Page 28 of My Alien Keeper


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I sigh. “Are you sure you want to see it again? I don’t know if it’s such a good idea.” He grew almost catatonic when he first saw the image, like he was completely overwhelmed by whatever memories it triggered.

When he squeezes my fingers around the holoprojector, I capitulate. “Okay. But after that, you’ll sleep.”

With a push of a button I accidentally discovered when I first picked up the device, the three-dimensional image springs to life. It’s a little flickery and blurred at the edges, the device likely damaged by how long it’s been lying in the cave and whatever happened to it before Adam brought it here, but the two individuals standing there side by side, smiling and hugging like best friends, are still clearly visible. There’s even a nametag on Adam’s jumpsuit, though it’s not written in a language I can read.

The other person in the picture looks like a carbon copy of Adam, only his scales are tinged blue instead of green. I wonder who he is. Best friend? Family member? A lover?

The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Did I make Adam cheat on his partner? Will he remember he’s in love with someone else and resent me for what happened between us?

Worry haunts me as Adam reaches out a hand and touches the unknown alien the same way he touched me before, sliding his fingers down the person’s face. Then he shudders, his fist clenching as his muscles continue to convulse. Panicked, I switch off the hologram and turn to look at Adam, hoping he isn’t having some sort of seizure.

At first, it looks like it. His eyes are tightly shut and his body is twitching, but the heartbreaking whimper tearing out of him makes me realize he’s not in pain. Not a physical one, at least.

He’s crying.

Tears immediately spring from my eyes, my heart breaking for him. “It’s okay,” I whisper, running my hands up his neck tocaress him. “Everything is going to be okay. I promise. I’m here with you.”

keep talking, whispering soothing words while Adam quietly cries. His body doesn’t form tears, but he cries nonetheless, holding me close like I’m his lifeline. Eventually, he tires himself out and falls into a restless sleep. Even then, he keeps twitching and whimpering, as if the terrible memories he’s reliving won’t leave him alone. I’m not tired, so I stay awake, soothing him with words and touches whenever he stirs. Sleep eventually drags me under as well.

When I wake up, Adam is awake too, looking at me tenderly. His fingers run idly through my hair, which is miraculously free of tangles. “Mmm,” I hum as his fingers touch my skull. “That’s amazing. How long have you been doing that?” If he got all of my hair untangled, he must have been up for a while. “You should have been sleeping.”

He smiles in response, his fingers never stopping their soft caress. Another hand smooths down my back, bare since I didn’t bother putting any of my improvised clothes on. My leafy creations don’t protect me from the cold anyway, and there’s no need to wear them when I move on the smooth sand covering the floor of the cave.

I realize Adam’s not really into innocent petting when his hand doesn’t stop at the bottom of my spine and he squeezes my ass instead. My cock is already half-hard with morning wood, and as Adam kneads my ass cheeks, it hardens further, poking Adam in his side. Looking down, I realize Adam’s cock is out and hard as well, resting against my thigh, where I can’t really feel it.

“Well,” I chuckle, “good morning to you, too.”

Grinning, Adam hikes my leg higher, bending it so that he has better access to my cock and— “Fuck…” I can't help but moan as his fingers brush against my hole. Adam reaches into his slit to lubricate them, then returns to exploring that part of me. Onehand sneaks between our bodies to tease my cock, but I can tell Adam is more focused on my ass now. His fingers relentlessly circle my hole, maddening in their teasing, just enough to keep me excited but nothing more. I can’t even move against him properly, left at the mercy of his curiosity.

“Fuck,” I repeat. “Please, Adam.”

Pressing one finger against my opening, Adam looks at me, waiting once again for consent.

“Yes!” I all but shout at him. “Fuck, just do it, now, please, fuck!” We both moan when he finally breaches me, my body clamping down on his finger. It’s been a while since I’ve had anything there, but one finger doesn’t feel like enough.

“More,” I urge, raising up two fingers to demonstrate. Adam’s touch retreats briefly, probably to add more lube, then returns with two fingers, the delicious stretch making me whimper. The hand on my cock stops moving, just holding me, as he experimentally pulls his fingers out before thrusting them back in.

“Yes, fuck!” My obvious excitement spurs him on, and soon he’s fingerfucking me in earnest. He looks a little nervous when I hold up three fingers but obliges. This time the stretch burns a little, but the sensations are indescribable. When Adam’s fingers graze against my prostate, I cry out, close to coming already.

Once my brilliant alien discovers a spot that brings me more pleasure, he wastes no time exploring and exploiting it. As his fingers circle and rub that sensitive bulge, I writhe in Adam’s arms, crazed with the need to come. Fuck, I’ve never come from prostate stimulation alone, but I think this time, I just might. But I don’t want to come on Adam’s fingers. want to know how amazing those spikes will feel rubbing against the same spot he’s touching right now.

“Adam, wait.” A moan makes my words nearly unintelligible, but I’m persistent. “Adam. Stop.” He does. Immediately.

“I want you inside of me, Adam. Your cock. I want your cock.”

He looks where I’m pointing, his expression turning baffled, then stunned as he understands what I want. He whimpers softly as he strokes his cock, eager but worried as he looks between our bodies as if judging how he could possibly fit.

“It will be fine. Humans are flexible. Just don’t move when you come.”

Nuzzling my cheek, he leans in to kiss me. I want to tell him there’s no way we can kiss and fuck at the same time when the tip of his cock nudges at my hole. Right. He can pretty much fold himself in half, so not fitting together for kissing and fucking at once won’t be an issue.

Pausing, he seeks my confirmation again before pressing forward.

“Oh my god.” My eyes roll back into my head as I bear down on him and his cockhead slips inside. It’s a tight fit, but not painful with all the prep he’s done. He’s being careful, too, pausing to let me adjust to his size before moving again, rocking back and forth an inch or two before pushing deeper.

He’s definitely done this before. That bitter feeling returns, but I push it away. The past doesn’t matter. We’re here together now. We might never get out of here. Worrying about what-ifs is a luxury we can’t afford. Or don’t want to afford, anyway.

Adam’s tongue twists with mine in our version of a kiss. The spikes on his cock passing by my rim send tiny explosions of pleasure through my body, so strong I’m seeing stars.