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“Dear Xalanite Gods, I could live and die in your pussy.”
“I’m never leaving. Never going back.”
He even started rambling in the Xalanite tongue, and I hoped it was nice, whatever he was saying.
It was all quite flattering, if a bit intimidating. “Perfect” was a lot to live up to. Ryan had called me “perfect” once upon a time, too, and look how that turned out.
Q’on’s knot made another appearance as he neared climax, and I found a delightful new sensation in the way it rubbed my insides while I rode him. It felt even better than when he was pounding into me from above, and the relative ease with which I could get off with him was a pleasant surprise. With Ryan, I’d be doing this all for his pleasure, not enjoying myself, but with Q’on I was all-in.
After he came and his knot went back down, Q’on pulled me down onto his chest to cuddle. He stroked my hair and back, giving me soft kisses wherever he could reach. I ran my hands over his scaled chest, watching the light ripple on the purple scales as he breathed.
He really was a unique kind of beautiful. Sure, his eyes were yellow, his skin was purple, and his neck had gills, but overall, it was like staring at an artist’s rendition of a merman with legs.
Legs, and a bonus clit-licker attachment built in.
Sadly, we couldn’t stay like that forever. I had to make dinner still, and I was sure Q’on would appreciate something to eat after all that … activity.
I pushed up off his chest and brushed my hair out of my eyes. “Want some dinner?”
He reached up and helped me get my hair smoothed down, tucking a lock behind my ear for me. “Though I am hungry, I’d rather stay with you a bit longer. I enjoy your touch.”
“I enjoy your touch, too, but we can’t live off of that. We need to eat. Come on. I’ll fix us something.”
Q’on followed me to the kitchen, and while I started the oven, he nudged past me and began grabbing some of the stuff he stored in the fridge and pantry from his ship. Everything he pulled out was vibrantly colored, like there’s no such thing as pale or muted in his world. Xalan must be a beautiful planet, full of rich colors, and I commented as much.
“Does Earth not have colors? I have seen so much grey and white I feared it might not.”
“It’s because it’s winter in this part of the world. Snow is usually white, or grey if it’s dirty, and all the living stuff kind of dies off or fades until spring comes along and warms everything up. Our planet has seasons. Cycles of weather. Does Xalan not have seasons?”
He stopped for a moment as if debating his answer. “No. Our climate is quite temperate. We do not have extremes on my planet. Everything that lives stays alive throughout the planetary cycle. No death or fading. It saddens me that your planet must experience these periods of death. Do you not get sad seeing things die every year?”
I took a small piece of bright blue vegetable that he was cutting and nibbled on it. The fibrous legume had a mild sweetness to it, though still with a salty kick. It was an interesting combination of flavors.
Q’on cast me a sideways glance and raised a scaled brow. “You eatmishraw on this planet?”
I stopped myself before I took another bite. “This isn’t supposed to be eaten raw? Is it gonna make me sick or something?” My eyes grew wide, and I started wiping my tongue with a paper towel. “Oh, God, did I just poison myself?”
When he started laughing at me, it took me a second to realize Q’on had just made a joke.
“Mishdoesn’t have to be cooked, does it?”
“No, it does not. But your expression …” He burst into another round of laughter, then went back to chopping themish. “I shall have to jest more often. It is fun.”
I tried to scowl but couldn’t manage it for long. I had to give him credit; he was trying to fit in. To adapt. I shouldn’t get mad at him for that.
Icould, however, plan revenge.
It was nice having someone else cook dinner for once. I gave occasional instructions on where I kept certain kitchen utensils or how to wash the dirty ones, but for the most part, Q’on did all the work. The orange-hued meat smelled amazing in the oven, and the strange, colorful spices he seasoned it with only added to the mouthwatering scent. Though I had been skittish when I first tried the friedyinhe gave me, I was more comfortable experimenting with the Xalanite foods after a couple days of watching Q’on eat Earth food. If he can eat our food and not get sick, chances are good that I’m okay to eat his food.
With the roasted … whatever, Q’on served a salad ofmishand other vegetables, all cut and tossed and coated with a savory sauce. Finally, to top it all off and wash it down, he opened a container of something that smelled alcoholic, with faint fruity notes. He explained that they have a drink similar to wine on his planet, calledgribbal, and to be careful with it as it might be stronger than what I’m used to.
Thegribbalpaired well with the other foods, tasting closest to a sangria, if I were to compare it to an Earth drink. A little bit sweeter, though, almost like a kids’ drink, and I realized halfway through my second glass that Q’on wasn’t lying about it being strong. My vision blurred, and the coordination required to cut the meat to eat it grew more difficult to maintain. Q’on ended up helping me cut the last few bites, something that should have embarrassed me but only made me more turned on by him. Ryan would have been disgusted at my drunken state.
He also would have tried to take advantage, but so far none of that from Q’on. If anything, my alien boyfriend worked hardnotto come on too strong while I was inebriated. His careful placement of his hands any time he touched me indicated that he wasn’t trying to cop a quick feel while I was toasted.
After dinner, Q’on asked me about the movie channel on my streaming list. It wasn’t porn, more of an action-adventure channel, and something I watched when I was in the mood for man-chest and explosions. I explained action movies to him, and he expressed interest in watching one.
We put on a good spy thriller, one with lots of stunt scenes and intrigue, and cuddled together to watch it. Q’on watched intently, only asking a few questions. He seemed most interested in the physical “prowess” of the actors, and I had to explain stuntmen and guide wires and harnesses a few times before he understood.
