Chapter 2
Chapter two
Logan
There were some things I’d rather not be aroused by, but there was something undeniably sexy about my sister’s husbands.
I’d come across T’ukka buried balls deep inside Cix in the corridor, while the smaller man shuddered in pleasure, making sweet little begging sounds, and I was having trouble forcing myself to look away.
T’ukka leaned forward, clutching Cix to him, and Cix’s tail whipped around his waist, holding him tight as they both were lost in the throes of their orgasm, Cix’s cock spurting cum all over his stomach.
The way he shuddered, clinging to the big purple alien who was inside him, did something to me, flipped a switch in my mind.
The scene made my dick hard, even though it was so damn inappropriate. T’ukka let out a shuddering breath and glanced at me, smiling ruefully as he pushed against his husband. “Sorry. Sometimes, we get carried away.”
“I told you we shouldn’t fuck in the hall,” Cix muttered, but his body was doing something else, pressing close to T’ukka.
“He has a little erogenous zone right under his tail. If you ever fuck a Vul, keep that in mind.” T’ukka winked as I turned away, rubbing my hands over my eyes, and stalked down the corridor.
I could not have an erection from watching my sister’s husbands fuck, it was just that I was generally hard-up.
The changes to my body, the idle time aboard this ship, everything was driving me crazy.
I subtly adjusted my dick and willed my erection to settle down a little before my meeting.
I had to stand there outside his door for a moment and calm my mind.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the Aunga’ri commander’s door, unsure if that was how you approached a door in their culture.
As thrilled as I was by what these people had done for me, I was bored out of my mind and craving something to do.
And that was why I couldn’t stop thinking about sex, not because T’ukka and Cix were so hot.
My sister had been no help, so I was hoping Commander An’Mu’ol would have some ideas.
For the past few months, I had done nothing but read and watch shows as I recovered from cancer with the help of Aunga’ri medical science.
Now I was healthy and full of energy, and I was also a head taller and a lot more purple.
The gene therapy my doctor had performed had worked miracles on my disease, but it left me unable to return to my home world, at least until relations cooled between the humans and the Aunga’ri.
Now that I stood out as some kind of hybrid of the two species, there was no way I could simply appear back on Earth and resume my old life.
The steel door slid open, and Commander An’Mu’ol stood, holding out a hand.
His grip was excessively hard as I shook it, and I wondered if that was something that crossed cultural boundaries: ridiculous handshakes as evidence of manliness.
I’d always assumed An’Mu’ol didn’t like me, but he was genial as he greeted me, if not a little reserved.
I settled in the chairs opposite his desk, feeling a little like I was at the principal’s office.
He pulled a file with my name on it up on his screen, which looked like something out of the future, but appeared to have the same functions as a human computer monitor.
“So, you’re looking for something to do?
” He scanned through the words on the screen for a moment, then looked back at me, a slight frown on his lips.
I wondered what he thought of what he saw.
My file was probably not very impressive.
Cancer got in the way of everything, including the start of my career as an FBI agent.
“I know you’re not accustomed to giving tasks to humans, but I’m bored out of my mind. I’m not used to being idle.”
He nodded. “I’m told you’re an expert in interrogation.
” I glanced around the small, immaculate room.
The only decor was a screen that displayed rotating photos of An’Mu’ol’s husband and wife, a human and another Aunga’ri.
Between my sister and the commander’s new family, love was in the air, and it made me feel a little lonely, especially if you considered that the woman I wanted was about as unavailable as you could get.
I smirked. “I wouldn’t call myself an expert, but I was a federal agent before I got sick.”
“We can’t get anything out of Cix’s brother, and we’re hoping that someone who doesn’t look so…
intimidating… might help.” He sat back and stared at me, twiddling his thumbs.
“We need to know more about how many Vul are embedded on Earth, and Cix is convinced we can turn him, but he threw a knife at T’ukka.
” He blew out a breath, and I knew why he was so frustrated.
I’d had dinner with my sister and her husbands the night before, and T’ukka had been especially cranky about the knife incident.
“Ah, so you’re saying I’m not intimidating,” I teased.
Honestly, I couldn’t stop looking at my new body in the mirror.
Even my cock had grown in size, and I was spending way too much time touching myself; skimming my hands over my strange-colored skin, working out my new muscles, and losing myself in the pleasure of stroking my big cock while watching it all in the mirror.
It was a strange, almost out-of-body experience.
My cock used to be an average size, and I had never had an eight-pack or massive shoulders before.
I wouldn’t admit to anyone how turned on I was by my new body and the changes that were happening to my sexuality.
I had no idea how the Aunga’ri people had done without sex for so long.
If anything, this procedure had fired up my sex drive.
“You’re not Aunga’ri,” he said, and it took me a minute to catch back up to the conversation. I glanced down at my hands. I didn’t look like Aunga’ri to the commander, but I might to everyone else, including a man who considered the Aunga’ri his enemies.
“Why not send Nora in?” I asked. “She seems more qualified than me.”
“She is more qualified by far. But after what happened to your sister, my wife will not go near a Vul with an active tail,” Mu’ol muttered.
“Nora is mine, and I’m not risking her. Axel and Cix already tried interrogating him, as did several of my soldiers.
” And why did I have a feeling his interrogators were assholes?
“I suppose I could give it a shot. What else do I have to do with my time?” I stood and shrugged.
“Your objective is to turn him to our side,” Commander An’Mu’ol said. “This chip will give you access to the cell and allow you to unlock the force field if necessary. Know that he has at least one other blade on him.”
“Any information that might help?”
“He’s Cix’s brother, so I suppose that makes him technically your brother-in-law.
Perhaps you can work the family angle, but he doesn’t seem to care much for Cix.
” I took the keycard with a nod, then left his office and wandered down the corridors of the spacecraft towards the brig, wondering how I was supposed to interrogate this guy and win him over.
Either way, it was more fun than I’d been having in my room aboard the space station.
The Vul soldier was pacing his cell, his tail swishing.
He looked like he might want to kick some ass, but he was beautiful, too, and I found my body responding to him the same way it did to my jerk-off sessions in the mirror.
My cock twitched, and I worried for a minute that it was obvious.
Since none of my human clothes fit, I was dressed in more of an Aunga’ri fashion, with the form-fitting black leather pants they seemed to all prefer and a soft, fitted black t-shirt, because I couldn’t quite get on board with walking around shirtless all the time.
Aunga’ri men preferred to wear leather armor or a strange set of harnesses that looked like they were meant for bondage, but were designed to carry their weapons.
The alien was orange-gold, like Cix, and his soft skin had an almost metallic sheen to it, highlighting the lean, cut muscles of his body.
I wondered what it would feel like to touch that skin.
He was wearing a pair of loose white pants and no shirt, and the pants hugged his narrow hips in a way that was undeniably sexy.
He had an elegant way of moving, sleek and strong like a wild cat, and just above the curve of his ass, a long, sleek tail drew my attention.
And of course, my mind jumped straight to trying to spot the erogenous spot below his twitching tail.
I’d been told to stay out of reach of the tail, but something about my sister’s loving connection to her husbands made me more curious than fearful.
Of course, the likelihood that this man would mark me as his was probably zero.
I let my eyes trace over his muscular legs and flat stomach, admiring everything about him.
I was in love with someone else, but this man would be fun as hell to fuck.
My urge to fuck men was new, a change that had come about with my genetic treatments.
The Aunga’ri were pansexual, genetically predisposed to mate in groups, not pairs, and I now found myself with a lot of unwanted erections as my body yearned to explore my newfound attractions.
Of course, this man wouldn’t want to play.
He hated Aunga’ri, and the genetic procedure that had saved my life had made me a little weird looking, like the love child of a human and an Aunga’ri.
The man in the cell looked at me, frowning, and I waited a moment before speaking, still studying him, allowing him to study me.
I wondered how long I’d let my mind wander to forbidden places.
“I’m Logan.” I cleared my throat. “Special Agent Logan Tsung, FBI.”
“Olzi,” he said. “Is that a human designation? You don’t look human, but also do not look quite Aunga’ri.”
“I’m half human,” I said, shoving my hands in my pockets.
“Impossible,” he snapped. “Humans have not been here for long enough for that to be true.”
“It’s more of a medical procedure situation.” I grimaced, then shrugged.
“You had a medical procedure to make you look like an Aunga’ri?” he asked, his eyes tracing over my body. “Why would you do something like that? That’s a sick version of hero worship. They’re not worth that kind of admiration.”
“Technically, it was to save my life. Being purple seemed better than being dead.” I glanced at the floor by his feet and noticed a small blade there, hidden under the corner of his bed.
The commander had warned me Olzi had already tried to kill himself.
Cix said that it was their way of managing failure, but it didn’t sit right with me.
An honorable death, they called it, but perhaps Olzi was struggling with that.
Where did he keep coming up with cutting instruments, though?
“Why trust them?”
“My sister is married to one. He seems chill. They’re also married to your brother.”
He stiffened, staring me down, his golden eyes alluring and vibrant. “I want to disown my brother for that. It’s ridiculous.”
I chuckled. “As far as I can tell, he’s their little sweetheart, doted on by all of them. Seems like a good life, though it started off with a bit of a disaster with your tail mating pricker thingy.”
Olzi paused, frowning, and stared me down. “What do you mean?”
I backed off, because now there was something hungry in the little alien’s eyes. “Give me the knife, Olzi. We do not wish to see you dead. And I don’t think you want to die.”
“What do you know of that?” he hissed.
“Oh, believe me, I know a lot about desperation.”