CHAPTER ELEVEN

York

 

“I’m not sure, but I kind of expected it to feel more like a gynecologist’s office,” I say to Blythe a few days later. “Aliens always talk about how lowly humans are, but the whole experience felt so primitive.”

“Right?” Blythe giggles into her hand and takes another sip from her all-too-familiar mug. I’ve come to find the substance inside is something called gessroot tea, and though it’s incredibly unpleasant smelling and tasting – like valerian root – it does have incredible healing qualities.

She’s not the only one drinking it now.

“Yes, the whole thing is pretty gross.” I roll my eyes as Korben fluffs Blythe’s pillows while she leans back.

“Oh my god, Korben, stop,” she grumbles, cheeks growing pink from all the attention. “I’m fine today. I’m drinking the tea, and I’m feeling better.”

“Though I am happy you are feeling better, I am not,” Korben says, continuing to fluff her pillows. “I am going to make sure so much gessroot tea is sent over; we’ll never run out.” He turns to me, sitting on the chair in his room and lowers his attention to my stomach. “How are you feeling?”

I shrug. Honestly, I’m feeling okay so far, just a bit more tired. The tea helps, but right now it’s more to get over the freakishly gross way Chentan figured out I’m pregnant. I shudder at the fresh memory, taking another sip of the tea.

“Korben, go. Please. Go to the Gathering Room and see Hujun or go to the second lair. Let me have some time alone with York. You’re driving me crazy.”

He hisses under his breath and turns away. “You are my Chosen. I want to make sure you are as comfortable as possible.”

“I am comfortable,” she insists, waving him away. “Please go.”

Korben doesn’t look like he wants to leave; I’m hardly surprised. I basically had to threaten Azan with no sex for a week if he didn’t let me talk to Blythe. I suppose Sidyths are expected to hover when their mates are pregnant because Azan was completely taken aback by my threat. He started to hiss, but when I arched an eyebrow, snarling about how I didn’t want to feel like I’m being kept by him, he quickly agreed, saying he would talk to Dolan during my absence.

So now Blythe and I are alone in a Sidyth prince’s lair, talking about being pregnant with their alien babies.

Ugh, sprogs. Sidyths call their aliens sprogs.

Life is so weird right now, but I love weird.

“I still can’t get over the smell of this stuff,” I mutter once Korben finally leaves the room. I’m sure he’s only a few steps away in case Blythe starts throwing up or something, but the room feels much better without a seven-foot alien filling up space. Never in a million years did I imagine a Sidyth prince being so concerned about his pregnant human mate. Life on a planet full of exiled Sidyths is a whole new world. Galaxy, actually.

“Right? It stinks like feet.”

“I bet it’s pretty close to valerian root,” I comment, remembering one of my mom’s favorite oils to diffuse at night. “It helps calm you down, but it stinks like gym socks.”

“I don’t know what it is, but I love it,” Blythe says, taking another hearty sip. “I swear, I never thought this would be my life.”

I can’t help but chuckle. She’s certainly not alone. I never thought I’d be mated to a masked, poisonous alien by choice and carrying his baby.

“So,” Blythe says. “Do you think we should tell some of the others what to expect when they get knocked up?” She smiles.

“No. Let them get the full Chentan experience on their own.” We both laugh, and it’s hard to think I’ve already found a good friend in Blythe. I always thought being alone was best in this line of work, but it’s like Blythe said on the ship a month ago – we need girlfriends. We need people to turn to and people we can trust.

Having Chentan check to see if I’m pregnant was definitely a bonding experience for both of us.

“You know,” Blythe says, lowering her voice again. “I was talking to Korben, and he’s been talking to some of his brothers. Since you and Azan are sharing a room now, and you’re pregnant… I was kind of hoping you guys would take the room right next to ours.”

My eyes widen. I can’t help but look surprised. “But, isn’t that—”

“It’s Glykoran’s room.” Blythe continues to impress me with how many of Sidyths she knows already. “He said he doesn’t need the extra space. He’s happy to switch rooms with Azan, and that means, you’ll be closer to me. If that’s okay.”

I set down my cup on the tiny table next to Korben’s chair. I’ll probably need another round before I can sleep; I swear to God I’m already starting to feel the supposed morning sickness I’ve heard so much about. I can’t imagine what it must be like for Blythe.

She looks like shit but like me, she looks so happy.

I cross over to the bed and sit next to her, feeling awkward but rest my hand on hers. I squeeze it tightly, sharing something I never expected to have with another woman in this line of work.

A friend.

A sister.

And though I don’t say anything, Blythe can tell I’m going to move next door soon, and she says something odd I don’t quite get. “Kumbaya, bitch.” She’s smiling despite the growing circles under her beautiful, brown eyes.

“What the hell’s going on here without me?” A new voice rings happily from Blythe’s doorway, and I’m happy it’s Ellis without the fugly Sidyth by her side. She glances over her shoulder. “When I heard you two were having girl time without me, I threw a big fit until Hujun said I could go. You should have seen how pissed Sloane and Layla were, especially since Dolan showed up.”

I share a knowing glance with Blythe as the tiny, bi-racial woman steps inside, hair wild and curly, unlike the usual braids.

“Oh yeah, we’re totally having girl talk in here.” I roll my eyes. “And then we’re going to have a pillow fight and paint each other’s nails. I call pink.”

“Oh! And lavender face masks!” Blythe squeals sarcastically (I think?). “I want some lavender face masks.”

“Har har, you bitches.” Ellis takes a seat at the end of the bed.

“So,” I tease. “You and the big one.”

Ellis sucks in a breath. “Jesus, I thought you were kidding about girl talk.”

“I prefer the term, pussy pillow chat.”

“Ew.” Ellis narrows her eyes, but it’s playful.

“This isn’t girl talk.” Blythe sits up straighter in bed. “Are you guys doing the nasty yet?” She bursts out laughing. “God! That sounds so corny. Are you pleasuring him?”

“We’re not fucking if that’s what you’re asking.” Ellis’ cheeks are still pink, but her lower lip puckers out like she’s pouting. “Honestly, I don’t know if he even wants to fuck for fun. He says he’s watching over me as a favor to Korben.”

“Exactly how many of us are being watched by Sidyths who think they owe Korben something?” I frown. Seriously? Another one of these cases?

Ellis smiles shyly. “I’ve told him I’m interested. And I think it’s finally starting to hit him. He talks to Korben sometimes about courting a human. Hujun thinks I don’t hear him, but he’s always loud, and he never gets too far away from me.”

I laugh. It’s so true. Hujun’s never more than a foot or two away from Ellis.

“Aren’t you nervous?” Blythe asks.

“About what?”

“About his dick!” I can’t help laughing. “No offense girl, but are you five feet tall?”

“I’m almost four, eleven, bitch!” she squeals.

“And he’s…”

“I never measured him,” Ellis says with a pout. “Maybe we don’t look right together, but I’m—”

“Try to find some Galactal birth control, or you’re going to be in trouble,” I smirk at Blythe, who starts laughing like an idiot.

“Birth control…” she trails off, eyes widening at Blythe. “Oh… my… God! Are the rumors true? You and the prince? You’re having his baby?”

Blythe looks at me, wanting me to chime in, but I remain silent, not quite ready to spread the ‘joyous’ news of my own. Blythe nods once and turns back to Ellis. “Yup. I’m knocked up by the Sidyth prince. Sounds like a book title, doesn’t it?” We all burst out laughing, though Ellis does look a little more interested than I thought.

“So, it’s not bad, huh?” she says in a low voice. “No… uh… surprises down there?”

“They have scales on their dicks. They flare away from the shaft when they’re excited,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But according to Azan himself, his is one of the most scaled, so I don’t think it will be anything to worry about.”

“They compared dicks?”

I laugh. “He said Prince Korben himself was very impressed with the number of scales on his dick.”

“Oh my god!” Blythe bursts out laughing. “What the actual fuck?”

“That’s what he told me!”

Once the laughter dies down, Ellis shifts on the bed. “Other than that, it’s not too much different than a guy’s dick, right?”

I tilt my head at Ellis. She’s tiny as hell, but she’s going to be okay. Honestly, Hujun might be too gentle with her if his lovemaking is similar to the way he looks at Ellis. But if things do progress and Ellis and Hujun are anything like Blythe and me, she’s going to become addicted to fucking a Sidyth like it’s the best drug in the entire galaxy.

“It’s not only me who’s curious,” Ellis continues.

“Layla?” I remember her obvious interest in the human looking Sidyth – Exer.

“Amongst others.” Ellis lowers her head. “I don’t think they want everyone to know.”

Blythe and I nod, and I try not to feel offended. It’s only natural the group is starting to divide. There’re girls like Blythe and me who are smitten with our mates, and girls like Ellis who are getting ready to try things out. Then there are others who are getting pleasure for the hell of it and have no idea what they’re messing with. These dudes want mates, and maybe there is some kind of pheromone problem rolling through the humid air. Having some science back up my attraction to Azan would certainly be helpful – rather than acting like some girl who’s head over heels in love simply because I’m a woman.

Speaking of Azan…

“I’m going to head out to the cave. Azan’s waiting for me there.”

“Aw, you’re leaving already?” Blythe eyes me curiously. She’s probably waiting for me to tell Ellis I’m pregnant too, but I’m in no rush.

Despite my not hating having girlfriends, there’s really only one person I want to be with right now.

My Chosen. My love. My mate.

 

***

 

As soon as Glykoran nods his head for me to leave the cave, I see Azan waiting in the distance. It’s raining (no surprise anymore), and we jog up to each other like something out of a romance movie. He’s not wearing his mask, but I still would have been able to see the disapproval on his features as he scoops me up and cradles me to his chest.

“You should not be running in your condition.” His chiding comes from a warm place though, as he drops a kiss to my forehead, turning in the direction of his cave.

Our cave.

Once we’re back in our familiar corner of the rainy planet, I no longer feel like I’m suffocating. Azan and I are not going to live in a cave, we’re going to move in next to Blythe and Korben, but this is always going to be more like a home to me. It smells like rain and Christmas, which beats the hell out of Blythe’s gessroot tea.

Azan sits on the floor, spreading his legs so he can face the mouth of the cave, and I quickly sit in front of him, placing my back against his chest. His arms quickly wrap around me and brush my stomach, making me hungry for a little action. I didn’t think pregnant women liked getting it on, but Azan’s so mouth-wateringly sexy. As his face lowers, I turn and kiss him deeply, enjoying the scent of my arousal and his perfuming the air around us as rain continues to fall.

There has never been anything more sexual than my time with him.

“My Chosen,” he says thickly.

“Mine,” I growl back into his mouth.

I turn around so I can wrap my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss, happy Azan isn’t wearing his mask as much. When he’s not at the lair, he feels more okay being himself, fangs and all. And though I know he’s worried the baby growing inside of me could be poisonous like him, Chentan promises there will be signs if there are problems, and he will do the research to deal with them accordingly. It’s a lot of empty promises, I’m sure, but I don’t want Azan to spend every waking moment worrying about me.

I’m going to do this. I’m going to keep this child and stay alive because I have to.

Azan needs me almost as much as I need him.

“We should not do this,” Azan groans as I push his back down on the floor of the cave, eyeing him up hungrily. His massive cock pokes me in the ass, so I’m having a difficult time believing he doesn’t want pleasure.

“Your dick says otherwise, babe.” I brush my fingertips against the crown through his shorts. He spreads his legs, unable to resist my touch, hips bucking under me, and pulls my face to his. Our noses touch.

“I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

“You’re big, but I don’t think you’re that big.” I giggle and slowly back over him, standing up a bit, so I’m straddling right over his ever-thickening cock. “You want me to take off your shorts, or do you think you can do it yourself?”

He quickly shimmies them off with a few rough bucks of his hips, clutching my ass, so I don’t fall off him. I’m actually kind of happy I don’t have underwear. Makes for easier access. But since my top is getting in the way of his hands, I quickly shuck it off and toss it into the familiar corner of the cave where discarded pieces of clothing continue to build. His hands immediately seek out my breasts, kneading them roughly, and I cry out, enjoying this new, more dangerous side of Azan.

Man may be poisonous, but sometimes he’s too sweet with me.

I’m enjoying the change, and I wonder if he’s worried how much sex he’s going to get later as I keep getting fatter. I don’t want to worry about that now. Right now, I want to pleasure my man.

He grips my hips and somehow manages to lift and drop me onto his erect cock with ease, and I yelp in excited pleasure. My alien is strong, and I’m surprised by how much he wants me now when a few moments ago he was worried about hurting me. I’m falling in love with this new, confident side of Azan. I rise up and drop down over his dick, starting to build pressure and rhythm as Azan lays back, keeping his hands on my hips as I slide up and down his length, scales on his dick splaying further for my enjoyment.

“Alright?” Azan groans in broken English, still moving me.

“Oh yeah. I’m doing pretty alright.”

His cock moves deeper and fills me more with each thrust, and in the cave, I don’t worry about anyone hearing us. I can enjoy pleasure fully, rubbing my tits and pushing frantic hands through my hair. I’m screaming with pleasure, as Azan’s sack tightens, and I know we’re both close.

Food fast. Fast fuck. I love it.

“I’m going to come. Azan, I’m going to come.”

He grips my hips more tightly and pushes his dick deeper inside than he’s ever gone before and I shout out his name, surprised he’s reaching me in places I’ve never been hit before. The scales. There’s nothing like them. Octonods have tentacles, and Entlas have hooves, but there’s nothing quite as pleasurable as a scaled dick.

“Oh… oh God!” I squeal, pinching my thighs around his waist as his pace increases.

It’s too much.

Oh damn… it’s too much.

He’s going to—

The world explodes in light and color. I’m coming so hard, my eyes water when I cry out his name. His sack tightens and releases as chilled seed bursts through my pussy like I’ve fallen through a frozen lake in the dead of winter. Everything blurs. My world becomes nothing more than a blurry field of colors, the sound of rain, and the scent of cypress and cinnamon. The chill of his seed; there’s nothing like it, and I spread wider, welcoming the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt. The waves of a cold ocean bash through my body as Azan releases everything he’s got into me, and I call out, enjoying every damn moment.

What’s the worst that could happen? I get pregnant? It’s a little late.

I collapse on his firm chest, settling my hands on either side of his head, and we take a few unsteady breaths together as we start to come down from the high. Sex with a Sidyth is like a drug. No amount of gessroot tea is going to calm my nerves like a sex craved Azan. I kiss his neck, his jaw, and lean up far enough so I can focus on kissing his mouth, fangs and all. He doesn’t seem to mind, curling long, scaled fingers through my hair and groaning with pleasure.

“We’re going to have to learn to fuck more slowly,” he mutters into my hair.

“Why? I’m certainly not complaining. Out here we can be as loud and as fast as we want. And if you want to go slower, we can go again.”

“Again?” His golden eyes light up. “Already?”

“I think I can handle it.”

“And the baby?” His eyes drop down to my stomach, and though I’m already so nervous about him hovering over me like Korben’s doing for Blythe, there’s also something so adorable about it. Azan, my seven foot, Sidyth alien, doting on a Human Whore. I never imagined such a thing when I was delivered to Hethdiss a few weeks ago. My time with exiled Sidyths was supposed to be another assignment, but now it’s so much more.

I have so much more.

“The baby will be fine so long as his mommy is happy.” I kiss Azan deeply, enjoying his insatiable lips and orgasm worthy smile.

His eyes widen. “It’s a boy? How do you know already?”

I laugh. “I don’t know; it’s an expression. As I said, he or she will be fine if mommy is happy.” I kiss him more softly. Deeply. I push my tongue through his lips and allow it to dance with his forked one. “Mommy is very happy with an alien between her thighs.”

He hisses, no longer bothering to hide his smile. “My Chosen.”

“My Chosen,” I hiss back, already enjoying how much the term already makes me wet. Azan’s tongue darts out from his lips.

“You are not joking about wanting another round of pleasure.” He easily lifts me up and settles me down on his cock.

I never joke when it comes to sex; even with a poisonous alien.

After all, it’s something different, and nothing about my life is going to be mundane from now on.

Not with my alien by my side.

 

 

 

The End

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