“It’s perfect. And hard can be good,” she teased.
His trousers grew tighter at her words, clearly aroused. No matter what he might have been dealing with on a personal level, he was still a man, after all. Shalia grinned and let out a soft moan, watching his cock react to her sound on a purely instinctive, animal level. He was hung, she could clearly see, and the more he rubbed her flesh, the harder he was becoming.
She wanted to reach out. To touch it. To pull his manhood free from its constraints and see it in its full glory. He was another type of alien, after all, and her curiosity about his bits was understandable.
What am I doing? she wondered, a little surprised at herself. This wasn’t how she usually was. But abduction, recapture, and forced labor on an alien world had triggered something inside her. Was it a fearlessness created by the sheer insanity of her situation? Or was it the desire to live life as much as possible now that she’d felt firsthand how tenuous that life might actually be?
Whatever the case, she felt alive. Alive and in control in a way she hadn’t in some time.
Zepharos rubbed more lotion onto her skin, applying it to her lower back with long strokes of his warm hands.
“I think that should just about—” he began to say.
Shalia lifted her hips and shimmied her bottoms down slightly, exposing the top of her ass. “Just a little more. My shoulders are tight, and I can’t properly reach,” she lied.
A faint damp spot appeared where the head of his cock was pressing against the fabric of his clothing. Was this cruel? She didn’t really think so. The man had a reputation, after all. A little payback for all the women he’d used in the past was perfectly acceptable. But, amazingly, his hands didn’t wander. He rubbed the lotion onto her ass, clearly wanting to do far more than just that, but as soon as he’d spread it across her smooth skin he stepped back and capped the bottle.
“I hope that helps you heal,” he said, wiping his hands on a small towel. “I really must be going. I have other things I need to attend to.”
She sat up and pulled her top on as he strode out of her lodging, his erection forcing him to carry the little hand towel in front of him as casually as he could, hiding it from scrutiny as he stepped out into the open air.
“Well, that was interesting,” she mused, then stripped down and applied the lotion to the rest of her skin without issue. Her shoulders werenottight, and reaching back was a breeze. And even if it wasn’t, her ass and thighs weren’t the parts that had been the most exposed to the harsh alien sun. Still, she applied the lotion everywhere, and it felt fantastic.
When a slender young woman named Moraki came to fetch her just a short while later, Shalia’s body felt a hundred times better than when she’d arrived.
“Tikanna has requested I bring you to meet her,” she said as she led the human through the village.
“I haven’t met Tikanna.”
“She is the village elder.”
“I thought Rohanna was.”
“They serve different roles in our village. Tikanna will explain.”
Shalia let it go at that and followed, quietly taking in the sights as she walked, noting that there were indeed very few females in the village, just as Rohanna had mentioned.
“Tikanna is waiting for you in there,” Moraki said when they reached a small but ornate wood and clay structure.
Shalia stepped inside, her eyes adjusting quickly to the light. There was a welcoming aroma lingering in the air. Not incense, but something warm and comforting. Spice, perhaps? She couldn’t say for certain. A very old woman covered in delicate, vibrant markings watched her from a comfortable seat. Shalia could see even from a distance that whatever she had been inkedwith, it was far different from anything they had on Earth. There was a natural glow to some of the colors, unlike anything she’d ever seen before.
“Come, sit,” the woman said, gesturing to the seat beside her.
Shalia did as she was asked. The old woman looked her over, gently touching her skin with surprisingly warm hands. Normally, the very old tended to run cold. Not so with this woman.
“I see you have already applied the Flummix. Good. Your body reacts well to it.”
“Yeah, Zepharos helped me with that.”
Tikanna’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “Oh, did he, now?”
Shalia was shocked to find she was actually blushing. “No, it was nothing like that.”
Tikanna chuckled. “I suppose not. Not now, at least. Had you come to us not so long ago, that would have likely not been the case.”
“Rohanna told me about his reputation.”
“He is a character, yes. But he is given certain leeway. It was not always this way, but things are difficult for our males. All possess the Infala, but the few unmated females in our village have not bonded with any of them, and so they remain a bit lost.”
