He flinches when I push my tongue into his mouth. Then, when he realizes he likes the sensation, he reciprocates, tangling his tongue with mine, cupping his hands around my cheeks to hold me as we taste one another. Our breaths are hissing. Our actions grow in intensity as we kiss harder, pressing ourselves into one another’s bodies.
When I break away, I’m dazed. Reon’s gray eyes are dark. He stands up now, clearly awake as fuck, and drags me inside my chambers.
He pushes me against the door, slamming it shut, hips pressing into me. I feel the stirrings of his arousal, and let out a whimper. Wetness pools between my thighs. Oh, it’s been so long. So long that I imagined I might be touched like this. So long since my body has ached strongly for this.
At this moment, Reon seems utterly stunning to me. His face is just… perfectly rounded, smooth, his tentacles tumble like thick dreadlocks from his scalp, and his bigger, muscular body swallows up mine. I run my hands over his arms, feeling the bulge of biceps, the tapering veins in his forearms.
He doesn’t ask if I doubt this. Either because he can see I clearly want it, or because he’s wanted me bad enough to override the concern. I don’t know, but it’s not long before we’re tugging at one another’s suits, stripping each other naked.
Shivering, I stand before him in all my human glory, and I examine his naked body. Aside from the erection that juts to attention, remarkably like a human phallus, if perhaps a little more pointed at the end, the rest of his body is like staring at a marble stable. The light brown scales are so smooth, and there’s not a trace of hair on his body. He doesn’t have nipples, which throws me off for a moment, but he certainly notices mine and recognizes them for that they are.
“Alright,” Reon breathes. “I need to know how to make you orgasm. It’s important.”
I laugh. “Seriously?” His eyes slide to the fluid now dripping between my thighs.
“You said it’s different. That if I’m inside you, it will not always… orgasm.”
Oh, hell. My cheeks blush harder. The thought of him being inside me, even though it’s damn obvious what’s going to happen by now, sends my stomach fluttering.
“Oh, um,” I say, intelligently, “well. We like being touched. Here’s good.” I tap my breasts. “Here, soft.” I indicate my nipples. “Stay soft, mostly. And, um…” I allow my hands to trail to between my legs.
Reon shuffles closer. “The magic button you mentioned. Where is it?”
Oh, God. This is so awkward. But at the same time, I commend him. He looks so serious right now. It’s not funny for him. He really wants to know. I really shouldn’t burst out laughing in his face.
I’ve never done this with my former boyfriends, so I fumble as I demonstrate the folds, and push them apart to reveal my bundle of nerves, though it’s hiding at the moment.
“Touching this will do it. But it’s very sensitive. It gets sore easily. You need… um. Fluid.” I don’t know the word for lubricant, so I stick with that. “Like…” I scoop up some of my arousal, and lightly touch my clit, with him watching.
“Can I try?”
Uh. “Sure. But not for long. It’s… I’m not joking when I say it’s sensitive.”
He appears aroused and fascinated by this fact. Close enough now, he slowly extends his hand between my legs. Scoops up some of the lubricant secreting from my body. Glides his finger along the folds, and gently touches my clit. It’s not too bad – but when he starts moving his finger softly, I let out a whimpering moan.
“Oh…” My knees begin to buckle. He catches me with startled reflexes and laughs.
“Esther! You really weren’t joking!” He grins at me, before kissing my lips intensely. He carries me to the bed, sets me down upon the blankets, then whispers, “is it easier if you come first, or me?”
I shrug, again bemused, wanting him to stop talking and just fuck me. Gentlemanly as it is for him to ask. “I don’t mind.” I lean to whisper in his ear, “I want to feel you inside.”
He lets out a growl. Positioning himself firmly between my legs, he rests his erection against my entrance. I’m so wet that he pushes between my folds with no issues at all. I cry out, shuddering, as he tests me, moving slowly within.
It’s getting hard to concentrate. Hard to remember my reasons, as he consumes my body and soul. The closeness of our forms together, the delicious friction, the excited gasps and the strength of his arms as he pins me down serve to elevate my emotions far beyond anything I anticipated.
Already, before I’ve even come, he’s turning out to be a better lover than my former boyfriends. The way his hips move, the patience of his thrusts, the determination, along with the acute awareness of my pleasure – makes everything so much better. I’m not just a notch on a bedpost. There to be fucked because I can and because I’m one of those fascinating humongs. I’m here because we both wanted it and it’s happening, and damn what anyone thinks.
It’s bad, in a way. If he loses the trials now, I know in my heart of hearts I’ll be bitterly disappointed. Because I can’t help but give a little of my soul to him as we entwine together.
Tension coils in my stomach. It’s not intense enough to release the building orgasm, but it’s there, hinting at what’s to come. When Reon stops his thrusts suddenly to reach down and allow his fingers to slip along my nub, I can’t control it. I’m fast whimpering, writhing. The pressure inside is unbearable, and with each deft flick, he hurtles me closer to the orgasm until it rips out of me in a tidal wave. Drowning everything else.
Edged on by my orgasm, he thrusts until he comes as well. My mouth’s agape, and I’m only able to utter a squeak. My muscles are locked from pleasure, and it’s as if I’ve been slammed out of nowhere with endorphins – as if all of them have decided to empty into my body at once.
As I’m recovering, Reon buries his nose into my hair, closes his eyes, and keeps his arm looped over me.
Fuck. Well. I liked that. I’m tempted now to stay in bed and do nothing else for the day. Unfortunately, my stomach lets out a growl of protest.
Reon chuckles. “Uh oh.”
I groan. “I don’t want to leave this bed.”
“You liked it; I take it?”
“You know I did, you bastard,” I replied grinning. He imitates the grin.
We lie there for a few moments longer, basking in the afterglow, admiring each other’s faces. Eventually, I sigh.
“Well, my little guardian Yaru, want to come with me to breakfast and sample the great delicacies of your planet?”
“If I throw it up during the trial later, I’m blaming you,” he replies, smirking. We wash and get dressed again, and he acts slightly puzzled when I offer my arm to him. I must explain that humans like to walk arm in arm with their friends and lovers. He’s so awkward in looping his elbow in mine, and when we start walking, he has no sense of rhythm or patience at all. Dear God, I must teach him how to walk and to not drag me around like a sack of potatoes. I’m the one who is supposed to have the awkward walk, having been fucked thoroughly to the point where my legs tremor slightly. Still, I enjoy the teaching of what I’ve considered as basic human things to do, and we get breakfast together. I’m surprised to see Tia already there, and she waves us in. She doesn’t suspect anything – yet.
“Hey. I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been drugging myself on their datchen drinks – which are quite close to coffee flavor. At least, I’m getting the jitters as you do with coffee.”
“Why can’t you sleep? Are you nervous?” Reon asks, before stifling a yawn. I hear his jaw crack, and must suppress a yawn of my own.
“Yeah. I think my competition segment ends today. They have four finalists, and all of them are mini Godzillas,” she says, which prompts a laugh from me before I cover my mouth.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”
“It’s okay.” She smiles. Clearly, the mood is catching. “I wonder if it means I’ll go today from the hotel.”
Reon shakes his head. “Not u
ntil the end of the whole tournament. Although you will be won, you’re not given as a prize until the reward ceremony when the tournament events end. And the joust and Five Trials are probably the longest spanning ones.”
Tia’s bottom lip quivers in relief. “Oh. That’s good. It might be nice if we’re allowed to stay in contact with the women.”
“I don’t see why not. You will need to put the request across to your new partner, but unless they’re an absolute cretin, they won’t deny any reasonable requests.”
“Oh.” Tia looks glum. “Well, all my finalists look like wife beating cretins.”
“I’m sure you’ll find someone worth knowing,” I reply. “I’m starting to like my guards, actually. Ikkard and Narl – they’re chill guys.”
“Mine aren’t very talkative.” Tia receives another one of her datchen drinks from the canteen food tender – a strict Yaru woman, who also pours one for me. Her eyes narrow as she sees Reon’s hand creep along to mine.
“Tia here keeps going on and on about this coffee you humongs drink. Figure I’ll let you try it as well.”
“Thank you,” I say to the female Yaru, and her lips twitch in a smile.
“How’s it going, Elle?” Reon smiles politely as Elle pours him a drink.
“Terrible. If it wasn’t for Tusken’s obscene bribe, we would have had him out on his heels. He keeps demanding stupid, impossible things for my staff to do, partly I think out of personal amusement. He offers cash rewards if they complete it. One of my cooks is impersonating a bird at the moment, hopping around and pecking breadcrumbs off the floor.”
I let out a snigger. “Really?”
Elle does something with her eyes that looks suspiciously like an eye roll, though it’s more the filmy layer of her third eyelid flickering across for a brief moment. It reminds me of a cat’s eye – the palpebra tertia – and it seems the Yaru have the same feature.
“Unfortunately. My partner has half a mind to beat him to death – Tusken’s always flirting with her as well.”
Tia and I hesitate a moment. “Her?”
Now Reon and Elle exchange amused glances. “Yes. Her. Don’t you humongs have same sex pairings?”
I open my mouth and close it. “Yes, we do, but they’re rare.” I squint in confusion. “Isn’t there like a massive population shortage of women right now…?”
“Yes.” Elle folds her arms, arching one of her brow muscles. Daring me to continue stumbling into the pit I’ve just dug for myself.
“Don’t your people get… angry?”
“Not everyone likes it,” Reon admits. “But it started becoming more popular when women were being purged. They preferred to band together to protect themselves from sweeps, and relationships naturally formed out of that. Elle is not common, either, but it is her choice at the end of the day.” He grins. “Maybe you better watch out.”
“You do have such pretty tentacles,” Elle muses, gray eyes intrigued. “I’ve never seen so much red…” now she reaches out to touch my hair, her pale yellow skin brushing over my red curls.
“Will everyone stop touching my hair?”
In response, Reon and Tia now start stroking my head, and I let out a huff and down the datchen, before coughing at the unexpected strength of it. It has the familiar burn of coffee, and I feel the same kind of buzz flowing through my veins. My body curls up in delight at the feel.
If I’m honest, though, when we finish our breakfast, I realize it’s the first, normal kind of start I’ve had in a long time. Where I’m not worrying about home or how alien this planet is, and I’m just finding simple joy in small, unimportant things.
I wouldn’t mind more days like this. Maybe being on this planet won’t be bad if that’s the case. Maybe I can have more times with Reon like I did earlier this morning. Which might have been a, uh, little spontaneous, given my euphoria at seeing him there, knowing he’d waited all night to protect me. Knowing that he cared enough for that. My cheeks flare up.
Yeah. I hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much, either. With the guys, I slept with… it just happened. With Reon… I honestly found my mind drifting, my soul floating, my heart consumed. It’s not – it can’t be love. But it was hot and wild, and more than I ever anticipated in him. I labeled him as a nice guy, but he sure knows how to fight and to hold his own against a prince. His family is probably more powerful than I realize. But how would I know, having been stuck on a spaceship, and transferred to this hotel after seeing a blurring awe of the world, with the cities and multi-leveled vehicle lanes, with the stench of technology and a promise of what humanity might one day achieve?
I don’t want to stay in this world. But maybe I can find a place on it if I have no other choice. Maybe it can be in Reon’s arms. I can see him smiling at me now, his gray eyes hazed over, his breath hot and trembling as I glide my palms over his smooth scales. I remember how surprised I was to see what lay underneath his suit. A physique not unlike a human male – including the appendage. Oh, that had been a happy discovery indeed…
I grin to myself before the memories of my family dull the joy.
Yes. I can’t forget about them. Never forget.
My mood’s a little subdued by the time I’m back in that tower, waiting for the fourth trial. And when I hear them announce that both the fourth and fifth trial will be concluded today, my nerves stiffen.
Oh, God. I thought it would be stretched out. I know the tournament is supposed to last another three days. I’d assumed that the last trial would be on the final day. I see the same shock ripple across the competitor’s faces, including the blue alien, who I now know is called Gerran. Just because Reon wouldn’t shut up about him and admire the Yaru’s sword form.
“The fifth trial as well will have the first spot being double points, which means that even if your ranking is not excellent, you will have a chance to come back. But only if you win. I’m sure you’ll all look forward to it,” the Yaru organizer announces, smiling insincerely. I’m tempted to punch him in the face, but I’m stuck in my box, with my feeble human body, forced to do little else but spectate how the aliens intend to deal with the rest of my life.
I dislike having such little power. It occurs to me, if I end up with Reon or Tusken, I’ll likely be in a position of power. But I’d rather not be anywhere near Tusken because I think he’ll abuse his. And I think I will be miserable. I start absently twirling my red locks around my finger, repeating the motion, just as a distraction. I’m scared now it won’t work out.
My hands tremble at the unexpected news. At the thought, it might all go wrong.
When did I start clinging to the hope of Reon winning so strongly? Had I always wanted this to happen? To feel him close?
I don’t know. The lack of answer in my heart frightens me.
The fourth trial appears to be a series of puzzles placed upon the board. Obviously, I can’t read Yarussian, so I’m excluded from what kind of puzzles they are, and whether they might be things I’m capable of solving.
Can’t imagine it makes for exciting viewing. I also notice that some of the crowd has drifted away at the puzzle introduction, likely intending to come back for the fifth. Again, that unprofessional, unpolished attitude makes me wonder.
In a world with such sophisticated technology, they choose to keep things low tech here. I wonder if that’s why it’s been preserved for so long. In a world of vibrant tech and space exploration, throwbacks to their culture like this must be reassuring.
The writing on the screen changes. A new puzzle, I assume. The Yaru are furiously scribbling their answers on small tablets, their fingers pressing against the glass.
This is the entire fourth trial. Bored shitless, I watch whatever’s going on in the nearest arena, wondering where the deafening roar is coming from. What event inspired such excitement. There’s a huge thunder of feet stomping up and down, ecstatic cheers. Maybe it’s Tia’s event. Maybe the Yaru Godzilla has won her at last. In the arena nearest to me, it’s just
two people there, facing one another, clad in full armor. They’re circling, sometimes testing the waters by lashing out. Mostly, they also seem to be boring the crowd, so I huff and examine my cuticles instead. I wish I could be allowed to walk from the tower and see what’s going on beyond what I can see, but now, I’m just stuck here.
After what seems like ages, the board finally changes color, and the announcer says, “And now, we will see who has the right answers!”
I watch, slightly more awake now that this abomination of a “trial” has ended. The winner turns out to be Gerran, which puts him on 34. Then Tusken – 38. Then someone else, and my heart sinks. Reon’s not in the top three. In fact, he’s fifth. Which boosts him to 30 points. He’s still third place, but now Tusken has a huge lead again. Reon looks pissed off with himself, having fallen so far down in the challenge, and slightly ready to murder. Tusken gives a smug glance, now parading around the rope barrier, which animates the formerly dull crowd. He thumps his chest.
It’s not over yet, though.
Whoever wins first place in the final challenge, might be able to boost their points to win. From what I can see, though, three of the competitors can’t win, no matter if any of them get first place because their point pool is too low. The rest have a chance – depending on where Tusken falls if he loses at all. He’s always consistently been in the top three, though.
Fuck sake. The bastard knows he has a good chance to win. As long as Tusken and Reon don’t win, and he doesn’t fall too hard, he knows he has a fantastic chance. This adds to the intensity for the rest. It gives them the determination to fight and win.
To think I’m on an alien planet. I could have at least seen some of the cities for myself, now, spotted more alien races to get some kind of comprehension of the universe we live in. Or I could have instantly been sold off in an auction without so much as a blink. That was what they intended – before they discovered our superior genetics or whatever. I find it funny, in a way, because humans are riddled with genetic issues. I heard once that this is the case because every single human in the world comes from a stock of around a thousand or less. Something to do with a mass extinction event like seven hundred thousand years ago which almost obliterated us from the planet.
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