Ni'ev part 5

I must have really pissed off someone to have such poor luck. First, I get teleported off my planet and ripped from all I’ve ever known. Now, I’m panting inside a vent with my thighs on fire. I had to hop and huff for ten minutes before I managed to climb back in here.

Is it too late to leave the ship and run into Michelle’s little arms?

Maybe it is. I trespassed, stole food, and broke-and-entered into a critter’s spiderweb. I’ve bruised my body and ego. There’s no going back now.

I explore the rest of the ship and map out the way to Ni’ev’s and the storage room. I catch the men discussing takeoff, which will happen within hours. I’ll have to strap down to a seat, so I don’t crack my brain open in these vents. The only part of me that I want scrambled are my eggs.

When I figure that I’ve done enough exploration, I take a break to snack on the rations. They taste like powdery donuts without the sugar. I’ll have to find water, too.

I eavesdrop on more conversations, but these guys are only interested in hunting, weapons, and other testosterone-related shit that nearly put me to sleep. The juiciest gossip they offer is that someone forgot to pack up the rocks they use to sharpen their weapons — gasp — how scandalous.

It’s beyond me why they carry weapons on the ship, anyway. What could they need them for in space? To compare the swords to their dicks? We get it, Ezronians have dicks longer than the blades of their swords.

Shut up, Rosa. You’re just bitter because you might never get to sheathe one of those veiny, thick, juicy swords.

Needing something to beat my boredom, I crawl back to Ni’ev’s room.

I peer into the room and slap a hand over my mouth. I’ve found something that’s getting beat, alright, but it’s not my boredom. It’s Ni’ev’s dick. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, naked, gripping one thigh and his cock with the other.

And boy, is he beating that thing.

And boy, is that thing larger than his sword.

I squeeze my eyes shut, but it’s too late. The image has been burnt into my memory. This isn’t what I thought I’d walk into.

I keep my eyes shut, not wanting to violate his privacy more than I already have. My body doesn’t care for ethics. It’s an animalistic thing, only wanting for warmth, food, and sex. Wetness pools between my legs, because my pussy has realized there’s a male nearby that can satisfy her for hours-on-end.

I squash my thighs together, feeling guilty for my reaction. I don’t dare to twitch a muscle because that would probably be enough stimulation to make me orgasm.

Twap. Twap. Twap.

I hear what he does to himself. I hear his groans of joy. While my ears are perked with interest, my mouth is crushed by my palm.

Ni’ev’s masturbation frenzy carries on for five minutes— I think. Holy fuck, that dick can really take a beating. How do the human women satisfy these sensual, hypersexual gods of desire?

“Mmmm!” he groans up to the ceiling, having no idea that the vibrations of his voice are echoing through the vent and wiggling their way between my thighs.

“Rosa!” he roars.

My heart stops beating. The frantic twaps stop, too.

Did he spot me?

I peek an eye open. Ni’ev is looking at his lap, taking in the mess between his thighs and chest. He came to the thought of me.

Holy fuck. He was envisioning that it was my pussy strangling his cock, not his fist. My name exploded from his lips as semen did from his cock. Ni’ev is… attracted to me. There’s a chance for something to grow between us.

I shut my eyes again when he stands. I’ve seen enough.

He sighs, and the hairs on the back of my neck rise. My back warms, too, as if he’s standing behind me just an inch away. After minutes of ruffling through his room, I hear the door shut.

I’m left with drool on my lips and between my legs, and guilt for catching him in such an intimate moment. From now on, I won’t spy on anyone that’s alone.

I crawl away, leaving a trail of wetness on the vent because my panties are fucking soaked. I’m practically mopping the vents.

I listen to more men, and never catch a malicious conversation. With every joke and tip about hunting they exchange, I become more confident that they are just regular people. It has only been one day, but I’m happy with the progress that is being made.

An announcement goes throughout the ship, warning that the ship will take off in half an hour. Panicked, I make it to the storage room and sit behind a tall crate. It’s pinned down to the ship by rope— which is perfect for me to entwine my body in to create a makeshift seatbelt.

Honestly, I’m terrified of flying into space. I only traveled once via airplane on Earth. My parents were the type that feared change, so they stuck to their remote little town, never going on vacation. I guess that insecurity grew on me, and I lived the same.

But hey, this has to happen. If I want to join the mile-high-club and see some rated-R-stars, then I need to fly into space.

I hear motors firing up and gears shifting. My fists pale from how hard I’m gripping the ropes, and my mind escapes to Ni’ev. I’d be so safe and warm in his semen-covered embrace. Yummy. I’d love to have a snack as we fly. Forget the peanuts that the airlines from Earth offer. I’m interested in a different kind of nuts.

Rosa, you slut! Focus!

Okay… okay… you’re safe. You’re totally not about to fly into space, secured down by some strings like a poorly wrapped Christmas present. I wonder if auntie Maria is still gifting my cousins used coupons for Christmas. The mean old witch. Speaking of Christmas, how would Ni’ev like it if I showed up naked with only a bow covering my lady bits, singing Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas is You? Hah. Pigs would fly first. Then again, I did get called piggy in elementary school and I am indeed about to take flight…

The ship tilts. I gasp and cling on for dear life. I squeeze my ass so hard I swear it takes a bite out of the metal floor.

Oh, fuck! NI’EV! Bring your big-dick over here and save me, please!

My whole body is pressed down as the ship elevates. I’m actually doing it. I’m leaving Ezron!

There’s no going back now.

The flight takes forever. The entire time, I pray to whichever generous deity created Ezron’s well-hung men. If they can create such beautiful men, then they can take mercy on me.

Eventually, the pressure in the ship evens out. I’m able to stand on shaky legs and walk to the wall with the attached vent. I need to hide. Although there are no cameras on the ship, someone could very well walk in and find me here.

I wiggle my hips, and the wetness between my thighs seems to be enough to oil me up, because I slide in easier than the first time. I guess I have Ni’ev to thank for that.

I’m back in the vents— safe and sound. The mission continues.

a/n: She’s going to get discovered VERY soon. How will it happen? Predictions, please!