shower and cupped myself as I peed, standing up. It smelled like har fruit, and I giggled again because it reminded me of eating asparagus on Earth, but much sweeter.
The powder fell from the ceiling, and the wind blew it around me, sticking to my skin and doing what it did—clinging to debris and grime to clean until all of the powder got sucked up into the vents. I kept my hand over myself to protect the seed within.
When I exited, I paused at the mirrored surface of the wall and stared. My skin was still sparkly and like I had a peachy glow about me. My hair was silky and smooth. My fingers glided through the strands. It was so soft and had a luxurious sheen. I felt like I'd come from a spa treatment.
"Bode?" I whispered.
"What can I assist you with?" he asked.
"You said unGor seed was popular for fertility treatments?"
"Yes, unGor seed is a popular trade commodity and used often for fertility."
"Just fertility?"
"Other uses for unGor seed, commonly referred to as kengak are: lotion for trill with oil gland blockages, beauty treatments for skin and hair, as well as many other unconventional uses both topically and ingested. It is a costly resource, and used primarily by wealthy species, or those with outlaw connections. Kengak is often harvested from mated males as they produce higher yields with greater user benefits."
The bracelet given to me by Mier-Lo beeped and I remembered that they had warned me of what would happen if Bode didn't behave on the ship.
"Was that you?" I squeaked.
"My apologies," he droned with no concern about my life. "It is merely a warning to not let my signal reach out beyond my portable hard drive. It senses when I access my external data stored in your spine."
"You're what? In my what?"
Broma rushed to open the lav door, and saw me standing there, heaving.
"Evie?" Vaquel asked, worried behind him. They were dressed, and Broma was wearing his official robes.
"Apparently, I have a chip in my spine," I said through a clamped jaw.
Broma offered me some clothes, but I couldn't seem to move while processing this information. Like I was a doll, he assisted me in wrapping a robe around my shoulders and then something around my waist while the flaps were open. I blinked back to reality, and watched as he kneeled before me, wrapping straps between my thighs like bondage strips.
"What are those?"
"UnGor mating harnesses."
"Plural?"
"Pheyal requested to help you with the chest harness."
"What's that?" I pointed to the thing that looked like a strap with rubber balls on it.
"This will assist in making walking easier during our mating season. Many females have an urge to hold themselves on instinct, and this will free up your hands to do other things besides worry about the loss of our seed."
He eased my hand from my crotch, and I hadn't realized I never let go since the dust shower. I guess he was right about that instinct. My hand resisted him as he slid my fingers away, and he smiled at me reassuringly.
"Would you like me to hold your hands as Vaquel secures the harness?" Broma asked.
