Assistant 23
Holy shit, I was hard.
What the actual fuck was wrong with me? Farr’vye just shared his deepest darkest secret with me—a sad and kind of horrific tale about killing a small animal—so why was this how my body responded? Was I some kind of sick freak?
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten aroused. Well, aside from that one time I accidentally ate the aphrodisiac fruit, but that didn’t count. Constantly being anxious was not conducive to a sex drive, and my eight years stranded on an alien planet were nothing but nerve-racking.
Out of habit, I began to pace on top of the grassy hill. But the second I took a single step, the tip of my cock brushed against the fabric of my hazmat suit and shot a bolt of pleasure down my spine.
I halted and bit back a frustrated groan. Erections were so annoying. I needed to get rid of my stupid and extremely inappropriate boner immediately.
Why now? What about Farr’vye’s terrible story did I find so compelling!?
But it wasn’t the story itself.
It was Farr’vye and his crazed obsession. How he didn’t stop until he satisfied his urges until he got the thing he wanted so badly.
And the hungry glint in his burning orange eyes…
Heart racing, I wriggled my arm out from the inside of my sleeve and reached for my leaking cock. For once, being naked inside the suit was a blessing. The faster I dealt with this, the better.
A low moan escaped me as my fingers wrapped around my sensitive shaft. The feeling was bright and intense, like I was touching myself for the first time.
I’m crazy. This is crazy. I’m jerking off because of a weird alien…
The rush of arousal at the idea startled me. I should not have been into this. It was beyond weird.
I bit my lip to curb my flaring sexual appetite, but the pain was nothing compared to the lust raging between my thighs.
My knees trembled. I was weak and exhausted. Jerking off should’ve been my last concern, but I was going to explode if I didn’t take care of it. Masturbating alone on a hill was embarrassing, obviously, but it was way less shameful than accidentally coming in my pants in front of Farr’vye.
A shiver ran across my skin. Damn it. Couldn’t I even think of his name without feeling something?
“This is crazy,” I muttered. My breath came out in hot puffs that fogged up my shield. Soon my legs shook so badly that I was forced to kneel in the grass. “This is stupid, and I’m stupid…”
But I didn’t care. It felt too good. It was my highest high since crashing on this planet, since being handpicked for my mission, or since succeeding in hacking the positioning system database to erase Eukaria from the maps…
A pulse of pleasure made me buck my hips. A moan slipped out of me before I could hold it back. I ground my teeth together, making damn sure another one didn’t follow.
Farr’vye could not hear me. He couldn’t know I was jerking off after he’d spilled his guts to me.
Soon I couldn’t see anything but the total fog on my face shield. I was curled up on the ground, sightless and vulnerable. At any other moment, I would’ve died from anxiety, but right now, I was too horny to care. All I wanted was release.
It almost felt like… like release.
Farr’vye’s words echoed in my mind. A heavy thrum of arousal made my belly lurch, and I bucked faster into my hand.
Fuck. Thinking about Farr’vye and sex was a bad, terrible, awful idea. Because it made my cock throb harder.
Because he wants me.
I clenched my eyes shut and bit back a whine. It wasn’t too presumptuous to think that, was it? He’d told me that story for a reason. He’d said it without saying it.
I was his new obsession.
I should have been scared. I should’ve run back to the village and begged for help.
I should’ve been anything but aroused.
And yet I was strokes away from blowing my load.
Touching myself felt good, and the indulgent part of me never wanted to stop, but the longer this went on, the higher the chance I’d be caught.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so—
No! Stop it, idiot!
I guillotined that thought before it manifested. I could not get caught, no matter how sexy it sounded while lust-dazed. If Farr’vye saw me now, he’d think I was a total freak. And for reasons I couldn’t explain, I didn’t want to lose his company.
So I needed to finish. Fast.
Unfortunately, the fastest way to do that was...
Don’t think about Farr’vye staring at you. Don’t think about how big and strong he is, or how easily he lifted you from those thorns. Don’t think about how warm his chest was, or how he disregarded his own safety to help you, or how safe it felt to lay down next to him…
And definitely don’t think about how he said he was sterile, and how he could come inside you over and over with no consequences…
A strangled cry tore itself from my throat.
I fell forward, one hand bracing my body and the other hand pumping faster until I shot thick jets inside my suit.
The aftershocks never seemed to end. When they finally waned, I stopped bucking my hips, exhausted and spent.
My trembling limbs gave out, and I collapsed on the grass.
It felt fucking incredible.
But as the orgasm ebbed away, familiar anxiety began crawling in from the dark edges of my mind. It was the embrace of a hard-won sleep that tore me away from them and into unconsciousness.
I woke to a gorgeous violet sky. Although most of my sight was tinted by the face shield, a single patch was vivid and beautiful in the daylight, and the lavender color glimmered like jewels.
Blinking, I struggled to make sense of it. The sky on Eukaria was never purple, except at dawn and sunset, and it was clearly the middle of the day. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize I was staring at Farr’vye’s back.
His firm, muscular back.
The memory of last night flooded back, and heat surged to my cheeks. I sat upright abruptly, biting back a whine of embarrassment.
But as I sat up, I noticed a new thing to stress over.
The bright patch in my vision was not caused by the sunlight.
There was a huge hole in my shield that exposed my bare visage to the world.
Gasping, my hands flew up to cover my face.
“Oh no, no, no,” I mumbled in despair.
Farr’vye’s shoulders straightened. “Are you awake?”
Out of habit, I almost yelled for him not to look, but he wasn’t. His back was deliberately turned to me. He knew that I didn't want him to see.
This was bad, but not catastrophic. Not yet.
I tried to calm down. “Yes, I’m awake.”
“I am sorry about your face shield,” Farr’vye said somberly. “When I found you unconscious on the hill, I tried to pick you up carefully, but the damage was done. A piece of the shield chipped and fell away.”
An onslaught of information hit me at once.
Farr’vye found me asleep on the hill.
He’d carried me back down.
And my face shield was totally and utterly fucked beyond repair.
Slowly, as if defusing a live bomb, I lowered my hands from my face. Raw, unfiltered daylight touched my face. It was warm. Despite my rising panic, it was soothing.
But it didn’t fully calm me down. Preparing myself for the worst, I assessed the shield’s damage. Hairline cracks had spread across the rest of the material; a warning of what was to come. The single chip wasn’t a one-off. Soon the entire thing would crumble, and my face would be exposed forever.
“Farr’vye,” I croaked. “Did you see?”
He didn’t turn around as he replied. “No. It was dark when I found you, and the hole was pitch black compared to the moonlight reflecting off your shield.”
“So… the whole time I was asleep, you didn’t look at me?” I asked.
“No.”
I felt a flicker of warmth in my chest. He could have looked at me. But he didn’t.
Unless he did, and he was lying.
An old twinge gnawed at my insides. I’d known liars. I’d bunked and worked with a heinous one: Unit 44. My ex-coworker. The human man who’d manipulated young Kur’tok into committing arson and setting his life on a tumultuous path, from which he had only just escaped with Paz’s help.
But… Farr’vye wasn’t like that. If Farr’vye were a liar, he would’ve kept his twisted story to himself. He didn’t have to tell me the truth.
“Okay,” I said on an exhale. “I believe you.”
Farr’vye didn’t turn around, but his feelers flashed in an array of muted pastels, which I took as a sign of his gratitude.
“I will respect your wishes for as long as you ask,” he said. “But if we are to stay on the outskirts of the village, I do eventually need to face you.”
I sighed in resignation. “Yeah. I know.”
“Or we can remain out here forever. Just the two of us alone.”
A shy smile spread across my face. That wasn’t a serious suggestion… was it?
“I am only teasing,” Farr’vye said. I expected his tone to be lighthearted, but it was oddly serious. “I do not sincerely believe you wish to be alone with me after hearing my tale.”
My smile dropped. “What?”
“You ran away last night. Immediately.”
Guilt stabbed me like a dagger. I hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings. Farr’vye had the wrong idea, but it was my own fault. Me and my stupid dick.
“No, Farr’vye, it wasn’t like that,” I rushed out. “It had nothing to do with you. It was…”
Damn it. How was I even supposed to finish that sentence? Sorry, it was because of my unhinged boner?
Speaking of which, I was suddenly aware of the gross feeling inside my suit. It was… a large load. And it was all dried up inside my only piece of clothing.
Now I felt disgusting on the inside and the outside.
If I scrubbed this out, it would fall to pieces. I can’t keep pretending I can wear this suit forever…
I glanced over the grassy fields. The Maeleon village sat on the horizon—close enough to retreat to, yet far enough to feel secure at a distance. If I chose to strip, no one could intrude on us without Farr’vye noticing.
The only problem was Kookee. Kur’tok would worry about his pet. I was surprised he hadn’t come looking for it by now.
“Do you think we’re safe out here? Alone, I mean?” I asked.
He kindly ignored the fact that I bypassed the previous topic.
“No living creature could sneak up on you without my knowing,” he confirmed.
That was comforting. And kind of hot.
My cock twitched, and I desperately willed it not to. Another erection was the last thing I needed in my current predicament.
“What about Kookee?” I asked.
He looked in the beast’s direction. Kookee had its head down, gobbling grass without a care in the world.
“I can take it home,” Farr’vye offered. “But you must come with me. I will not leave you by yourself, not even for a single moment.”
I despised the thought of Farr’vye abandoning me alone and defenseless in the wilderness. But the alternative was to go with him, in my dirty, crumbling suit…
“You may wait in your hut while I return Kookee. I will not allow anyone to see your face,” Farr’vye promised.
His words flowed over me like a comforting blanket. Would he really do all that for me?
If the promise came from anybody else, I would disregard it as empty. But Farr’vye was as intense as he was honest. I knew he meant it.
“Or you may remain in my arms.”
I blinked in shock. “Huh?”
“Only your face is exposed. You could simply hide your face in my chest.”
My temperature skyrocketed. Wasn’t that dangerously close to cuddling? In public? In front of the entire village?
I swallowed. The idea should’ve terrified me. Instead, heat stirred below my belly.
I’m a freak! A serious, honest-to-science freak!
“And then what?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “I can’t just get cradled by you all day.”
“I am certain Linn’ar will gift you a spare covering for your body,” Farr’vye pointed out. “Perhaps one with a hood.”
His idea struck me like lightning, and then I felt like a total idiot. I’d been so busy stressing—and getting horny—that I’d completely forgotten about Linn’ar’s knitted clothes.
“Farr’vye, you’re a genius,” I blurted.
His feelers pulsed with color again, brighter this time. “No need to compliment me. I would do anything for you.”
The breath escaped my lungs. How could he say beautiful things like that so effortlessly? Like he really meant them?
Now it wasn’t only my dick that twitched in his presence. My heart was starting to get on board, too.