Chapter 5
I strode down the gleaming corridor of our starship, the Voyager, wondering where Zarath had disappeared to. I shook out my wings, irritated by his tendency to vanish without checking in with me. We were supposed to be teammates at work, but he didn't act like that.
Despite this annoyance, I tried to maintain a positive attitude and give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Slow down, jackass. Some of us aren't eight feet tall," Hana snapped at me. She was a new addition to our crew, but I had known her for some time. Or rather, I knew her two husbands. Voa and Corvu were Aikkoan and had been involved in the same drug smuggling debacle that had brought me halfway across the galaxy and into an unexpected career.
Hana had been working as a police officer on the case and had fallen head over heels for both Voa and Corvu, becoming their kana within months. After everything we went through with Chump Prui, I'd been surprised they were so willing to open up to another woman. But I liked Hana, and I liked her grandfather even more. It was Harold who convinced them all to join Bodyguards in Space with us.
She often clashed with Zarath. Both of them thought they were in charge, which was extra funny because I was the one in charge. I was the one who dealt with commands and orders from the Bodyguards in Space headquarters.
"Explain to me again how one 'accidentally' kidnaps someone," she said.
I ran a hand through my hair, holding back a frustrated sigh. "It wasn't planned. Zarath just grabbed her and claimed she showed signs of overdosing."
"Overdose? If she's part of that Pure Path cult. I bet she's never even had a latte, let alone hard drugs," Hana interjected. "Where is Zarath anyway?"
"Gone," I replied with a shrug. "Probably in his room, but he's not responding to coms."
Hana rolled her eyes. "Convenient."
"I'm sure he has his reasons." I felt a prickling sensation on my skin, but I pushed it aside. I didn't need to explain my suspicions to Hana — that the potential Serenity9 overdose had affected Zarath more deeply than he wanted to admit. Whatever drove Zarath's obsession with the drug ran deep — deep enough for him to be fired from the elite IUC security forces and still willingly take up a lowly bodyguard job. But I had more pressing matters to attend to — namely, the beautiful human woman currently staying in our guest quarters.
"Actually, I don't mind the delay," she murmured, taking a step closer. "I'm still processing everything I've learned today. And I don't think returning home is the right solution at this moment."
"Well, you're welcome to hang out in your room or come down to the common spaces. There's a galley, a lounge, and a gym at the end of the hall. Just turn right out of your door."
"Will you show me?" she asked.
"Of course." I turned towards the door, pressing the button. "We have a two-day flight at FTL speeds to get to the client's location. That's why we didn't have time to charge the shuttle and take you home. All of your needs will be taken care of, because this is our fault, so please let me know if there's something we need to do. You should have plenty of time to settle in and maybe even read some books while we travel. I'm not sure what's the best way to recover from...um…"
"Your friend called it brainwashing," she said, smiling wryly.
"That's a possibility. But maybe you were just…misinformed?"
She nodded, her eyes darting around the ship as I opened the door to the lounge which contained plush chairs, games, and a large viewscreen. There was also a shelf of paper books at one end, including some from Earth that Harold had brought for when he reached his screen time limit. She started towards them and I followed, but accidentally crashed into her when she turned suddenly to face me.
Her gaze dropped to my chest before meeting my eyes again. "I was reading a book last week that I shouldn't have had."
"Ah," I said, unsure of where she was going with that.
She reached up and placed her palm on my bare chest, causing me to shiver. "That book was fiction, but it's the only thing today that feels real. And it's made me realize that I may want to experience being impregnated by an alien."
My breath caught in my throat. She pressed closer, her soft curves brushing against my chest. The scent of her — something floral and earthy — filled my senses. My mind couldn't help but wander to the different beings I had encountered over the years who were intrigued by Aikkoan anatomy.
"Be careful, darling," I whispered into her ear, leaning in close. "You might not know what you're getting yourself into. Aikkoan breeding is not for the faint-hearted."
I felt her tremble against me, her breath hot against my neck. "I'm not afraid. I want to experience everything."
My wings twitched, longing to wrap around her. But I held back, knowing how overwhelming this all must be for her. "You're playing with fire, Delilah," I cautioned, my voice low and husky. "Perhaps a slower approach would be wise."
"I'm done being wise," she hissed. "I followed everything they said. Did everything they wanted. And where did it get me? A dead best friend and a throne of lies?"
"Dead best friend?"
"It turns out that people who believe in prayer over technology are not very good at keeping their sick loved ones alive. And what do they know about science or what heals people? They think the Earth is flat! I saw it out the window, how could they think that?"
I chuckled softly. "That is a strange belief."
"Well," she murmured, tugging on the tie that held her bodice closed. "I'm done believing. I just want to feel."
"You could feel things by going for a snack. Taste the flavors of the galaxy?" I could feel my impulse-control deserting me. My people weren't known for making good decisions when it came to sex.
"No. I want to feel you. Your body. Your... anatomy. What do you say, Dave? Can you make me feel the things the women in my books feel?"
I couldn't resist any longer. My libido surged, and I crushed my lips against hers, savoring her soft gasp of surprise. Delilah responded instantly, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she pressed her body flush against mine.
"Fuck," I growled, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down her neck. My hands found her hips, gripping tightly as I lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I shoved her skirt out of the way, marveling at the smoothness of her brown thighs.
Delilah whimpered, her lips finding mine again as I deepened the kiss. My tongue explored her mouth, tasting a sweetness I'd never experienced before. Her enthusiasm was intoxicating, though there was a raw, almost clumsy quality to her movements that made me wonder if she had done this before. Or maybe this was just how humans kissed. I groaned, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. Part of me wondered if this was wise – she was human, after all, and I'd never been with one before. But the way she writhed against me, making those little needy sounds... it was driving me wild.
"Are you certain about this?" I asked, giving her one last opportunity to back out.
In response, Delilah ground her hips against mine, eliciting a growl from deep within me. "I'm sure," she breathed. "Please, Dave. I need you."
I couldn't resist her plea. My wings unfurled, enveloping us in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. I slid my hand between our bodies, fingers tracing the soft skin of her inner thighs.
"Oh!" Delilah gasped, her eyes widening.
"Is this okay?" I murmured, pausing my exploration.
She frantically nodded. "Yes, yes... please don't stop."
Encouraged, I continued my gentle exploration, marveling at the differences in human anatomy. When my fingers found her wet center, I couldn't help but groan. "You're so soft," I whispered against her ear.
Delilah whimpered, her hips rocking against my hand. "Dave," she panted, "I've never felt anything like this."
I grinned, my thumb brushing against a small, sensitive nub near her entrance. The reaction was immediate – Delilah's head fell back, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips.
"Oh god," she moaned. "What... what is that?"
"Something good, I presume?" I teased, circling the spot again.
Her nails dug into my shoulders. "Please," she begged, her voice raspy with desire. "Dave, I... I need you to breed me. Fill me up."
Her seductive words sent a surge of heat through my body. I slid two fingers deeper inside her, carefully stretching her open. "We might be getting carried away," I cautioned, though I did nothing to stop it.
"Are we?" Delilah pulled me closer, our lips meeting in a desperate kiss. Even as I told myself we should slow down and discuss the implications of what we were doing, I couldn't resist her beauty and eagerness. As an Aikkoan, my libido was often strong and overwhelming.
"Dave," she whimpered against my mouth. "Can I see you?"
"Good girl, asking so nicely." I nuzzled her neck, moaning softly as I shifted my hips back and unzipped my pants to release my aching cock. Delilah's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her lips parting in a soft gasp.
"It's... so big," she breathed, writhing with obvious desire. "Please, I want you inside me. I want you to breed me like in the stories."
I chuckled despite the intensity of the moment. "Easy there, beautiful. I'm on birth control so there will be no actual impregnation. But if you want to play at breeding..." My voice trailed off as nipped her throat. "I can definitely fill you up and fuck you hard, let you know what it feels like to have an Aikkoan's cum deep inside you."
Delilah nervously bit her lip, her eyes dark with desire. "Okay," she whispered.
The rawness in her voice nearly undid me. I gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as I positioned myself at her entrance. With a groan, I thrust forward, buried deep inside her in one rough movement.
Delilah cried out, her body tensing around me. I froze, fully buried in her tight heat, torn between the overwhelming need to move and sudden concern.
"Delilah?" I panted, searching her face. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Are you too small?"
She took a slow breath, looking up at me, eyes wide.
I swallowed hard, my worry battling against the intense sensation of her body gripping mine. "Lilah?" I repeated, my voice gruff. "Talk to me, beautiful. Are you alright?"
She moaned softly, fluttering open her eyes to meet mine. "I'm... okay," she whispered. "It's just... this is my first time."
My breath caught in my throat as the realization hit me like a punch to the gut. "You're a virgin?" I gasped, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as her body shuddered around my shaft. "Damn it, Delilah, I... I had no idea. I went too fast, too hard."
Guilt and arousal battled within me as I started to pull back, an apology forming on my lips. But before I could withdraw, Delilah's hands flew to my ass, holding me tightly and urging me deeper.
"No!" she whimpered. "Don't stop. It... feels better now. Please, Dave, don't stop." Her gaze locked onto mine, filled with a mix of innocence and raw desire that made my cock pulse with need. "I want you to take me. Fill me up with your release. I... want to know what it's like to feel you dripping down my thighs when I walk."
The image her words evoked sent a surge of lust through me. I groaned, torn between the urge to be gentle with her and the primal desire to claim her completely.
"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice strained. "I don't want to hurt you, Lilah."
She nodded, grinding her hips against mine. "I'm sure."