Page 5 of My Christmas Alien Mate

"Who are you?" I blurted out. Even my teeth had stopped chattering as my adrenaline spiked, warming me even more than the room.

"Do not fear, Earthling, I'm not here to harm you," he said in a deep voice, and that was the last I heard, because suddenly the room spun around me, and I didn't even have a chance to giggle at his ridiculous words before I crumbled in on myself and lost consciousness.

Ibarelymanagedtocatch the indigenous female before her body hit the strange floor. My father's words echoed in my head,You are, under no circumstances, to make contact with the indigenous people.Oh well, he should have known I didn't follow orders well.

What was I supposed to do anyway? Let the female drown? I was sure that would have violated more Galactic Union rules than rescuing her.

Now my father had another faux pas of mine to lord over my head. Especially after I wrangled permission to scout D-1/4-5289d11 from him a few full shifts ago. My desire to visit this alien planet had inexplicably grown with each hour, and I made a few promises to my father to gain permission to be the first and, so far, only scout to get more intel about D-1/4-5289d11.

Just as ordered, I found a desolate spot in the middle of nowhere and landed the prototype ship XT4J in a large lake to keep it hidden. How was I supposed to know that in the midst of the breathtaking woods and mountains, I would encounter a lone native female?

Her little house had perfectly blended in with the surrounding area and had evaded even the newest radar technology on the XT4J, not to mention her small frame which I now realized must have stood on the wooden bridge running into the lake.

I should have probably changed my appearance into something more fitting for this planet, but one, I had been busy with a rescue mission, and two, besides her, I had no idea what the other inhabitants of D-1/4-5289d11 looked like, making it hard to instruct my transformer to disguise me.

The look on her face before she lost consciousness had made it clear that my appearance had more than unsettled her though.

I carefully laid her out on the couch before I curiously looked around the dwelling she lived in. It was small, but cozy and clean. Heat emanated from a square opening in the wall surrounded by rock, in which flames consumed something obviously burnable. The resulting smoke was redirected via a large funnel, most likely going through the roof and out into the night. The smell coming from it wasn't unpleasant, but foreign to my nose.

A distinct chattering sound made me turn back to the female, and I noticed that she was shivering and her teeth clattering against each other produced the noise I heard. Curiously, I cocked my head to take her in. She was small and sinfully curved in just the right places, making my unruly cock stir. Long, medium brown hair hung wet around her face, urging me to comb it back from where it was plastered to her skin—very cold skin as I found out when I gave in to the urge. Too cold?

Her anatomy seemed similar to that of us Scekyns, but since we hadn't made any contact with her species yet, I had no knowledge about the inner workings of her body.

I wasn't an idiot though. She was wet from head to toe after falling into what I assumed was a cold lake to her. A quick swipe with my hand materialized my data processor in front of me, and I barked some orders. "I need a temperature readout from the surrounding area and objects."

Within the blink of an eye, my screen filled.

Lake: 58

Outside air: 42

Inside Air: 65

Fire: 98

Indigenous Female: 72

Given this data, it wasn't hard to figure out that the female was close to freezing.

First, I decided I needed to get her out of the wet clothing, but hesitated, wondering how she would take it when she realized I had undressed her.

I sighed, she was freezing and I needed to do something.

Hoping she would forgive me, I moved to her boots first, which turned out to be the easiest to come off. A small lake of water poured out when I tossed them to the side, and with another sigh, I realized I would have to dry this off later, since it was just her and me here.

Her clothing proved more difficult. Not only did all the material cling to her like a second skin, but I couldn't figure out how the little buttons and hooks worked, and I ended up ripping most of her attire.

I tried to be a gentleman and not notice how full her breasts were and how pert her nipples stood up, when they were fully exposed, but I was only a male tasked with a hard job and succumbed to the temptation more than once—speaking of hard, my cock was the hardest it had been in a long time and didn't listen to any of my repeated commands to stay down.

I found a blanket underneath a pillow and sighed again, this time in relief, after I wrapped her body up in it. For good measure, I rubbed her arms and legs—trying hard not to admire how long and firm they were—up and down to reawaken her circulation.

I had never done anything like this before, temperature fluctuations were not an issue for my species unless it moved to extreme heat or cold. Luckily, there were other species in the Galactic Union who were more temperature sensitive than us Scekyns and part of my training included how to take care of them in the event of any of them being exposed to an unfavorable environment, like it seemed this female had.

Carefully, I laid her head on a pillow but realized her wet hair soaked through the material in no time. With a fourth sigh, I moved to explore her dwelling some more, hoping to find another blanket or something to dry her hair with.

The first door I encountered led into a primitive bathroom, where I discovered smaller thicker blankets and grabbed one to wrap around her head. My eyes fell on a pile of discarded clothing on the floor and two small objects stood out, which appeared to be some kind of cozy foot coverings. I grabbed them and was more than happy when they fit on her tiny feet.

I took a moment to massage them first, finding them even colder to the touch than the rest of her, and admired her orange-colored toenails, tiny toes—five of them—and her delicate ankles, before I put the foot coverings on them. Then I tugged them underneath the blanket and even went so far as to stuff the overhanging material under her feet. That should keep her warm.

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