Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

VYA

Khorahn said something, and the toilet emerged from the wall. I hesitated, fearing what was going to happen. Not the bathroom part but the other stuff.

I looked up at Khorahn with wide eyes as he guided me toward it, speaking in his calm voice. The moment it suctioned onto me, it was game over.

With a drawn-out wail, I came. When the probing started, I locked up in an intense anal orgasm that had me arching and yelling. Sparks of light danced in my vision as I rode the euphoria into oblivion.

When I came to, I was on the bed. The lights were dim, and Khorahn was absent. A little bit of alone time wasn't a bad thing as I took stock of myself. I was still horny to the point of being wet, which wasn't normal. At least, not for me.

Not wanting to be in the bedroom when he came to check on me, I left the room and headed back to the garden. So far, that had been the safest non-sexual place. I wandered around in there for a while before the door opened.

"Vya?"

I glanced at Khorahn and wanted to groan. Why was he still naked?

"Hey, Khorahn," I said with a smile. "What's this plant do?"

I waved at the plant and did my best to focus over the next several hours. He actually left me twice to do something, seemingly okay with me wandering around the sad planters he had. And I was grateful for the alone time. Gradually, the intensity of my horniness settled down enough that I was able to eat the next meal on his lap.

The ship talked to him a few times, and he would answer while petting my arms. I fought not to lean into him and bring his hands to my front. Persevering, I finished my meal and slipped off his lap.

Afraid that he'd take me to the shower room again, I took his hand and led him out of the kitchen. Instead of the gardens, I went to the room with the monitors. He sat, and I perched on his knee, tapping the right icon to show the void outside the ship.

"Can you show me more of that?" I asked.

He looked from me to the screen.

"Bigger," I said, gesturing with my arms, making a circle, and sweeping my arms wide.

His gaze went to my boobs.

"Hey. Eyes up here." I snapped my fingers in front of his face and pointed to my face. "Focus."

With a growing smile, he said something.

"Yes, boobs are fascinating," I said dryly. "But, I want to see where we are. Stars. Suns. Planets. Anything more than this complete blackness."

I took his hand and brought it to the monitor. He changed the view to more blackness, but tiny bits of light scattered in it. It didn't look like the night sky view I knew, so I motioned that he should do it again.

He changed the view several more times before the image of something that wasn't a planet or a star appeared. The long and sleek shape almost matched the surrounding nothingness of space.

"What is that?" I asked.

The ship said something at the same time. Khorahn answered. His arms wrapped around me, and I felt a strange tugging in my middle a few moments later. The ship on the screen disappeared, replaced by a lot of stars.

The ship said something again. Khorahn responded. I twisted in my seat to look at him.

It was a mistake for both of us. He gripped my hips, bringing my attention to his swollen top cock that was now wedged between my cheeks. My breath whooshed out of me. His gaze dipped to my mouth, and my control broke.

I had my hands in his hair and was pulling him down for a kiss before I knew what I was doing. He was an amazing kisser, doing all the right things with his mouth while touching all the right places with his hands. When his fingers found my nipple, I groaned and turned on his lap.

He helped lift me and settle me over his hips. He didn't press into me, though; he let me control my slow descent on his length. The knot felt bigger this time, and I struggled to accommodate it.

His lips left mine, and he ducked down to take my nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped me. I clenched around the tip of him. He growled as I ground down harder and slid home, chanting his name and clutching his hair.

The next time I clenched, I felt him release inside of me. It set off the same chain reaction orgasm like the last time. I came hard and fast and didn't stop moving until I was a sweaty heap of no strength or energy.

When I came to, he was cradling me against his chest, a hand soothing down my back and keeping me firmly seated on his shaft that felt like it could go off again. Since I was there and he was obviously willing, I started to rotate my hips.

He said something and tipped my chin back to look at me. Then he kissed my forehead, my nose, my eyelids, and my mouth. I grinned tiredly and continued to gyrate on his length. The orgasm was instant after I clenched, and he released.

This time, though, instead of letting me come until I passed out, he lifted me off his length. His spend dripped from me as he stood, cradling me in his arms. He kissed me senseless all the way to the shower.

He didn't coat me with his glitter or have me use the toilet. He just started the steam cycle and sat with me across his lap and held me. His cock pressed into my hip insistently as he stroked my arm and spoke to me in his even tone.

I got the feeling that he was trying to calm me down. And maybe he was right. I did feel a little out of control in my primal need for sex. So I leaned into him and focused on breathing rather than licking his chest.

Distracting myself never worked for long, though. Over the course of the day, or maybe several days, that pattern of distracting myself, snapping and molesting a very willing Khorahn, and coming until I passed out repeated itself several times with some interesting variety.

Sometimes, rather than letting me ride him, he would set me on a kitchen table and feast. I definitely liked it when he did that, even though I begged—loudly—for some penetration. Sometimes, I woke alone, and it was like a game of hide and seek to find him. When I got really needy, I'd lead him to the kitchen and wait until I was sitting on his lap to drop my spoon. He didn't disappoint and touched me much like he had the first time.

I knew the level of desperation I was feeling for him wasn't normal. I kept trying to deny myself, but I ached for him everywhere, and the only relief I got was when I was coming. Which was more than I should have been because I had no control.

My clit started to feel sore, and my bits were a little swollen as I stood in the hallway, trying to tell myself not to look for Khorahn again. How could I be this horny while sore? It didn't make any sense.

The ship started making a familiar weird sound. A pinging beep followed by talking. I tried to place when I'd heard it before, and once I did, my eyes went wide.

"No, Khorahn! No more ninja-fighting worms," I yelled. "You finally stopped limping!

I heard him call my name from somewhere deeper in the ship and hurried in that direction. He was big and wouldn't be easy to pin down, but there was no way I was letting him jump out of the ship like that again.

The door to the jewelry room was open when I reached it, and I found him sitting on the stool there.

He was dripping fluid on the floor as he worked one of those flat metal disks around a ruby. He'd been tinkering with his weird creation for days. At least, I thought it was days. It was hard to tell in space and when I kept passing out from orgasms.

I crossed my arms, trying for a stern pose. He glanced up and looked at my boobs instead of my scowl.

"I'm serious, Khorahn. No more ship jumping."

He finished connecting the ruby disc and stood with the web of chains. He said something and motioned for me to turn around.

I sighed and did as he asked.

"We really need to start learning each other's words instead of messing around with each other all the time," I said. "I mean, the messing around's great, but it's frustrating not being able to communicate."

The chains slipped over my head, and I waited for him to adjust them into place. This wasn't the first fitting. We'd done this twice before. He was making the most elaborate necklace that was more like a dress. I was pretty sure it was for me, which I thought was sweet. But I would have rather had some underwear. Or a chastity belt.

The ship made that pinging beep again. Khorahn responded to it and wrapped his arms around me as the floor started to vibrate.

I turned in his hold, careful of the chains, and looked up at him.

"Please don't leave me," I said, reaching up to cup his cheek.

He said something, kissed my palm, and stroked my arms like he did when he was trying to soothe me. I hugged him and held on until the vibrations stopped.

The fear that he was going to leave me only barely outweighed my horniness. My hand still itched to reach between us and clasp his upper cock, though.

Taking my hand, he led me to the exam room where he spoke and a hidden cubby filled with clothes opened.

I sighed as I watched him dress. Such a shame to cover up all that perfection, but it was probably for the best. My core clenched in disagreement.

When he took my hand again and led me to the storage space that he'd jumped from, I started to balk.