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Mason pulls back and looks down at me again. His big body is radiating so much heat, I’m melting into the wall behind me and the man in front of me. He smiles and a giggle comes out of me that I can’t control. This is otherworldly perfection. A complete one eighty from my horrible day.
His hand flexes around my wrists and I shiver at the pressure. So big, so strong.
“So you wanna come to my house or not, Daddy?”
“One more kiss, pup,” he whispers, tilting my face right just for him.
His lips are closed when they meet mine, soft and sealed tight like he doesn’t want me to suck on his tongue again. But then he’s flexing his thigh between my legs and it sends jolts of pleasure right through me. I want more of him, I want to drown in the heady sensual comfort he offers me.
He kisses down my neck again, his mouth still firmly closed. His hand moves my shirt and jacket to the side, exposing my shoulder to the cool autumn air. It’s nice, but something is clearly going on. I squirm a little, pulling one of my wrists down to touch his neck. If he’s going to put his mouth on me I want him to do it. Not whatever this weird middle school kissing is.
“Mason,” I whine, trying to urge him to go further or stop so we can take this back to my place. He inhales sharply as my fingers dig into his neck. “Ma—”
The word stutters out of me when his teeth sink into my shoulder. My pussy pulses and my clit throbs as I come so hard everything goes dark.
Chapter 4
Ma'xon
Sweet Sur’lax.
That fucking worked. I hadn’t actually believed the capsule tooth they installed into this human suit would work, but it did. My mouth flooded with the Axilarian bonding saliva just like it would when pheromones rise between two mates.
While humans don’t have any use of the pheromones they produce, there are visual signs I made sure to be cautiously aware of. Maintained eye contact, lingering touches, even licking one’s lips can all be signals of interest in mating. The TRP was careful to instruct us on what these mean in humans and explain that clear, verbal consent—an‘enthusiastic yes’—is the most important part when engaging humans in sexual congress.
And Odette.
My hearts nearly burst from my gills. Or at least they would have if I had been in my body the whole time. This body’s single blood pumping organ was filled with erratic energy thewhole night. It also became impressively damp and sweaty, but thankfully my mate didn’t notice or care.
Even after my first blunder, almost knocking her right over and then seizing her mouth without that clear yes, she wanted to begin the “date”. It will take me a lifetime and half to make up for that. My instincts are all messed up from this human suit. After holding her in my small arms for that short moment, I knew she was it. Odette is my mate and I lost control for a brief moment.
That kiss excited her though. She responded with the vigour of a mate in heat.
Odette is a dream, and I hate having to do this part. She’s slumped against my front, her arms tucked between us as I carry her to our ship home. There is no part of me that wanted to lie to my mate, so I had to be careful when answering some of her questions. Yes, I do want to go to her house. Not her human house though. It’s our house on Axilaria that I want to return to.
There is a small trickle of blood soaking into her jacket. I swallow the lump in my throat. Knowing something will happen doesn’t make it easier. In this body, I can’t lick the wound until it scars. At home, when the mating frenzy has us both in its grip and I bite her again, I will make sure she knows how much it means to me that she is with me. That we aren’t going to stop until she has healed and my cum is leaking from all her holes.
The sex organ in my trousers hardens. I hate this thing. I can’t even quicken my steps to hurry us along because this stupid thing has been plastered to my leg all night. Another reason I don’t understand why humans find these spongy things attractive.
A disturbed shiver tracks down my spine as I unlock the ship. Currently disguised as a large utility truck, it’s easy to slip into the back with Odette in my arms. While the outside is a primitive vehicle, once the airlock is shut, the inner workings of the space worthy craft are revealed. It is swelteringly warm and humid inthis ship after spending an amount of time in this body. The hologram dissolves into a series of neutral blue and grey walls that are popular in long haul ships in Axilaria.
There is the pod, which I immediately place Odette in. She doesn’t stir, which does something extremely uncomfortable to this body’s stomach. To make the transition easier for her, I remove her heavy jacket. She won’t really need this anymore, but I empty out all the pockets to make sure all her valuables are accounted for. She didn’t have any other personal belongings with her when we ran into one another and I am not going to risk staying on this planet longer than required to search for more of her personal effects.
Once all her things are separated and placed into a different box to decontaminate, I look back at my Odette. Her skin is flushed a shade of pink that reminds me of home, of the delicate blooms that hang from the roof of my house. The writing on her shirt catches my eye, the bold neon font standing out against the dark material.
“They’ve spelled that wrong,” I mutter, but then I follow the arrow down the round curve of her belly and see that it ends just above her navel. Heat rushes through me.
My brain falters. I don’t know how long I stand there staring at her shirt, but there isn’t a single thought in my head except licking every inch of Odette. When the pod beeps from being left open, only then do I snap back to attention and realise that this body’s single penis is still hard. Clearly that thing has a hidden nerve connecting it to human males’ brains that we haven’t discovered yet because it seems to steer all my actions.
Gently, I brush my knuckles over her round cheek one last time and close the door. Neural mist sprays from the top and bottom of the pod to hold Odette in stasis for the duration of our journey back to Axilaria.
“We’ll be home soon,” I promise.
Changing back into my body is a relief. My skin feels hardy again and my tail is back where it belongs. The gills at my side ruffle and a shiver tracks through my fins. When I put the human body back into his tube, I put him facing down. I can’t look at him anymore and the sooner he’s dissolved back into goo, the better. Less a precaution of humans wishing to remain with a facade version of their mate and more the TRP trying to save money, all the human bodies they use are technically an organic gel they reform for each being.
I can smell the sweet rillin oil on my scales again. Odette smelled some of what rubbed off when I switched bodies, but I hope when she calms down after everything she will find it pleasant. The nerves that I felt before she arrived for our date have now trebled.
What if she hates it all?
