Page 46 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

On one, his back was to me as he was buying a half-open flower from a sidewalk gallery. He had given it to me a moment later, with a shy smile.

“It’s at its most beautiful when in full bloom, but it only opens fully under the right conditions,” he’d said. Then added softly, “It reminds me of you.”

I glanced at the flower that was sitting in a glass pot on the table now. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, spreading a warm, tingling sensation through the rest of my body.

“My best friend.”

The words from my letter bounced in my head with some dissonance. The description I gave of the professor wasn’t accurate. The feelings I had for him weren’t just “friendly.”

The image of him running a hand through the fur between his horns came up next, and I paused the slideshow. He didn’t know I took this picture as he had glanced away. He looked so himself in it, his wide shoulders relaxed, a tiny smile playing on his lips.

With their hooves, horns, and fur, Voranians looked so different from humans, many on Earth thought them unattractive. I found Professor Thormus extremely handsome, however. Just looking at his picture made my heart flutter and my knees weak.

His physical power and intelligent confidence, combined with that awkwardly shy streak of his, made for an irresistible combination.

Still, I had to resist whatever drew me to him.

The physical pull was easy to explain. I hadn’t had sex in ages, and the professor was a man. A tall, strong, manly man with those violet eyes that sparkled so beautifully in the summer sunshine...

All those pregnancy hormones that some said were supposed to make me feel horny must be raging by now. I had to find a way to rein them in.

What would the professor say if I asked him for a vibrator?

A barrage of images of him using it as a medical probe on me suddenly rushed into my head, robbing me of breath.

I gripped the tablet in my lap, closing my eyes. The right thing to do was to banish these images from my head once and for all. But the warm sensation rushing through my body felt too good to stop it.

My shoulders moved with a slight shiver as the forbidden fantasy played in my mind.

“Open for me, Maya,” the professor rumbled in that deep voice of his and tapped the inside of my knee with his thumb. A slim medical probe in his other hand vibrated softly. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”

The professor’s constant concern for my wellbeing made it easy to envision him taking care of all my needs, including those that throbbed so urgently between my legs.

This was wrong...

Despite my best efforts, however, Professor Thormus refused to leave my obviously very disturbed imagination.

“Let me touch you.” He snapped his gloves off, then slid his large hands down my inner thighs. “Let me taste you...”

His impossibly long tongue snaked out of his mouth, unfurling towards my clit with determination.

Oh God... I snapped my eyes open and jumped off the couch, shoving my tablet aside.

Full-blown desire rushed through my body like a heatwave. My nipples tingled. My inner muscles clenched, wetting my panties. Need throbbed low in my belly with an ache and pressure, begging for release.

I could no longer focus on finishing the letter. God knew what inappropriate things I’d write if I tried...

But then again, maybe Walter wouldn’t mind the inappropriate? He used to ask me for sexy videos before. His latest letters had been filled with subtle longing that resonated with me even more deeply.

He missed me. Our sex life might’ve stagnated a little after ten years of being together. Maybe it was never that explosive to begin with, either. But being apart must’ve made him realize that what we had was worth preserving.

Maybe what I needed was to see his face again? It’d been a while since he sent me any pictures. Video calls weren’t possible between us, but sending videos was allowed.

I hadn’t sent him any, thinking he wouldn’t like seeing me with my growing pregnant belly. But the loving, reverent tone of his letters of late made me feel far more desirable.

Desire buzzed through me, heating my body. Making a sexy video for Walter would re-direct it toward the right person. Wouldn’t it?

All off-planet messages were scanned by the Liaison Committee’s AI system before being sent. My video wouldn’t contain anything illegal for it to be flagged. But even if it happened, I would mark it private. That way, a live representative would not review it without notifying me first. In which case, I would just tell them what it contained and delete it. No one would see it but Kear.

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