Heat floods my cheeks, and my mouth opens even though I have no idea what to say. Am I? Maybe a little bit. Sabine is making a life away from the colony. But that is the easy way out. It's much harder to stay and make things better.
He keeps stroking. "When a Honey warrior mates, it is for life. We are bound to the woman who chooses us."
"Is that cultural or biological?" My voice is kind of strangled. And while the stylus hovers over the surface of the tablet, I haven't written anything yet. I don't know what to write. But I wish I was holding his cock instead of the stylus. What would the bumps and the ridge feel like against my fingers?
Against inner walls of my pussy?
His hand keeps moving and for a moment, it seems as though he's not going to answer. "It is physically painful to be without our mate. Too long without her can cause death. For that reason, alone, some men never want a woman."
"What do they do for sex?"
"They have hands, and so do other warriors. And some take it further."
"So it's okay to be gay in your culture?" Patrick might enjoy watching.
Tiril's thumb rubs over the slit in the head, drawing out a few drops of pre-cum before sliding slowly down the shaft working over the bumps. His hips move and he makes a little groan. He wasn't lying about the bumps, giving pleasure. "It is fine for warriors to form an attachment with each other. I think that is what you are asking? Is that not allowed in your tribe?"
That is another one of those grey areas. The colony leaders don't say anything explicitly, and there is no rule against it. However, the expectation is that every man will couple up with a woman to assist with the raising of the compulsory children. The leaders want baby daddies to be with the baby mommies. But most of us can see that isn't going to happen. A good genetic match doesn't mean a good couple.
Patrick and I can make the child raising work, as he likes the idea of children, probably more than me. As for the rest of it… I have no idea. The colony wasn't created with love and happiness in mind. It was created for function, and I am a functional little cog. The traitorous part of my brain knows that if too many cogs refuse to spin, the machine will fail and something new will need to be built.
Assuming we survive long enough to build something new.
"It's not not allowed."
It's only when I lift my gaze from watching his dick that I realize he's watching me. Is he wishing it was my hand? My fingers wouldn’t wrap around it the way his do. He is far bigger than any man I've been with. One of his comments surfaces. "You said your males mate for life. Does that mean you've never been with a woman?"
"I haven't. And no woman would want me because I'm banished."
I snort. "That didn't bother Sabine."
She grabbed herself a banished alien husband while I worried she was dead. I'm not surprised the warriorsrescuedher. All men seem to like her because she's tall and blonde.
"You said you didn't want to think about your sister while you watch me take pleasure."
He's right. I don't want to think about her, but I don't really want to think about the way I'm watching him either. Because the more I watch, the more I want to touch. "What are you thinking about?"
"What I always imagine. What it would be like to have a mate and feel her hand on my meq." His hand slows and twists slightly before he thumbs the head. A trickle of pre-cum spills from the slit. He smooths it down his shaft. "Are you sure you only want to watch?"
10
TIRIL
Ican smell her arousal and sense the rapid beat of her heart. I want her to stand-up, walkover, reach through the bars, and wrap her fingers around my meq. Her hand is smaller than mine, so she might need to use both. Would she get on her knees and lick the head? Does she want to taste me? Her lips are parted, and her eyes are dark. I can't drag this out much longer.
But I hoped she might give in and help.
With every stroke of my hand, my fingertips sweep over the bumps, and they become more sensitive. Hrad has licked my meq on more than one occasion, so I know what it feels like to have another's hands and mouth on my skin, touching and teasing.
I close my eyes. It's not a Honey woman I'm imagining, it's Chloe. Maybe it's because she's right in front of me, or because at least one of my brothers has a human mate.
I want a mate. And for the first time in my life, because it's a possibility, I am ready to admit that is what I long for.
The image of Chloe on her knees, licking the head of my meq is enough to take me over the edge. I barely get the jar in placebefore I'm filling it. Cum splashes onto my hand and I groan. I give myself a final stroke, enjoying the last bit of pleasure.
My chest is lifting with each breath, and I don't want to open my eyes yet. I want to hold on to this little moment of pretend a little longer, but it's already fracturing. In the same heartbeat that I acknowledged my imagining wasn't real, it unraveled. I release my meq and open my eyes.
Chloe is still watching, and she hasn't taken a single note. I don't mind. Maybe she'll want to watch again tomorrow…or she might do more than watch. The thought will keep me company tonight.
