Chapter 5
Charlie
I might have let out a little squeak when Mox just ducked beneath some rocks and plunged us into utter darkness.
I managed to press my hand over my mouth to muffle it, scared that I’d just made enough noise to draw another of those scary black snakes to us.
Mox’s chest rumbled against my side and it took me a few seconds before I realized that he was laughing. The bastard.
When he’d picked me up that first time I’d been a little scared and then annoyed but there was just something about the way he looked at me with his amethyst eyes.
I felt like I could trust him, he’d saved me twice already, and he’d picked up my shoe before he chased after me.
That wasn’t the act of someone who intended to do me harm.
I was pretty glad he hadn’t made me walk into this darkness, it was scary enough because it was so unexpected. I couldn’t see much, but it felt like we were winding down some kind of stairs, was there a building hidden beneath the ground? A bunker of some kind?
The first hints of light came in the form of glittering crystals just as things seemed to level off. Mox paused and I could feel that he twisted left and right, peering down the long hallway that was silhouetted by the soft pink light shining from those stones.
I could tell they stuck out from a ceiling, stretching along a corridor in one direction for a long time, while the other way, only three crystals illuminated a short dead end.
The rocks piled in there told me that whatever was beyond that had been subject to a massive collapse.
My skin prickled with the desire to return to above ground, what if this section we were in crumbled too?
When Mox moved us down the long stretch of corridor, I started to think this place to clean up he’d promised wasn’t going to be worth it.
I was starting to grow dizzy from the speed at which the pink lights above my head were passing.
Or maybe that was just me holding my breath because I was scared.
Sharp spikes of pain pounding into my skull from my temple, where the sticky remains of a gash made me all too aware that I wasn’t well, I had a concussion from the crash.
He ducked us through a doorway so suddenly that I did squeak, surprised at what lay beyond it.
A chamber, with a domed ceiling and tiled walls, crystals of many colors set into the dome made pretty geometric patterns while also lighting up the room as brightly as if it was daylight.
I squinted from the brightness after the dark, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
This looked like a bathhouse, or a fancy swimming pool maybe.
A clear pool ahead of me filled most of the room, curls of steam drifting off the surface that indicated that that water was warm.
A section was sloped, allowing a person to wade right in, while a good part of the pool was deep enough that I probably couldn’t touch the bottom.
Pink and purple fern-like plants cascaded and sprouted from portions of the walls and from pots placed along the edges of the pool.
This whole place was gorgeous and unexpected.
“Would this suit you, Charlie?” Mox rumbled as he did that sneaky thing again where he let my whole body slide along his when putting me down.
I could feel the rasp of his scales as they caught on my clothing, felt how he pressed me to him so my breasts flattened against his chest. It felt good, really good, to touch a muscled, distinctly male body like that.
He wasn’t so alien either that I couldn’t recognize the heated expression in his gem-colored eyes.
He knew exactly what he was doing, he was feeling me up, and he liked it.
When my feet touched the ground, I wobbled a little.
My body was scratched up and sore, the one bare foot settling on smooth tile, while my shoe slipped along the smooth surface.
I didn’t hesitate to clutch at his arms, delighted at the firm feel of his biceps beneath the smooth scales that covered him.
“This is lovely, how is this place even possible?” I asked, still holding onto him while I looked up at the magnificent ceiling.
It was like one of those beautifully decorated church ceilings, only all the patterns were geometric.
It felt a little like I was standing somewhere holy, and unless I was badly mistaken, Mox didn’t appear to be from a society advanced enough to make something like this.
“This is a place the ancestors built, long ago,” Mox explained.
He was unstrapping the weapons harness and his backpack from his shoulders and dropping them to the floor as he spoke.
“Very long ago,” he added more thoughtfully when he gazed out over the heated water.
“Come on, the water is self-cleaning, we’ll wash your clothes too. ”
I didn’t realize what he meant by that until he had me in his arms again and started sliding into the water.
Then I didn’t mind, I wasn’t sure I wanted to undress in front of him anyway.
I was grateful that he wasn’t going to leave, I didn’t want to run the risk of passing out in the hot water. With my luck, I’d drown myself.
The water was just the right temperature against my chilled skin, tickling my bare foot, pulling on the one with the shoe as it became waterlogged.
Mox held me loosely cradled in his arms as soon as we hit the deeper end and I moved to rub at my skin to get rid of the mud that coated me.
I wasn’t sure how long that was going to last if I had to go out into that swamp again, but it felt good to be clean.
Unless, my traitorous mind supplied, Mox would continue to carry me around, a girl could get used to that.
I pulled off my shoe, scrubbing it clean as best I could with my fingers, before tossing it over Mox’s shoulder back onto the tile floor.
I caught his amused grin when I did that, but then his eyes turned molten, sliding from my face down to my chest. My shirt had molded itself over my boobs, the pale green fabric going nearly transparent so the lace of my bra was clearly outlined beneath the fabric.
“Hey, my eyes are up here, buddy,” I told him, grinning. After dealing with my horrible boss, Mox’s obvious fixation on my boobs shouldn’t make me feel warm inside, but it did. Somehow, I didn’t think this weird snake alien was going to ask me to suck his dick for a promotion.
He pulled his eyes from my chest so quickly that he must have felt that in his neck, his expression startled, and maybe even a little guilty. “I know this, Charlie,” he responded, “I have simply never seen a body as soft as yours before… It is fascinating.”
I smothered a laugh, aware that he was probably not calling me fat, though compared to his lean form, I was definitely much more curvy.
Leaning back, against the bar of his arm beneath my back, I dipped my head into the water, scrubbing at my hair and face to clean myself.
Gently massaging the sticky dried blood from my temple and wincing when that made my head ache more.
When I opened my eyes again, Mox wasn’t looking at my chest, he was staring at my feet.
Now that was a fascination I could understand, those had to look so foreign to him, a being with no legs.
I was a little dizzy but I felt good enough to push free from his arms so I could dare a breaststroke through the warm, and miraculously clean water.
He was right, there was some kind of advanced filtration system in place.
He kept pace with me so silently that it was a little eerie, his head lifted out of the water but his long snake body undulating without so much as causing a ripple.
His hand was at the small of my back the entire time, never losing contact with me.
“You should take off your coverings so you can properly wash them,” he suggested nonchalantly.
When I gave him a look over my shoulder, I could see a teasing light in his eyes.
Cheeky, he knew what he was saying, he was flirting.
“I don’t think I know you well enough for that, buddy,” I shot back, heading for the ledge because the exercise was making my head pound.
I could see how he paused in the center of the pool as I hauled myself onto the edge, a puzzled frown on his face.
Even so, I felt the tip of his tail curling after me, wrapping around my ankle where I sat.
“I am not called buddy,” he said, “My name is Mox. First Hunter of the Copper Tooth Clan.” He tapped the center of his chest proudly as he spoke tilting his head at an angle, his expression was all serious for the longest moment and I worried that I’d offended him.
Then he shot me a playful grin that made my stomach lurch with butterflies and heat shot through my body.
There was definitely a playful side to this guy.
I really liked that, if he’d been human he would have totally been my type, or maybe my type was half snake-man, maybe that’s why I’d had so much trouble dating back on Earth.
“Okay Mox, but can you maybe not touch me the entire time?” I asked, while I curled my hand around the tip of his tail and pulled it free from my ankle to hold it up to him.
The appendage curled around my fingers immediately, gripping my hand back, the sleek, powerful muscles beneath the scales obvious.
“We have not consummated our mating bond,” Mox said, his body cutting through the water to reach my side.
“Until we do, I need to touch you or we lose the ability to understand each other.” I blinked at him, at his serious but oh-so-handsome face with his alien slitted pupils and the dusting of fine scales on his cheeks.
Did he just say mating bond? Consummating?
My brain flashed me all kinds of images of my naked body entwined with his, even if I hadn’t seen a single indication that he even had a penis.
My face hot, and my body somehow even hotter, I shook my head.
“What are you talking about?” I shook my hand, trying to dislodge the tip of his tail and all I managed to do was wrench my shoulder a little.
He was making it sound like it was a done deal; like it was inevitable.
I wasn’t sure I liked how much my body was on board with that plan.
I thought he was different from my boss, but maybe I was wrong.
“My sigils lit up when we touched, my mating sigils, that means we are mates. Does your species not mate for life?” Mox said.
He tilted his head a little as he looked at me, drifting even closer until he had one arm braced on the ledge on either side of me.
I should be feeling caged in, this wasn’t an unfamiliar place to be in either, I’d been trapped before by a man like this.
Mox just made my body light on fire with his nearness, it was crazy.
“No, it does not,” I said, putting my hands up against his chest, fully intending to push him away. I found myself petting his heavy pectoral muscles instead, my fingers wanting to curl into him, dragging him even closer.
“Mmm,” Mox husked, “I’ll change your mind, don’t worry.
” His face was so close that I just couldn’t help myself, blame the concussion, I leaned up and brushed my lips over his, surprised by how soft they were.
He sucked in a surprised breath, his mouth opening a little, and I slicked my tongue inside, brushing it over his shockingly split one, and then up against one of his sharp fangs.
He reared back when I did that, his eyes huge in his face, his breath coming in rapid bursts.
“What was that? Why did you do that?” he demanded.
He looked so shocked and aroused that I had to stifle a giggle behind my hand.
Maybe it was crazy, but who cared? There was no one here to judge me except for me.
The UAR had tossed me aside like garbage, so maybe I should just go completely local.
Well, not completely, because he clearly didn’t know about kissing.
“You mean you’ve never had a kiss before?
” I asked him, still surprised when he shook his head.
He had a mouth shaped much like mine, how had his species not invented kissing?
Reaching up, I cupped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him a little closer to me, “Did you like it? Shall we do it again?”
He leaned in immediately, eagerly slanting his mouth over mine.
Proving to be a quick study, he slid his forked tongue between my lips, flooding my taste buds with a spicy, addictive flavor that was surprising but welcome.
He tasted good, and he made me feel good as he followed my lead and made love to my mouth.
Soon, I wasn’t leading anymore, he had my head cradled snugly between his hands, holding me still for his ministrations.
I felt a little owned and I felt a sharp thrill of illicit excitement.
This alien snake-man, this creature was kissing me.
He wasn’t even remotely human, I barely knew anything about him, and yet… This was the best kiss I’d ever had.
When he finally pulled back, his amethyst eyes shimmering, chest heaving like a bellows, I dropped my eyes down and gasped.
Okay, so he definitely had a cock. It was rising, proud, and thick, from the front of his pelvis area.
The shaft was black but the tip was a deep purple, then it moved, the tip splitting down the middle, twisting back together.
My pussy clenched hard, pleasure skating up my spine just from looking at that thing.
Whoah, what would it feel like if he did that while inside of me?