Chapter 7
Aano
The heat from Leah's body radiated against my skin as she nestled between us, her soft curves a stark contrast to my massive frame and Yahn's lean form.
In the dim light of her starship's bedroom, I could trace every perfect contour of her body, still sticky with sweat and marked with the evidence of our earlier activities.
Something wild and unfamiliar twisted in my gut—a feeling I rarely allowed myself to indulge in during missions.
But this wasn't a mission anymore, was it?
It had become something else entirely the moment we'd stumbled onto this luxury vessel with its eager, adventurous owner.
"Comfy?" I said, watching as Leah stretched like a contented feline between us, her dark curls with those striking pink streaks splayed across my chest. My hand looked almost comically large against the pale expanse of her hip, blue against cream, as I traced lazy circles there.
"Mmm," she hummed, pressing her ass back against Yahn's orange torso while her fingers played idly with my chest. "I like sleeping sandwiched between the two hottest aliens in the galaxy. You’re both so big and warm."
Yahn's laugh rumbled through the bed, his tail coiling loosely around one of Leah's ankles in what I'd come to recognize as an unconscious display of affection. "You humans and your size kink," he teased.
Despite its luxurious size, the bedroom felt intimate—the bed was still confined enough that our three bodies dominated the space.
The silken sheets beneath us were rumpled beyond salvation, and the faint scent of sex hung heavy in the air.
My blue cum stained both the bedding and Leah's inner thighs, marking her as thoroughly as any Tholkon mating ritual.
"So, does the fact that you slept over mean you're for sure taking me up on my offer to travel?" Leah asked, propping herself up on one elbow to look between us, her bright blue eyes sparkling with that dangerous mix of curiosity and recklessness.
I caught Yahn's eye over her head, seeing the same calculation there that I felt. We needed to get away from the Chokreini Space Station, but I didn't want to seem too eager.
"Oh, I don't know. What if we get fired?" I asked, grinning up at her.
"Worth it. You can find another job, can't you? If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?"
"," Yahn said. "I haven't seen my brother in months because of all of the travel." He cleared his throat. "For the construction work."
Shit, he was a bad liar.
"Ooh, we could visit him together!" Leah squealed.
"We absolutely could not," he sputtered.
Leah, gloriously oblivious to the subtext, squealed with delight and wriggled between us like an excited child being offered a trip to an amusement park.
"I've never been to Arec!" She twisted to face Yahn, pressing her naked body fully against his.
"Would they like me? What's your planet like? Is everyone there as hot as you?"
I watched as Yahn's objections melted beneath the onslaught of her enthusiasm, his expression softening as she peppered his face with quick, playful kisses. His tail unwound from her ankle to slide suggestively up her calf.
"It's... warm on Arec," he managed, darting another look at me that promised retribution. "And I suppose there’s lots to see and do."
Leah sat up fully now, the sheet falling away to expose her perfect breasts.
My mouth watered at the sight, remembering how they'd felt against my tongue.
"I could photograph the architecture! I love to see different cultural applications of design, and maybe you could learn something for your construction job.
" She bounced with excitement, apparently entirely unself-conscious about her nudity.
"You'd love the botanical gardens," Yahn said, seemingly resigned to the idea now. His hand traced idle patterns across Leah's back, his long fingers mapping her spine with practiced precision. "And the entertainment district is unlike anything on the human world."
"Will they be shocked by a human?" Leah asked, suddenly looking uncertain.
I laughed, the sound rumbling deep in my chest. "Sweetheart, if anyone's going to cause a scandal, it'll be the giant blue warrior—" I caught myself just in time, clearing my throat. "—worker that you're bringing along."
"Araced are known for their hospitality towards other cultures and races," Yahn said.
"And Tholkons?" Leah turned those brilliant blue eyes on me, her hand sliding deliberately up my thigh. "What are they known for?"
I caught her wrist, holding it firmly but gently. "Stamina," I growled, baring my teeth in a smile that made her pupils blow wide. "And thoroughness."
"You two are going to kill me," she giggled, and the pulse fluttering at her throat betrayed her excitement.
Yahn's tail had worked its way higher now, teasing along the crease where Leah's thigh met her hip, making her squirm and gasp. His eyes met mine over her shoulder, and I recognized the same dangerous hunger there that burned in my own veins.
"So it's settled?" Leah asked breathlessly, her fingers now tracing the ridged outline of my cock through the underwear I'd donned after our last round. "We're going to Arec?"
"We're going to Arec," I confirmed, my voice a low rumble as I surrendered to the recklessness of it all. "And we might as well leave now."
I watched in frank admiration as Leah slipped from between us and strode confidently across the bedroom, not bothering to cover her nakedness.
My blue cum still marked her inner thighs like exotic war paint, a vivid reminder of where I'd been earlier.
There was something almost reverent in the way she carried herself—shoulders back, hips swaying with each step—as if her body was a temple and we were the lucky worshippers granted entry.
The sight of my genetic signature displayed so brazenly on her pale skin ignited a possessive heat in my core that I rarely allowed myself to feel.
She paused at the doorway, throwing a glance over her shoulder that was pure temptation. "I'll set our course for Arec," she announced, lips curved in that mischievous smile that had been my undoing since the charity auction. "And file a flight plan. Do you need to gather your things?"
"Nah," I said, leaning back. "Worker housing is a communal thing, so we weren't allowed to bring much. It will still be in our lockers on the space station when we get back."
She laughed, the sound bright and unrestrained, before disappearing into the corridor. The pneumatic hiss of the door closing behind her seemed to punctuate her exit.
Beside me, Yahn groaned, collapsing back against the pillows. The orange glow of his skin contrasted beautifully with the deep purple of the sheets, his tail coiling and uncoiling in what I recognized as agitation.
"We're very bad people for taking advantage of Leah's slut era," he muttered, though the reproach in his voice was tempered with unmistakable amusement.
I smirked, rolling my massive shoulders in a stretch that made the bed creak beneath me. "Since when did you become the voice of reason, Wakalai? I seem to recall your tail doing some very unreasonable things about an hour ago."
His ears darkened with a flush that spread down his neck. "That's different," he protested, but without conviction.
"Is it?" I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the pleasant ache of well-used muscles. "The operation went sideways. This is a strategic retreat. Nothing more."
But something about Leah Sheffield had gotten under my skin—her unbridled enthusiasm, her genuine warmth, the way she looked at my blue skin with fascination rather than fear.
"I'm going to check on our pilot," I announced, pulling on just enough clothing to be decent—loose pants that did little to hide my semi-aroused state.
Yahn's knowing smirk followed me as I left the bedroom. "I'm going to shower. Try not to break any crucial navigation equipment," he called after me.
The corridor of the Nova was all sleek lines and understated luxury, the kind of ship that screamed "trust fund" without being tacky about it. I followed the sound of Leah's humming to the bridge, pausing in the doorway to admire the scene before me.
Leah sat naked in the captain's chair, her legs casually crossed as her fingers danced across the holographic interface of the navigation console. The harsh overhead lights bathed her pale skin in a blue-white glow, highlighting the contours of her body and the various marks our earlier activities had left. The bright blue of the stains I’d left on her thighs was a stark contrast against her creamy skin.
The bridge itself was a marvel of engineering—panoramic viewports showing the star-streaked void of FTL travel, with holographic displays showing our surrounding area, as well as maps of the galaxy.
"Like what you see?" she asked, her voice dripping with that knowing, playful tone that made my cock twitch.
"Always," I replied honestly, stepping fully onto the bridge. The door slid shut behind me with a soft pneumatic hiss. "How's our course looking?"
"Almost plotted." Her fingers manipulated a three-dimensional star chart, zooming in on the Araced system. "We'll reach Arec in about thirty-six hours, with a stopover at Space Station 5. I've never been to an outer rim planet before."
I moved closer, standing just behind her chair. From this angle, I could see the delicate curve of her neck, the way her curls fell against her shoulders, the perfect arch of her spine. My hands itched to touch her.
"Almost plotted," she said, her fingers dancing over the holographic star chart. The way she worked the controls, so precise and focused, only made me harder. I itched to touch her, to feel her warmth again.