I’ve never had need of one. What purpose does it serve?

  “Uh, well. It’s so you can, um, put it in a woman’s va-jay-jay. You know for,” I try to think of the scientific word, “copulation?”

  His brows tilt down.

  My people do not copulate.

  I frown, too. My eyes shifting to the side and back to his face.

  “Like you can't or you don’t?”

  My people do not copulate.

  Ooookay.

  “So how did you think we were gonna fuck?”

  I thought this word fukh meant to partner.

  “Yeah, and when you say partner, you mean to copulate, right?”

  I do not. I mean to partner. For life.

  “You mean like get married?”

  I do not know this word.

  “It just means to be with someone forever, or as long as you can stand them. Either way, that’s not what I was asking you to do with me. I was asking you to fuck—copulate.”

  I groan and sit back on my heels. This shit is so not sexy. Who the hell wants to have to say ‘copulate’ over and over before they get it on?

  My people do not copulate, Sol says like he hasn’t already said this three times.

  “Yeah, well, you got a dick, so your people do something. How the hell did you get here?”

  How do you mean?

  “I mean, you. How the hell did you come into existence if your people do not copulate?”

  His face shifts down slightly when I lower my voice to mimic him.

  You mean, how was I conceived?

  “Yes, Sol. How were you conceived? Somebody fucked, I assure you.”

  They did not. The genetic material of my parents was sourced, and I was born within a reproduction capsule like all Somii.

  I used to love aliens. Now, I kind of hate them. What the hell is wrong with these people?

  “You’re trying to tell me that you’re walking around with all this dick, and you never had any intention of using it? Ever?”

  I use it for the relief of my bodily functions. It is not a wasted organ.

  I groan.

  “Yeah, but like, you don’t get horny?”

  I’m fucking horny, and I thought I was finally about to get some, but of course, Sol’s a fucking monk. All the luck, Shay. All the fucking luck.

  I do not know what this means.

  I sigh.

  “Forget it, dude. I’m sorry I brought it up. I gave you your kiss, so thanks for the food.”

  I scoot away and pick up the remaining carrot. I know I’m supposed to save it, but now I’m horny and depressed. I finish it off in three bites. I start to toss aside the stem, but shrug and fold it into my mouth as well. Once I’m done, I lick my fingers clean and pull my knees up, wrapping my arms around my legs. Sol sits where I left him. I can feel his eyes on me, but I ignore it. I want to go home.

  Are you upset with me, Sheh?

  “No. You’re not the first dude to reject me. I think I can take it.”

  I want to sleep. I just want to pretend like the past ten minutes never happened. I unfold and make a show of brushing off the space next to me so I can lay down.

  I will lay with you. To keep you warm.

  He moves forward, but I hold up a hand.

  “No, I’m good. It’s probably best that I don’t get anymore wrong ideas.”

  What ideas do you have that are wrong?

  “Nothing. Just forget it. Forget it ever happened.”

  I settle onto the hard ground and try my best to get comfortable. I close my eyes and work on blocking out how good it felt to kiss him. I will not get the hots for this alien. I will not.

  As I drift off to sleep, I can only hope that in the morning, we can get out of this stupid cave and on our way to getting me home.

  SOLUANITIAT’TI SOMIITI’UN

  As Sheh’s breathing evens with sleep, I am confused as to what occurred between us. I enjoyed kissing with her, but my misunderstanding about her desire to copulate turned her mood, and she pulled away from me. This distance is something I do not like.

  I look at Sheh’s small form on the hard cave floor. She shivers and wraps her arms across her chest. She is cold, but she did not wish me to warm her. Still, I move nearer, close enough that we do not touch, but that my heat reaches her. The moment I settle, she turns to me, her arm flopping over my leg. Her hand comes in contact with the straining length of my cock. It has not relaxed since I kissed Sheh, and I have no idea what to do with it.

  Her limp hand seems to come to life when she touches me. She flexes her fingers, settling around my shaft and squeezing. A shock of electricity jolts through me. Like the tingles in my stomach, they are not as unpleasant as the initial sensations suggest. In fact, it feels good. Very good.

  I groan when she runs her hand up my length, twisting halfway through. Something is happening. A pressure is building, and my instinct is urging me toward it. I close my hand over hers and quicken the pace of her movements. The increased stimulation sets my skin on edge. A warmth builds at the base of my cock, and instead of trying to get away from it, flex my hips up into it. I tighten my grip on Sheh’s hand and jerk more firmly. My eyes squeeze shut as the warmth becomes a nearly unbearable heat.

  “Ahhgh!”

  The sound is rough in my throat. A startled gasp cuts through my concentration, and I open my eyes to find Sheh staring up at me as I work our hands over my length. I still, but she does not let me go.

  “I am sorry, Sheh. I do not understand what happened.”

  She finally releases me, but all I want is for her to put her hand back.

  “I thought I was dreaming.” She peers shyly at me. “Did you like that?”

  “Very much.”

  I can barely get the words out. My body is still so tense that I feel like at any moment I am going to be pulled apart.

  “Do you want me to help you finish?”

  I have a moment of relief knowing there is some end to what is happening, even as it is the best thing I have ever felt. But it is too intense, too—much.

  “I would accept your assistance in this matter, please.”

  Her eyes are still sleepy. Her mouth curves up into a smile.

  “You’re so adorable, Sol. Come here, boo.”

  She moves close, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she reaches both hands out to grip my cock. The relief is immediate. Her hands start to move in synchronized movements up and down my shaft, and it is all I can do to contain myself. I am overcome with sensation even as I tense against it.

  “Relax, Sol. Just let it happen.”

  I listen to her. I focus on her hands moving over my body. My cock swells. I feel it constricting and getting fuller. The singular craving to release that fullness makes my hips move up into her pumping hands as an awareness of an end draws near.

  “Sheh!”

  “You’re almost there, boo.”

  Bright spots of light dance in my vision as I lose myself. My hips jerk up uncontrollably, and the tension that’s been building seems to explode.

  A thick, florescent liquid jets from the tip of my cock, arching high into the air, hitting my stomach in hot puddles. Sheh continues moving her hand, and I am glad because each stroke is like a soothing balm, massaging the tension away and working the fire from my body.

  A final hot drop of liquid spurts, and I feel like I have run through the entire southern wood without stopping. I cannot move. I slump against the rough cave wall, and I am too spent to pull away from the jagged edges that press into my back. Sheh sits in front of me with a broad smile on her face.

  “Good?”

  I can barely move my head, and speaking feels like too much effort. My eyes begin to drift closed, and I send out the only thought in my mind.

  Good.

  ***

  Somii do not require much sleep, yet I am distinctly aware of my mind withdrawing from a dream state as I open my eyes. I can feel that it is still night. I want to keep my eyes closed. Sheh was in my dreams. She was laughing and beautiful, and then she was stroking me, her pink little tongue dancing across my skin.

  My eyes spring wide when I feel a familiar rising at my crotch. Anticipation mixed with apprehension courses through me as I lower my head and see my cock thickening in front of me.

  “Hey.”

  My gaze jumps from my cock and meets Sheh’s sleepy eyes. She’s facing me with her hands joined beneath her cheek. I want them on me. I want the relief again.

  “Touch me, Sheh?”

  She laughs.

  “It’s called a hand job.”

  “What we did, it was fukhing?”

  She yawns and her mouth opens wide to reveal the pink, wet inside.

  “No. That was foreplay.”

  I do not know this word.

  “Is foreplay like fukhing?”

  She reaches out a hand and runs a finger along my length, sending a tremor through me.

  “Foreplay is what you do before you fuck. It’s what makes fucking really really good.” She shrugs. “Or so I’ve heard.”

  I cannot imagine something better than what I felt, but I suddenly want to. Not only that, I want to kiss Sheh again. I want to taste her skin.

  “I would like to be your first, Sheh. If you will have me.”

  She seems surprised.

  “Why?”

  “I have the desire to touch you. To kiss you. To feel your hand job.”

  Her mouth twitches.

  “You’re horny. That’s what it feels like to be horny.”

  I nod.

  “I am horny, then. Are you?”

  Her eyes shift behind her lids and she makes that short snorting sound.

  “I mean, when am I not horny?”

  I am not sure how to calculate this, but Sheh keeps me from having to figure it out when she stands and reaches to her shoulder, pulling the tie that holds her dress free. The soft Lyqa material floats down her body until it comes to rest in a pile at her feet.

  My eyes want to look at every part of her at once, but I force myself to regard her slowly, letting them travel from the tips of her brown toes, up her narrow calves, to the round curve of her hips. I stop there. A scent hits my nose and, before I realize what I’m doing, I crawl forward until I am level with the place from where it originates.

  “What is this?”

  There is a light covering of hair at the juncture of her thighs. Two puffy lips are separated just enough to show a sliver of glistening skin inside.

  “Um, my pussy.”

  Her eyes shift around in their sockets, and her breathing is labored.

  “It smells good. I have the desire to taste it. Is this appropriate?”

  She nods again.

  “You can do it.”

  I do. I press my face into the place that calls to some primitive, unknown part of me. I bury my nose in the wet folds, inhaling deeply and filling my lungs with the sweet scent of her. It is not enough. My tongue flicks out, and I draw it up, lapping at the tangy juices.

  “Ah!”

  I jump back and look up at Sheh. I prepare to feel pain, but her head is thrown back in pleasure. Her chin drops, and her eyes blaze into mine.

  “Sol, don’t stop.”

  I yank her forward and press my face back, licking through her center, working my tongue into all the slick places. Sheh jerks above me. Her knees collapse against my shoulders and I brace myself, holding her up and keeping her at my mouth. I want more.

  “Ah, Sol. I’m going to come!”

  Her soft cries spur me on. I move my tongue in quick motions through her folds. When I angle it just beneath her pussy, I feel a space there, a way inside. I press up, burrowing my tongue into the tight cavern.

  “Sol!”

  Sheh’s scream is followed by a series of intense body jerks. She shakes violently, and I would be worried, but a flood of her sweet juice flows freely from the place where I have buried my tongue, and I want it all.

  “Oh god, wait. Give me a second.”

  Sheh pulls away and drops to her knees. I catch her, pulling her against my body. I want her close. I need her close.

  I nuzzle her neck as she breathes deeply against my chest then flick my tongue out to get another taste of her. I could taste her all day.

  “You were right, Sheh. Fukhing is much better.”

  Her body shakes with a weak chuckle.

  “That wasn’t fucking.”

  I lean away. She smiles up at me, and I am glad I have pleased her.

  “There is more?”

  She nods.

  “So much more. Come here.”

  She eases out of my grasp and arranges her dress on the smoothest part of the cave before laying on her back with her knees bent and spread wide. She beckons me to her.

  “Give me your hand.”

  I kneel between her open legs and place my hand in hers. Taking one of my fingers, she lowers it to her pussy and probes between the slick flesh until the tip of my finger finds that hidden place I felt with my tongue.

  “Your dick is going to go in there.”

  I feel my eyes go wide. I look down at the long, thick, swollen length of my cock with confusion.

  “It cannot.”

  Sheh’s eyes flutter again.

  “It can. Trust me. People do it all the time.”

  “I will tear you.”

  I was barely able to breach her with my tongue. She will likely die if I attempt to do so with my cock.

  “Trust me, Sol. We can do this. You still want to, right?”

  I do. Even as I am apprehensive about entering her, that urge is pulling me toward her, telling me to join with her. But I am worried I will harm her.

  “I want you, Sheh.”

  She smiles again and holds her hands out to me.

  “Come kiss me.”

  I rest over her, settling my cock between our bellies and sink into her mouth. The fire is back. A dull, throbbing ache starts in my pelvis, and I want that release again. I stroke through her mouth, tangling with her tongue. Each brush against the soft, wet flesh causes my muscles to tighten, until I feel like a bow pulled tight and ready to fire.

  I ease back, a harsh groan erupting from my throat. Sheh presses soft kisses across my chin and jaw. When she gets to my ear, her warm breath fans out across the shell.

  “Put yourself inside of me.”

  I lift my hips and slide my cock down until the head is at her opening. The heat sears my skin and the warmth acts like a beacon, calling me into her.

  “Sol, just do it. Now, hard. Push hard.”

  Her plea is earnest, so I do as she asks. I brace my knees on the hard cave floor and hinge my hips forward. My cock breaks past some resistance and a sharp pain radiates up my skull at the same moment Sheh’s scream rips through the cave.

  ***

  She is dying. I know it. I am buried deeply within her body, and I cannot move. The coppery scent of blood fills my nostrils, and my stomach drops. I have killed her. She whimpers softly beneath me, and I wait for the moment of her last breath. Instead, a second later, her loud cackle fills my ears.

  “Holy, shit. That hurt like a motherfucker!”

  I shift to see her face, but she locks her arms around my back, stopping me.

  “Do not move, dude. Just let me get used to this. Just give me a second. Woo! Goddamn.”

  I do not understand, but I am glad she is not dying. I hold still like she instructs, and as my worry clears, the realization that I am inside of her hits me. And it is incredible.

  Every new sensation assaults my newly triggered senses. The tightness of her pussy. The wet, cushioned flesh hugging every inch of my length. It is like nothing I have ever experienced, and I hope that this is finally fukhing because I do not think I could take much more.

  “Move, Sol.”

  She shifts beneath me and the movement sends a shock wave up from where we are joined. On their own, my hips jerk down, trying to recreate the sensation. Sheh, hisses.

  “Easy, boo. Slowly. Slide out and then slide back in. Slowly.”

  My entire body shakes, but I manage to control myself enough to lift my hips. The drag through her flesh has my teeth clamping together. The moment my cock leaves her body, I miss it, and before I can completely unseat myself, I sink back in and groan. All at once, I understand what I must do.

  I lift my hips again, savoring the long process of removing myself. Just when only the tip of my cock rests at her opening, I press forward, plunging deep on a single stroke.

  “Mm.”

  I pause and focus on Sheh’s face. Her brows bunch. Her plump bottom lip is clamped between her teeth.

  “This is good? Am I performing correctly?”

  Her eyes open, and the soft hazel lingers on my face.

  “You’re doing it perfectly. Don’t stop.”

  CHAPTER 9

  LASHAY

  Sol feels…perfect. More perfect than I ever imagined. And I’ve imagined it a lot. Mostly with Ah’dan, but I’m not sorry this isn’t happening with him. Everything about this moment is more than I ever thought it would be. And I mean that. This dude’s dick is…damn.

  The pain from him entering me hasn’t completely subsided, but it doesn’t overshadow the pleasure that vibrates throughout my body every time he pushes those thick inches deep, bumping against my cervix and sending a twinge through my pelvis.

  “Sheeeeh.”

  I fucking love the way he says my name. Even though it’s wrong as hell. After the groan, his hips pick up, and he thrusts a little harder.

  The cave is quiet. The only sound is our breathing and the slap of his hips into the space of my wide spread thighs. Each stretching thrust is delicious and tender with the awareness that I am experiencing this for the first time.

  I want to scream. I want to yell with how good it feels, but I’m worried Sol will mistake my pleasure for discomfort and stop. I don’t want him to stop. I press my mouth tight, so I don’t make a peep. Then I remember there is another way I can let him know just how good he’s making me feel.

  “This feels so good.”

  I am glad, Sheh.

  Despite the work he’s putting in, the voice in my head is calm and easy. He doesn’t stop his steady, deep thrusts.

  “Don’t stop. I love it.”

 

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