I still couldn’t breathe. I was almost afraid to, like if I inhaled, I’d shatter the illusion. But it wasn’t an illusion. I wasn’t dreaming. This was real.
Finally, because my body grew annoyed at having no oxygen, I sucked in a soft breath. I reached down with shaky hands. When I touched my own stretched skin, my spine tingled. This was part of me. The baby was in there.
Without warning, tears sprang to my eyes. Emotion choked me as I let out a half sob, half laugh. It was the most wonderful thing I’d ever felt.
“Levi, are you all right?” Zat’tor prompted, his brow furrowed in concern.
“I’m good,” I murmured. “Don’t worry. It’s just...” I trailed off, not knowing how to even finish that sentence. This burst dam of feeling couldn’t be put into words. Facing him with tear-streaked cheeks, I smiled. “I’m happy, Zat’tor.”
My alien mate mirrored my expression. Then he licked the tears off my face.
“Ew,” I said, laughing. “Here, give me your hands.”
Zat’tor offered his large, clawed hands. I took them gently in mine, wondering at our differences. His skin didn’t feel like human flesh, but it wasn’t quite scales either. It was a strange, exotic mix of both that felt deliciously smooth to the touch.
I guided Zat’tor’s hands to my newly rounded belly. His expression softened as his palms nestled into the curve.
“So warm,” he murmured. He smiled, his shining eyes meeting mine. “So beautiful.”
I sighed contentedly, turning into a mushy pile of goo beneath Zat’tor’s compliments. I’d never get tired of waking up to his adoring praise.
As Zat’tor caressed my belly, I began to moan. I angled my body as close as possible. His touch felt so good. Maybe there was some Maeleon magic in his palms or something.
“Zat’tor,” I murmured.
He made a growl-trill sound that vibrated in his throat. I shivered in anticipation. He was so different than a human man. Every distinct sound and movement he made injected excitement into my blood. How could anyone go back to humans after this?
“Levi,” Zat’tor growled softly. “I smell arousal on you.”
I blushed. “You’re feeling me up. I can’t help it.”
His tentacles wrapped around my back, cradling me. “I will take care of you.”
When he said it, he meant it.
There was no point in refusing him—not that I wanted to. What was better than a loving handjob first thing in the morning? It wasn’t like I had any obligations. On Eukaria, I had no strict schedule. I didn’t have to leap out of bed at 5 AM to get ready for work. I didn’t have to stress about what my boss or co-workers thought of me. I was no longer bound to the soul-crushing capitalist grind of Earth.
I could justbe.
So, I released a deep breath and let Zat’tor touch me. His supple tentacles followed the curve of my lower back and ass while his hands fondled my cock and balls. My bones felt like they’d turned to jelly. I groaned into his chest.
“Feels so damn good,” I moaned, barely coherent. Arousal surged through my veins, making my skin prickle with electricity.
“I would like to try something,” Zat’tor said suddenly.
Whatever it was, it was bound to be incredible. “Go for it,” I said.
Zat’tor’s feelers gently floated into the air, buoying like jellyfish arms as they drifted towards me. My eyes widened curiously. Out of everything, his feelers were the most ‘alien’ body part. My mind still couldn’t comprehend how they’d entered me and felt what I felt. Did he intend to do that now?
My theory was confirmed when the silky tips of Zat’tor’s feelers landed on my body. They were everywhere—my neck, my shoulders, my back, my hips, my belly. I shivered at the delicately soft sensation.
At the same time, Zat’tor also shivered.
“They let you experience my sensations, right?” I asked.
“Yes, and more,” he replied. “It lets me match the wavelength of your soul. I feel everything you do, Levi.”
I didn’t fully understand, but it sounded intimate. And hot. It made me want to do better, to feel more pleasure so Zat’tor could experience it, too.
