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Kaav shook his head at Chef Hypatia. “It doesn’t matter to me. Kaav and I will taint them with our presence, then we’ll leave, and you can figure out how to deal with the hysteric women.”
Chef scoffed. “You’re a real bastard, Hive. You’ll leave me to clean up your mess?”
Hive smirked. “It’s going to smell like wet pussy in there once I leave. You should enjoy that, Crew Chief.”
She jabbed a finger at him, poking it right into his broad chest. It was the first time I’d seen her touch a Khetar. She probably was worried about getting cooties still. “Don’t talk to me like that, you, you,cockfucker.”
Hive shook his head. “According to the Lexikon, that was never an insult. You could call me ‘cocksucker,’ ‘cockhead, ‘dickhole’--”
Chef shoved him with both hands and grunted. “I’m not like you! I don’t need two women. Ophelia is all I need to be happy, and you disgusting men with your weird hanging balls and veiny dingdongs are threatening to ruin that all for me. Your tainting my whole crew and leaving me to clean up the mess is just a small-scale example of what you’re going to do to our whole planet.”
Ophelia pulled Hypatia off of Hive. “It’s okay, Sweetheart. I’ll help you calm the women down after they’re tainted. I’ve done it a lot on the surface already. Those holograms hit Ginsburg really hard. Your crew is nothing compared to what I’ve dealt with on the ground.”
Kaav put himself between Hive and Chef. He glared up at Hive. “I’ve worked hard to get Crew Chief on our side,fellow Inseminator.”
He called Hive anInseminatorwith real acid in his voice, like he was about to go for Hive’s throat. I found myself wanting it to happen. I’d seen these powerful bodies packed with muscle, and I wanted to see what they could do to each other. Then I realized that Kaav might actually get hurt, and I found myself grabbing Kaav and trying to pull him away.
Chef Hypatia was breathing heavily. Her shoulders were having. Only Ophelia touching her seemed to be having any real calming effect on her.
Hive raised his silver palms and took on a solemn expression. “I apologize, Crew Chief. My balls are sore from prolonged sexual arousal with no release. I’m not used to fully inhabiting one single body like this. The seed building up in my balls is making my behavior erratic. I designed the Khetar biology to have no interest in women like you, and it seems this body is getting tired of dealing with a woman who cannot give it release.”
“Goddess,” Chef said, shaking her head. “High Command was right about men. You truly are pigs. We’re all just walking kittens to you, aren’t we?”
Kaav stepped forward. “Let’s stop talking and get tainting. This conversation clearly isn’t going anywhere productive, is it?”
Ophelia put her hand on the door to the mess hall. “I couldn’t agree more. Sweetheart, should I open the door?”
“Yeah,” Chef said, face still red with anger, “do it.”
Ophelia swung open the door, and I braced myself for the jealousy I knew I’d feel.
Hive walked in first, and Kaav behind him.
I heard gasps and screams, and I lingered just outside the mess hall, unsure of whether I should go in or not. Part of me just wanted to stay outside and not witness the scene, but most of me wanted to be there with my arms wrapped around Kaav, giving every woman aboard a clear signal that he wasmine.
When I did step inside, half of the women had fallen to their knees just as I had. Two or three had actuallyfainted, and a handful were shakily holding onto the wall, tables, or countertops to prevent themselves from falling over.
Three or four women—Co-Pilot Eve among them—were shielding their eyes with their hands. I watched as Co-Pilot’s fingers trembled and spread open, creating a slit that she could see through. Her other hand reached between her legs, but then started tearing at her jumpsuit when she realized she couldn’t physically get her hand down her pants.
Comms Eve wascrawlingon the floor toward Hive, looking right up at his cock with her mouth wide and agape.
“I think we’re done here,” Hive said to Kaav and me.
“Wait!” Comms screamed, desperation edging into her voice. “I want you! Please! Please! Let me touch that Goddess’ gift hanging between your legs. Please!”
“No!” Co-Pilot screeched. She’d gotten the shoulders off her jumpsuit, and her breasts were exposed. She walked forward, toward Hive, but another woman shoved her out of the way and got in front of her.
That’s when Chef stepped forward. She had a stun pistol in her hand now, and she pointed it directly at Co-Pilot’s tits. “I’m dropping anyone who takes another step forward.”
In one quick motion, Comms stood up from the floor and lunged toward Hive’s dingdong with both hands.
Hypatia shot her in the neck. It was an M12 Neuroinhibitor with close-ranged auto-aim capabilities. It always hit the neck if it was exposed, and the round selectively blocked neural signals from the brain to the rest of the body, sparing vital organs but completely turning all limbs and muscles to rubber.
Comms collapsed into the ground in a heap. She started crying. The M12 didn’t stop you from talking.
“You bitch! You frigidbitch!” Comms screeched.
“Anyone else?” Hypatia asked. “More Khetar are coming. Cool your kittens. We’re working on getting enough on the ship that everyone can have one. Anyone else who makes me shoot you will belastin line. Women who behave and do whatever I tell you to do from here on out will be given priority. Are we clear?”
