Page 17 of My Alien Angel
“Hmm,” I manage to hum and not moan. “Perfect.”
His chuckle is soft. “Good.” He starts moving his hands rhythmically over my weary muscles and my mind turns to mush.
Chapter 14
Omni
Finmakeslittlesoundsof pleasure as I carefully rub the knots out of her muscles and it’s killing me. My cock is straining against my jumpsuit so hard that it might just burst through. I crave nothing more than to roll my little human over and knead her supple breasts before venturing lower. However, I promised her a massage only, nothing more, so I don’t even attempt anything untoward. Fin has had a terrible day and doesn’t need a stupid alien groping her to make it even worse. Especially since she doesn’t believe in aliens. How fucking ironic.
Perhaps it’s for the best. I was wondering how she keeps believing my wings are fake even though she must have seen the spot where they literally grow out of my back, but if she wholeheartedly doesn’t believe aliens are real, then her mind must be coming up with creative explanations to anything strange she notices about me. It gives me time to figure out my next move, although it worries me because, if she’s so anti-alien, what would her reaction be if I told her I really am from another planet?
I shouldn’t tell her. Not just because of her inevitable freakout and likelihood of reporting me, but also because it further breaks the Non-Interference Directive and I certainly don’t want her to get onto the UGC’s radar. The UGC’s agenda is genuinely coming from a good place but sometimes they take their rules and regulations a little too seriously. Like, when they made me and my crew outlaws because we decided to go against their orders in order to save two dozen innocent lives. What should have been considered a heroic act made us all into criminals in the eyes of a bunch of over-zealous bureaucrats. Not that we mind too much, we can take care of ourselves, but it still stings. I bet my mother was incredibly smug when she saw the warrant out with my name on it. I can almost hear her taunting, “I told you so” from across the thousands of light years separating us.
I shouldn’t tell Fin who I am, but I’m starting to think I might not have any other choice. The need to find Garresh and stop him from leaving Earth is getting more pressing by the hour and I have made exactly zero headway in finding his ship. Well, that’s not true. I’ve learned to say “spaceship” and “kidnapped by aliens”, so there’s that. However, I’m still far from being able to describe the particular radiation Eclipse Raider’s engines give off and if it’s at all possible, I’m even further away from finding a way to detect it. The satellites Fin mentioned might be helpful in that, but I have no clue if any of them are publicly available totap into, nor do I know how I would go about recalibrating one to search for the specific radiation signature.
So, yeah. I’m fucked.
Fin moans as my fingers dig into a tight knot at the crook of her neck, her back arching in such a way that her ass rubs against my straining cock where I’m straddling her. It’s all I can do not to moan myself. I’m sure she knows I’m hard but it doesn’t seem to be bothering her, probably because I promised there would be no funny business. But damn! This girl is so tense and stressed out, and an orgasm would surely relax her. Perhaps I could convince her that touching her pussy is another form of “massage”? It wouldn’t even be that far-fetched.
No.
I’ll be leaving soon. I might even have to leave without explanation, without saying goodbye. It wouldn’t be fair to her if we have sex, then I just up and ghost her later. I also can’t show her my cock without telling her I’m an alien. It’s mostly similar to a human cock, but the differences are noticeable. Grinning, I wonder how her brain would try to explain that away. Perhaps she’d think I got injured in a fight and had to have cock-reconstructive surgery and they just added some extra bits? Winds! I really shouldn’t be laughing at that thought.
I shouldn’t be making fun of Fin, not after everything she’s done for me, but I can’t help but be amused by how she purposefully ignores the truth. I didn’t even lie to her about anything. Sure, I didn’t mention being an alien, but that was because I didn’t know how to say it, and if she had asked, I would have found a way to explain it. Yet, she didn’t ask, so she continues to think I’m mentally challenged.
Snorting quietly in an attempt to cover my laugh, my hands move lower down Fin’s back. I think a lot of my crew mates would agree with her, Lyriana especially. I hope she got out of that undercover operation okay. I was supposed to pick her upbut when I saw Garresh leaving, I programmed the shuttle’s autopilot to fly to the pickup point and snuck aboard Garresh’s ship instead. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision that really came back to bite me in the ass because now I’m all alone on a primitive planet with no way of contacting anyone or getting back to them. Unless I count Garresh’s ship, which might be my only hope of getting off this planet without immediately ending up in prison. The UGC would happily pick me up if I contacted them, which I could probably manage even using Earth’s primitive technology, but… Yeah. I’d still like to avoid spending the rest of my life in a penal mining colony.
Really, my only option seems to be to take out Garresh’s crew and steal his ship. Single-handedly, without any weapons. Ideally, before the human authorities discover the ship. Modern spaceships might be invisible to primitive Earth satellites, using the same protections that hide them from the more sophisticated UGC blockade, but they aren’t actually invisible, so someone might have actually seen the ship land or could stumble upon it by accident.
The human military would probably wet their pants with joy at having a bunch of aliens to experiment on, not to mention getting their hands on a mostly functional spaceship. Then the UGC would get involved and it would quickly turn into a shit-show, and when looking for someone to blame, who would they pick? Surelynotthe ex-UGC “criminal” who’s currently wanted for actively violating the Non-Interference Directive in another sector? The one who ended up in the middle of this fiasco, yet again, “by accident”. Yep. I really need to do something before things escalate.
Since there’s nothing I can do to fix the problem right this minute, I’m content to just make Fin feel better while I learn new words from a man that has clearly been kidnapped by Genixarians at some time in the past. The UGC must haverescued him and erased his memory before returning him to Earth, as they do with all beings repatriated to primitive planets, but interestingly, the memory wipe didn’t seem to completely work on this man. And many others, if the other “witnesses” are to be trusted.
Fin’s snort makes me pause the massage. I wait for her to say something, perhaps comment on something from the documentary she considers stupid, but when she remains silent, I carefully brush a lock of hair from her face to discover her eyes are closed. She fell asleep and wasn’t snorting, but rather snoring. How cute.
As much as I’d love to keep her in my bed, I don’t trust myself not to touch her. Reaching down to scoop her into my arms, Fin’s face scrunches up into a cute little scowl. “No looking,” she grumbles with her eyes still closed, mostly asleep. She’s so out of it I doubt she’d know if I took a peek but it doesn’t feel right, so with my own eyes closed, I wrap her in one of the blankets she gave me. I wasn’t really using it, anyway. This geographical sector of Earth is warm enough to sleep with just a wing thrown over me.
Wrapped in a blanket like a delicious seka roll, my second favorite pastry after warpberry fritters, I carry Fin to her bedroom. She rouses a little as I walk, her brows pinched in another adorable frown. “Can walk. Too heavy.”
I snort. My survival kit is heavier than this tiny human and I’ve trekked with it for days, both during training and on missions. I have no issue carrying my female from one room to another.Thefemale, I mean. Notmyfemale. She’s just a random female I really want to sink my cock into. Which is nothing new since I feel that way about a lot of females and a lot of males as well, but if I’m honest with myself, I also want to just hold Fin. To rub her feet and watch television with her. I have the definite urge to simply exist in the same space as her. That’s definitely new.I wonder if this is how my crew mates felt when finding their mates. It’s…powerful.
Unfortunately, even if Fin agreed to a relationship with me that extends beyond a few sexual encounters, it’s not possible. She can’t leave Earth. She has a life here. A job, friends, family. Not to mention, if I took her off planet, then I’d officially be kidnapping a being from a planet under the Non-Interference Directive. While my other criminal charges could be dismissed as a misunderstanding, kidnapping is something that would never be forgotten…or forgiven. I’d lose all hope of ever returning to active service. Not that I have any hope of it now, but still.
Fin needs to stay here on Earth. Besides, I’m an alien and she hates even the idea of aliens existing. This entire train of thought is pointless and I should focus my mental capacity on finding Garresh.
Still, seeing Fin smile in her sleep, her head resting on my shoulder as I carry her to her bed, I wish things could be different.
Chapter 15
Fin
Idon’trememberfallingasleep. I don’t remember going to bed, either.
I do remember being warm and cozy, surrounded by the most amazing smell ever. My chocolate-scented body wash combined with something spicy, something innately masculine. There’s a vague memory of being picked up and carried and…being kissed on the forehead and told I was perfect? That part’s a little hazy, so it was probably a dream, but the carrying part must be real because how else did I get into my own bed? Omni must have carried me, which is…wow. He’s a big guy with lots of musclesbut still, I’m not the lightest girl on the block. I hope he didn’t throw his back out.
My phone chimes from my night stand as the morning alarm sounds. I don’t remember bringing it in here, either. I definitely didn’t put a glass of water on the bedside table next to it. Damn. Omni’s getting more perfect by the minute. How am I supposed to not be attracted to him when he’s this attentive? And the massage? Oh. My. God. I could have had an orgasm just from his hands on my back. What would it feel like if he actually touched my tits or pussy?
No. Bad Infinity.
