Page 23 of My Alien Bughead
My words just piss him off further. “WE HAD ENVIRONMENTAL CONTROLS!” he roars. “We had state-of-the art, perfectly functional systems, before your beloved Serramorphs tore them apart to fumble together these bastardized versions that don’t even work!”
“They only don’t work because the reactor is offline! Without the reactor, there isn’t enough power. Just odds and ends that trickle through the burned wiring from what the station pumps into the ship,” I point out something he should very well know himself. “If their machines had power, they would work.” Of course, I don’t know that for sure, but I will not admit that in front of him. “And that is not the point.”
“Oh?” he asks, his voice so thick with fury it’s a wonder he doesn’t choke on it.
“No,” I snap back at his fuming bug-brain. “The point is that they created all of this from nothing but their imaginations. Tink drew up the schematics, then she and the males built this together. If we give them access to the ship’s schematics, they’ll learn, and they could help you maintain this ship better than any drone or robot. You can’t do everything alone!”
That hits a sensitive note. “Yes I can! I work alone. I don’t need help from a glorified primate who stole someone’s toolbox and Icertainly don’t need help from a bunch of stupid bugs that nearly KILLED US ALL!”
We’re back to insulting me, it seems. I don’t know why it even surprises me at this point. “Cabrón, you have a stick so far up your ass it’s poking the empty space where your brain is supposed to be! You CANNOT handle this ship alone. That is a fucking fact! If you don’t see that, you’re even stupider than I thought.”
“Of course I can, you…you… ARGH!” Screaming in what I can only assume is pure unadulterated fury, D’Aakh runs out of the workshop, his angry footfalls echoing through the cave until he reaches well beyond the pool.
“And there he goes again,” I shrug, equally frustrated and shaking my head. I’m not sure if I want to cry or laugh. Or maybe scream like D’Aakh just did. Maybe all three at once. But more than that, I want to hit him. Dammit, I should have just punched him.
Tink lets out a clattering sound that sounds a little like a laugh, then chirps out a single word. “Males,” Cai translates, snorting. “I agree with Tink’s sentiment. I’m grateful I chose to be female.”
“They have their uses,” I say, remembering the ferocity of that kiss D’Aakh and I just shared a moment ago, “but mostly, I agree that they’re annoying as hell. Most of them, at least. Let’s go talk to Zarkan. Hopefully, he’s not as prone to acting like a toddler.”
Chapter 15
D’Aakh
I’m not religious inany way. I mean, why would I be? Most religions in the galaxy are just hogwash nonsense designed to control the masses, only thriving because people are generally too stupid to see through the ruse. I’m not stupid, and until I get actual scientific proof that a higher power exists, I will remain firmly agnostic.
However, my current situation is quickly testing that resolve because there is no way this torment I’ve found myself in is the real world. I must have died and gone to one of the hundreds ofhells sentient creatures have invented throughout the ages just to scare each other shitless.
As if having a human messing with my ship isn’t bad enough, now I have a swarm of bugs following my every move, getting in my way and making a mess of things. What’s worse, Zarkan approved it all, so there’s nothing I can do to make them all leave me alone. I can’t even yell abuse at them because Cai refuses to translate any swear words to the Serramorphs and Lucía merely rolls her eyes and ignores me.
Yes, it’s confirmed. I’m in hell.
And I deserve it.
A shudder runs through me as I recall the kiss I’d shared with Lucía in the cave. She probably thinks my attitude is because I’m disgusted by her appearance, that the mere thought of kissing a human makes me sick. I won’t rush in to correct her on that assumption but she couldn’t be further from the truth.
Kissing her was…everything. I’d never felt so elated, so blissful, sohungrybefore. Not even when thinking about kissing Mzr. And that’s the problem.
I’m not disgusted with Lucía. I’m disgusted with myself. I’m a filthy traitor, defiling Mzr’s memory just a few short weeks after she died. Perhaps I’m the primitive creature after all, unable to control my emotions around Lucía.
What’s worse, I want more. More kisses, more touches, more everything.
My ahni ache as my overstimulated brain keeps thinking about her, wanting to explore the intricate patterns of her addictive electromagnetic field. My cock aches too. It’s also wanting to explore the warm depths of her pussy. The ball of pent up anguish residing in the place where my heart used to be is furious at me for making Lucía hate me. And she does hate me. Passionately.
Our last few interactions have ended in a fight that only narrowly avoided getting physical. My whole body vibrates from the tension created by overriding my desperate need to slam her against the nearest bulkhead and fuck the attitude out of her.
Every time she opens her mouth to argue with me, or offer me one of those sassy insults she excels at, all I can think about is what sound would she make if I fucked her? Would she moan sweetly? Surrender to me?
Grinning at the thought of Lucía surrendering to me, I chuckle. Lucía surrender? Never. She’d fight for dominance until her last breath. Or at least until my barbs extend and inject her with venom, locking us together in a haze of endless pleasure. Then she’d be mine, truly and eternally mine. Why the hell does that sound like the most desirable thing in the universe?
She’s surly and irritating, and most of the time I want to throttle her. Why should I want her to be mine?
Yet, I do, which adds an extra layer of self-loathing to the disgust I already feel for myself.
I need to do something about Lucía. Get her off this ship, permanently. When she’s gone, I’ll stop feeling like this and perhaps I’ll finally be able to focus. Because as it stands, I’m barely holding it together.
I haven’t so much as taken a nap in the two days since Lucía came on board and the Serramorphs started “helping” us with the ship. How can I? Those creatures are a fucking disaster and I’m certain that the moment I turn my back on them, they’ll damage something critical. They haven’t yet, and we’re actually making good progress on the repairs but that’s only because I’ve been constantly monitoring them.
I’m not sure when the last time I ate something was, either. Or drank water. I survive solely on stimsticks and sheer willpower. It’s working just fine. If only I could remove that infuriatinglydistracting human from the equation, everything would be perfect.
