Page 9 of Orange Town
I looked down and saw him. He was longer and thick. And growing thicker as he moved his hand up and down slowly on his shaft.
The familiar oil that fascinates me is also present. Why does their cock lubricate by itself? He has a somewhat similar cock to Zirc’s. But I do not want to look into his eyes. I know it’s unfair to imagine it was Zirc I’m looking at. Zirc I wanted inside me right now, not my fingers. Not Roqs.
“That’s it, little one,” he crooned. His voice sounded loud to my ears.
I belatedly realized I was moaning out loud. The pillow was forgotten. I was using both hands now. Three fingers inside me, my other arm busy at my backside. I did not care that Roqs was looking at me. I closed my eyes and used my imagination. My legs and hips go up and down in time with my imagination and my body’s need for completion.
I hoarsely cried out and opened my eyes. My legs are quivering in the aftermath of my release. A few seconds later, I glanced and saw Roqs pumping himself faster. Harder. And then he gave up a massive release of cum.
I was breathing hard. I still do not want to look at Roqs’ face. His cock is still semi-hard but looked hard enough to fuck. One of the many gifts of this planet’s male inhabitants.
Roqs straightened that made me looked up at him. As soon as our eyes met, he smirked at me knowingly. I don’t know if he could tell that I was imagining Zirc instead of him?
I saw his arms moved as he tucked himself into his pants again. He made a move to step towards me. When he saw me stiffened, he said. “I read you little one, nothing to be afraid of.”
As quickly as he entered my room, he went back to his room, softly closing the door after him. It did not feel loud, like when Zirc is in one of his moods.
What just happened?
One thing’s for sure. Tomorrow is going to be awkward. I was glad he did not expect to have sex with me. I rest my right wrist against my damp forehead, trying to clear my head and control my breathing.
There must be something in the wind, in the water, or whatever’s inside me that is driving me insane with heat. I feel like shooting myself in the head. This is so not me.
I made myself comfortable against the pillows. I calmed down. At least I got an orgasm tonight. I barely had the energy to cover myself. I felt my limbs go heavy and went promptly to sleep.
Tomorrow came too soon.
After dumping myself into the river and putting on new clothes, one of the new ones I fashioned after myself but are all the same in color and style, I looked up and Roqs looked at me strangely. I wonder if they have a secret shower with a hair dryer I’m not aware of? He looks fresh as a daisy.
Ugh, talk about being awkward again.
My thoughts about last night vanished when I noticed the thing beside him.
“This is what we’ll be riding today,” he explained when I stood a few feet from him.
The horse turned out to be a skeletal machine with four leather seats, two in the front, two in the back. The containers, more like massive jars, are spilling with water.
“I loaded four containers for your water,” Roqs said magnanimously. I knew I was still gaping looking at it.
So, they have vehicles of some sort! I think this looked almost, almost as if straight out of a Mad Max movie. Except, there are no wheels. It was floating!
I circled it around, conscious that Roqs is amused by my antics.
It’s like an old version of a car with massive frames. Even at rest, it is moving a little slowly from left to right because it’s levitating.
Woah.
When I tried to reach out and run my hand at the front which looked like a fender, Roqs called out.
“Get in, Brynn Anderson,” he said from the driver’s seat. When did he get in?
I gingerly hopped on the hovercraft, hoping the thing won’t sway because of my weight. And it did not!
“I despair about the planet where you’re from.”
He even shook his head sideways.
“What gave you that impression?” I asked, puzzled. He was adjusting some things on his dashboard. There were small lights and a gauge of some sort that is not common in cars but is common to airplanes.
