The delicious smell of food wafted her way, making her mouth water. She shifted her focus to the area closer at hand.A cozy restaurant was nestled in the park-like setting growing in this impossible rooftop space, the dining area separated into a dozen very spaced-out seating locations affording each dining group a great deal of privacy.
Of course, being the human visitor, Olivia drew the eyes of everyone present, and, she noted, among all the men there was actually another woman there. She was a little older than Olivia by the look of it, and she was dining with a blue-green skinned man with dark gray stripes on his flanks. Judging by the way the two were situated, it was very apparent they were a couple, though the intricacies of interspecies relationships were still a novelty to her. The woman gave her a little nod then turned her attention back to her man.
Olivia nearly jumped as her date touched her. Rykker’s hand felt positively hot against her lower back.
“I reserved us the best seat in the house,” he said, gently guiding her toward the lone elevated table close to the edge of the building. He noted her hesitation. “Do not fret, there is a robust force unit all around,” he informed her, helping her up to her seat, then climbing up and sitting not across from her but next to her, his comforting warmth radiating against her, soothing like the rays of sun through the window on a cool day.
“Uh, how do we—” she began asking when two drinks appeared on the table before them, arriving from below, the table seeming to shimmer and become insubstantial then reconfiguring back to solid when the glasses were atop it. “Ah, I see.”
Rykker lifted his glass, swirling the opalescent liquid and savoring its aroma. “Savlakian Ooloo. A delightful beverage.”
“Alcoholic?”
“Mildly. Are your kind sensitive to alcohol? I can order something?—”
“It’s fine. Besides, I’ve had more than my share of drinks in my time. But that’s a story for another day.”
“Then a toast,” he said, holding his glass out toward hers. “To the pleasure of meeting new people.”
Olivia clearly saw the bulge in his trousers had not subsided, nor had the look in his eyes. Truth be told, odd as it seemed, she felt very much the same.
“Yes, to the pleasure of new people’s meat,” she replied with a smoldering gaze, clinking her glass with his then taking a respectable drink. Her eyes flicked down between his legs, filthy thoughts running through her mind.
Rykker’s cock twitched hard, nearly causing him to jump out of his seat. With a surprised look on his face he downed his drink as well then slid closer to his companion for what was looking to shape up to be a very interesting night.
The pair chatted about all manner of things. What life on Earth was like, how Rykker had trained long and hard for his place in this society, as well as less consequential topics as they enjoyed one another’s company. The food smelled amazing, and they dined incredibly well, Olivia sampling a fascinating assortment of local specialties. It was wonderful, but nothing could beat the scent of the man next to her. It made for a very interesting meal, with the two of them sliding closer and closer together until dessert came around, by which point they were pressed quite firmly against one another.
“Shall we go for a stroll?” Rykker asked as they stepped off the lift disc upon arriving at the surface.
“I was thinking of going home.”
“Ah. Of course,” he replied, hiding his disappointment.
“You’ll escort me, won’t you?”
“Naturally.”
“And will you join me for a drink?”
Realization dawned on him like the rays of the sunrise, a smile spreading across his lips as he slid his arm around her waist, leading her on their way.
“I would very much like that,” he said, giving her a little squeeze that made her feel positively weak in the knees.
He was so strong, his body like chiseled rock, and yet he was simultaneously warm and soft in just the right way. Olivia slid her arm around his back, her hand coming to rest on the top of his spectacular ass.
Hot damn, she marveled as they walked, more turned on with every step, her new runes itching slightly, but the sensation not nearly as distracting as the burning ball of tingling tension building in her belly.
They reached her place in no time, skipping the scenic route for a more direct one.
“Well, this is me,” she said, opening the door. “You still up for a drink?”
“Quite up,” he replied, their eyes locking, their intentions clear.
Rykker stepped inside, the door sealing behind them as he lifted her up in his massive arms, holding her close as he pressed his lips to hers. It was a moment full of pent-up passion, and yet this enormous man held back, like a powerful beast all bottled up, delivering the most tender of kisses sending electric shocks right through Olivia’s core.
“Mmmh,” she groaned, her tongue probing his lips on instinct, pushing its way into his mouth, tasting his saliva as his tongue danced with hers, a shiver coursing through his body so hard he nearly stumbled.
“Are you okay?”
