Chapter 12
twelve
. . .
Emily
My new leaf skirt and tube top were even better than my old ones.
The leaves were softer and more flexible than my previous garments, and if a part of me felt a little guilty that my alien lover was providing literally everything I needed to survive, well, it’s not like anyone was around to judge me.
As we left the hut behind and set out on our trek to what I expected was Kex’s family, I tried really really hard not to whine.
I was so tired. Would spending a week in bed really have been too much to ask for?
I suspected Kex would have enjoyed that time just as much as I would have, but something was making my teal alien man very motivated to keep going.
He’d tried to start our hike with me on his back, but I insisted on walking for a while, regardless of how tired I was.
It was clear from his nearly constant erection all morning he would have been very willing to spend more time horizontal, but some greater force than sex seemed to compel him forward.
Maybe I could convince him we needed an afternoon delight.
I was still very interested in spending some up close time with his dick in the light of day.
I had a feeling he had better night vision than I did, and that just wasn’t fair.
I stumbled over a branch, and Kex stopped and turned back to me. “Yes?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m good,” I said, giving him a thumbs-up.
“Good?” he asked with a small frown.
“Good,” I replied, shooing him on. I thought about the other times I’d used the word good and could understand his confusion.
But I really was good, if a little distracted.
Kex’s new leaf diaper that he made for himself was a little thinner in the back than his previous one had been, much to my delight, and I was trying to decide if that had been intentional on his part or not.
Was the man trying to get me to walk off a cliff?
His cheeks stretching and flexing as he traversed the landscape were truly what dreams were made of.
Throughout the morning, Kex handed me little snacks as we walked: nuts, jerky, and fruit.
He frequently encouraged me to drink and pointed out pretty birds or insects we passed.
One of my favorites was the little violet squirrel-like creatures we sometimes encountered.
He tried teaching me their names, but they were really hard to remember.
He laughed frequently at my bad pronunciation, which only made me pronounce them incorrectly on purpose, and then I really couldn’t remember the correct names.
Spending time with Kex was easy. I knew I didn’t have anything difficult to do other than keeping one foot moving in front of the other, but my stumbling and neediness never seemed to get him down, and I couldn’t wait to see what life might be like with Kex when we weren’t always moving from one place to another.
Would we have peaceful days when we reached his family?
I thought I might like weaving and some of the other crafty tasks if I had time to learn and make mistakes without the pressures of survival.
I stumbled again. It wasn’t really my fault, as Kex had to take a big step up over a log, and his whole cheek slipped out of his leaf covering. Kex came to a halt.
“Walk wait,” he said, pointing at the log he’d just climbed over.
I shook my head. “No. Emily walk. No wait.” I approached the log, and he lifted me over it.
He tried to set me down, but I wrapped my legs around him.
He frowned down at me, then grinned, and his hands slid down my body to hold me up by my butt.
Maybe it was time for a new word. “Emily Kex sex,” I said.
He frowned and repeated the word slowly. “Seex.”
I nodded. “Sex.”
I dropped my legs, and he set me down. Then I pointed at his leaf covering, then mine, and made a crude gesture with my hands, sticking my pointer finger into the fist of my other hand in a very telling rhythm. “Sex,” I repeated.
I watched his face carefully to see the word register. His teal cheeks grew a few shades darker, and his silver eyes sparked. Then all at once, his hands were in my hair and his face crashed against mine.
Feeling quite smug at the progress of my English tutoring, I met his kiss with the same ferocity and reached down to his leaf covering, trying to figure out how to unravel it.
After a few moments of fumbling, I gave up and pulled his dick out from the side and wrapped my hand as far around it as it would go, my fingers not quite touching.
How I’d taken him so many times last night and was still walking this morning would be one of the great mysteries of the universe.
Kex growled into my mouth, and I gave him a firm pump.
I pulled away from him and dropped to my knees.
I glanced up to make sure he was still with me, and his expression was so full of male pride I almost laughed.
Instead, I gave him another pump, then ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft.
He growled and dug his fingers into my hair.
A small bead of white formed at the tip of his dark teal dick, and I leaned in and licked it.
Flavor burst over my tongue, and I had to pause.
It tasted sweet, shockingly sweet, with an underlying flavor that was familiar yet alien.
I licked him again, but no new bead had formed.
I could fix that. Releasing him for a moment, I licked my palm, then wrapped my hand back around him, pumping steadily as I ran my tongue around his tip.
I licked down the side, feeling his ridges as I went.
They were firmer than veins but not as hard as cartilage, wrapping his shaft in an opposite spiral pattern and almost forming a loose grid all the way to his base.
He didn’t have any hair here, like a normal human, but the soft downy fur covering the rest of his body was present along his groin, stopping just before it reached his shaft.
I wrapped my lips around his tip, about all I was going to fit, and sucked as I reached under him and felt his sack.
It was warm and soft, and I gave it a light squeeze.
Bingo. Kex growled again, and a small spurt of sweet warmth hit my tongue. I savored it.
This freaking alien had cum that tasted like maple syrup.
It wasn’t exactly the same, but close enough I wouldn’t mind if he jizzed on my pancakes.
I licked him clean, running my tongue along his seam, then again down his shaft and back up, sucking him between my lips again.
Before I could get another taste, Kex’s hands were on my shoulders and he pulled me to my feet.
He reached for my skirt, but I batted his hand away.
He stopped and pulled back, concern on his face, but I only turned and showed him how my skirt could easily flip up.
His hands were back on me in an instant, and he bent me over the fallen tree like a proper forest alien’s ho.
I braced myself on the tree as his fingers found their way between my legs.
He growled when he realized how wet I was, and a moment later, that delightful dick was at my entrance.
I gasped as he thrust into me in one quick movement.
Then I was moaning as he pumped into me, hard and fast. My climax began to build, a tantalizing pressure in my core, as he grunted and slammed into me.
He growled and said something in his deep, raspy voice, and it sent me over the edge.
I exploded, my body clamping around him as he sped up.
With a final roar, I felt him expand inside me, his dick pulsing as warmth flooded my passage.
Chest heaving, he slid out of me with a pop and sank to the ground, pulling me onto his lap.
We leaned into each other as we came down from our releases, his cum slowly dripping out of me onto the forest floor.
I reached down and gripped his dick, feeling the tip, now rounder and a bit thicker than the rest of him, as it gently pulsed in my hand.
I ran my thumb across the tip and plopped it into my mouth.
“Mmmm, good,” I said and tipped my head up to him.
“Emily good.” He leaned down and gently kissed me, then tucked my head under his chin and held me tightly.
I sighed and melted into him, so incredibly thankful this alien man had found me at my lowest. I didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or what would happen when we reached his family, but my heart told me this man was mine, and I wouldn’t entertain any thoughts that suggested otherwise.
Kex had forever altered every expectation I’d ever held for a romantic partner.
I’d never had anyone in my life I wanted as much as I wanted Kex. Not just his body, but his kindness, his smiles, his grins, and that little frown he got whenever I tripped. I adored the focused determination he brought to every task he set himself, from cooking us dinner to pleasuring my body.
Since being kidnapped by aliens, the rest of my life hadn’t felt like it would be very long.
Yes, I’d been ready to fight and do everything I could to keep myself and the other women alive, but deep down, it felt like a futile pursuit.
From the time I’d woken up on that spaceship and realized our situation, I hadn’t expected to last long, but I’d resolved to make the most of whatever time I had left.
Now?
Everything seemed different. The possibilities before me were infinite. Yes, I might get some weird infection and die on this world without antibiotics, or maybe the alien water would be a magical elixir and I’d have another two hundred years ahead of me.
I didn’t know what Kex planned for the future.
We didn’t share words that meant forever or love or marriage, but as he held me close and our heartbeats calmed, I felt absolutely certain that whatever future I did have would be spent cherishing this man.
And if I was wrong, and we returned to Kex’s family to discover he had another woman, or I was only a passing diversion until he found someone of his own species his family approved of . . . I’d just have to deal.