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"I can't eat that much," she protested.
"Youneed to gain your strength back," I admonished a bit harsher than intended, but damn, she was getting under my skin. To soften my words, forcing my voice to sound more pleasant, I added, "You don't have to eat it all, try it and see what you like."
"Will this even be… compatible with my digestive system?" She took the plate I held out to her.
"Meloch has instructed the cooks already on the food for you humans and it seems that most of our food is digestible for you," I assured her.
"Good, because I'm starving." She gave me another smile that melted my heart and I found myself engrossed watching her as she filled her eating utensil and brought the stew to her mouth. Her lips parted and as the food entered, a sudden image of those lips wrapped around my cock made me groan.
Alarmed she looked up, and stopped chewing to give me a quizzical glance.
"I guess I'm hungrier than I thought," I asserted, vigorously digging into my own plate, filling my eating utensil without looking and stuffing it into my mouth. I chewed exaggeratedly. "Good."
She tilted her head, assessing me speculatively from her lowered eyelashes, obviously not fully believing me.
To keep the act up, I continued eating, even though my appetite had switched back toward other things.
"You like it?" I asked filling a glass of enhanced water—vepo—for her and me.
With her mouth full, she nodded, taking the glass from me and nearly emptying it all the way. "This is good, what is it?"
I wasn't sure if she was asking about the food or the water, so I explained both. "It's koloch—cattle—meat braised with a mushroom paste, one of our main recipes. And this water, we call it vepo, has been enhanced with core ingredients to nourish our bodies better."
"Is that your main beverage?"
Was she asking me for something stronger?
"We do have alcoholic beverages, but normally we only drink them after battle or after a trauma." I supposed this qualified her.
Alcohol was frowned upon, we called it liquid stupidity, because it changed one's personality and perception. It could be dangerous if drunk in too-large quantities. Many good warriors had died in battle because they imbibed too heavily, which created a false sense of courage.
"I don't like it much either." She nodded, emptying the rest of herglass.
"My mother was an alcoholic. I hated it when she was drunk, slurred, or acted stupid," Silla confided.
"Is that what you call people addicted to alcohol in your world?"
She nodded. "What do you call them?"
"Harbingers of death," I said darkly, remembering my sister and her friends killed during a drunken ride on a stolen spaceship, crashing into a sun power cell.
The power cell had been orbiting Astrionis to provide power to one of our hospitals and its malfunction cost the lives of countless other Pandraxians.
Silla’s honey-colored eyes probed mine but she didn't ask any questions, I wondered if she saw the ghosts who haunted me reflected in them.
A moment of quiet followed before she asked her next question. "Are you taking me back to Earth?"
Her voice reflected apprehension mixed with hope, giving me pause. She was apprehensive of returning home. And I was apprehensive in hoping that this might mean she would welcome the idea of staying with me.
"Unfortunately, not yet, Silla. Your planet, Earth? Has not yet been charted by the empire. The Cryons have beaten us to it. The emperor will need to find ways to extract that information from them before we can consider taking you and the others back."
Her head lowered. "I understand."
After a moment she looked back up, anger filled her honey-colored eyes, "Do you know what they are doing to my people there?"
"I have an idea," I allowed. "Alas, the Cryons are within their right to do as they please with a planet they discovered." Before she could protest, I added, "But that doesn't mean the empire will stand down and allow the atrocities they did to you to continue."
"They will punish the Cryons?" A certain amount of bloodlust shone in her eyes and appealed to me.
