I want to be that person who’s righteous and virtuous, but I’m not. I never have been.
He’s an intelligent, sentient alien… But my original, brief assumption is now mired in confusion.
Vruksha loosens his grip on his bulge and pumps his length instead. His tapering tip, where his cum drips, is pointed and slightly curved, and could be a weapon in itself.
“Gemma,” he rasps my name, and my skin prickles. “Gemma,” he mutters again when he slides his hand back down.
My heart riots. I turn away, but the motion is harder than I expected.
“Gemma, Gemma, Gemma,” he continues. What he’s doing goes against human decency, but he doesn’t know or even care. “Gemma.” He says my name with each thrust of his hand, his hips. “Gemma.”
I listen, his pace increasing. I steal another glance, practically mesmerized.
Primitive darkness glints his black eyes, bursting with fervor. His angular face tilts downward, arching, ribbed brows lower to show menace or… or want? I don’t know, and I tremble. He looks at me like he really is in pain, and that the only thing in all the world that could relieve him is me.
I face him and the virility he’s displaying. As I swallow, I find that my throat is tight. My mouth is dry, like I had been gaping.
His arm jerks, tempo building. The sounds of my name become nothing more than a guttural, animalistic gasp on his lips. The rasps he releases roughens.
He’s showing me what he intends to do with me, and what’s in store if I can’t find my way home. Will it be bad? I hug my legs to my chest, making sure my ripped shirt covers me entirely.
“Gemma!” he shouts my name one final time, bowing over as his hips thrust outward. His tail slams against the ground. The leaves above shake, some fall.
I jump, startling as he crumples onto the forest floor, thrusting still. I’m still watching this male jacking off, and I lean out to see if he’s okay.
Something wraps around my ankle. “What are you doing?!” I shout as he drags me out of the shelter and toward his pumping hips.
I kick once, trying to dislodge his tail, but he lifts and grabs me, pulling me under his body.
He pushes his hips between my legs, spreading them. I press my hands to his chest. His cock slaps against my stomach. I suck in.
He pins me with his eyes as I feel my clothes dampen with his cum.
“Do you sssee now what you do to me? What I need from you, Gemma?”
I swallow, holding still.
All I can think about is that my legs are open and his body is between them. I try not to press them closed but I’m clenching, straining, uncertain.
“Why me?” I gasp, pushing at his chest.
“Because, my sweet little human, you are mine.” His eyes twinkle. His tongue comes out and slides up my cheek.
My whole body shivers.
“And soon, you’ll be licking me like how I’m licking you.”
His mouth moves over my ear and I turn away, and then it’s upon my throat. It’s warm and wet and demanding. I hate that I clench again, that I grit my teeth because it tickles.
This isn’t happening, I tell myself. Darkness or not, protection or not. Heat running through my veins or not.
His lips caress my throat. They’re warm, soft...
I have a plan. He’s just a means to an end.
Daisy.
The second Daisy comes rushing back to my head, I push at Vruksha, fighting to get out from under him. “Stop!” I yell, breaking through my shock. He rises, and I scoot back until I’m pressed up against the shelter.
Darkness clouds his eyes. The twinkle, gone.
How could I forget about Daisy? I have no idea what happened to her or where she is. What she must be going through… If it’s anything like this?
I pray she’s okay.
Vruksha pushes his cock into the confines of his tail, the bulge in the middle of it now gone, and it disappears behind a slit of scales. I finally manage to turn away, shame rising to my cheeks. I rub the feel of him off my neck.
“Now that you know what you are in for, I suggest you get some sleep,” he says. “Tomorrow, we will reach my den, and you will become mine. Sleep is of the essence.”
I hear him slip away and I close my eyes.
I’ll never be yours, I vow. Never. My time on this planet will be short.
I’ll never become an animal like you.
Yet that heat… It remains.
Seven
The Airfield
Gemma
I barely slept, and I feel it. The little I got the night before hasn’t helped at all. And I’m hungry. As dawn breaks through the trees, my stomach grumbles. I push onward.
My feet drag through the damp overgrowth.
I can’t stop thinking about what happened between Vruksha and me last night.
“How much farther?” I ask, hating that it’s me breaking the silence. Again.
We haven’t spoken more than a few words since we left the largely-broken shelter hours ago. When he tried to lift me in his arms and carry me the rest of the way to his den, I held him off. It made him furious.
I might be tired, but I’ve been carried enough by these aliens to last me a lifetime.
Besides, I don’t trust him to not carry me up into the trees.
A sigh escapes my lips. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand, wishing I hadn’t lost my hair tie in the fight yesterday.
Massaging my neck, I still feel Vruksha’s tongue. It’s elsewhere too, or at least I’m imagining it elsewhere. Warm, wet, and mobile. Ticklish at the fork. It’s a sensation hard to describe. I shake my head. His tongue tickles.
A blush rises to my cheeks.
If I were to be asked if these Earth aliens were voyeurs yesterday, I would’ve gifted a
