“Does every man have seven?" I point the bumps and then gather the tape measure to note the size.
“Among my tribe, yes. Though, from what I have seen, the number does vary."
“And you said they become bigger. How much bigger?”
“I don’t know, because I have never seen. Only a man with a mate would have those changes, and he would not want to take any pleasure with a banished warrior."
“And the women also have them? Where are their bumps?”
He laughs. “On the inside. You do not have any? How do you find pleasure?"
With great difficulty, given the lack of men.
“I have one. All human women have one." I am assuming that a pleasure bump is something akin to a clit. Mine gives a throb as though wanting to find out what it would be like to feel all those pleasure bumps moving inside me. I’m sure my panties are damp…verging on wet.
“You have my condolences on your lack of pleasure.”
I have no idea if he is being serious or not. I take the tape measure and wrap it around his cock. His skin is hot and smooth. And if I hadn’t been so prissy the other day, I would’ve found out what he felt like already. Because I want to take good measurements, I hold his dick still. Tiril draws in a breath, but otherwise doesn’t move. I let my thumb drift over one of his bumps. To test his reaction I tell myself.
But it’s more to test mine.
The bumps are firmer than I expected. They aren’t only flesh. I think they might have some cartilage. I give it another stroke and a press.
His intake of breath is sharper that time. “I do not recommend you keep doing that unless you want another sample.”
Already there is pre-cum leaking from the slit. I run my tongue over my lip, wondering what he tastes like.
“Though if you need to continue for science, I will not stop you," he adds.
I look up at him. “We both know it wouldn’t be for science."
Or at least I hope we are both aware I crossed a line.
Tiril nods. “It’s a lie that makes the truth more digestible."
He is smarter than he let on at first. These aliens may not have our technology, but they aren’t glorified animals. I want to see how his tribe works. I want to go to one of their markets and see their livestock, and foods, and clothes, and jewelry. In his tribe, I would be the oddity. The alien to be studied and questioned, but I doubt they’d lock me in a cage.
I measure the length of him, my fingertip brushing the slick head.
“If I had been captured and taken to your tribe, tell me what would happen?"
“Will you keep touching me while I do so?”
“Do you want me to?”
His eyebrows pull together for a heartbeat. “I would not have asked if I did not want it. But it is up to you. It is your choice."
I run my fingertip over the slit, and another bead of pre-cum forms. My mouth waters. “Still safe?” I do not want to bind him to me, as that will cause him pain.
“Yes. It is the act of mating that causes the rut.”
I consider him for a moment, then nod. “Let me lock the door."
14
TIRIL
Iwatch Chloe walk towards the door, hoping she doesn’t change her mind and walk out. Perhaps I have been around my brothers for too long and have forgotten how to treat a woman. But the door clicks, and she turns around. I can feel the weight of her gaze on me, as if she is drinking in my body.
