This wasn’t like me. I didn’t get aroused easily. Except when I binge-ate alien aphrodisiac fruit, but that was different. There was no mind-altering fruit involved this time. It was just me and Linn’ar.
And he wasaffectingme. It was impossible to ignore the growing erection between my thighs.
I wanted to slap myself.
Did Linn’ar see it? I checked his expression, but he was in a world of his own pleasure, apparently ignorant of my traitorous rising cock.
Good. I wanted to keep it that way.
I stepped behind him to hide my arousal as much as possible while I continued working. I moved on to the next feeler. I chose one in a different section of his mane to gather a variety of data. Taking it gently in my hand, I pressed the measuring tape against it.
Linn’ar shivered, letting out a soft moan.
I stopped.
My cock throbbed.
Goddammit. How was I supposed to work in these conditions?
Through sheer force of will, I took the fucking measurements. And the next ones. By the time I noted down the length of the fourth feeler, I was painfully hard. How could I not be when Linn’ar jerked and groaned every time I touched him?
I bit my lip hard enough to hurt. The sharp sting distracted me from my lust, but only for a second.
This wasn’t working. I had to either postpone this research session or deal with my dick.
My brain wanted the former, but of course, my body craved the latter.
Too bad. I wasn’t about to bow to its whims. In an act of defiance against my raging hormones, I decided to put an end to this.
I expelled a heavy sigh. “Linn’ar, maybe it’s best that we—”
“No,” Linn’ar interrupted desperately. “Please, don’t stop.”
I froze.
He... wanted me to continue?
Turning his head, he shot me a pleading look with glassy magenta eyes. It fired through me like an arrow. I couldn’t refuse.
My desires warred inside me—science versus horniness. It was the ultimate battle. Who would win?
Fuck it. If I had no choice but to be aroused, I was at least going to take some alien dick measurements while going down.
“I won’t stop,” I promised. “But I—I want to measure your cock, please.”
It sounded ridiculous, but I was so beyond caring. Thankfully, Linn’ar was the least judgmental being in the universe. I could say anything to him without worry.
“Oh, yes, of course,” he said breathlessly.
Excitement sparked over my skin. I craned my neck, eager to see it emerge. But seeing it from behind wasn’t enough. Screw my visible erection. Throwing modesty to the wind, I rounded to face Linn’ar and see his cloaca up close.
My gaze was glued to the slit between his haunches. Linn’ar shuddered as the scales slowly parted.
It emerged.
Slipping out from the depths of his cloaca came a long, thick, shiny organ. My heartbeat raced. It kept coming and coming—it felt like it would go on forever, spanning the whole orchard. Butit finally stopped, and I revelled in the sight of the whole thing. Of Linn’ar’s entire alien cock in all its slippery glory.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. It was big. Bigger than I expected, even with all of Levi’s ranting and raving about his mate’s package. Levi was known to exaggerate. But he didn’t exaggeratethis.
