Page 16 of Alien Abduction for Professionals
Faster than she could see, I grabbed her and pulled her against me, pressing my lips to hers. I kissed her passionately, hoping she'd understand how much I admired her. Loved her. She was the best mate I could have ever imagined.
"Xil, stop it," Havel said with a fake sigh. "You're the one who has to authorise the purchase. Go and order everything so we can get started on building the nest."
Instead of ending the kiss, Trish wrapped her arms around my back and clung to me. No way was I going to stop now. My cocks grew hard as her body moulded against me, a perfect fit. Our tongues danced, and it felt like our very first kiss once again. Every kiss with her was a new experience. It got better every single time, even though that was impossible. Our first kiss had been amazing, so how could it get even better?
Finally, I pulled away, breathless. Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen. I loved that look on her.
"Just send the klatting order," Matar said and pulled Trish to her feet, away from me. I immediately grew cold where she'd touched me. Being without her was like a brooding emptiness took over my heart, reminding me of how it had felt to almost lose her. It had been the worst moment of my life when I'd realised she'd been taken. I never wanted to feel anything like that ever again.
I quickly submitted the order, then snatched a piece of cake. If I couldn't have Trish, then I'd eat the second-best thing. As soon as we had our nest, I'd taste her, too. She loved it when I was between her legs, letting my tongue explore her most secret places. I enjoyed making her gasp with pleasure, have her grasp my head to prevent me from moving away.
"It won't be long before we get everything delivered," I told the others. "But I still want to build the nest without you watching, Trish. I know you've seen the plans, but I need it to be a surprise. It's tradition for the female to only see the nest once it's completed."
"I understand. I'll go and play with the tribitt," she said. "Hopefully he's done napping by now."
When we'd pursued her kidnappers, Matar had thrust the little animal at the stall owner. Luckily, it had still been there when we returned. I wasn't sure if the Brontes had been involved in Professor Katila's plot, but I hadn't trusted him one bit.
I watched as she left the room, a little sad that I couldn't go with her. But we had to build a nest. I looked back at the plans. We were going to have to hurry up or we'd never finish this today.
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Trish
The tribitt - I still hadn't decided on a name - was exhausted by the time the guys called me. We'd played for hours, and I’d started to get a good idea of the little space bunny's abilities. He was intelligent, and it shouldn't be too hard to teach him some tricks. The tribitt used his ears to communicate his mood. Hanging down was sad or tired, up straight seemed to be excited and him flicking them in my face was his way of telling me that he wanted food. Plus, a growl coming from his belly.
He also squeaked occasionally, and when I scratched him between his ears, he did something resembling a purr. It was the cutest sound ever.
Using my new communicator, I'd read up on tribitts and now knew that they ate almost anything. Very handy. I'd grabbed some stuff from the kitchen, and he'd scoffed down everything I gave him with no apparent preference for this or that. It would make feeding him easy. We could give him leftovers from meals without having to buy tribitt food. If that even existed.
The guide also mentioned that tribitts could get aggressive towards strangers, so I would make sure he'd cuddled with all the guys at least once.Although it would be fun to see the little green animal attack one of my mates. Would they fight back or simply let it happen?
I sat him into his bed, which was basically a large pillow I'd found in the cargo bay, and kissed him on his forehead. The tribitt yawned without opening his eyes. I smiled. Despite everything that had happened on the station, our shopping trip had been worth it.
I left him to sleep in peace and headed to the main bedroom. I had to admit I was a little nervous. The guys could be... intense when it came to their traditions. I sniggered when I remembered the first probing. They'd been so eager and at the same time terrified to make a mistake. By now, they'd accepted that we were all learning together, that it didn't have to be perfect the first time round - and that they weren't ever going to probe me again. One time had been enough, especially when knowing that they'd done a report about it for Professor Katila. She knew everything about our love life, and I hated that. Once we were done with the whole nest thing, I'd have to talk to the guys about perhaps dropping the IGU course. They'd be most willing to do so while the memory of my abduction was still fresh in their minds. And mine.
I shuddered and pushed that thought away.
Havel waited outside the bedroom, brimming with excitement.
"You're not allowed to enter until they give me the blue light."
"Blue? On Earth... Peritus it would be a green light."
"I'm blue, so it's a blue light," he said simply, as if that explained everything. "Did you have fun with the tribitt?"
Before I could answer, the door slid open. Xil and Matar stepped into the corridor.
"We're ready," Xil announced in a strangely sombre tone. “Tradition bids us to let you enter the nest first and arrange it to your liking. If there's anything that you don't like, remove it. Then... ehm..."
"Strip naked," Matar interrupted with a wide grin. "We'll join you as soon as we get changed into our ceremonial outfits."
I was starting to realise that this was an even bigger deal for them than I'd thought, even after reading the lesson and reading the chapter on Kardarians. I guessed I wasn't used to them being so flustered and solemn.
With a nod, I squeezed past them into the room. The previously bright lamps embedded in the ceiling had been covered with red fabric, dimming the light but also reminding me of a brothel. Probably not what they were going for. The walls were hidden behind more fabric, black and more dark red. It made the room seem smaller, more intimate. But yes, definitely a brothel.
The guys had removed all furniture, even the bed frame. Instead, ten large mattresses, twice as wide as our original one, throned on top of each other in the centre of the room surrounded by hundreds of pillows. Not kidding. I wasn't going to count them, but there had to be at least a hundred pillows of various sizes. They ranged from cushions like you'd have on your sofa to fluffy monstrosities almost as long as me. Wow. They were mostly black, with some red and purple to make it look less like a funeral pyre. That's what it was. A pillow pyre.
I stifled a laugh just in case they were outside, listening to my reaction. They'd clearly put a lot of work and effort into this.
