Ni'ev part 9

NI’EV

I keep her on my lap and subtly smell her. There are sweet, light undertones to her dark, wet hair. I’ve never felt the temptation to sniff another person. I’m always surrounded by sweaty men, foul-diapered babies, and women that are spoken for. But Rosa… she is on my thighs, so delicate and alluring in her nature. She is refreshing; new territory for me. I have explored much of Ezron’s valleys, but know nothing of the one between a female’s legs. I’ve conquered mountains, but have never explored the ones on a woman’s chest.

Threading through our intimacy is dissolving me into the water we’re sitting on.

“Ni’ev,” she whispers. The sound is nearly washed away.

I pull my face from her head, realizing she must have caught me sniffing her like a rabid animal. I feel something rare — embarrassment. I have every reason to be confident. I’m a male in his prime, wealthy, and honorable. Rosa has a way of making me feel like a boy with a crush.

“Your… um. Your member is poking me.”

Fathers and fates.

“Uh…” I clear my throat. This is worse than being discovered sniffing her hair.

“I apologize.” I take her hips and slowly slide her off my lap. This is proven to be another mistake, because I feel my cock slide up her ass line. It’s excruciatingly delicious.

“Ni-Ni’ev!”

“I didn’t mean to,” I blurt. I am a degenerate for not regretting my actions.

I rise and help Rosa up. She faces me and crosses her arms over her tantalizing chest. There is a charming red on her cheeks. The shade sometimes appears when she stutters for too long, but it has never been this colorful. This female is magical. How can she summon colors upon her skin like this, changing her very nature?

My enchanted hand reaches up, and my rough, scarred knuckles brush her precious skin. She is warm and delicate under my touch, but I am the one that’s about to shatter.

She pulls away from me and looks down to hide the beautiful shades from me.

“I need space, please.”

I want to deny this. I want to touch her until my scent is braided with hers and there is no doubt in any animal or man that she belongs to me, but I can’t do it. I want to protect her, and respecting her wishes is part of it all.

That being said, I will crash into her life every time she puts herself in danger. I will grab, pull, embrace, and carry her all I want to keep her safe.

“I will give you this if you promise you will not crawl back into the vents. What were you even doing in there, Rosa? So many things could have gone wrong. You know this.”

She rolls her eyes. The females sometimes do this. I think it’s a sign of disbelief or irritation.

“Yes, sir,” Rosa replies. “I know this.”

My cock jolts, and I have no idea why. She simply addressed me as her superior, which I am as the captain of this ship. The men under my command often regard me as “sir,” but the beast that swings between my legs doesn’t react like this for them.

The movement makes Rosa look south, and my poor Terran slips backward in her shock. I catch her effortlessly, but it’s like she wants to be dropped from all the squirming she does.

“Put me down, please. You’ll hurt yourself!”

I crook my head. “What does this mean?”

“I’m not skinny, Ni’ev.”

I have noticed this. There is more to her than the other females; a unique feature that holds my obsession captive.

“You could hurt yourself handling my weight,” she explains.

This makes me smirk. “Rosa, I can carry two injured Ezronian men over my shoulder and back without breaking a sweat. You think your plumpness will phase me? I find your confusion endearing. I do not know about the males from your planet, but Ezronian men were made to fight and r…”

To fight and rut, but I cannot finish this sentence, because the topic of sex already hangs heavily in the air. It has manifested between my legs, too. My cock is so swollen with blood that it feels like I’ve gained ten pounds. Walking hasn’t been this hard since I was a child learning to stand on their feet. Ironic, since my cock is erect because it wants to spill a village of children into Rosa.

“Well…” she bites her lip.

Well, nothing. She knows I am right. I can handle all of her in this bathtub, on my bed, in the jungle. If only she would have me.

“I will let you rest now. I will bring warm food. Please do not make me dig you out of the vents again. We will arrive at Ezron soon.”

That’s it. I walk out of the bathtub and take her hand to help her out. She’s left soaking wet, and I’m left looking like an idiot as I walk with my cock pointing to the skies.

Liias, one of my men, walks past me in the narrow hallways. He looks at my groin and frowns. “Ni’ev, I’m flattered by your interest, but I have to decline.”

I growl like a simple animal and shoulder past him. I have to check with my pilot and return to Rosa.

– • –

ROSA

According to my calculations, I’m fucked; although, not in the sexy, ungodly, potentially illegal ways that I’ve dreamt of. No, I’m fucked socially, because we’re returning to Ezron and the girls are going to kill me. I didn’t even complete my mission.

Well, maybe I was a bit successful. I spoke with Ni’ev without stuttering up a storm.

I step back into the shower, and this time I take my time cleaning up. When my hands slide to my butt, I’m reminded of the indentation of Ni’ev against it.

Fuck, that guy is hung for days. Hung for a decade. He’s the Captain of the spaceship we’re on, but also of the one between his legs.

The sexual tension between us has exploded to infinity and beyond. We’re going to have to sleep with each other, or I’m going to get a stroke.

I finish my bath and change into the fresh robe Ni’ev set for me. It’s so huge that it fits like a dress. I sit on the bed idly for what feels like an hour, waiting for Ni’ev to return. When there’s a knock, I practically trip over my clothes in my mad dash for the door. The doors slide open, but my huge alien isn’t standing there. I only find a basket with warm food on the floor. He provided the food just like he promised, but I’m left feeling hungry for his companionship.

I don’t see him for a long time. I stay in my room, and go to sleep on the huge, empty bed. Food is delivered again in the morning, but it’s not until the evening that I see the man of my dreams. He stands on the doorway, refusing to enter the room. His body is covered by a loincloth but his eyes are empty.

“Hello, Rosa. How have you been?”

I’ve felt too much to fit into a sentence, so I lie. “Okay. And you?”

“I have been well. We will be landing soon. You need to secure yourself onto the wall by using these.” He reaches out with his left hand and presses his palm against the wall. The tile flips and straps appear.

“Slip your arms into the strap and click the metals together. Do you want me to be here until landing?”

He’s in full business mode, as if our exchange from yesterday was long forgotten. I hate this cold version of him.

“I’ve got it. Thank you.”

He dips his chin and leaves. That’s all. We’re back to square one — on Ezron, where I’m still single, unfucked, and lonely.