She thinks she can warn me off. Little does she know.
I slide my hand down Ruth's flank, caressing the rounded swell of her backside. "We'll stop in occasionally at a few of the stations. Fuel, restocking our food, scrapping whoever attacks us next, whatever. I'll make it look like a regular supply run. When we're there, I'll make sure to drop the fact that I've married a human. The crew can do the same. Eventually it'll get back to my mother, and once it does, I imagine it'll get back to my uncle, too. We take out two ships with a single blast—piss off my family and notify the one we need to."
"Sounds good to me." She brushes her lips against my chest, and I am suddenly no longer thinking of my mother. "Let's not cut our beach vacation short just to get married, though. We'll have the honeymoon first, and then we'll have a ceremony. Sound good?"
So she likes the beach? I am pleased. I feel like I've done something right when I make her happy. I turn her onto her back, delighted in how boneless and sleepy she looks. I press a kiss to the tip of one breast and then slide lower. "Can I lick your cunt again?"
"Mmm, babe. You know the answer to that is always, always yes." Her hand glides over one of my horns.
I rub my face against her lower belly, breathing in her musky scent. Kef me, I love everything about her. I love her soft skin, the thatch of curls between her thighs, the flushed folds of her cunt, the noises she makes. I—
The computer chirps, interrupting us. "Lord Straik, you have a message from the bridge," the AI calls cheerily. "Shall I patch it through?"
Ruth and I groan in unison. "Tell Aithar to kef off," I call out, and push Ruth's thighs apart. "I'm busy!"
There's a long pause, and then the AI chirps another notification. "Lord Straik, you have an urgent message from the bridge. Shall I patch it through?"
I press my forehead to her stomach, fighting back frustration. Ruth chuckles, her hand scratching lightly at the stubble on my scalp. "Go ahead and answer."
"What?" I snap, calling out to the intercom. "I'm with my mate, Aithar. What is it?"
"We have an unknown ship approaching, my lord." Aithar's voice is calm and unruffled, as if my bad mood means nothing to him. "The crew is returning to the ship for battle readiness."
I groan, getting to my feet. Ruth sits up, and I immediately push her back down in the bed and tug her thighs apart. Before she can push me away, I tongue her cunt, hard and fast, and I'm rewarded with a quiver and a gasp. "You stay here," I growl to her. "I won't be long. And then I'm going to give you a proper licking."
Ruth shivers on the bed, grinning. "Hurry back."
Everyone in this universe has rotten keffing timing, I grumble to myself as I adjust my aching cock and find a pair of trou to wear. Time to take care of business and hurry back to my quarters.
I've got a wife to pleasure. The thought makes me grin.
75
Three Months Later
RUTH
"And do you remember what this symbol is?" Aithar asks, pointing at one of the dozens of buttons on his comm panel.
I want to consult the notes I have scribbled on my data-pad Straik set up for me, but I also don't want Aithar to think I'm an idiot. He's been so patient, showing me the controls over and over again that I feel like I should be learning faster. Even so, it's a struggle to keep up because I don't know the language or the ship, and it ends up being a lot all at once. "Is it for terminating the call?"
"It's to send it to the AI." He gives me a sympathetic look. "You remember why some comms go to the AI, right?"
That part I remember. "It can mimic voices and uploads a virus if we push the little red button and type in a command." Apparently the best defense is sometimes corrupting the other guy's comm records and forcing him to restart his entire comm circuit. It wipes our information from their system and sends a clear “do not fuck with us” message.
"Exactly!" Aithar beams at me. "You're doing great, Ruth."
"Doesn't feel great," I mutter. "I wish I was learning faster."
"You'll get there." Aithar seems confident. He sits back in his chair on the bridge, relaxing as he teaches me what's supposed to be the easiest job on the ship. "Plus, you've got a lot going on."
I snort, and he laughs. We both know that I don't have that much going on. It's a polite way of Aithar saying that I get distracted a lot because Straik, my now husband, loves to distract me. In the three months that we've been here on Jirri IV, I don't think I've gotten a single straight uninterrupted afternoon at the comm with Aithar. Something always comes up. Either we have more bounty hunter visitors, or the scrappers are arriving, or Straik wants to go swimming together. Or Straik wants us to go eat dinner together. Or Straik just wants me to sit on his face for a few hours.