I’m putting on a similar skin. This one is dark red.
The image makes me pause. Did I use to shed skin as well? Does it come off all the way? What is the creature hiding underneath?
Not wanting to hurt it by accidentally ripping its skin off before it’s finished shedding, I move to one of the places where the new skin shines through the old. There’s an injury, a scratch cutting through the dark skin underneath. It’s not bleeding, but the stains on the gray skin suggest that it did bleed before. I didn’t know shedding hurt like this.
The creature watches me intently, its two eyes open wide. Only two. How does it see to the sides? When I get to the cut on its leg that still oozes blood a little, it inhales sharply.
“Yeah, I’m not really sure it’s such a good idea. I don’t—”
Ignoring its nonsensical words, I lower my head to lick at the blood, rumbling in pleasure as its sweet taste explodes on my tongue. It’s so good. I’d like more, but I do not want to hurt my creature, so I pull away reluctantly.
The creature’s blood is good, yes, but its scent? That’s even better. There are still traces of fear in it, but not as much as before, and as I nuzzle its skin to transfer as much of that scent on my scales as I can, it awakens a strange kind of longing inside of me. Before I can stop it, my cock slips out of its pouch,hardening and lengthening in the hot air. It happens from time to time, and touching it is pleasurable, but only in the safety of my den. I become easily distracted while fondling that odd body part and out here, being distracted means becoming prey, especially so close to the venomfang territory.
Venomfangs.
Enchanted by my creature’s smell, I completely forgot about them. I don’t sense any nearby, but that doesn’t mean this place is safe. I need to move my creature to my den. Soon
Chapter 6
Jaime
I’mnotdead.
I don’t exactly know what I am yet, but I’m definitely not dead. Despite its size, claws, and the plethora of sharp teeth, the creature acts more like a curious cat than a flesh-eating murder-chameleon. It seems intent on sniffing and licking me rather than biting me, which might be weird, but as long as it keeps me alive, I’m fien with it. It’s possible the creature is only keeping me alive to have a fresh snack later, but since there’s nothing I can do about that at the moment, I’m going with the flow. At least until I notice the cock.
As the creature moves sinuously around me, poking and sniffing and tickling me with its tongue, I don’t see it at first. Then it straightens up and nearly smacks me in the face. It’s long and thick and, fuck, are those spikes? What kind of freaky penises do alien lizards have? More importantly, what exactly is the creature planning on doing with that cock?
It,he, I correct myself, is an animal. He must have some form of a mating instinct but I’m clearly a different species and male on top of that. Surely, an animal would recognize that? Unless it reproduces by laying eggs inside other species? Oh my god, is that why he saved me earlier? To use me as a host for creepy murder-chameleon babies that will chomp at my insides before bursting out of my chest? Can’t the universe just give me a fucking break already?
The worst part is that the alien is kinda cute, and that cock is magnificent. If he were a sentient, intelligent alien and approached me with an offer of casual sex, I would have jumped on it. Well, not jumped, but crawled as fast as I could. Or whizzed over in my hoverchair. Damn, I miss that thing.
“So, um,friend. What exactly is your plan with that club between your legs?”
The creature ignores me, his expression tight as it looks around.
“Are we in danger? Are more of your people around? Or something else out to eat us?”
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he peers down between the many pairs of his limbs, as if only now noticing he’s hard. The hiss coming from him certainly suggests it. He reaches for his cock and just when I’m convinced I’m about to get a first-row seat for a murder-chameleon jerk-off session, he tries to stuff it back inside the slit it emerged from. Hissing and clicking in frustration or perhaps anger, the alien wrestles with the thick shaft that clearly doesn’t fit inside of his body while fully erect.Even I wince when he hisses, this time clearly in pain, as the cock slips out again.
“Okay, this is clearly not working,” I say, offering unsolicited advice. “Can’t you just, I don’t know, take care of it?”
The alien seems to follow the same train of thought because instead of stuffing the cock back inside of him, he grips it tightly with two of his hands and starts moving them up and down.
If the circumstances were different, I wouldn’t mind a face full of alien cum, but this is clearly not the right time or place, nor the right company for that. Distracted by his cock, my new friend lets me crawl away, too focused on self-pleasure. Returning to the river, I splash some water on my heated face, hating the small tingle of awareness running through my own cock. That’s so fucking wrong. He’s an animal. Getting horny for him would be over the top disgusting and all kinds of wrong. Like jerking off while thinking about a dog. I shudder. Nope. Not going there.
I should just be grateful I’m alive. Perhaps even take this opportunity to leave. I won’t get far before he’s finished, but maybe he will have lost interest in me by then.
No such luck. I barely make it a few feet before his shadow looms over me. His cock is gone, at least. Small mercies. Climbing on top of me, the creature hisses angrily. Did my trying to leave piss him off?
“I’m sorry,” I say. He clearly doesn’t understand me, but my nervous rambling seemed to have positive effects on him earlier when he spaced out and started whining and clawing at his head. If he likes my voice, I’m golden. I can keep talking for days straight. “I thought you weren’t interested in me anymore, considering you were having a date with Lady Right Hand. Well, in your case, Ladies Right Hands, I guess? It must be fun to have so many limbs to jerk off with.”
He hisses again but doesn’t sound as angry anymore. Sniffing at my legs again, he pokes my knee with one finger, lightly at first, then with more force.
“Yeah, those don’t work. Haven’t for a while. If you’re looking for a hunting buddy, I’m very much not your person.” I’d probably make good bait, though.
Fascinated, the creature grabs my ankle, lifting my leg a few inches before letting it go. As it thuds uselessly on the ground, I shake my head. “Still not working. You probably aren’t able to understand that, are you? I guess lame animals don’t survive for long in an environment like this.”
Whether he understands or not, my murder-chameleon seems satisfied. Maybe he instinctively understands that I won’t be able to run away from him. I’m probably the easiest prey around. Still, he doesn’t attack me. Instead, he crouches by my side, moving his arms underneath me as though he’s about to pick me up.
