Page 21 of Earth Girls are Easy… To Dominate
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nervous, Samulin followed Bralix to his quarters, and they made themselves comfortable on his bed. Bralix sat at the top end of the bed with his back against the wall, while she curled up in his lap with her legs to one side. “The symbiote won’t hurt my baby, right?” Samulin asked softly.
Bralix shook his head no.
“Thank God,” Emery breathed.
Phyrax and Emery entered, and after turning the lights down to almost nothing, Phyrax climbed onto the bed to kneel before them, an opaque brown jar in his hand. Emery stood beside the bed, holding a syringe in one hand, and something resembling a Q-tip in the other.
Emery handed Phyrax the Q-tip. “Your symbiote’s been in the jar for longer than mine was,” Emery explained to Samulin. “It might have dried out a bit by now; this gel is just to lubricate your ear and make everything a little easier.”
Samulin held still while Phyrax coated her ear canal in gel, then Bralix wrapped a firm arm around her, trapping her arms and immobilizing her head against his chest.
She couldn’t move—and it calmed her. Without meaning to, Bralix had triggered one of her kinks. She’d always loved bondage, and add a little praise to the mix…
“Veine groone, Samulin,” Bralix murmured.
She melted.
“Just hold still the best you can, honey,” Emery said. “It’ll hurt, but it’ll be over quickly.”
She couldn’t see what Phyrax was doing, not with Bralix immobilizing her head. Instead, she focused on Emery’s face.
She didn’t struggle when the symbiote entered her ear, not with Bralix holding her still, but she screamed when it tore through her eardrum. The pain overrode all else, but after the little organism squeezed its way past the bones of her inner ear, it settled from a tearing, burning pain, to a steady, overwhelming throb. Phyrax squirted the contents of the syringe into her ear, and Bralix relaxed his hold on her, shifting his embrace just to hold and comfort her.
“The gel is to speed up healing,” Emery said. “Try to leave it alone.” Samulin was deaf in the ear the symbiote had entered, but at least she could still hear from the other one.
Still reeling from the pain, Samulin nodded and hugged Bralix’s arm to her. Phyrax rolled off the bed, gathered the used supplies, and ushered Emery out of the room, leaving her and Bralix alone.
She took a deep breath, then clutching a handful of Bralix’s shirt, sought comfort in his arms, her good ear pressed to his chest and listening to the rumble of his voice in his chest as he hummed a melody just for her.
When Bralix woke, his quarters were still dim from when they’d implanted the symbiote into Samulin’s brain. The engines hummed, and even though they couldn’t feel it, the ship was travelling at super-photaic speeds; Phyrax had set a course for Crion.
He hadn’t thought he’d be able to sleep, so sick with worry had he been about her, but after about thirty minutes she’d gone completely limp in his arms and her hand had released the fold of his shirt she’d been clutching. When she was still sleeping an hour later, he’d carefully tucked her into bed, then crawled in under the covers with her and gathered her into his arms for a nap.
He looked down at the soft, warm woman in his arms facing him, and when he gently raked his nails over her scalp from just behind her ear to her nape, she sighed and snuggled closer to him. Her eyes blinked open slowly, and she peered at him groggily. “Hey, you,” she smiled at him sweetly. “You okay?”
He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I am well.”
Her eyes stretched wide in surprise, all trace of sleep gone. “You are well.”
“Of course. That’s what I just said.”
She smiled at him. “No, I mean I understood you. The implant worked.”
Bralix startled. “You’re right.” He scraped his nails over her scalp again; her eyes closed, then fluttered opened again. “That feels good.”
“How is your ear? Are you still in pain?” He asked softly. “I can give you an oral analgesic, or I can put more bio-gel in your ear.”
Her eyes unfocused for a moment, then focused on him again. “I think I’m okay. I feel tender. Sounds are still muted, but loud sounds hurt.”
He expelled a relieved breath. “That is good. Normal.”
“That’s a relief,” Samulin said, then nuzzled his chest. “You smell like a forest after it rains.”
“That may be the chlorocytes in my skin,” Bralix said. “Is it a smell you enjoy?”
She hummed. “It reminds me of good memories.”
