Ni'ev part 7

NI’EV

Mothers, I am at a loss.

I have led these expeditions to space multiple times before, because I am the only brother that we can afford to lose. I have no female or children that would miss me if the ship exploded half-way into space. Although that thought is bitter, I have always embarked on these space trips with pride and honor. I direct my men, keep track of inventory, and note the ship’s performance. It is difficult to keep up with so much. My men generally respect hierarchy, but tempers are thin up here because everyone is uneasy. We are surrounded by metal and emptiness— it is an unnatural state. Our natural habitat is the jungle.

That is why I was irritated when I suspected a thief was among us, but I wasn’t surprised. I had been planning on punching some sense into the criminal for disrupting the peace, but then I found Rosa standing in a bathroom.

I exploded like the Great Volcano of Yurzi, because all I could think of was the many ways she could have gotten hurt.

I could have swung a fist before checking who was in the shower, crippling her. Rosa is too soft and gentle. I am rock. A blow of my fist would kill her.

The ship could have tilted and she could have banged her head against a wall because I wouldn’t have been there to catch her.

She could have starved.

She could have gotten an upset stomach.

She could have gotten dehydrated.

She could have been found by a strange man and got hurt before I found and wrung his neck.

She could have gotten crushed by a dislodged crate in the storage room.

She could have gotten bitten by a strange critter in the vents.

She could have slipped and fell in the shower.

There are so many things that could have gone wrong, and although I know Rosa is not a helpless child, she has no experience navigating a spaceship and she is not built anything like me. Curvy little Rosa is used to caring after young ones and her friends. I detest that she put herself in harm’s way. I hate that she could have gotten hurt like Nebula.

I have yet to forgive myself for the incident with Nebula, although she hardly remembers it happened anymore. The traumatic day left me paranoid. I flinch if a female so much as coughs, so it is no surprise that I exploded with rage when I saw Rosa in such poor conditions. Her hair was ratty, her skin pale, her eyes baggy, and the laughing lines that were usually so prominent in her cheeks were faded, as if she hadn’t been laughing much lately. Keeping Rosa from laughing is a sin worthy of death. Her laughter was made to refresh this starved, barren world. This is why I secretly planted the flowers she likes near the pyramid so she could see them whenever she wanted and didn’t have to travel so far to enjoy them. It is why I take monthly trips deep into the jungle to get the rare petals that she enjoys showering with. It is why I beat my engorged cock each night, so I don’t frighten her with my constant arousal. It is why I force myself to show no expression when she is stuttering, because I don’t want her to feel bad for taking time to communicate her thoughts.

I, along with every male in the Capital, am aware that Rosa is the last single female of age. Although I hate it, we all want her. Even if I have no interest in making her uncomfortable by pursing her, I want her to be happy. Happy and safe.

I never thought the day in which I hurt  her would come. I can’t believe I lost my temper so dishonorably and bullied her to the point of urinating on herself!

The damage is done. I now have to find a way to repair it.

I stare at the vent she crawled into. There is no way I can go after her. My shoulders will never fit into that tiny hole. None of my men will fit either— not that I would send any bastard after her. The bet way to  get in my arms is by  talking her into it. It’s too bad that I was never much of a talker. I have always been a passive man.

I will try, anyway. I will try everything to keep my Rosa safe.

“Rosa, please. I am deeply ashamed for screaming at you. I was out of line.”

For the past few hours, I have been speaking to her. I was raging at first, but I have since calmed down.

“I will do anything to amend this offense. Please name whatever you wish.”

My wealth, my life, my seed. Fates. I’d give her anything just to deepen the laughing lines on her face once more.

“Will you at least let me feed you? Please?”

There is still no response. I am left staring at the blackness of the vent. It will take time to rebuild her trust, but that is fine. I have all the time in the world for her.

“I will have to turn the ship around. I will go make the command and return instantly.”

I leave and find my pilot. I rush the order to have the ship returned to Ezron, leaving many confused men behind, and then I rush back to Rosa.

I sit on the ground and note that I’m naked. I always have my lap covered on Ezron to avoid startling the females, who for some reason, are skittish around nakedness. Now that I realize Rosa is around, I feel guilty about my state of undress. Is it part of the reason why she was so frightened?

I look down at my cock. The stupid thing is only good for pissing and being hard for Rosa.

Fathers and Fates. Did she run into me beating my cock? I clearly remember shouting her name as I made a mess on myself. How troublesome. She was not supposed to see that.

“By any chance, did you catch me pleasuring myself to the thought of you? Please do not take offense to it.”

I hesitate. What else should I share?

“I am sexually attracted to you. This is true. The veins that line my cock are constantly throbbing at the thought of…”

No. Curse me. I am not going about this correctly. I am being too graphic; trying to be descriptive like the scrolls and books that I read.

“Anyway,” I clear my throat. “I will never act upon my attraction. I would not want to discomfort you.”

Nothing. Not a peep comes from her.

The thought of her getting warm all over at the thought of me touching her, her luscious body calling to be worshipped by my hardened hands, crosses my mind. I curse myself for being such a horny animal.

She has never communicated an interest in me. Rosa will never be mine. I will have to live with this.

“I am not sure what else to say. I am not good with words, Rosa. I am a male of action. Please let me take care of you. I… I have always been the most distant brother, always silent in the background. This is because I was there when mother vanished. We were alone, enjoying life, and then this bright light ripped her from me. I was left as a traumatized child, and since then, I have always been away from my siblings to keep from getting more attached to them than I already am. Losing a brother after I lost mother would kill me. I have tried to do the same thing with you, but I failed. I was unable to keep myself from getting attracted to you, because you conquer all hearts by how kind you are to the young ones. Even when they are screaming, crying, and throwing their unnerving tantrums, you remain patient and loving. I care about you more than you could imagine.”

Nothing, again. She is silent.

I sigh. Time is ticking. I’ll need to get her out of the vents by tomorrow night because we will be landing the ship. Even if I have to rip these damn vents apart with my bare hands, I will have to reach her.

Hold on, my short, soft, precious flower. I’m coming to give you the world.