Chieftain Xorion makes a whistling sound with several short bursts that get higher each time. The men each give clipped nods and then begin picking up bloody bodies, easily tossing them over their shoulders.
Breccan and Chieftain Xorion begin walking in the direction of the command center. Draven and one of their men follow after.
Stella rushes to my side where Julie is greeting the other prison females. “I’m so glad you’re okay. How in the world did you find more aliens?”
“It’s a long story,” Julie says with a weary grin. “I couldn’t come back here to die, so I decided to take my freedom like you!”
“Like me?” Stella asks with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”
“You were so brave leaving when you did. You weren’t scared of anything. I’ve always wanted to travel and I never got the chance on Earth II, so I decided what the hell. If you could do it, so could I. I didn’t get very far when I found these guys. If you can believe it, they’re even crazier than the morts.”
Stella glances at me. “I’m not sure if that’s possible.”
I bare my teeth at her playfully.
“I mean, you’ve seen them. But that doesn’t even begin to describe it,” Julie says. “They live in old ruins of cities a few hours from the prison. The city is like a jungle with vines growing through the buildings and trees right in the middle of the streets.”
“We’ll have to go see this someday,” I say thoughtfully, imagining all the different species of plants that must exist across the planet.
“Maybe Breccan and Xorion can work something out,” Julie says with excitement. “I’m just glad to have found you all.”
“We found each other,” Stella says, putting an arm around her.
***
Living underground isn’t ideal, but now that Oz has restored power, at least my plants will survive. It was a group effort, but eventually, we moved everything of value from the destroyed Facility down to the lower levels. The cells that once housed anyone crazed with The Rades have now been temporarily outfitted with insulated walls for privacy.
Our room is now filled with all my plants, transforming the bland insulation into colorful shades of orange, red, green, purple, blue, and more.
“Dis one?” Henry asks, pointing his finger up.
“This one is edible,” I agree. “Want to try it?”
He nods eagerly and plucks a rubrumbacca from a vine. “Strawberwy?”
My mortling is clever. “Close. The other humans say this one resembles strawberries on Earth II. Your mother loved strawberries and told you a lot about them, huh?”
“Can I eat it?”
I grab a spray bottle and squeeze the handle, grinning when he squeals in delight as water splatters all over him and the rubrumbacca. “Now you can, little one. It’s called a rubrumbacca. Can you say that?”
He chews on the pink, meaty sweetness, juices running down one corner of his lips. “Rubrakka.”
“Henry,” Stella chides, entering our room. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
I wink at him and use a cloth to clean off his face. “My fault, mate.”
Stella rolls her eyes, but her smile is broad. “You can’t take the blame for everything he does. You’ll spoil him.”
She says spoil like it’s a bad thing. If taking the blame means keeping him out of trouble and Stella’s stern words directed at me, I can handle it. In fact, I welcome it.
“Henry, baby, Miss Molly is about to give Eileen a bath. She wants to know if you can help her.” Stella laughs when Henry shrieks with happiness. “You know where to find her.”
Since Henry spends most of his time with that rogcow, he knows exactly how to get there. After he takes off in a sprint, Stella shuts the door behind him. She turns the lever, something new Jareth installed in the rooms to ensure privacy, locking us in.
Stella’s stare becomes predatory as she watches me. We haven’t had much time alone since the human soldier war, so the air crackles with an energy that’s been building for many solars.
Her dainty fingers tug at the zipper of her minnasuit and she slowly draws it down, exposing creamy flesh with each drop lower and lower. My cock stiffens, immediately eager to do more than a quick lick of her cunt or her lips around my cock.
This feels different.
This feels like more.
“Looking to get licked between your thighs again?” I tease, smirking at my beautiful mate.
She slowly shakes her nog. “Nope.”
I lift a brow in question. She ignores me, slowly peeling the material down her body. It would be more efficient just to hurry and rip it all off. Something tells me she’s not shooting to be efficient. For once, we’re able to take our time and enjoy this moment without fear of interruption.
Since two can play at this game, I mimic her actions. I grow fixated on the way she bites down on her juicy bottom lip. Everything about Stella is perfect. Every smooth curve of her body. Every brown spot—er, freckles as she calls them. Every golden hair on her head, under her arms, and the sweet thatch between her thighs.