Page 69 of Uncovered By the Alien Commander
Content it’s just a matter of time, I take a seat beside Logarn. The weak, tiny polymer chair creaks and bends under my weight as I throw my long legs over the table, reclining with a relaxed breath. “Imagine how small the Nebian chairs will be,” I state with mindless curiosity.
“Tiny,” Logarn answers.
His surprising answer prompts me to smile. “True, Logarn, very true,” I affirm as I close my eyes, hoping to relax, yet it only fills me with yearning anxiety that Tyrxie is traveling down a corridor now. My eyes snap open, and I wonder if it’s possible to forgo sleep altogether.
The door swooshes open and I almost fall righting myself on the chair, thinking it might be the troublesome human female. Yet the intruder couldn’t be more different. Noroth stands bare-chested, sweat still clings to his muscular body, as well as theheady musky scent of mating. His broad, flattened face carries a knowing smile as he enters, strutting like an arena champion.
“Nothing like good mating to put a spring in a warrior’s step,” Noroth declares with a smirk, stretching his thick limbs.
“Too bad you didn’t spring into a shower,” I shoot back, holding my nose for emphasis.
Noroth sniffs under his arms with a grimace. “And deny you both the scent of an eager female?” he retorts, smiling at Logarn and me before continuing. “Fear not, my brothers, I understand your struggles, but I will bear the burden of our legendary Klendathian virality.”
“I don’t think you understand my struggles, brother. No one does,” I reply with a weary sigh, as I place my legs on the table again. “Tread carefully, you mate with a vipertail,” I caution.
Noroth moves to take a bowl from a cupboard and begins filling it with disgusting slop. “Gods, the Jungarian is insatiable! She can’t get enough. Who am I to deny such a wanton female?” he says with excitement, moving to join us at the table. “I knew she was keen. The way her gaze would linger on me. The Captain must’ve dried her out, but with me she’s gushing.”
I frown at his words, unimpressed. “Trust me, that one’s as likely to cut your dick off as look at it.”
Noroth scoffs, “Not mine. She enjoys it too much,” he states without a hint of doubt.
I shrug my shoulders, hoping he’s right, hoping Noroth can find solace with her.Like finding contentment with a rabid hydralith!Noroth pinches shut his flat nose while he’s about to shovel a spoonful of gray slop into his mouth, prompting me to straighten before gripping his wrist.
“Not today,” I declare with a fanged smile, saving him from at least one unappealing action.
“Huh?” Noroth questions with a frown.
I gesture behind me to the vibrating food dispenser. “I’ve got boracks steaks in there.” Turning to see Noroth’s surprised joy spreading over his brutal visage. “We won’t have to eat this shite again,” I wave a dismissive hand over their bowls.
“Truly?” Noroth exclaims, glancing between the food dispenser and back to me. He continues after I nod in affirmation. “What a glorious day! How did you manage this gift from the Gods?” he inquires.
I mesh my fingers behind my head in smug satisfaction. “The cargo hold. Captain Kaanus kept a few crates. I had my eye on them for a while, so I thought void it, why not?”
“Oh, won’t the Captain miss them?” Noroth questions scratching his head.
I reply, raising an eyebrow. “Strange concern from the one who’s mating his female.”
“You’re surly today, Xandor,” Noroth replies with a frown. “Besides, the way Hyanxa tells it, she’s done with him for good.”
“Indeed, the Captain is done,” I lament with a sigh. “Seeing as I’m doing his and the navigator’s job, I’m owed a little—” My words trail off.
The door swooshes open, drawing my attention, and my heart pounds in my chest as Tyrxie stands at the precipice. Her beautiful green eyes scan the room, a look of shock spreading over her alluring pale features. Yet to her credit, she doesn’t run—not this time, at least.
Despite the yearning chest-thumping desperation that threatens to draw me to speak, to look upon her, I harden my heart, crushing all weakness in a vise made of the thickest arcweave. I avert my gaze and fold my arms, feigning complete disinterest.
“Gods!” Noroth exclaims, leaping from his chair in excitement. “She voiding does exist!”
Oh, she exists alright, and knowing my recent luck, I’ll soon find Noroth mating her too.
The torturous image of her bent over screaming Noroth’s name in lustful pleasure twists my lips into a heart-wrenching sneer. Good, I welcome it, seeking to kill my desire for the female. I will poison it, neglect it until it withers and dies, like some hollow dead thing.The only path left to me.
Tyrxie gasps at the frightening sight of Noroth. Not surprising, he is quite the sight, the perfect combination of bare-chested, brutish strength and intimidating smashed face and lumpy ears. I expect the terrified human to beat a hasty exit at any moment, facing those she’s been hiding from since our arrival.
“Yes... yes I do in fact exist,” Tyrxie stammers back, her uncertainty portraying obvious fear.
Noroth chuckles. “I feared Xandor was overcome with mind sickness!” he continues, still driven with excitement. “It’s pleasing to meet you finally. I’m Noroth and this young one is Logarn.” Noroth approaches Tyrxie to loom over her, performing the Klendathian salute. Logarn soon follows suit but doesn’t speak.
I can almost see the wheels turning in Tyrxie’s head, rubbing that unknown object she keeps in her pocket. It won’t be long.Any second now, she’ll run away.“It’s...it’s a pleasure. I’m sorry we didn’t meet sooner.... I was... afraid,” she stammers, her honest words prick my ears up with surprise.What game she’s playing now?