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?? CHAPTER 12 ??
Macie
It’s fully dark when Ryle and I find a cave. He uses my flashlight to lead us along the rock wall, searching for cracks and crevices.
As we walk, I eat my last ration pouch. I offer some to Ryle, but he refuses. I don’t insist - he seems to eat and sleep and drink less frequently than we do, and I’m absolutely starving. We’re going to have to figure out food soon. I’m out, and I’m sure he’s going to get hungry eventually, too.
What would be safest to try, though? Hunting? Foraging and hoping for the best? We had a little mission training on surviving in the wild, but it was more of an overview. I don’t even know where to start.
We finally come across a jagged crack in the wall. It leads into a cave the size of a closet. There’s shelter in here, though, and the enclosed space will protect us from roaming animals. I sit with my tablet and make more marks on my map. Even though I’m tired, I’m buzzing with excitement. I thought I’d be returning to camp embarrassed about my misadventure and shamed for being so careless, so foolish. Instead, I can bring home our engine. Well, the location of our engine. The important part is that I found it. We found it. Ryle and me.
A slant of moonlight illuminates our tiny cave. He sits next to me and he shifts with discomfort. The bulge beneath his kilt is all too visible. And, I cringe to realize, a bit my fault. I know what he wants from me, but I went and kissed him, anyway. I taught him all about it. And really enjoyed it.
He catches me looking at him instead of my screen. “Maysee. Sleep?” He pulls me close, his arm beneath my back, my head cradled in the crook of his shoulder. I breathe him in. Yeah, my legs and feet are pretty worn out after a full day of walking, but I’m not ready to sleep, and I don’t think he is, either. He shifts his legs again.
“Show me,” I whisper. I meet his dark gaze.
“Maysee?”
I make the hand sign for jerking off - I assume it’s universal. Crude but effective. Realization dawns over his face immediately.
I brace myself for him to laugh at my request. Or take it as an invitation to grope me. But he doesn’t. He flips up his kilt, and aha, there is a container under there. He pulls some strings loose, pushes the loincloth aside, and his cock slips free. It’s a solid navy, and bigger than I remember. Or maybe it just wasn’t fully hard, then.
It pulses slightly in his hand, and I notice the nubs, similar to what I felt on his tongue. A straight row of them on the top and on the underside. They’re so perfectly rounded, they remind me of subdermal implants. Like metal balls beneath the skin.
On Ryle, though, they appear natural. Just a part of him, like his curving horns or that wicked tail.
“Look,” he says. He grips his cock at the base and strokes upwards, slowly, his eyes blazing. He hisses between his teeth. “Look.”
“I see.” I bite my lip. This... this is more intense than I expected. His breath quickens as he strokes himself. He shudders. But he takes his time. I did ask to watch, and he wants to be seen. His eyes are examining my face, watching for a reaction when I glance up at him. And I’m definitely blushing. My cheeks feel hot, hell, I feel hot, all over. I cross my legs tightly against my growing arousal.
Here I thought I was helping him out, but I’m just getting myself into trouble. Big trouble. He moves a little faster, grunts a little louder. I press myself against his arm, nuzzling his thick bicep with my nose, breathing him in. And watching. He’s so incredibly thick, and long, and blue.
Something brushes my arm, and I startle. It’s only his tail. He shrugs sheepishly, like he can’t help the unruly appendage. Well, as long as it doesn’t try anything funny… it wraps across me and holds me to him - not too tightly. Not a trap. Just a hug. I run my hand along the blue and gray skin patterns.
He likes that. His head drops back, and he strokes himself harder. I keep petting his long tail, driving him on. Shiny precum beads on the bulbous tip of his cock. He groans as he spreads it down his shaft. I groan with him. An involuntary sound that makes him pause.
“Kiss,” he whispers, his voice a deep rasp. I tear my gaze away from the motions of his hand and tilt my chin up for him. He presses his tongue between my lips and strokes in and out with the slow rhythm of his hand. I can feel it as he leans closer, the motion of his arm, the shifting of his hips.
I can imagine him taking this further. Covering me with his heavy body. Tearing away all our cloth barriers. Sinking deep. So deep.
He inhales sharply and a deep shudder rolls through him. A groan tears through his lips as he pulls away from me, and hot liquid splashes against my arm.
He leans back against the wall. His breathing slows, and finally, when he looks down at me, he smiles. “See? Good?”
I saw all right. And now I’m speechless. My heart races with the realization. Without some divine intervention, if we don’t get back to our camps soon, I’m probably going to have sex with this alien. And not only because that was hot as all hell.
I actually really like him.
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We leave the cave at the first light of the first sun. Our journey continues in silence as we process the night. After cleaning up with some damp leaves, Ryle briefly fell asleep sitting up with me sprawled across his lap again. I watched the moonbeams cross the stone floor for most of the night, though. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head. His cock. His kiss.
This isn’t what my brain should be focused on, dammit.
Ryle continues pointing out spots of water as we walk, but they’re drying up. I’m dragging, and I notice that he’s slowing down, too. We need a real water source, and food, soon. My rations are gone, and I suspect they would have been too small to satisfy him, anyway. What does he eat? I caught him sniffing the mushrooms back in the other cave, but ultimately he rejected them.
Finally, when the suns are close to each other and the heat of the day is beating us down, he stops. He takes the tablet from me and returns to his earlier doodles - the one of our disembodied heads with our mouths open next to foods of some sort.
