I like how they sound when they speak. I can’t help it. It’s fucking nice. It calms my nerves just a little.
I continue to stare at him, and he grumbles something else in his language before repeating, “Your name, human.”
“Everest,” I stammer. Because, right, I’m supposed to speak if they address me directly.
“You seem nervous. Your first time?”
“Yes.”
I see his tail tighten around his thigh, almost bucking against it, but then it goes still. It settles behind him, and his ears twitch as he wipes his hands, then moves to stand in front of me.
His gaze darts down to my lap, and he lets out a little disappointed sigh again.
I glance down at my half-hard dick and back up at him. “Is there a problem?”
His jaw tightens, and then he sinks to his knees, seemingly unbothered by the cold floor beneath him.
He murmurs something under his breath, and then his hands settle on my knees. He spreads them, my cock perking up at the velvety feel of his palms against my skin.
I know I compared them to reptiles with the way they shed, but he doesn’t feel like a lizard or a snake. His palms are smooth and soft, like new velour from a heavy winter coat.
And his skin is so much warmer than mine.
“Your cock is small,” he eventually murmurs.
I startle. I wasn’t expecting him to answer my earlier question, and I certainly wasn’t expecting him to saythat.
“Is that why you were muttering under your breath? For fuck’s sake. It’s not small.” I huff as he stares down at it. “It’s a normal size for a human, just so you know.”
“I requested a big dick.”
“Dicks give the same amount of cum no matter what size they are.” I’m trying not to sound defensive, but goddamn. I wasn’t expecting to have my ego trashed in this process.
His ears flit, and he spreads my legs a little further apart. “Your balls are small, too. Like little…what do you humans call them? Walnuts?”
“They’re notwalnuts. More like apricots.” How fucking dare he. My chest puffs up a little, and I wonder how much trouble I’m going to be in if I try to defend my honor.
He reaches out with a sneer and tugs at them, making me grunt. “They’re small like…pecans.”
“I’m not talking about nuts anymore,” I mutter. “How much cum do you need, anyway? Because I’m pretty sure I produce an average amount.”
He cocks his head, looking unamused by the way I’m talking back. “I’ll have to find another human sooner rather than later if I go unsatisfied.”
“Oh, you know what? Fuck you,” I murmur, feeling my entire body heat. When I came here, I figured I’d get a blow job and leave slightly turned on, not get insulted about my dick and ball size—whichisaverage, by the way.
It’s how you use them that matters, and I use them extremely well, thank you very fucking much.
“If you don’t like what you see,” I tell him, “you can find someone else. I’m only volunteering to do my duty as a citizen.”
“I don’t have time to request a bigger dick. I have meetings I need to attend.” He shuffles as close as he can get to me, and my breath catches in my chest as he stares down at my now-limp cock.
“When will you get hard?”
“I was hard until you started insulting me.”
The Vyastil tilts his head, and his lips purse. “Perhaps I should compliment it. You humans are very ego-driven.”
My eyes narrow. “I have a normal, healthy ego. I just don’t like being told I have a small dick.”
