from her legs and walked briskly to the table. I set the tray down and sat with a thump in one of the two chairs. I had to sit. The hardness of my cock could not be concealed by my pants any longer.
“You okay?” Ellis was holding a container of warracot and staring at me.
“Yes. The food you hold is warracot. It is a fruit and tastes sweet.”
“Okay.” She set the container down before sitting in the other chair. My shirt was too large for me to see even the curve of her small breasts, but it didn’t matter. I’d already seen them on the ship. Already knew how perfect they were.
My hands itched to cup them, and my cock was growing harder instead of softening. Krono, I needed to control my thoughts. The human would be returned to Earth as soon as the war ended. It was not wise to fuck her.
Why not? Ask her if she wants to fuck while she is here. There is no harm in asking.
There was plenty of harm. One, she was so small, I’d be lucky not to injure her during sex, and two, I wasn’t looking for some casual fucking and hadn’t been for some time. It was why I had left the Earth bar instead of finding a random female to bed when I was on Earth.
I wanted a mate, and the little thief sitting before me could never be my mate.
“Thank you for bringing me lunch.” Ellis poked at the grundleswat. “Are you not eating?”
“I ate earlier. I am always hungry after a training session.”
“Right. How did that go?” Ellis tried some grundleswat. “This is good. What is it?”
“Grundleswat. It’s our main source of meat.”
“Cool. I saw pictures of grundleswats in a Draax informational hologram at the library. They kind of remind me of deer.”
I reached below the table and pulled the crotch of my pants away from my dick. “What did you do this morning?”
“Napped,” she said with a grin. “Then I drank about four bottles of gallberry juice and then I had a bath.”
Oh Krono, I was not suddenly imagining her naked body in the bath.
She was already pushing her plate away and I frowned at her. “You must eat more.”
“I really can’t,” she said. “My belly is sloshing with all the juice I drank, plus I’m used to not eating much.”
I studied the way the skin stretched tight over her cheekbones. “Are you a lower?”
“I am,” she said. “How could you tell?”
“Your clothing was dirty, you smelled terrible, and you are too thin from not eating enough,” I said.
Her mouth dropped open for a second before she laughed. Her laugh was low and throaty, and it made my tail wave with excitement.
She glanced at my tail before saying, “I’m not sure I would ever get used to how blunt and honest you guys are. Human men aren’t like that.”
“Where did you live?” I was immensely curious about the little human.
“Uh, actually, I was homeless,” she said. “I lived on the streets.”
“You are so small. How did you survive?” I said. “Krey told me the area you live in falls below freezing in the cold months.”
“I’m tougher than I look.”
I couldn’t see how someone so small could possibly survive.
“How?” I persisted.
“Earth has homeless shelters so I would try and stay in them as often as I could. If they were full, I slept in alley’s under cardboard boxes. I had some warm blankets for a while that I sto – I mean, borrowed from the shelter, but some big dude with a hatchet and a really bad attitude took them from me.”
She ate a piece of warracot, her face lighting up. “Ooh, this is so sweet. It tastes kind of like watermelon.”
“You are lucky you did not freeze to death,” I said.
“I did almost freeze to death once last winter. But I broke into a land vehicle and it had a blanket in the back seat, so I just wrapped myself up like a burrito in the vehicle and hoped I didn’t die.”
She took another sip of juice. “Man, this stuff is so good. I can’t stop drinking it.”
“How did you get the scar on your leg?” I said.
She glanced at the scar running along the front of her shin before grinning. “That was a good one. So, for about two months, I was hanging around a real swanky uppers neighbourhood that was built near a small forest. There was an old treehouse in the forest – one