Page 24 of Alien Abduction for Experts
Again, she chuckled. "I'm sorry, that won't be possible."
Her gaze wandered to her pussy, where Havel was still deeply embedded. They lay on their side, spooning, looking way too exhausted. Not that I blamed Trish. It was Havel's fault. But if he tired her out and she'd refuse me, I was going to punish him. Severely. I was the Captain; I was supposed to be the first to get to klat her. And the last. And in between, too.
"He's come five times," Trish whispered completely in awe. "I never thought that was possible."
Five times? How long had they been here? It couldn't have been more than one IG hour since I last checked on her. She'd been with her pet then. Five times in less than an hour? That shouldn't be possible, not even for me, and I was a virile Kardarian male in his prime.
I glared at Havel. "Explain. Now. Or I'll have you disciplined."
He didn't meet my gaze. "I...took your ring. The toy you bought at Kitt-Y-6."
Fury rose in me and it was barely possible to stay where I was and not launch my fists into his face. His guilty expression only fuelled my anger. How dare he! I'd bought that toy for me to use on Trish. I'd been waiting for the perfect time to use it, probably during our honeymoon when we had lots of time and wouldn't be disturbed. He'd taken that away from me.
I growled. If he hadn't been my friend and Trish's mate, I'd have thrown him off the ship. Without docking somewhere first. See how often he'd come without oxygen.
Now I knew why Matar had warned me not to separate them. If the salesperson had been right, they might be locked together for hours. I balled my hands into fists. Hours of him in her. How much of his seed had he already pumped into her? Was she already stained blue inside? Our mating fluid had only coloured her skin the very first time, but with this amount, who was to say it wouldn't stain her? A blue pussy to remind me every time of the humiliation...
I couldn't hold back any longer. I threw myself at him, being careful not to touch Trish. He moved away from her as much as he could with his measly dick still inside of her. I'd cut it off. That was it. Then he'd never get to do this again. He'd have to satisfy her with his fingers and tongue alone, while never able to experience the joys of a true orgasm again.
"Matar, get me a knife," I growled.
Havel's eyes widened in fear. Good. Now he was listening.
"Xil, stop it," Trish said firmly and put her hands on my back. She moved them in soothing circles, somehow erasing some of my anger even though I didn't want that. My fury was righteous. Havel had wronged me and I was going to take revenge.
"He just tested the toy for you, for us," she said, her voice sweet and enticing. "Now that we know how it works, the two of us can enjoy it again and again. Maybe without being locked together for hours. I'm starting to need the loo."
Havel looked even more scared now. Was he afraid to have her pee on him? I supposed that could be arranged.
"I'll make it up to you," he promised, and I knew he meant it. I could always tell if my friends were telling the truth, especially Havel. "I promise."
"As soon as we can move again, you can fuck me," Trish added. "Although I might need a shower first." She laughed softly. That sound took away the last sharp edges of my anger.
I got up and turned away from them. I didn't want to see their union any longer. "When we get to Labeari, you're going to be mine for the entire first day."
"Deal!" she shouted after me, but I didn't turn back. I was going to my cabin and wank to the image of me being the one inside of her instead of Havel.
* * *
Matar's cakewas cold by the time they finally joined us. I ignored Havel but did give Trish a good look from top to bottom, making sure she was alright. She seemed tired, but otherwise fine. Klat, she was glowing with post-sex happiness.
"I made you some cake," Matar said as soon as she'd sat down. "It's no longer warm, but it might actually be better that way. The cakes at the IGU were cold too. And it's not the right green but-"
"Stop babbling," I barked, although I was secretly amused at how serious he was taking that cake.
I waited until he'd given Trish a piece, then grabbed a slice for myself. To me, it smelled just as bland as the one at the IGU, but I watched Trish with interest as she took her time inhaling the cake's scent.
"It smells delicious," she said, smiling at Matar.
Yes, I was definitely going to need at least an entire day with her. Alone. Without those two idiots. I was going to show her that I was the best of us. I'd make her forget them.
I watched her closely as she took the first bite. Havel did the same, clutching his med scanner. Seemed neither of us trusted Matar's baking skills. She smiled while chewing. It wasn't quite the orgasmic expression she'd had while eating the original cakes, but it didn't look like she was pretending to enjoy it.
"Those are good," she said, causing Matar to beam with pride. "They taste a little different from the ones at the station, but not in a bad way. What did you use to make them green?"
"Matcha tea," he replied proudly. "It's a Peritan ingredient so I thought it would remind you of home."
"To be honest, I've never heard of Matcha, but maybe it was something humans ate before the world went to pieces. It's not like we had a lot of exotic foods where I grew up."
