I’m almost asleep when a change in the air rouses me. Warm, humid mist coats my skin. A pleasant scent wafts around us. I look around but figure that I’m dreaming. We’re in a large three-sided room with an incredible view of the night sky. Three moons are suspended in the midnight sky—reminding me of Gam’s eyes. Giant tree trunks line my view. One by one, massive fronds unfurl from the trunks and branch out, reaching for the sky. Small, winged creatures fly from the fronds as they open and dart into the line of the moon.
An infinity pool appears to hang over the open edge. The water is smooth and perfect and flawlessly reflects the silver and pink hues of the moons.
He sets me on my feet.
“You will sleep well after soaking in the waters. The waters of Tala Furi are very soothing.”
The night breeze is warm, seductive even. It’s the kind of breeze that washes over your bare skin on a balmy summer’s night when you’re lying in the grass in a crop top and shorty-shorts, daydreaming about true love and kisses from cute boys. Only, I’m on an alien planet, wearing prisoner clothes, standing next to a reptilian humanoid while staring at a sky with three moons.
Strangely, the effect is the same.
I glance at him, then back to the pool and imagine the warm water sliding over my bare skin. He begins to undress, dropping his clothes in a trail as he walks to the pool. First off are the boots, then the body conforming black shirt, next the leather-like pants. A low breath seeps out of me at the view of his tight ass. It’s thick and round and hard, the kind of ass you want to take a bite out of.
Gam probably bites back.
He moves his hair from his shoulders and gathers it with both hands. The moons dance over his pale skin, highlighting every inch of him with a gorgeous angelic glow. His bare muscles catch every highlight and dip of contrast. For the briefest moment, he appears as if he’s been painted by the most skilled hand. Stepping into the pool, he goes to his waist before glancing at me. His eyes glow silver and I catch my breath.
He is pure artistry. I forget that I’m suspicious of him. I forget a lot of things as he beckons me with the curl of one strong finger. I hesitate and he motions again.The side view of his massive chest fills me with sudden and complete lust. Screw daydreaming about cute boys. This cosmic, strange man is the hottest male I’ve ever seen. His body is human, but not. Corded and muscled in all the same places, yet his thighs are bigger, his abdomen longer with more cut abdominals. The deep valley of his spine is hugged by embankments of toned muscles. I could study him for hours, days, and never learn him completely.
Years, then, I think. I’ll need years.
“Fern,” he growls. “Come to me.”
He turns slightly, holding out his hand, beckoning me. But my eyes drop to the profile of his cock, slightly arched, wide, and huge. The root must be as thick around as my wrist.
With a small grin, he turns back and steps down fully into the pool, his magnificent body disappearing beneath the water. Closing his eyes, he leans back, outstretches his arms and sighs deeply.
“I am waiting for you, human.”
Have I been waiting for him, too?
Chapter Eight
She does not come to me as I had hoped.
Fern remains rooted to the spot where I set her on her feet. I know she is deeply tired, but I sense that is not what keeps her from me. Her expressions suggested that she appreciated my body, but when she saw myaxa,something happened. I believe it scared her, which leads me to wonder what a human male’saxalooks like. Perhaps she has not yet mated and the sight of it frightens her.
Or perhaps I am lacking compared to a human male. I am certainly not lacking compared to my own kind. It should not matter what she thinks of my body or my mating parts. That is not why I brought her to the pool. I wish for her to relax and prepare for many hours of rest.
My mind strays to the image of her in the cell, the blanket fluttering to her feet and revealing her naked, human body. I’ve never seen such an arrangement of femaleness before. High, full, breasts. Wide ribs. A short waist with full softness over her abdomen. The hair between her legs suggested her mating parts are between her thighs, as with females of my species.
Talarion females are long, slender, with palpable bone and muscle structures. Their hair is thick and corded like mine, not a soft ball of fluff like the human. Their breasts are small and set wider apart, and their abdomens are only full when with child.
My hands desire to feel Fern’s soft, round body, to explore all the places she is full where Talarions are taut. I am attracted to the differences in her human body, and I crave to experience the lushness between my palms.
Myaxastirs beneath the water. My memory of her body caused it to swell and ache. Perhaps it is best that she doesn’t join me now. She was nervous to see my mating parts soft. What would she think to find it long and hard?
She shuffles her feet and then kicks out of the soft shoes that match her prisoner outfit. Slipping her hands beneath her tunic, she pulls the drawstring of the pants and lets them fall. Her jaw clenches, then relaxes as she stands there in nothing but the shirt. It falls well past her legs, covering almost all of her. Save for a slip of bare leg with firm, smooth, tanned skin gleaming in the moonlight.
Closing my eyes again, I will myself to relax against the edge of the pool. I wish for her to relax. This is her time, not mine to mate her body with my eyes. Though I’m not looking, I clearly hear the rustle of fabric as it leaves her body, and then falls to the ground.
Myaxaaches with the need for pleasure and release. It has been too long since I’ve been to the communal pleasure temple for relief. Pleasuring myself in the company of others doesn’t appeal to me now. Not with Fern nearby. What would she think if I took her there and showed her the open pleasure my people enjoy?
My thoughts are not helping and if I keep this up, I’ll be forced to use my hand.
The water laps and ripples as she slides into the pool. I feel her across from me and when I look, I find her back to me. She’s rested her arms on the open end of the pool and is gazing out at the moons and trees. I hope that she finds my world beautiful, even as I feel her longing for her own.
“Earth has one moon,” she says quietly. “One moon and one sun. Our galaxy is called the Milky Way and it’s beautiful.”
