“No, I haven’t. All the women in my tribe were aware I was to be banished, so why would one waste their time forming a connection with me?” He undoes the laces on his pants as if he knows what’s coming. “My brother kissed a few though. It is part of forming a connection and it helps a woman choose."
And in his tribe, there is plenty of choice. Not like here. I try to keep the bitterness out of my thoughts, but fail. He’s talking about women choosing while my life is planned out for me. The colony has told me who will father my children, and when I will have children. It tells me what job to do, and when to do it. Even what we are fed is determined by what the leaders have calculated will keep us the healthiest while we set up the colony. I know things weren't good on Earth. I heard my parents talking about it. I have read the history archives and know we are lucky to have enough food and clean water and all of that…but at the same time we have lost so much. My life has never been mine; it was sold to the colony before I was born.
I understand why Sabine found the idea of remaining with the aliens so appealing. It was her choice. And she is free to choose whatever she wants.
It is also the selfish option as she saved herself, but no one else. Me and the other dissenters want change for everyone.
“Did the kiss teach you anything for science?”
Is he asking because he thinks that’s the only reason I kissed him? It should be the only reason. “You kiss much like human men. Though I think your tongue is bigger."
I should not have said the last bit because it gives me all kinds of other ideas about the rest of his large body.
He grins and sticks his tongue out and gives it a wiggle. “Are you sure you won’t become carried away, taking the rest of my measurements?"
I press my lips together and pretend to be offended at the suggestion that I am anything other than professional. “I will be fine. Will you be?"
“That depends. Are you going to be holding the tape measure, or am I?"
As much as I want to hold the tape measure, that is not a smart decision. “You can. I can teach you how to read the numbers if you’d like?”
He nods. “There is a pattern to them.”
I guess I can use teaching him numbers as some kind of intelligence test. The colony leaders might appreciate that.
He shucks his pants and tosses them on the bed. He also removes his socks. His boots sit by the end of the bed as if he never bothered to put them on because he knew he wasn’t going anywhere to need them.
I force myself to keep looking at his feet. They are big. And while his toes look kind of human, they also have claws.
“Should I start with my feet, or do you want to keep working your way down?" Tiril asks. I don’t know if he's trying to make me blush, or if he wants this to be over as fast as possible.
I think we both know why I am staring at his feet…so I can avoid even glimpsing his dick. I force myself to look up, feeling my cheeks heat before my gaze even skims over his erect cock.
It juts towards me, thick and long and ruddy. I curl my fingers, trying to subdue the urge to touch him.
He holds out the tape measure. “You should do it. For science. It might also help me learn your numbers."
My mouth is dry as I look up at his face. “What is it that gives away how I want to touch you?”
“I can smell your desire and sense the rhythm of your heart, but it’s also the way you look at me, as if you want to know why your sister would give up her life for an alien." He uses my word for alien, and it sits awkwardly in his mouth. He already speaks more English than I speak Honey.
“And you don’t care?”
“Of course I do. I want you to touch me.”
“But you’re in the cell, and I am here to study you.”
“And I made that choice so my brothers could keep the women. I want to find out what makes human women so appealing, and why human women find Honey warriors so attractive?"
I can’t help but smile. “Ahh, so you are also conducting research.”
“I am, so it would be a great help to me if you took your measurements and explained more about the differences between Honey warriors and human men.”
I don’t know if he’s spinning a story and making the best of the situation or if he is actually interested. Maybe it doesn’t matter.
I take the tape measure back. "You’re going to need to step a little closer, so I can…" I lick my lower lips. "And maybe help a little.”
He steps up to the bars until his cock is sticking through. I’m sure that if I wrap my fingers around it, they won’t meet. There is no defined head like there is on a human's cock. And there are seven bumps that run from tip to root in an almost straight line.
