Page 8 of My Alien Sunshine

“Don’t worry,” I reply with a grin, covering the distance to the bed in three long strides. “I’m going to. I just want to marvel at your perfection first.”

Nala lies back, letting her knees fall out to either side, revealing everything to my gaze. “Marvel away,” she teases. “I’m perfection personified.”

Saliva floods my mouth at the sight of her pussy. The outside is a darker shade of brown than the rest of her skin. As she moves her legs further apart, the dark outer lips reveal pink inner lips. I can’t see her clit as it’s hidden between her soft, pink pussy lips, but I know it’s there, just waiting for me to tease it.

Tareq didn’t need much convincing to tell me about pleasing human females. Of course, he’s not an expert, having only bedded one himself, but Astra’s moaning echoes through the Supernova’s corridors every night and every day, so I was happy to listen to his advice.

Truth be told, humans aren’t that different from other species when it comes to pleasure. The only unusual thing about them is that their nipples are sensitive. I’ll make use of that in a minute, but first, I need to taste Nala’s lips again.

I cover her naked form with my body, carefully supporting my weight on my knees and arms as I kiss her. She responds with fervor, tugging my hair to bring me closer.

We kiss until we’re both breathless, then I move lower, nipping at her neck on my way to her breasts. They’re generously sized, more than enough to fill even my large hands. The dark brown nipples are rigid and Nala moans as I brush my lips over them.

The swirls of gold circle her breasts and I lick at one experimentally. “It’s sweet,” I note, surprised.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Like it?” Her body tenses under my tongue as I continue to lick at the paint and she lets out another moan.

It’s that moan that makes me stop. I prop myself on my elbows to watch her expression. She’s still smiling, but it’s not the easy, earnest smile from before. Now, she’s wearing her professional fake smile. She doesn’t like what I’m doing but won’t admit it because she doesn’t want to offend the customer. I’ll have to be careful to watch her body’s responses if I want to give her genuine pleasure.

“What is it?” she asks, giving me another sensual smile. Another fake one. I can feel her tension. “Do you want me to—”

“I want you to do one thing for me,” I interrupt. Nala perks up, ready for my request. I guess having instructions makes her feel more confident. Too bad that my instructions are going to derail her even further. “I want you to be honest with me. No more pretending.”

Chapter 6

Nala

I fight back a scowl. Damn him! How is this stupid mercenary so damned attentive? Most males are so focused on their own pleasure, they barely even notice me. They’re just interested in putting their cock inside me, one way or another.

Faelin is different. Somehow, he’s so attuned to me he noticed I was faking my excitement about him licking me. I have to fix this, fast. I need him to have an amazing time, so he’ll not only pay me, but will be distracted enough that I can steal his money.

I purposely avoid looking at the stash box he so carelessly placed atop the dresser. Shame washes over me, but I shake it off. I can’t afford to be weak. I have to do this. It’s not just about me. It’s about Ellen.

I focus on giving Faelin my bestest, brightest smile. “What do you mean? I’m not—”

“You are,” he interrupts me again. He doesn’t sound angry or disappointed, he’s just pointing out the obvious. “I understand why. But with me, you don’t have to pretend. I want your absolute honesty, my perfection.”

“No, you don’t,” I mutter, emotion threatening to show at the corners of my eyes. No one wants absolute honesty, especially not in my field of work.

Faelin gently cups my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Yes, I do.” His eyes hold understanding. “If I do something you don’t like, say it. If you don’t want to have sex with me, we won’t have sex. I’ll still pay you and I give you my word that I won’t get angry. I just want the real you, Nala, not the mask you hide behind.”

The real me? I’m not sure there’s any real me left. Aside from when I’m with Ellen, everything I do is pretense. I pretend not to be a slave. I pretend to have a great life. I pretend to enjoy having sex with strangers.

Dammit! This was supposed to be a simple job, not some fucking psychotherapy session.

I want to trust Faelin. I desperately want someone, anyone, to know the real me, to see me as a person instead of a piece of flesh. But I’m afraid. I’m already too vulnerable. Do I really want to open myself up for more pain and disappointment?

“I…I don’t…” What am I supposed to say? This is too far from the usual scenario. “I don’t know what to say,” I admit quietly, closing my eyes to avoid his scorching gaze.

His thumb caresses my cheek. “It’s alright,” he soothes. “I’ve got you, my perfection. Let me worship you in the way that you deserve.”

“O-okay…?” Who in their right mind would say no to that?

He beams as if he’s just won the sector lottery. “Thank you. Now, please, tell me which part of what I just did you didn’t like?”

God, he’s really going to make me say it out loud? I groan and consider calling the whole thing off, which is ridiculous. I can take an Ataxian fucking me in both my holes at the same time with their two cocks, but being honest with a nice guy is too much for me? My mind is really weird.

“Okay, you want honesty?” I ask, irritated by the emotions warring inside of me. “I hate being licked.”

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