Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Lila
“But wouldn’t destroying it wipe out half the galaxy, not to mention yourselves?”
“Yes, which is why I am grateful your family has been incorruptible up until now. I’m hoping that will continue, and from what I can tell from you, it will.
There is no deceit or hubris in you, Lila.
You will be an excellent choice to carry on the protection of the orb, but there are rumors of a faction that has been searching diligently, and they are getting closer and closer to discovering the whereabouts of the orb.
They must not get their hands on the orb. ”
“Yes, we discovered a performer, a Madovian stripper, on the circus ship, who was working for a faction called the Syndicate, and she admitted they were searching for the orb.”
Oshan shudders. “Madovians are a nasty race. Your mind becomes very primal when you assume their form. I’ve only done it once so I would have it in my database, and I really wouldn’t want to do it again.”
I lean forward. Now this is interesting information.
I’d like to pick his brain a little more, because I have not let go of my plan of assuming her form and returning to the Syndicate so we can learn more.
“Would you be able to assume that form, and then I can mimic it, or does it need to be the real thing?” I’m kind of regretting that we killed her now.
Maybe we should have held her for questioning.
“No, you will need to mimic a real one first. I asked much the same thing of the mimic who taught me everything. When they were more common, there was a school for them, and they would bring a volunteer from each race through so they could all assimilate at the same time, but then people realized how dangerous mimics could be and started hunting them, much like Skarrians with your whisperer power. It’s an age-old problem.
People are scared of others who are more powerful than them.
Mimics started appearing less and less in Skarrian society.
You are the first, or the first to be public about it, since me.
” Crap, that’s worrying. “I would suggest that you get your warlock fiancé to help you. He can trance people and then make them forget everything that has happened. I think it would be better if you made a big deal out of the fact that people made a mistake. You aren’t a mimic, just a regular Skarrian.
Maybe push the fact that you have the whisperer ability. ”
“It’s too late. The grandpas already registered me,” I tell him, and he sighs heavily.
“Well then, we can say that you are a low-powered mimic and can only assume the forms of those in your harem. That was known to happen too. Hopefully that will keep you a little safer.”
“Is it true that I am the perfect mate for any species now?” I still can’t wrap my head around this fact.
“Yes, you will be able to have babies with any race, and that baby will be born of that race. It’s why I want to introduce you to Utaz. If you had children, it would be a way to revitalize the Una race.”
I shake my head. “But it won’t really, because any child we have would still be mateless, and that would be a fate worse than death.”
His enthusiasm dims. “I’m hoping there are still some Una’s somewhere throughout the galaxy, hiding, or even another mimic who could also help repopulate. They are such a kind and gentle species, and so incredibly intelligent. They are also highly enlightened, much like the Celestians.”
“Well, I guess if we can find an Aaz’axian on Earth, then anything is possible,” I tell him, and his eyes almost bulge out of his head at my announcement.
“You found an Aaz’axian? Wow, most of them perished in the war, and the ones who didn’t fled to the ends of the earth and assumed glamours to hide. They would look at you as a breeding blessing too. All of their women died of a mysterious illness.”
“I haven’t seen Brannock again since I found out I was a mimic, so I’m not even sure he knows. I haven’t asked what became of him when we came back to Skarr. For all I know, he’s gone.”
I think back to the pretty but deadly looking man we found in the jail on Earth.
There was something that just didn’t sit right with me about his capture, and once everything else has been dealt with, I think Area 51 and Agent Smith deserve a more intensive investigation.
I do wonder what happened to him though.
Xavier said that he seemed resigned to the fact that he couldn’t return to Earth, but he wouldn’t put it past him to try.
If the Jelliads can get down there, then there must be a way.
I guess Aura would be the person to approach.
“Well, my dance card is kind of full at the moment. My poor warlock wants my memories unlocked and the intimate bond returned before we mate, which I understand, and he has been really patient. I’m not all that sure about the cats either.
Do I need to add their form to my database even though I am a whisperer? ”
“Well, not to mate them, but don’t you think it would be handy to have another animal form if you need one? If you could shift into a lightning cat, then that’s just one more weapon in your arsenal.”
His words make sense, and I think about what Maxsim and Echo look like in bipedal form—the softness of their fur, the twitchiness of their tails, and the way their ears flick back and forth on their heads when they hear things in different directions—and just like that, my body shimmers and I change.
Although I’m still in a basic bipedal form, my ears shift to the top of my head, and my skin starts to sprout blue fur.
Large fangs form inside my mouth, and my eyesight changes.
Something wiggles under my butt, and I jump to my feet.
Long talons extend from my fingers, and a growl escapes my mouth.
Holy crap, that was my tail. That scared me.
I look down my body and notice my clothes are gone, and there is a naked patch over my breasts and down to my pubic mound.
The skin is a light pale blue color, and my nipples are the same bright blue as my fur.
I yowl and swipe my hands over my naked bits, shielding them from Oshan, embarrassed to expose myself to the man, but he just chuckles and waves a hand, and the same dress-like covering Natalia used to wear covers my body.
Thank goodness for his warlock conjuring skills.
That would have been awkward if anyone had come in.
“For some reason, clothes always disappear when you change forms, so you either need to have some on hand if the race you assume needs them or have your warlock conjure them.”
“Can you use two different powers at the same time?” I ask, and it comes out all mangled due to the two new massive fangs in my mouth, but Oshan seems to understand.
“No, you need to be in the right form to access the specific powers.” With those words, he conjures a loincloth and lays it on the table in front of him, and then his body starts to shimmer.
It’s almost a mist similar to what Xavier uses to cover himself, but unlike the opaqueness of his, this one is more translucent.
I can see something is happening within the mist, but I can’t make out exactly what.
When it clears, Oshan has assumed a lightning cat form.
Much like me, he has a bare patch of skin that runs the length of his body, exposing nipples and a long, thick cock.
I quickly avert my eyes from his nakedness, and he puts on the loincloth he conjured before changing.
“So that previous form was a warlock glamour?” I ask, even though I think that’s what he said earlier.
“Yes. I don’t have glamour powers as a Skarrian, so I wear my warlock form most of the time, but that is what I look like in my Skarrian form.”
My mind whirls with all the information, and I start to crackle with agitation.
Oshan holds up his hands. “Now, Lila, think calm thoughts. Just like any new powers, it takes a little bit to get used to each individual form, and lightning cat lightning is deadly to all but other lightning cats, and then it depends on their strength.”
“Agh, this is so frustrating and overwhelming,” I whine, and he starts to purr the same kind of sound I’ve heard come from Echo before.
“Easy does it. I’m not sure what designation you will be. The cat that I mimicked was an alpha, but with your whisperer abilities, it might interfere with what form you took. Who were you thinking about when you assumed this form?”
I feel my tail twitch back and forth in agitation, and the need to move rides me hard. “Ah, uh, I guess I was thinking about both Echo and Maxsim.”
Oshan grimaces, and his cat nose wrinkles adorably. “Well, do you want to fight or fuck me?” he asks, and I recoil.
“Definitely not fuck, but I don’t really feel like fighting you either. I’m kind of indifferent. You feel more familial than anything else.”
Those words only just finish leaving my mouth when an almighty roar rips through the room, and Maxsim appears in the doorway with his fangs bared and claws unsheathed.
“Now that’s how I would expect another alpha cat to react.
” Oshan points at the agitated male who stalks into the room, followed by Echo.
Maxsim’s gaze moves between me and Oshan as a rolling growl rattles his chest and his tail flicks behind him.
Lightning crackles around his body, and my fur stands on end.
I ignore the fact that my nipples become hard and a throb develops low in my body.
An enticing scent of peppermint and fresh snow reaches my nostrils, and my mouth starts to water. I just want to rub myself all over his body.
“Ah, I see now. A mated alpha and omega. No wonder you are confused.” He quickly returns to his old man form and dresses himself again, and the rattling growl from Maxsim cuts off abruptly, though he does place himself between Oshan and me, pushing me backward with his tail until I fall into the seat behind me.
I just stare at the back of the big cat in amusement as the end of his tail caresses my leg.
Echo jumps over the sofa and joins me on it, his eyes shining with admiration as he reaches out to run his fingers through my fur.
I shudder with how good it feels and lean into him.
“Easy now, Alpha. I am not competition for Lila or your omega.” Oshan holds up his hands, trying to placate the angry cat between us.
“Lila, I would take my advice and deal with this before you go any further, but I will leave my information for you, and you can contact me at any time if you have questions.”
I’m so completely distracted by Echo and his scent of frost and crisp apples, I only send a wave of my hand at the old mimic. My tongue darts out, and I swipe it over Echo’s cheek, and he starts to purr before butting his head against mine and rubbing his cheek on my own.
“Thank you, Oshan, for everything. I’m not sure how I can repay you,” I call, finally getting my act together, not wanting to insult the man who has taught me so much.
“By meeting my son one day. That’s all I ask.” Without waiting for me to protest, he disappears from the room. Fuck! That is not good. I don’t really want to be pimped out as a baby maker, but I guess I do owe the man.
“Lila, you are such a pretty lightning cat,” Echo whispers in my ear as he nuzzles further into me.
I’m so turned on, but I’m also worried about Maxsim’s reaction if I return Echo’s affections.
This omega has slowly wormed his way into my heart, and I desperately want to lick him all over.
In fact, I push him back and clamber into his lap.
Our furry legs rub against one another, and I purr at the sensations.
“I want to kiss you, but I can’t with these.” I point to the fangs in my mouth, and he grins and pulls my mouth down to his.
“I like a little pain with my pleasure.” He nips my lips, and I feel him break the skin before lapping at it with his tongue.
“And I like the taste of blood, and yours is delicious. You can will your fangs away. Just think of your mouth as normal, and they will retreat so they are not as sharp,” he says in his rumble that hits all the right spots, and I grind down against the thick length below me.
Suddenly, there is a hand in my hair, yanking my head back.
“What are you doing to my omega?” Maxsim demands, and a whine slips out of my mouth unbidden. He leans down and clamps his teeth around my neck and bites down. He doesn’t break the skin, but I feel myself get wet, very wet, and I shudder with a rush of desire.
“Do it again, Max,” Echo orders. “She just leaked slick all over my leg. I think our pretty pussy needs a knot to ease the ache deep inside her.”
Another keening cry leaves my mouth as Maxsim does as instructed.
Echo’s hand drifts under my skirt, and he runs a finger through the wet mess I’m making on his lap.
He brings a finger up to his lips and runs his tongue over it.
I watch as his eyes roll back in his head, and he shudders as my taste coats his taste buds.
Maxsim releases the grip he has on my neck with his teeth but keeps hold of the hair on my head.
He strokes his hand over my tail as he leans in and whispers, “Do you want me to knot you, pretty little omega?” His words are a rough grumble, and I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at either of them.
I’m so indecisive. Despite the need that is riding me with a force that makes me want to beg, I don’t know where we stand.
Are we going to mate? Does he even like me?
Is Echo okay with any of this? It’s so hard to focus on anything, and a sob escapes my mouth before I can stop it. Both cats freeze.
“Oh, pretty girl, it’s okay.” Echo throws his arms around me and squeezes me tight, and I feel some of the tension in my body drain away.
“You have questions, and you need them answered before we can do this. How about we go to my nest, and we can talk about this a little more? You will feel safe and secure and more comfortable surrounded by all the lovely things, I promise.”
I’m at a loss for words, and all I can do is nod my agreement. Echo looks at Maxsim and nods his head. The big alpha cat swoops in and lifts me off the sexy omega’s lap, his nose twitching when Echo’s wet lap is exposed to the air, but Echo doesn’t look upset, instead he looks thrilled.
“You go, and I will let the others know what is happening. Hopefully they can keep the little ones entertained for a little while longer.”