Page 25 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
I plodded after her, tired, resigned, and aching with the need for her. I didn’t know how I would resist if I needed to, but I would have to find a way.
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I was startingto wonder if I had misread signs that Teken was attracted to me.
The alien really seemed to enjoy when I hugged him, but then he backed off immediately, as if I’d embarrassed him or touching him was somehow inappropriate.
Was he turned off by my “please fuck me” shenanigans when I was drugged?
Maybe I make him nervous… Or… he’s not sure if my wanting him has something to do with residual effects from the drugs.
How can I let him know that my mind is fucking clear now? That I want him in the most primal, sexual way?
Sighing heavily, I mentally registered that wanting to have sex with a four-armed alien was so out of character for the “I’m swearing off relationships forever” me. But being abducted from Earth and now fleeing for my life made me realize life was too damn short and tomorrow was not a guarantee.
From now on, I was doing what made me happy, and that included being with an alien Gladiator who made me smile and allegedly turned into some furry animal. I didn’t give a shit about the odd combination.
I’m going to enjoy life and the here and now with no regrets.
So how do I get him to understand he has the green light to fuck me senseless?
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Ella
Later,while we drank water and nibbled on rations, Teken kept a watchful eye on the glow in the distance, as if waiting for it to do something.
I still didn’t know where he was taking me. All we had managed to sort out between us was a few words besides our names. He kept pointing off in one direction, past the glow that he had investigated. But I had no idea what was in that direction.
Is it too much to hope that it’s a paradise spa with hot, muscular four-armed masseurs in little loincloths?
I remembered all the images I had seen of the beauty of this world as my captors had tried to acclimate me to their planet. I’d even spied a few paradise-level white sand beaches amid all the forests and ultramodern city spires.
Maybe that’s where we’re going, someplace with welcoming non-predatory or crazy aliens. Shit. I hope so…
But the truth of the matter was I didn’t know him at all. Hell, we didn’t even speak the same language. Yes, he saved my ass when he could have left me at the mercy of the slavers. But still… how could I be completely sure he wasn’t going to fuck me over? Could I trust him, knowing that the Omers were conditioning females to sell to his people? Or was there more to the story between the Omers and Gladiators?
And then there was the fact that I didn’t understand why he was being so protective and going through so much trouble for me, putting his own life in danger.
Despite his mixed signals, he was attracted to me. That much I knew from the way he touched and looked at me. His expressive mug would have lost him plenty at poker. But his life was too high a price to pay for liking me.
As we waited until it was safe for us to leave, we were trying to teach each other new words. Much of the time, his expression, tone, and body language were most of what I had to go by as he struggled to communicate with me.
Right now, it was my turn to teach him a bit of English. And I was running into an unexpected bit of trouble. Frustrating, but it was awkward enough to break the tension of waiting with a bit of humor.
I put my hand on my chest. “Woman.”
He blinked slowly, puzzlement crossing his face.
I patted my chest again. “Wom-an.”
“Wom-an.” His brow creased. He seemed confused. He was also now staring right at my tits—which I had always been kind of proud of, but still.
Come on now.
“What is it?” I asked almost reflexively.
