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Out of this World - Part 5 [Sexy Alien Space Babe TG]
🕑 Added 2024-11-07 21:00:02 +0000 UTCCommissioned Anonymously
Part 2 - Heat
Chapter 2
Mal stood at the edge of Io Station’s bustling cargo bay, a tablet in hand as he scanned the endless stream of potential clients and shipments. The bay was a hive of activity, with cargo drones zipping past, workers shouting orders, and the ever-present hum of machinery. More than that though, was the scent of people. That book hadn't said anything about heightened senses but Mal was sure it was a side effect of heat because he swore he could taste people’s skin on his tongue. After days with only his fingers to help him and the occasional kip in Zara’s bed his body was screaming for some more sex. He needed those heat blockers and he needed them now.
He’d picked up three small jobs while still in space, now that they were in dock, he needed to do everything he could to get more. He approached a portly man in a grease-stained jumpsuit who was supervising a group of workers loading crates onto a sleek-looking freighter. He was in his fifties, old enough that Mal felt confident he could talk without falling into a lust-filled haze.
“Excuse me, sir,” Mal began, putting on his most convincing smile. “I’m with the Haven, a cargo ship heading towards Carme Station. We’ve got some space in our hold if you’re looking to ship any overflow cargo.”
The man barely glanced at him.
“Haven, huh? Isn’t that the old rust bucket that limped in a few hours ago?”
Mal’s smile faltered, but he quickly recovered.
“She’s old, but she’s dependable and our rates are very competitive I assure you.”
The man was clicking away at his own pad, clearly only taking in every other word Mal said. His body hummed and he remembered Til’this’ words; maybe now was the time to start embracing his femininity. Mal let his empathic ability loose, just enough that his arousal wafted through the air to the man in question, his tendrils floated around himself, seductively moving in such a way that the eye would naturally be drawn to his chest and face. He let one brush against the man’s side and finally, he turned to face him.
“Competitive, you say? How much space you got?”
Mal smiled.
“Plenty. We can take on about twenty standard crates. And I’ll haul anything.”
Others were looking now and a tingle worked its way down Mal’s spine; they all wanted him…and he wanted them. Fuck, he had to get back on the ship before he did anything stupid. Already part of his mind was thinking about dragging that strapping young mechanic into a dark corner and riding him. He signed for the overflow crates and directed them to be carried over to the Haven, once he got them loaded, he could go find Zara, or maybe Kris, then get back out here for more jobs.
“Woah, that’s…that’s a lot of extra cargo,” Zara said as she stepped out and looked over the manifest. “We’re going to need extra fuel to be able to carry it all out of the gravity well of the station.”
“I’ve done the calculations. Don’t worry.” Mal said quickly. “I know we need the credits.”
“Mal…thank you.” Zara smiled, looking touched. “You’re working so much harder for my sake…it means a lot. You overheard the wiring issue, didn’t you?”
Mal’s guts twisted with guilt; he had been about to ask for the extra credits to go toward his medicine. Instead, he just said;
“Wiring issue?”
“That’s why the consoles up in the bridge are on the fritz. They need replacing. That’s why you’re doing this, isn't it? You heard Ray and I talking about it.”
Mal's chest felt tight as he nodded; he hadn't factored those repairs into his calculations, but if they cost anywhere near what he suspected they did, there was no way he could afford them and the heat blockers. Zara’s eyes were shining with hope for the first time in days, and Mal couldn’t bring himself to dash it; he knew what this ship meant to her.
“We’re in a rough patch but a few good runs to put us back in the green and we’ll be alright. I just wanted to speed the process up.”
“Mal, I could kiss you.”
“Please do.”
Zara laughed, then realised he was being serious and gave him a flirty wink.
“When I finish up with a few jobs, I’ll meet you in my quarters?”
Mal smiled tightly. She may as well have told him to wait until next year.
“Sure.”
“Great! The extra sex is really helping with the stress right now, Mal. I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I do and…Kris apparently.”
“He told you?”
“Kris can’t keep a secret to save his life. Everybody knows.”
“Oh. Good.”
“I didn't realise you were into guys as well,” Zara added, sounding only slightly jealous.
“I’m…experimenting. It's a Sedun thing.”
“Well, I won’t stop you. As much as I’d love to have you all to myself, Kris has been in such a good mood he’s getting patch jobs done twice as fast. You’re like the crew's stress ball.”
God, he hated how appealing that sounded; he should have been offended. Instead, the idea of working his way around the crew sounded oddly enticing. Once again, Til’this’ advice floated in the back of his mind, and he dismissed it; he was still a man, sort of, deep down. He had to hold onto some level of pride. Murdeek’s face loomed in his memories, he could remember the glint of glee in his eyes when he talked about turning Mal into a sexed-up bimbo. He refused to end up that way regardless!
“Anyway, thanks Mal. You’re amazing.”
Zara gave him a kiss on the cheek that felt like a red hot poker, it took all his self-control not to grab her by the shoulders and start making out right there on the ramp.
Zara disappeared into the crowd and Mal keened as she went before blushing profusely; God he had seriously just whined because he was horny. Like a goddamn bitch in heat, then again the comparison wasn’t so off. He slipped underneath the ramp where nobody would catch him and took a few deep breaths; he just needed to get himself under control, a few extra jobs and then maybe he could pick up some stuff on Carme to cover the cost of the heat blockers while docked. Feeling calmer, Mal clambered back up onto the ramp, ready to go get off a few times before going in search of more work when a voice called out from behind him, low and sharp, cutting through the noise of the station.
"Hey, Sedun. Got a minute?"
He turned to see a man leaning casually against a stack of crates, the dim light of the station casting long shadows across his face. The man was dressed in a sleek, dark jacket, and had a sort of lopsided smile that he recognised from his gang days. The sort of friendly-but-not-friendly smile guys gave to each other while they were still working out if you were friend or foe. This was someone who operated in the grey areas of station life, where the rules were more like suggestions and the consequences often came with a price tag. The exact type of guy he used to be.
“What do you want?” he asked, keeping his tone neutral.
The man pushed off the crates and strolled over, his movements relaxed, as if they were old friends.
“Heard you’re in a bit of a bind or sensed it more like, overheard you talking with the fella over there. Old ship like that, must be tough keeping her afloat I’m guessin’ that’s why you’re after extra work.”
“What’s it to you?”
The man smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Mal could sense his surprise and unease. He was probably expecting the usual lilting, soft-spoken voice most Sedun had, not his harsher tone.
“Got a little proposition for you. Something easy, low-risk, and pays more than those legit jobs you’ve been hustling for.”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, sealed package, no bigger than a hand. Mal instantly recognised what was happening, not long ago, he’d been this guy. A discreet pass of, just a small bag here or there, easy to slip into a crate and removed at the drop-off zone without anybody being the wiser. He also recognised the guy's tone; he was putting out feelers for new partners. Not to join the gang, but to be the in-between. He was hoping Mal was some desperate Sedun with more boobs than sense who he could get to do his dirty work. He’d say this was a one-time affair, then in a few months, he’d appear again with blackmail, then it would be once a week, then every time they set foot on the station.
“Just a bit of cargo, nothing too heavy. You drop it off at Carme Station, no questions asked. I’ll make it worth your while. You just have to leave it unopened in one of the red air vents.”
This guy was good, he seemed approachable, friendly even. If Mal was younger and stupider, he would probably think the guy was trying to do him a favour. He was on the straight and narrow now, had been ever since he joined the Haven. Zara had taken a chance on him when despite knowing he’d liked on that resume the cops gave him. He couldn’t break that trust for the sake of credits.
“I can’t,” Mal said, though his voice lacked conviction.
But as he glanced at the thin package in the man’s hand, he couldn’t help but think about the heat blockers. Even now his tendrils were tingling, threatening to light up as he took in the shady guy's broad shoulders and sharp features. There was a horny part of him that would be willing to bend over right here behind the ramp and let the guy have his way if it meant getting some satisfaction. He felt disgusted that the desire even crossed his mind.
“Suit yourself.” The man shrugged. “But think about it. You’ve got a ship that needs fixing, a crew that needs feeding, and this... this could solve a lot of your problems. I’ll even throw in a bonus if you get it there quickly.”
Mal’s resolve wavered. The extra money was so tempting, and he was so damn horny he could feel that lustful haze descending over his mind once more. Making it hard to think about anything but getting back into the ship and getting off. He couldn’t keep this up for another two weeks, at least not with his dignity intact. What's more, he knew he could do this without getting caught, he’d done it a thousand times with much bigger loads. He looked at the package again, then at the man’s unreadable expression. The words came out before he could stop them.
“What’s the payout?”
The man’s smile widened, and he named a figure that made Mal’s stomach churn with anticipation and dread. It would be more than enough for wiring repairs, fuel and his pills over on Carme.
“Alright,” Mal said, the decision was made. He hated himself for it, but the need outweighed the guilt. “I’ll take it.”
The man handed over the package, his grip lingering just long enough to make Mal’s skin crawl with disgust and desire in equal parts.
“Smart choice. You do the job, you get paid. No complications, no loose ends.”
Mal nodded, slipping the package into his jumpsuit jacket and quickly exchanging cred stick info so the money could be transferred upon delivery.
“No complications.”
~
The trip to Carme Station should have been a calm one, three days of routine maintenance and a bit of time to himself. By the end of the first day, Mal was in agony; Zara had been true to her word and they’d spent several lovely hours in one another's arms until she finally tired. After so long without though, it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy Mal’s heat. A quickie with Kris had also not been enough and he’d spent the whole night tossing and turning, soaking wet and wanting. He’d barely slept and his body was screaming, he felt hot and so painfully turned on that he often found his tendrils feeling himself up without even realising.
It didn't help that the little pouch sat hidden in a crate in the cargo bay, haunting his nightmares. If Zara found it; what would she say? They’d only known one another a short time but Mal was sure she wouldn’t approve of smuggling, or breaking the law in general. She wanted Haven to be just that, her Haven, and a black mark on its record would break her heart.
Mal zipped up his jumpsuit slowly, shivering as it cupped his breasts and rubbed against his sensitive skin. He had no idea how he was going to get through this shift up on the bridge with both Raymond and Zara so close. He’d skipped breakfast, not trusting himself in the tight-fitting mess with everybody at once. He was just about to leave when somebody hammered on his door.
“Mal! Hey, open up, we have to talk.”
Raymond. Shit. And he sounded serious too. It took a lot to make Raymond serious. Mal’s mind instantly flew to the tiny pouch, had Raymond found it? Had he slipped up that much? He schooled his features and willed his glowing tendrils to dim a little before opening the door.
“What’s the problem?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Raymond said, stepping inside.
God, why did he have to step inside the room? It was so small and there was a bed right there! Mal’s pussy quivered with want.
“You’re not playing cards anymore, not drinking on the gantry, you’re barely ever on the bridge and you’ve been jumpy as a meerkat the last few days. Then, I find out you’ve slept with Kris a handful of times?” Raymond said. “Something is going on and I want to know what.”
The fact that Mal was essentially trapped in a room with the only other person on the ship her body considered a potential mate and hadn't bedded burned at him. Raymond would be the variety his body craved right now. The realisation made his mouth dry; all the moisture was rapidly moving southwards.
“I…don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Nope. Try again.”
“Please, Ray…”
“Are you in trouble?”
Raymond took off his glasses and Mal saw genuine concern in his eyes.
“No, Ray, it's nothing like that. It’s…a Sedun thing.”
“Is that why you’re glowing?”
Mal whimpered, dammit this was so embarrassing! He couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m in heat, okay?” He groaned. “I’m in heat and I can’t afford the pills to block it yet so I am horny and frustrated and embarrassed, okay? Happy now?”
Raymond blinked a few times in shock, then his lips did something funny that made it look like he was trying not to laugh, or maybe cry. It was hard to tell.
“Heat as in…like…”
“Yes.”
“So you’re-”
“Yes.”
There was silence for a moment and Ray’s cheeks turned red.
“So uh…since we’re being awkward I may as well go all in; why haven’t you slept with me yet?”
Mal was so taken aback that for a moment the lustful haze that had descended over his mind cleared.
“That’s your first question?”
“You slept with Kris! Over me? What does that bird boy have that I don’t have? I’m a lot more experienced. I can tell you that much!”
“You don’t think it’s weird that I am out of my mind horny to the point that I want to jump random people.”
“No, it’s like..biology right? You can’t help it, what I am offended by is the fact that apparently I am the only person on board you haven't slept with.”
“Hey! I haven’t slept with Zenk or Vrylix.”
“Wow, I’m in the same group as the old guy and the giant lump. Good to know.” He was joking, but there was an actual edge of hurt to his voice.
Maybe it was the lust fog, or maybe it was Til’this’ voice still bouncing around his skull but Mal let go of his last fuck. His pride didn’t matter, what mattered was getting some damn satisfaction. He had a willing man right in front of him and his body simply couldn’t help but take the opportunity presenting itself.
“I just didn’t want to turn into the ship’s whore.” Mal whispered, stepping into Raymond’s space. “But If you are sad about missing out I’d be happy to oblige…”
Raymond just grinned, arousal swirled around Mal and his tendrils flared; they were going to be late for their shift and do the walk of shame up on the bridge but he didn’t care. He pressed his body against Raymonds and their hands roamed wildly. Raymond was certainly more experienced than Kris that was for sure. He knew exactly where to touch to get Mal moaning and he was so quick at unzipping their jumpsuits they were naked before Mal could think. His body was screaming yes; this is what he needed so badly!
Raymond pinned him to the wall and Mal let his tendrils stroke upland down the man’s spine. He could taste Raymond’s skin against him and Mal relaxed into his touch. After taking charge with Kris and being an equal partner with Zara it felt good to let somebody else take charge. Especially when he was so horny he could barely think straight. He could feel something hard pressing against his inner thigh, then his wet hole.
“Fuck, you sure?” Raymond groaned.
“Hurry up and fuck me!”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Raymond pushed inside and Mal wailed; he let go of all his inhibitions and let Raymond fuck him up against the wall. It only took three thrusts for Mal to cum the first time and it only made his lust stronger. Mal had endurance and experience, he knew how to hold back while also giving his all to the woman he was with. Mal couldn’t be more thankful for it either, he clung to Raymond and moaned, not caring that the whole ship could probably feel what was happening right now.
“Mal! Fuuuuuuuck, uh, uuuuuhhhh, I-I can’t keep going I’m gonna….gonna…fuck!”
Raymond shuddered and Mal groaned in both pleasure and frustration; he’d cum so many times but not nearly enough to be truly satisfied.
The two of them sagged against the wall, breathing heavily before Raymond chuckled.
“So this is going to be fun…who wants to show up for shift first?”
“We’re going together.” Mal said, “Unless…you want to go one more time? FOr good luck?
He squeezed Raymond’s softening cock between his walls and the man shuddered and laughed.
“You really are in heat.”
He pulled out and Mal held back a whine; maybe if he could sleep with Kris and Zara once each today he could be satisfied enough. Then again, he’d slept with all three of the prospective mates on the ship now, there was no point trying to hold back. If he didn’t want to be considered the ship's whore, it was a bit late. Mal stepped back into his clothes, zipping up the jumpsuit and feeling relieved that his skin wasn’t so sensitive now. The lust fog was still there, but it was manageable, he might even be able to check the inventory without his hands shaking.
“For what it’s worth I think you should tell the others.” Raymond said as he finished getting dressed and slipped on his sunglasses. “I know they won’t care.”
“Maybe you're right, I’ll do it at lunch. For now, we’d better get up to the bridge, somebody should probably be flying the ship.”
As he said it, the ship shuddered, moving suddenly to course correct around an obstacle and making the whole room shake with turbulence.
“Oh shit! The autopilot!”
Raymond went white and dashed out of the room while Mal laughed; at least if they crashed he wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of telling the rest of the crew.
~
They did not, in fact, crash, the autopilot had done its job and managed to avoid every asteroid in their path. Not that it stopped Zara chewing Raymond out for not checking in earlier when they finally got to the bridge. The shift passed awkwardly, Zara kept looking over at Mal with a mixture of wistfulness, jealousy and yearning that somehow made him feel embarrassed, guilty and aroused all at the same time. When the time came for lunch they all got up to leave but Zara stopped Raymond before he could stand.
“You stay for an extra fifteen. You were late, it’s only fair.”
“But we’re in open space, the autopilot can handle-”
“You were late for your shift, you get to eat late, that’s the rule.”
“Since when.”
“Since now. I’m captain and this is my ship. I make the rules.”
“But Mal was late too!”
“I need to talk to her, instead.” Zara said stiffly before grabbing Mal’s hand and practically dragging her out of the room. “See you in fifteen.”
Mal could feel the irritation prickling in the air, it made him want to curl up in a ball and hide. “Am I…not enough for you?” Zara asked as soon as they were alone.
“What?”
“I know we never put a name on what we do, so I am not saying you’ve done anything wrong but…I guess I just want to know what Kris, Ray and Til’this can give you that I can’t.”
“Zara…”
“I guess…I want to be your main partner, I guess. I have been researching Sedun culture, and it seems like polyamory is the norm, but most have a ‘mate’ who is their main partner. They sleep around but always go home to their mate. I want to be yours, is what I am saying. Your mate, I mean.”
Zara was babbling so much she could give Kris a run for his money. It was odd to see the ordinarily confident woman so nervous. Mal couldn’t even get a word in.
“I like you a lot Mal, and I think you like me too. But I get it, it’s hard when one partner has a higher sex drive, so I am fine with you sleeping around the crew. Hell, everybody has been so stressed, and the extra sex has been great for them, so know I am totally fine with it, but if maybe afterwards you came and stayed in my room? Would that work? I hope I can be special to you since you’re special to me.”
Mal looked down at the proud woman bearing his soul to him; he felt so many emotions it was hard to settle on just one. He liked Zara a lot, but he’d never been in any sort of stable, serious relationship, let alone an open one. And right now, he probably wasn’t in his proper mind to make such a decision. That and could he really be with somebody who didn’t even know his real name or past at all?
“Um-”
“I’ve offended you. Crap. I did so much research about how to go about this and most of the sources said casual was the right move, but then again you’re not like a normal Sedun. Maybe that’s why I like you so much-”
“Zara!”
“Yes?”
“I’m flattered, but I think there is something you should know first. I was going to tell everybody at lunch. Come on.”
“...You’re not dying, are you?”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“Says the mysterious woman who refuses to talk about her past.”
“...fair.”
~
“You’re in heat?” Zara gaped as soon as Mal finished talking. “Vrylix, you didn't think that maybe the captain should know about this?”
“Patient doctor confidentiality, I’m afraid.” The Vortan smiled, sipping at his tea.
“Since when do you care about any of that?”
“Always, I am just…selective about when I apply it is all. There was no risk to the safety of the ship if I kept Mal’thas’ little secret.”
The table descended into awkward silence, their food untouched since Mal’s little announcement. Part of him wanted to blurt out that he’d once been a human man just to get it over with, but he held his tongue; they were digesting enough for now. Kris actually looked a little embarrassed.
“I knew something was up, there was no way you’d come onto me unless there was something weird going on.” He sighed sadly.
Mal’s heart clenched, he wasn't really one for soft words. He hated it when people felt sorry for themselves rather than actually fixing the problem, but Kris was young and he had been incredibly useful the last few days. It felt unnatural, but Mal knew he had to encourage him, just a little.
“Kris, you’re a very…sweet guy. And pretty good in the sack, you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” Mal said.
Zenk just huffed and turned back to slowly stir the pot on the stove; it was the most sound Mal had ever heard him make. He could sense the huge alien's emotions, though; acceptance and…dismissal. Clearly, he couldn’t care less, he just wanted to get back to his job. Mal respected that in a way.
“As Mal stated, I am too old for her, a good thing too because I wouldn't have been interested either way.”
Mal couldn’t help but feel a little offended at that, and he must have projected the emotion without realising it because everybody giggled.
“Got a thing for older guys, do we, Mal?” Raymond teased. “Sorry to say but Vrylix is our ace in the hole. Even the sexiest Vortan alive couldn’t get him into bed.”
“I am not offended! I’m just not used to rejection.”
Even as the words left his lips he knew how petty they sounded but the others all just laughed good-naturedly. Mal smiled; this felt almost like a family. He watched as everybody just accepted the news and went right back to eating. After all that stress, Til’this had been right all along. Mal cringed inwardly thinking about their next video call, she was never going to let him hear the end of it.
“So, now that we know what’s going on, we can go back to playing cards and drinking, just with extra sex on the side!” Raymond grinned. “And, you mentioned those sex hotels on your home world, do you think they are hiring-ow! Hey, What’d I do?”
Zara had elbowed him hard in the side and Mal giggled, watching the captain chide him. Yes, this certainly was starting to feel like a family, albeit a very open, sexual one.
“Cards and drinks tonight sounds good, but uh, until then…”
“Raymond and I need to get back to the bridge but I am sure Kris can take a break from his maintenance work to keep you company for a bit.” Zara smiled and Kris squeaked.
“Are you…ordering me to sleep with Mal?”
“Yup.”
“...this is the best job, just the best job in the world.”
Mal was starting to agree.
