Page 9 of Orange Sky
I felt a cold breeze. Good, it’s not freezing cold. Looking up, I saw they have. One, two, no, five moons! And they lit up the sky. I can clearly see my path. He is dragging me to a bushy area, my heart beat is beating loudly. Thankfully, he’s making his strides shorter to match mine. Being dragged by this probably 250-poundnakedalien with really long legs is not an easy feat so I’m surprised he’s taking care not to go too fast. Plus he’s dragging my equally naked self! My legs are still squishy. I feel some of the cum leave me as we walk.
I shielded myself from the thick and tall undergrowth. Walking around naked in this bush is sure to give me more nicks and cuts from plants that looked almost the same as on Earth except they looked purple, some bordering on midnight color. Good thing the land is warm and not cold on my feet.
5
Brynn
When we cleared the area, I came upon a scenic and idyllic place. I even stumbled a bit because I am simply awed by the location. As far as my eyes can see, are the plains. Knee height and tall grass of violets, black, red and some are even green grass sway to the night’s breeze. Beyond the horizon, I can see some stars and three big moons. Two are in full moon, another one is half quarter. The other two moons are behind us. I will not think of the science of it. But before that is a sparkling river. The water is very clear. But the land is still that dark orange, making it almost luminous.
Big guy surprisingly let go of my hand and I ran to the river. I do not want to risk drinking it just yet if it’s contaminated. The river is shallow so I dipped myself into it. When the water was already thigh high, I felt a huge arm around my waist and yanked me bank nearer to the shore.
I glared back at him and tried to break free. But of course, he’s too strong for me to resist. He pulled me down with him and I sat on top of him. Fully aware that his hard on is poking at my butt. I stiffened a little at that. Is this going to be another session?
He cupped some water and dropped it on my shoulders. I was sitting there numbly, watching what he’ll do next. He is breathing normally on top of my head. This close, I can smell the tangy, musky sweat from his body. His small furs felt luxurious and warm against my naked skin. His body is hard all over. He has muscles on his thighs and arms that can only be gained through hard work or really strong genes.
He continued to pour water on me. I decided he’s not going to drown me so I went to clean myself. I scrubbed with the water I could get. Sitting down, the water reaches just below my breasts. My breasts are particularly sensitive to the wind, now they are perky. I do not have really large breasts but former boyfriends describe them as a handful. They seemed to like it though.
Because I noticed the bruises on that area, I poured water and scrubbed lightly. I gasped a little when I felt the sting and it probably reverberated to the big guy because he suddenly stopped.
I felt being lifted and sat back down alone. I saw him go back to the house. Either he’s trusting me completely or we are too far away from anyone to be visited.
I washed myself completely, ignoring the aches and pains I felt along the way. I do not know what is wrong with my body. If the feelings I felt for this big guy who I still do not know his name is affected by whatever drugs they gave me. If only there’s a way to know this.
I have a feeling I’ll be very sore by tomorrow. Literally surviving a fall from the sky then being fucked for hours. Plus all the walking. I’m amazed I survived this long!
Before I know it, he is back. He just sat next to me, not making any big splash. He produced a rounded tin can. I have a feeling I know what it is. Sure enough, when he opened it, it contained some kind of ointment. Not gummy worms or a leech for healing. Good!
An ointment, on this planet. It reminds me back of home. And it’s comforting. Until he started putting it on me.
Gingerly, he put some on my arms and breasts. it tingles and hurt a bit. I fought him off with my arm, saying, “It’s okay. I don’t need it.”
Still he continued to press the ointment into my body and I hissed at him. In retaliation, he just growled. Then he dragged me to the bank of the river, feeling very exposed especially when he pushed open my legs and continued with his ministrations!
“Stop it,” I said because the ointment burns. It probably doesn’t hurt for his kind but it feels like alcohol.
Stopping a 250-pound alien is no easy feat especially when he’s determined.
“Stop acting like akowa!” he spat and pressed his arms further into my legs and continued putting ointment.
My translator did not register what a kowa means. It’s probably very derogatory. I tried to distract myself by asking, “Kowa?”
He stopped and looked at me. This close, I can see his eyes are darker but there’s a greyish white hint to it. Maybe because of the moon’s influence?
“Kowa?”, I repeated.
Up close, I can also see his dark lashes fanning his eyes. How I envy men with long eyelashes. It should belong to women!
“You want to know what Kowa means?”, I felt his rumbling against my body.
I tilt my head down to indicate yes. His eyes widened a bit and seemed to understand that universal language for Yes?
After contemplating a bit, he answered, “It meanszaczelthat is a lowborn,xunics,vadowho doesn’t know anything and should bevugzeitskilled”.
There were more unknown words in that sentence and I couldn't help myself. I laughed. He was so serious in explaining what Kowa means so I felt kind of bad that I was laughing at him. When he narrowed his eyes at me, I laughed even harder. Not just any laugh, but a belly laugh.
When his face became like a stone, he continued with his ministrations and muttering to himself. I could not hear what he’s saying though. However, this helped me forget that he’s putting ointment even to the v of my legs. At least he did not put it inside of me.
I wiped away some tears in my eyes. And hissed when the burn becomes too painful. It was a good laugh though. He took hold of my hand when I was about to wipe my tears again.
