Page 4 of Interstellar Love Song (Villains in Space #3)

ZIGGY

The Lodger was on autopilot, and we hadn’t passed another ship in hours, but I was too preoccupied to tear my gaze away from the vast emptiness of space before me.

I refuse to fail another mission.

It wasn’t the latest planetary distress call I was concerned about—even if it did eerily echo my dream—or the task of determining what exactly was erasing entire planets from existence.

What was bothering me most was the fact I’d forgotten the most important part of an Earthling marriage proposal.

The proposal itself.

Unacceptable.

Micah had claimed it was fine, but I knew better. My mate’s infamous Pinterest board had a dizzying number of “pins,” ranging from high fashion formal wear to themed drinks and desserts to lightsaber battles, of all things .

Is challenging your mate to a duel part of the process?

It wasn’t that I was completely clueless about such customs, but Stellarians had nothing equivalent to engagements or marriage, never mind proposals or weddings.

I’d recently learned that forming—sometimes polyamorous—family units among my kind was normal, but actual stellar collision bonds were technically between a Stellarian and their host. While these connections ran deep and were not only symbiotic but mutually beneficial, romance wasn’t a requirement nor a guarantee.

I simply got lucky.

The biggest challenge with a match like ours was that when it came to celebrating major life events, Earthlings like Micah were endlessly imaginative and notoriously spontaneous.

All the things I’m not.

I frowned, recalling how Gabriel had claimed my proposal on the balcony had been “creative.” The truth was, I’d planned it in the same way I approached most things in life.

Logically.

One of Micah’s favorite holidays was the garish, incredibly American Independence Day—not because of the patriotism, but the fireworks.

I also appreciated the starry display, and since one could obtain these low-explosive pyrotechnic devices by the roadside back on Earth, it was easy enough to include.

Having family be a part of the proposal was also important, because of how much my mate valued these bonds. While I was still adjusting to the idea of having a family at all, having them present for the occasion was oddly… pleasant.

Even if it did remind me how upsetting it was to lose everyone.

It was only in your head, Ziggy.

Micah and I were rarely apart nowadays, and when we were, it was brief and only done out of necessity—like when I’d needed to leave him behind on the ship on Marox.

Of course, the piece of my essence permanently embedded inside him helped ease any separation, but I preferred being as physically close as possible.

I believe Dr. Micah would call this “codependency.”

As someone who considered themselves fiercely independent prior to meeting my mate, it should have been concerning how my entire world now revolved around him.

I was unfazed, however. Micah was my other half—my stellar collision—and so intertwined with my existence that I wondered if I would cease to exist the moment he did.

At least, I hope I will…

What had lingered the most about my dream—clinging to me like an uncomfortable yet invisible second skin—was how devastating it had felt to experience our connection being cut.

After being unable to reach him—to save him.

After failing to keep him close…

Suddenly terrified Micah wasn’t actually aboard the Lodger with me, I star hopped to the bedroom, releasing a sigh of relief upon finding my mate fast asleep in the pod, right where I’d left him .

He’s safe.

And so aesthetically pleasing…

Aside from being the most impressive creature I’d ever encountered in any galaxy, Micah was also the most attractive, and I couldn’t help admiring what was mine.

My gaze traveled over what I could see of him, drinking in the sight.

The purplish glow of the sleeping pod highlighted his textured hair and high cheekbones like an artist’s brush, while the perfection of his smooth skin and full lips—the way his lashes fluttered against his cheekbones as he dreamed—made my borrowed heart ache.

Micah softly moaned, shifting so his legs splayed open, revealing the outline of his hard cock beneath the thin blanket.

I wonder what he’s dreaming about…

Me, perhaps?

As much as I wanted to know Micah’s every thought—as much as I could, now that we’d connected our consciousness—I held myself back. I’d finally taught him to erect mental walls strong enough to keep out even the most powerful mind readers, so it wouldn’t be right for me to take advantage?—

“Yessss… Good boy, Zig,” Micah murmured, and my self-control immediately crumbled.

The usual when it comes to him.

Like the ambush predator I was, I crept into his subconscious, justifying the intrusion with the fact Micah would’ve gladly told me all his filthy thoughts anyway, were he awake.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing I encountered was my superpowered scientist puzzling over various daytime problems he hadn’t solved yet. But then I dug deeper, wading through vague memories and fractured visions until I was abruptly stopped in my proverbial tracks.

By Stellaria…

My babygirl was dreaming about us fucking—no surprise—only he was fucking me. This also wasn’t particularly shocking, since we both enjoyed Commander Babygirl taking charge, but that wasn’t the scenario I’d just stumbled upon.

Micah wasn’t on top in this fantasy. I was. I was riding my mate—something I’d rarely done in reality—and when Dream Ziggy leaned back to adjust the angle, Micah reached up to caress my noticeably protruding belly…

Oh.

My mate was dreaming about me being pregnant.

Of fucking me while I was pregnant.

Static danced along my synapses, narrowing my focus until the only thing that mattered was making this fantasy a reality.

There was no stopping this, no hope of maintaining decorum or of waiting for explicit consent, because I needed Micah inside me more urgently than I’d ever needed anything before in my hundreds of years.

Good thing he’s given me blanket permission for free use.

My mate had received a light dose of my somno powers earlier tonight, to help settle his “busy brain” enough for sleep, yet I still stealthily pulled back the blanket, exposing his naked perfection to my hungry gaze .

At this point, I’d inhabited bodies of all genders, shapes, and sizes—all while infiltrating societies with vastly different concepts of beauty—yet Earthling ideals confused me the most.

By normie standards, Micah Salah could have had a lucrative career as a fashion model, thanks to his flawless face, height, and slim build.

By supe standards, however, he was considered physically inferior, simply because he wasn’t built like my oversized skinsuit—the one I’d chosen specifically to blend in with those superpowered elitists.

Meanwhile, my mate could annihilate all of them with barely a wave of his hand.

So hot.

With this visual in mind, I climbed into the sleeping pod and kneeled between Micah’s legs before unleashing a few tendrils to prep us both.

One coiled around his cock, illuminating his pretty skin with my starry essence.

I lightly squeezed—just enough to make him helplessly thrust into the air, desperate for friction.

For me.

“Zig…” he softly whined, his hands reaching, blindly grasping for something. “Gimme…”

Too bad I’m the one in charge.

I aimed two tendrils for his wrists, pinning them to the mattress, then two more around his ankles to do the same. Planting my hands on either side of his thighs, I lowered my head, sucking his weeping crown into my mouth with a hum of extreme satisfaction .

Delicious.

Micah still tasted like sunshine—his kisses, his skin, his cum—everything about him gave me life, which made me all the more determined to keep him close.

A fresh pulse of salty precum landed on my tongue and I greedily swallowed it down before chasing it with the full length of his cock. He moaned as my lips hit his groin, bucking beneath me and tossing his head from side to side, fighting to wake up—to fully feel the pleasure I was giving him.

Not until I say you can.

As I focused on getting his cock sloppy, I slipped a tendril into my ass, wincing at the momentarily painful stretch as I thickened and twisted, prepping myself for my mate.

We’d started switching in the bedroom more often since I’d confessed my deepest desires, but I was still a Stellarian. My kind were conditioned to conquer—to dominate—and there was nothing I loved more than my mate submitting while impaled on whatever appendage I had available.

Except me being impaled on him… while also submitting.

But not tonight.

I let his cock fall from my mouth to slap wetly against his abs. Then, I withdrew my tendril with an equally filthy sound before climbing up his restrained body and lining us up.

Tonight, you’re still my toy.

As I slowly lowered myself onto Micah’s shaft, I pulled back a layer of sleep, letting my mate consciously feel my hole swallowing him down, even with his head still fogged with dreams.

“So good,” he mumbled, tilting his hips to meet me as I bottomed out. “Mmm… You look so pretty all knocked up…”

By Stellaria!!!

I had to quickly wrap a tendril around my cock, stopping myself from exploding at the picture Micah’s dream had already implanted in my mind.

Even if I want to encourage more of it.

“I do look pretty, don’t I?” I murmured, lifting myself off until only the head of his cock remained inside me. “And that’s why we won’t be stopping until you fill me with enough cum to make it happen. From now on, you will stay tied up in this pod—hard and ready—for whenever I want to be bred.”

Of course, I respected my mate too much for this scenario to ever happen outside of role-play, but from the slutty moan he released—from how his cock pulsed precum inside me—I knew he liked the idea.

I want him to see…

As I slowly descended again, I released Micah from his unnatural sleep, relishing the way his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open at the sight, how his abs clenched and his cock throbbed inside me.

“Zig!” he gasped, his gaze riveted to where we were joined. “Fuck, I thought this was part of my dream.”

Oh, it is .

I sighed contentedly at how full I felt, even if it was only temporary. “What were you dreaming about, babygirl?”

To my delight, his cheeks darkened, but instead of confessing his sins, he looked at me like I was his savior. “This.” He smiled softly. “You.”

I froze as my old instinct to flee at the first sign of feelings reared its head.

Breathe, Ziggy.

Because he was perfect, Micah patiently waited for my crisis to pass, smiling up at me while pumping soothing energy through our bond.

He’s got me.

Once my nervous system was under control, I started moving again. Instead of the forceful rhythm I’d originally planned, however, I found myself languidly rolling my hips, my breath catching every time his perfect cock hit my p-spot just right.

Micah’s gaze grew hooded as I increased my pace, his fists clenching around the sheets while I used him like a pretty little toy.

“Let me go, Zig…” he murmured, his brow furrowing as he panted in time with my thrusts. “I need to touch you.”

He wasn’t begging me to release his hands, but he also wasn’t asking. Neither was he slipping into his Commander Babygirl persona and ordering me to obey. Micah was simply communicating what he needed as we both neared release.

What he needs is… me .

Before I met my stellar collision, I hadn’t considered myself worthy of such singular focus, never mind capable of the emotions this care and attention brought out in me.

Thanks to Micah’s unwavering support and unconditional love, I now knew how it felt to be so intrinsically connected to another creature that their needs became your needs. That you couldn’t imagine not giving them anything they asked for.

And I want to give him everything.

I released Micah’s wrists, along with his ankles for good measure.

He immediately bent his knees, placing his feet flat on the mattress for leverage, and reached for me.

I assumed his plan was to grab my waist and take over, but instead, he placed his palms on my lower abdomen and met my gaze again.

“Wanna know what I was dreaming about?” he whispered, thrusting into me as my orgasm thundered down my spine. “What I can’t stop thinking about?”

Oh no…

Then he sent me a vision of what I’d already witnessed in his dream, and there was no hope of me holding on any longer.

With a cry, I collapsed forward and crashed our mouths together—licking my way inside, moaning against his lips while I shuddered and covered both of us with cum.

“Good boy,” Micah praised, grabbing my ass with both hands to keep me moving, chasing his own climax. “You’re so fucking good for me. ”

I tilted my head, burying my face in the crook of his neck so I could bite down. Hard. Marking him up until everyone knew he belonged to me.

Mine.

“Ffffff… uuuuuuck…” Micah choked out, digging his nails into my flesh and arching backwards, pumping me full while I whimpered through the glorious sensations.

We both panted heavily for a few moments until I lifted my head to gaze down at him.

All mine.

Well, almost…

Marriage was another thing that had never mattered to me before him, but now that the seed had been planted, I wanted it too.

Starting with a better proposal.

Then the perfect skinsuit.

“You're scheming very loudly, you know,” Micah breathlessly chuckled, straining upwards to brush his lips over mine. “Anything you want to share?”

“No,” I laughed, tightening the locks on my mind so he couldn’t peek. “Just a little detour for after we check out the latest distress call.”

Micah dropped his head back with an amused huff. “Yeah, lemme go shower before we check that out. I have a working hypothesis about these disappearing planets…”

Of course you do.