Swallowing hard, my gaze drifted to his lower half. He had no exposed genitalia, similar to a reptile. Stupid mammals with our junk hanging out. Why did evolution ever thinkthatwas a good idea?
“And you, er, aren’t... vulnerable like I am,” I finished. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew they made no sense and would only confuse Zat’tor further. I sighed heavily. “Never mind, it’s easier just to show you.”
I turned around so my back was to him. “Do you see those small red buttons at the back of my neck?”
“Yes.”
“Do me a favor and press them.”
Could I have done it myself? Yes. But I selfishly wanted Zat’tor to do it. If I was gonna strip in front of an alien, I may as well enjoy myself. Being on the receiving end of his attention filled my chest with a warm, wispy feeling, so why not milk it while I could?
I barely felt the gentle touch of Zat’tor’s fingers as he pressed the buttons. My hard suit hissed quietly as the mechanism unlocked and the bulky front plate detached from my chest. I removed it, placing it on the ground, then stepped out of the connected leg pieces.
As I stood there fully nude with my butt facing Zat’tor, my heart hammered in my throat. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been naked in front of anyone, never mind such an attractive individual.
But Zat’tor wasn’t human. I had to remind myself of that. He was a Maeleon—as such, he carried no human shame or judgment. He wasn’t comparing the way my body looked to supermodels. He had no frame of reference for that, and even if he did, I doubted he’d do it.
Suddenly, I felt the caress of supple skin on my hips. I inhaled out of instinct, but didn’t flinch away. When I glanced down, I saw the fleshy ends of Zat’tor’s teal tentacles on my waist.
“H-hey,” I said. “What are you doing?”
“You gave me permission to touch you,” Zat’tor reminded me. “Should I stop?”
“No,” I blurted way faster than I meant to. “I mean, it’s okay.”
“You are too shy, Levi,” Zat’tor mused. “For what purpose do you hide your body, and your emotions?”
As he spoke, he ran his tentacles down my sides. I shivered at the silky sensation. Why did that feel so good?
“I... I don’t know,” I admitted.
Zat’tor stepped closer to my back. I felt the warmth of his breath against my skin. “Then release that guilt and shame.”
I shuddered again. Was it that easy? He made it sound so simple. I bit my lip, unsure if I could let go of years’ worth of internalized self-consciousness.
But... Zat’tor’s comment wasn’t a suggestion, was it? It was more like a command.
If a seven-foot-tall buff alien ordered me to submit to him, how could I refuse?
Okay, Levi, now you sound like an over-the-top damsel,I mentally chided myself.
Still, I tried to take Zat’tor’s words to heart. Remembering my pilot training, I let out a long exhale and relaxed my muscles. It was an exercise taught at the academy to steady a racing heart rate. I couldn’t say how much it helped though, because as soon as Zat’tor’s tentacles roamed to my bare chest, my heart skipped a few beats.
“You are delicate,” Zat’tor remarked. “Very soft and smooth, like a flower petal.”
I blushed. As a man, I wasn’t used to being compared to a flower as a compliment, but it was nice coming from him.
“Thanks,” I murmured.
The fleshy suction cups travelled across the plane of my chest. It felt foreign and bizarre, but in a pleasant way. Zat’tor treated me like a precious item. Even in his enthusiasm, he was gentle and slow, never rough or rushing.
My eyelids fluttered shut and I sighed contentedly. Being felt up by his tentacles was oddly soothing. I leaned my weight against Zat’tor’s broad, muscular chest, satisfied to let him do whatever he wanted.
If I went back in time and told myself I’d be on an alien planet for one day and already be willing to have a buff alien have his way with me, I would’ve laughed hysterically. But I was rapidly losing the ability to care. Zat’tor’s touch felt good, and he liked doing it. It was a win-win situation.
“There is perspiration all across your skin,” Zat’tor pointed out.
I nodded. “It’s hot. And... being touched makes me sweat, too.”
