Page 8 of My Alien Bughead
The vast majority of aliens have never seen a human before. I can look however I want and they still consider it normal. Sexy even.
I haven’t spent the past four years celibate, either. Most of the interest from the males probably stemmed from the desire to fuck a new, rare species so they can brag about it to their friendsbut as long as they weren’t being jerks about it, I didn’t refuse their advances. After all, they were all new species to me too, and I was curious about their cocks.
I have no regrets. I probably won’t sleep with an Ataxi again, since they’re rather aggressive and quick to shove their secondary cock into your ass without any preparation, but the rest? Chef’s kiss.
That’s also how I know that the Lakhartan in front of me has a massive cock hidden inside a slit between his legs. And that his cock has hard scaly ridges that rub in all of the right places in the most delicious way. Plus, instead of balls there are several keratin nubs placed strategically around the base of his cock. I have no idea what the evolutionary purpose of those nubs is, but damn, if they don’t rub the clit in the best fucking way possible! And…
My eyes widen in mortification and blood rushes into my cheeks when I realize I’m fantasizing about my employer’s cock while he’s standing right in front of me, waiting for me to say something.
I’m totally killing it with my first impressions today!
“Um…” What was he saying? Damn, I can’t remember. “I’m Lucía Nores,” I say instead, hoping he hasn’t asked me a question. “Foreman Arnik said you needed someone to help with repairs.”
Dipping his head in greeting, he replies, “I’m Captain Zarkan. Welcome to the Supernova, Ms. Nores. Foreman Arnik spoke very highly of you and I’m happy to have you on board. As you can see,” he gestures to the damage surrounding us, “there’s a lot of work to be done.”
“I can see that. I assume we will start with something more substantial than lights, though? Reactor, life support, engines?”
Zarkan graces me with a toothy smile. “Exactly. We’re just organizing a team to secure the maintenance walkways and access the engineering section of the ship.”
Secure? That’s an odd thing to say. Before I can ask about it, Zarkan adds, “I understand you must be wary about working with a group of strangers, Ms. Nores, but I want to assure you that you will be completely safe here.”
Oh, so that’s why the captain himself came to greet a lowly drone like myself. To make sure I wasn’t afraid of his people. How sweet. “Thank you, Captain. I appreciate your assurances but they’re unnecessary. I met some of your crew out in the marketplace and after talking to Astra and Nala, I am not concerned about you being slavers. Plus…” I hesitate, not wanting to pry but I’m too curious to keep my mouth shut. “Tareq mentioned something about your crew being Voidstalkers?”
Meeting the UGC’s equivalent to Navy Seals on steroids is almost as exciting as working on a spaceship. What I don’t understand is why they didn’t request help through official UGC channels or at least announce who they were when approaching Alevvo? That would have surely assuaged Arnik’s concerns. Maybe they’re on a secret mission?
Zarkan takes a few seconds to think before answering. “It’s a little complicated. We used to be Voidstalkers, yes. We disobeyed a direct order on our last mission and in doing so, violated one of the most important galactic laws, which has officially labeled us as outlaws.”
He speaks in a strictly neutral tone, but his scales darken a little. I’m not overly familiar with Lakhartan non-verbal language but I think it might signalize embarrassment. Or sadness?
“It was all for a good cause,” he adds. “We chose to save lives instead of blindly following bureaucratic rules. But the truth isthat we’re wanted by the UGC, which is why I had to be a little vague when explaining our situation to Foreman Arnik.”
“Well, that just makes me like you even more. People who break rules to save lives are my kind of people.” Tucking my tools back into my belt, I add, “I’m ready. By the way, what did you mean by ‘securing’ the walkways? Do you have some radiation leaks or something?” I really hope not, because I hate working in those clunky protective suits.
Zarkan rumbles out a laugh. “No radiation leaks, as far as I’m aware. We have bugs, though.”
Chapter 6
D’Aakh
Running my fingers overthe tools on my belt, I hesitate before readjusting the strap of my laser rifle on my shoulder. To the casual observer, it might seem like I’m merely making sure everything is in its rightful place but the truth is, I’m too restless to stand still. My hands are jittering again, my fingers twitching, and even the slightest sound jars my agitated mind.
I might have taken a little too much of the stimulant but since I’m about to spend several hours in the company of other people and don’t know how much privacy I’ll get, it had seemed like a prudent choice at the time.
My shaking hands don’t matter. As soon as I grab a weapon or a tool, the shaking will stop and I’ll be able to focus again. It’s the waiting that’s difficult to withstand. I should be down in engineering already, fixing things and making sure nobody will be in danger ever again. But no, I have to wait for the others to get their lazy asses down here before I’m allowed to enter that section of the ship. Not to mention waiting for the human technician.
I let out a derisive snort. A human technician. Even just saying the words together sounds ridiculous. As if a mere human could possibly know anything about spaceships. I’ll have to keep a close eye on this female to make sure she doesn’t touch anything or make things worse than they already are.
Finally, footsteps approach. Tareq arrives, wearing his combat uniform but instead of his usual rifle, he only has a pistol tucked in a holster strapped to his thigh. His annoying human mate, Astra, is trailing after him.
“I’m telling you, you won’t need weapons,” she scowls at Tareq, then at me. “You look like you’re about to march in there and shoot them all!”
“We are!” I growl, my fingers caressing the cool metal of my rifle. “Those stupid bugs nearly killed us all. The bugs have gotta go!”
Instead of agreeing with me like the intelligent creature she’s supposed to be, Astra simply glares at me likeI’mthe primitive barbarian here. “Captain Zarkan said no killing, so cool your gunslinging hormones. We’re just supposed to locate the mantises and talk to them.”
“We? What do you mean, ‘we’? This is a potentially dangerous mission. You’re not coming with us.” I cast a look at Tareq, who just shrugs. Astra has him wrapped around her clawless little finger, it seems. “Unbelievable,” I huff out in frustration. “Whenthe fighting starts, we’ll have the added worry of protecting reckless civilians.”
Astra crosses her arms in front of her chest and continues to glare at me. “You won’t have to worry about me because there will be no fighting.”
