Page 25 of Interstellar Love Song (Villains in Space #3)

MICAH

I waited for Ziggy to nod again— needing to confirm he was comfortable with this. Once he did, I braced my palms on his pecs and clamped my thighs around his tail the best I could before sliding into wet, hot, undersea heaven.

Holy fucking shiiiiiiit.

I’d meant what I said, about not being opposed to experiencing a vulva wrapped around my dick—especially when it was his— but I hadn’t known it would feel so freakin’ good.

Imma pass out…

The sensation was similar to when Groot-Zig’s mushroom cap sucked my soul out through my tip, only this was the full-shaft experience. It was as if my dick was going through one of those automatic car washes, with Ziggy’s folds being the wraparound foam brushes, scrubbing me clean.

Scrubbing the cum right out of me, more like it.

“Fuck, Micah, I’m…” Ziggy gasped, reaching above hi s broad shoulders to grip the edge of the pool for support as I tentatively thrust. “I’m already…”

It was pretty obvious what he meant, because his magical alienussy was rhythmically pulsing around me, tightening to the point where I wondered if I’d be trapped inside forever.

Fine with me.

“Do you need release, baby?” I cooed as he whined in desperation. “Are you gonna show me how pretty you look when you come?”

It was a rhetorical question. Ziggy always looked good to me—no matter the skinsuit, and especially when he was on my dick—but he looked downright ethereal at the moment.

Those angelic curls were plastered to his damp forehead, cat-eyes half closed and nostrils flaring below his flat nose. His blue and neon green skin glowed in the bioluminescence while his neck gills opened and closed as he prettily gasped his way through his first orgasm.

First of many orgasms, if I have anything to do with it.

By some miracle, I managed to hold back, but I stilled my hips to give us both a minute. “This feels good, huh?”

Ziggy huffed. “Good doesn’t begin to describe it. Rildreans are known for their heightened sensitivity, but I’d always believed them possessing more erogenous zones in their cloaca than other species with similar biological parts was only a rumor…”

Oh?

This intel earned him a hard thrust, which earned me a slutty moan. “So you’ve never been fucked in this form before? This tight little cloaca is all mine?”

“Never!” he gasped, eyes crossing as I started up my rhythm again. “A-all yours…”

Damn right it’s all mine.

My naturally ingrained possessiveness clawed its way to the surface as I thought of everyone who’d had him before me. “What about on previous missions? Did any of your other skinsuits have similar biological parts?”

Ziggy smirked, even as I felt him fluttering around me for the next round. “Yes. And I have been fucked in other skinsuits.”

Oooh, you in danger!

“Tell me,” I plunged in as deep as I could, circling my hips to hit all those erogenous zones. “Tell me so I can go kill them all for touching what’s mine.”

Yeah, yeah… pot calling the kettle black.

My hottie merman breathlessly laughed. “N-no need. They’re already dead.”

Fuuuuck…

I paused again and dropped my head, blowing out the slowest breath known to man. “Okay, now you have to tell me what happened… even though I’m pretty sure I’m gonna blow when you do.”

Murderous Ziggy is so effortlessly sexy.

“Only if you keep moving.” He subtly bucked his tail to give me a nudge. “Please. ”

Deal.

I found my rhythm again, already feeling my orgasm building at the base of my spine—knowing stabby pillow talk would get me there, stat.

“Some planets have strict gender roles, similar to Earth,” he gritted out. “Druggari is one such place, except the females are the most dominant in society—being larger and more fearsome than the males. Therefore, it made sense to inhabit a female Drugg when I was there.”

Dipping my head, I sucked a pretty blue nipple into my mouth, pinching it between my teeth just to hear him moan.

And yeah, maybe to punish him a little.

“I chose their equivalent of Head Commander as my vessel,” he continued, voice growing strained. “Unfortunately, that meant I had to keep up appearances with a routine of inviting a different soldier into my bed every night.”

Excuse me?

“How many nights,” I growled, my vision going red as I increased my pace.

“Six nights,” he whimpered, his chest jiggling with every thrust. “I… had to… complete my… missio nnnngh…”

Ziggy arched backward as he came for a second time, but I was too worked up to give him a break. Instead, I pounded harder into his hole, as if I could erase every fool in existence who’d enjoyed my man before I did.

Mine, mine, mine .

“Tell. Me.” I punctuated my demand with a thrust that made him yelp. “Tell me how they died.”

His unearthly eyes met mine. “It was part of the routine and considered a great honor to satisfy the commander queen and earn a warrior’s death.” He flashed his fangs again. “I killed them all on my tendrils.”

Oh, fuck.

I may have been acting like an insufferable alpha male, but the vision of Ziggy murdering everyone who’d dared to stick their alien dick inside him was the final nail in my horny coffin.

“That is so fucking hot, baby, holy fuuuuck…” I groaned as my tendrils spontaneously unleashed, some aiming for where we were connected—even if it would have been a tight squeeze.

Ziggy’s inner walls were strangling my dick as I came, milking every last drop until I collapsed on top of him, my head resting between those perfect pillowy pecs.

Note to self: Encourage Earthling Ziggy to do more bench presses.

“For the record, I didn’t enjoy any of it,” Ziggy murmured, stroking my hair as I took a breather to snuggle against—and inside—him. “I enjoyed the killing, of course, but the sex was… tolerable at best. Nothing ever felt as good as it does with you.”

I suddenly felt like the biggest jerk in the galaxies. Being fifth in line for my family’s throne—and with powers that were mostly overlooked—I never had to join my older siblings in worrying about the possibility of arranged marriage and expected procreation.

Never mind that Balty was originally engaged to our sister before Zion snatched him up.

Oops.

I lifted my head to gaze up at the love of my life. “I’m sorry you felt you had to sleep with these soldiers in order to maintain your disguise. That must have been a really difficult experience…”

Merman-Zig blinked at me. “It was only a job, sunshine. I promise, I never felt violated or assaulted—I was simply playing a role to obtain intel for my commanders. Most of the time, I forgot about my skinsuits the instant they were covered in carbonite again.” He paused thoughtfully.

“My Earthling form was the first time I ever felt a true connection to… Well, to anyone. Until I met you.”

I thought back to the story of how he’d met the original owner of his Earthling skinsuit. “Do you… do you think you could have formed a stellar collision bond with them instead of me?”

Fuck, I hope not.

“No,” he immediately replied, wrapping both massive arms around me in the best post-fuck hug. “I felt at home in this vessel, yes—and part of that was thanks to the kinship I felt with their family history—but I wasn’t saddened by their death. The thought of you dying, however…”

He trailed off, flavoring our bond with distress, and I knew exactly how he felt. Yes, we had a solid extended family now— some by blood and some by resonance—but Ziggy was my person.

“I like knowing I’m going to live as long as you now,” I murmured, dropping my head to his chest again. “And I assume our future space babies will inherit those good genes, hmm?”

Ziggy hissed as if in pain, and I muscled my way up to sitting again.

“What is it? What’s the matter?” I began to slide my dick out of him and assess the damage, but he grabbed my hips, holding me in place.

“It’s not you, Micah.” He winced. “The… Planet Eater is not pleased with our plans to strengthen our bond through reproduction.”

EXCUSE ME?!

“Have they been communicating with you?” I snarled, ready to march into our mental connection and rumble. “When did it start? Since we left Apotelesma?”

Zig held my gaze. “Yes. I refused to engage during our wedding yesterday so they attempted to sneak in through Gabriel’s mind instead.”

My blood ran cold. “What happened?”

Why did no one tell me?

My husband smoothed an enormous hand down my back. “I chased them out of the twins’ heads—told them to stay the fuck away from my family.”

HOT .

“Fuck, Zig…” My dick thickened, rallying for another round. “Not only did you go all Bad Bitch Mercenary on their ass but you protected our family. I’m gonna fuck my space babies into you if it’s the last thing I do.”

Especially if it pisses off the Planet Eater.

“Yes,” he rasped, moving both hands back to my waist to help me move. “Deeper please, babygirl, I need it.”

What Space Daddy wants…

It occurred to me that the Rildreans were probably equipped with monster cocks to match the rest of them, which meant there were most likely erogenous zones way up in Ziggy’s business I wasn’t hitting.

If Imma tap that, I need to. Tap. That.

Before Zig could clamp down again, I squeezed a couple of tendrils inside his cloaca, alongside my dick.

“Micah… my love,” he gasped, already shaking as another orgasm dragged him toward the finish line. “What are you…”

Tendril tag team for the win!

“I’m fucking you with my tendrils,” I purred, tunneling deeper and branching off as I went, massaging every inner inch. “I love it when you do it to me. Why have we never Uno Reversed the experience?”

He whimpered—my favorite sound in all the galaxies. “Because we… thought your tendrils… were mine.”

I hummed, slowing my thrusts to drag this out for both of us. “I wonder if we can make space babies the Stellarian way… ”

“We can try it,” he gasped, which surprised the shit out of me. “Anything. I-I want this so bad.”

Oh, Zig.

“I know, baby…” I soothed. “One thing at a time. Remember, we’ve got all the time in the world now.”

My reassurances clearly weren't enough for my anxious bean. I wished I could kiss him to make it better, but our size difference made that impossible while I was inside him.

It’s probably for the best with those fangs.

“What if we don’t?” he whispered, his hands sliding up my back again. “If I lose you I’ll die.”

“Bad bitches don’t die, Zig.” I pushed up and grinned down at him, hammering into that heavenly hot-pocket to distract him from morbid thoughts. “Maybe I’ll leave a piece of me inside you to seal the deal?—”

Something roared on the other side of my mental walls, but I simply reinforced the locks like I’d been taught, and refocused on the very important mission of knocking up my husband.

And so what if I sent the Planet Eater a mental picture of both my middle fingers raised high while I was at it?

Zig whined as his eyes rolled back, a deliciously drawn out sound that had me increasing my pace to psychotic levels. “Deeper, please. It’s… it’s so close… I can feel you…”

I assumed his brain was officially offline at this point, but I was always game for horny babbling. As soon as he arched backwards, I jammed my tendrils as deep as they could go, gasping as I felt something grab hold .

What?

Ohhhh…

Knowing Ziggy’s tendrils were instinctually attaching to mine inside his hot merman body booted me off the goddamn cliff. My vision whited out as I pumped his alienussy full of cum, marking him from the inside out—claiming this perfect creature as mine, mine, all fucking mine.

And no one in any universe can stop me.