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“Yes, my mate?”

“Get your pants off.”

The material falls to the floor, and I drop to my knees. He’s a little bit tall for this angle, but if I hold him downward, it’ll work just fine.

My hands find his length, warm and girthy. I rub him gently, just appreciating the sight of him before planting a kiss to his swollen tip.

He shutters, and his eyes darken as he stares down at me. “You can touch me, baby,” I tell him, softly stroking his length with circular motions.

He reaches for me, hands shaking. Marrec’s warm palms gently drop to my shoulders and gravitate toward my neck. Humming with pleasure, I lick a stripe up his cock before surrounding the dark and swollen tip with my lips.

Marrec cries out, hips snapping forward. His hands tangle into the back of my hair, holding on tight. I can hardly fit my mouth around his girth, but I let him sink as far back as he can go. He can’t make me gag, because I can’t get him past my teeth to hit my throat, but I’ll suffocate if I don’t breathe out of my nose.

He struggles for air, sucking it through his teeth, chest shaking as I flick my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. His precum seeps from his dick like a direct line down my throat—like he’s feeding it to me.

I don’t know whether it’s an alien thing, or a Marrec thing, but it’s sweet. It tastes more like vanilla ice cream than semen. There isn’t a hint of saltiness or any off-putting flavor. It’s warm and smooth, filling my mouth with his aroma.

I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks with the effort and cup his heavy balls into my palm. His thighs clench, tucking me safely between them. He doesn’t realize that he’s thrusting between my lips until I cough, spit immediately rolling down my chin.

“My apologies,” he croaks, pulling back. “Have I harmed you?”

Slurping off of his length, I let the head of his cock rest on my lips. It’s shiny with saliva, and just the sight of it has my mouth continuing to water.

“No harm done,” I assure him. “Enjoy yourself, okay? I like having you in my mouth. You taste really good, Marrec.”

I swear I feel his dick heat up against my lips. “My control is slipping, my mate,” he admits, eyes heavy as he looks down at me. “You are unraveling it with your sweet tongue.”

“It’s okay.” My hand closes around the base of his dick, and I begin peppering him with kisses all over. “You won’t hurt me, you’re not capable of it.”

“I do not feel capable of anything in this moment. Anything other than tossing you to your back and rutting into your cunt like a maddened male.”

My thighs clench together, and I find myself nodding. “Let’s do that. I’ll suck you another time and we can build up your tolerance for it. Sound good?”

He responds by lifting me in the air and covering my body with his, rutting into me from behind. We fuck fast and hard for as long as we can, filling the ship with lusty grunts and cries. He doesn’t hold anything back, wringing every ounce of pleasure out of me before finishing himself off.

When we finally take off, I watch him fly our ship with nothing but adoration in my heart. I’m in a daze for nearly half of the trip, until I’m falling asleep in the stars, slightly dizzy and entirely content.

20

Eddo: Edible starchy tuberous root of taro plants.

Marrec

My little blossom clutches my arm in her tiny grip, her fragile legs shaking as we deboard the ship. Her many piles of hair spill from a tie on the top of her head, whipping around her as the wind catches us, welcoming us home. It appears space travel is quite overwhelming for the hu-nim’s small bodies. I am grateful that the trip was not a long one.

Most of the flight consisted of her making very pleasant noises at the sights of space. I do not typically pilot ships, but I am trained to. L’ore almost exclusively handles directing our journeys when we travel as a group. He is most proficient in ship handling. He has always been the most interested in the job. Plus, it usually allows for some alone time, which I know he prefers. Though there are two seats in the captain’s area, normally one remains unoccupied. Unless of course, Rem is feeling particularly restless and in need of chatting with someone who can’t escape him.

The second seat did not remain open on this trip, though. My Stee-vee stayed by my side, buckled into her chair, eyes wide and wondrously exploring the spacious, star-filled skies. The glass on the spaceship’s front allows for visuals while operating, despite it being equipped with sensors to avoid any objects we should encounter. I was glad for this more than ever, getting to see her experience a sight she has never seen before.

Only after hours of exploring from her seat did she doze off, falling into a restful sleep, her chin resting on her chest. I woke her up only moments ago, and have been slowly getting her to become steady on her feet to leave our craft. It is not an easy process, it seems. She is very clearly fatigued.

“Woah,” she mutters, wobbling as we get to solid ground. I hold her steady, keeping her close so that she will not fall. I have seen her fall once, and that much is enough for many lifetimes.

“You are all right, my mate,” I vow. “I will have you resting away your space-sickness in a matter of minutes. Our home is not far from this landing zone.”

Well, it is a bit far, but our system of transportation is much faster than any Urth invention. I would explain this now, but it would be difficult to digest through a tired mind. I shall remember to introduce her to the system at another time.

“Oh.” She sighs, relieved by this. “Oh that’s good.”

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