2
“Perhaps he’s bored of me.”
“No one could ever be bored of you, Tammy.” I grin at her. “Listen, we need a plan.”
“I agree.” She sits. “But what?”
“Subtlety is clearly getting you nowhere so when we are out of the house, the bala, at the party, you ask him outright what his problem is.”
“I don’t particularly like putting myself forward for criticism and rejection but…okay. I will try.”
“And I will discreetly ask Ar-Hagan if he has any idea why his brother has cooled. This might be quite a common problem. These men haven’t seen females for years remember. We are aliens on their planet, it’s going to take some getting used to for them.”
“I suppose.” She cups her breasts. “And only having two of these must be a disappointment, don’t you think?”
“No, not at all, not if Ar-Hagan’s fondness for mine is anything to go by.”
“What’s it like?” She sits on the edge of the bed again. “That forked tongue?”
I press my lips tight and close my eyes, remembering the night before when my new mate licked me all over, literally. His dexterous firm tongue found every erogenous zone and worked me to a stunning climax. “It’s…nice.”
“I can tell by your face it’s more than nice.”
I shrug. “Yes, it’s different to what we’re used to and Ar-Hagan doesn’t seem to tire, he just goes and goes.”
“No three minute wonders then.”
“Well as I said, we haven’t got that far, so I have no idea what his stamina will be like.”
“But you will soon. The whole reason we are here is to breed. If he doesn’t plant his seed then how can you get pregnant with the next generation of alien-human hybrids?”
“He’s respectful, going at my pace.” I take a deep breath and recall his wide strong body against mine, the heat of his purple tinted flesh, the way his sleek dark hair flows to his shoulders and his soft beard brushes my skin when we kiss.
A small tremble of longing wends up my spine. I hope it will not be long until we fuck. I want his cock, his cocks, and I want us to experience climax together, not just him bringing me to orgasm which is all we have done so far.
“I bet you do it tonight, after the party,” Tammy says. “You’ve got that horny look in your eyes, I’ve seen it before.”
“What? I do not! When?”
“When you met that accountant from Banff. When we were in Florida, remember, and you couldn’t even wait to get back to the hotel and you did it behind the club.”
“Damn, yes, he was hot, and his cock, fuck, even up against a wall I came twice.”
“See.” She points at me. “That look. That’s your I-want-to-fuck look.”
I laugh. “Well perhaps it is and Ar-Hagan might just get lucky.”
Her smile falls. “Both cocks?”
“That I don’t know.” I press a point in the wall and my clothing podule opens. “Perhaps I’ll start with just one cock for starters.”
“Can you do that?”
“Only one way to find out.” I clap. “Now, what shall I wear?”
As the two suns, Andri and Gorthin, slip towards the crop-filled horizon, Ar-Hagan and I leave the farmstead.
“You look beautiful,” he says, opening the door of our vehz vehicle.
“Thank you.”
He smiles, his gaze sliding down my body. I’ve opted for a sumptuous purple gown with gold and red gems on the seam lines. It has side slits showing off my tan legs and I’ve added high heels so that I am at least shoulder height to my mate.
“I like this.” He runs his hand down my bare back. “Seeing you, here, you’re perfect.”
“My back?”
“Yes, all of you is perfect.”
I brush my lips over his and then sit in the car. My heart is full. Ar-Hagan says all the right things, he looks at me the right way, provides for me, nurtures me and I know he wants me…carnally.
And tonight might just be the night as Tammy suggested. A few glasses of wine and we might just start that breeding program.
There is no reason not to. The medic has given us the all-clear. We have adapted well to the new atmosphere. The pointy ears it gives us are a little strange and they definitely suit Tammy with her pixie haircut better than they do me but I am not complaining.
Ar-Hagan gets in and soon we are heading toward the bright lights of Mimis.
“It is disappointing that Tammy and El-Frankin aren’t joining us,” I say.
“I agree.”
I pause. “But maybe some time alone will do them good.”
“Why do you say that?” He glances at me.
“They don’t get much time alone together, he is working on the crops for many more hours than you each day.”
He swallows and his jaw tightens.
“What?” I ask.
“I don’t understand your question, Mel.”
“What aren’t you saying? That’s what ‘what’ means.”
“Nothing.” He glances at me with a frown and then returns his line of sight to our direction of travel. “I am not saying anything.”
“Exactly.” I reach for his hand. “I am a little concerned about Tammy spending so much time alone. She’s a social butterfly, she likes company, and she likes El-Frankin.”
“El-Frankin has lots to do, this is a very busy time of year for him just before the harvest.”