I was just a little worried about what she might do when I wasn't looking. My mind conjured up the worst possible scenario. Were her kind like Praying Mantis from Earth? Did they bite the head off of their mate after sex? Is that why there were so few males left?
My eyes opened quickly when I felt her slobbery mouth on my nose. She was kissing me all over my face. When she found my lips, her tongue pushed forcibly into my mouth. The wild spread of her sticky spittle all over my face was repulsive, but she was still so damn beautiful as she did it.
"Thank you," she whispered over and over. "Thank you, captain. Thank you, Kash. Thank you, my most glorious lover. Thank you so much."
She finally pulled away and returned to a seated position, wiping the slobber from her chin like she just noticed it. Though I had just got off in magnificent fashion, the gesture made me think about a potential blowjob in the future. Her mouth was too small in engulf my full glory but with her hands going at it, I was thinking I could add a little something, something to the slobbery mix on her chin.
"Did you orgasm?" I asked, figuring that I already knew the answer. I just wanted to hear her acknowledge it.
"Yes," she flashed me the most genuine smile I had ever seen. "Yes, it was the most intense and painful climax of my life. Thank you for the orgasm. Thank you for your semen. If I become impregnated, I will forever be in your debt, captain."
"You are welcome," I told her, my state of sexual arousal finally gone. "I enjoyed it, too. You are a great lover, but none like I have ever had before."
I began rocking gently like I wanted out from under her. Instead of honoring my unspoken request, she pushed her rump firmly down on me as her hands flew to my chest. "No! Wait! I don't want to lose a drop of your, what did you call it? Baby batter?"
"Oh, okay," I said. It wasn't the first time that I would have to lay patiently on the bed after having sex with a woman. This time seemed like the most meaningful occasion. "How long until you know if you are pregnant?"
"Tomorrow," she answered smoothly with a big smile.
"Tomorrow?"
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN:
I slept with both Cinnamon and Honeysuckle in my bed again, but not both at the same time. The three of us alternated at control room duty, not completely trusting the computer to alert us to potential threats considering our precarious situation.
I did shower thoroughly after the sexual experience with Aeren. My face and chest were plastered stiff with her sticky saliva. My loins had a fair share of her vaginal secretion as well. Since all the girls of my original crew had special scents that accentuated their sexual fluids, I decided to taste a bit of Aeren's crotch slobber from my fingertip. It was mostly like typical body fluids, a little salty. But I could swear that there was a hint of mint as well. She claimed that she didn't need me to go down on her, but would she allow it? Did her pussy have a minty flavor that I might enjoy?
Even in my relatively lofty position as captain of our ship, I didn't always feel the part. Sometimes I lapsed back to my criminal mindset. Other times I felt out of place. And surprisingly often I felt like a pervert. I believed that my moral code was improving of late. However, one part of me felt like a king. That was my cock. How could it not? Every woman I had sex with became a devout follower. Strawberry was undeniably the most extreme example. But Aeren, should she become pregnant, could even overshadow the redhead's response to my good, and sometimes forceful, loving.
Speaking of my first officer, I visited her in medical just as she was being released by the doctor. She told me to give her a few days before she would be ready for some more rough sex. I couldn't quite tell if she was joking or looking forward to another brutal romp. But she would be physically capable of control room duty as soon as I wanted her.
My mind was singing to itself:
I don’t know who you think you are,
But before this flight is through,
I’m gonna do bad things to you.
"Take a few hours to rest," I told her as I took her hand in mine. There was a sparkle in her eye when I did. It not only made her unbelievably attractive, but the sight also made me genuinely happy to have that effect on her.
"I've been resting too much already," she answered playfully.
"Okay, well lie on your bed with your tablet and look at the navigation situation for a while. We can all use a break before we deal with anything else. If no threats arise, we'll start plotting our course this evening."
"Where are we going?" she asked. That question was as big of a testament to her new attitude as any. She used to have some strong opinions on what we should haul and where we should sell it.
"I don't know," I replied pulling her body against mine. I remembered at the last second that she had just taken a bullet in her gut yesterday. I held off from the squeeze that I wanted to give her. Vanilla's watchful eye was on me as well. "I look forward to your recommendations at dinner tonight."
Strawberry released my hand and went around the hall to her quarters beside the control room. Vanilla was still staring at me from the doorway to medical with a judgmental look.
I felt like
