A screen beside the door illuminates with text.
The one weakness of life is time. There is never enough of it. Make the moments count.
“What are you a philosopher now?” I mouth.
I will give you two some space, but do not think I have not heard you say her name in your sleep for the last decade.
Another message appears.
She was worried about you collecting parts alone. She fell asleep staring at the video feed of you working. Zariah has been in and out. Every time she wakes, she asks about you.
Then one final message.
Stop wasting time.
I switch off the screen, sigh deeply but quietly, and then climb into the nest, curling my body around hers.
She inhales and looks sleepily back at me. “Hi.”
“Hey, your vitals are a bit low. I’m just going to dose you again.”
“Okay.”
I prop myself up in the pile of blankets and snap the vial into her neck port. After the serum has discharged, I set the vial on a nearby shelf and try to ignore the pulsing heat thumping in my middle.
“Can you stay a while?” Zariah rolls back into me. “It’s a little cold in here.”
Her soft hair tickles my chin. I draw in a breath of her and nod. “I can stay.”
Her plump ass presses against my erection as she wriggles closer. I cannot contain myself any longer. I lace an arm around her and draw her back against me. She is smooth beneath my fingertips, evoking urges that make me tremble with the need for release. “Zariah, I’m losing control.”
“Good.” She rolls to face me and kisses my chin. Zariah hooks a leg over my hip.
Good?
A sudden awareness hits me as I slide my hands around her waist. “Zariah— Are you wearing any clothes?”
She bites a lip and shakes her head. Her fingertips travel down my neck, find my t-shirt, and crawl underneath, then glide over my chest and abs.
Zariah grunts as if she’s tasted something delicious and wants more. But I can’t see how it could be me when I’m the typical color of a scary alien in most human movies. But as herhands push my t-shirt up and peel it over my head, I’m starting to believe her.
Her lips trail down my stomach to my belt. She deftly frees my buckle and works my pants off of my hips. My core races, sensing what she wants is what I’ve wanted for years.
But what if she doesn’t like me?I brace myself mentally for a possible rejection.
Hot breath falls over my cock, making me flex and swell until it’s painful to hold back.
I slam my eyes shut.I’m not an animal.
I won’t take her.
Zariah strokes my shaft with tender fingers, massaging me in awe. “Oof.”
Her giggles make me look down. But before I can ask, she slides her pretty mouth over my tip.
The plush heat of her tongue swirling around my erection is so powerful that I can barely breathe. My core pulses faster. I rest my head back in the nest and strain to steady my thoughts. The world tips and warps as she draws me deeper inside her luscious lips.
A thrilling rush, like I’m riding my first lazagon in the night sky, courses through me. “You don’t have to do this.”
