Maureen nodded her understanding. “Say no more and lead the way.”
Without hesitation, Bodok turned, took a deep breath, and lowered himself underwater. Maureen filled her lungs deep and followed, kicking her legs to propel herself but also allowing him to pull her in the right direction.
Her lungs were beginning to burn from the swim but she continued to hold her breath. There simply wasn’t another option. Finally, bright light appeared ahead of them. With a few more powerful kicks they cleared the hole in the wreck and rose to the surface.
Maureen’s head had barely cleared the water when she sucked in lungful after lungful of fresh air. Bodok, on the other hand, did not seem terribly uncomfortable despite the added effort of pulling her along. Perhaps it was his alien physiology, or maybe he was just in amazing cardiovascular shape. Whatever the case might have been, she let her body relax as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to shore.
The other two survivors were there, both badly banged up and bleeding, one of them possibly suffering not one but a pair of broken legs.
“That is all of us,” Bodok said, striding out of the water.
Maureen sloshed out right behind him, the warmth of the sun feeling amazing on her skin after so many weeks locked inside of the ship.
The trees surrounding the area were beautiful. Alien, no doubt, with their burgundy foliage and twisting branches, but beautiful nonetheless. And the air was as fresh as any she had ever breathed.
“I guess it’s not poisonous,” she noted, filling her lungs deep. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”
Her moment of tranquility was rudely interrupted by the broken limbed survivor.
“Get them off!” he shrieked, swatting at his arms.
Bodok moved closer and saw what was causing his distress. “Fanzin leeches. Damned things,” he said, pulling two of them from the man’s arm and giving him a quick once over, removing another from his back. “We must check ourselves thoroughly and remove any that have latched on immediately before their saliva stops our blood from clotting.”
Maureen didn’t like the sound of that. “Is it fatal?”
“No. At least, not normally. But it can cause wounds to hemorrhage, and even if you are not bleeding it can leave you weak. Vulnerable as we are, we cannot afford to be weak.”
Bodok immediately began shedding his wet clothing, tossing it aside in a heap. The others did the same. Fully nude, his muscles rippling in the full sunlight, Bodok made quick work of them both, ridding them of a handful of the pests each, tossing them in a pile on the sand.
Maureen began to disrobe but hesitated, her legs feeling a bit unsteady. Bodok noticed and quickly moved to her, stabilizing her with his hands.
“I will help,” he said, then gently removed her clothes.
The breeze on her damp flesh gave her goosebumps, her nipples hardening, sending tingles through her body. Bodok’s warm hands were moving across her skin, searching, then pulling a leech from her side. He gently spun her around, making sure he had cleared her of any hangers-on.
“You are clean,” he said. “Now, sit. You are lightheaded.”
Maureen did as he said, flopping down on the sand. Bodok walked to the water and waded in, washing the blood from his hands before stepping back out to clean himself of any remaining pests.
He turned and examined himself, standing just a few feet from Maureen as he did, his magnificent cock dangling free, the last droplets of water dripping off the head, catching the sunlight.
Maureen couldn’t help but stare. It was beautiful. Thick and long, his hairless body looking like a Greek god. A fantastically endowed Greek god with a cock that made her mouth water involuntarily.
“Maureen,” he said, stepping closer and turning a slow circle. “Did I miss any?”
“Uh, I think you might have.”
“Where?”
“Um, turn this way,” she said, putting her hands on his hip and ass, marveling at his firm body as she guided his movement.
She noted that his cock twitched slightly at her touch, a vein along the side pulsing slightly harder. Maureen felt herself growing wetter, her body tingling with unanticipated want.
“Do you see one?” he asked, breaking her from her trance.
“Yes.”
“Can you remove it?”
