No big deal.
Linn’ar arched his back as I stroked him. A glazed pleasure washed over his expression, and a trill vibrated in his throat. The sound intrigued me. Actually, everything about him intrigued me—and I slowly came to realize that it wasn’t just because he was an alien.
I slammed the door on that thought like it was an unwanted solicitor. No thank you, hormones influencing my feelings. Not interested.
I shut down my mind and focused only on my task. I was good at that. I shifted into tunnel vision, putting all my energy into pleasuring Linn’ar. He reacted positively to my touch. His feelers pulsed with every imaginable color—possibly even ones I couldn’t perceive with human eyes. His claws dug into the soil. His tail thrashed. Little growls and moans of pleasure spilled from his maw. I caught glimpses of his sharp fangs, finding myself thrilled by them.
It felt... good that he liked this.
I didn’t think too hard about what that meant. Clenching my eyes shut, I worked my hands faster, matching the rhythm of Linn’ar’s whimpers and bucking hips.
I opened my eyes just in time to see a neon blue flash pulse over his erection. I stared, awed at the contrasting colors. It sounded weird, but I’d never found an erection so beautiful.
I flinched as something unexpectedly touched my bare arms. It was the tips of Linn’ar’s tentacles grasping me ever so gently—like in the throes of his passion, he couldn’t bear not to touch me.
I relaxed, letting it happen. It was all right. It kind of felt good, in a way.
Then the explosion came. Linn’ar’s body went rigid, his muscles seizing. A second later, he released a guttural, raw sound. I hesitated to call it a scream—it wasn’t a human scream, or an animal’s cry. I couldn’t compare it to any sound I’d heard.
The only thing I knew for sure was that it made me really fucking hard. As if I didn’t have that problem already. Shit.
But I didn’t have time to think about my own urges. As Linn’ar came, a huge spurt of golden fluid shot from the tip of his cock. It was thick and viscous, almost like honey.
My brain came back to life. I scrabbled for my nearby vials. That turned out to be unnecessary because by the time Linn’ar was spent, there was enough ejaculate to fill an industrial sink.
I scooped up a healthy sample. That made me feelsomewhatproductive. Otherwise... I’d just jerked him off for the fun of it. And that wasn’t a possibility. I wasn’t like Levi—I didn’t do such crass things.
Linn’ar gasped for breath. The rapid bursts of color all over his body slowed down and returned to normal.
“Your hands felt very nice,” he said.
The earnest compliment made me blush. “You’re welcome,” I managed. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was so turned on I could barely speak.
It suddenly hit me how mortifying this was. I was naked and hard in public, and there was alien cum on my hands. Anybody could’ve walked by and seen me. If this happened on Earth, I’d have been laughed out of my good academic standing. I would’ve lost my job. I would’ve lost everything I worked so hard for my entire life.
Dear god. I had to escape before I died of embarrassment.
“I have to go,” I blurted out, clambering to my feet.
I didn’t wait for Linn’ar’s response. I bolted out of the orchard without looking back.
6 /Linn’ar
Confused,I sat there in a pool of my own pollen.
Why did Jaeyoung run off? I didn’t even get the chance to return the sexual favor.
I rose to my feet with a sigh. My pollen was already soaking into the soil. I couldn’t help but be disappointed. If that pollen was inside of Jaeyoung, it would’ve nourished him. He might’ve even gotten pregnant. Instead, it was simply providing nutrients to the soil. Oh well.
I was worried about the sudden way he ran off. I thought we made a breakthrough in communication, but he still wouldn’t tell me everything. Humans were so preoccupied with hiding their feelings.
Earlier, I had the urge to press my feelers into Jaeyoung’s skin. That way he would’ve felt exactly what I felt—how goodhemade me feel.
But he was already so flighty, like a jittery little insectoid. I don’t think he would’ve appreciated the sudden invasion of my feelers.
Before I followed Jaeyoung’s trail, I noticed the pile of things he left behind. The body coverings, the onesie we made together, and his research tools. I frowned. Those were all important tohim. I picked them up with my tentacles, careful not to jostle the tools in case they were breakable, then set off after him.
It didn’t take long to catch up. By the entrance to the orchard, I saw Jaeyoung’s familiar dark-headed figure. But he wasn’t alone. A pair of Maeleons were conversing with him.
