“We've set up several sensor arrays which should cover their most likely vectors of escape. If they don't do anything totally unexpected, we should catch up to them with at least one of our patrols.”

- Research Diary of Ouluk Kelemdar

***Deep Space***

***Silith***

“How does it taste?” I offer Antioch another portion of my cooking, a blend of grilled meat and the protein paste, which tastes like potato mash according to Fiona. I also added an assortment of baked fruits from my greenery.

“It tastes really good, but I am not hungry,” Antioch looks down at several plates, which are all arrayed on the table in front of him. “You have to believe me. I have no sexual interest in Jenny. Though, if it's true that she is the girl at the top of that group, shouldn't we at least try to be friends with her?”

“I saw you watching her,” I reply, huffing expressively. My tail twitches involuntarily with suppressed anger. She rubbed herself against him like a snake. Without my permission. “Friend or not, you moaned when you ate her cake. Why didn't you moan when you ate my cooking?”

He looks down at the food, an expression of despair creeping into his face. “Hers was sweet. It seems like I have a taste for sweet stuff. Everything you gave me had a lot of spices, but none of it was sweet. So, don't let that discourage you. Considering that it's your first time cooking, you are pretty good at it.”

I better be. When Jenny started talking about baking a cake, Lisandra and I forced all the women to teach us all about it. After having lived a life with the barest necessities in regards to food, the nutrient bars on this ship seemed like heaven. Then we were introduced to the idea of cooking. We had no idea that the many different ingredients in our food storage could be used to create such tasty wonders. It was like a whole new horizon opened up to us.

Sam and Min could have told me about it sooner, but they dodged the bullet with the excuse that they had other things on their minds.

“Fine, but be careful of Jenny. That vixen has already Martin to chase,” I threaten him with a spoon. When I barged in on the encounter between Antioch and Jenny, I was torn between running away and killing the both of them... well... maybe only Jenny. Or not... the least I should have done was to rip off her tail! Instead, I was too angry to do anything and let her go.

Antioch didn't do much, though he could have protested when she rubbed herself against him.

He nods and returns his attention to the plentiful food. “Are you sure that we can eat all of this?”

I regard the feast with a doubtful expression, then I measure the various pots and kettles which are the result of my attempts at showing off in front of him. Most of them are filled with leftovers. In my hastiness, I ended up overdoing it. The improvised kitchen in the mess hall was used to its fullest. There is probably enough food for ten people to have a decent dinner.

Sighing, I try to play it off as nothing troublesome. “The food will last for a while and the others can eat whenever they get hungry.”

After considering my words, Antioch nods. “Where are the others? Shouldn't they be here by now? It's almost dinner time.”

I regard him, wondering how much I should share. Jenny and her group of girls had an agreement about how to deal with Martin. Given the unique circumstances, they came up with a pretty unique way of punishing him. Though, I have yet to find out how ganging up on a male who apparently wants to have a harem is a punishment.

They are doing exactly what he likes.

Jenny made it sound like a logical solution to their little social problem. I am still amazed at how she managed to make it sound so rational. Though, reading between the lines, she pretty much suggested to trap Martin and gang-rape him until morning comes. I gave demon males increased sexual stamina, but I doubt that he can satisfy four women, not if one of them is a succubus.

“Well?” Antioch demands an answer when I stay silent for too long.

“They are... hunting him. That's the best way to describe it.” I try to explain the discussion between Jenny, Rina, Ailes, and Katrin. The four of them clearly didn't care about the rest of the female crew listening in on what's going to happen. In a way, I suppose that it was intentional to let the others know that Martin is off limits. Not that I would ever consider taking another partner.

“...it was akin to listening in on a court deciding what to do with a naughty child,” I finish the explanation, still pondering how the four women really came to the end-result of actually sharing Martin. “Jenny is a formidable foe when comes to twisting the words in your mouth. So, don't get too close to her.”

Antioch grunts, fascinated by my story. “They practically judged him in absentia. It also feels like you missed out on something important. How is gang-rape a proper punishment for two-timing?” He purses his lips. “I am not sure, but won't Martin like such a punishment? No, forget that. As far as I understand him, he wants to be the one who chases, not the one who is being chased.”

Raising a finger, I correct Antioch, “It was four-timing, to be precise... and I don't know. At some point, I simply lost track of the conversation. You can watch a recording if you want.” I point at a security camera. It's placed at the ceiling in a corner of the mess hall. “Everything should be recorded in the archives.”

Antioch's eyes follow my finger, a conflicted expression on his face. “Maybe I'll do it later. Seems like Martin's instincts are spot-on when it comes to jealous victims of his craft.” He shakes his head. “In any case, that still leaves Lis, Fiona, and the kids. Where are they?”

“The kids said that they have an important project to take care of. They are building something in one of the empty storage rooms.” I shrug. “They are very adamant about the fact that it has to be a surprise. We aren't allowed to enter.”

He tilts his head. “And you believe them?”

“No, but I checked which resources they commandeered for their project. There seemed to be nothing among it that endangers lives or the ship. Just electronics,” I reply, thinking. “If Lis and Fi aren't here, then they are probably in their rooms. I'll send them a message and inform them that they can eat whenever they like.”

“Ah, okay. I guess that I'll go to our quarters and call it day, now that everything seems to be in order.” Antioch gets to his feet and retreats.

“Okay. I'll join you in a few minutes.” Looking around, I take account of the mess which I made in the improvised kitchen. “Just have to clean this up.”

While Antioch leaves, I start fighting the dirty kitchen utensils. Rina, the small, mousy girl is a surprisingly skilled technician with ten drones at her command. She installed a stove, running water and all the other stuff without a hitch. We didn't even have to bother Antioch.

After a few minutes of fighting the dishes, I call for my drone and order it to clean in my stead. What else do I have it for, than to do my dirty work?

Satisfied with the solution, I notice that my call to my sister wasn't answered. It's unlike her to not reply to a private communication. Wondering what's wrong, I decide to stop at her quarters on my way back.

While wandering the corridors, I hear something like a strange scream and stop. After waiting for half a minute without the scream repeating itself, I shake my head and continue onwards. Normally, I would say that Martin got caught, but the last I heard was that he was hiding somewhere in the area of the waste-disposal system. That's over a hundred metres away. For a scream to carry that far, even in the confines of the ship, it must've been very loud.

Dismissing the noise as a result of my imagination, I reach my sister's quarters which lie directly next to Antioch's and mine. Without thinking, I open the door and find my sister naked on the floor. With one hand, she is massaging one of Fiona's shapely breasts, while the other is between the woman's legs. Their bodies are intertwined, moving sensually against each other.

Trying to ignore the erotic way in which Fiona's tail is moving between my sister's legs, I cover my mouth and close the door. They haven't seen me, right? I stand there for several seconds, pondering what to do.

Dazed, I walk back to my own quarters where Antioch is waiting for me. The image I just saw is burned into my mind and I can't get it out of my head. For my sister to be that kind of person comes as a shock. Why did I have to find it out like that!?

Sam and Min warned us that tendencies like that exist, but I thought that it would be a fairly uncommon condition. After all, women can't procreate with each other... or can they? I quickly start a search request with the ship's database, which comes up with a negative answer.

Still... my sister and Fiona? I guess there could be worse outcomes, but isn't Fiona a little too old for my sister? The thoughts in my head go crackers as I try to deal with what's part culture shock, part my own denial. No matter how I feel about it, my sister clearly liked it, was even actively taking part.

I rub my temples as I enter my quarters, wondering where Antioch is. “Antioch? We need to talk about something!” I've seen something disturbing and don't know how to deal with it. Should I deal with it? Do I have a right or a responsibility to do something about it?

As I close the door, Antioch leaves the living room. He is naked, except for a bathrobe, open at the front, revealing everything. The corners of my lips twitch upwards at the sight. That's exactly how I like my man.

“Is it important? I was thinking about making you forget about Jenny and other problems.” He walks closer and pulls me against him, kissing my shoulder and my neck. The contact sends nice, little tingles down my spine and I consider to leave it be.

Still, I want to talk about it. “Actually, I just saw-”

Twirling me around, his hand is suddenly on my belly, pressing my back against him. With the other, he reaches beneath my skirt and wastes no time.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I arch my back and bathe in his attention. He really got good with his fingers. Feeling my eyelids flutter, I hastily order my clothes to reshape themselves into a more fitting attire. Watching all the historical records from Hob's database gave me a few very interesting ideas.

My clothes melt away, partly retreating into my skin, partly reshaping themselves into a set of red lingerie.

It's clear that the new clothes, which are just a suggestion of nothingness, have the desired effect on Antioch. With a low growl, he pushes me over to a wall and lifts me up, spreading my legs. Blushing, I realize that I can see myself in the neatly polished metal of the wall. “Antioch, maybe we should, ah...”

My chance to talk this out between the two of us is clearly missed when he lowers me onto himself.

Right from the beginning, he works in and out of me hard and relentless. His eager assaults cause me to gasp with each stroke. It's as if the new clothes flipped some sort of animalistic switch inside of him. I close my eyes and drown in the sensations which his movements instil inside of me. After switching through several positions, I find myself on my knees.

Antioch's throbbing member is buried up to the hilt inside of me. His thrusts make it feel like it's becoming even larger. Moaning, I feel myself slipping over the edge as my lower body turns into goo and my abdominal muscles have a little party of their own. Holding onto my hips, Antioch pulls me against him, ensuring that my whole mind is flung into a blissful orgasm as his heat spreads inside me.

It takes a while for me to calm down. Thankfully, Antioch doesn't move and enjoys his own moment. For a while we just stay still and gasp, blissfully sharing the moment. When I am finally in control of myself, I try to get back to the point when we were interrupted. Having a little happy time is well and good, but there are also social things to consider. “I wanted to tell you something about-”

I am interrupted by Antioch flipping me over. He raises one of my legs and holds onto it. Hugging my thigh, he pulls out, just to deliver a thrust which causes me to quiver in ecstasy. Now facing him, I can see that his eyes are glowing red. He is also clearly in his own world, not listening to me.

Oh, could it be? No... I took that out of the last version of racial behaviour. Or did I forget it?

When he surges into me with renewed vigour, causing squeals of ecstasy with every movement, I get the feeling that I made a huge mistake when I fiddled with that particular setting!