Chapter 13 #4
"I am well," I called out, but I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say. "I am good. You should leave."
His presence was clearly causing a problem.
Eun had been perfectly docile with me, letting me wash him and move him around.
At least, docile if I didn't count his hair going absolutely wild and tendril finger fucking me to the edge of my peak.
It was clear from the intense way he reacted to his uncle that he could have done a lot more for me, but hadn't.
This snarling, violent-sounding creature that stood between me and the doorway had only been triggered by his uncle's presence.
His uncle said something else, which included the words not and leave.
I wriggled, and Eun's strands let me go, setting me down on the ground. I stepped out from behind Eun and tried to make a shooing gesture towards the door.
"Go," I said as I walked towards him. "Go, go- agh!"
Eun's arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me against him, my back flush against his front, my backside nestled against him.
The growls that radiated through his form rumbled against my skin, vibrations that teased my tenses.
The tone deepened, and I felt myself relax against him.
His grip was tight, but it didn't hurt. His arms were iron bars keeping me safe, his claws close but never cutting.
The towels that I had wrapped around his hands had fallen to the floor in the movement, but there was no sign of blood on me where he had gripped me.
Eun pushed my hips back against his, his hardness poking against my backside as he let out a snarl over my head.
"Mate?" Eun's uncle asked, the words prefaced by others I didn't understand.
I had heard that word before. It wasn't a verb, more like a label, but it was a label that only applied to two aliens of the same species who went through what I had guessed was a marriage ceremony, though I couldn't be quite sure, as there were multiple versions of it, even if the label was the same.
Though I wasn't sure if I should call all the different creatures on this planet different species.
It was clear from the shows that cross-breeding between different prey species pairings and different predator species pairings was possible.
I wasn't a scientist. Maybe the dramatic variations were just visual differences, but all the aliens were the same.
Except, Eun was really different. Out of all the aliens I had seen on this planet, Eun was the only one I'd seen with a single pair of eyes and arms, as well as skin instead of fur, feathers, or scales.
"Mate!" Eun snarled back, saying an actual word for the first time in a long time.
"Leija?" his uncle asked.
"Go away!" I told him. "Leave!"
Eun's uncle dropped the bag of food he had brought on the floor at the threshold of the room, then turned abruptly and walked away. I heard the soft sound of the front door opening and shutting, and then he was gone.
Eun stood there, half hunched over me, his arms around me, his breath hot against the top of my head as he breathed heavily. His claws flexed in and out. He let me go, just a little bit.
Then his tail wrapped around my hips, pulling me back against his hard length.
Fuck I needed him inside me.
But there was a problem.
"Um... Eun..." I said, my voice soft and small in the silent spaces between his breath. I didn't know how to say it fully, so I said the words in a mixture of my language and his. "Let me go."
I pushed gently against his arms and tail that held me close to emphasize the meaning of my words.
I didn't want him to let me go. I wanted to melt against him, to feel his teeth against my neck, to feel his hands running up and down my body. I wanted to turn in his arms and press my lips against him and see just how far this wildness would take us.
But his dick was dirty, and I couldn't stand that.
In this moment, I was desperate, wet, and needy for him. My thoughts of being worried about taking advantage of him vanished in the face of the fact that he was stronger than me, and I couldn't force him to do anything he didn't want to do.
But I didn't want a yeast infection.
Dirty dicks were how you got bacteria in the wrong place.
I'd made that mistake with the first guy I dated in Paris, who only showered every few days instead of every day.
After calling my friends back home and complaining about my latest discomfort, one of them asked how much he showered, and it was like a light went off.
I ended up breaking up with him because he complained when I pointed out the issue, rather than apologizing and washing up more.
So I needed to get him clean and get a better look at what I was getting myself into.
I'd felt him before, but I needed to see it and make sure.
There was always the chance that his biology included spikes or something else equally incompatible.
I'd already gotten some of his spunk on my skin, so I knew that wasn't going to cause blisters or skin irritation, but I hadn't gotten a good look at the equipment yet.
No dirty dicks and no unexplored frontiers of anatomy. I needed an up-close inspection.
There was just one major problem.
Eun didn't let me go.
His arms tightened around me, pressing my rear against the hard length of him.
I sucked in a breath as heat rushed through me, my hips canting back towards him.
Wetness dribbled down between my legs. I wanted him so bad.
In that moment, my horniness made all of my reasons to wait feel like excuses to me, ones that I could bat to the side without a moment's thought if he decided to pull down my clothes and take me right then and there.
He could do it. It would be a few brief movements, and he could bend me over, hunching over my back as he took me standing.
He could push me down into that bare mattress, that pile of rags, and mount me.
I was completely at the mercy of his overpowering strength.
"Let go," I whispered again. "Eun, no."
My voice was soft, quiet, a protest that could be brushed away as not being heard.
My resistance was as soft as my words, as I recognized that I couldn't expect an alien in the throes of a state I didn't understand to hear my no and respond to it, not when his own family member chained him to a wall to restrain him.
But even so, something in him heard me say no.
He let me go.
His arms loosened a little at first, then he pulled away from me like he was fighting against himself just to let go.
I hesitated, taking a good five seconds to fight my own urge to shove my butt back up at him, but desire for cleanliness won, and instead I stepped forward into the open space between his outstretched arms. His hands clenched reflexively on either side of me, closing on open air.
His tail was still around my waist, but there was some slack in its hold.
I didn't walk out of the circle of his arms. Instead, I turned around and put my fingers on his chest. He looked down where I touched him, and back at me.
"You're not all clean," I said in my language.
I trailed my fingers to the side, tracing my touch over his deltoids, biceps, and forearms, until I found his hand where the wounds had already stopped bleeding.
I gently took his hand and led him back to the stool.
Then I stepped in close to him and put my hands on his boxers.
I yanked them down, then quickly rose up and put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to sit on the stool.
He sat down, his knees wide as he rested his hands on his thighs.
It was such a simple thing, him following my lead, holding himself back even when all the evidence said he was so out of control that he needed to be chained to a wall.
I frowned at the chain.
I didn't like it, but I wasn't about to rip the chain free from the wall, even if the cracks around the wall anchor suggested that Eun would eventually.
I grabbed the washcloth, got it good and ready, then finally got a good look.
It was long, thick, phallic, with small bumps evenly spaced along the shaft that oozed a clear, slippery substance.
My mouth watered as I looked at it, and I slowly dropped to my knees in front of him as I set the washcloth down on his base.
I ran it up and down the length as his fingers dug into his thighs, and his eyes never left my face, making sure he was good and clean.
I got under his balls too, enjoying the way his whole body tensed when I touched them.
I loved that he was a little bit afraid of me.
That thought brought back the worry. Yes, he was stronger than me, but he was an alien.
I didn't know what kind of mental state he was in.
What if I got it wrong? If I moved forward with him now, taking what I wanted because of the urges of my own lust, how would I know he was actually okay with it.
He took the washcloth from me and stood, his eyes intent on me.
I rose with him, stepping back out of reach.
He turned away from me, his entire body tense with the effort as he walked into the adjacent washroom.
The shower clicked on, and I heard a low growl.
I moved so I could see him through the open doorway, and that he was furiously scrubbing himself, washing his entire body with soap.
I stood there in the doorway as he gripped himself in his hands, sliding his soapy hand along his length as he rinsed it fully clean under the stream of steaming water.
My own hand drifted down, slipping inside my own shorts as I watched him.
He watched my hand and stepped out of the shower, coming towards me.