Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
We’re still figuring things out as a triad. The rule about no kissing without the others present has been relaxed while on the ship, and it’s nice to step into the shower and wonder if Jamef or Dora (or both) are going to join me. Dora and I have had blaster training sessions that turned into her riding my hand and then me riding hers. I’ve had naughty lunches with Jamef in which I’d sit on his cock and we’d see which of us got too distracted to eat. I’ve caught Jamef with Dora on his lap, his fingers in her cunt as she squirmed in his grasp.
Every night, the three of us have been all over each other in bed, too. Sometimes I’m the centerpiece, with Dora and Jamef doing everything they can to pleasure me. Sometimes Jamef’s the focal point. A lot of the time it’s Dora, just because she’s just so fun to tease for the both of us.
Like I said, it’s been really nice. Which might be why I’m highly suspicious. This is all a trap laid out by the universe, to get my guard down and remind me that I’m not going to be happy, especially with a human and a male (both!) involved. That humans are fickle and I can’t provide for them in the way they insist upon. That Jamef’s going to get sick of me and my quirks and then I’ll be alone, just like Jerrok was for so long.
Except Jerrok’s got Softie now, and they’re happy. Stupidly happy. It’s revolting.
Thinking about how happy Jerrok is with his little human makes me wonder what mine is up to. I wipe my hands clean of grease, putting away the last of the components I was working on, and stride down the hall. A quick peek into the garden nook shows that Dora’s not there. She’s fascinated with the plants and checks them constantly, waiting for something to grow. I’ve heard all about it at dinner for the last few days. It’s cute.
She’s not in the lavatory or in the bedroom either, so I poke my head in on the bridge. Jamef’s in his chair, facing the massive panels that act as windows out to the stars. There’s nothing on screen but a distant nebula, so we’re not close to Haal Ui yet. “You seen Dora?”
He makes a gasping sound, his tail flicking hard against the side of his captain’s chair.
Aha.
I take a few steps forward, and sure enough, our eager little human mate is between his legs, her mouth on his cock. She’s working him with her mouth, making greedy little slurps as she licks each piercing and then sucks on the head.
“I can’t take you two anywhere, can I?” I joke, leaning against the control panel and watching the show.
Dora looks up at me, her hand working his wet cock as she pauses. “He looked too serious. I wanted to make him smile.”
“Well, that expression on his face isn’t a smile.” I nudge him with one boot, because his strained expression is funny, but it’s definitely not a smile. “What’s bothering you?”
“Nothing.” Jamef flicks an irritated glare my way. “Just like I told her, nothing’s bothering me.”
Oho. I nod at Dora, and her head bobs down on him again, sucking. “Work him over, fluffit. I’ll get answers out of him.” I stride over to Jamef’s side and put a finger under his chin, tipping his head up. “You never get upset about anything, so do I need to guess what it is? Credits? You’re suddenly realizing you can’t afford two mates?”
His hands clench on the arms of the chair, and either he’s about to nut, or I’ve guessed correctly. I watch Dora’s hands tease his sac as her pink tongue works circles around the head, and I suspect it’s the latter. “Are we that broke, then?”
Jamef’s hard mouth flattens again, and Dora makes a humming sound. He jerks his head down and I force him to look up at me again.
“Don’t avoid the question, bucket of bolts. Just tell me.”
“Modifications were a bit more than I anticipated.” His voice is raspy and distracted, and he leans into my touch, desperate. He’s close to coming, then. “We’ll have to take on a few extra jobs to restock the ship.”
“Is that all?” I run my thumb along his lower lip. “Here I thought it was something bad. Credits are easy come, easy go. Kinda like ships.”
Jamef bites my thumb.
I grin. “So we take on a few extra jobs. Doesn’t matter. We make our credits back, we celebrate with a nice dinner on station, we call it a day.”
“I wanted to take on easier jobs so we could make sure Dora wasn’t in danger or left alone —”
His breath hisses out and his back arches, and I bite back a laugh as Dora makes our mate blow his load into her hungry mouth. “I think Dora can take care of herself.”