Page 36 of Her Alien Savior
“And if I asked other species here whether they got trips outside the facility, what would they say?” He stared at me like I had grown scales like a trill, or perhaps another head. “Have you not asked yourself any questions about your stay here?”
This is why humans needed necia warriors’ protection. They could not defend themselves, no matter how creative they were in their survival thus far.
He nodded as his brain tried to function and then simply said, “I see where you’re going with this, I do, but I’m not dumb. I already told you they pick people for this that they know will chose to stay. Perhaps they were wrong about you, and you’ll be on a ship back to your planet in no time, or perhaps I’m wrong about them and when I never see you again it’s because they murder you for not cooperating. What I do know is I have no desire to leave, and if you give it a chance, maybe you’ll feel the same way.”
“You do not care that some of these species are most likely here against their will?”
“Did you care about it before you were brought here?” He smartly retorted and I never felt more ashamed of myself.
He was not wrong. Even now I care more about making sure Riley gets out of this than anything else. What would they say to her to convince her she needed to stay? Had I once thought about what happened to the other humans who were planning on coming here when they woke from stasis? Whatever plan they had, they won’t have remembered talking to me about it.
“Did you happen to see another human female named Ashley?”
He shook his head. “No, but you can call me Granete. I’m not the only greeter in this facility, so I can ask around for you.” With a sly smile he patted me on my arm. “It’s usually the love of a woman that keeps us grounded. I can understand that. Don’t worry, if they know she means something to you, she is definitely still here, unless she doesn’t care for you and decided to go back to Earth.”
My muscles seized up, a growl ripping from my throat at the thought of Riley already on a ship back to Earth. “Ashley is not my mate. And if she were, I would tear this facility to the ground before I let them separate me from her. Let them try,” I threatened.
“Whoah, man. Your species must be the territorial type then, huh?” He tripped on his own legs, falling to his ass as he scrambled through the dirt. I glanced at my arms to see I had released my epul in warning. It was unlike me to lose my temper or threaten a species such as a human. I breathed in deep to calm myself. The elder root is having less effect on me since finding my Pulsunne.
“My mate is here with me,” I explained to him, without fully telling him why necia warriors were prone to lose our tempers before we are fully claimed. Part of me viewed him as a threat to claiming my mate, he was of her species, and likely not to be the only time either of us came in contact with him. I did not wish to inform him that she has not accepted me.
“I think I pissed myself,” he said with a laugh that did not feel like a humorous thing to be excited about. I was about to apologize to him for causing this distress before he continued, “You know,” No, I didn’t know, but I allowed him his say, “your mate is a lucky one to have you protecting her. Maybe if I wasn’t human, I’d have better luck with mating myself.”
It pleased me that I could hear longing in his voice, because it meant there was someone he had in mind to be his mate, and as Riley only just woke it could not be her he was pining for.
“No mate would accept such talk in my tribe,” I tried to give him the advice I knew my elders would give if I had said such a thing. He stared at me with a smile on his face, and I offered him my hand. The closer I got I confirmed he did in fact piss himself, if only a little. “For one, warriors choose mates that can protect themselves, it is a privilege to be trusted to help them in any way we are capable. And as for being human, I have seen a human outsmart warriors stronger than them. Your body may be weak, and you may only have one heart, but I’m sure there is something about you that would attract a non-human mate.”
I specified non-human, because I did not wish for him to have any ideas of luring my mate from choosing me. Humans obviously had different values that they sought out for suitable mates, and it was clear to me being a strong warrior wasn’t one of those qualities, nor was title and honor. All my life I had worked towards earning honor among my tribe, respect, and title. When Riley allowed for me to taste her in bathing, she did not shy from me when I was without title, honor, or strength. General Nen-Le avoided touching me during the ritual, her eyes narrowed in disgust that Riley even gazed upon a warrior shunned as I was. It was easy to ignore when all I could think of was the happiness of my mate, and the delightful way she cooed with my tongue on her cunt.
The human cleared his throat, removing his hand from mine awkwardly. “Thanks and all, but I’m not into sharing mates and all, plus alien dicks just aren’t my thing.”
I lifted a brow and didn’t have to glance down to know I had hardened at the thought of my mate sprawled before me. “I have no interest in alien dicks myself,” I said glancing down his own pants dismissively. “I was thinking of what I wish to do with my mate when she returns,” I explained.
He laughed and made like he was going to pat my arm again, but stopped realizing my epul were still extended. “I get that way when I think of,” he stopped himself from saying her name, looking instead to the sky, “They monitor everything in the facility.”
“You were fine talking about whether they may murder me upon deciding to leave, but not of whom you wish to make your mate?”
He coughed and motioned his head for me to follow him. “I mean, I might get a talking to about suggesting you may be murdered,” he whispered. “But, it’s probably nothing they haven’t heard before. It’s natural for any species to feel trapped under observation.” He looked both ways and covered his mouth as water from an outdoor shower poured over him. I questioned this human’s sanity but then he spoke, “I think they mostly use cameras for the places with water, using programs to read lips. I still won’t risk saying her name,” he mumbled between his fingers. “She works here, and I think they’d reassign me where I couldn’t see her again if they knew.”
“I understand. We will speak of it no further.” I wouldn’t make the human upset by telling him if our observers were concerned about his interest in someone who worked here, they would have already reassigned him regardless of if they knew who she was. But it was easy enough for them to hack into my implant, they could probably hear everything we said. I tried to at least explain this to him, “You can remove yourself from the water. I assure you that they can indeed hear you even here, regardless of your hand placement. Whatever gave you the idea that they might not, was probably to observe what your reaction would be and how you would utilize this information. Unless you have a scrambler to block signals, there is no reason to think they do not have every section covered.”
He shivered. “Everywhere? Even when we crap? Even when I…” he stopped himself, flushing with color, and I could imagine what he was thinking about. It was especially likely they observed all nature of the species here, including when he pleasured himself with thoughts of his mate. “You don’t seem weirded out by that at all.”
“It is natural to defecate, is it not? There is no dishonor in relieving ones self. Nor in the act of regulating your mating juices.”
“I guess not, it’s just I kind of hoped she wouldn’t be able to see all that. It’s not exactly attractive. Got to keep some kind of mystery alive.”
“If she is a scientist then she will not enjoy mystery, but that of uncovering mysteries. There is comfort in knowing for some. For my tribe, we celebrate all parts of life and do not have shame for our natures. We shit in the ground where it can sustain the land, rotating our outhouse as we rotate our crops. We show our tribe and any who would dare think they could do better in regulating our bodies that our mates are satisfied, and we dual our brothers to keep their strength so that they may be ready and honor them by showing we care that they live long on our planet. Your mate will find comfort in knowing your body is healthy, and that you are not afraid of your own shit.”
“I haven’t thought of it that way. I guess there are a lot of humans ashamed of their own shit.”
“Are you one of them?” I smiled at him and offered my hand.
“I like you,” he stopped, seeking out a name to call me. And it was only right to give him one for his honesty. As our hands came together, I honored him with my name.
“Vox Direl, that is what you may call me, Granete of Earth.”
“Normally, species add their planet and titles from their tribes,” he pressed, and I feared the same shame he felt for his shit, I felt for my loss of title.
