Chapter 41
Keelo
One look at Halley sitting on Eot’s knee sends me to my bedroll. There isn’t anywhere else to escape to, unless I want to hide behind another sand dune. Though now that it’s dark, that’d draw too much attention, and attention is the last thing I want for me and my cockstand.
I drag my bedroll away from Rin’s, putting some distance between us, before I kick off my breeches and bury myself in my blankets.
They smell faintly of Eot, from when he steals my bed after his turn keeping watch has ended and mine has begun.
I try breathing through my mouth. It does little to help, except now I’m imagining how his skin might taste were I to run my tongue along the sharp line of his jaw.
To make everything so much worse, Halley is perfuming.
The scent of her cunt has my mouth watering and my balls tightening.
The urge to crawl across the sand to prostrate myself at their feet is so intense I find myself grabbing at my blankets, preparing to shove them aside.
But my penchant for humiliation doesn’t extend to rejection, and I remain where I’m lying, my cock leaking against my stomach.
I grit my teeth. Maybe if I lie still for long enough my body will get the message and go to sleep. I’m tired after an exceptionally long day, for all that my veins are seemingly determined to pump the majority of my blood southward with increasing enthusiasm.
I link my hands behind my head, staring up at the sky and trying to count stars. ...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… Surely this will put me to sleep. Although from the corner of my eye, I can see Halley’s and Eot’s combined silhouettes, illuminated by the stove. It’s…distracting.
I continue counting. …eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…
“…not fair…” Halley whispers, part of her sentence audible to me.
…twenty-two, twenty-three…
Her lips are so close to Eot’s they might as well be eating each other’s faces—or how had Rin described it? Licking into each other’s mouths. Eot’s reply is too muffled, even for my straining ears.
…twenty-three, twenty-umm…
“It’s not fair that you can practically smell my thoughts,” says Halley, “when I don’t know what you’re thinking. My sense of smell isn’t nearly so strong.”
…twenty—twenty—
“I’m thinking about you.” Eot massages his lips against Halley’s.
There’s a long moment when all I can hear is their stifled breathing.
My concentration is completely fekked, and I cover my ears with the palms of my hands, blocking out all sounds.
That makes everything worse, though—not knowing what’s happening—and I shove my hands under the blankets, hoping neither of them spots me wriggling and realizes I’m still awake.
They finally break apart, and Eot catches one of Halley’s hands in his and holds it against his chest. “…fall asleep dreaming of you … wake up thinking about you. You’ve been the center of my thoughts since the first moment you pushed your way on board our ship.”
I scowl, squeezing the base of my cock to keep from coming.
Because when did Eot turn into such a wordsmith?
Wasn’t it only the other day he was making a scudding fool of himself, tipping headfirst out of his saddle in his attempt to impress Halley?
Yet tonight, with his arms around her waist and his nose filled with her scent, he’s suddenly finding the right words.
“I d-didn’t push my way on board,” Halley replies, her voice faltering.
She must be as affected by Eot’s words as I am, for her scent magnifies until the air is so thick with it that I can easily imagine how damp she must be between her legs.
“Technically, it was you who lifted me up into your spaceship.”
“And I can still remember the shape of your ass in my hands.”
Our hands. We’d been in our monstrous form then.
I stuff a mouthful of blanket into my mouth to block a moan as Halley runs her fingers through Eot’s hair. I imagine it’s my hair she’s touching. Though she wouldn’t be so gentle with me. She’d fist her hand and pull until the strands were straining against my scalp.