Chapter 9
Zarath
My gaze darted between Dave's door and Delilah's across the hall as I wrestled with my conflicting desires. The air felt thick, charged with possibility.
Finally, I steeled my nerves and rapped sharply on Dave's door. My hearts raced as I heard movement inside. The door slid open, revealing Dave in nothing but a pair of obscenely tight sleep shorts. His green skin glistened in the low light, accentuating every ripple of his powerful muscles. My mouth went dry.
"Hey there, sexy," Dave said with a lazy grin, his eyes roaming down my body with an undeniable hunger. "What brings you to my humble abode at this hour?"
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. All I could think about was dropping to my knees and worshipping every inch of his massive cock with my tongue. Which was inappropriate, of course. Heat flooded my face as I thought about what wrestling him had felt like and imagined what it would be like to be his slave.
But Chokreini males do not engage in such acts with other males. I shoved past Dave into his quarters, my skin flushed with a wild mixture of shame and arousal.
"Whoa there, someone's in a mood," Dave chuckled as the door slid shut.
I whirled to face him, my voice coming out in a strangled growl. "Our mission begins soon. I cannot afford distractions."
Dave's eyes roamed over my body, his gaze scorching. "Oh? And what kind of distractions might those be?"
My cock hardened painfully against the confines of my suit. I paced the small room, hyper-aware of Dave's presence. "I... I am finding it difficult to focus. To maintain control."
"Sounds rough," Dave said, his tone light, but his eyes dark with hunger. "Anything I can do to help?"
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "Chokreini... we do not..." I trailed off, unable to articulate the turmoil raging inside me.
Dave bit his bottom lip, his gaze dropping to my painfully obvious erection. "From where I'm standing, it looks like you very much do."
I opened my mouth to protest, to reiterate the strict cultural norms that had been drilled into me since childhood. But the words died on my lips as Dave took a small step closer.
We stood there, silent, the air between us charged with unspoken desire. I could feel the heat of his breath, see the rapid rise and fall of his muscled chest. My own heart thundered in my ears, and I stepped closer to him, so close that I could feel his heat against my skin.
I swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Dave," I managed, my voice hoarse with need. "We shouldn't... This isn't..."
"Do you want to include her?" Dave asked suddenly, his eyes flickering towards the door.
The question caught me off guard, momentarily breaking the spell. I shook my head, fighting to clear the fog of arousal. "Delilah? No, she's far too innocent for the likes of us." I was embarrassed by the raw hunger I knew was evident in my voice.
Dave laughed, the sound low and knowing. "Oh, I'm honored to be your chosen plaything, Zarath. But I don't think our little Delilah is quite as innocent as you believe."
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "What do you mean?"
"Let's just say I know what kind of books she's been reading," Dave replied with a wink. "Our farm girl has quite the... adventurous taste in literature."
The image of Delilah, her dark eyes wide with curiosity as she pored over explicit texts, flashed through my mind. I pushed it away, focusing on the present. "It doesn't matter," I insisted. "She doesn't make sense. For us. Though it’s not like we’re a couple. And I need to concentrate on the mission." I was making very little sense.
Even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren't entirely true. Delilah had spent the entire day in the med bay, eagerly absorbing every scrap of information about modern medicine she could find. Her enthusiasm, her quick mind, her determination to learn — they were undeniably attractive qualities.
I wasn't able to finish my sentence. Dave's strong hands gripped my ass, yanking me forward. Our bodies collided, and I gasped as I felt the hard length of his cock press against mine through the thin fabric of our sleep shorts.
"Concentrate on this," Dave growled.
The heat of his body against mine was intoxicating. My skin tingled where his hands roamed, tracing patterns up and down my back.
"Dave, I..." My voice trailed off as he leaned in, his breath hot against my neck. “I don’t know what to do with touch.”
"Shh," he murmured. "Just feel."
His lips met mine, rough and demanding. The kiss ignited something primal within me, shattering my carefully constructed walls. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his broad shoulders.
Our bodies moved frantically, desperate to be closer. Dave's fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, shoving them down. I kicked them off, never breaking our kiss, and he did the same with his. The feel of his skin against mine was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Dave pulled back slightly, his lips brushing my ear. "You feel amazing," he whispered. "Can you imagine how good Delilah would feel between us?"
The image flashed through my mind — Delilah's soft curves pressed against my chest, Dave's powerful body behind her. I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily.
"The things we could do to her," Dave continued, his voice husky. "The way she'd moan for us..."
I gasped as Dave's hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft and his own, pressing us together. His silky skin throbbed against mine, hot pre-cum dripping down over my shaft.
"In my culture." Dave’s eyes locked on mine, the gold in them glowing molten with lust. "The men fuck each other as much as we want. And we fuck our woman when she needs it, letting her enjoy both of our cocks."
He squeezed us together, and I nearly lost my mind. The heat, the silky smoothness of his skin, the pulsing of his veins against mine — it was overwhelming.
"But... Chokreini males don't..." I stammered, my resolve weakening with each stroke of his hand.
Dave chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through me. "Doesn't seem like your body got that message, Zarath."
I moaned as he continued his ministrations, his copious pre-come making every movement a slick glide of pure ecstasy. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.
How could this possibly be wrong when it felt so damn good?
Dave's mouth crashed into mine again, his tongue exploring, tasting, claiming. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced — deeply passionate and oddly connected. My carefully constructed walls crumbled, leaving me raw and exposed.
I couldn't form coherent thoughts as Dave's hand worked magic on our joined cocks. My hips moved of their own accord, thrusting into his grip in perfect sync with his movements. The pleasure was all-consuming, drowning out everything else.
"That's it." Dave’s breath was hot against my ear. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
I could only nod, a strangled moan escaping my lips. My hands roamed over his broad back, marveling at the play of muscles beneath his moss-green skin. The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating.
"Zarath," Dave gasped. "I want... I need..."
"Yes," I hissed, surprising myself with the intensity of my response. "Anything."
Our mouths met again in a searing kiss as we rutted against each other with increasing urgency. The slick slide of our cocks, the friction of Dave's calloused hand, the taste of his tongue — it was all too much and not enough.
"Fuck," Dave groaned, breaking the kiss. "I'm close."
I felt my own release building, a white-hot pressure coiling low in my belly. "Me too," I panted, clinging to Dave as if he were my lifeline.
Our movements grew frantic, desperate. I buried my face in the crook of Dave's neck, inhaling his musky scent as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
I felt the tension snap as my release hit me with the force of a supernova. My cock pulsed violently, spilling hot streams of cum over Dave's hand and stomach. Dave followed a heartbeat later, his own orgasm triggering another pulse from my oversensitive shaft.
"Fuck, Zarath," Dave gasped, his body shuddering against mine. "That was..."
A soft gasp from the doorway cut him off mid-sentence. I lifted my head, locking eyes with a wide-eyed Delilah standing in the hall. Her hand was pressed to her mouth, her cheeks flushed dark as she stared at our entangled, cum-slicked bodies.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispered. "I heard noises, and I thought..."