Page 5 of Orange Sky
He moved nearer and inhaled. What the f-
He made that purring and rumbling sound.
To my utter shock, he moved forward and inhaled deeply. More purring and rumbling sound. He continued to sniff and inhale as he moved upwards my body. He inhaled deeply when he reached my breasts. At this point, I can clearly see his hair and they do look soft. He smells of motor oil, incense, and burned cinnamon.
Just as suddenly, he grabbed my arms and held me up as he stood up. Up close, I can see his neck tendons, muscled abs from his arms, and his neckline. I refuse to look into his face. His skin shows small furs but there are other parts in his chest that are hairless. Less fur. He seemed to be examining me as he just held my arms.
When he let me go, I was glad my legs could support me. He went towards his gear only a few feet away. His body turned to me. I could clearly see the wreckage from my lifepod. Some parts are still burning. It surprisingly looked intact. But a huge portion of the glass is broken and the bottom part of the lifepod has been burned off. There is still some light smoke coming from it. In fact, only a few inches are left before it hit the bottom of where I should be laying. It is dragged deep, the impact shows on the disturbed land.
I should be dead. But thank God I’m still alive. Or is it something to be thankful for? What awaits me on this planet? I seem to be in a dry desert of some sort. But the dirt of this land is orange. Not red, not brown. There are no greens. The sun is too bright. Wait. I looked up. The suns are too bright!
The suns.
All of a sudden, I felt thirsty. And a bit dizzy. Might be because of the two suns. Surprisingly, I don’t feel too much heat. Just the right amount of warmth.
I tried to move around. My feet are steady.
I feel itchy and some parts of my legs, back, and arms are throbbing. Otherwise, my head feels okay. But I feel so alone. I am thankful for this alien who might save or enslave me.
I looked up and I saw him looking at me intently. Like he can’t figure out what I am, standing there almost naked, feeling helpless.
He walked towards me and I froze when he bent and licked the left side of my cheek.
“What are these?”, he asked looking into my eyes.
What did he mean?
He placed a finger to my cheek catching my tears.
Oh, I was crying. Great! Species like them don’t cry at all!
This induced me to a crying, bawling creature. I cried out my frustrations to him. Even pounded my fisted hands on his chest covered in a lackluster tunic.
“Stop it,” he said, grabbing my arms. Yes, how typical of a man. But still, I continued to cry but for his benefit, I tried to lessen my howling. Not sure why but I ended up sitting again. Now I’m reduced to hiccups and crying silent tears.
The brute stood up and dusted his leather pants that cling to his muscular thighs. I am not fond of overly muscled men. In fact, I prefer men who are chubby because they are cuddly and soft. Not too hard like this man over here who is hard all over. Again, why am I attracted to him?
Speaking of hard, I can't stop myself from glancing at his crotch. Either he is immune to my charms which doesn't match his lust-filled eyes or his leather prevents me from seeing him too hard.
He made a noise. I looked up to him and saw he looked very much like a Cheshire cat. Damn it, he caught me looking.
I made one last desperate sniffle to stop my crying.
I stood up lest he molests me again with his fingers or, shuddering, his whole body. I do not know yet what to feel about this. He makes me feel good but I refuse to succumb to his charms. I do not know yet if he is my hero for saving me from wreckage or my jailer?
He went to get something from his brown leather bag. It is overly long and wide, the thing can probably hold a machine gun or other weapons he can kill me with.
“Here, drink this.”
My eyes were probably big as saucers and he might think of me as a dumb because I was just staring at a leather flask that thankfully holds water. My thirst urged me to grab it from him and open the flask. It looked similar to other water skins some hikers used for water.
It was refreshingly cool but after a few gulps, I spewed them out.
Big guy was so angry he grabbed the flask and growled at me with menacing eyes and grabbed my upper arm again. I am doomed! Their water is too salty! It’s like drinking seawater.
Suddenly, I felt the rough side of his tongue against my chin and cheeks. Is he trying to eat me? Oh, he’s just licking the water from my chin and cheeks. Ok, I get the message now that water is too precious to this planet. I guess I will know later if I will react badly to their water or not. I hope the aliens who abducted me were decent enough to inject me with antibodies and not just a lust hormone. If I am sane, I will bust this guy’s balls and scratch his eyes out.
I hissed a bit because some water dribbled to the cuts in the front of my body. Definitely salty.
