Now she was turning inside out.
My world had cemented itself into some blissful perfection of companionship and belonging when I had seen her, and I’d been dreaming of spending the rest of her life together. Now that dream was falling apart as quickly as she was.
"Fuck!" I yelled, Fey joining in as we both scooped up the foul green liquid and stood, trying to force it back down her throat as she clung to the wall.
"Get away from me," she snapped, batting our hands to the side and sending the liquid of her guts all over the silver walls of our ship's cargo bay. "What are you trying to do?"
"Your body... it's liquifying," I worried, scooping up more of her and holding it out to her. "Do we need to put it in a container instead? Will you duplicate that way?"
"I’m beginning to understand why humans are not allowed on Cox." Fey was gasping, voice wheezing in desperation. "They explode in space."
"That makes no sense!" I yelled, trying to catch more of the liquid that was still heaving from her. "TerraLink sells them—"
"I don't know what the fuck kind of women you boys have encountered, but I am not exploding." I couldn't tell if Kylie was laughing or crying, her voice was strained as she clung to the wall, her stomach still twitching.
"Then how do you explain this?" Fey asked, now scooping her remains into a clear bin, the green splashing around unpleasantly.
"I'm sick." Kylie was fully laughing now, despite her pallid skin and pained expression. Her skin seemed to grow more pale as the laugh turned into a cough. I held out my hands again. Just in case. "This is vomit." She stated simply.
"Vomit?" I looked at it closer without inhaling, trying to understand what the word meant.
"Yes. Partially digested food that my stomach is forcing out, probably because you are taking me into space for the first time and clearly don't know enough about human bodies to know to slow the fuck down!" She shouted the last few words and then gulped, turning and pressing her forehead to the cool metal wall.
Sick. She was sick. Shit! I was holding sick!
Fey and I hissed and dropped the gunk that now coated our shirts and pants. Fey screeched like a baby Warblenn and began wiping it from the fabric and the walls in a panic. Clearly the realization of what vomit was had zapped all logic from him.
I, however, jumped up, vomit-covered fingers pressing against the glass command screen beside the bay doors, furiously typing as I shifted the speed. We hadn't been going anywhere near full speed. Weird. Human bodies may not liquify in space, but they were certainly more fragile than I would have assumed.
"Thank god," Kylie gasped the second the ship slowed, clearly sensing the change in speed, and sagged against the side of the ship. "At least one of you has some sense."
"More than you know," I mumbled, earning myself a snort and a glare from Fey.
"Cock does not pass for sense, brother. Stop pretending you have either." He tried to throw vomit at me, as if either words or sickness were going to impact me.
"You're brothers?" Kylie asked with a laugh, rolling her eyes as she laid back against the wall. "It all makes sense now."
"We are not brothers." Fey and I snapped together. He continued with a snarl, "We are stuck together until we find our first mate. I hate the bastard." Well, same.
"Okay." She stretched the word out weirdly as she looked between the two of us. "Well, while I would love to sit here and question you all about how you are, but aren't brothers, and why sex gods needs mates, I am currently covered in vomit and would like not to be." She sighed and pushed herself up, her slick fingers sliding against the wall. I barely caught her before she slammed herself face first into the wall.
Apparently, my body didn't care that we were both covered in vileness. The second my skin touched hers, lines of fire ignited through my body, my cock stirring as I resisted the urge to pull her into me. To take her. Hold her against me. Kiss her. Press myself inside of her.
The emotions were strong enough that they flooded the cargo hold, sending Kylie shuddering with her knees almost buckling as she gasped. I could nearly feel her emotions echo in mine. The arousal. The tight need. Thinking about it made everything worse.
"Oh my god, you’re worse than him," she gasped with an ache as she leaned into me with a moan. One step, however, and her knees were buckling again. I barely caught her.
"Sorry," I pushed the strength of my desire away, hoping that it would calm the emotions. She was still shuddering however, angling herself away as if that would help.
Focus Myro. I could do this. I wanted her to come from my cock, not from my powers.
"No need to apologize," she moaned rather than said. I really needed to get her cleaned up and feeling better. But gods, just her touch and the sound of her voice were going to make me come. "It's powerful. I've never felt something so strong before," she said.
"We can make you feel more." Of course that would pull Fey out of his mad dash cleaning.
"As tempting as that is... we are all covered in vomit."
She had a point.
"Would you like a shower? I can show you to your quarters." I offered, still holding onto her as my powers dissipated. I hoped she understood that we couldn’t return to her home planet now. Not after what we’d done. Did she understand that she would live on our ship now?
Fey sighed with relief as
