“Oh, you know,” she starts to answer, her eyelids still determinedly closed, “justdisgusting thingslike overflowing sewage works and those scary chimp-monsters. Orsad thingslike abused animals and-” her words falter and I watch as she swallows uncomfortably. Still, her eyes remain closed. “And… one of the worst days of my life.”
I frown to myself and ask, “the day you were taken from your home?” It is a guess, but a good one, I think. I can only imagine what it must be like to be ripped from everything you’ve ever known. From talks with the other females, I have gathered that their homelands and Trixikka lands have many differences.
Her eyelids scrunch. “No,” she admits, letting out a long breath. “The day my dad chose hisotherfamily. After years of not thinking of it at all, it seems to be the only thing keeping thoughts of sex at bay.”
I do not fully understand the admission, but the raw, dry sound of her voice felt like it had stuck me with a gutting blade. I move to sit beside her. She doesn’t look at me, or open her eyes, but her back straightens so I know she can sense my nearness.The glow of the firelight bathes her mishi-colored hair and profile in gold, and I cannot help but stare at this perfect female brought to me by my dreams.
She is trying to distract herself from the effect the pollen is still wreaking upon her body. I wet my lips at the thought of her needing me in that way again. But first, she is seeking distraction. “Do you want to tell me about any of it?” I will not press her, but I one day hope to learn everything there is to know about my Polly. Her good, and bad days are mine to keep as well now… if she will accept me.
A zing of pain jolts my wing joint at the thought.
Polly’s hips start shifting and rotating where she sits as though seeking a rhythm of friction against her cunt. In fact, I’d wager my best spear that that is exactly what she is doing with her eyes still closed and her lip caught between her teeth.
“Not particularly,” she grinds out before her words taper off into a frustrated whimper.
I lean close to her, lightly nudging our shoulders. “Use me,little female.”
Those are the words that make Polly still, and her eyes finally blink open.
“I can help you with this -” I gesture to her with an open palm while clearing my throat, “-distractionyou are attempting, or you may have my mouth again. Whatever you wish.”
Polly’s eyes drop to my lips and I watch as her throat works down a swallow. “I… uh…” she continues to stare at my mouth before shaking herself, closing her eyes to me again. “I think I can ride this one out. I think… I think it will just go away this time.”
My eyes fall slowly down her frame, noting the way her hips have started to grind again.
I do not think she can ‘ride this one out’, as she says. But I will not press the issue.
“Alright,” I tell her, adjusting my swollen cock again as I try to ignore the scent of Polly’s growing desperation. “But my offer is there. It always will be.”
Snorting, Polly shakes her head. There’s a downward-turning smile on her lips but she’s still entertaining that swiveling motion and refuses to open her eyes. “These last few days have been so fucking weird. Abduction, aliens, evil sex flowers-” her brow creases in concentration as her hips grind harder, “- and now I’m being offered incredible oral sex on tap.”
I cannot help the grin as I lean closer to her. I do not understand every word, but my mind did latch onto one particular part. “Incredible?” Her spine straightens as though the sound of my nearness had sent a jolt through her body. “You would rank my cunt licking as highly as that, little mate?”
When Polly’s brows knit together and she lets out a low groan, all teasing drains from my mind. She is trying so hard to fight the pain and I am an idiot for goading her. She has not accepted our matehood yet. To her, this isn’t enjoyment, it is an embarrassment.
“Polly,” I urge, trying to make my voice soft. “Let me help you. Not for any goal but to ease your pain.” I watch as she shakes her head, sweat beading on her upper lip. Goddess, she is trying so hard to fight this. “I do not think it is going away any time soon. In fact, I think the urges will get stronger like they had before when you begged me. Let me help you,” I swallow, not really liking the taste of my next words. “Let me help you, not as a mate, but… as a friend.”
Something in my heart thudded painfully at the notion that Polly could be anything other than my mate, the other half of my everything -mine.
Slowly, she cracks open her eyes to regard me. She looks so tired, and confused, and just… resigned. “What, like…platonicpussy eating?”
Before I get a chance to ask Polly what her words even mean, she’s shaking her head again and taking a deep breath. “You know what?Yes,” she says, starting to lay back. “I think I need your help.” My eyes track her hands and the way her fingers hook into her leg coverings, starting to peel them down her body. “I need to dosomethingat least. I can’t stand the way this feels.”
Polly spreads herself before me, showing me how needy she is between her legs, demanding all my attention until I hear her say in a small voice, “I’m so sorry about this.”
Sorry? She issorry? My chest aches for the way she had said those words. Flicking my eyes up to hers, I move myself into position and I take my first, long, slow lick, making her head fall back with a soft thud. “You never have to be sorry for anything with me, little female.Never.”
Chapter 15 - Polly
You know, for someone who had never even seen a pussy before, Aloryk sure can eat.
Of course, the whole thing is embarrassing again when the ache of the pollen and the high of an orgasm subsides. I’d wanted to push his face away each time, but I didn’t. Practically all through the night, Aloryk had put his tongueto work, and I’ve never been so very grateful, so very wrung out, and so very mortified all at once.
Aloryk must be hurting too, and just as tired as I am. It’s crazy to me that back on Earth I’ve had boyfriends and hookups who would complain about doing this; saying I take too long to come, it’s too complicated to figure out what I like, or they just don’t like doing it - when here I have a guy who will lick my pussy all night long, while injured…platonically.
Well, not really platonically because I’m not sure that’s possible. Plus, he’s pretty convinced that I’m his girl even without their sparkly alien ‘mating marks’.
But still.
