Page 13 of Her Alien Savior
“That choice doesn’t have to be me, though. But it doesn’t not, have to be?” I ran my hands through my hair, unsure what the hell I was doing, and he was so out of it with glossy amber eyes that he probably didn’t understand anything I was saying anyways. Fuck, okay, I was going to do this... I grabbed a glove from the counter, where I saw Shen-La get hers, and turned my back to the big alien brute for a semblance of privacy, before I shoved my hand down my own pants. This was insane, but part of me knew that if he didn’t have another female’s scent then it was likely, just with logical deduction, that he wouldn’t have much of a choice, but to go to her, if his body was on autopilot.
I found when my gloved fingers slipped between my folds, that I was already slick down there, so I didn’t need any lube to get this started. This was why I was even doing this, I found the possibly wrongly accused criminal alien to be irritatingly attractive. I didn’t care that he’d probably just fuck me and be done with it. Eyes closed I could see him in my mind. Yes, he was right behind me, I could just turn around, but it was already awkward enough that I was even doing this. Those amber eyes were black with his rut, and it didn’t scare me that the next time I saw him he’d take what he needed from me. I wanted it. I wanted him. It was nice having my mind empty with nothing but sensations of him touching me.
I tapped at my entrance then stroked up, around my clit, and then back down. Teasing my nerves that were tender and swollen from simply being in his arms, and thinking about that large, hard cock that strained against his pants entering inside of me. My finger dipped into my pussy in time with my imagined sex with him, and from behind, I could hear him moan, making me gasp with a surge of pleasure I hadn’t expected from masturbating myself.
Biting my lip, I forced myself to stop. My labia was pulsing with need, and I wanted to bring myself to orgasm, but this wasn’t the time. I slipped my fingers out, and I flushed when I turned around to see those amber eyes were as black as I imagined them, and the tent of his pants eager for a rut I hoped he’d give me later. So, I strode up to him, and snapped the glove off my hand. With a wink, I tucked the soiled glove, now inside out, to contain my own offering, into his pant pocket.
“Just in case, you want a different option,” I told him. At least this way he had a choice. My hand retracted just in time for Shen-La to return. That was fast, I thought, and was thankful I had decided against spending a bit more time to finish myself.
“I’ve been instructed to show you to the human stasis pods until we arrive at Trillume,” she spoke to me before her eyes wandered to the bulge in Direl’s pants, obviously still hard despite her absence. “And Direl, you’ll be free to resume your duties to this ship, and King Sylve, as long as you are aware that your actions have consequences. He said you’d understand his meaning, though he also informed me that you’re not to be allowed to rut without agreeing to be civil, or I’m to give you more elder root.”
Direl grunted, which I supposed was the best he could do in agreement, given his circumstances. Did that mean he wasn’t considered a criminal anymore? We were pretty much in the same ship, metaphorically speaking as well as literally. I was nothing better than a servant to this king, with his blackmail and tracker bots.
I found it difficult to make the first step to walk away from the injured warrior, and then I asked, “Do I have to leave him?”
“It’s a month journey in Earth time, even with warp drives, to reach Trillume. It’s best you rest through it, if for no other reason than to conserve ship resources.”
Resources, right. It wasn’t like the water, and food came from thin air. The synthesizers were like magic, but something didn’t come from nothing, unless you counted the big bang. I nodded, and was led outside, where Shen-La handed me off to another warrior outside the med bay to escort me to the stasis pods.
My escort sniffed the air around me with a grunt, and uncomfortably glanced both ways down the hall before speaking, “All the males of your species are already in stasis,” he cleared his throat to continue, “Did you want me to wake one of them to bathe you before you rest?”
I blinked up at the warrior in confusion. Why would I need someone else to assist with bathing me? Plus, didn’t the stasis pods keep the occupants sterilized? Lifting a brow at him, I simply stared, waiting for him to add more to his question that would make more sense.
He seemed fidgety about whatever he was saying, which put me on edge, but he said nothing further.
I prompted, “What do you mean?”
His eyes widened, and then he nodded. “Sorry, it’s just for necia female warriors, regular baths help regulate their bodies. Are humans not the same? Stasis pods are not equipped to handle regulating human chemicals, they simply provide nutrients. Your scent suggests that you seek a bath, and I’m unsure if necia saliva will help humans or not. I can go back and ask the medic...”
“No!” I said a little louder than I intended. I didn’t want to go back and ask Shen-La anything, especially after realizing that bath was sounding more, and more like using saliva to clean me...
“It should not be ignored,” he admonished. “I will wake a human for you, or I can find a warrior willing to attempt to relieve a human in need of a bath. It is my duty to protect your species, but it is frowned upon to engage in such practices with humans.”
“What practices are those?” I jutted my hip out and glared at him.
He once more made sure no one was in sight and bent down on a knee. His head was bowed, and then he glanced up as if asking for contrition for upsetting me. “Female human, please forgive me for delaying acceptance of your offering. I will do my best to assist you. I was trying to be respectful of my duty to protect you, and realize now, that this is also how I can help to protect your health. I hope my saliva may help regulate your body.”
He took my hand in his, and before I could pull it back, his tongue licked up my finger and sucked on it. I squeaked and yanked my finger away. What kind of weird alien custom was this? The large warrior still stayed on his knees before me, but with a strange look on his face. His brows lifted in thought, and he tried once more to approach. I took a step back, and he chuffed in frustration.
“What are you doing?” I finally shouted.
Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head. “Human, if you don’t stay still, I cannot bathe you properly.”
“I don’t need you to lick my body,” I tried to explain.
“I usually like to worship the rest of the skin before completing a bath, but if you insist on brevity,” he said, with a shrug trailing off, he reached for my pants. I slapped at him, and he roared to a stand, making me flinch.
“I will wake a human for you, I do not bathe females that resist. Some enjoy making a male work for it, and I am not in rut. I will not play the game, especially without the victory of the tribe to witness.” It felt like he was reprimanding me once more, and then it clicked. He was speaking of rutting and bathing in the same scenario, were they related? Had I somehow offered to rut with yet another alien? For fuck’s sake, I internally bemoaned. I had to correct this.
“I’ve already offered to rut with another warrior,” I tried to explain.
He chuffed and nodded. “Do you need me to retrieve this warrior? I’m concerned for the safety of your species being placed in stasis without having your own chemical balance addressed.”
I almost laughed at the seriousness my escort had about making sure I came before going down for my space nap. My lips puckered up to resist the urge.
“As uncomfortable as it will be to wait for a proper rut, I’ll survive until we reach Trillume,” I told him as seriously as I could, but my lips quirked up at the sides, despite my best efforts. I had no idea how serious fucking was for the balance of the necia warrior’s health. Based on how serious this one took things; I was going to bank on it being a lot more detrimental to them than a human getting blue balls. He was even willing to help me out with things, even though he seemed reluctant to mingle with a human in that manner. I wondered if there was some kind of stigma associated with a necia being with a human?
He seemed relieved knowing I’d be fine without his saliva, and I joined the stasis tubs lined up in tight rows in a secured section of the ship. I passed by many frosty looking windows with sleeping humans, a few I recognized as the ones I had sat next to before being incarcerated earlier. Ashley, Bryce, and even the body builder dude, Chester. I was glad to see that they were safe, so to speak, there was nothing inherently wrong with being in a stasis pod. We all expected as much for the travel to our exchange planet, it helped make the “year” placement feel more like a year, because travel was not included in the agreements we signed. It was strictly one human year once I arrived with the alien host.
