He didn’t let it go. It was like trying to budge one of the monoliths that flanked the stone circle. You could try, but nothing short of a bulldozer would budge them.
He was a wall of muscle. My eyes trailed down his neck and across his broad shoulders, which were thick with muscle. His muscled chest was peppered with downy lilac fuzz the same color as the stubble on his face, arrowing down his taught stomach, toward what had to be the thickest, longest cock I had ever seen. Not that I’d seen many, but I knew what was within the normal range for human men and this guy was definitely well endowed.
My eyes bulged as I stared at his groin. That wasn’tonepenis. That wastwo!
This can’t be real.
“Did you hit your head?” he asked. My eyes shot to his, and I blinked at the concern in his voice. He was standing nude in Ireland in winter, and he was concerned for me.
He should be more concerned about certain parts of his anatomy. Parts that were darker purple than the rest of him.
Don’t think about it!
“I don't think so,” I said, allowing him to pull me to my feet. His hand immediately went to my elbow to steady me. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “Who are you? And how can you understand me?” I felt like my entire world had been turned upside down.
An icy breeze picked up, whipping snow around our ankles. I shivered as my coat tore open, exposing the dressunderneath. I went to grab it to pull it closed and shifted on my feet, my ankle giving out underneath me. Strong arms shot out lightning fast to cradle me against his chest.
My cheek was pressed against his chest, and I could feel his cocks—both of them—pressing against me insistently. His arms tightened around me, and he bent his head to slide his nose along my neck below my ear, and sniffed me.
“Did you just sniff me?” I asked, pulling back. Unfortunately, pulling back my upper body had the effect of pushing my lower body closer to him. I felt my cheeks heat as I flattened my hands against his chest and pushed.
“Uh.” He looked away, a slight purple blush covering his cheeks. He took a step back, loosening his hold on me. And there they were. His cocks. Both of them. Big and veined and purple. Where before they had hung heavy and thick between his legs, one on top of the other, they were now thickening and straining toward me.
The one in front—which was now on top—was slightly shorter than the one behind, but both of them were thick and long. Longer than any I'd seen on any human man. And the biggest pair of testicles I’d ever seen. Not that I'd had much experience, but they were impressive.
I felt my jaw drop open as I blinked at the sight in front of me.
“I've been teleportaled.”
Wait, what?
My eyes jerked up to his. “You've been what?” I shifted my weight onto my good foot and pulled my arms away from him. His hand was still insistent on my elbow, holding the upright, which I was thankful for. I didn't want to think about why.
“Teleportaled.” He looked at me as if I was simple.
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” I said. “It's cold. You're naked. You need—” I waved my hand in his general midsection direction, avoiding looking there “—clothes. And what’s with the sniffing?”
He looked down at himself, as if realizing for the first time that he wasn’t wearing the clothes. “Ah yes. I remember being told about this. Most of the teleportal stations have robes.” He looked around as if expecting me to provide him with one. When he must have realized there were no clothes to be provided, his tail whipped around in an attempt to cover himself. The tip was furred with slightly darker purple tuft that did nothing to hide his straining erections.
I found the attempt at modesty adorable.
“Where's your spaceship? You're an alien, aren't you?”
Of course, he is an alien. What was it that gave it away? The skin? Or perhaps it was the eyes? Or maybe it was his equipment…
I silenced my annoying inner voice and looked up at him expectantly. I would look nowhere but his face; I told myself. It was only polite, after all.
“No spaceship. I teleportaled. It was an accident.” He ran a hand over his face and looked around, frowning.
“Right. Well, this has been lovely, but I need to go now. I’m sure you can just teleportal—” I stumbled over the unfamiliar word “—back to wherever you came from,” I said, pulling my arm free of his grasp and turning to walk away. Gritting my teeth, I took the first step on my bad ankle, not surprised when it gave way.
I gave a small cry as the world turned upside down, and I was swung up into his arms.
“Why do you insist on hurting yourself?” He looked down at me, his face so close to mine I could lift my mouth andbrush my lips against his. If I wanted to. My breath caught as I looked deep into his eyes, the vertical pupils expanding and contracting with his heartbeat. He squeezed his eyes shut, his nostrils flaring, before shaking his head as if in answer to some internal question.
Then it began to snow, small white flakes drifting down slowly to coat his shoulders and a dusting of flakes. “Aren't you cold?” I asked. He couldn't possibly be warm.
“I am a little… uncomfortable.” He admitted, as it was a very hard thing for him to do. I suppressed a smile. “And the teleportal should open again, but it will be hours… perhaps even days.” He frowned, and my heart clenched at the thought of him waiting to go home.
