"Mind your own fucking business you nosy alien cunts." If they couldn't understand, I might as well go for it. Again, they giggled and held the silver box closer. Yep, a camera.
So I flipped them off, they giggled again and came around the rack they had been standing behind, gesturing toward where Myro had gone and then waving their hands from their groin to their head. Was that the equivalent of flipping the bird in their culture? Okay, I didn't think that gesturing about a giant dick was offensive. I mean, it's not like they knew how big Myro was, he was pretty good at hiding it. So what the hell was their deal?
I gave them one last glare and went back to shopping, but the women didn't back down. They kept gesturing, and giggling, and asking something in their home tongue. The same phrase over and over.
God, could they go away already?
"I don't understand you," I said slowly, as though that would help them understand me. They asked the same thing again and I slammed the clothes I had back down, waving my wrist and ident through the air. "I don't understand you. It's broken!"
Man, these ladies would not leave me alone. I was trying to focus on my clothes, but now they were waddling over to me, grey skin rolling, purple hair flopping on top of their heads like some kind of nest.
"I really can't understand you, which is probably good because—" All of my excuses floundered as she held out that grey box, flipping it around so I could see the screen.
So I could see Myro sitting on the couch in the Scarlet Feather, his cock fully engorged as two of the ladies there serviced him. I had seen this before, back on Earth.
But this was not Earth.
I could have sworn that the air was sucked out of the room, that the moon stopped spinning and we were all sucked out into space. I stood frozen, watching the video as it played on repeat.
"Where did you get this?" I asked, even though I knew they wouldn't be able to understand me. They kept making gestures mimicking Myro's size. I knew what they were asking, and they weren't getting an answer.
"Where?"
I looked around. These ladies clearly weren't the only ones who had seen the video, pretty much everyone was still looking at me, or looking at the door after Myro as though he was going to charge back through completely naked.
Everyone had seen the video. The video that I had assumed hadn't made it off Earth. If it was off Earth though, and it obviously was, how had it happened? Who had shared the footage, and why?
"Excuse me," I spat, throwing the clothes down and hightailing it toward the door.
I know I’d told Myro that I would stay there, but I didn't have time for that. Not anymore.
If that video had made it through the solar system then those purple-haired women weren't the only ones who had seen it. Weren’t the only ones who knew that the Coxians had been on Earth; had been with a human.
We couldn't stay here.
I bolted out of the store and into the crowd that had only grown bigger, into the wall of people that included a few more golden skinned aliens than I had expected, all of them bolting in the same direction that I had seen Myro go.
So much for hiding.
I unsheathed my knife, keeping my body low as I followed them.
Now we would see how afraid of humans Coxians really were.
17
Fey
What in the ever living fuck was wrong with me?
"'I'll refuel the ship...'." Yes, I was mocking myself, but after the foul words that had left my mouth, I deserved it.
"I'll refuel the ship!" What the hell was wrong with me? Or rather, what was wrong with the human that seemed to have an iron coil around my cock?
"I'll refuel the fucking ship!"
"Yeah, we heard you the first eight times," the grey-skinned Monumat female who ran the fuel dock by our port grumbled, giving me a glare with lavender eyes that two months ago would have had me sending orgasmic waves of pleasure toward her. She would have been more than happy to follow me back onto my ship...
But no, I was locked up tight. Cock and lust belonging to one female only.
You know what was worse? I was fucking happy about it. Even if I was grumbling now.
"Then refuel the ship! Gah!" I threw my hands up in the air and stormed off to the large openness of the hangar. The massive spaces had always weirded me out, if only because of how small they made me feel. Towering ceilings blocked out the vacuum of space, and gave enough room for the spaceships that were often as large, or larger than the palaces that the siblings and their Harems occupied back home. There were hundreds of them, lining the walls.
It made me feel like a child.
A child that was head over heels in love with a human.
Love.
The fact that the word even popped into my mind shows how much that human had control over me.
"Get it together, Fey," I grumbled to myself, dragging my hand through my hair as I turned, ready to jog a lap around the outer hangar ring that circled Io.
Instead I froze.
There, at least ten bays down, was a golden ship almost identical to our own. A sleek monster that was a glittering hulk of lines and angles. Gorgeous.
And unwanted.
Of all the times for us to land on Io, it would be the time that other Coxians would be here too. They couldn't be here; it was too dangerous. If they saw Myro and me—with a human—we were done for.
No hiding. No coup.
Just death.
"Shit." I hissed the single word between clenched teeth, turning on my
