Page 32 of Orange Sky
What was I thinking?
My first threesome. And it has to be with aliens with tails. The things they can do with their tails.
And they are also bisexual. Or gay? I haven’t seen any females around.
“Stop staring into the sky. Dress. We need to leave,” Zirc growled.
Good thing the comforter is heavy. Otherwise he will see me jump up high. Where did he come from? These walls probably have hidden doors or something. They are futuristic yet not. Strange.
Guess we need to leave again. How can he be so grumpy after all the sex he had? Maybe they really need sex to calm them. It’s so normal for them.
But I suspect, which I hope not, am I the only female on this planet? Or they are hidden somewhere because they are rare.
I picked myself up from the comfy bed. Not wanting to leave for some reason. The feeling that we have a roof on our head. Other people orcat-like peoplearound us makes me restful.
I did not see Zirc in the room. I took some time to take a quick bath though I prefer a cold shower to wake me up now. Plus that would be quicker. But I can’t be choosy. I imagine my life right now if I was back on earth. I’ll have a quick shower, eat an oatmeal or last night’s meal for breakfast, then speed through the city traffic to get to work and be on time at 8 am. Day in and day out. This was supposed to be my grand vacation. There were always lots of issues in the office. No time to take a break. Having no kids, I also get to substitute for others who have emergencies. Weekends are more like extended work aside from the occasional meet up with friends and families. My plants at the apartment.
My family and friends who I refuse to think about at this point. They probably thought I’m dead. I wonder about the people on board that plane. Were they also abducted? Did the plane crash? Were only women kidnapped? Hard to tell.
Who knew a proper bath, a proper night’s rest on the bed (albeit full of sex), and food can do to me.
All this thinking while I bath, dress up, fix myself. I turned to Zirc who was quiet again beside me. When did he arrive?
I turned to him and cried on his chest. I did not care about my snot ruining his tunic. I held onto him. My hands are a tight fist against the soft material of his clothes.
I felt his chest grumble. Can he feel my pain?
“Do you miss your home little one?,” he asked so softly I almost missed hearing them.
I just nodded against his chest and cried out. As if I’m in a live soap opera.
Then I felt his arms tightened around me. As if he understood my pain. My loneliness. Can I ever go back home?
Once again I am thankful that Zirc is here. That he somewhat understood. I hope he can find a way to bring me back home. Or send me back.
13
Zirc
“Stop fidgeting!,” I growled at Brin. Obviously, she doesn’t know how to ride a horse. Maybe I should impale her on my cock. A brilliant idea but where we are going, I need all my senses on high alert.
She grumbled on her own. If I do not know better, I think she is cursing me or our horse. I can tell by the tone of her voice.
It was hours ago but felt only a moment ago when she was crying.
Crying.
An alien word that I looked up at the large database of Axad’s parents. I completed my download of all known races in the universe. Even the remote ones. I knew I remembered something about other race’s crying. We don’t.
We roar. We whimper. We fight. We slunk. But no tears for us.
I remembered my parents. The day they died. When I held her in my arms, it felt as if it’s the same feeling as I felt when I lost them.
I did notcry. It was worse.
I realized that wherever she came from, her civilization is probably the same as ours. The way she speaks, her tone, her body language, is almost the same as ours. There are still some instances when I do not understand her.
Like now.
