Page 40 of Her Alien Savior
And with that happy note, I returned to my quarters. The door whirred open before I remembered that my entry would trigger Direl’s implant to dispense whatever elder root extract was in the device. The sound of water running caught my attention, and I panicked thinking I may have forced him to pass out while showering, and he could be drowning face first with a gash on his head from a precarious corner in a bathroom. I had an active imagination for horrible scenarios, and a habit of rushing into things on instinct.
Everything faded from my vision, narrowing on the sole purpose of getting to the bathroom, and bursting into the room as the door slid open for me. Leaving me standing there with my mouth open and eyes wide at a very naked, and very awake Direl’s firm ass.
“I wasn’t sure when you would be returning, Pulsunne, but I took the chance that if I stayed in a different room I’d be awake this time. Though elder root is perfectly safe, it is a restless kind of sleep.”
I stammered, “I— I thought you might have passed out in the shower.” My head snapped away when he made to turn.
“It was a possibility. It pleases me that you made an effort to see to my wellbeing. For a third time.”
“A third time?” Was he counting?
“Yes, the first time was when we were tied up in holding and you yelled at me to remain still—“
“I didn’t exactly yell...” I mumbled, keeping my eyes averted to the wall.
“You did,” he held firm, and I believed I detected a bit of mischief in his tone that I hadn’t expected from his normal, to-the-point, and controlled demeanor. “As I recall you said, ‘Don’t move’ and then slipped into the tongue of my tribe to scold me about knowing better.” His voice got closer, and a deep husky tenor took over as his hot breath touched the back of my neck. “In my tribe, Pulsunne, walking in on the privacy of the lav sanitation is an invitation to prove my worth as a mate.” He rubbed the back of his knuckles down the skin of my neck making me shiver as he repeated my very words back to me, “Don’t move, you should know better.”
My breath hitched as his tongue heated along my ear and I bit my lip to stop myself from whimpering in need. In a few words, he turned my anxiety into something I wasn’t prepared to accept. I knew Princess Klemon wanted me to prove that her cure worked, but I also knew he had no reason to stay here. He could leave, and so could I. Manipulating him wasn’t how I wanted this moment to happen. I wanted him to have a choice. A choice to choose me, not for me to be chosen for him. That’s what this was. An arranged mating because we were compatible.
Nothing more.
Clearing my throat to muster some backbone to give him that choice, I cooled off the mood by saying, “A shuttle leaves tomorrow.” It didn’t matter how attractive I found him. One thing all these aliens got wrong about humans was that there was more than biology to choosing someone to mate with. I wanted more for him, and for myself.
“Then they’ve agreed to let you leave?” He didn’t move, and I couldn’t stop myself from turning my head to face him. My eyes did wander, and I closed them with my lips sealed tight to control myself. He didn’t even cover himself with a towel.
My god, he was terrifying in the most tantalizing way. His cock was curved at attention with what appeared to be nodules along his shaft, and his head looked like it was merely a sheath for an actual bone, like his epul. My pussy clenched even thinking about him plunging that weapon into me.
He allowed me time to process. The only indicator that he knew exactly what I needed that time for was the way his nostrils sucked in the air with a labored and staccato rhythm that belied his strained control. My fists clenched at my sides, and the tightness in my chest spasmed. It was like he had me under his spell, and it reminded me of the ship when he was injured all over again, but this time he was unharmed, and there was no one else to distract us. Would he taste me again only to control himself before he became as vulnerable as I was with his tongue between my legs? I fumed internally, thinking how I allowed him so much of me without him giving anything of himself back. Not even so much as a touch.
I finally answered him about leaving, with a fire in my throat, “If I wanted to.” I was talking about more than leaving this facility.
“But you will not,” he surmised quickly that I had no intention of leaving with him on the shuttle tomorrow. We couldn’t, without his mark I’d be forced to return to Earth instead of staying on Trillume.
“They will find someone else, and what’s so different about this zoo than any other job on Earth?”
“Do they watch you, and listen to every word you say on Earth?” He asked playfully tracing a finger down my neck.
I opened my eyes and stared into those amber orbs. “Yes, they do. They just aren’t as transparent about it.”
“Is that a human trait?” He asked with a devious smile, a smaller epul bone sliding out of his finger pricked behind my ear but didn’t hurt. “Necia share many things with our tribe, but unless my honor is being challenged, I share only what I wish to and nothing more. I’ve disabled your implant. Your words are yours to share as you please,” he was speaking in Cial, and I was surprised I didn’t have any trouble understanding what he was saying. I knew the language, but I had no doubts about the words coming from those lips of his.
“They can’t hear us?” I whispered, ignoring his comment relating me to being non-transparent as a human trait. Were humans liars? Not every human, just like not every alien was honest.
“Only if you wish. I can turn on,” he said. He certainly could turn on, but then I realized he’d been speaking Cial the whole time, but my translator was including an English interpretation since I had it updated with Tomquin’s help.
With it turned off, I relied solely on my ability to remember the language myself, and though his voice was smooth, the words and how I heard them in my mind were different, choppy in my rudimentary understanding. I was much better at speaking it than understanding the rough consonants and the hissing pauses that they purposefully added against their teeth that actually signalled different interpretations of the same sounds. The way it was explained to me was gathering saliva at the tip of my tongue and pressing it to the top of my teeth in a sweeping motion and pushing the spit through my two front teeth to create a similar sound in short bursts that is like a hiss and bullets of air.
I can control how many thumps of air I push through with how far down I push my tongue along my teeth. The p’s in their language are more pushing air through vibrating lips without actually using the vocal chords. That’s why they call language tongue of their tribe, it was very much more like animal sounds than I had ever expected of a language. Though, we had languages like that on Earth too.
“You understand English?” He must have turned his own implant off as well.
“English not what doing you,” I interpreted, and I found before he told me he turned off my translator I had an easier time understanding him. Retraining my mind to think more quickly about what people were saying was going to take some work for it to sound more normal to me. Wait what? Was he saying I’ve been speaking in Cial this whole time?
“Riley,” now that was a word I couldn’t mistake from him, my name, “Speaking tongue tribe Cial every time. Voice music more, pf-sssk-neh.” His voice made my ears burn in a way that was embarrassing, and my skin prickled. My blood pumped down between my legs and I kept my eyes lifted to meet his, unwilling to be tempted by the offering within my grasp. He was very much still naked, and all I had to do was lower my gaze. “What holds here you?”
Speaking in a different language somehow allowed me to be more honest even with myself. “If I leave, there is no coming back. Turning down an exchange from Trillume after I already accepted would terminate my eligibility to leave Earth.” I’d never see him again.
“Wish to return?” He chuffed, and sniffed my hair next to my temple and I stopped breathing. I giggled, because my slow brain was making him seem more caveman-like in my mind, but my ears only heard the normal sounds that were sharp and clear in their intentions. He was asking if I wanted to come back to Trillume, if I went to Earth?
