Marauder Fenrir: Scifi Alien Invasion Romance (Mating Wars) Read Online Free Page B

teal cock in its full size and glory. I stare at it like an idiot, my eyes widening in amazement. Even as I float farther away, it still looks so fucking big.
    “Hmmm,” he says, looking down at his dick. “Are you not able to shut off your pheromones?”
    “Excuse me?” I say incredulously, grabbing a handrail and stopping myself.
    “Your pheromones have distracted me, made me erect, and now I’m wasting valuable calories with this vibration.”
    “So it’s my fault you can’t keep your teal dick in your pan--–in your...where the hell is your armor? Why are you floating around naked with a big alien boner?”
    “My biosuit is nearly depleted,” he says. “Give me the most protein-dense rations available so that I can recharge it.”
    “Can you at least put that crotch piece back on?” I ask, shielding my eyes with my hand.
    “No,” he says. “If you don’t like my penis, don’t look at it.”
    “Fine!” I say. “If you don’t like my fucking pheromones, then don’t smell them!”
    “They disperse throughout the whole ship,” he says matter-of-factly. “I could secure you back in the sack, or in the airlock–”
    “Okay,” I say. “Forget it. Keep your dick out all you want.”
    The corners of his mouth twitch and rise up into a grin, and his cock, still fully erect, bobs up and down..
    “So,” I ask, changing the subject, “why do you want to kill Cygnus, exactly?”
    Considering that his existence has mostly been based on rumor, I have a hard time imagining that killing Cygnus will accomplish much of anything.. I don’t tell Fenrir this, as I’m happy to have him waste his time. I might even be able to warn Cygnus and his human followers before Fenrir strikes. I can use Fenrir to get closer to Cygnus, which in turn could get me safely onto the surface of Mars. It’s not exactly where I wanted to end up, but as someone implicated in the murder of an Imperial officer, I have little choice.
    “My shame debt compels me to kill him!” Fenrir grunts.
    As hard as I try to keep my eyes off his big teal cock, they feel like they’re drawn magnetically toward it. If my concentration starts drifting, my eyes fall right back down toward it. Even though his cock is getting softer now, it’s still fucking massive.
    “I have no idea what that means,” I say. “Shame debt? Does that mean you’re embarrassed or something?”
    He’s talking to me with a straight face and his huge teal dick hanging out, so embarrassment seems unlikely, but it’s all I can even remotely tie this alleged “shame debt” to.
    “Only a warrior could understand,” he says.
    I shake my head and kick off the floor, toward the turret I used to man. I slap the turret and widen my eyes at him. “Do you see this?”
    “It’s a primitive kinetic weapon,” he says.
    I scoff. “And how many of these primitive weapons do you see in this ship?”
    He squints and scans the room with his eyes. “Four.”
    “How many men did you kill?” I ask.
    “Four,”he replies.. “One for each weapon.”
    “No,” I say, “the last one you killed ordered the rest of us around and piloted the ship. He didn’t fire the weapons.”
    I sit down into the turret’s chair and grab the handles. I turn the controls from side to side, showing him I know what I’m doing.
    Fenrir’s eyes bulge. “They had their breeding Fiona operate a weapon?”
    “Did you seriously just call me ‘their breeding Fiona?’ For real?”
    “It’s not your fault you couldn’t bear them a child,” he says. “These men were weak. Whoever arranged these flawed pairings owes you great shame debt for having wasted your fertility on them.”
    “You’re lucky I can’t turn this primitive kinetic weapon around so it’s facing into the ship so I can blow your cock off,” I screech angrily.
    I push off the wall and head toward the door leading to the sleeping quarters. I pull the door open, and then turn back to him, willing myself not to look at his