Something that was certainly helped by the fact that sex with a human had, in fact, energized us. It was nothing more than needing a little less sleep and not feeling quite as horny as we normally did, but it was enough of a difference to make me suspect I was correct.
Somehow, to us, being less horny translated to being able to take on six super-powered Coxians. With the way Fey talked about it you would think that we could lift a jet ship off of a crushed Cockapoo. Those dogs were everywhere in the universe and were dumb as shit.
Good thing I was the only one who really knew how to fly the ship. Once we resupplied, I could take them everywhere I wanted and they couldn't do anything about it.
"Cleared for landing." The cool voice buzzed through the speakers in the international tongue, pulling Kylie’s focus.
"What did they say?"
"We are cleared to land on Io." I pressed a sequence of buttons on the console, flares of color blasting as landing gear and air jets rumbled, slowing us down and bringing us closer to the massive hangar.
Kylie was back at the window, looking away from Jupiter as the landing strip and workers grew larger, the long line of lights glittering as they brought us home. There were so many species of Alien down there, that even I couldn't name them. Kylie was clearly going into some kind of overload, breathing hard and growing twitchy.
"You okay over there?" Fey laughed in question. I guess I wasn't the only one who had noticed Kylie's awe.
"I'm fine," It wasn't quite a snap, but she still turned and glowered at him before returning to the window. "I've never seen anything like this. I mean... I've heard stories..."
Fey turned in his chair, fixing me with a giant grin that was much different than the usual smug smile he fixed me with. It was almost softer, happier. As though he was as happy as I was to see the look of awe in her eyes.
"I think you are right; we need to take her to Federhoth first."
I smiled and nodded in agreement, my focus on the ship as it gently touched down and the auto roads on the space station kicked into action, pulling us into our assigned bay.
"But first, supplies." Standing, I cracked my back and turned to Kylie who was still looking out the window with eyes as wide as saucers. Who would have thought that a landing bay would be so exhilarating?
"I'll do fuel," Fey announced, nearly knocking me off my feet. He was usually the first to volunteer to go get supplies and haggle for food. Mostly because those markets tended to be on the inner rings of these stations, right next to the brothels and the dancing clubs.
The fuel was in the bay.
"You sure about that?" I was certain that I had misheard him.
"Yeah. I'm sure." He wasn't even looking at me, he was looking at Kylie who had finally managed to pull herself away from the window.
I guess I could add something else to the list of how mating with humans affected Coxians: it made Fey normal.
"I want to see everything!" Kylie announced, bouncing on her toes as she hitched up the massive pajama pants that she had been wearing for a few days, the white tank top that Fey had provided her with as big as the pants. She wasn't even wearing shoes.
It had all seemed like a logical choice for clothes for the last few days seeing as we were spending most of our time in bed. Now, it was going to be a problem.
"I'm fine with that," I closed the gap between us, grabbing the fabric that was barely clinging to her hip. "But first we need to get you some proper clothes."
She looked at me curiously before glancing down and busting out into strings of laughter.
"You know, pretty much my entire life for the last three years has been nudity. I never even left The Scarlet Feather... somehow I forgot that normal people wear clothes all the time." She shook her head, as if the idea of being clothed all the time was silly to her.
"Normal people don't wear clothes, or rather you don't wear clothes normally," Fey whispered with that low voice of his, coming to stand on the other side of Kylie, who instantly stiffened.
Even I could feel the waves of erotic pleasure that were wafting from him. It wasn't Kylie who glared at him that time.
"Woops!" He grinned, stepping back, hands up, eyes on the side of Kylie's breast that was exposed. He wasn't sorry at all.
"Clothes first." I announced, pulling Kylie away from Fey. She was already posturing him. "Fey, refuel us. I'll get Kylie some clothes, let her see the station, and get something to eat."
"Good. I can't wait to see what you find," Fey closed the gap between them, even though Kylie was still glaring at him. "And then I can take it all off."
Good lord. I take back everything I said. He was still the same old Fey. He could focus all of that sexual tension on one person instead of twenty.
Grabbing Kylie, I dragged her away from the 'sexy showdown' that the two had locked themselves in, pulling her toward the cargo hold that was already sliding open.
"Rules of the station..." I began, leading her down one hall and then another. "There are aliens that will take whatever they want. I advise you to stay close, and don't look anyone in the eye."
"Are you serious?" Kylie scoffed, pulling us to a stop as we reached the cargo bay. "Do I need to remind you where you pulled me from... or why I was hiding there?"
"No." I said sheepishly. Yes, I had forgotten. Or rather, I
