Page 34 of Dealing With Drak

Once he rinses off and starts to get out, I whip my head away from him, finally snapping out of whatever haze he just caught me in.

I keep myself busy while he takes his pants into the water, cleaning them thoroughly under the spray of the waterfall with his remaining soap.

By the time he’s done, he’s still obviously wet, but the sun will dry him off. He finds me picking some berries, wearing his soaked jeans and no shirt.

“Ready to move on?” I ask, avoiding his eyes as he approaches me from behind.

When I feel him getting closer, I bite the inside of my cheek. He stops just before walking into my back, lowering his head to my level.

Drak’s lips graze the shell of my ear. “Did you watch me while I bathed because you think I am beautiful too, Mean One?”

I shudder, refusing to answer.

I don’t trust myself to lie to him anymore.

13

Drak

An-nana looked at my cock and did not cower at the sight of it. This is the greatest hour of my life. She was not simply exploring my unfamiliar form with curious eyes, she looked enticed by it. By me.

Perhaps there is hope that An-nana wishes to be more than my friend.

She has been doing that thing that she does often since I asked her if she finds me beautiful—avoiding looking at me. I take this to mean that she does find me nice to look at, but she is simply shy about it. This is okay, I like all versions of An-nana. Her shyness included. It shows me a part of her that she does not let others see.

Perhaps I will find that creature again and plead with him to make An-nana messy so that I may return the favor and gaze at her while she cleans herself in the water. Bah, it is a silly thought. I would not like anything taking away her smell, even if it were momentarily. An-nana smells like the best things.

Like fresh air, sunshine, and anger. I do not know many Urth smells, so I can not describe it further. I just know that if I could turn it into a liquid, I would drink her scent by the barrel full. Perhaps her arousal will smell like her, I could drink that if she would allow me. Would she allow me?

The hu-nim Meg-ham is very sexual and does not shy away from showing it. An-nana is not the same, but she does not seem put off when her friend speaks of chosen mating. It reminds me that if she proposed such a thing, I would not be able to deny her. Chosen mating is difficult because there is no certainty in it, but I am certain that I could not deny such a request from An-nana.

I cannot deny her anything.

Well, perhaps if she demanded I never see her again, I would deny her that.

My soul seed is as dull and silent as ever, but my mind remains busy. Full of precious thoughts about my mean hu-nim and how content being near her makes me feel. On long excursions in the past, I have missed my home in Aprix. But I am far from longing for my planet.

I will only return when An-nana is ready, and for her to be ready, I must help her find her family. Family is important to her, and this I admire. It is beautiful to care for those you are connected to. Just as Terum cares for me, and I him. Though, it will be more difficult to focus now that I am even more consumed by An-nana and her lovely wandering eyes. But I am a strong male, and I will act as such.

For as long as I can…

“I’m going to eat,” she tells me, dropping onto a smooth tree stump.

We’re a bit farther from the waterfall now, and it is about the time of day that An-nana usually pauses to fuel herself. She does this three times a day, much more than an Axprixian, but she consumes much less per meal.

She pulls a small can from her bag and the little metal contraption she uses to open it, wasting no time to unlock her food.

“Are you hungry?”

“Not today,” I tell her.

I am hungry, but not for food. There is only one taste I wish to have on my tongue right now, and it only exists between her thighs.

“Well,” she huffs. “Are you just going to sit here and watch me?”

I chuckle quietly to myself. An-nana does not like to be observed when she takes her meals. It is like she is truly a hunting creature because many animals are territorial of their food. Only An-nana does not think I will steal her meal, she just does not like feeling watched. It unnerves her.

“I will comb through the fields for more creatures,” I tell her excitedly.

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