“Shall we enter the pool?”
I was so distracted by Zat’tor’s touchy-feely tentacles that I’d forgotten about the mystical pond. I agreed, wanting to see it for myself and to cool off. Zat’tor wrapped one tentacle around my waist as he led me to the base of the waterfall. He didn’t seem to want to break physical contact. That was a nice change compared to some of my past lays who didn’t even want me staying the night.
At the base of the falls, Zat’tor stepped into the pool of water. It was light blue with a slight pink shimmer. The colors reminded me of early morning dawn.
“Come,” he urged.
I tentatively dipped my toe into the water. It was the perfect temperature, just the right kind of cold that my body quickly adapted to. The cool waves provided relief from the heat and my feverish skin.
“Does it please you?” Zat’tor asked.
I sighed happily. “A lot of things about this please me.”
“Good.” There was an inhuman rumble in his voice, like a growl. “I only want to give you pleasure, Levi.”
An electric jolt zapped down my spine. Why did he keep saying such sexy things? Was he teasing me, or did he really mean it?
One look into Zat’tor’s eyes gave me the answer. They smoldered bright orange as they focused single-mindedly on me. It was honestly a bit overwhelming. Nobody—humanoralien—had ever gazed at me the way Zat’tor did.
“Why?” I asked, mirroring his favorite question back at him.
Zat’tor blinked. “Why do I want to give you pleasure? Is it not obvious? You are my filum.”
Again, my ITM couldn’t translate the word.
“You’ve said that before, but I don’t know what it means,” I told him.
Zat’tor seemed confused. “I do not comprehend. Humans do not have filum?”
I shook my head. “Nope. My translation device won’t even attempt to localize it for me, so I guess there’s no direct comparison to humankind.”
This took Zat’tor off guard for a few beats. It seemed like I’d just shaken his worldview by not understanding that Maeleon concept. I almost felt guilty, like I was a tourist who’d visited a foreign country and didn’t even bother learning how to say ‘hello’ in the local tongue.
“It is much to explain,” he finally said. “I don’t know if I can without thinking about it.”
“It’s okay, don’t stress over it.” I smiled. “Why don’t you, erm... keep touching me instead?”
That was apparently a welcome distraction from his thoughts. Zat’tor swept towards me, his bulky body causing large ripples in the water. My skin prickled with anticipation even before Zat’tor’s tentacles caressed my sides. A small moan escaped me as the soft, supple flesh danced across my skin. It was too much to take. Beneath the water’s surface, my cock jumped at every touch, invigorated by Zat’tor’s attention.
“Oh,” Zat’tor said, sounding delighted. “You have a tentacle, too. Although yours is small, and short, and has no suction cups.”
My eyes snapped open. When I looked down, I was aghast. My cock had gotten so hard that it poked above the water on full display. My hands flew to cover it.
“Th-that’s not a tentacle,” I blurted, my face burning hot. “That’s my... penis.”
“Your penis is very cute,” Zat’tor said cheerily.
I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t so mortified. Zat’tor’s touches weren’t inherently sexual—he was just exploring my body. Had he meant to turn me on, or was I a pervert who couldn’t control his libido?
“Actually, just call it my cock,” I mumbled, still covering it.
“Your cock is very cute.”
My cheeks burned hotter than the fire at the crash site. “Maybe we can stop talking about it.”
“Why? And why do you hold your hands over it? I wish to see it.”
I reminded myself for the millionth time that Zat’tor didn’t feel shame about body parts the way humans did. Huffing, I lowered my hands, letting my junk hang out in its full glory.
