I sucked in a breath as a sudden realization hit me. My cock was half hard, and getting harder by the second.
What the hell?I thought, stunned.
I stared down at my thighs. There it was, plain as day—my erection tenting the pink onesie.
Heat flooded my cheeks. On top of being horny, I was seriously confused. Except for Zat’tor licking his thumb, nothing had happened. Did the fucking Horny Fairy zap me with her wand?
Maybe if I ignored it, it would go away on its own. I grabbed another fruit and bit hard, taking out my frustrations on it. But as I swallowed the juicy flesh, my cock throbbed as if it had been touched. The sensation startled me. I yelped.
“Is everything all right?” Zat’tor asked.
My heart raced. “Fine,” I replied stiffly.
Everything was so not fine. Who the hell got horny eatingfruit?
Slightly panicking now, I gazed across the table at my crewmates for help. But I noticed something odd. Their faces were flushed, too. They shuffled in their seats, as if sitting uncomfortably, but continued to eat fruit like nothing was wrong.
As I stared at the food on the table, a realization slowly dawned on me.
Did the fruit have an aphrodisiac effect? That explained my random sudden-onset boner.
Sweat beaded my forehead. My face felt hot. I wanted to shift the way I was sitting, but I couldn’t do it without rubbing my cock against my thighs and shooting a burst of arousal through my body.
Did the fruit function the same way for Maeleons, or just us humans?
I glanced curiously at Zat’tor. He looked the same as ever—handsome and sexy.
Fuck.
My balls ached with need. Memories of my tryst with Zat’tor replayed in my head. I craved the feeling of his tentacles wrapped around my cock, milking me for all I had...
My head spun. Obviously, all the blood had rushed elsewhere. I had to get out of here before I passed out.
I stood up from the bench with shaky knees. Trying to keep my voice steadier than my legs, I said, “This has been wonderful, but I need to, ah, go to the bathroom.”
Zat’tor’s ears perked. He stood up immediately.
“You look unwell. I will help you,” he offered.
There was no room for argument. His authoritative tone sent a tingle of pleasure across my skin.
“Okay,” I said.
Zat’tor gently took me by the arm and led me away from the table. His scaly hand touching me set my blood on fire. I was short of breath, almost dizzy with arousal. I bit my lip. I was glad we were leaving the feast because my erection was painfully obvious. It strained against the pink onesie like there was a flashlight sticking out of my leg. If I didn’t get my needs met soon, I felt like I’d explode.
By the time we reached Zat’tor’s nest, my heart was pounding a mile a minute. My skin was hotter and sweatier than a sauna.
Zat’tor stared me down. “You are aroused,” he stated.
That much was plain as day.
“Yes,” I managed to say. Clearing my throat, I asked, “Are those fruits... supposed to do that?”
Zat’tor looked confused a moment, then nodded. “I forgot to explain our customs. When we celebrate with a feast, it’s meant to be followed by sex.”
All the blood rushed away from my head and down to my other head.
“Oh,” I said meekly.
