Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
The conversation dragged on so long that Aster decided it was better for us to stay on the mothership for the night.
The leaders still had plenty of questions for me, and he said going back and forth would be hard on my human body.
Since it was late and I was beyond exhausted, I didn’t argue with him.
I let him lead me down a few long hallways to a guest room of sorts.
He hovered outside the door, like he didn’t want to leave, but wasn’t willing to push me by asking to stay.
The smart part of me knew I should say goodnight and shut the door, but talking about just how shitty my species is left me feeling a little raw, and I still felt bad for dragging the conversation down like that.
“Did you want to come inside and have a drink?”
I didn’t know if there were any drinks in the room, but it was just the thing you said, right?
Aster didn’t question it, smiling and nodding.
It wasn’t the big bright smile I was used to, more subdued and hesitant, and it made my chest ache.
I tugged his hand, he still hadn’t released our interlocked fingers yet, and he came willingly, the door sliding shut quietly behind him.
If I thought Aster’s room was nice, it was nothing compared to the guest room they gave me.
This one was situated on the side of the ship facing the planet, giving an amazing view.
There was a kitchenette along one wall, a dining table big enough to fit six, and a seating area by the window with several alien plants in the corners.
The bedroom was bigger than Aster’s, with a massive bed facing that gorgeous view.
Aster and I settled in the seating area, fingers still linked. Once he sank into the cushions, he sighed heavily, leaning his head against my shoulder. “Humans are more complicated than I thought.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I wish I had better information.”
He shook his head, basically rubbing against my arm like a cat.
“It’s not your fault. I just… I’m not sure what to do next.
Our job is to save the planet. There are only so many life-sustaining planets.
The universe is vast and we are constantly looking for new ones, but progress is slow.
We created the AEPP to protect the planets we knew existed. ”
“What would have happened if we had been ready for contact?” I queried. I knew they said they watched our development, but he never explained what would happen once humans were ready.
“A delegation of different species is sent out once a planet begins looking to make contact outside their own. They meet, share ideas, discuss trades, that kind of thing. I am not part of that delegation, but it is generally well-received. Once communication is established, they introduce the idea of immigration, both to and from that planet. It gives the newest addition the ability to explore while allowing others to find a new home. It is a good setup.”
“Has the delegation ever met with a planet so dysfunctional before?”
He shook his head slightly. “Most planets that are ready for contact have reached an age based mostly on science. Their wealth is put into developing that. There are social classes, of course, but development like that usually means there are things like universal healthcare and social stability, as technology allows even the poor to thrive.” He sighed heavily.
“I’m sorry, Enzo. I do not wish to discuss this any longer.
My heart hurts just thinking of what is happening on your planet. ”
Shifting a little, I pulled him against my side, offering what comfort I could.
I knew it was a shock to the system, and I was pretty sure every human on the planet knew how fucked up our system really was.
Not even the religious zealots could come up with a decent reason why so many people suffered while a select few thrived. There had to be a better way.
I couldn’t discuss that right now, though. Aster was upset, and I didn’t like it. He was so consistently happy, it felt wrong for him to frown.
Determined to make it better, I pulled him to his feet and guided him to the bedroom. “Come on. When I was stressed out, you helped me. Let me help you.”
A little of his smile came back, and he followed me without complaint. He actually smirked at me, a heated look in his eyes. “Will it have the same ending?”
My neck burned bright red, and my face felt hot, but I refused to acknowledge the embarrassment.
“Dunno. How exactly would that work? You aren’t built like I am.”
He shrugged, his lower half shifting as he crawled into bed on his stomach.
That was still wild every time I saw him do that.
It was like magic. I didn’t know how it worked, and I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to ask or if that’d be considered rude.
Still, it worked in my favor. I climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, and sat on his ass, surprising him.
“Oh! What are you doing?”
“I don’t have a dozen limbs,” I commented dryly. “I’ll have better leverage this way.”
Lies. A real masseuse could totally do the job without sitting on their client. I was looking for any excuse to touch Aster. And he had a nice ass in his human form. Who wouldn’t want to grind themselves against that bubble butt?
Aster chuckled, like he believed my excuse as much as I did, but he didn’t argue.
Like he had with me, I made him take his shirt off to better get at his muscles.
I still couldn’t believe how easily he’d convinced me to do that.
Not that I was complaining. I was just surprised.
I’d never been so easily managed like that.
I wanted to be annoyed about it at first, but I had to admit I probably would’ve ended up in his bed eventually.
Aster had a way of ensnaring my attention, and I didn’t regret what happened between us.
Digging my fingers into Aster’s shoulders, I smirked when he groaned and practically melted into the bed.
I took my time, rubbing every knot, just for an excuse to touch him.
Right now, I didn’t have to think about alien invasions, shitty human governments, or dying planets.
While in this room, I could focus solely on Aster.
When I scooted down to get his lower back, Aster lifted his hips helpfully so I could divest him of his pants. I grinned to myself, reaching underneath him to unbutton the slacks. If my hand happened to graze along his cock in the process? I smirked as he groaned.
I could tell how eager he was, little whimpers and lifts of his hips practically spelling out what he wanted, but I wasn’t willing to be rushed.
I made sure his lower back got the same attention before moving south, past that gorgeous behind to his legs.
Every time I rubbed up his thighs, I let my knuckles drag over his balls, teasing him with barely-there touches.
By the time I reached his ass again, he was a whimpering mess.
Curiosity got the best of me when I massaged the cheeks of his ass. “Does it feel the same in different forms?”
Aster was practically trembling beneath me, and it took him a minute to filter through the lust long enough to answer me.
“Yes, and no. I don’t have the same parts in this form as I do in my usual form, so the pleasure is different, but probably equal to having my mating tentacle stimulated. Being in your ass was euphoric.”
My cock stood at attention at the reminder. I didn’t realize he had a different tentacle for sex, and I hadn’t looked to see if it looked different from the rest. I’d been a little preoccupied at the time.
Still, his explanation only piqued my curiosity. I brushed my thumb over his hole, watching his reaction. He gasped and wiggled, lifting his hips in a silent plea for more. Before I could do that, though, I needed some kind of lube.
“What did you do last time for lube?”
I heard the frown in his voice, even when he wasn’t looking at me. “Lube?”
“Lubrication. You couldn’t get into my ass without it.”
“Oh. My mating tentacle is self-lubricating.”
Interesting, but not helpful in this situation. I wasn’t going to have him shift back and forth whenever I needed more. Since I wasn’t going to fuck him without it, I decided to do what I could without full penetration. Sex didn’t need penetration to be fun.
Spreading Aster’s cheeks, I admired his furled hole. He was hairless, despite being in his human form. Which only made this more fun.
“Did you want me to– Oh? OH! Enzo!” Aster’s voice went up several octaves as I dragged my tongue over his hole.
I did it again, testing the waters, and if his moans were anything to go by, he definitely liked it.
Dipping my head, I went to town, feasting on his ass.
His hands scrambled for purchase, fisting the blankets as he gasped and moaned.
When I pushed my tongue inside him, he cried out, writhing as I tongue fucked him.
“Enzo, Enzo, Enzo,” he chanted, canting his hips for more.
I was happy to oblige. I loved rimming my partners.
Reducing them to moaning, pleading messes turned me on like nothing else.
And Aster didn’t hold back on letting me know he liked what I was doing.
Hopefully, either the room was soundproof, or we didn’t have any neighbors, because he was deliciously loud, encouraging me and praising me between moans.
Pulling back, I sucked a finger into my mouth, drenching it with saliva. I couldn’t do full penetration, but a little ass play wouldn’t hurt. He was softened up from my tongue, and I was curious. If he liked my tongue in there, how would he feel about something else?
Aster didn’t tense, didn't even flinch when I brushed my finger over his hole.
He took my finger up to the first knuckle without complaint, his chants of my name only picking up in pace.
I licked around my finger, making sure he was relaxed, and pushed a little more, gently thrusting my finger in and out.
Feeling his hot channel tightening around my finger had me so hard it physically hurt.
My cock was practically trying to rip through my slacks, and I had to unbutton them just to give myself some breathing room.
A second finger joined the first, and still, Aster didn’t seem to be in any pain.
I was curious if he felt the same burn I did when getting stretched, but I doubted he’d be able to answer me now.
He’d turned his face to the side, and I could see the lust fog all over his expression.
He was lost in the feeling of it all, and I wasn’t going to pester him with questions on our differing anatomies right now.
Instead, I crooked my finger, searching for his prostate. I wasn’t sure if he’d have one since this wasn’t his real form, but my fingers grazed that little pleasure button right before Aster shouted in surprise.
“E-Enzo? What–”
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lower back. “That’s your prostate. Want me to do it again?”
“Oh, please. Please. I–Ungh!” He cut himself off with a loud moan, his hips bucking automatically as I stroked that spot again.
In his human form, Aster’s cock looked like anyone else’s.
It wasn’t enormous, thankfully, more proportional to his body.
Long enough and thick enough to make me drool and my ass clench.
I enjoyed our last encounter and definitely wouldn’t mind doing that again, but I also wanted to experience Aster’s cock at some point.
I ignored that little voice in my head, reminding me that I was too damn close to my alien abductors.
But my own country had tried to shoot the spaceship I was trapped in out of the air.
I think people would forgive me for questioning my alliances a little.
I banished that argument to the back of my brain to look into later.
Right now, I had a sexy alien trembling beneath me.
From the sounds he was making, Aster was getting close.
I didn't want to only explore half of him, though, so I pulled my fingers out, ignoring his cry of protest as I nudged him to turn over. He was trembling when he finally flopped onto his back, his face flushed, and his breathing stilted. He looked wrecked already, and I felt my ego swell a little, getting him to that point with just my fingers and my tongue. I couldn’t wait to see how he’d react to what I had planned next.