Chapter 2 #7
“It means you are broadcasting receptivity to being mated,” she says, still in that academic register. A horrified blush passes over my face and then races down the rest of my body. They can tell when I am turned on. All of them. All the time. Oh, my fucking god.
“I think that’s enough revelation for the moment,” Arkon says.
* * *
Arkon
She was supposed to stay in employee accommodation, but I have no intention of letting this human out of my sight. She will be staying with me, I have decided. The bed booth set aside for her in the female employee dormitory can be allocated to another worker.
I bring her to my home, which is, I suppose, quite obviously my home. It is among the largest of the accommodations on our little rock and it contains the general trappings of nobility even here on this far-flung corner.
Evie, perceptive little thing that she is, immediately notices that we are not in the employee dormitories.
“This is your place,” she says. “I thought the contract came with accommodation?”
“I need you to stay with me. We will be working long hours, and I will need you close if your expertise is required.”
“Oh, so there are other employees staying here?”
“No.”
She smirks, sassy little thing, but she does not ask any more questions or argue with me.
“Do I have to wear this uniform all the time?” she asks.
“You’re free to wear nothing at all, if you’d prefer that,” I say.
“Where am I sleeping? Where should I put my stuff?”
“There is only one bed,” I inform her.
“Of course,” she sighs. “Rustle was right.”
“Who, or what, is Rustle?”
“He’s a guy I worked with at Alpha Core. He said I was going to be trafficked and turned into an alien sex toy and I’d never get to see Earth again. He was jealous I got the posting and not him.”
“He did not get the posting because he has a mediocre mind,” I tell her. “I reviewed all applicants. I chose you for a reason.”
She looks surprised to hear that.
“I think the best thing to do would be to get you to the bedroom and into something more comfortable. You’ve been through more than I intended for you to have to suffer through.”
I pick her up and carry her off, which makes her squeal with excitement. She grips her bag possessively, which makes sense. All she has left in the universe is contained in that little canvas sack.
“You were very brave,” I tell her as I set her down beside the bed that could easily sleep at least six of her, maybe more.
“When?”
“At every turn. When you accepted this posting, when we were in that little scuffle, when you woke up to discover that your consciousness had been temporarily severed from your body…”
As I speak, I am removing my clothing. I wish to clean up, and wearing the same robes and such that have been in an interstellar port in my home feels like an act of complete barbarism.
She is staring at me, I realize, as my bare torso comes into view.
“So that’s how they attach,” she says. She’s referring to my lower upper limbs, the second set of arms that humans somehow lost in their evolution, if they ever had them at all. “Wow.”
“Indeed,” I smile. “Would you like to touch?”
She blushes, but again I can sense her desire. She wants to do more than touch. She wants to explore my body with her hands and possibly more.
“Let me shower,” I say to her. “Would you like to clean yourself with me?”
“I need to clean up so bad,” she says. “I’ve been kept in a box for days. But, please, can I go alone?”
“Of course,” I say, demurring to her desire. I am sure she wants to attend to herself in private, and as much as I would like to have her in the shower with me, there is still time to develop intimacy. “Let me get you a clean towel.”
“I brought my own,” she says. “You never travel in space without your towel, that’s just basic stuff.”
“Why don’t you keep your towel for emergencies,” I tell her. “Use one of mine.”
The bathroom leads off the bedroom, and she pads off with her bag, clinging to the last shreds of independence she has, treating my place like an Earth motel. I wonder if she intends to use her own soap, too.
* * *
Evie
I am starting to get nervous that I won’t find anything to steal to take back to Earth. I thought the bathroom might have something thievable in it, but all it has is a tub the size of a small pool and a shower that threatens to drench me when I turn it on.
I’m almost afraid I’m going to get in trouble because of how loud it all is, but nobody comes storming in yelling at me about using too much hot water, and I realize that there are advantages to being in an alien world.
As I let the water stream over me, I think about everything that got me to this point.
He called me brave. I guess I am, maybe.
I think I’m just someone who takes advantage of opportunities.
I’m getting paid more for this posting than I’d earn on Earth in more than a hundred years.
Even if I do get alien abducted and trafficked for a bit, it would be worth it to come back so rich I won’t actually need to work for the Alpha Core.
And that’s before I sneaky steal some tech that’ll get me even more compensation.
The shower is making me feel much more like myself. I am remembering who I am when I am not being outrageously aroused by a handsome alien boss.
I turn off the shower, which is a valve that takes two hands for me to operate, but I can do it. Then I get out, wrap myself in a towel that fits me like a dress, and dry myself off before finding my nightgown in my bag.
It’s short, falling to mid-thigh, and it’s pink and form-fitting. Okay, maybe I chose it because I wanted someone to see me in it. But I didn’t really think that would happen. Not like this.
* * *
Arkon
The human showers for an inordinate amount of time. So long that I start to wonder if she has gotten herself into trouble in there. The sounds indicate that she’s happily splashing around though, so I leave her to it. I may have to clean the bathroom after she is done, but there are worse fates.
When she finally comes out, she is adorable. Her hair is messy and a little curly, her eyes are sparkling, and she is barefoot in a little pink dress.
“You look very cute,” I say.
She blushes. I love how responsive she is to my words. My approval clearly matters a great deal to her, and that, I think, is a perfect boss/employee relationship.
“Let me help you into bed,” I say, picking her up by the waist and putting her onto the bed. It is almost as tall as she is, and as sweet as it would be to see her try to climb up there, this feels like the gallant thing to do.
“This is not how things work on Earth,” she says as she settles cross-legged on the coverlet. “I would never sleep in the same bed as my boss. And I guess I’d never… do any of the other stuff we’ve been doing either.”
“Things are different here,” I tell her. “But you will adjust, I think. Besides, you need someone to be with you. You need to be handled, and I am enjoying handling you.”
Her skin performs that cute color change it does when something I have said affects her.
“I’m going to get clean,” I tell her. “You get comfortable.”
* * *
I shower and I think about putting on pants afterward. I don’t usually sleep in pants, but she is a virgin, and preserving some of that innocence feels important to me. I do not want to take total advantage of her. I want to possess her and punish her, and I want to make her mine, and…
I force myself to think of more chaste things, and it works right up until I see her sitting with the covers over her. She is such a small, but potent creature. The room is already full of her scent, and every part of me is lighting up, including my staffs of mating.
She is a virgin, I remind myself. She is an employee from a distant planet, and I have already almost gotten her killed twice today, once during the battle, and again when she went limp as I pushed the vessel into an old warp signature she couldn’t contain.
She’s looking at me with alert eyes that avoid mine but cast themselves down my body. She is not used to seeing a four-armed man, so I understand. And then they dip lower, she sees the bulge beneath the absorbent material and subconsciously licks her lips.
More desire suffuses the room. At this point, it would be rude not to indulge her.
I let the towel slide from my waist and I watch her face pale, her jaw drop, her eyes widen as she takes in the length of my cocks.
One sits above the other. The top one is the main mating apparatus.
It is designed to spread the channel of our mates wide and stimulate roughly while the secondary cock enters an aperture designed for breeding.
Humans, I have heard, do not share this architecture.
“There’s two of them,” she finally says.
“Yes. In our species, females have two mating apertures,” I explain, feeling somewhat amused at giving a sexual health lesson while standing naked before a half-entranced, half-horrified human.
“Oh, my god,” she blushes, covering her face partially with her hands—but not her eyes, I notice. They keep running up and down my body.
* * *
Evie
His hair is long and wet and hanging to his waist. I want to put my hands in it.
I want to run my tongue over the washboard of his abdomen.
He functionally has two sets of pecs because he has to handle two sets of arms, so the rippling that you get on any in-shape guy is even more rippling than usual.
He is so. Fucking. Hot. I never thought I would ever encounter a man this attractive, much less be able to look at him so boldly.
Everything about him is easy on the eyes, but his cocks are particularly stunning, long and thick and with heads that are flared in an exaggerated way that almost puts me in mind of the way a dragon’s head is flared.
“Do you want to know what they feel like?”
I swallow and allow myself a little nod. I very much want to know that, and so many other things.