Page 77 of Uncovered By the Alien Commander
“Or what?” Hyanxa shoots back, now standing at arm’s length, her greater height and build shaking my resolve. “I’m mating, Xandor,” she sneers, her golden eyes shining with hatred. “Yeah, we mate for hours and I scream his name when he pounds me with his enormous cock.”
Despair swallows me whole, her words confirming my worst fears. My eyes drift downwards, unable to face the sneering Hyanxa, unable to face anything. She Jabs a sharp painful nail into my chest. “And he loves my pussy. He can’t get enough, whispering my name as he nibbles my ear, when he releases himself fully inside me.”
Xandor wouldn’t! Would he?
Another hard pointed finger stabs into my brand, where my heart used to be. A furious anger blazes inside me, burning away the despair as my eyes snap to Hyanxa and my fists clench. Yet Hyanxa only continues to sneer. “He talks about you too, after he’s spent himself. Said you’re a scared ugly bitch!” She spits the last word out like seething poison.
Something in me snaps. All my anguish, all my anger, all my disappointment rush to the surface, directed into a thunderous slap that I deliver, crashing into the furred face of my tormenter. “I voiding hate you!” I roar as Hyanxa’s head snaps sideways, the impact resonating with a sharp, stinging sensation in my hand.But it’s worth it. Oh yes, more than worth it!
I can’t stop, driven by years of repressed hatred that erupts like a venting Elerium core. I throw slaps and punches, screaming and screeching, the words lost to me, everything’s lost in a blur of murderous rage and flailing hands. Hyanxa covers her head, bent over a nearby bench, weathering my torrent of fury.
Then, in a heartbeat, like the passing of a cosmic storm, my vision clears, my anger dissipates. Replaced by gulping breaths and shaking hands. Exhausted, I study Hyanxa, shocked to seeher cowering on the bench, shocked that I lashed out with such burning hatred. A mixture of emotions swarms inside me—spent anger, elation and pity, even for Hyanxa, the one who’s tormented me for so long.
Hyanxa trembles with slight movements, and I worry I went too far. “I... I’m sorry Hyanxa.” The words stutter from my dry lips.
She turns her head in a swift motion, a surprising smirk etched on her scratched face. Then I realize Hyanxa wasn’t sobbing but laughing! I’d be angry If I had enough emotional energy remaining, instead I can only muster a disdainful shake of my head.
“I owed you that one,” she states with a wince as she straightens and rubs her hand over her marked and swollen face. “But void, I’d thought you’d never stop,” she chuckles.
“You let me hit you?” I ask, glancing at my trembling hands that still ache with stinging use. “Because you felt guilty about stealing Xandor?” I add, wondering what drove her to accept my attack.
Hyanxa grimaces. “Void no,” she replies with haste, hopping onto the bench while still rubbing her face, as if trying to scrub the scuffs away. “I’m not mating Xandor; I’m mating Boroth,” she retorts. Her admission brings a wave of relief, but all that mating talk seems distant now.
“Boroth?” I inquire, my brows furrowed with confusion.
“Yeah, the hulk of muscle with the long red hair like mine,” she explains, taking out her vaporstick and drawing from it.
“You mean Noroth?” I correct, with a soft laugh, jumping onto the bench nearest to her.
Hyanxa’s eyes widen as they fixate on mine. “He’s not called Noroth, is he?” she asks, in a tone full of disbelief. I can only smile and nod. “Void sake! He’s being whispering my name all this time, and I’ve been calling him voiding Boroth!” Shegrimaces and buries her head in her hands. “He must think me a simpleton,” she laments.
I erupt with laughter, some at her mistake, more at the rush of exhilaration as the adrenaline ebbs from my veins and a sense of a wrong being righted. “With those lumpy ears of his, maybe he never heard,” I offer with a sympathetic shrug.
Hyanxa groans, muffled by her hands. While I struggle not to laugh, unable to imagine a more terrifying couple in the entire cosmos. “At least we both learned something,” she states, taking out a black jar of ointment that looks familiar.
“Noroth’s name?” I answer with a question, unsure what I’ve learned other than Hyanxa is crazy, and I feel more confused than when I started.
“You do want Xandor, and you’ll fight for him when pushed.” Hyanxa stretches over the bench, reaching for a cloth. “No more of this silly crap about him being too dangerous or other stupid excuses,” she explains, dabbing ointment onto the cloth.
She’s right. I couldn’t control my rage when she lied about mating with Xandor. Why do I talk myself out of the things I desire? Is it fear?
“Fine,” I admit with a determined nod. “But he still rejects me, remember?” I ask. The bitter memory almost chokes me up, a hard pill to swallow.
Hyanxa doesn’t answer but wipes her swollen and scratched face with the cloth. Yet she doesn’t wince or show any pain, even though I know that ointment stings. “Got this from Mod,” she states, flashing the jar, confirming my suspicions. “I’ll not tell you what for.” She lets out a sudden laugh.
I shudder at the implied meaning. “Ah, it’s starting to soothe now,” Hyanxa declares, throwing her head back, taking a long breath. “Those Glaseroid brothers have their uses,” she adds.
“Yeah, I asked Job about Xandor and he said if he rejected me, then he must be defective. Whatever that means,” I say, my hand finding my locket, the only certainty in this sea of unknowns.
Hyanxa scoffs, “Asking a Glaseroid for mating advice is like asking Kaanus for an orgasm. Neither has a voiding clue where to begin,” she replies in haste, straightening.
I titter at her words, despite the mental image being more than a touch disturbing. “He said I should display my ‘fleshy bits.’” I press, thinking not all of Job’s advice sounded terrible.
“Fleshy bits?” Hyanxa repeats, rising an eyebrow. “You mean your tits and ass?” She motions to cup her own petite breasts.
And an engorged egg sack, but the less said about that, the better!My face heats at her bold words and casual display, but I still nod.
Hyanxa smirks. “It’s not the worst advice I’ve heard,” she chuckles before continuing. “But you can’t just go waving your tits in males’ faces. Well, you can, but it might end badly.”