Page 21 of Time Traveling Space Bastards
“No, I’m babbling. There’s a difference.”
“Should I be flattered I made the writer of our holy text forget her words?”
“Yes, but I think you should get naked and try again, this time with your cock.”
“Are all humans this cheeky?”
“No. Some of them are terrible. Some would see this glorious hunk of Saki and not even think about hopping on that. Sucks to be them. They probably think my Hitachi wand is the devil, too.”
“What is a Hitachi wand?” he asked, screwing up his face.
“Shh,” I said, placing my finger over his lips. “Girl sex toys are vast and bountiful. I couldn’t explain them all. I’m more interested in you.”
Torrek climbed off my bed and started to peel his clothes offpainfullyslow. But damn. I got a little more excited with every inch of skin he revealed. Torrek had muscles on top of his muscles. I whimpered when he finally pulled his trousers down.
His cock was long andverythick, but it was also striped like the rest of him. It also seemed to have ridges running along the side that wereverypromising. Torrek gripped his cock and started stroking it while looking me dead in the eye.
“Last chance to back out. I’m Saki. Once I start, I can change course if you ask, but I can’t stop.”
“Still haven’t changed my mind.”
“Good, because I didn’t want to stop,” he growled, pouncing.
Oh, damned. I’d read several variations ofRavished by the Alien from Planet Whateverand it hadn’t prepared me at all. This interlude would have been calledDominated by the Feral Sakiif I had to write it.
He was gentle long enough for me to get used to the size of him and then he gave me exactly what I wanted and forever ruined me for human cocks. The ridges felt amazing, and he danced this fine line between too much and just right perfectly.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.”
Already. I’d never been a penetrative orgasm type of girl. I used to think that was some kind of urban legend made up by men who didn’t want to learn where the clit was. But thoseridges were something, and I was pretty sure it was about to happen.
“Then come. It’s not sex with a Saki unless you have at least three.”
I was an atheist, butoh.my.god.
And he was lying. It was more like four before he was finished with me. I was wrecked in the best way. I hoped no one needed me in the living room because I didn’t think I could walk.
“Is it agreeable to humans to snuggle after?”
“You’d better.”
Torrek pulled me to his chest and wrapped those massive arms around me. And I felt safe and content for probably the first time in two decades. He really did destroy me for anyone human.
How was I supposed to go back to my life when they went home?
It was a mystery, and those were my favorite things. As the prince, I was isolated from most people unless my parents approved of them. I’d only ever met two people who could keep up with me when I was working out a theory. They were both women, and they challenged the fuck out of me.
My parents approved of Azaet. They would have married her off to me in a second if I said I wanted her. She was brilliant, beautiful, and completely into women. Azaet was also more like my sister. Even if she wasn’t, I’d never force her to be with me because that would happen if I said I wanted it. That was more my brother’s speed.
The second was sitting across from me. Omi was also like a sister to me. Even if she wasn’t, Omi was into men with stripes, tails, or tattoos with bad attitudes and some kind of criminal record. Torrek hated it, but I said good for her.
And I’d just met a third. Baxter Holmes was crass and slightly violent, but she seemed to understand time travel ona level plenty of people on my planet didn’t. My traveling companions wanted to keep her and so did I.
“Help me figure it out. It’s making my stomach hurt. We crashed into her pool and created the holy texts. We came backnowbecause if she dies, we can’t get the last holy text and fix what’s going on back home. But if we save her, we don’t know to come back at this specific time to save her life, so she dies anyway. Some version of us did this because the holy texts ended up on our planet seven thousand years ago, and that version of us let her get murdered. We need to figure out why.”
“We’re never going to figure that out. We might have been set upon by stronger forces and couldn’t stop it. You’re in charge here. That version of you could have been a greater good man and decided one human girl wasn’t worth the fate of your entire planet, let her die, gone back home to tell everyone the holy texts were all a lie, and that our planet was never going to be attacked,” Omi said.
“No. No version of me would ever do that.”
