Chapter 20 Harb’k

I breathed in her tantalizing aroma and groaned. Her words were not lies, not by the way her body responded to my question. The rumbling I’d been trying so hard to suppress through this entire tour broke loose, vibrating throughout the both of us. I wondered if the humans watching that movie could hear it despite the walls.

My instincts demanded I pick her up and take her to my shuttle and fuck her until neither of us could stand.

“Wait. I was wondering if I could wash up first. The healing unit thing disinfected me with light, but it’s not the same. I don't feel dirty, but I don’t feel really clean either.” There was mischief in her eyes. “We should get clean before we get dirty.”

I have lived with humans long enough to understand innuendos, and I knew what she meant. Blood rushed to my cock, making it push against Zoey’s belly. She gasped, and more lust filled the air.

“The movie is still playing. We’ll have the washing room to ourselves. But we must be fast.” I picked her up in my arms and took large strides, making my way through the base and up to the washing room.

Setting Zoey down, I went to the door and locked it. I knew humans were secretive about sex.

Usually, the humans just stripped down to their underwear or even naked to use the communal showers. This group was small and tight-knit, and the small divider between the male and female sections was just a suggestion.

Finally alone, I let the need for her control me as I stalked toward her. Lust blossomed in the air as she backed away. But she had nowhere to go, and it was a matter of seconds before I had her in my arms and was stripping her of her dirty clothes.

“Everything off,” I growled. “You cannot shower with your clothes on.”

She let me strip her, and when she was completely nude, I took her in. She was utter perfection, with generous hips and breasts, rounded all over.

“Aren’t you joining me?” Her eyes were on my loincloth, which was struggling to keep my cock contained. There was the slightest hint of red in her cheeks, barely showing through her tanned skin.

“We are… different than your males.”

“I know,” she said coyly. “I felt it earlier.”

“Do not be frightened.”

She giggled. “I think it’s a little too late for that. Come on.” She reached for my loincloth.

I ordered my hands to still and let her work on the fastening of my loincloth. My cock was so hard that it held the garment on even after the fastening was loosened. I helped it drop to the floor. Zoey inhaled sharply at the sight of my cock.

“Don’t be afraid.” Krux. If she changed her mind now, it would kill me.

We were differently shaped from their males, but I knew we were compatible. She started to reach for me but hesitated.

I wanted to pick her up, press her against the wall, and drive into her until we were one. I needed to claim her now. But I didn’t want to scare her away. So instead, I just led her under the warm spray of water.

“You don’t have to touch it. We are here to get clean. Let me wash your hair.” I reached for the pump bottle of shampoo and lathered it up in my hands.

“Mmm.” She closed her eyes as the warm, almost hot, water sluiced over her skin. “I haven’t had a warm shower in forever.”

“I will give you all the warm showers you want.”

Her lips curled up in a smile as I ran my soapy hands through her hair.

I leaned her against me as the water rinsed the bubbles. Then I started on her body with the soap, even though my cock was so hard that I doubted I had enough blood left in my brain to think.

She moaned, and the sound threatened to destroy me. Her slippery body slid against my rigid length as she swayed under the water, and I realized she was doing it on purpose. I growled and pressed her back against my front. I reached down between her legs, my hand still slippery from the soap.

“Open your legs.” I realized that my translator was still on the floor with my loincloth, and she couldn’t understand any of my words.

I nudged her legs open and slid my fingers down to play in the folds of her cunt.

“Oh god,” she whimpered.

I found her slit and tested it with a finger; she was so wet for me. Then I was delving into her, my thumb brushing her clit with every thrust. She gasped and panted, her hands clutching at my forearm. But I didn't release her until her channel was pulsing around my fingers. She cried out but muffled the sound against the side of my arm.

She was so shaky she could hardly stand, so I held her up and quickly soaped myself. I was eager to get her back to my shuttle.

“Let me help you, Harb’k,” she said after a moment of recovery.

She pumped out some soap and lathered it in her hands, then started sweeping them over my body in long, languid strokes. She lingered over my abs, and I knew she was admiring them. She didn’t even seem to notice my scars.

But my cock was impatient, and it bobbed in front of her, demanding attention. This time, she did reach for it, her hands slippery with soap.

“Krux,” I groaned. My cock pulsed in her hand and grew even larger. My chest was vibrating so hard I was sure the entire building was moving. “Yes, touch me.”

Zoey’s eyes were focused on my cock as her fingers explored my length. Unlike human cocks, with one head and a smooth shaft, my cock had three consecutive graduated sections, each one thicker than the last. Each section flared out to form a ridge at the widest part before dipping in again. The last section was thickest before narrowing slightly at the very base.

“It’s so… different.”

Her fingers played over the first flare, and I gritted my teeth as she brushed the sensitive ridge. She continued, her hands feeling every ridge and bump all the way to the base before reversing. She added a second hand, and I growled at the intense sensation.

She knelt, and for a moment, I wanted to pull her back up so her knees wouldn’t be on the hard tile. But she leaned over and swirled her tongue over the tip of my cock, and I lost my ability to think. She hummed like she enjoyed my taste, and then she engulfed the first flared head in her mouth.

“Krux!”

I reached down and tangled my fingers into her hair. Fuck. I felt like I was going to finish before I even started. I closed my eyes and fought for control. But I knew when she tried to take the second section into her mouth that I was fighting a losing battle.

Luckily for me, Xarc’n warriors did not need long to recover. I’d be ready to fuck her by the time we made it back to my shuttle. A good thing, too, because my female was intent on bringing me to my knees.

Giving up on my need for control, I moved her mouth up and down my length, my hands still holding her by her hair. I worried I was being too rough, but there was no sign of pain, just lust.

I pulled her off my cock a scant moment before I exploded. My seed spurted out over her neck and chest. I guided her up to standing, and the water washed it away. What I really wanted to do was to rub it all over her so she would smell like me forever.

We stood under the spray for a little while longer, my nose pressed to her hair, before I turned off the water. We’d already used too much of it. The cold season had been dry in this region.

I grabbed the towel and wrapped her up in it, then picked up our clothes. I should have thrown them in the decontaminator while we washed, but I had one on my ship, and we were going there now.

She held her hands out for her clothes, and I handed her the entire pile, including my loincloth. She looked confused for a moment, but I swept her up into my arms before she could ask. Then, still naked and dripping wet, I carried her out of the room and down the stairs.

The movie was just ending, and we hurried through the building and out into the parking lot. She hissed as the cool night air hit her skin. But in just a few strides, we were inside my shuttle. I dropped her into my sleeping nook and then took our clothes from her.

“You’re still hard,” she said, her eyes on my cock, which was erect again.

“I do not need time to recover.” This time, my translator decided to do its job. “And we are not done.”

I was at the end of my control, and I needed to fuck her now. The release had only bought me enough time to get back to my shuttle.

I pulled the towel from around her body and tossed it aside, leaving her naked. I pushed her down onto my bed a little harder than I meant to and she gasped, but I only sensed her heightened arousal. Her delicious scent called to me, and I licked my lips. I wouldn’t be able to lick and kiss her the way I wanted, not with the need to fuck her so near the surface. But I could control myself a little longer for a small taste.

I covered her nether lips, thrusting my tongue into her channel. She moaned, and her hips bucked. Her hands reached down to grab my horns.

I speared my tongue into her honeyed depths again before suckling on the little nub that gave her pleasure.

Krux! The taste of her was too much.

Too impatient, I moved to cover her, the tip of my cock leaving a trail of wetness along her inner thigh.

I grabbed my cock and rubbed my rigid length along the seam of her pussy, and each flared ridge brushed against her sensitive clit. Her slickness coated my cock. She made the cutest little whiny noises, and dug her nails into my skin.

“Stop teasing me.”

Me? Teasing her? She was the one driving me crazy.

“Tell me you want me,” I demanded.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Please. More than anything.”

I lined us up, and unable to hold back anymore, I drove into my mate.