Chapter 6
JAY
Xan doesn’t bother with getting his clothes off, leaving his lab coat and coveralls on as he whips out his givers.
This is what I love about him. He is a man who will fuss over minor things and take his sweet bloody time, but when a pressing matter needs to be dealt with, he becomes a man of action, brushing aside everything that doesn’t immediately get the job done.
Right now, the job is making me a virgin no more, and he is not taking his sweet time or fucking around.
He spreads his pre-seed over one giver with a quick stroke, and then he guides it to the point of entry, his eyes locked on mine.
I nod once, and the both of us hold our breath when the head sinks in.
This is forbidden. This joining where pleasure is taking a back seat to pain as he fills me with every inch of his alien prick.
And, honestly, it does feel like something that should be forbidden, because I don’t appear to be built for it.
I’m overwhelmed halfway through, but I still have to ask for more.
“N-now the other one, p-please,” I stammer. “I want them both.”
It’s an insane thing to make my body adjust for without breaking it in a little more first, so I fully expect it to be hell, but Xan does that vibration thing he did with his tongue—only this time with his giver—and then my muscles are so relaxed it seems like I might be able to take them both without hating every minute.
Xan pulls back before he drives his hips forward with one giver on top of the other as the heads go in, stretching me wide open, and I feel the movements as the one on top twists around the other, fitting them together inside me.
This is fucking crazy. My hole is getting reshaped by alien dicks that are reshaping themselves. Their veins are huge, like triple the size of the ones on my dick, and as he fucks into me it feels like the tips of several tongues are licking all of my sensitive inner spots.
In a flash of heat and astonishment, I realize the onslaught of what-the-fuck-did-I-ask-for isn’t coming, and I’m flooded with pleasure instead. Pre-come trickles out of my clothed prick as it twitches, creating an obscene wet spot that matches the obscene hole in my coveralls.
If this gets any more intense, I won’t be able to last much longer, and I won’t even have to touch my dick to come.
“Are you okay, little one?” Xan asks with a pained expression.
I nod. “Do I not feel okay?”
“You are very tight, little human,” he rumbles. “Tighter than a fist.”
“Oh. Is that bad?”
He snorts, shakes his head, and leans down to kiss me very sweetly. I’m not sure what for. For being a dumb virgin, I guess?
“I’ve never felt anything like this. You are a gift that couldn’t be matched by the finest silks or diamonds.”
“So you’re saying I could make bank as a space hooker?”
“No,” he bites out. He does not like the idea of me passing this ass around for space-cash. “That is not what I’m saying.”
“You sure? ‘Cause—”
He shuts me up with a harsh kiss that makes me almost forget the sweeter one happened, and it’s followed by Xan ramming his givers into my ass so hard I slide higher up the hover chair. He’s plunging in so deep it’s like he wants to bury himself in me forever.
Yes, please do, I think, and clench around his givers, showing him just how tight I can be.
In response, he goes for my most sensitive spot like it owes him silk and diamonds, pounding away as beads of sweat form on his chest, and the veins in his forearms and neck stand out.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I groan, as pleasure tangles up inside where not-fun tension used to be, tighter and tighter, until it all falls apart in a glorious undoing.
“Fuck, Jaxus, fuck,” Xan is grunting, but I barely hear him as come coats my stomach.
I release a massive load in my coveralls, and he fills me to the brim with warm gushes of Giver seed. It feels amazing, but I can only make so much space for it before I start to think I might burst if I don’t let some of it out.
Xan doesn’t notice that I’m struggling to hold all of his seed in. He’s too busy in “I just came so hard I can die happy” land to remember I’m not built for NV joinings.
I have to lightly kick him away to save myself, and when his givers flop out of my hole, an ocean of come makes one hell of a puddle for the ship’s maintenance bot to clean up.
Xan sends it an order to bring me another pair of coveralls, and submits a request for the floor to be mopped. Numbers lets Xan know it is on the way a few minutes before the boxy little orange guy hovers into the closet, holding up the coveralls with all ten of its tiny mechanical arms.
“We will never speak of this,” Xan says, handing me the instant-healing ointment he stowed in his pocket. “And we shouldn’t be seen leaving the sickbay together, so, I’ll go first.”
“It was good for me too,” I mutter dryly. “Thanks for asking.”
Xan doesn’t say anything more. He’s back to his usual self, leaving with a stone face.
I roll my eyes at what I have to put up with, and throw on the new pair of coveralls, then tell the bot to get rid of the other ones. It gives me a polite confirmation that it understood my command, and I go, walking out of a closet I entered as a virgin.
Now, with an ass that burns, I’m walking to my room, tender and swollen in a few places because I am one joining closer to being a hybrid. And to complete the process, there is only one NV who I need to seduce.