Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I wake up from my short nap plastered across Lora’s body and using him as my bed. I might have drooled a little on his chest, but that’s what he gets for fucking me so well. I push up a little to look in his face, finding him staring at me with an affectionate smile on his lips.
“I drooled on you.” Clearly, it still isn’t my turn to use the brain.
Lora rattles affirmatively. “I do not mind your saliva on my skin. I have relished having your mouth on me. You slept peacefully, and I enjoyed watching your repose.”
“That is probably something other people will think is sweet, but it’s a little weird that you watched me drool on you and didn’t do anything about it.” People’s mouths are disgusting until we’re horny, and then they’re still gross, but I get over it in pursuit of pleasure.
Lora rattles noncommittally. “I would not disturb your sleep unless it was necessary.”
“What would constitute a necessary disruption?” I’m curious what he thinks is important enough to wake me up.
Without even a moment to think about it, he replies with confidence, “I would wake you if the defense of your person required it.”
I blink at that. “But not in defense of my possessions?” Is it weird I’m amused that his mind immediately went to violence of some sort and not, “If I get called in to work” or “Your cousin’s at the door and needs you to let her in?”
Lora thinks about that for a moment. “It depends on the circumstances of the theft. If they are stealing food, they may have it. If they are stealing Jefferson, I may stop them because of your emotional attachment to the cleaning device.”
I press my lips into a line wishing I could defend my “emotional attachment,” but honestly, he’s right. I would be sad if my robot vacuum was stolen. Especially since I put eyes and a mouth on it—customization makes it a valuable member of my household.
“Your people really do think of sleep as a vulnerability, don’t you?” I say instead.
“It is when we are the most defenseless. It is strange to me that humans have not developed an instinctual fear of sleeping in close quarters with others,” he replies with the rattling equivalent of a shrug.
It is the most adorable rattle I’ve ever heard, and I can’t help but smile and kiss him in response.
Lora kisses me back, and then his tongue slips into my mouth and my body stirs with arousal, but it’s not the needfulness that his pheromone release caused earlier.
Unexpectedly, the thought hits me that maybe he’s got what he wanted and now he’s done with me.
Yes, I know it’s irrational considering the conversation that we had prior to sexing it up, but I expected him to get turned on when I kissed him.
I pull back, probably wide-eyed because I’m suddenly worried and maybe a little stressed out. “You’re not horny.” If that sounds like an accusation, I forgive myself, because I’m ready and raring and my future long term partner isn’t.
Lora smiles lazily, stroking me from shoulder to ass. “I am still quite satisfied with our previous congress. Do you need me to lick you again, my little Ollie?”
I frown while at the same time pushing my hips into his body to show him how much I’d like that. “Yes, I would like that, but not if you’re not into it.” I’m not petulant when I say that, but it takes a Herculean effort to not be.
Lora squeezes my ass, spreading my cheeks and letting one clawed finger sort of scrape its way down my crack.
“I would be very into bringing you to orgasm again.
I find your species' refractory period fascinating. I think it would be fun to explore how many times you can orgasm before I recover mine.”
“Oh. I see. You have a longer refractory period?” I wonder how long he has to wait between orgasms.
“I do. Our species doesn’t rely on sex for reproduction.
It is a social development that doesn’t require multiple sessions for productivity; therefore, we recover our ability to orgasm during our sleep cycle.
I will not be able to orgasm again until after my rest period,” he explains, playing with my hole in a distracting way, and I have to admit that hearing he can’t orgasm again until he sleeps isn’t as much of a blow when he’s touching me like he wants to fuck me again even if he can’t get off.
I hum softly, grinding my now-eager dick into his abs. “When is your next rest period?”
“Tomorrow night.” He says that and nuzzles my neck, pulling me up his body.
He sucks on the skin behind my ear, which sends little sparks of arousal shooting through me. I moan softly, ready for whatever he wants to give me.
“Shall I suck on you as you did me?” he asks in my ear, biting the lobe gently and sucking it into his mouth.
“I would love that,” I agree, moving my hips against him, trying to convince myself I shouldn’t come from frotting his abs. It’s a losing battle.
In a massive display of alien strength, Lora lifts me up and moves me into position, straddling his shoulders.
Weirdly, that’s when I notice that he replaced my bed with one that will accommodate his size, which explains the new mattress.
Then he licks me from balls to crown, and all my attention is back on him.
He sucks my dick into his mouth, careful of his sharp teeth.
That tongue feels like he wraps it around my shaft, pumping me almost like I’ve got a warm wet hole riding me.
I groan, thrusting into his mouth, knowing that there’s no way my dick could choke him, and he responds with an encouraging push on my ass with one hand, and the finger of another prodding my hole.
It doesn’t feel like he’s got a claw on me, rather, he pushes that finger all the way into me, and it’s both lubed up and thick enough to leave me a little sore after the fact.
As his tongue takes me to the edge, he uses that finger to push me over it, and faster than I expect, I shoot off, coming on his tongue like it’s my job.
Lora rattles in smug satisfaction, slowly easing up on my dick before pulling off completely.
He smiles up at me, leaving his finger inside me for the moment.
“Your ejaculate tastes like a common fruit on my home planet,” he says with a sense of nostalgia.
“Dr. Randy will want to update the files on humans with that information. He may ask for a semen sample from a human patient to analyze,” he adds thoughtfully.
Gently, I raise up and he pulls his finger out of me so I can scoot down his body. “What would he analyze it for? And he can have some of mine, but maybe tomorrow since I’ve already come twice today.”
Lora’s rattle is another shrug. “Perhaps for its nutritional value to our species. It is rather interesting how compatible we are. Humans can donate to create hybrids, your blood is particularly delicious, and now your ejaculate as well.”
“Well, you are vampires,” I point out. “Fluid based diet is standard for vamps in our fiction.”
Lora laughs softly. “You know we eat solid foods as well, silly human.”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one who chose to translate your alien species name into ScaryDarkAlienVampire. That is on your linguists,” I remind him, and he chuckles with amusement.
“We try to translate our species name into a description that encompasses what the species we are meeting will understand. To the Lingtap of Greagh One, the description was ‘ScaryMoonAlienBlood—Gopher seems to be the best translation of their word. It is a small ground digging rodent that surfaces at night to prey on several types of reptiles. It drains the reptiles of their fluids, but it is the only animal on the planet that does such a thing and there isn’t a mythological equivalent in their lore like there is in your cultures.” He thinks for a moment and laughs.
“On one planet we called ourselves ScaryAbyssMosquitoAliens.”
“Why always ‘scary?’” I wonder, playing with a lock of his hair.
“Because it is scary when aliens come to your planet and take over. We are a military force, and we impose the will of the galactic alliance on species that are unaware of the wider galactic community. It would be disingenuous of us to not recognize that we are terrifying, and we decided millennia ago that as an occupying force, we would be truthful and transparent with our charges.”
I can admit that I have had more than a few moments of terror when face-to-face with him since his people arrived, so I guess that’s a valid descriptor.
“Well, even if humans are inherently rebellious against authority, I think you couldn’t have arrived at a better time, and you’re doing a great job keeping us alive. ”
Lora pats my butt and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I agree with you.”
“So what’s next on your agenda? Do you have to go back to work?” I ask, since we’re really winding down on that conversation and I actually have a new job to start too.
“I have some reports to upload to the database, but first I plan to take you to the medical center, introduce you to the person you will report to, and assist while you become familiar with your new contribution.”
Oh goody. “It’s like we’re always on the same page,” I laugh, sitting up, excited to start my new job.
Lora pokes my soft belly, rubbing it like it’s precious to him. “I do enjoy that aspect of our friendship.”
The look of possession in those dark eyes tell me that friendship is only one aspect of this relationship, and I can’t say I’m upset about the desire in him to claim me. How fucking cheesy is that?