Epilogue
Tavryn
“Tav, babe, ngh!”
The way Banjo groans my name is more beautiful than anything I’ve ever heard. I lean down, nearly folding him in half as I thrust into him. The shift in position allows me to sink even deeper, and now both of us are groaning.
“Think you have another one in you?” His first release is painted across his stomach, recent enough that his cock hasn’t completely softened. I’m optimistic I can milk another one out of him…if I don’t get distracted.
Banjo, as usual, shakes his head. He really should know better by now. I can always get another orgasm out of him.
“Oh, darling, you’re going to regret that.” I expect him to whine or writhe, but instead he grins at me, like he knew I was going to say that. Like he wanted me to say that.
Someone is getting too bold for their own good.
I drag my tail through the cum on his stomach as I continue to pound into him. I press the tip past Banjo’s parted lips. He sucks it into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, eagerly licking up every last drop of his release like the good boy he is.
“You love that, don’t you?” I growl. My tail slips in further until Banjo gags around it. “Of course you do. A greedy cockslut like you just loves being filled from both ends.”
Banjo groans his agreement, the sound muffled around my tail. I focus all my energy into chasing my own release as Banjo continues to nurse my tail. It doesn’t take long. How could it, when he looks this gorgeous, all splayed out and taking both my tail and my cock at the same time?
I shout Banjo’s name as my orgasm washes over me, my hips stuttering as I fill him with my seed. Another small spurt of cum dribbles from Banjo’s cock to join the rest of the mess on his stomach.
I was right.
Just like I always am.
Once I’m certain we’re both completely sated, I slide my tail out of Banjo’s mouth. He takes in a heaving breath, laughing on the exhale.
“Dang, babe, I thought I’d at least get through a couple of songs ‘fore you jumped me,” Banjo teases. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me down so we’re flush. I wrinkle my nose as his sticky release squishes between us. Gross, but I’ll live. Cuddling Banjo is worth dealing with his mess.
“You were naked,” I remind him.
Banjo laughs again. It’s less breathy this time. “You knew I was gonna be naked. That was part of the bet, ‘member?”
I hum, nuzzling between his pecs. I remember. “Looks like you’ll just have to finish up later.”
“You gonna jump me again after one song?”
I smirk up at him. What can I say? Banjo looks good when he’s performing. It’s his happy place. And seeing him happy does it for me. “Are you complaining?”
Banjo shakes his head. “Nope, you ain’t gonna hear a peep outta me.” He tugs me up for a soft kiss. “I love you, babe.”
“You better.”
Six months. Banjo has said he loved me every day for the last six months, and it still makes me melt every single time. I can’t wait to hear him say it again tomorrow. If I’m lucky, I might even get another one out of him today.
We stay wrapped up in each other for a few more minutes before the stickiness becomes too much for me. “I’m going to clean up,” I say as I roll off Banjo. “Are you hungry? We have that shipment.”
It’s our first shipment from Earth since Banjo decided to stay.
By now, I’ve got the operation down like a well-oiled machine.
Neither of us has to actually get off the ship, so we’re technically not breaking any laws.
We just lower a platform for my human contact to load with the goods, and then we’re off before the UFO even knows we’re there.
Banjo gasps, jerking up. “Yes!” He’s out of bed and tugging on a pair of loose pants before I even realize what’s happening. “I’ve gotta give you your surprise!”
I stare at him, brow arched. I let Banjo be in charge of the things we ordered from Earth. Some of it is requests—from both Oliver and Mary—but Banjo apparently picked out some things for himself. I have a feeling I don’t want to know what he asked for. “Should I wait?”
“Naw, go clean up. I gotta have time to find it in the crates anyway.” Banjo blows me a kiss before disappearing into the cargo room.
I expect him to be waiting for me on the couch when I finish showering.
He isn’t.
“Banjo?” I call, pulling my hair down as I walk into the cargo hold. I freeze when I see Banjo standing there, leaning against a rather large and rather angry looking human.
“I didn’t think the two of you were ever gonna finish,” the human huffs. His eyes are wide and bloodshot, but they don’t waver as they focus on me. Sweat trickles down his forehead, glittering against his dark brown skin.
Brown skin streaked with gold.
Stells speaks to me through my translator. “Captain, I believe that’s Chase Williams, the human husband of the Aelgeahan prince.”
I nod ever so slightly to acknowledge I heard her. It has to be. He matches the description and picture perfectly. The one right under “Galaxy’s Most Wanted” and right above “Kill on sight.”
“The bounty is up to two and a half million credits,” Stells informs me. Credit signs flash before my eyes. With that kind of money Banjo and I could…
Well, we could do anything we wanted.
It’ll be the easiest score I’ve ever made.
“Tav,” Banjo whimpers, drawing my attention back to him. He doesn’t move. He just stands there looking at me with big, pleading eyes.
And that’s when the other human reveals what he’s been hiding behind Banjo’s back. A gun. A gun that is now pressed to Banjo’s still-sweaty curls. Panic surges through me, though it’s quickly burned away by pure, unfiltered rage. How dare this human come onto my ship and threaten my mate?!
Thank the stars his bounty is only paid out for his death, because I’m most certainly going to kill him.
I take a step forward, freezing again when the gun cocks. There’s too much distance. There’s no way I can reach Banjo before the human fires. At this close range, there’s only one outcome if that happens.
Luckily for my pretty little human, I have many tricks up my sleeve.
“Ready on your signal, Captain,” Stells tells me. I slowly curl my hand into a fist, a silent signal for her to wait. Let’s see what Chase has to say for himself.
It’s only proper to give him his last words. And I want to know how he got on my ship.
The human licks his lips, adjusting his hold around Banjo’s waist. I’m going to rip that hand off of him and shove it down his throat for touching what’s mine.
Then I’ll finish the job. Slowly. “Here’s the deal.
You’re going to take me to Agoreius, or I’m gonna see if your boyfriend still looks this cute without a head. ”
I can’t keep myself from smirking as I tap two fingers against the heel of my hand, giving the go ahead to Stells. This human may think he’s in control, but he’s not.
I am.
I always am.