Chapter Six
Fern
Bad, bad, bad, idea. What the hell, Fern?
It’s too late to take it back now. Gam leans into me. Panic floods my body. His stupid magic hair comes toward me, one thick lock on either side of my head. The ends glow with a bright, white filament. The color flashes in my peripheral vision and then the strands lightly connect to my temples.
I’m in a sci-fi movie. A very bad, low budget sci-fi movie.
“Wait, wait, wait. Can we talk about this?”
A growl or something rumbles from his throat. Those inky black eyes lock onto mine. Just as I wish I could read his expression, a spackle of starlight dots across his midnight sclera in a burst of soft, twinkling silver. It’s like the curtain of little stick-on stars I had on the ceiling of my room when I was little. I’d turn out the lights and the ceiling would glow, comforting me.
A warm flush goes through my limbs. Flexing my fingers, I can’t resist, and go lax in the chair. Breathing hard, suddenly becoming mushy and pliable, I slump down in the seat. My eyes remain locked on his, the stardust mesmerizing me.
Something soft caresses the outsides of my arms. Then my shoulders, and neck. My legs and feet. The touches come from both sides now, all over my body, like invisible masseuses working the muscles and knots from my weary body. I moan.
I will give you pleasure.
Gam’s voice infiltrates my mind.
Yeah, you will, big guy. Yeah, you will.
My eyelids grow heavy and suddenly the starlight is gone, but the sensations in my body only get better. Every now and then, an uncomfortable tickle of electricity jolts through me, as if he’s pulling a net of sparks off my skin. My subconscious knows what he’s doing. He’s going to find the route to Earth. And the scary King is going to send his henchmen there for nefarious purposes while the human race exposes their bellies and takes it.
We’ve got enough problems without these scaly guys showing up.
A weak plea to stop filters through my mind but it’s pointless and worthless. He’s giving me the best massage of my life. Sensual caresses, so smooth and tingly, running all over my body…
A girl could get used to this.
If it wasn’t being given by an alien who’s trying to find a way to my planet.
“Stop, okay enough. You can stop now.”
Weakly, I try and push out of my chair, but my muscles won’t work. A jolt of pleasure runs between my breasts, shocking the hell out of me as it darts over my abdomen and right between my legs. My most sensitive region comes to tingly life, sparking and pulsing with a feel-good sensation that sends me back into the chair with another moan.
Clamping my thighs together, I try and stop the feeling. My cheeks heat as the part of my brain that can still think realizes this is mortifying. But the naughty part of my brain just wants to feel the orgasmic-like sparks and roll with it. I am not a wanton person.
I am not a hussy.
This is scandalous. I’m in a chair, fully clothed, being sensually caressed by an alien. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched that I don’t seem to care. He’s blocking my inhibitions; he has to be.
Succumb to me.
What do you think I’m doing, you jerk? Oh. Oh, oh yeah, that’s good. Okay, Gam. Whew.
My cheeky voice singsongs in my mind as I sink into the feelings and exist there, forgetting everything but the rising heat on my skin and the urgent build of sensation between my legs. Yeah, this is weird. There’s no way around that. It’s weird, and a little nasty. But I can’t control it. My reactions don’t belong to me anymore. I’m No Control Fern, just along for the ride while he… while he…
A burst of pleasure tornados between my legs. Jerking in the chair, I clamp my legs as tightly closed as I can. They might be spread eagled; I don’t know. The feeling rushes over me, again, and again, followed by the pull of electricity from my skin. He pulls and pulls, harder, forcing my lifeforce out of me, I swear. The pleasure increases, too, as if to cancel out the pain or conceal it. A jagged, rugged groan fractures as it leaves my throat as I get closer, closer, oh God! The jumping off point is right there and I need it. I need itso bad.
“I am finished.”
Gam’s voice sounds far away as the pleasure and pain both stop, leaving me oddly cold and irritatingly unsatisfied.
“What?” Looking down, I realize I’m still in the chair. My body sparks with the angry remnants of unfulfilled release.
“That’s freaking typical,” I shout. “Glad to know men are the same across the galaxies. Thanks for nothing.”
