Chapter 6

The trek back to her ship was much more relaxed than the last time. We held hands on the way, arriving about 90 minutes later. The ship still had power, but the air was warm and stale since the ventilation system wasn’t running. With temperatures in the mid to upper 30’s, I was surprised it wasn’t hotter. Thivkari led the way to engineering, where she punched commands into a console to unlock the data core. It was a cube about 20cm on each side, with one face covered in connectors. She retrieved a padded case from a cabinet, as well as some kind of electronic device in its own case. Based on the connectors on it, it was likely an interface for the data core. Heading back, she stopped at a storage compartment and began unloading boxes into her pack. I couldn’t tell what they were, but some looked to be much lighter than others. We then went to the women’s quarters, where she dug around in a drawer and retrieved what looked like an identification card and a framed photo of several Tsch’kal at what looked like a formal event. “Engineering academy graduation,” she explained. We then went to what could only have been the galley. There was a slight hum in the air. “I didn’t realize that the cold storage units were still online. We should bring back everything that we can before the power fails. Do we have anything insulated that we can use?”

“It’s too bad we can’t just take the units. There’s room in the cargo hold for them, along with power connections.”

Thivkari’s mouth hung open, and she dropped her pack to the deck. “Wait here!” She ran off down the passageway. Ten minutes later, she returned, dragging some kind of cart that held a plastic case. “It’s a gravity sled!” she exclaimed excitedly. She pointed at the case. “I also got a spare power pack and some charge cables. “It’s empty, but I’m sure I can connect it to your ship’s power system to recharge it.” She reached over to one of the units and popped a few latches loose. “These units are modular so they’ll fit inside the passageways. We can remove them one at a time and use the gravity sled to take them back to your ship!” She seemed almost giddy. I guess my cooking only tasted good to humans. “It weighs 48.31728 kilograms,” she paused to glare at the translator, then rummaged through cabinets and brought out several large containers of what looked to be herbs and spices, stowing them in my pack. I would lug the sled back to the Queen North.

We were able to get two of the modules moved back to my ship and connected to power in the cargo bay. Inside were what looked like frozen packs of meat, vegetables, and a few prepackaged individual meals. Thivkari cooked one of them in the microwave and I tried it. She warned me that it was spicy ... well, she said something like, “It’s seasoned with plants that contain chemicals compounds which irritate the mouth and nasal passages.” It was almost painfully spicy, but it was also well seasoned, almost like Indian food. I would be making use of the herbs and spices she had brought, because they tasted fantastic.

That night, I put down a folded towel on the bed, and had her lay her butt on it. Laying next to her, we kissed and I played with her pussy, getting her nice and wet before climbing between her thighs and letting her guide me inside. She was still insanely tight, so we made love gently. After I spent myself inside her, we used the towel to clean up the mess so that neither of us had to sleep in a wet spot. Turning off the lights, I wrapped her in my arms and went to sleep with a tit cupped in my hand. Emily always slept hot, and I was constantly complaining about her cooking me at night. Spooning Thivkari was like cuddling a soft, cool blanket. I woke up the next morning with my erection pressing into her thighs. It must have woken her up, too, because she rubbed her butt against me. I had her get on all fours, and retrieved the bottle of personal lubricant from my nightstand. It only took a few drops to make my dick slippery enough, and I slid all the way in in a single thrust. Thivkari grunted. I took her hand and guided it to her clit, but she didn’t need to be told what to do as I pumped into her from behind. I turned the lights in the cabin on so I could enjoy the view. I felt wetness on my balls, and realized that she was dripping on the bed, so I quickly snagged a towel and put it under us, then resumed thrusting into her. My hands on her cheeks, I couldn’t help but be tempted by the pink pucker in front of me. Pulling my dick all the way out of her, I stuck my middle finger in, swiping around to get it wet, then slipped my dick back inside. Fuck, her pussy was soft! I pushed my wet fingertip against the pucker of her asshole. She moaned.

“Do you like that?” I asked. “Do you like it when I play with your ass?” I applied gentle pressure, pushing the tip of my finger just slightly inside the rim. She squealed, and then suddenly came, the contractions squeezing my dick almost painfully. “I take that as a yes.” When her orgasm subsided, I continued thrusting, matching my thrusts out of phase with my fingertip – when my dick went in, my finger came out. I stayed shallow, just inside the rim of her ass. Debbie had been emphatic that most woman who had a painful first experience with anal would never enjoy it. If I just shoved my finger up her ass, Thivkari would probably hate it. Her tail was swishing back and forth. Part of me wanted to tug on it, but I knew that many animals hated that. Would she? I gently stroked her lower back down to the base of her tail with my left hand. She shuddered.

She was pushing back against me now, meeting my thrusts and moaning. After about 15 minutes, her moans increased in intensity. I allowed my finger to go just a little deeper and then began rotating it. She cried out again, something that was either a blessing or a curse from the gods, and I felt her squirt, the fluid spraying against my balls and thighs as she came. The wet silk of her pussy squeezed me like a vice, and my own orgasm followed close behind, filling her with my seedless seed. She collapsed forward, shaking. I used the part of the towel that wasn’t trapped under her to dry myself. “Luke?” she asked.

I lay down next to her and wrapped my arms around her. “Yes?”

“My legs seem to have stopped working. Can you carry me to the toilet?” She laughed.

I squeezed her tighter, running my hands along her body, constantly marveling at how soft she was. I turned her towards me and kissed her. “I will always carry you when you need it.” She sighed contentedly, then rolled out of bed and went to use the toilet. I got out of bed, threw the damp towel in the hamper, and followed her. She flushed and got up, and I lifted the seat behind her to pee. She watched in fascination as I emptied my bladder. “Is something wrong?” She reached out and touched my dick gingerly with the tip of a finger.

“No. I’ve just never seen a male...” Her voice trailed off and she was blushing. I shook off and flushed, then dropped the seat back down.

“If you want to watch me pee, I don’t have any objections.” I shrugged. “You’d be the first woman I’ve ever been with who was curious.”

She shook her head, “No, it’s just ... we’re so similar but so different.” I reached down and gave her tail a gentle tug, finally giving in. She squealed. “What, you want to pull my tail?”

I laughed. “No, I just,” I stroked it, “Like you said, we’re so similar, yet so different. It’s attached to your backside.” I grabbed her ass and squeezed. “And I really like your backside.” She gave me a puzzled look. I sighed and tried my best to explain. “Look, human sexuality is complex. There’s a lot of things that go in to what makes a human determine if they want to ... well, if they are attracted to someone. I mean, it’s no one single factor. YOU are attractive. Your features, your face, are pleasing to my eyes. I find your body to be attractive. Different humans focus on different features, though. Some men are specifically attracted to large breasts. Some men like feet. Basically, for every part of your body, there’s at least one man out there who will be sexually attracted to it. We’re all unique, and we all like different things, or different combinations of things. I like butts.” I grabbed hers again and squeezed. “Yours is round and firm. My favorite view of a woman is from behind.” I bent her over the bed and spread her legs. I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture. Showing her, I said, “See? I can see your bu ... anus, your buttocks, your vulva, and the backs of your thighs. This entire view is highly arousing to me.” I put my hand around her tail at the base and ran my hand down its cream colored length. “This is a bonus decoration.”