I collapse on the bed next to her, breathing hard, my body utterly spent. The scent of sex is in the air of the small room, but all I can smell—and taste—is the musk of her cunt. I’ll be ready to go at it again within minutes, I realize, and fight back a grin. No wonder males keffing lose their minds over human females. I press a hand to my brow, trying to will my brain back to life. Feels like everything spilled out of me when I came—my seed, my rational thoughts, my life.
I’ve never had such good sex. Damn.
The bed creaks and Piper gets up. I watch her as she moves to the bathroom, and the water comes on. A few minutes later, she comes out and says nothing. She gets into bed next to me and peels the plas-film off my cock, the pouch at the end full of my seed. I go stiff for a moment, wondering if she’s going to keep it and try to impregnate herself, but she gets up and puts it into the waste compartment and hits the button to send it to recycling. Then she returns to my side and quietly mops my cock with the warm towel.
I feel as if I should say something.
A lot just happened here. More than just sex. I know from the look on her face that she experienced things she’s never felt before, and I did, too. The way she said my name…kef me. I’ve never heard anything so good. Well, except for those little sounds she was making when I drove into her, pounding as I’ve never pounded before.
Grinning, I look over at Piper as she climbs into bed. Her shift is back on, and she turns the light off, then lies down on her side.
No conversation, nothing. Just going back to sleep. I consider this for a moment, and then grab her by the hips and tuck her small body against mine, looping my arm over her protectively.
This morning, I was in jail waiting to be sent back to Haven, the worst prison planet in the galaxy. Tonight, I just had amazing, filthy sex with a female that gets prettier by the moment.
I’m going to ignore that whole “marriage and baby” thing and count today as a win. And when she snuggles up against me and her breathing evens out, I decide I should sleep, too.
I’m going to need my strength for the next round.
I wake up to sunlight streaming into the bedroom, my cock an aching bar of heat, and my body ready for another round with my frisky, delicious little human.
The bed is empty, though, and Piper’s nowhere to be seen.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes. Right. The sun is up, and farmers tend to keep early hours. I’m not much for that kind of thing, which is another strike against the whole “farming” career. I like to wallow in bed. I’d especially like to wallow in bed with Piper, and my cock’s more than ready to sink into her sweet depths again. I’d love to see that look in her eyes again when I make her come—that startled pleasure as if she never expected to be touched like this.
Maybe she hasn’t. Maybe the only touches she’s ever had are clinical and cold. I think of how quickly she rolled on her back and held her legs apart, and how she wouldn’t look at me, and it fills me with a sick sense of helpless rage. Someone was cruel to her in her past, and for that, I want to keffing hurt them.
I get to my feet, and even though the bed was cramped and small, I feel good. Amazing, really. I don’t even mind the birds chirping outside the windows. My mood’s far too pleasant. I wash up in the wash room, and put on the clothing she’s laid out for me, even though it’s all far too small. The crotch rides up, the cuffs on the sleeves are short, and they’re just clothing made for the tiniest of mesakkah—or a huge human. I make the bed before I leave the room, because it seems like the polite thing to do, and then poke my head out, looking for a familiar face and brown hair.
Piper’s in the living area, seated before the window. At first it looks like she’s at a desk, but when I approach, I see that it’s not a desk at all, but a craft station of some kind. She’s embroidering things onto an enormous length of fabric, colors and swirls added by every stitch of her needle. She’s so absorbed in her work that she doesn’t notice me approach, so I clear my throat. She immediately sits up, a hot blush on her cheeks, her gaze skimming over me before dropping. “Good morning.”