El-Frankin #2
“No, I don’t think so.” I try and imagine Tammy bent over a breeding bench, naked, her two holes on show, only one of which is meant for breeding. Is that what’s turning me away? Using a part of her body purely for pleasure and not for the end result.
“So what is it?” he asks.
I look into his eyes. He must be able to read me. Out of everyone, he should.
He can.
“It’s your memories,” he says quietly after a few moments. “They are keeping the door to your future locked.”
I close my eyes as my heart squeezes painfully. But grief is a familiar pain, an old friend—a dark cloak I wore for a long time and have only just gotten used to taking it off.
Right now it’s back draped over my shoulders and sucking all the energy from me.
“Your old mate would want you to find happiness again.”
“But is breeding happiness? Or is it just breeding?”
“Won’t one thing lead to another?” He holds out his hands. “You breed, you connect. You find happiness together.”
“Do you really want that.” I watch his expression closely. “For me to be with her.”
“I want the breeding program to be a success, it is the king’s greatest wish and the only hope for Planet Hade.” That muscle flexes in smooth his jawline again. “My wish is always the wish of our great and wise King Athos.”
“In-Sar?”
“That has to be the way forward.”
“For us?”
“Yes.” He stands and turns his back to me. Takes a long drink. “You are one of the chosen few to be a recipient male. Don’t waste that chance. Share your genes, procreate with this Earth female and re-populate our planet.”
I stand, my body is tense, my tail lifted high. “I will then.”
“Good.” He turns. “You should go now and do just that.”
“Should I?”
His cheeks have flushed to lilac and his thick eyebrows are pulled as low as his shiny tail has gone high.
I adore him. I can’t imagine my life without him. It has been In-Sar and me together for so long—a quiet life out here in the fields, in a nurturing, mutually trusting relationship.
“It’s not as if we won’t see each other any more,” he says a little stiffly. “We work together. It is our destiny to be on this farm.”
I nod.
“And maybe I will get to know her.”
“Yes. You should. When I have…you know, fixed this.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
I close my eyes, squeeze the bridge of my nose and take a deep breath. I am going to have to admit to her that I’ve been in the wrong.
“El-Frankin.”
He is close, right before me. I can feel his body heat and smell his unique, mountain-air scent. He places his warm palms on my shoulders and squeezes.
“Whatever happens,” he says quietly, “she will forgive you.”
“Why would she?”
“She has traveled so far to be here, and if she’s here, it’s because she had nothing to stay on Earth for.”
“Her twin came too, they wouldn’t be parted.”
“Which is good, she has a soul sister.”
I nod and touch his cheek. “You are always so understanding of situations.”
“And so will she be, if you are as honest with her as you are with me. She will know what you are going through then. That the memories of years ago are still alive in your head.” He pauses. “Perhaps she will help you make new memories.”
“Perhaps.” I bite my bottom lip. In-Sar has helped me make new memories. Not the same as the ones when I was with my mate, but new thoughts, feelings, experiences to fill my mind when the only previous inhabitants had been sorrow and loss.
“Try and be happy with her,” he says, drawing his face closer to mine. “I want that for you.”
“I want you to be happy too.”
“If I have your friendship I will always be happy.”
“Just friends?” I ask.
He swallows, the sound loud in the heavy silence between us.
“Just friends,” he repeats and brushes his lips over mine. They are different to Tammy’s. A little drier, thinner, more confident that I will kiss him back.
I hold in a moan, it’s part longing, part relief, and part an exhale of the tension in my body.
“Is this okay?” he whispers.
“I…I don’t know.” Am I being unfaithful now that Tammy has landed on Planet Hade? “Perhaps we shouldn’t…anymore.”
He pulls back but slides his hands to my chest. “Maybe I could do that thing you like…one last time.” He pokes out his tongue and the end splits, forking into two strong prongs.
My cocks stiffen and my heart rate picks up in anticipation. He hasn’t done that to me for a long time. Not since we heard Vortex One had reached the Drideon Constellation.
“You can say no,” he says with a slight lisp on the ‘s’.
“I don’t want to.” I push his hair back and over his right ear, the gesture tender and caring. His horns are sparkling as though they are wet and his tail is up and quivering. Hurting In-Sar is not something I ever want to do, physically or emotionally. He means too much to me.
“You don’t want me to do that or you don’t want to say no.” He pauses. “Which is it, El-Frankin?”
“I don’t want to say no.” My voice is low, as though guilt has dragged it down an octave.
He rasps his tongue out again, as though tasting the air. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” My ball tightens to a solid lump and my cocks strain against my pants.
“You have to promise not to feel guilty.”
I frown.
“You are not intimate with your Earth female yet. You do not owe her fidelity until that moment.”
I don’t totally agree. But right now my cocks have other ideas and In-Sar knows me so well. We’ve done it so many times. How can once more hurt?
“El-Frankin,” he murmurs and then kisses me with his forked tongue. It chases for mine and I respond to the heated wetness and the playful flicks.
He gets busy with his hands, releasing my pants and letting them bunch at my knees.
I grab each of my cocks and take them in my fists, preparing to masturbate while he does his thing with his tongue.
Maybe this is what I need. A release, an orgasm, and then my head will clear, my heart will open and I’ll be ready for Tammy.
In-Sar slides down my body, his hands roaming over my belly and around to my bare ass cheeks. He takes them in his hands and squeezes just the way he knows I like.
I moan and tip my head to the ceiling, close my eyes.
I’m working my cocks now, bringing them to full stiffness.
And as I tense my belly and lock my knees I feel his tongue flicking over my slits, first the upper and then the base cock.
It feels so good, so intimate, and he uses the forked end to tickle and tease and tempt me to ejaculate into my hands.
I grit my teeth as the pressure grows. My hands are working fast. Once when we did this I thought he was going to push my hands away and take my cocks into his mouth, but he didn’t.
I wonder what would have happened if he had. How it would have felt to reach the back of his throat? Would I have released my seed instantly…into his mouth?
Thinking of that fantasy heightens my state of arousal and suddenly the need to claim my climax is hard to ignore.
“Yes…yes…” I say and then curse in my native tongue. The new language escapes me as I concentrate on jerking myself off and the sensation of his tongue dipping in and out of my slits.
My ball seems to shrink into my body. I hold my breath, and then it’s there. I cry out, a deep animalistic sound, and cum spurts first from my upper cock and then my base cock. He stays with me, licking and flicking, not gently but with enthusiasm.
The orgasm extends and I rock back and forth. For a few moments it’s bliss to forget everything except physical pleasure.
And then I land back on Planet Hade. I open my eyes and look down at In-Sar. He is on his knees before me, still delicately flicking the tips of my cocks.
“In-Sar,” I say, releasing my deflating erections and tugging his tunic. “Please…I…”
He stands, his eyes flashing and his mouth a little wet. His tongue reverts as he smiles and slips it back between his lips. “Feel better?”
“Yes…thank you…but…”
He presses his index finger to my lips. “No buts. We know who we are to each other. We know that we can help each other through anything destiny and the Great Sky God Butan throws at us. No one else needs to know or understand us.”
I nod.
“No Earth female can do that with their tongue though.” I gesture at my purple cum smeared cocks. “Make it feel that way.”
“That is true.” He reaches for a cloth. “Here.”
I wipe up my release and pull up my pants.
Despite what we just did, what In-Sar is to me, I am going to have to start again with Tammy.
Apologize, understand her needs, and then commence the breeding program.
Maybe I’ll be able to move forward one small step at a time if I am slow and steady and earn her trust.
If she gives me the chance, that is.
It might be too late.