Azul

AZUL

J enna wanders past me wearing the merest scrap of clothing covering her top half, her long bare legs on clear display, her feet unclad, her toes spreading as she walks.

It’s the third day of our rood-trip , and she is driving me to distraction. My cocks do not want to stay sheathed, and I am in agony. Self-care in my private pool has not helped one atom. If anything, spilling my seed into emptiness only makes things worse.

It makes me want her more.

I can’t possibly want this delicious scrap of a female, all long legs and a scent I would happily drown in. She doesn’t want me. I’m not even sure if hoo- mans mate as Glycons do. From what she has told me of her existence on the star cruiser, it was not filled with the prospect of males.

If anything, she preferred to avoid them, and this made my heart skip. Jenna belongs to me, no other male.

Except Jenna doesn’t want me, despite flaunting those legs at every opportunity.

“Does it have to be so hot in here?” she asks, throwing herself down on a rester and waving her hand in front of her face.

“It’s hot? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Presumably you’re cold blooded.” She kicks her legs up, and my hood rises briefly.

“I assure you my blood is as hot as any other,” I reply, knowing it is not a lie at all.

My blood heats even more with her around.

“Any chance we can cool it down?”

“It is the shielding on the ship,” I reply. “The outside you did not like so much.” I give her a grin and she winces. “It can increase the temperature inside.”

“I’ve had my allotted shower today,” she grumbles. “I feel sticky.”

“Allotted shower? What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean? I’ve had my five minutes.” She glares at me.

“There is no restriction on your bathing time on my ship, little sunray,” I say. “You may bathe as often as you like. Myself, I prefer the pool. It keeps my scales clean and soft.”

Jenna splutters. “You have a pool? Here?”

“Did your star cruiser not have a pool?”

“If it did, I never found it,” she grumbles. “Not that the likes of me would have enough privileges to use anything so nice.”

“Bathing was a privilege?” I ask, stunned. “What sort of place was your star cruiser?”

“It was a tin can overfilled with far too many humans and an outdated political system which favored the great and wealthy.” She drops her chin to her chest. “And there was no pool.”

I take her hand and pull her to her feet, all while attempting not to look at the said feet. “Come with me, and we will rectify your lack of pool this instant.”

Jenna allows me to lead her through my ship to the rear and my bedroom.

The one she refused to take, or share, “ regardless of our married status ,” instead preferring one of the resters, much to my cocks’ dislike.

“Oh no. You agreed, no mating.” She pulls back against me.

“My pool is only accessed through here. And I agreed. No mating,” I respond. “But if you want to bathe, you’ll need to come with me.”

She bites at her bottom lip, and I have to turn away or she will see the bulge at my slit, where my cocks are severely threatening to emerge. To cover my desire, I move through my room and to the pool room.

Inside, it’s dimly lit with subtle lighting coming from below the water, just as I like it. It reminds me of my den before I was forced to leave my planet, and it’s the only place I want to remember.

“I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me!” Jenna says, stepping inside. “How many more hidden places do you have on this ship?”

“Nothing is hidden from my wife. She simply needs to ask.” I grin.

Jenna purses her lips and gazes into the water before she slowly, slowly dips her toe into it.

I can’t look away. I can’t move, can’t do anything. Watching her leg stretch and the toe sweep just below the surface is something I will never forget. My throat is dry, my tongue sweeping my lips in a desperate attempt to keep my body in check.

“You can go now…” Jenna looks up, then she wobbles on the edge, her arms swinging before she falls backwards into the pool with a tremendous splash and a short scream which is cut off by the water.

For an instant, she rises, then as suddenly, she drops back below the surface, her hands clawing at it before she disappears beneath the waves she has created.

My little sunray cannot swim. I dive in after her, hoping it’s not too late.