18. Avery
eighteen
Avery
" P hial." My voice is rough as I say his name, my legs flexing over his shoulders, my ankles locking together. The only sound besides him feasting on me is the chirping in his throat.
As soon as we made the jump to the Milky Way galaxy, he sent a comm message asking for docking access to a station in the middle of the great plains, the closest port to where the trial's being held. The comm was answered with an automated message stating we would hear a response in approximately one hour. Phial's lips kicked up when he saw the message. He was out of his seat, kneeling in front of me before I figured out how he wanted to spend our time waiting for a response.
He unbuckled my lower straps but left the one on my chest buckled, keeping me from moving too far from him, not that I'd go anywhere. He scooped my ass up in his hands and lifted me to his mouth.
When I entered the navigation pit earlier, he asked me to take my skirt off if I was comfortable. I did as he asked because he also might've promised to feed me if I did. Then he had me sit in the seat, and things progressed as normal, except my soaked panties were very visible to him, and he didn't make any attempt at hiding his ogling the whole time we were getting the ship out of Rytharian space and into Earth's territory.
"Phial!" I cry out his name as his forked tongue wraps around my clit, stroking both sides of it in tandem, causing my heels to dig into his back.
I worry about his feathers and start to relax my grip on him. His claws press into the flesh of my ass, his eyes sparkling something fierce. I dig my heels back into his back, and he nods before closing his eyes and returning his full attention to making me fall apart on his face.
I grab the back of his head, my fingers tunneling in his feathers as I hold him tight to me. He groans his appreciation, and his feathers wiggle as they try to stand on end between my fingers. I cry out once more, and Phial's drowned in a wave of my slick as my orgasm tears through me.
He keeps stroking my clit with his tongue exactly the same until my body starts to relax, the end of my orgasm finally receding. When he's sure he's stroked every wave of pleasure from me, he starts licking at my juice, consuming everything like I do to his release.
"What time is it?" Phial asks.
He moves his hands down my legs, holding me open as he cleans me with his tongue. He licks down my thigh, grabbing all my slick and swallowing it down. I look around the navigation pit until my eyes land on the comm screen. I squint, looking at the universal time in the corner. I do a little math.
"We have like twenty minutes," I say as I relax back into my seat.
Phial's got my legs spread wide on either side of him, the soles of my feet pressed against the dashboard. That's how we started this whole thing, too, but it wasn't long before I pinned him to me.
Phial loves it. I'm pretty sure he's one of those males who wouldn't mind dying being suffocated between two slicked-up thighs.
"You made me work for it," he says, moving his attention to my other thigh, cleaning most of the slick from me with his tongue. It's a fruitless pursuit because, with each flick of his tongue, fresh slick is pooling between my legs.
I still haven't given my body what it really wants, and it's not going to calm down until I do. The thought of that has my face flushing because I know exactly how I want to give my body what it wants.
I haven't talked to Phial about it yet. I planned on it when we were in the nav pit together, but then he had me sit in my underwear the whole time, and I couldn't very well have a serious conversation with him while my underwear was going more and more transparent with each passing second.
"You like working for it," I groan as his tongue flattens to lick straight up my slit. He does it again, his eyes watching me, seeing if it's too much too fast, and it's not. It's so not. He gives me a few more long, hard licks that make me feel everything down there. Then, he's standing, lowering his pants enough for his cocks to come out.
"As much as I'd love to keep making you make a mess, I need to feed you so you're not shaking when we exit the ship. We might get separated for a little while, and I don't want you needy when I'm not there." He takes feeding me his come very seriously. Well, as much as one can while still knowing he's getting his dicks sucked.
"Afraid I'll ask for someone else to feed me?" I tease him, trying to lean forward to take him in my mouth. I'm stopped by the harness, still buckled across my chest. When I go to unbuckle it, Phial stops my hands and returns them to my lap.
"One day." He leans down, his lips close to my ear as he speaks to me in a soft whisper. "One day, I'm going to tie you down and get you desperate for my come. I'm going to have you shaking and begging and crying, and I want you to remember it's because of what you just said."
I whine low in the back of my throat, my eyes widening in need, and my hips lift off the seat, eager for more attention. Phial cups my face between his palms, his eyes amused, knowing. He presses his lips to mine, and I can taste myself on his tongue and lips. He deepens the kiss until the whine in my throat is a needy moan.
"Be fast today," he says.
He unbuckles my harness, and I waste no time sliding from my seat and kneeling in front of him. My mouth is on his lower cock, and my hands are fisting the top one as I try to milk him dry. He hisses a harsh sound as his hand comes to the back of my head. He's gentle with his grasp, only encouraging me to take him deeper. When I do, his hands flex and he chirps loudly.
I do as he says and bring him to climax fast so I can swallow the come from his first cock. I keep stroking his top one as the last of his come fills my stomach. I move my mouth to the other just in time to catch the first spurt of his seed on my tongue.
A message pings on the comm while his top cock is still in my mouth. I look up at him with worry, but he keeps stroking my hair, not taking his eyes off me, ignoring the ping, making me feel like it's just the two of us. Like it'll only ever be the two of us. It isn't until I've released his cocks and he's tucking them into his pants that he turns his attention to what's actually important.
He grabs the comm off its port and clicks on the message. He reads over it while moving around the navigation pit. Then, he opens one of the storage bins and pulls out a towel and some cleaning wipes. I hold out my hands for them, appreciating that he thought this through so I won't have slick-covered thighs when I return to Earth. He doesn't hand them to me, though.
He gives me a look that tells me he has no interest in letting me do this myself. He motions for me to sit back down and presses something on his comm, a voice coming to life from the other side.
"Jolly Folly, you have been granted permission to dock in bay forty-three on shipyard twelve. An Intergalactic Transport will be waiting for you at the transportation bay."
"Heard," Phial says the single word over the comm and then clicks it back into the docking port.
He looks over at me, where I'm still slightly sticky between the legs and more than a little messy looking everywhere else. He smiles like a male who's smug about how he's been able to get his female to respond to him.
"I wanted to clean you myself, but they'll be waiting for us," he grumbles as he sets the towel in my hand and the wipes on the ground beside me. "I'll get coordinates put into the system while you clean up."
"Heard." I smirk up at him, and he gives me a confused look before shaking his head and returning to the navigation pit.
I watch him for a moment, loving how easily he maneuvers all of the controls and how his body works so gracefully. He catches my eyes on him, and his feathers startle. His eyes dart down to the towel, and I start cleaning up, knowing I don't need to be messy when we land. There's a good chance we're separated, and I don't want anyone to ever see me like this except Phial.
The shipyard is bustling with activity when we finally leave the ship. Phial had to run diagnostics when we landed to make sure nothing weird happened during the trip and to give our numbers to their Intergalactic Alliance contact.
Before we all left, everyone who owns weapons on the ship strapped them all over their body. Jovi and Alik have harnesses strapped across their chests filled with daggers and holsters on either side of their hips, each holding a blaster. Essa has what I'm pretty sure is a whole ass sword on her back, blasters on her ankle, thigh, and hip, not to mention the daggers strapped low on her back. Phial has his blaster in its holster, but that's all he carries. When I gave him a questioning look, he smiled at me and told me he's more useful when no one can see him, and too many weapons means having to hide them all before he can do that.
"Oh, can we grab one, please?" Sloane tugs on Alik's hand as she tries to drag him over to one of the food vendors. I take a deep inhale, and my mouth salivates at the smell of garlic and chili. It's been so long since I've had human food. "Please, I wanted one so bad when I was here the last time, but I didn't get it because I didn't want my breath to be stinky when you met me."
"And you want it to be stinky now?" Alik asks, looking confused but relenting and letting her drag him over.
"Do you want something?" Phial asks me, his voice close to my ear. He's been walking right behind me. Like right behind me. I'm always surprised at how close he can get without touching me.
"I do," I answer, my stomach rumbling as if it was going to tell Phial whether or not I was. It's just another way my body shows me it doesn't need me.
Phial nudges me to follow Alik and Sloane, and the others follow behind us. Helna's sniffing around, her nose high in the air as she takes in everything. Her eyes are wide, and her pupils dilated when she returns her focus to the rest of us. She'll need a nose filter soon if she doesn't want to be overwhelmed all of the time by new scents.
"This is amazing," she says so loud that a few others turn to look at her. You'd think she'd look out of place in her furs and tattooed body, but she looks pretty normal compared to the rest of the crew. We're all kind of strange looking.
We all grab a snack from the food vendor. Alik is so kind because as soon as Sloane says he's paying for everyone, he only frowns at her before pulling out his credits and telling the vendor he's buying one for everyone. Sloane's hands go to a place none of us need to witness as we walk toward the transport dock. My face is pink when I turn back forward, and Phial's chuckling behind me.
"What?" I whisper at him over my shoulder, not surprised when he's not even an inch from my shoulder.
"Nothing."
His scales shimmer before returning to the mossy green they've slowly transformed into over the last few weeks. I like it. It fits him, and he doesn't huff and puff anymore about changing the shade back to the navy he had when I first met him. Maybe his kind changes colors every once in a while, and the green wasn't wanted. At least now he's stopped fighting it.
"Nothing?" I cock a brow in his direction. "Want me to grab your cocks out here in front of everyone?"
Phial hisses, his eyes narrowing on me like he's unsure if I'm being serious. "No, I don't think I would like that. What we do is for us. No one else."
My heart thumps in my chest at his words, and I can't stop the smile on my face. I have no interest in doing anything in front of anyone, but it's still nice to hear that Phial feels the same way. He feels the same and wants to keep me all for himself. That's the even better part because that means he wants me forever.
"Crew of the Jolly Folly?" A human male steps up to us when we enter the transport dock.
Phial's in front of me, his hand on his blaster as soon as he registers that someone's paying us any attention. His feathers tickle my nose, and I brush them down since he refuses to step forward to give me a little more space.
"That's us," Alik answers. I turn around just in time to see him pulling Sloane's roaming hands from his pants and all but pushing her into Jovi's hold.
"We have two transports for you," the man says. "One for your crew to get you situated in the house we have you staying in during the trial and the other to take Ms. Crawford to her safe house."
Phial's body tenses, and I can tell he's about to start arguing with the man who's only doing his job. Thankfully, Alik notices, too, and since he can stay neutral way easier, he takes a few steps until he's the head of our group. All communication is going through him, or at least that's what his body language says.
"Who can go with her?" Alik asks.
"Intergalactic Alliance rules state she can't have anyone join her except a fated if she's from one of the species that mate," the man says. His voice is a little shaky since Alik, standing in front of him with his arms crossed over his dagger-clad body, is much more intimidating than my male. I mean, Phial could blow the guy into a million pieces, but he's not as physically threatening as a ginormous four-armed purple man.
Alik looks over his shoulder, giving me a look that tells me I have two seconds to figure out whether I'm going alone to my safe house or taking Phial. I'm sure he'd find me anyway, but I don't need him getting his crew in trouble with the Intergalactic Alliance if he's caught. Or worse, if he's seen as a threat to me and killed before I can tell them he's not.
"I scent matched this male," I pipe up behind Phial, pressing a hand to his bicep so I can peek over his arm. "This one." I tighten my hold on his arm, telling him he better not ruin this for us. "Smells so good. So great. I was altered by the smugglers my father sold me to. You know that, right? Well, I'm basically a Rytharian now. This male smells so good. Yup, I'd probably go mad without him. Wouldn't be able to testify or anything if I didn't have him."
There are a lot of eyes on me as I blabber on and on about how I'm scent matched to Phial. I'm not sure how long the confusion lasts until they figure it out, but then Essa adds. "Yes, she sniffs him very often. Just…" She makes three audible sniff sounds. "All day long."
"And her heat is coming up," Sloane adds, causing my face to stain pink. "You better let her mate stay with her, or she'll be in so much pain and need to fuck someone, and you wouldn't work because, well, you won't be enough. They have to, like, really get full."
The human male who, as far as we know, is only in charge of getting us into our cars is looking at us with a mixture of worry and embarrassment. His face is bright red, his eyes wide.
"I'll alert the safe house that you'll be arriving with a Sytharian male," he says, looking down at his comm and typing quickly. He turns on his heels, calling out behind him. "Follow me, and I'll get you in your transports."
I'm still shaky when Phial returns behind me and nudges me toward the transport ships. I'm not surprised the lie worked, but it was still a lie that we'll have to keep up. Phial's hand stays on my waist as we walk. It's a reminder that he's with me now. With me until all of this is over.