Page 37 of Xefe
They were laughing so hard they stumbled, in tears.
“Did you find out anything important since all you could do was talk?” Nieve wiped the moisture from her cheeks. “Like how big his tongue is?
“I did! It’s massive, and I swear… I think it vibrates.” I bit my finger to hold back the squeal. We were only a few feet from the spiked aliens.
“Good girl. Did you take your pleasure and ride his face till you came?” Nieve studied the massive, muscled aliens, clearly looking below the belt. “That’s what I would have done.”
“No.” I didn’t bother whispering as we neared the warriors, making sure Sunny heard my next words. “But I vowed if he wasn’t willing to take care of me, I’d find another alien who would. That shit is distracting.”
Nieve nodded solemnly. “Sounds like torture.”
We stood a few feet in front of the trio of warriors. They really were…otherworldly. Like giant oaks, with the spikes from their uniforms making them look almost eight feet tall. I suddenly missed all of Sunny’s long black hair and tattoos. They humanized him, a bit.
“You walk too slow.” Sunny scowled. I hoped it was because he heard me promising to hook up with another alien—but it could also be his default setting. “Ask your questions. I only have a fewtimsbefore I must leave.”
“Tims?” Querida asked.
“Minutes.”
“Where’re you going?” I asked because I was a nosy bitch.
Loxo smiled and stepped closer to Querida. “He has to go to—”
“Silence.” Sunny glared at his bestie. “They should not worry about my whereabouts. If you do not conquer this test, you will be determined unfit to compete against our warriors.”
“Your warriors? We’re fightingyou?” I asked.
Loxo chuckled. “No. Only females compete. We do not participate in the matches.”
I breathed a sigh of relief for two reasons. The first because we didn’t have to go up against these behemoths. The second because Loxo was laughing. I didn’t want the red-eyed psychopath from earlier to pop back up. Other than his meltdown, he usually gave off goofy fuckboy energy. Not my problem. He only had eyes for Querida. Maybe she’d get lucky, and he’d actually have a dick.
“Why have the women fight?” Nieve squinted as she studied their mouths, clearly hoping for a glimpse of their golden, vibrating tongues.
“To see if qualify. You,” Nime said.
“Qualify? For what?”
“For more games. Sport. Workers. But mostly, reproduction.”
“The fuck you say?” Nieve whispered as her mouth dropped open. No longer playful, she crossed shaky arms, the white of her tattoos emphasized against her brown skin.
Querida shook her head violently and rocked back and forth. This was not going to turn out well.
“What wrong? That one? She broken,” Nime added unhelpfully.
I blocked Querida from their gaze by stepping in front of her. “She’s fine. She just needs a little clarification before she…”freaks the fuck out“…gets upset. You’re saying if we win, then we’ll be forced to reproduce? With aliens?”
“No,” Xefe said. “Your anatomy is not compatible with the Aavvee. They reproduce with their mouths. You do not.”
“Doyou?” Nieve asked as she walked over to Querida and rubbed her back.
Nime switched to his language and proclaimed, “That is not her concern. Only ouralmaxwill know how we procreate.” Clearly, he was not reading the room, and feeling all kinds of entitled.
“I couldn’t understand all of what he said. What’s analmax?” Nieve whispered.
“Analmaxis a mate. And Nime said they only procreate with them.” I looked at Querida, hoping it would quell her anxiety.
“Some aliens are taken to the Pleasure Zone. A distant part of Nozaroc. They are sterilized and used for release.” Loxo smiled as if this information were any better than what we had originally thought.
