Page 19 of My Alien Angel
Earth porn is similar to what anyone would find on GalNet. I’ve extensively studied both, so I’m confident in this claim. There are variations in the numbers of participants along with mixed genders joining together in mutually pleasurable activities. The only thing different about human porn is that it’s restricted to Earth species with a few digitally generated “aliens”, some of which bear a striking resemblance to actual alien species out in the galaxy. For the most part, however, there are no tails or wings or other fun appendages. Unsurprisingly, all human penises look the same shape, though they seem to vary in size. None have ridges like mine.
Yeah, Fin would definitely notice something is different if we had sex. Which I’ve been desperately craving all week and, unless I’m mistaken, so has Fin. I might not be able to smell her arousal due to poor olfactory senses, but I do have better eyesight and hearing than the average human and I definitely haven’t missed the way her cheeks always flush whenever we’re in close proximity, let alone if I touch her. Sometimes in the mornings, I hear ragged breathing from her room. Shemight be having a nightmare, but the way she emerges flushed afterwards, avoiding my eyes in clear embarrassment, gives me a pretty good indication of what she’s been up to. Not that I am any better.
The rest of my findings, the ones that didn’t involve sex, are less than promising. None of the satellites orbiting the planet, and there are thousands of them, are accessible to the public. Yes, people can access some of the services they provide, like the Internet, television or navigation, and see the results of their scanning, like weather patterns, maps or deep space images, but there is no way for an individual that doesn’t possess substantial wealth or hacking skills to actively reprogram a satellite. D’Aakh might have been able to bypass their security measures, but I have no idea where to even start. Even on a so-called primitive planet, programming is totally out of my scope.
I went through various news outlets to see if anyone had reported an alien spaceship landing in the mountains, but there’s been no mention of it so far. Either no one has noticed the ship yet or someone is suppressing the news. Whether that someone is the UGC or an Earth authority is irrelevant as both would mean I’m screwed. There has also been no mention of mass disappearances of young, attractive people, so Garresh likely hasn’t fixed the ship yet. He will leave the human gathering until after he’s certain he can promptly leave the planet.
I hate to admit it, but I’m stumped. Other than attempting to contact the UGC, I don’t see how I’m going to find Garresh before he fixes the ship and leaves with his new slaves.
Fin’s arrival interrupts my grim thoughts. She’s earlier than usual. I hope that’s a good sign and not that she’s lost her job. Considering everything she’s told me about her boss and his attitude toward his employees, perhaps losing her job wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen. However, since I’m just amouth to feed here and cannot contribute to any expenses, I’ll keep my opinions to myself. “Welcome home, Infinity,” I greet cheerfully, emphasizing her name. She claims to hate it because it’s unusual and her human peers made fun of her for it during her formative years, but she seems to like when I say Infinity, so I keep using it.
“Hello, Ka’Omnireth,” she chirps back at me.
She often retaliates by using my full name in return. To my surprise, I don’t hate it either, even if it reminds me of what I left behind. “How did go work?”
“Ugh,” Fin grunts, kicking off her shoes. She sets the bag she’s carrying down on the floor and shuffles over to my bed, falling face first onto it. “TGIF.”
My nodes don’t offer any meaningful translation, so I assume it must be some colloquial expression that hasn’t been updated in the database yet. I’m finding human language to be trickier than I first expected.
Tilting her head to peek at me with one eye, Fin chuckles. “It means thank god it’s Friday.”
“Okay.” I still don’t quite follow her meaning but don’t want to bother her with silly questions. Instead, I pick up the bag she dropped and bring it into the kitchen. A glance inside one of the boxes reveals the infuriating noodles we had a few days ago, this time in a white-ish sauce instead of a red one. Spaghetti. I loved the taste but they were annoyingly difficult to pick up. There are other shapes of the same food type that are much easier to consume.
Still sprawled on the couch, Fin giggles. “Got an extra serving of your favorite pasta.”
“Thank you,” I reply primly, determined not to be defeated by some stupid noodles. “Why Friday important?” I’ve heard the name mentioned several times and know it’s a name for one of the days, but was too busy to research its significance.
“You know, sometimes I wonder if you really did come from outer space,” she grumbles. Smothering my chuckle I think, If only she knew. “Friday is the last workday of the week. Tomorrow and the day after, I don’t have to go to work.”
“Ah. Very good. TGIF.” I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m excited to spend more time with her.
“That’s right. You know…” she starts, propping herself up on her elbows. She looks hesitantly at me. “My friends usually come over on Saturday afternoon and we spend some time together. Would that be okay?”
Fin’s friends mean a lot to her. Even a blind person could see that. “Yes, of course. You want I leave?”
“No! I just thought that you don’t want anyone to see you, since you didn’t want me to take a photo of you. Which is okay, by the way. I absolutely respect that about you.”
I didn’t want my photo taken in case the UGC monitors Earth communications and could find me with it, but that’s impossible to explain without revealing everything about me. “Is okay. I am happy meet your friends. Must thank Caleb to clothes.” Fingering the neckline of my new shirt, I recall the day Fin came home from work carrying a bunch of clothes for me. There were pants that actually fit instead of her too short, too tight leggings, and shirts with actual wing slits. I stared in confusion for the longest time, unable to comprehend why there would be Quintran-styled clothing available here on Earth. Then Fin explained how her friend had adjusted a few regular Earth shirts for me to wear. To say that I was stunned by their generosity would be an understatement.
“For clothes,” Fin gently corrects me. Right. Thankforsomething. Prepositions are the bane of my existence on this winds-damned planet. I never seem to get them right. Fin interrupts my internal damnation of grammar to say, “Caleb and Imani are extremely eager to meet you, and Caleb is…Well, Caleb is Caleb. He’s wildly inappropriate under the best of circumstances. He’s actually convinced himself that you’re either an angel or an alien, and even Imani hasn’t been able to reel him in. Be prepared for a lot of weird and whacky questions.”
Well, at least someone here believes in aliens. Perhaps I should reveal the truth to Caleb first. It’s a solid idea, but guilt gnaws at my insides just considering it. If anyone should know the truth about me, Fin should be first. “I mind not questions. Saturday is after Friday?” Sitting down next to Fin, I gently rub her shoulders. Sighing at how tense they are after just one day at work.
“Ooh, this feels amazing. I swear you have magical hands. Yes, Saturday is tomorrow. We usually play D&D, but I imagine this time it will be more about grilling you.”
My hands still before my nodes supply the alternative meaning of the word as an idiom. Noticing my change in demeanor, Fin chuckles. “Don’t worry, we’ll eat pizza. None of us owns a grill big enough to fit a giant like you, not to mention the wings.”
Laughing at the absurdity, I flip Fin onto her back and lean over her. “Making fun from me, eh?”
“Yes,” she gasps, pupils dilating at my sudden movement. For a second, I’m worried I’ve scared her but then she reaches up, fingers threading through my hair as she pulls me down closer. Our lips meet in a kiss, quickly unleashing all of the sexual tension that has been building between us over the past week. Once my initial shock dissipates, I take control of the kiss, my tongue eager to explore every part of Fin’s mouth. “Fuck,” she pants when we come up for air. “Fuck, Omni…” My wings snap open, the slight twinge in the left one reminding me it’s injured. I won’t be able to fly for a few days still, but at least it doesn’t hurt to move anymore.
Bringing one hand to the feathers now covering us like a tent, Fin smiles. “One day, you have to tell me how you control these because it’s amazing.”
Her words are like a bucket of ice cold water to my desire. What am I doing? Didn’t I swear that I wouldn’t get close to her unless she knew exactly what I was and what my situation is? “Fin,” I sigh, pulling away. “Not can do this.”
Fin blinks, the lusty haze clearing from her eyes as they take on a guarded look. “Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…assault you like that. Sorry.”
Wriggling from beneath me, she tries to stand but I grab her arm to stop her. “Wait, please. Fin. I have words now. I explain.”
