“Maybe we need to get the doctor to have another look at her.” Eric sounds concerned, his ranting about the mating and pregnancy having fallen into the past.
“He said she was fine, Eric,” William reassures him. “Come on, let’s show her some of the fun stuff. All this information overload is too much for even me. And let’s face it, with Rick and Captain Lester around, she doesn't really need to know all this. I can’t remember the last time any of us needed to fly this beast.”
“Okay fine,” John concedes. “But water first.”
And with that, I receive another hug from Bubby before we say goodbye and the grandpas whisk me off in search of water and fun.
* * *
XAVIER
Even on a ship as big as this one, gossip spreads like Laomanian flu, and even though most people go out of their way to avoid me, I have ways of knowing everything that’s going on around me. When you can travel with your body shrouded in mist, it’s easy to ferret out secrets from oblivious shipmates. So it is of no surprise when whispers of Lila are a hot topic, but the rumors themselves, much like the woman herself, are surprising in nature.
Lila has mated with Caspian, the Fluxxian kraken shifter. Isn’t that an interesting piece of gossip? In fact, I find myself floating around the ship more than normal, seeing if I can pick up any other juicy details. I’ve made it my mission to be unapproachable and aloof in my relationships, apart from a few select people, so my circle of trusted companions is really quite small. It’s been a while since I’ve been even remotely tempted to add to it in any way. But Lila wasn't thrown off by my misted form, and her curiosity and simple naivete was just alluring. Everyone usually knows better than to look a warlock in the eyes, and I couldn't help myself when our gazes met. It was like my soul leapt out of my body and latched on. Taking the decision out of my hand, it wanted to consume hers, to meld us, mate us in the warlock way. When was the last time I was so intrigued by someone that my instincts nearly took over?
It was all I could do to stop it from happening, but I fed deeply on her. That one woman, practically a human, was such a smorgasbord that I haven't needed to use any of the feeders since, much to their disappointment. I hear my harem’s whispers, their speculations and bets on who I must be feeding on if not them, but I simply roll my eyes at their audacity. Though it’s an inevitable risk that they form attachments, they have no real claim to any territorial feelings. Unfortunately, that desperation for more, which I will never give them, starts to taint what I draw from them in my feedings. Think about it like tasting something that’s just about spoiled. Your stomach may fill, but the satisfaction is no longer there, and the aftertaste is far from desirable.
Sure, in the past, I’ve used them to assuage both my sexual hunger and my biological needs, but recently they haven't been fulfilling me. Their emotions are bland and unsatisfying and certainly don't feed me like I need. I find myself using more at once to get full than I have in the past, which can be dangerous for them. Same goes for sexual satisfaction, I find that I don’t get the same kind of rush from fucking any of my harem members like I used to. No, something is definitely not right anymore. It seems it might be time for me to refresh the members of my harem. Send them back to the warlock home planet and find myself some new ones.
Saxon would gladly supplement me as long as I would be willing to return the favor. For whatever reason, I’ve been able to stomach him, even crave him, in ways that no one else appeals to me lately. Though I certainly wouldn’t mind adding Lila into that mix. The thought of that has my cock hardening in my concealed form, but my arousal is tempered by the thought that her mate may have something to say about her getting involved with me. That could be tricky business, getting in between a matebond, though the Skarrian attraction mark hasn't disappeared. So there may still be hope for me and my little feast.
I had felt the mark form on my shoulder, but hadn't wanted to push the issue, especially when the dick dragon was trying his best to get between us, not to mention among the rest of the circus. Most of the rumors surrounding her are stemming from him, including the one about her having no powers. What kind of friend would open her up to that kind of vulnerability?
My personal outrage aside, his meddling has at least opened up the perfect opportunity for me. With the bosses asking me to look into this power situation, I have a convenient excuse to get closer to Lila. This is my chance to get to know her a little better. Discover if the attraction is still there and whether or not she is a good candidate for feeding.
Even now, I can feel where she is on the ship; it’s like my soul has become attuned to hers, and now it must constantly remind me of her existence. I’ve never heard of that happening with a non warlock. In fact, I don't know of any warlocks who have mated outside of our race. Warlocks are all about purity, so for this to be happening with Lila is an anomaly. It would be frowned upon back home, but I’ve never been very content to just do what was expected of me.
For now, I head back to my quarters with the plan to have one last taste of my harem, but with every step closer I get, the queasier I start to become. More strangeness to puzzle over. Change of plan, I’ll go find Saxon, he did nothing but bitch and complain about the lack of variety of blood available to him. I’m sure he will enjoy the treat almost as much as I would. All that delicious anger and aggression has always proven to be incredibly tasty in the past. Combine that with his sexual tastes, and, well, I’m in for a very, very good night. For some reason, the idea of seeing Saxon doesn’t inspire the same physiological illness as the thought of my harem, which only solidifies my decision.
I don't bother to knock on Saxon’s quarters when I reach them, sliding through the gap in the door and floating through until I get to his bedroom. His bedroom is cloaked in darkness with only a slight luminescence emanating from somewhere, with seductive rock music playing in the background. Once there, I remain invisible, silently staring at the sight that greets me. Saxon’s kneeling on his bed, naked, with his fist locked onto his cock. Those painful and pleasurable fangs are buried in the neck of a fully clothed female who’s begging for a taste of what he’s refusing to give her.
“Please, Saxon, why won't you touch us any more?” she sobs, and he yanks his fangs from her neck with a growl.
“Get out of my room. Your incessant whining is ruining my dinner.” He shoves her away with his free hand. Without another word, she runs through the harem door, letting the door slam closed behind her.So dramatic, all of them.
“Stop hovering, Xavier. Get over here and take care of this,” the moody bastard snarls, and I feel a shiver of want flow through me as I allow my shadows to recede.
“Having a problem there?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow and nodding toward his thick, albeit unusual length.
“Nothing I can't fix by pounding into your ass.” The direct bastard's dirty talk is always on point. Normally the silent type, nobody would guess he becomes filthy as fuck in the bedroom. “Now get over here so I can choke you on it.”
Submission in the bedroom is usually not my thing, but there’s just something so delicious about giving in when it comes to Saxon. In more ways than one. Literally, the flavor of all that growling, snarling dominance is mouthwatering, at least usually. Tonight, there’s a slightly bitter undercurrent, something that tastes of a faint resentment. But if I know Saxon, which I do, I won’t get any information out of him until I get off on him.
With a shrug, I disrobe, moving over to the bed and engulfing his thick pulsating, ridged length with my mouth. His groan echoes through the room as he grabs hold of my hair and starts to fuck my face, all while I drink down the confusion, want, and need he emits.
“So this is one of the rec rooms set up for sports and fitness as well as rehearsals for the trapeze act,” William explains as we walk into a spacious open room with high ceilings that has trapeze rigging set up on it. There’s a large catching net below it, but that’s still double head height above us. The rest of the room is a multi-purpose ball court. Skarrians have their own kind of ball sports, but they also love Earth basketball. Who knew it was a galactically popular sport?
It smells like sweat and disinfectant in here, a not altogether pleasant smell, but it’s not offensive either. The trapeze really interests me because of my gymnastic background, and there’s no one using it currently. But on the far side of the room, I can see that someone is using the aerial silks that are hanging there. They’re wrapped up enough so I can’t make out who it is, but I’m curious. Leaving the grandpas squabbling about their last one-on-one game, don't ask me how that works with three of them, I walk over to where the crash mat is sitting underneath.
Stretching my neck back, I watch the woman with the long pink hair wrap the silks around herself in an intricate pattern until she looks like an offering to some primordial god. With a flick of her body, she’s tumbling downward, but something goes wrong. One of the silks unravels and floats away from her body, leaving her hanging by the single silk wrapped around her ankle. A gasp escapes my mouth as I look around for something to help her.
“Fuck!” Before I can offer my assistance, the girl floats up into the air so that she’s no longer hanging. She reaches down and unravels the silk from around her ankle before floating down to the ground, landing just in front of me. She’s about the same height as me, with a slimmer frame and smaller breasts and ass.
The girl straightens her clothes and pushes her long pink hair back from her face before looking at me. She scans my figure; her eyes are a pretty light blue, almost gray color. When her gaze travels back up to my face, she holds out her hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m Magenta, but you can call me Mags. By the look on your face, I’m guessing you haven't seen someone fly before.”
I close my mouth as my heart rate starts to slow once more, realizing I’m probably being a little rude. I grasp her offered hand, giving it a shake. “Fuck no, I thought you were a goner. I mean, I’ve seen the grandpas levitate things but never themselves.”
She throws her head back and laughs, a musical sound that seems to echo through the room. “Oh, you are delightful! I can tell we’re going to be great friends.” She links our arms together and drags me back over to where my grandpas are still arguing about basketball.
