Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The absolute chaos that erupts as soon as Lora disappears is almost incomprehensible.
The skies fill with tiny ships coming through the atmosphere, and then the real explosions begin.
At first it looks like debris from the fake exploded ship is taking out a few of the tiny ships raining down, but as more and more of them explode and those little explosions take out some of the others, it becomes apparent that the ScaryDarkAlienVampires have hidden sky mines up there and they are taking out the InvasiveParasiticBodySnatchers.
It’s kind of ingenious and sadly beautiful because it looks like a million little meteors burning up on entry.
Bee’s monotone interrupts our staring. “It’s a meteor shower made of death.”
She’s not wrong. “They chose the wrong planet to invade,” I remind her. “They were warned.”
She nods, turning her face away from the small blazes in the sky. “I still can’t watch it anymore. I’m glad Lora’s ok, but this is carnage I don’t want to watch.”
I agree, turning with her to go back to the living room. The TV is back on the only channel that works, and Lora is there again, working in conjunction with the rest of the leadership team to turn the invasive force back and force them to retreat.
Under the image is the total number of deaths and casualties, and the number for the enemy is closing in on a billion. The humans have suffered another ten casualties since the explosion, but our alien nannies haven’t gone up in number, which is good as far as I’m concerned.
A little ticker at the top begins to scroll with a message from our defenders: The main force of the InvasiveParasiticBodySnatchers has been eliminated. Survivors are retreating. This species does not fight wars of attrition.
And it repeats.
“Looks like the war is over,” Bee says, giving herself a long pour of our current bottle of wine.
I take the bottle when she’s done and do the same, holding up my glass to hers. “Here’s to never having to go through that again.”
She clinks my glass and we both take huge gulps. “You know, I realize that I have been extremely privileged to have never been front and center of any war, and right now, I’m really glad the aliens came to stop us from doing it to ourselves anymore. No one should have to go through that.”
Absolutely no one.
“This is why I’m a misanthrope,” I agree, pulling her in for a decent, comforting cuddle. I don’t think my heart has recovered from the moment I thought I lost Lora on live TV, and it may never.
“I’m beginning to see your point,” she replies softly, but it’s a lie. Bee has always supported my dislike of humans, and she has always worked toward a better humanity. She’s never going to give up the thing that makes her life meaningful.
I kiss the top of her head. “Liar.”
She chuckles softly. “I really am.”
***
It takes another four days before Lora returns, and I jump out of my skin, yelping like he hasn’t been teleporting in and out of my home for a couple of months when he does appear.
The juice I’m pouring flies out of my hand with a jerk, soaking me from forehead to navel and then spilling all over the counter and floor.
Lora does that rattling laugh thing he does, reaching for one of the good kitchen towels.
“Not that one!” I yelp, smacking his hand away from the beautifully white towel. “That one is purely for decoration.”
Lora rattles in confusion. “Why do you need a towel for decoration?”
I freeze for a moment as I’m pulling one of the grungy dish towels from the drawer.
Since the aliens have taken over, production of paper products has stopped, and as far as I can tell, everyone is back to using cloth towels and napkins for their messes.
Since the aliens have installed water recyclers and sanitation stations, we’re actually using less water while also not continuing our deforestation.
“Ok, I’m going to guess that decorative towels are a holdover from the last century when we started decorating our kitchens since we were spending so much time in them.
I have decorative towels because my mother did because her mother did.
I’m not sure if her mother did, but that’s the explanation I have for you.
” I’m pretty sure there’s an ancestor of mine who would be smacking me for wasting a useful towel on vanity.
I can't prove it, but there’s a feeling in the atmosphere like someone is rolling over in their grave and grabbing a stick.
“I don’t think there is another known species that uses cleaning implements for decoration,” he comments, taking the grungy towel from me to clean up the mess on the counters while I wipe my face off with a damp towel.
“Humans are trend setters,” I tease, pulling my shirt off. “Are you back, or is this another brief visit?” I ask, hoping for the former.
Lora finishes his wipe down and pours me a glass of juice. “The war is over, and the enemy has retreated. I am no longer needed to coordinate the defense effort, and I have returned the responsibility of planetary defense to the team that monitors it during peaceful times.”
“Nice. Why did they give you that responsibility to begin with? Not that I’m complaining. I appreciated being able to see you on the TV whenever I wanted.” It only had that one devastating moment, and he dealt with that as fast as possible.
“I am a parent,” he reminds me as I gulp down more juice than I expected I’d need. I guess getting the shit scared out of you makes you thirsty? “I asked to be the coordinator, and they indulged me.”
Because in their society parents get what they want. I smile up at my huge alien. “Thank you for thinking of me.”
Lora takes the empty glass out of my hand and refills it with water from the tap (which tastes just like filtered water, so no complaints). “You are continuously in my thoughts, my Ollie.”
Awww.
And also, “I would very much like to share an orgasm or two with you to reinforce our romantic thoughts and intentions.” Notice how I put that in the same way he would have?
I practiced this every day and refined it down to this because genuinely, I think I love this alien, and honestly, I’m not running from it since it’s literally the best offer I’ve had since I figured out I was gay.
Lora’s sexy rattle vibrates my body as he scoops me up, taking me straight to the couch that is sized for him. “I will enjoy sharing your orgasms today. Let us see how many you can experience before I exhaust you.”
“I do have a refractory period,” I remind him as he aggressively helps me out of my pants. “I have also been extremely diligent about douching, so I’m not uncomfortable with you using your tongue if you want to.”
Lora rattles his approval. “I will enjoy seeing your pleasure when you’re experiencing my tongue.”
And I will enjoy the use of his tongue for my pleasure. I’m so glad I don’t have to be jealous of myself. Past me couldn’t have predicted this, and future me better be getting this every fucking day.
Lora starts with gentle nips along my neck and shoulders, palming my decently chubbed up cock.
His tongue sends shivers along my skin as he licks and kisses me until he reaches my extremely interested dick, and then he wraps that tongue around my shaft and squeezes in a rhythm that makes it feel like he’s milking my cock.
“Fuck, I need this,” I groan, thrusting my hips when my body demands it.
Lora rattles affirmatively, and that almost takes me over the edge. The bite of his claws in the skin below my ass grounds me enough to stay on task, enjoying the pleasure he’s giving me.
“You do, my Ollie,” he agrees after unwrapping his tongue from my cock. “I will enjoy discovering the progress of your physical changes. I expect your body to be ready to accommodate mine after my next rest cycle.” His excitement seeps into my bones and his tongue licking my balls melts me.
I moan my yes-please-please-yes and relish the slide of his tongue over my perineum to my asshole.
Fuck, he’s amazing. The skill he brings to human pleasure is undeniable, and I love this for myself as he licks me until I’m soft and begging to be filled.
One finger feels good, but it’s not enough.
“Please give me another. Please,” I beg, wiggling to show him I need more.
Lora complies with a happy noise and fills me with a second finger.
It’s a lot, but not enough, and I realize as I beg him for more and he rubs up against my pleasure organ that this is what those nanobots have been doing this whole time.
Giddiness replaces the desperate need for his fingers, and I groan, reaching down to stroke my cock.
Lora pushes my hand aside, taking me back into his mouth and working his fingers inside me. It’s all too much. The tonguing, the thrusting, and the fact that I am almost changed enough to take him, and I come, moaning his name, rocking on his fingers, and thrusting into his mouth.
Fuck. I really fucking needed to reconnect with my alien today. “Give me a minute to catch my breath, and then it’s my turn,” I pant out, excited to get my hands on him.
“Yes, my Ollie,” Lora murmurs, watching me recover with a very self-satisfied smirk.
“Lora?” I start as the post O-clarity hits rather hard.
“What is it, my Ollie?” he asks softly from where he’s resting his head on my tummy.
“Your pheromones didn’t turn me into a needy bottom bitch like they did before,” I point out, a little worried that either I’ve become immune and I definitely do not want to be, or he isn’t producing them because I don’t turn him on like I did before.
My brain is an asshole to me sometimes, but we all have our character flaws, and this one is mine.
He kisses my belly before lifting his head and moving up my body until he’s hovering over me, face to face.
“I enjoy your neediness very much, however, I wanted to know how you would experience sex without them, so I used an experimental suppressant. It will easily wash off if you prefer pheromone intoxication.”
“The experiment worked very well, but I also like that I know when you’re horny for me.
It’s your body and your choice, but I’m happy with you intoxicating me whenever you’re horny.
” I honestly never thought I would be saying that to a dude in earnest. I say it to Bee all the time, because hell yeah, I believe in choice, but this is new for me.
“It is also your body, ,” he adds, lowering his face to mine and delicately kissing me.
“My body is on board with pheromones,” I assure him before sinking into his kiss.
Lora’s tongue dances with mine for a little bit, then he lifts himself up onto his elbows, caging me with his body. “I will wash it off. I would enjoy sharing our orgasms when you suck on me.”
I grin, watching him lift himself to his feet.
He hits the button on his vambrace, shooing his uniform away, and I watch his beautifully round booty walk to the bathroom for a shower.
Once he’s out of sight, I thread my fingers together under my head, smiling like a dork in love as I wait. I’m so fucking lucky.