Tiril watches me, and I'm sure he's also picking up on the electrical impulses of my heart. I would love to study his brain and do some eye tests…but any electrical goods I give him he could destroy with a touch, and given our limited capabilities, I'm not willing to risk our tech.
He holds the laces at the front of his pants, as if he's about to free his dick, but he's waiting. Waiting on me, I realize. Oh my God, he expects me to hold the jar?
Did he actually think I would give him a hand job?
It would give me the opportunity to take a good look at what he referred to as his mating equipment. But that wouldn't be professional. However, I'm sure I've crossed that line several times already.
"I shouldn't hold the jar."
"And why is that? You had no trouble collecting the other samples." There's a curve to his lips, and while I can't tell from his voice or his actual words, I think he might be teasing me.
I'm not quite sure how to respond, because he is right. I did collect the other samples. But if he were an animal, I would've sedated him and collected it by sticking a needle in his balls. If he were unconscious, I'd be able to take a good look without him being aware of how much I was looking. If he were an animal, I wouldn't be interested in looking.
No, I want to find out what's in his pants for my own personal interest.
"It doesn't seem appropriate given that getting off is usually done in private. I can leave the lab if you would rather be alone." I should leave the lab and give him some privacy to collect the sample.
"If you would feel more comfortable, then leave. But I do not mind if you watch. Besides, don't you want to see the rest of my body, so you can take notes about it?" He tugs the laces, and his pants loosen. His fingers stroke the hidden length, and I watch, transfixed.
He gives the laces another pull and I glimpse the head of his cock.
"Make up your mind, Chloe, it's your choice."
I lift my gaze, knowing I've been staring at his dick. "I'll take notes."
My voice is tight.
I don't need to take notes on him jerking off, but at least I can document what aliens have in their pants. Not that thecolony leaders will care about that. No, this is something I will keep to myself. Though I will need to process all the biological information.
I pull the stool closer, though not too close, and I hold my tablet like a shield. It's the only thing keeping this vaguely respectable. When I hand him the jar, the claws on the tips of his fingers brush against my skin. My heartbeat triples, and the curiosity sinks low in my belly to become a quiver of desire.
I sit on the hard stool, too aware of my clit and the slickness of my pussy.
Some scientist I am.
This is like some weird fantasy that says far too much about me. I shouldn't be enjoying this.
Tiril lets his pants fall to the floor.
For a couple of heartbeats, I stare at the cloth wrapped around his ankles before letting my gaze drift higher. I take in the thickness of his calves and the fair hair that dusts his skin. The way his knees look so similar to mine.
His thighs are thick and covered in the same fair hair. Hanging between his thighs are two heavy sacks.
Confirming our earlier discussion, the aliens—I need to stop calling him that because I am the alien here—that the Honey have balls. I draw in a breath, taking another heartbeat before allowing my eyes to focus on the thick length of his cock. That is not the same as a human man's. For a start it's big, much bigger than anything I've seen on human man. Though it is in proportion to him and given that he's about eight inches taller than the average guy, I shouldn't be surprised that his dick is longer. Thicker. With a pronounced ridge running along the underside and bumps along the top. His cock is so weighty, the head points towards me instead of jutting up.
"Do you want a photo for your records?" His voice is soft.
The device in my ear is not and I startle. Do I want a photo? Yes. But for my own personal benefit. And I do not think the colony leaders will appreciate dick pics in my official notes. "That's fine. I'll just make a note or two. What are the ridge and bumps for?"
He runs his thumb along the top to the tip. "They are pleasure bumps. Honey women also have them."
"They have dicks or the bumps?"
He laughs. A sound I am becoming used to hearing and starting to enjoy. "The bumps, they have a mating channel." He indicates beneath his balls to where the channel would be. "Are humans not the same? I should've asked my brother."
"I do not want to be thinking about your brother and my sister right now."
He wraps his fingers around his cock and gives himself a slow stroke. "Why is that? Are you envious?"
