“Um, not to sound unappreciative, but do you move around in your sleep?”
“How would I know? I’m asleep,” he grumbled.
“Well, you better ask somebody because there’s no way I’m sleeping next to those spikes. You could impale me.”
He pounded the hard bed, and slowly, the spikes lining his back wiggled and then softened. They elongated and wrapped around his shoulders and waist, hardening in place. He watched me over his shoulder, his sunset eyes blazing. They didn’t glaze over as quickly as usual. This time, it felt like he simmered on a slow burn.
His spikes had… moved.Amazing.
I curled into a ball and tortured myself by dreaming of a giant golden cock filling me, pressing against my weeping clit. It just wasn’t fair. My sister would have said,Who needs a cock if he has a mouth?
Genius!
I sat up on my elbow, sensing he was as awake as I was. His mouth. Histongue. He had a tongue, didn’t he? Oh God, maybeI’d blocked it out because of Freckles. Nausea gripped me for a few seconds, but I pushed that spotted bastard from my mind. It was the smell that had been the worst. And the rubbery texture. I’d been talking to Sunny for hours and hadn’t caught a whiff of anything rancid. “Hey, Sunny.”
“Earther! I. Am. Sleeping.”
“Nuh uh. Now who’s telling untruths? You’re awake.”
No reply.
“Open your mouth.”
“Go to sleep.”
“Pretty please, with sugar on top. I won’t bother you again. Well, not too much.” I laughed weakly when his stormy eyes snapped open.
“What are you up to now?”
“Just curious about alien anatomy. You did say…” I dropped my voice to its lowest octave. “You may ask me any question between these walls. So, I’m asking.”
His bony brows snapped down. He stared a few seconds more and eventually opened his mouth. Sharp canines, two sets of three, and a full row of pearly whites were on full display. To my utter delight, a thickjuicytongue stuck straight out. It looked similar to a human tongue except for its unusual golden color. And length. And girth.
I leaned closer—
He rolled back his tongue and closed his jaw with a snap.
I whimpered.
He growled.
Did his tongue vibrate when he made that noise? My girly parts were on fire. “Can you make that sound with your mouth open?”
He sighed. “I know what this is. Loxo mentioned it. My scent. From theGlrtsstlllloroggg. It has made your strange alien slitweep. Do not worry. It will pass.” He ignored me,again, and went back to sleep.
“My slit is notweeping—” I closed my mouth when I saw his broad shoulders tense—“…is what I would have said before. But definitelynotwhat I’m saying right now. Because I don’t lie anymore. In here,” I whispered the last two words.
He settled back in. Sunny was a straight-upcabrón. He knew what he was doing and didn’t even care. He also made it quite clear he had no attraction toward me whatsoever, and that sucked. I hadn’t even winced when he called my pussy aslit. That was how bad I had it. Wanted it. Would I beg?
No.Not yet, at least. “It’s the Oro that’s responsible for this…this…” I looked at my crotch and back at him.
“Yes.”
“All of you super warriors are supped up with the stuff, right?” I narrowed my eyes, for once thinking beyond my need. Was he really so ambivalent? Did he not careat all? “You don’t have more of the Oro than they do, right?”
No answer again.
“No worries. I mean, now that I understand it’s the Oro andnot youthat’s making me feel this way. I’ll just…” I let the sentence hang unfinished.
