27 Penny #2
I grabbed a soap bar and some shampoo and immediately stripped, walking over to the tiny shower unit.
There was a wall dividing the shower from the rest of the room and on it was a hook to hang a towel, similar to how I would have done on Earth.
It felt comforting to fall into such a generic routine, even if it was simple.
Inside the shower, there was a touch pad to control the temperature of the water and though the stream was weak, feeling warm rain on my skin was one of the best feelings in the world.
Simple luxuries. I never knew I could miss them so much.
I lathered my hair in shampoo and worked it through until my scalp was layered in suds.
Then I did the same to my skin, scrubbing everything away until I felt like myself again.
Or, as much as I could feel like myself.
I was uncertain I even knew what “myself” felt like anymore, but when I felt the warm water bathe my skin, it was easy to remember how much I liked a good, hot shower.
The glass around me instantly fogged up, cocooning me in my own little world for a while until I finally could get myself to turn off the water and end it.
I slid the glass door open and reached out, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around my dripping body as I moved out onto the tiny bathmat. Behind the dividing wall, I could hear the door to my room slide open on the quiet hydraulics and paused.
“Coming,” I said, patting my feet dry.
I twisted the end of the towel, tucking it into itself over my breasts, and twisted my wet hair over one shoulder as I stepped out from behind the wall.
I expected to see Innifer standing there, but instead, a tall figure stood at my bed, setting a pack down on the end of it.
A familiarly broad back was facing me, a long queue of intricately braided locks trailing down his spine. When he turned, my heart stopped.
Thilar.
I looked him up and down like he was a dream.
Black tactical pants hugged his muscular legs, and a simple fitted long-sleeved shirt covered his broad frame, making him look like a soldier on leave.
My gaze flicked to the duffel bag resting on the bed behind him, and instantly, my hopes soared to dangerous heights.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my heart frozen with anticipation.
“I have been deemed unfit to lead another unit. I’ve instead been assigned to accompany you back to the Nexus as an ambassador for my people. To learn everything that I can.”
“Are you lying to me?”
He stepped closer and my pulse started to kick up, beating with what I thought was premature excitement.
“I don’t lie, Penny. I was told to use you to learn. Your biology. Your mind. Your emotions.” As he spoke, his hand reached back, tapping the door panel so it slid shut, closing us inside a room that now looked much smaller with him in it. “In other words, I am not supposed to leave your side.”
“Study me, huh?”
He nodded, his gaze burning into mine and setting my core on fire.
“In depth.”
He took another step toward me, and I could hear my heart hammering like a drum in my chest now.
“So… you’re coming with us? With me?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “They, of course, needed me to provide some samples to study my physical condition after everything. And I had to provide my accounts to the scribes. I completed everything as fast as I could so I was able to—”
I almost tripped over my own feet to get to him.
I could listen to everything he had to say later.
At the moment, I was far too desperate to touch him to care about what he was doing before that moment.
I leapt up onto his body, my legs locking around his narrow waist as I pressed my mouth to his.
Thilar caught me easily, wrapping his solid grip around my body and plunging his tongue into my mouth.
I moaned against his lips and rocked my body against him.
“You’re sure someone isn’t going to come take you away?” I breathed.
He shook his head, turning me and pressing my back up against the wall.
“As far as I’m concerned, I’m yours, Penny.”
Those words sent hot chills straight to my center, breathing life into my whole body again.
He kissed me once more, his tongue sliding deep and possessively into my mouth.
His words echoed in my head like a record on repeat.
I’m yours, Penny. My pussy fluttered, aching to be filled as completely as my heart had just been.
“Penny,” he said gruffly, his kisses like fire down the side of my neck. “If you’d like to talk so I can clarify the situation, we can—”
“Just promise we’re staying together,” I panted. “That’s all the talk I need.”
I could feel his lips stretch against my skin as if he was smiling.
I grabbed his head and pushed him back to look at him, reminding myself that he was real one last time.
His pupils narrowed into feral slits under the overhead light, his eyes darkening with need.
I explored the handsome, alien features of his face, taking it in like I was trying to make a sketch, and felt my belly tighten.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I just really want this to be real.”
His lips curled into that smile I wanted to see so badly, and it was more handsome than I remembered, his white teeth and those sharp fangs like a row of lethal pearls.
“I can prove it’s real,” he said huskily.
“Show me.”
He wound his big arm around my waist and moved me toward the desk, setting me down on the edge.
His hands instantly tugged the towel off me, exposing my body to the cool air and to his burning gaze.
I sucked in a breath through my teeth, my head falling back to surrender my throat to him.
He was quick to lavish my neck in kisses, trailing his mouth down my chest to one breast as his fingers nimbly danced across my stomach to my thigh.
Then he straightened, stealing his touch away so quickly I nearly whined in protest.
He stood over me, his eyes roaming over every inch of my body for a moment as if in appreciation, and then licked his lips, sending thrilling waves of awareness straight south.
I sat up on my hands, reaching for his belts only for him to lightly slap my hand away. Then he dropped to his knees, pushing my legs apart before he began tracing the inside of my thigh with his lips.
“Thilar,” was all I could say and it came out only as a soft whimper.
“Shh. I will ask for your words soon,” he rasped. “But right now, I can focus on nothing else but this.”
I watched him inch toward my center, every kiss bringing him closer until he was hoisting my knees over his broad shoulders and pulling me to the absolute edge of the desk.
He spoke a few words in his own language as if in praise, his breath burning my tender core, and then descended on me.
I gasped, watching his head sink between my thighs.
His tongue was firm and burned against my clit, sending a jolt of fire through my veins.
Glorious sparks of pleasure danced along my skin and coiled in my belly, teasing what was to come.
I fell back onto the desk, squirming against his mouth as he assaulted me, giving me no leeway to adjust to the sudden onslaught of sensation.
He held my hips in both hands, trapping me against his mouth as he feasted.
My chest heaved with every lick of his tongue.
His large hand slid up my body, reaching for one breast and gently kneading it.
I moaned, covering my mouth, waiting for him to tell me to keep the moment to ourselves, but he didn’t.
With his other hand, he slowly pushed two fingers deep into my sopping channel, pressing upward and stroking, making me arch off the desk.
He moved them for a bit, sliding them in and out again and again until I was shaking.
He teased me, preparing me for the stretch of his cock.
For the shock of his fiery cum filling me.
I felt madness creeping in the back of my mind, screaming for more.
I lifted my head to look down at him, struck again by the sight of him on his knees, his mouth desperately claiming me.
“Thilar,” I gasped, that familiar and wonderful ball of tension coiling tight inside me, begging to break and unravel.
He pumped his fingers a few more times, gently and precisely, and it nearly brought me to the edge. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to resist the urge to let go.
“Thilar, please,” I pleaded, helpless. “Please, I want you. All of you. Now.”
He lifted his head, licking me off his lips before kissing my thigh again, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. His dark eyes, hooded and almost predatory, traced my body until they met mine.
“Whatever you want,” he said, pulling his fingers from my entrance and sliding them slowly into his mouth to lick me thoroughly off him. I shivered at the sight, my nipples hardening with excitement. “Just tell me.”
“Fuck me like you won me,” I challenged. “Like I’m a prize. Your prize.”
He stood abruptly as if I’d lit a fire in him and with a growl, he tore his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Then he wrapped me up in his arms and hoisted me off the desk.
I devoured his mouth, my tongue delving deep as he walked me toward the bed and laid me down on the soft surface beneath him.
His large, solid form hovered over me, gentle and yet so capable of snapping me in two.
He made quick work of his pants and boots, kicking them off as if they were an annoyance.
Standing over me, his flesh like dark metal, made him look like an intricately carved statue, glistening under the dim light like smooth iron.
His toal keff markings shimmered as he moved, bending across his ribs and abdomen.
And lower, his cock stood proud. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and stared hungrily up at him through my lashes.