Out of this World - Part 6 [Sexy Alien Space Babe TG]

Commissioned Anonymously 

Chapter 3

“Oooooohhh…Oooohhhh…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it.”

“Yes, fuck, don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Mmmm, get back to it, Mal…”

“Mmmmmppfff…”

Mal returned to licking at Zara’s clit, swirling her tongue as she lay spread eagle on the cargo bay floor. Mal was on his hands and knees, eating her out while Raymond ploughed in and out of her wet pussy. The sounds echoed around the open room despite being packed tight with boxes. It was his first-ever threesome, and it was electric. Mal wondered if this had been Zara and Raymond’s plan from the beginning when they had finished their shift and shown up at his door with a bottle of whiskey. They’d said they wanted to drink in the cargo bay as usual, but they hadn't even gotten halfway through the bottle before the petting started. He’d had a wonderful afternoon with Kris, but this was something else. It felt so good to not hold back anymore.

Zara came in his mouth, soaking his lips with juices as Mal shuddered and Raymond followed suit, three orgasms as close to simultaneous as possible. Fuck, that was hot. If there was even a tiny part of him that still missed being human, it was gone now. Not when this was his life. Raymond pulled out, and the three of them sat up on the cold cargo bay floor, warming the metal with their naked bodies as they finally stopped to catch their breath. Raymond grinned.

“Screw working at one of those hotels, this is better. Holy crap.”

“I’ll say,” Mal replied. “I won’t be needing those heat blockers after all.”

“Heat blockers?”

Zara sat up with a quizzical look on her face. 

“Expensive pills that can stop me going into heat, or at least lessen the effects,” Mal explained. “I was going to get some at Carme, but now we can just use any extra money for repairs. We’ll be in the green again, and you can finally stop stressing about repairs.” 

“Sex Goddess and ship saver, how did we ever survive without you?” 

Zara snuggled into Mal’s side and the two of them giggled. Zara hadn't bought up the whole being mates thing again yet, maybe she was wisely keeping it off the table until his heat was over. Something Mal was thankful for, he wanted to make that decision with a clear mind. Right now, all he wanted to think about was the beautiful, naked body pressing against his own and the taste of Zara’s lips and he leaned down to kiss her, only for the sweet moment to be interrupted by a snore from Raymond. He was lying flat on his back against the floor, fast asleep. Zara rolled her eyes.

“Men, utterly hopeless.” 

“Leave him, we can have our own fun.” 

Mal pulled Zara to her feet and spun her around, fondling her breasts while pressing her own into the woman’s back. Zara leaned back into the touch, moaning as Mal played with her nipples until they were both wet and ready. Zara braced herself against one of the crates and Mal pressed a finger between her legs, drinking in the sounds and she started to thrust her whole body against Zara’s, forcing the fingers deep inside. His own clit crushed against the knuckles of her hand as she humped and Mal moaned. He was going so hard that the lid of the crate slid off from the force of his thrusts and suddenly, Zara froze, silent.

“Zara?” Mal murmured through his haze of arousal. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Mal, what's that?”

Mal’s heart sank and for the first time in almost a week, his arousal hit zero. He withdrew his fingers and followed Zara’s eyeline, and they landed on a familiar little bag. The turbulence had knocked the contents of the crate loose; fabric spilled around, and the carefully hidden pouch he’d placed inside had shuffled to the top. His heart turned to ice as she reached inside and slowly opened it, tiny little pills sparkled and she shut it almost immediately. Her eyes moved to him and his face and empathic aura betrayed him immediately. 

“Zara, I—” he began, but she cut him off.

“What the hell is this, Mal?” she demanded, her voice trembling with barely contained anger. 

“I can explain—”

“Explain?” she repeated, her voice rising. “Explain what? That you’ve been sneaking illegal drugs onto my ship? That you’ve put this crew, our ship, and everything we’ve worked for at risk?”

Mal took a few steps away, holding up his hands defensively. 

“Zara, I didn’t have a choice. We need the money for repairs and I…I thought I needed those heat blockers. They’re so expensive and I really did try to get enough the legal way!”

“Don’t,” she snapped, taking a step back, growing the chasm between them. “Don’t you dare use that as an excuse. We’ve been through worse before without resorting to this. You could have come to me, we could have found another way. If you had just been honest about your heat from the beginning instead of trying to sneak around, we would have found this solution earlier!”

“I was embarrassed! This…this is new for me. Okay, I know that seems hard to believe, but it is.”

Zara huffed and looked away, eyes cold and devoid of any of the warm feelings there a few minutes ago. 

“I really don't know anything about you,” she whispered. “I gave you the benefit of the doubt, I didn’t ask about your past, I didn't want to force you, but now…now I think that was a mistake.”

Mal felt the weight of her words like a physical blow. He’d spent so much of his life as a bottom feeder, Haven was going to be his second chance. He’d vowed to himself that he was done and in a way, he’d promised Zara too. But here he was, right back in the muck he’d tried so hard to crawl out of.

“I’m sorry,” he said, the words sounding hollow even to him. “I didn’t want to do it, but I saw no other way.”

“There’s always another way, Mal. You just didn’t trust me enough to find it. You didn’t trust us.”

She turned away from him, her shoulders stiff.

“I have to think about the crew, the ship. I can’t have this kind of risk on board. If this gets out...”

“I’ll get rid of it,” Mal said quickly, desperate to fix the mess he’d made. “I’ll take the bag, drop it at the next port, no one will ever know.”

“It’s too late for that,” Zara said quietly. “The fact that you even considered it... that you accepted it...How can I know you won’t do it again? Hell, you’ve probably got Haven marked down in somebody’s black book. They’ll approach us again! Hell, they might even blackmail us into doing bigger deliveries! Just this amount could get us blacklisted in some ports!”

Mal knew it was true. He had to fix this. He’d lived that life, he knew how to fix this. He just had to prove it.

“Zara, I swear to you. I won’t let you or your ship sink because of me. I’ll fix this. I’ll get rid of it, and the credits too if that’s what it takes. It’ll be like this never happened.” 

Zara sucked in another breath and grabbed her clothes, dressing quickly with sharp, angry motions. 

“Fine. But if this gets out, if you get caught…I’m not standing up for you. I didn't know anything about this. You won’t mention it to anybody else on board either, understand?”

“...I understand.”

She stormed past and Mal shivered feeling her rage and betrayal wash over him like a tidal wave. 

“Raymond and Kris can help you through the rest of your heat. I’m done.”

Somehow, that hurt more than any laser or knife wound he’d ever received. 

~

There was a sense of deja vu that washed over Mal as he walked down the ramp at Carme. The rest of the crew knew something was up between him and Zara, but they were too smart to mention it. Thanks to the last few days of constant sex his heat was under control, enough that the low-lying arousal would be easy to ignore for the next few hours while he got the job done. The little pouch hidden in his bag felt oddly comfortable. He remembered the first time Murdeek had him do something like this; he’d been a kid basically, barely fifteen. He’d been sweating bullets, and it never got easier. He’d always felt nervous doing this sort of thing, maybe that was why he never moved up the ranks. But now, he felt calm. Not because he was sure this was going to go well, but because the alternative simply wasn't an option. 

He found the red air vents at the edge of the docking bay, hidden behind old ships and crates that hadn't moved in months. Their crew on extended shore leave or some other long stop. Nobody was around.  It was the kind of place you’d only find if you knew where to look, and Mal knew it well—too well. 

He crouched down by the vent, pried it open, and slid the bag inside. He was supposed to disappear now, blissfully thinking he was done until that guy showed up again in a few months. He wasn’t about to let that happen. He stepped back into the shadows a few feet away; and waited. The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. His mind replayed the argument with Zara over and over, her hurt and betrayal cutting deeper than any knife. He couldn’t erase what he’d done, but he could make sure it never happened again. This was the last time he stepped foot into Mallory’s life, from this day onwards he would be Mal’thas in full. No more smuggling, no more human life; just him, his crew and his new home. Which he prayed he’d be able to stay when Zara knew they were safe. 

Mal’s muscles coiled as he heard footsteps coming. An unassuming man in a station jumpsuit appeared and began checking the vents with practised precision before he found the bag and smiled. It was now or never; Mal stepped out and cleared his throat. The man froze, his hand hovering over the vent. He looked up, startled, as Mal moved closer. He held himself up to his full Sedun height and let his tendrils flare out menacingly. 

“Who the hell are you?” the man demanded, though there was a quiver in his voice.

Mal smiled, this guy was low-level, just a patsy judging by the jumpsuit. He probably wasn’t even part of any gang, just a middle man like they wanted Mal to be now. 

“I’m the girl who’s about to tell you that this is the last time you, or anyone like you, comes near my ship.”

The man puffed up a little in the chest, clearly trying to be a big, tough guy. Maybe he even had ambitions of climbing the underbelly ladder, fool. 

“You think you can just walk away? You made a deal, and you don’t get to back out now. I know the fella who gave this to you, it’s his call and if he decides you’re on the roll now-”

“You’re going to tell him, in no uncertain terms, that we are not. And if he even thinks of blackmailing us. He won’t live to regret it.”

Mal stepped closer, his posture relaxed, but his movements had a dangerous edge. The tendrils swirled around his body, and he let his voice drop an octave, taking on a husky, half-seductive, half-threatening tone. 

“Here’s how it’s going to work. You take that bag, and your credits and you forget you ever met me, ever knew anything about the Haven.”

“You think you can scare me? You’re just some Sedun whor-”

Mal moved in a flash, slamming the man against the wall, his forearm pressing hard against the man’s throat. The sudden, violent movement took the man completely off guard, and his bravado crumbled in an instant as Mal’s tendrils threatened to coil around his face.

“Listen here, you station gutter trash. I am not messing around. Do you think all Sedun are sweet, little submissive things?” Mal hissed, his face inches from the man’s. “I’ve done things that would make you piss yourself, and I’ve got nothing to lose if you push me. So be a good boy and take this one chance to walk away. Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure you’re the one who disappears instead of that bag.”

 “Alright, alright,” he gasped, eyes wide and terrified. “I get it. I’ll tell him... I’ll tell him to stay away.”

Mal held him there for a moment longer, letting the fear sink in, before releasing his grip. The man staggered back, coughing and rubbing his throat, his eyes never leaving Mal’s. 

“Good,” Mal said, his voice returning to its calm, cold tone. “I’ll be leaving now.”

He turned and walked away, forcing the smile off his face as his hips swayed confidently as he did so. He’d never been brave enough to talk like that but something about this body made things so much easier. It was almost a shame he was giving up his life of crime; he might actually be good at it now if he tried. He could hear the man scampering away in the opposite direction, his fear still tingling the air. The trip back to the ship felt that confidence drain away; it was one thing to confront a patsy in a dark corner of the station, it was another entirely to face Zara.

“It’s done,” Mal said softly as he stepped onto the bridge. 

Zara was alone. Raymond was probably off on the station looking for something fun to spice up their nightly activities, hoping it would diffuse the tension between the captain and her clerk.  

“How can you be sure?” Zara asked, her voice hollow.

“I can’t.” He admitted. “But I have done everything in my power to make sure nothing like this will ever happen again.”

Zara turned and her eyes bored into Mal’s own. 

“I believe you.” She sighed before punching the wall. “Dammit, why do I believe you?”

“Because you know me, not the fine details, but you know who I am; maybe better than I know myself.”

“I get the sense those fine details could get us in a lot of trouble one day. Am I right?”

“Maybe. Hopefully not, but I’m not going to lie to you. Not again.”

Zara ran a hand through her long blonde hair and sighed; she looked so tired. It made Mal’s heart ache in a way it never had before. All he wanted was to hold her and make everything alright. He’d never felt that way about somebody before. 

“You can stay,” Zara said after a moment and Mals’ shoulders sagged with relief. “But if something like this happens again, you’re out on your fabulous ass.”

“You think my ass is fabulous?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at you.”

The smile that had started to form on his face fell, he’d hoped, naively, that things would just go back to the way they were now. Instead, all he had was an underlying tension in the air that would probably take some time to go away. 

“Zara.” He said after a moment, “I think…I think I should tell you everything. The truth about how I got here and my past. I think the whole crew should know. Then you can decide if I am allowed to stay.”

Zara hesitated for a moment before simply nodding.

“Dinner tonight. Tell us then, I want a few hours to cool off. Go to Kris or Ray if you need…you know.”

Mal blushed.

“The heat is starting to wind down, I think but thank you for not telling them about this. I know they’d have left me high and dry.”

“It wouldn’t have killed you but…it would have been cruel.”

Mal smiled sadly. 

“I don’t deserve you, Captain.”

“No, right now I don't think you do. But maybe in the future you will.”

~

The crew all sat around the table, silently picking at the dinner Zenk had made. The tension between Zara and Mal had lessened, but it was still palpable in the air. The only one who seemed comfortable at all was Dr Vrylix, who was simply too old to let himself get caught up in this sort of drama anymore. He sipped his tea and ate jovially, occasionally eyeing Mal and the captain as if silently prompting them to get on with it so everybody else could do the same. Mal grit his teeth; he knew it was time to tell his new crew the truth but that didn’t make it easy. Somehow, he swallowed the thick lump in his throat and cleared it.

“I have something I need to tell you all.”

“Again?” Raymond raised his eyebrows, “is your heat getting worse cause I volunteer to help you out whenever and wherever, babe.”

“Raymond, don’t call your colleague, babe.” Zara snapped. 

“Outside of sex, you mean?”

“Ray. Seriously. Shut up.”

For once, the pilot did as he was told. Mal took another deep breath and kept going.

“I know you all have questions about me; why I’m not like other Sedun, why I don’t actually know a lot about my own species or culture…where I was before this job.”

The group nodded.

“And you’ve all been patient with me. I appreciate that nobody has ever asked me to tell them more than I wanted. The truth is, my name isn’t really Mal’thas, well, it is now. Legally speaking, but before I joined this crew. It was Mallory…and I was a human. And…male.”

After getting over the significant details, talking got easier. He gave them the briefest overview of his life back on Callisto station, getting caught up in gang life early on, staying a bottom feeder and a thug for most of his life until that fateful night when he failed Murdeek and got transformed. Kris had frozen with his mouth open, Raymond as well, even Zenk seemed surprised. Though he still didn’t speak, his craggy eyebrows raised, which was the emotion Mal had ever seen from him. 

“So…there. Now you know.” Mal finished awkwardly. 

“I slept with a dude?” Raymond gaped. “I promised myself that was over in college…”

“Do you consider yourself a guy still?” Kris asked. “We’ve been calling you ‘her’ and ‘she’ this whole time, doesn’t that bother you?”

“Oddly, no?” Mal shrugged. “I think I am slowly becoming more female as time goes on. Dresses and all that feel better on my skin, but I don't think I’ll ever be a complete girly girl.”

“A bit of both, perhaps.” Dr Vrylix smiled, and Mal nodded. 

Zara stayed quiet, it was her opinion he was most curious about, but he didn't want to push. Instead, he waited as expectant eyes all turned to the captain waiting.

“I’m glad you told us.” Zara said finally, “If your past ever catches up with us, it’ll be good to know what we’re getting into.” 

“So we’re keeping our Sedun? Sweet!” Raymond punched the air. 

“You all really don’t mind that I kept this from you?”

“I don't love it.” Raymond shrugged. “But if it were me, I wouldn’t have gone around telling people either.” 

Kriss agreed, and Zenk made an affirmative sound that told Mal he was forgiven. Vrylix simply nodded sagely and went back to his tea. Mal sat back and smiled; this place truly was where he belonged. The Haven and its crew were family now; a weird, semi-polyamorous family. He watched as Zara smiled in a way that didn't reach her eyes before excusing herself and Mal followed.

“I forgive you,” Zara said before he could say anything. “I mean it, I do.”

“Why doesn’t it feel like you do?”

“It’s going to take some time,” Zara said, turning to face Mal. “I haven’t had strong feelings for anybody in a long time, Mal. I understand why you did what you did, why you kept such a huge secret from me and in time, I will be okay with it.”

“Just not yet.”

Zara nodded.

“Just not yet.”

She reached up and placed a gentle kiss on Mal’s cheek. 

“We’re okay, Mal.” She smiled. “I want you in my life, hell, I want you in my bed. But I don’t want to ruin things by rushing in without giving my feelings time to settle.”

“I understand.” 

He brought a tendril up to her face and stroked it gently, Zara leaned into the touch and smiled. He could sense her sincerity, the depth of affection this woman had for him and her desire. They would be together again, and it wouldn’t be long, but he understood that she needed time. 

“Friends for a while?”

“Friends for a while.” He agreed. 

~

“I’m telling you, man. There was something weird about this Sedun.”

“You’re just trying to cover yourself for getting the shit scared out of you by a woman.”

“No, I mean it, she spoke like some sort of sexy gang leader. She knew her stuff.”

“Hm, did you get her name?”

“She didn't say b-but I saw the ship manifest. She’s called Mal’thas.”

“Mal’thas…Mal…why does that sound familiar…”