Chapter 3
Chapter three
Axel
“So, now you’re going to learn to fuck,” I said, grinning at T’ukka, who looked a little like he was going to throw up. I shouldn’t have let this make me laugh, but it was difficult not to.
He rolled his eyes at me. “Humans are unduly obsessed with sexual relations.”
“We’re not the ones hiring prostitutes.” I realized that wasn’t the right way to put it when he smirked at me. “Right, obviously some of us are hiring prostitutes, otherwise prostitutes wouldn’t exist. But not me. Okay, I’ll shut up now.”
T’ukka chuckled, a sound I’d rarely heard from him until recently. “I’m not thrilled with this, but I’m satisfied with the results.”
“You like her.”
He glanced at me and nodded, and I agreed.
Mia had been brave enough to face off against him.
She was interested in the job, and her brother’s health made it unlikely that she’d do anything to jeopardize that.
And she was beautiful, though I wasn’t sure how much of human beauty T’ukka would recognize.
The poor girl had looked terrified but she had been ballsy as hell, hiding it well.
I could admit that I was a little turned on by the thought of watching that big alien dick stuffed inside her pretty little body. She would come so hard for him. Maybe I had a bit of a kink for that.
“I’m just glad that went better,” T’ukka said.
The last human to make it this far in the interview process had run from the room screaming before they even talked.
So that this Mia woman stayed in the room and spoke somewhat coherently was a vast improvement.
I didn’t know why they were shocked to see T’ukka in person.
The aliens had been all over the news, though none looked quite like the prince, whose royal bloodline was reflected in the coloring of his skin.
His fierce warrior heritage was obvious from his size.
Although I had never considered myself bisexual before, the big alien was a source of sexual curiosity for me.
I wanted to touch him, suck him, maybe jam my own cock down his throat and make him taste my cum.
So maybe my sexuality was more fluid than I had thought.
Or maybe humans were just horny and couldn’t resist a chance to fuck an alien.
For me, though, it was only this alien in particular.
I wanted to taste him, to touch him, to feel his mouth on me.
His body against mine. And, as a straight man who had only ever fucked human women, I had to wonder if it was some kind of Stockholm syndrome that made my dick harden in his presence.
I had spent months mostly in his company alone.
I wasn’t a prisoner, but quarantine protocols called for us to keep our distance from anyone who had not been medically cleared.
“Did she make your dick hard? She was definitely into it.”
“You will speak to your commanding officer with more respect, Peacekeeper,” T’ukka growled, stepping forward.
“Whatever,” I said, shaking my head. I knew by now that he wouldn’t do anything, that he valued my friendship.
“Don’t test me, Axel,” he growled.
“Come, you need to decontaminate. They tested for pathogens, but still...”
“Still, you worry,” T’ukka stated. He wasn’t wrong, though I wasn’t precisely sure why I worried.
Two Aunga’ri had been struck down by a human flu virus, and since then I was protective of my friend.
He beckoned me towards the decontamination rooms, moving through a hidden doorway towards the showers and his private rooms.
I grinned and shrugged out of the shirt I was wearing, preparing to be blasted with the fun quarantine chemical stuff.
It wasn’t a sexy scenario at all, and yet I couldn’t help but feel a stirring of something as we stood across from each other naked and were forcibly disinfected.
I wondered if I was a masochist, because it kind of hurt and yet my dick was getting harder.
His cock was massive, impressive, hanging halfway down his thick thigh when flaccid.
I’d never seen it hard, but I wanted to.
I reached down and tugged on my own cock a little, catching his eye, taunting him.
The Aunga’ri culture had eliminated sex in favor of more scientific approaches to reproduction.
For them, sex was taboo, but that didn’t mean their parts didn’t work.
And I knew some of them had begun responding to humanity’s more outward displays of sexuality.
When we finished T’ukka abruptly slammed me up against the wall, holding me by the throat, and I growled, finding that pressure point under T’ukka’s thumb and taking him down.
I was pretty sure he did this when he wanted to fuck me, but no one could know for sure.
We fought for dominance for a few minutes more before I wound up with a knee on the big alien’s throat.
My dick was close enough to his mouth that I could have face-fucked him, and I hardened a little more at that thought.
I wanted to touch myself. I wanted him to touch me.
Grappling with him was fun. I was smaller and weaker than T’ukka, but I was wily and quick and I had learned all the dirty fighting secrets to defeating the Aunga’ri by brawling with the big prince.
We never did it naked, though, so that was adding another level of intensity — his slick, hot skin against mine, my cock hardening, leaking pre-cum for him.
I really hoped the decontamination attendant wasn’t watching.
“Does your penis get erect every time we wrestle?” T’ukka asked. His breath brushed against my cock and I hardened even more.
“Sometimes. I mean, nudity adds a new dimension to things.” I stood and gave my cock a few strokes, not worried about his judgement.
Then I realized something else. “You’re hard, too.
” And fuck, he was huge and beautiful and I wanted to taste him.
I caught myself licking my lips and quickly stopped.
He blinked down at his dick like it was a disobedient child and frowned. “I’m Aunga’ri. I’m not controlled by my sexuality the way humans are.”
“Right,” I winked at him. And then I ran my palm down the length of his cock and listened to him groan.
He throbbed in my hand, leaking a creamy pre-cum that I rubbed around the head of his massive erection.
How was tiny Mia going to fuck this thing?
I didn’t know. But my urge to taste him wasn’t going away.
I explored him with my hand. The shape of his cock was roughly like a human’s, covered in a slicker foreskin that I played with, pushing it back to reveal the mushroom-shaped cock head. He was breathing hard, and his eyes darted from my hand to my mouth to my own erection.
“What’s this?” I asked, brushing my finger against a smaller member near the base of his cock.
This was not human — it was almost like a tentacle — and he smirked as he flared the tip of the tentacle thing and latched onto my finger.
Fuck, I wanted that thing on my dick. Or on Mia’s clit as he fucked her. So many possibilities.
But before I could explore more he took a slow breath and stepped away, pulling on the clothes that had been laid out for him. He didn’t seem upset with me, just like he was trying to get himself under control.
I wasn’t sure why I had touched him, why I wanted to touch him more, but that was the kind of relationship we had.
I had asked other soldiers on the U.N. Peacekeeper force if they had bonded with their aliens, and all but one had acted like I was insane for calling T’ukka my alien.
But he was. Mine. I watch him trying to lash the ties around the waist of his pants, and fought the urge to provide him some relief with my mouth. He glanced at me.
“Stop. Think of anything but that,” he muttered.
I blinked, wondering if he was asking me to get control of my raging erection.
I tried to get my thoughts back to a professional place.
Back to military stuff, though at the moment I couldn’t exactly think what that might entail.
I glanced back at him, hope in my eyes, my cock aching, and he shook his head, handing me my clothes.
We were ostensibly in the palace to assist the Aunga’ri with integration into the human culture.
And covertly, we were also tasked with some more secretive duties, because the human military was openly compliant but still suspicious.
But T’ukka was no idiot, and was well aware of what I had been sent to Montana to do, of why they would place someone with my expertise in a position like this.
“Did you jump me because you wanted to touch me? I’m up for snuggles, you know.” I winked at him, wincing as I thought about putting clothes over my aching cock.
The big alien groaned, coming as close to grinning as I had ever seen, then stretched, his big muscles rippling under his dark skin.
It was a little hard to tell what the Aunga’ri were thinking, but I had been around T’ukka long enough to recognize a vaguely pleased expression on him specifically.
I got a sense of warmth and pleasure, as though it was emanating from deep inside him.
“You are impertinent, human.”
“I’m pretty sure you like me anyway, though.
” I met the other man’s purple eyes. At first, the aliens’ appearance had been jarring, but I was more than a little used to being around the Aunga’ri by now, and I could admit that I found T’ukka beautiful.
There was a genetic connection between humans and the Aunga’ri, something no one could explain, and our musculoskeletal structure was almost identical.
T’ukka’s musculature in particular was a thing of male beauty.
I continued to run my hand up and down my length, not exactly sure why I was taunting him in such an overtly sexual manner.
Clothed, I wouldn’t have been this bold.
At most, I’d have grabbed my dick through my pants.
Now, I was tempted to jerk off for him, and I stroked faster, letting him watch.
“Do you want me to come?” I asked, meeting his eyes, rubbing my hand over the tip of my cock, collecting the ample pre-cum there, then down my shaft. I spit on my hand, adding lubricant, and stroked faster.
He blinked slowly, clearly aroused. “Yes.” His answer was almost inaudible, but it echoed through my mind, fueled by intense desire.
I met his eyes, staring at the thick muscles of his chest, imagined covering those with cum, imagined coming on his lips, his face.
And I stepped closer as I jerked harder, losing control.
I couldn’t have stopped if I needed to, and his intense focus on me was only fueling my body to want more.
I felt the pressure of my orgasm, the intense pleasure building until I threw my head back with a shout, letting out a long rope of cum.
And apparently I could shoot it at his chest, because as my cock erupted he was close enough that it hit him there.
He frowned down at it for a moment, and I started to wonder if it had been one of those times when I allowed my dick to make terrible decisions for me. But then he smirked at me and dragged his finger through it, bringing it to his mouth and tasting me.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
He shook his head. “Humans. You are barely above animals.”
“Your caste has special abilities, right?” T’ukka’s caste had developed into a ruling caste because of a few physical differences, including their massive size.
But they were thought to have had a special sway over the people who followed them.
In ancient times on A’ung, princes like T’ukka had kept several females and a whole harem of males in their palaces.
T’ukka blinked at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He raked a hand through his black hair and glanced at me as he yanked on a leather vest thing, leaving my cum on his chest. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged. “I don’t mind your mark on me, Peacekeeper.”
Groaning, I grabbed my own clothing from the pile that was laid out by the door. “Why is that so fucking hot?”
“Because humans are horny idiots?” He shot me a look, and I laughed.
He wasn’t wrong, and we wandered in silence back through the halls that led to his chambers.
As he pushed open the door, he turned to me.
“You will be Mia’s personal guard, understood?
She is to keep to the complex for the duration of her employment. For safety.”
I grinned and flopped back on T’ukka’s amazingly comfortable alien couch thing. “You say that like you’re the boss of me.”
“You say that like you have any choice but to obey me.” He smirked his cocky fucking smirk that made me want to punch him. Or suck his dick. Damn sexy alien overlords.
“So am I watching her for her safety, or because she’s gorgeous and you want to fucking own her?”
T’ukka eyed me. “I want to fucking own you, so be careful what you suggest, human.”
“Well, that didn’t help my erection,” I muttered.
“I thought you just took care of that. How can it be back?”
“It hasn’t had much attention lately.”
I“also thought you weren’t attracted to males.”
I shrugged. “Apparently I’m attracted to you. I don’t know what changed, but burying myself inside a person has never sounded so appealing.”
He frowned. “Is human anatomy somehow different? That wouldn’t work.”
I stopped. “What? I meant your ass. That’s pretty normal for humans. Or your throat?”
He had such a look of horror on his face that I had to laugh.