Page 82 of Star Season


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holston

I was lying on a small bed on a distant planet in what was a resistance outpost. I’d had to go through several layers of security to get here. They’d taken my bracelet. They’d subjected me to a full cavity search. It had been intense.

Cypra hadn’t been there, because she was delivering the schematics for the ion cannon—which was the whole reason she’d gone up to that ship near Ohkk’s pole in the first place—securely to her superiors in the resistance.

But right now, Cypra was lying next to me on the narrow bed, her body melded into mine.

Half a gemoon had passed since we left Ohkk. We’d spent every night together since then, on Caspe’s and Sienne’s ship, assisting them with a smuggling mission they’d had to complete before dropping us off here.

Well, assisting might be putting it kind of strongly, because Cypra and I had been really distracted. We’d make plans to help them do things and then be screwing when an alarm went off and ignore it when one of them queried our door and never make it out to help them after all.

That didn’t happen every time, but…

The two were friendly enough, but they teased us mercilessly, saying that we had such loud sex that we couldn’t hear alarms.

I didn’t know what they got up to with all of his tentacles, but I was trying not to feel, uh, inadequate. I had two appendages, which seemed like a lot until… yeah…

“I mean,” I was saying, “it’s up to you.”

“It is not up to me,” she said, lifting up her head to look at my face. “It’s your body. You decide.”

“I told you already my cocks belong to you,” I said.

“Yeah, but they don’treally.” She glared at me.

I chuckled softly. We were discussing whether or not I should take an injection that would make my mating cock retreat into my body and make my oral suppressants work again. “They do, though,” I whispered, and both of them were suddenly twitching.

She shivered against me. “Stop it. We’re in the middle of a serious conversation here, Holston, and you’re not going to distract me.”

“Except it’s fun to distract you?”

She smoothed her palm down my chest. “Later,” she said, her voice decidedly throaty.

I shut my eyes, grinning happily. Leaving Ohkk, coming with her, it was the best decision I’d ever made. I’d never been this content in my entire life. She was everything. I adored her. I was just lucky she’d let me come along.

“Well, how long until it, um, retracts on its own?”

“Maybe never?” I said.

She sat up. “Your species is seasonally fertile.”

“Yeah,” I said. “But once my body is making this cocktail of whatever it’s making, I’m in the rut until… My body is designed to keep mounting you until I, you know, accomplish fertilizing you.”

She giggled. “Oh, so… your body will know that I’m pregnant?”

“I think it’s more like once a donen woman is pregnant, she instinctively stops being receptive to sex, and then if a male doesn’t get lucky for a while, his mating cock goes back into hibernation. Obviously, our ancestors would have the two gemoons of the Star Season and then we’d go back south, and by that point, the males were probably too exhausted to do anything and were just lucky to have survived. Not having to fuck anymore or fight off competitive males was probably a relief.”

“Huh.” She nodded.

“Maybe I would scent it if you were pregnant?” I said. “Maybe it would affect me. I don’t know.”

“Well, I guess you don’t scent anything now?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Did you get your implant looked at?”

“I said I would, didn’t I? Don’t nag me.”

“It’s kind of a big deal.”

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