Page 24 of Interstellar Love Song (Villains in Space #3)

MICAH

“Okay, I see you, Space Daddy…” I nodded appreciatively as Ziggy maneuvered the Lodger through an underwater tunnel, my gaze catching on the neon-lit coral beyond the glass. “You planned a bougie honeymoon, huh?”

And now I see why he asked me if my aquatic breathing apparatus was ready.

My space husband shot me a sidelong smirk. “I’ve been attempting to bring you to Rildrea since before we’d planned on getting space married.”

I scoffed. “It was always my plan to get space married. You just kept getting distracted by shiny missions.”

Pot calling the kettle black over here…

Ziggy laughed, the pure joy I could feel radiating from him since the ceremony making him glow like the little starry universe he was.

That’s my husband, y’all !

Zion had already texted to inform me we were expected to orbit back to Earth at some point for part two of the space wedding tour, but as far as I was concerned, we were officially hitched.

Mission Runaway Space Bride: Complete.

“Honnor said no more missions until we’ve taken a proper break,” Ziggy huffed, although he didn’t sound too mad about it. “Do you think they know we went to Apotelesma?”

I considered the question. “If they figured it out, we can just blame Bron. I wouldn’t be surprised if that one mentioned the historical archives just so we’d go digging. Fucking shit-stirrer.”

Honnor has a type.

I smiled as I thought about the family still partying back on Stellaria, since we’d decided to travel to Rildrea tonight instead of tomorrow morning.

The better to get right to babymaking ? —

“Hey, Zig…” I whipped around in my captain’s chair and back again. “Not to be a backseat driver, but I think you just missed the turn for ‘non-aquatic guests’ back there.”

That sneaky smirk was back on his freckled face. “Our room isn’t in that section of the resort.”

Okayyy…

It all made sense when he turned down the next fork in the underwater road, this time with a sign directing “mixed species guests” to their rooms.

Technically true, in a way …

A sudden, extremely horny thought occurred to me. “Do you have a particular skinsuit picked out for this bougie, semi-aquatic rendezvous?”

Ziggy blushed, which did not help calm me down. “I… may have compared studies on Earthling biology to what I had in my inventory—to determine which species would give us the highest chance of conception.”

LUDICROUS SPEED, GO!!!

I forcefully gripped the arms of my captain’s chair to stop from pushing the hyper speed button. “You’re telling me you prepped for this honeymoon by nerding out with some casual research on how I could best knock you up?” I gasped, dizzy at the thought.

Breathe, Micah.

Get that space boner under control.

Space Husband chuckled, even as he blushed some more. “You could say that, yes.”

“Ziggy Madonna Andromeda.” I kept my voice as steady as possible, knowing there was no stopping this love train now. “You need to hustle this ship to the room, stat. It’s time for Mission Knock Up That Alienussy to commence.”

Double time, soldier!

My man recognized a direct order when he heard one. “Yes, Commander.”

Oh, is that how you wanna play tonight?

Even though I was hot to go, I understood Zig couldn’t fly any faster than he was going—not without wrecking the place. So I willed my boner to behave by admiring the brightly colored tropical fish swimming outside the tunnel.

Is that…?

“Are there space sharks here?” I hissed, suddenly thinking I might stay on dry land after all. “I just saw a really big fin belonging to… something…”

Ziggy’s face was now smoothed into the impassive mask he wore on the job, which I found suspicious. “Nothing here will eat you. The locals are pescatarians.”

“What are the locals?” I asked, realizing I’d forgotten to do my own research.

“Rildreans,” he replied, lip twitching before he went stone-faced again.

Brat.

I was about to get on my knees and suck the intel out of him when we took a sharp right and arrived at our room.

Ooh!

The cave-like space reminded me of the Lacertus grotto, only more enclosed and lit up like a European dance club. While Zig parked the Lodger in the adjacent landing dock, I star hopped to the edge of the neon teal water to investigate.

Bioluminescence, cool .

The better to see any sharks.

Ziggy appeared beside me, looking adorably nervous. “What do you think? ”

My gaze swept past him to take in the rest of our room.

Aside from the natural waterfall pouring in from above, the first thing I noticed was the large, clamshell-shaped bed placed directly in front of wide steps leading into the water.

The scalloped headboard was edged with dangling pearls and the circular mattress was covered with seashell pillows and a pastel satin blanket embroidered with more seashells.

Very demure.

Very Showgirl Little Mermaid.

Overall, I was feeling the vibes. The space had clearly been carved out of the off-white stone by hand, with the large skylight revealing the stars twinkling above. Various nooks existed for what I assumed was the bathroom and what looked like a small eating area.

“Ooh, is that a midnight snack I see?” I asked, already kicking off my boots and socks and peeling off my leather pants so I could wade over there and check out the spread.

Ziggy’s gaze dropped to the half-chub I was still sporting beneath my briefs before clearing his throat. “Yes… I asked the staff to put out something light for our arrival, in case you were hungry.”

Oh, I’m definitely hungry.

For alienussy.

To be honest, I was surprised I had any appetite left at all. The food and drink Bron had organized for our wedding was excessive, exotic, and exactly as extra as everything else they did.

Again, Honnor has a typ e

“Enjoy your snack, sunshine,” Ziggy called out instead of joining me. “I’ll… get our bags from the Lodger.”

And hopefully slip into something more breedable.

Since the eating area was also carved from stone, I made myself a small tray of unidentified items and carried it over to the Beachside Love Hotel bed to enjoy my nosh in comfort.

I’d almost finished my snack before realizing my man hadn’t reappeared. I sat up and removed my tee shirt—because it was humid as hell up in here—before checking in through our mental connection.

“Everything okay, Space Daddy? Do you need help zipping up your sexy outfit?”

Of course, I knew Zig didn’t need my help, but I was dying to see the biologically compatible skinsuit he’d teased me with.

When he still didn’t appear—or even reply—I busted out my Trumpet of the Swan harp and attempted to lure him out with resonance.

When that didn’t work, I prepared to star hop myself to the skinsuit closet, surprise be damned, only to be hit by a wave of very familiar exhaustion.

What a fucking brat…

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that the only light source in the honeymoon suite was coming from the bioluminescent water. The second was that it was dead silent.

No.

Not silent .

I could hear something in the water. Something big— and it was singing a tune that was oddly familiar.

Am I about to be lured to my death by a siren?!

Because I had some sense of self-preservation, I quickly engaged my full-body shield.

The singing immediately stopped.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…

Wait a min.

I’m Exo-Tech, space wizard, motherfucker!

“Micah?”

My scream was so loud, I was surprised a bunch of dead fish didn’t float to the surface of the disco pond, but then I realized what was going on.

I hope…

“Zig?” I tentatively whispered, commando crawling to the foot of the bed to peer over the edge of the gaudy clamshell. “Is that you?”

Whatever was in the water chuckled, a slithery sound that almost had me star hopping to the Lodger. Then they drifted closer and I froze like chum in the headlights.

It’s a fucking MERMAN!

Please let this be Zig, because I wanna tap that…

“Yes, it’s me, sunshine,” Hottie McMerman purred, resting his enormous pale blue arms on the clamshell footboard. “I’m sorry if I scared you—I wanted to let you rest for a bit after all the excitement of today… ”

I had to shake myself out of the trance I’d fallen into while staring into his cat-like pupils, and narrowed my eyes in return. “You used somno fun-time powers and didn’t play with me while I was out?”

He shook his head, his pretty blue curls falling into his face as he pushed away from the bed and dropped back into the water with a heavy splash. “No…”

Rude!

“Okay, well, ya boy and his boner are awake now.” I disengaged my shield and wiggled out of my briefs before awkwardly sliding into the water to join him. “So let’s play… Whoa, you’re big.”

In fact, Merman Ziggy was so large—about twelve feet long from head to… tail—he was blocking out the light I needed to see him by.

“Hey.” I paddled closer, catching glimpses of his scales shimmering as he moved away from me for some reason. “I want… Can you show me what you look like?”

I need to confirm this is my favorite fit yet.

“Very well…” he replied, sounding hesitant but resigned before gracefully flipping over and swimming to the artistically well-lit waterfall feature. “I’ll show you and then you can decide what you want to do.”

Excuse me?!

That my hot-bod bodysnatcher thought I wouldn’t want to breed him in merman mode was absurd, but I’d learned long ago that if Ziggy was going to stress about something, he was going all in .

I paddled after him, determined to set my husband straight, when he reached the waterfall and came into view.

Oh. My. Gawd.

“Zig!” I gasped, accidentally swallowing some water in the process. “You’re gorgeous!”

That fool had the nerve to blush—which showed up as a darker blue on his sadly unfreckled cheeks—because I had never seen anything so pretty in all my life.

Aside from his true Stellarian form, of course.

He was bare-chested, built like a swimmer— duh —with a serious set of pecs I wanted to squeeze, and be squeezed between.

His pale blue skin was shot through with jagged lines of neon green, turning darker below his 8-pack abs, seamlessly blending into the iridescent blue and silver tail currently catching the light as it flicked back and forth like an irritated cat.

What could possibly be bothering him about this masterpiece?

I impatiently directed him to recline on a natural bench located at the edge of the pool. “Lean back. Let me really look at you.”

And touch you…

“Is this okay?” I asked, kneeling on the bench beside him before running my fingertips down those pillowy pecs, making him shiver.

We’d long ago established free use with both of us, but I still liked to occasionally check in with my danger baby .

“Y-yes,” Ziggy stuttered, arching his back when I playfully pinched his dark blue nipples. “But…”

“What is it, baby,” I murmured, sending him all the soothing, and horny, vibes I could. “You seem nervous. I don’t need to try and breed you if you don’t want it. We could play some other way?—”

Even though I might cry.

“I want it!” he exclaimed, tail slapping against the water in agitation. “It’s just… parts of me are… different from what you’re used to.”

Not this again.

“You mean this pretty tail?” I cooed, batting his big hands out of the way so I could trace where they’d been resting over his…

Huh.

What does he have going on down there?

At first glance the scales covering his powerful tail appeared smooth and unbroken, but as I trailed my fingers lower, I felt a vertical irregularity, like an incision.

Like a…

“Ooh! Is this a cockpocket?” I squeed as I straddled him. “What’s the problem, Zig? We’ve played with these before?—”

“There’s no cock, Micah,” he blurted out before dropping his gaze. “It’s just…”

“Show me,” I softly urged, pulling my hands back. “Please, baby. ”

Ziggy placed his hands over the slit before curling his fingers around the edges, opening himself up for me to see.

Oh.

My brain fizzled as his layered blue folds came into view, undulating in the gentle current like submerged seaweed.

Well, fuck.

My man has a vulva.

“Are you all right with this? I-it’s completely understandable if you’re not,” he hurriedly said, withdrawing his fingers so the slit snapped closed. “I would never force you to?—”

“Hold up—hold up a second!” I interrupted his freak-out before using my fingers to gently open him up again. “Just because I never experienced anything like this with the one and a half partners I had before you doesn’t mean I’m not interested now.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice so babygirl I almost lost it.

I tore my focus away from my man’s private parts to meet his gaze— showing him how little of a problem this was.

“Ziggy. Space Daddy. Husband. I’ve told you a million times I do not care what skinsuit you’re in.

I just want you. I just love you. If you did your research and found that this hottie merman cockless pocket getup is the most compatible option for babymaking, I am here for it.

Besides…” I glanced down then back to his face, smiling softly. “It looks cozy in there.”

My man grinned wide, revealing a full set of jagged, fish-eating fangs.

Smexy shark .

“You’re sure about this, sunshine,” he asked— again— but I was happy to reassure him as many times as he needed.

“Absolutely, Zig.” I unleashed a tendril to lube myself up, assuming he wouldn’t need it, before lining myself up. “Let’s try and make some space babies.”