27
MICAH
Ziggy Andromeda waspissed.
No.
That’s… lust?
After getting Leeloo to promise another training session, Zig and I said our goodbyes before checking on Pedro. The Trol had still been curled up in SWOL-E’s baby sling—safely shielded—but when I’d suggested waking them up to feed, my man practically dragged me into the room next door.
For one terrible moment, I thought Ziggy wasmadat me for how badly I’d sucked today, but then I realized it was my own baggage muddying the waters again.
It was myparentswho would punish me for a less than perfect performance, by either ignoring my existence completely or reminding me that existence was dependent on how useful I could be to the family.
Ziggy wasn’t like that. If anything, he wasoverlyconfident in my abilities. It reminded me of how my sister Rose weirdly praised her younger kids every time they used the potty—as if normal bodily functions deserved all the gold stars.
Maybe they do?
The issue was that, aside from Zig, I had barely any experience with someone blindly supporting me with no ulterior motive. On the flip side, I had absolutely zero issue blasting my man with unconditional fangirling, but that wasdifferent.
He’s legitimately amazing!
“Get on the goddamn bed,” Ziggy growled the instant the door shut behind us in our own room. “Your training isn’t done.”
His skerry Space Daddy tone made me instinctively freeze, but I quickly realized he was staring at me like I was his next and last meal. This meant the only parts of me in any real danger were whatever hole—orholes—he had his sights set on.
And I am HERE FOR IT!
“Ohhh… Are we gonna play stern Jedi Master and slutty student?” I purred as I stripped off my clothes and crawled onto the lava rock bed. “Because ya boy is more than ready to handle that lightsaber of yours?—”
I didn’t even get the chance to finish my nerdy flirting before a half dozen lightsabers shot out of Ziggy’s skinsuit and sexily tossed me onto the mattress.
Here for this too.
“The only thing you will be handling is a toy,” he snarled, releasing his hold on me so he could also undress.
Wait.
What?
“W-what do you mean?” I stuttered, as if I didn’t know full well what he was talking about.
Being fifth in line and relatively unimportant in my family, there hadn’t been many chances for me to find partners, much less get them alone in my room. Plus, my tastes definitely skewed toward the…inhumanrealm, thanks to my entertainment preferences, but besides my eldest brother and his fellow Deathball players, shapeshifting supes were fairly rare.
So I got creative!
A combo of boredom, horniness, and necessity were to blame for the dragon’s hoard of dildos I’d created over the years, but now, I had my own hot-bod body snatcher to fulfill my wildest dreams. And while it hadn’t bothered me to tell Ziggy about these blessedly now destroyed homemade toys, I was suddenly regretting mentioning them at all.
Maybe he’s talking about a random toy he smuggled off the ship?
“I want you to create a toy,” Ziggy clarified in a stern Jedi Master voice that bricked me right up, despite confirming my worst nightmare. “Like the ones you used to make when we first met—when you were soaking your sheets, imagining me fucking you with myalien appendages.”
Oh, no…
I could feel my entire body flushing, because the idea of showing Ziggyphysical proofof what I used to think he was under his Earthling exterior was beyond humiliating.
Even if my boner is still going strong.
