20. Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Z’Ree

Even half asleep, I’m still very aware of Nikolai’s body next to mine. We’re wrapped around each other in a complicated tangle of limbs. My right arm is numb as one or maybe both of us are lying on it. My left leg is wrapped around Nikolai’s waist and his half-erect cock is brushing my inner thigh. My hair is everywhere, mostly in Nikolai’s face. I wonder how he sleeps with my crystalline tresses smothering him.

His chest rises and falls peacefully in a way that says he’s completely relaxed, at least until I shift to free my arm from beneath our bodies. I hiss at the feeling of pins and needles as blood returns to the arm while Nikolai pulls me closer. “Mmm,” he hums, licking at his lips. “Stay.”

As if I was going anywhere. Ever.

I don’t understand this need to be with him. It’s primal, raw and desperate. All-consuming. I need Nikolai more than I need water, more than air. My crystals still sing to him and at times, it feels as if something inside of him is responding, even though that’s impossible.

“I’m staying,” I whisper back as I reach between our bodies to guide his cock to my pussy. “Keep sleeping.”

He moans, still half asleep, his cock hardening in my hand. I can’t count how many times we’ve had sex on this small hospital bed, but the desire is still there. We’re both covered in sweat and dried spend from our many couplings, but neither of us is complaining.

Angling my hips so his cock can slip inside my pussy without effort, our combined moans fill the air. Nikolai barely opens his eyes, giving me a sleepy look. “You’re insatiable,” he teases, as if he wasn’t the one initiating most of our encounters. But I’m not looking for sex.

“You can go back to sleep. I’m not…I just need to feel you inside of me,” I admit. It’s a strange request, I know, wanting to sleep with someone’s cock in my pussy.

If Nikolai finds it strange, he doesn’t let it show. “I always want to be inside you. You’re like…home. And now that we’re both awake…” Instead of finishing, he jerks his hips forward, bottoming out in one smooth stroke. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Pushing Nikolai onto his back, I roll on top. I love this position. Here, I am, the one who’s in control. I can move as slowly or as quickly as I like. I can see the tiniest changes in Nikolai’s expression. I can tease him when I know he’s getting close.

But for now, I just sit still, enjoying the feeling of being filled by his thick cock and the song my crystals keep singing. I’m not trying to stop them anymore. Whatever the song does, it’s not anything bad. I only add the pain relieving frequency to it for Nikolai’s benefit. I feel really bad about fucking him repeatedly when he’s hurt and should be resting. Not bad enough to stop, though. I don’t think anything could have made me stop.

Nikolai groans as I squeeze my inner muscles around him. My initial worries about hurting him with the crystals inside of my pussy were thankfully unfounded. It’s quite the opposite, actually—he loves them. Well, he certainly wouldn’t love them in their solid state, but since I’m constantly aroused around him, it’s never going to happen.

“We should…oh…take a break after…after this,” he says between moans. “Replenish…you know, fluids. We’ve lost a lot of them,” he adds with a laugh.

He’s not wrong, but that doesn’t mean I like the idea of leaving this bed. “Later,” I reply. Nikolai doesn’t protest, especially as I raise myself up his cock before sinking back down again.

It doesn’t take long for the erotic pressure to start coiling in my core. That torturous, most delectable pressure. Nikolai keeps one hand steady on my hip to guide me down the way he likes it and with the other, he reaches for my nipples. Teasing one, then the other, flicking and tugging, rolling and pinching gently.

I touch my clit. I was hesitant to do it during our previous bursts of sex but sometimes, I just need a tiny push to climb over that edge. I was worried that Nikolai would feel insecure that I needed to pleasure myself but when he realized my struggle, he straight out commanded me to do it. I’ve never been so quick to obey an order. Now, I don’t even think about it and just do what feels good.

“Oh, yes,” Nikolai moans, his eyes glued to my pussy. “Play with yourself. I love watching you like this.”

His words are the final push I need. With a scream, I come for the umpteenth time in the past few hours. My pussy clenches, squeezing Nikolai’s cock. Groaning, he moves his hips against mine as he chases his own release. I stop him, though. “Wait.”

“Oh, please…” he whimpers, then collects himself. “What is it, my cruel mistress?”

Chuckling over his antics, I slip off his cock before he can stop me. My body protests at the sudden empty feeling, but I ignore it. I have a different agenda. “You like watching me,” I say, words coming easier for me now. “I want to watch you, too.”

He lifts himself up on his elbows and gives me an incredulous look. “You want to watch me jerk off?”

“Yes,” I half-say, half-moan. “I want you to cover me with your seed. Is that…is that a thing humans do?”

“Fuck yes.” In a flash, he’s kneeling over my thighs. “I’ve been dreaming about this for longer than I care to admit. To coat those beautiful tits of yours in my cum. To mark you as mine so that everyone, including my crew can smell me on you. I want every single alien in this fucking galaxy to know that you’re mine, Z’Ree.”

Transfixed, I watch him stroke his cock. Pre-cum dribbles from the top, landing on my stomach. His hand moves up and down, up and down, in a measured rhythm. I glance up into his face, a shiver running through me when I notice the raw hunger in his eyes. He’s watching me like he wants to devour me, focused solely on me as if I’m the only thing existing in his universe.

He opens his mouth, then shuts it without saying anything. “Tell me,” I urge. “Tell me what you’re thinking. I want to know.” I also want to hear him talk dirty.

It’s baffling. I’ve overheard males and females talking dirty almost every day for the past several years and I was always disgusted by their words. Yet, when Nikolai says he loves my pussy, it arouses me to the point where I’m losing my mind with desire.

“I’ve done this before, you know,” he admits. “Jerked off imagining you lying here, in front of me. Long before I saw you naked. Even before we talked. I saw you and I knew you were mine.”

Before we talked? He thought about me in this way even when I was a filthy, crazed creature hiding in the maintenance walkways? My heart swells with something dangerously resembling love. I’m suddenly painfully aroused once again, so I reach between my legs, my fingers carefully circling around my clit.

“Oh, yes,” Nikolai groans. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself for me, my jewel. Slide those fingers into that perfect pussy of yours. Show me how you make yourself come for me.”

Obeying, I moan as I continue to tease my pussy. Nikolai’s moans join mine, his motions becoming erratic. “This is for you, Z’Ree. All I see is you. All I think about is you. All I’ll ever think about is you. Y-you…are…” He doesn’t finish. Well, he does finish, but not his sentence. Just as he’d promised, his warm seed sprays across my breasts and stomach. “You…” he groans, panting. “Fuck, Z’Ree, you’re so perfect.”

Instead of slumping down next to me and enjoying his post-orgasmic haze, Nikolai dives between my legs and begins licking in earnest. He pushes my fingers away and replaces them with his own. He sucks my clit into his mouth and fuck! I just love it when he does that.

Desperately mewling under Nikolai’s ministrations, I throw my head back and close my eyes. A strange feeling in my gut that has nothing to do with my pleasure has my eyes flying open again.

I see nothing. Literally.

“Fuck, I think I’ve orgasmed myself into blindness,” Nikolai says with a hysterical chuckle. “I can’t see anything.”

“Me neither.”

So, either we both became blind at the same moment, or the lights just went out. All of them. Including the backups and emergency lights that should always be online, no matter what happens with the ship. And we’re floating again.

“The gravity is offline,” I note pointlessly, trying to orient myself. It’s nearly impossible with there not being a single photon of light in the entire room. Without gravity, there’s no way to tell which way is up or down.

A soft bump announces Nikolai hitting something. “Found the wall,” he announces. “See if you can reach me.”

I flail my arms in the direction of his voice. My elbow punches the diagnostic machine, which sends me into uncontrollable rotations. Fortunately, the room equipment is attached to the floor, so it’s only Nikolai and I floating around in the complete darkness. And my datapad, I realize when it smacks my nose. I quickly grab it before it can float away and activate it.

The ship’s network is offline but the device at least casts a dim light, allowing me to find my way to Nikolai. He’s hovering in the corner with his feet braced against the bed and his back against the wall. He pulls me into his arms, anchoring us both.

“This is bad, isn’t it?”

“Very,” I reply, my voice shaking. Very, very, very fucking bad. The gravity generator isn’t throwing us around the room like last time, but I can’t even take that as a positive, because it means it’s not just malfunctioning, it’s completely offline. I place my hand on the wall, searching for the slightest vibration, but pick up nothing. “The reactor is offline.”

“Can’t we just…reboot it? You know, kick it a couple of times and wait until it comes back online. It always worked with my old computer.”

I run my hand through my hair to unstick it from my face. Nikolai has only been in space for a few short weeks. He understands we’re in trouble, but he doesn’t grasp the true severity of the situation.

The backup generator always comes online. Always. It’s rule number one of building spaceships. Emergency systems are built to last. Even if the ship floated in space, damaged and unmanned for a hundred years, the emergency lights should still work. The gravity generator should work. The life support system should work.

I shudder. Fuck. If life support went too, we’re done for. Stupid insects! Why didn’t I tell anyone about them sooner?! Now we’re all going to die and it will all be my fault.