“I have not yet pollinated you. Your body demands it,” Linn’ar explained.
I blinked at him, feeling wild with lust. “Yeah. I want it.”
Linn’ar’s eyes seemed to glow. His tentacles languidly worked my cock while his feeler pulsed, sharing our pleasure back and forth. His cock was deeper inside me than ever. The sight of the massive thing stretching my body broke my brain. It was so fucking erotic, I couldn’t stand it. How many times would I ejaculate tonight?
A loud growl tore from Linn’ar’s throat. His claws tightened on my thighs, gripping me harder. His pace sped up. My eyes rolled back into my head as he fucked me faster. I couldn’t think. I barely remembered to breathe. It felt like my body was being pushed to the absolute limit, and yet, everything felt so easy, so natural. All I had to do was lie there and let my alien ravage me, fucking me like a toy until he was satisfied.
An explosion of ecstasy poured through Linn’ar’s feeler. His raw, feral scream echoed in the den. My choked cry joined his as I came again—but it was nothing compared to Linn’ar’s orgasm.A flood of warm, gooey liquid filled every crevice within me. His cock, still inside, throbbed and twitched, brushing up against my sensitive hole, shooting sparks of pleasure everywhere.
It never seemed to end. As I blinked and caught my breath, I still felt the gush of pollen coming out of Linn’ar. I remembered how much he ejaculated at the orchard. Did he come evenmorethis time? I half-expected it to trickle out of my mouth. But like his cock, the obscene amount of ejaculate didn’t hurt, or even feel uncomfortable. It seemed to just... melt into me, the same way his feeler did.
I was too exhausted to think about it any harder. My brain had gone out the window the second I took a bite of the aphrodisiac fruit. Who gave a shit? What mattered was that I was satisfied and happy.
When Linn’ar eased out of me, a gush of pollen followed. I shivered at the amount that spilled out. No way was that all of it. I was convinced his pollen ‘disappeared’ into my body.
He slowly retracted his cock back into his cloaca, then lay next to me. He smelled so good. I huddled closer to him and buried my hot, sweaty face in his cool chest.
His chest vibrated pleasantly with a purr-like sound. It lulled me into a peaceful, half-asleep state. With his arms draped across my back and my face nestled into his chest, I felt totally safe and protected.
Maybe it was nice not to have any brain cells once in a while...
12 /Linn’ar
I woketo rustling in the bed. In my half-asleep state, I assumed a small creature was rummaging around the kofotta fibers, perhaps burying some seeds. But when I opened my eyes, I saw Jaeyoung scribbling in his notepad.
“When did you get that?” I asked through a wide yawn.
“Grabbed it while you were still asleep. Then I came back to bed with you because it’s cozy,” he answered, not lifting his eyes from the page.
That was fine with me. I lazily draped my tentacles across his back. I felt the motion of his shoulder blades as he scribbled his words.
“What are you writing about?” I asked.
“Everything. I have to write it all down so I don’t forget.”
I had a feeling he didn’t mean the actual experience of sexual intercourse.Thatwas unforgettable.
“You are doing research, even now,” I remarked with a soft chuff of laughter.
A grin curled the corner of his mouth. “That’s what I do.”
“Shall I help?” I offered, pointing to the tools on his desk with my tentacle.
He met my gaze with a fond smile. “You know what? That’s not a bad idea.”
After sharing a quick bite to eat, we got to work. It pleased me that Jaeyoung accepted my offer this time. He was so closed-off at first, too caught up in his pursuit of doing everything himself. Now I felt his heart unfurling like a flower in the morning sun.
“Could you hold this, Linn’ar?” Jaeyoung asked.
He handed me a thin, long tube, and I grasped it delicately between my fingers. “What is this?”
“A thermometer. Now pop it in my mouth and hold it there until the red part stops moving.”
“A thurm-ome’tur,” I repeated.
All his strange tools were fascinating. I did as he asked, placing the object in his mouth for a few seconds. Then he pulled away, glanced at the item, and wrote a few numbers on the page.
“Slightly elevated, but not quite a fever. No cause for alarm,” he said. “That must mean my body doesn’t recognize any biological changes as invasive bodies.”
