Chapter 9
I walked out of the bedroom to find Arnina flat on her back on the mounted-to-the-wall couch, her heels up on the muscular back of her very naked Boy Toy, his head firmly planted between her legs.
I needed breakfast.
No way I was waiting around in the bedroom, hungry and alone, for her to bang a guy she couldn't even talk to.
"Oh my Gaia, are you getting head from the snow tribe Na'vi right now?" I asked from the doorway.
She gasped and yanked her shirt dress down over Makrus's head. He let out a small chuffing sound, but didn't pull his head free.
Arnina let out a small cry as his head moved in place.
Wow, he did not care that I was there at all.
Arnina planted her foot on his shoulder and pushed. She ended up sliding up the couch away from him before she rolled off of it and to her feet.
He didn't try to restrain her or stop her from getting away from him, which was a plus in my book. He was certainly strong enough to keep her in place.
When she moved, he sat up, and I got a full frontal view of what he was packing.
It was not human.
Well, part of it looked perfectly serviceable, if a bit large.
The rest of it, though…
"Are those... what are those?" I tilted my head to the side. "What the hell are those?"
Coming out of the base of his manhood was a nest of purple tentacles. It was absolutely bonkers looking. They were wiggling around like they were looking to grab onto something.
"Couldn't you have waited?" Arnina asked, her face flushed.
"One," I held up one finger. "Alien; two, he's been keeping us captive; three, we can't communicate well; four, you didn't have to stop if you were into it; and five, What. The. Hell. Are. Those?"
"I don't fucking know, but - I like them," she said, still having trouble meeting my eyes. "And no, I'm not going to just lie there and get head while you watch, you kinky..."
She trailed off.
"What?" I challenged. "Kinky what?"
"Wench," she finished.
"You can't even use the word slut, and you're using your pussy for first contact?
" I laughed. "Neen, you gotta step away from the internal sexual shaming and embrace the fact that desire is healthy and natural.
You should be able to talk about it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to fuck an alien who has the body of an Olympic athlete.
There is also nothing wrong with your best friend interrupting to make sure it's consensual.
If the weird peen is what you want, you can go back to it after being all like, 'Yes Lorelei, I want alien dick from my captor turned maybe savior, and no, I do not want to share or have you watch because I feel safe getting pounded without backup.
' Blunt verbal boundaries are super chill and don't require slut shaming to establish.
Ugh, I hate what your parents did to you. "
"They wouldn't have done anything if they hadn't found out about my books," she said.
Her Boy Toy got up off the couch and moved towards the bathroom, finally covering himself with a towel around his waist.
"Your parents made you promise your virginity to your dad when you were like twelve so that he could gift it to your husband," I said. "Your books weren't at fault."
Just the thought of that enraged me further.
Her parents had told her in no uncertain terms that her body belonged to the men in her life, so when she eventually ran into her ex, she had very little mental defense to a man who also believed that women’s bodies were possessions.
Her Boy Toy went into the bathroom, and I heard the sound of the shower being turned on.
"Lorelei, I don't want to talk about my parents right now," she said, glancing at the bathroom door with undisguised longing.
"Then give me what I need," I said, adding a breathy gasp to my voice. "Talk to me, baby."
She laughed.
I just waited.
"Yes, his peen is strange, and no, I'm not sure if I want sex yet, but I didn't say that, and he stopped anyway, so I feel pretty safe at the moment, as safe as I can feel after.
.. all... this. I want to go in there and get a good look at his wiggly bits, as you put it.
If I need help, I'll yell banana as my safe word, okay? "
That was good enough for me.
She was an adult and could do what she wanted as long as she wasn't blocking my access to food.
"Go get it, Neen," I said and abruptly turned to investigate the delicious smells in the kitchen.
"You are a kinky slut," she whispered as she walked towards the bathroom door.
"Takes one to know one," I grinned.
I turned my attention to the fresh stack of cartons on the kitchen counter island.
It looked like Lover Boy got us more takeout.
The food we ate the night before was sitting fine in my gut, with no discomfort or signs of poisoning, so hopefully that doctor had communicated what we could eat.
Maybe that was why Boy Toy stopped me from getting into the fridge: the delivery was going to contain more stomach-friendly things than I could make from what he had in the fridge.
I frowned.
If Arnina had been held in a zoo enclosure, then it was definitely likely that woman wasn't a doctor but a vet like Arnina thought. I dug a spork into something creamy and sweet. That meant that I had been held in a kennel, not a cage.
That little fact pissed me off.
I had been treated like an animal.
I took a deep breath as I felt the swell of negative emotion rise within me. I had too many bad experiences in life to let indignation take hold.
"My emotions are valid, but they don't control me," I said out loud, trying to remember that shit my therapist had walked me through.
"They pass through me as easily as a breeze.
They fuel me with their energy. I acknowledge that being treated like a wild animal feels bad, but I'm going to let it go. "
I grabbed another carton to inspect the contents.
"For the most part," I added on, acknowledging the reality of who I was as a person. I could do all sorts of mantra shit, and it helped, but at the end of the day, I was still going to flip off those zoo patrons if I ever saw them.
I didn't believe in forgiveness.
I lifted up the carton, taking a closer look.
It felt like a combination of silicone and plastic, and was more rounded and cylindrical than the boxy paper or styrofoam ones I was used to from Earth.
Similar concept, but with different design and materials.
It made sense in a way that a bipedal species that looked close enough to humans would develop similar concepts, like takeout containers and couches.
I thought about the tentacles.
Protection might be different. Those things would absolutely interfere with a rubber. I shrugged that thought off. Different species wouldn't be compatible anyway. At least, that wasn't something I had to worry about.
Except I did worry about it.
If we were the only two humans here, wherever we were, then neither of us would ever be able to be mothers.
It wasn't something I had thought about much, as I hadn't found a guy I was even willing to co-parent with, let alone do a traditional family in terms of ten babies and a white picket fence, but the thought of not being able to have that, having that choice taken away from me, felt pretty bad.
I bit down on a salty, sweet noodle.
I was better off focusing on food right now.It was not what I expected for breakfast, but it was pretty tasty.
I devoted all of my attention to the food in front of me. It was what was important in the present moment, not life opportunities that might be lost to me forever.
Arnina came out of the bathroom.
She looked startled, like she had gotten more than she expected. That, and she one hundred percent had gobs of ejaculate on her face and hair.
She went over to the kitchen sink to wash her face.
"Everything you wanted?" I asked softly. "You look shocked."
"It was a bit intense but good. Plus, his spunk tastes like custard," she replied. "He also rubbed it in my hair."
That was a relief.
Wait a minute.
Did she say he rubbed his alien spunk in her HAIR?
And she had tasted it?
I bit my lip, trying to hold back a laugh.
That was a pretty big cultural difference.
I shook my head, amused. Even better, she was totally smiling about it in a goofy fashion.
I had figured he was safe because of that brief moment I observed on the couch, but it was good to hear that even though she was startled, she still had a good time.
"I'm not sharing," she said.
I didn't want her Boy Toy, even slightly.
I was more into men who were willing to exact bloody vengeance and present it as a gift.
"I think I might try to get my own," I said. "But only after we set the extra hair conditioner as a hard no boundary."