CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SIX
With a roar, Xavier began shaking like a leaf with his cum pouring into my pussy as his cocks moved in and out of my holes.
He kissed my lips, pausing my brain from the sexual high it was on, giving me romantic feels instead.
Then he moved back and held my neck, applying just the right pressure and began pounding into me at a relentless pace that made my body vibrate with extreme pleasure.
“I'm…I'm gonna.. ugh!” I groaned as my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, just as someone began hitting the door aggressively in what they assumed was a knock.
“Who the fuck is that?!” Xavier growled angrily as I came down from my high immediately, sitting up in concern.
That knock didn't sound like they wanted a cup of water.
“Your Highness, we have a situation!” The guard yelled, panic filling his voice.
“What is the problem, Gerald?” I asked softly, wearing clothes immediately as did Xavier.
I knew we smelled like sex and my hair probably looked like a hair's nest but he sounded like it was urgent so I didn't pay it any attention but I kept brushing my hands through it as we ran after the guard who was giving us information as he ran towards the living quarters.
“It's the humans, Sir. They don't want to wait for their superiors to eat first and now it's caused quite a stir,” he explained breathlessly and I paused.
“What do you mean? They've been made to eat leftovers all these while?” I asked, irritated.
I'd not put much attention to what was happening around the ship, human and ky'rhans alike but hearing that something as basic as food was being used to make them feel less than was messing with my head.
“I stopped all of that while you were still in coma so to hear it still happening just means some people want to provide for themselves in this ship,” Xavier snapped, anger coating his features.
He grabbed my hands and teleported us to the entrance of the dining hall.
There were several of of these in the plans I'd seen of the ship but this was the biggest, yet people are in batches.
So I could imagine how the hierarchy system affected humans.
Eating leftovers from people who hated you was definitely torture.
“What's going on?” Xavier demanded as took in the chaotic hall.
Humans were on the left, barricaded by Ky'rhan guards while Moderates screamed in their faces, probably reminding them of their place.
Some looked beat up already and I saw a mother trying to hold back her child with blood pouring out of an injury on her nose.
Yet, the room was still awash with Ky’rhans trying to get their points across both verbally and with their more superior fists.
I was livid.
“Stop screaming at each other and answer to your king!” I yelled into the chaotic room and immediately, for the first time, everyone listened to my voice, a deafening silence enveloping the room.
Xavier’s fingers rolled into mine and I had to stop myself from smiling.
It felt amazing, the acceptance I'd been craving finally coming from him.
The rest of his people listening to me was just a bonus. I imagined what I could accomplish with this. For example, this situation would definitely end in favor of the humans as I was going to be a part of the decision making process.
It felt good.
“I ask again, and this time, I expect a response and not everyone talking over themselves, Xavier said, walking deeper into the room with me in tow. “What is happening?”
It seemed the ky’rhans had realized something collectively and their hostile stance shifted to confusion and even guilt.
“It's the humans, your highness.” Someone said from the back, his voice accusatory.
“What did they do?” He asked calmly.
I'd come to understand that tone and the dire consequences that usually followed it.
These Zorvathians were about to get punished by their king and I couldn't help smiling at that.
I was married to them but someone needed to knock them down a peg or two and who best but their own king?
A few stuttered, trying to tell him what happened but it seemed I wasn't the only one that knew not to take his calmness at face value.
“Whoever spoke earlier, come out so you can explain better,” I said, trying to end this whole thing as soon as possible.
They all looked petrified it was damn near hilarious.
Slowly, the crowded parted and someone emerged from the crowd, a XYZ with a Mohawk, purple skin, and rings lined along his nose and ears. He would have been considered handsome if he wasn't filled with so much vile and hatred.
“Um, your highness, we were getting ready to have breakfast and they suddenly encroached on our space, saying some shit about Councilman Zyx saying they could eat with us,” he began, his voice filled anger and revulsion, pissing me off more than I already was. “Which is definitely bull because there's no way that can be happening. They even went as far as falsifying a report about it. You can imagine the extent they'd go to act like they're more than…” he didn't finish because Xavier raised his hand, shutting him up.
“What's your name?”
“Xetxe,” he said and I didn't even bother figuring out how to pronounce it.
“Okay, Xetxe, you will have to apologize to the humans. All of you actually; because they're right. I commanded Zyx to harmonize all your activities. I don't care how you are all going to do it but no one is entering the new Zorvath that I'm going to nearly die rebuilding with hatred in their heart for the species that gave me my wife. Your queen who it's by her grace and power that all of this is possible!” He declared, his loud voice reaching across the room.
Then he folded his arms and leveled them with a demanding look.
Then an older man walked out of the crowd, a sense of authority in his stride.
“But your highness, this decision of yours, did you even care to know how this would affect us? Or did you get a taste of human pussy and forget about the people you are supposed to be in charge of their interests?”
The lights went off, a testament of me losing control.
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