The entire crew was in the main room, plus Tor and Mar. They both avoided her gaze.
How do you even fix a situation like this?
Cora couldn't imagine how angry they'd be if she fucked Tai. As she closed the door behind her and fell onto the bed, a thought occurred to her.
Mar knew this would happen, and still chose to bring me on this ship. Still chose to lie.
It didn't matter whether the crew members were on heat suppressants or not. If she went into heat, all of them would.
Either he doesn't care if that happens, or he's assuming something else will stop them.
Shame, maybe? Whatever their hangup is about colony behavior?
Cora knew from personal experience that shame was
not
a good way to stop something from happening.
Mar entered, followed by Tor. She turned to face them, watching as they went to their crates, packing their bags.
"Going somewhere?" Cora kept her voice neutral.
"Mission," Tor replied simply.
"Is everyone going?"
"Almost. All but two and the pilot."
She sat up, moving carefully to sit on the edge of the bed. "Quick question."
Mar looked at her, then went back to packing. "Yes?"
Pissing them off seems like a great idea. Let's do that.
Forcing as much insolence into her voice as possible, Cora tilted her head back. "Am I expected to
behave
myself while you two are gone?"
Tor gave her a dangerous look.
"You're expected to behave yourself, regardless." Mar replied flatly.
He wasn't taking her bait.
Yet.
"Mm-hmm. Okay, well, that's going to depend on whoever's here while you're
not.
"
Mar's voice was perilously quiet. "Run that by me again."
"You heard me." Cora sat back on the bed, watching as Tor struggled with his temper. He'd already understood. "You're not the only ones in heat. And now you're leaving me here," she paused on a knife's edge.
Incendiary
didn't even begin to describe the words dancing on the tip of her tongue. "with Tai, right?"
Tor looked at Mar. Then, he looked at Cora. Finally, he looked back to Mar.
He laughed, picked up his bag, and left the room.
Now, it was only Cora and Mar.
The expression on Mar's face terrified her- more accurately, the lack thereof. It was perfectly blank, save for a wry smile that didn't reach his eyes.
He gestured with a single finger, pointing at the ground.
Sliding off the bed, Cora knelt in front of him. While he unfastened his belt, another hand seized a fistful of her hair. A thumb pressed against her lips.
Obediently, she opened her mouth. Unlike last time, he was rough, pushing it in deep enough to make her gag. She tried to pull back, but the grip on her hair kept her in place. He replaced his thumb with two fingers, watching passively as she struggled against them.
Mar withdrew his fingers from her mouth, not waiting for her to catch her breath before he shoved his cock straight to the back of her throat.
Oh, I missed this.
"Hands behind your back."
Cora whined, earning a sharp tug on her hair, before she did what he asked.
He increased his pace, watching her with the same blank expression. When her face began to turn colors, Mar pulled back, letting her breathe.
"When we come back, we're going to break you."
Cora tried to respond with a
please do
, only to find her mouth full again. She was a mess, spit dripping down her throat and soaking her shirt. He increased his pace, using his grip on her hair to hold her down. It was so hard to keep her hands behind her back, but Cora knew that she'd overstepped. She didn't want to piss him off any more than she already had.
Still, this was fucking
hot.
Mar growled quietly, freeing her mouth again. For a second, he stood back, regarding the mess he'd made of her. Then, he wiped his cock off, tucking it away.
"Do whatever you want while we're gone. I don't care. But, Cora?"
She bit back a whine. "Yes?"
"Test my restraint like that again, and I'll tear him apart in front of you."
Cora should have found that fucked up, and she absolutely would have, were Mar not standing above her, looking down at her like that.
Her response sounded more like a moan than an
okay.
Mar rolled his eyes, tossing aside the cloth he'd used. "Be ready."
Pleased, she nodded. "I will."
After he left, Cora sat back, peeling her shirt off.
Wait a minute. What the fuck was that?
She wiped herself off with a dry portion of the shirt. It had excited her to no end, the thought of making them angry. As long as she'd known him, Mar had never completely lost control of himself like Tor would. Cora wondered what that would look like.
Probably hot, probably terrifying.
There was a loud hiss from the far end of the ship, then a loud clanking noise.
They're already leaving.
For a moment, her hormones took a step back.
Oh, I didn't tell them to be safe. Or to not fall in any holes.
Tor hadn't seemed nervous, so it clearly wasn't a dangerous mission, but still. It bothered her.
Cora peeked out of the door. The main room was empty. She knew the pilot would stay in the control room, maintaining their position in orbit.
Where were the other two?
She'd taken a stab in the dark when she mentioned Tai, but in reality, Cora had no idea who was still on the ship.
It was a good time to get some food.
Cautiously, Cora stepped out of the door and closed it behind her. It was eerily quiet on the ship without the seven other crewmates.
I'm not doing anything wrong, just going to the kitchen.
Cora fought the urge to tiptoe. She couldn't hear anyone else, and the normal whir of the engine had slowed to a low hum.
It's too fucking quiet.
There was another bowl in the cooler for her. She made a mental note to find out who was doing the meal preparation and thank them. In the tray with all the larger forks, there were a handful of smaller forks for Cora.
As she sat to eat, she wondered what the rest of the crew saw when they looked at her.
Am I like a pet?
That weirded her out
. I hope not. I'm not into that.
She was hungrier than she thought, and finished eating quickly.
For a split second, the air around her moved differently. Someone was behind her.
Cora took a deep breath through her nose.
Oh, it's Erie.
"Erie? What's up?" She turned to face him.
He took a small step back. "Both of them left?"
Cora nodded.
"Hm." At this, he left the kitchen, heading to the main room. She heard a second set of footsteps.
So it's Erie, then whoever that is.
Unfortunately, when she rounded the corner, only Erie was on the couch.
Cora sat next to him, leaning on the remaining couch arm. She could feel him eyeing her. When her gaze met his, the first thing she noticed was the dark ring around his irises.
Uh-oh. Tai was right.
He coughed. "Cora, are you cold?"
The arrogance that was normally so natural to Erie, now seemed forced.
"Yeah." She wasn't.
Cora turned to him, climbing into his lap before nestling her face into the crook of his neck. Erie shivered, hard, but didn't move.
As she spoke, she let her lips brush his neck. "Sorry, is this okay?" There was no apology in her tone.
"Yeah." His hips twitched under hers.
"What about this?" She ran the tip of her tongue up one of the ridges of his neck.
Erie made a faint noise, pulling her down against him.
Cora moved to sit up, freezing when she realized that Tai was sitting across the room. He was watching them intently, his chin resting on his hands.
His expression was almost unreadable. Almost, but for the hunger in his eyes.
"Does Tor not have a problem with," Tai gestured at them. "This?"
Cora sat up, grinning. "You're here, too!" Keeping her eyes on him, she put a hand on Erie's chest and slowly began moving her hips back and forth. "I'm sure he does, but not nearly as much as Mar."
Surprise flashed across his face. "Mar is- territorial?"
Erie ran his hands up her thighs, pausing at this.
Cora snorted. "What, you thought he was
better
than that?" She hoped that Tai understood sarcasm.
"Well- if he is, I don't want to know how he'd react to... to this."
"He'd kill me." Erie spoke matter-of-factly.
"No, he won't. Now, if I, uh, if i tried to make him angry by
threatening
to do this, he would. But that's different."
"I'm sorry, what?"
Cora was having a hard time focusing on the conversation. Erie had begun to tremble slightly, and was mumbling something that sounded like a Roshak swear.
She looked him up and down.
Mar said 'do whatever you want'. Either way, I'm getting railed within an inch of my life when they get back.
Cora shook her head slightly before bending down to whisper in his ear.
"Erie?"
"Hm?" His voice cracked.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"Can I?"
Cora sat up, undoing his belt. They didn't wear the same uniforms on this ship, so the buckle was unfamiliar to her.
At one point, Erie waved her hands away and began doing it himself. She took the opportunity to stand, pulling her shirt off. She felt both sets of eyes on her as she stepped out of her pants.
"I'm not too small," Cora huffed.
Hopefully he's not as big as Mar. They might not believe me.
She turned back to Erie, wrapping her hand around his waiting shaft. Though she'd had one in her repeatedly, Cora never had really looked at them. It was pretty similar to what humans had, but with a pattern of small, dark ridges running up the length.
"You never answered my question, Erie."
