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by Amanda Milo


  She’s heavenly.

  I try to sit up and brace my weight on my palms, but instead, unable to contain my need to maul her, I throw myself forward and my hands catch her waist. Holding her fast. Keeping her stuck in place as I arrow into her, snarling, shoving, thrusting—until finally, I’m lodging my pod expeller deep inside her.

  The explosion of a filled pod from my crozier tip almost gives me a seizure of pleasure.

  My eyes roll back, my mouth opens, my fangs are bared to the sky—and my whole body quakes before I snatch Aurora tight to my chest and bury my snout in her hairs.

  Aurora’s choked gasp is the only thing that could make me draw back from her. Thankfully, nothing is wrong—it’s only that my spendpod is affecting her.

  I watch her raptly as my spendpod brings her an unbearable amount of frantic ecstasy.

  Aurora’s limbs flail with abandon, completely overtaken by her inner reactions of euphoria, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever beheld. Aurora is always so controlled that seeing her lose it with me, partly because of me—it’s making me feel amazing. It’s increasing my pleasure.

  “Simmi!” is Aurora’s high, breathy cry.

  Her sound of excitement makes a shiver rocket up my spine. That she called my name in her pleasure… Another spendpod explodes up my shaft.

  Aurora shudders above me, and her eyes go wide. “Whoa!” Her frenzied gaze meets mine and she orders, “Do that again!”

  I make a dismissive noise. “My spendpods have to be coaxed. You can’t just order them out—”

  Aurora sits up on her knees, her rump rising off my thighs, and she reaches under herself. She grabs me by the base of my crozier, her small fist wrapping under the thickening bulge (where my next spendpod is already forming for her)—and she drags her fist up my shaft, forcibly guiding my spendpod right into her body.

  Twitching under her with the shock of the sensation, I roar something embarrassing.

  I don’t even care.

  And Aurora? Aurora loves my reaction. Grinning with her teeth bared, she teases and guides me and milks more of my spendpods into herself until she’s filled again and again, until we both collapse flat.

  “I don’t think you’re supposed to be able do that,” I slur.

  “Do this?” Aurora asks lazily, squeezing my base until a lump forms, and wringing it up my shaft like it’s my crozier’s job to eject spendpods for her pleasure.

  As she trembles above me and my crozier tip feels like it’s being licked with erotic electricity, I’m not complaining. She has me convinced that my crozier was made to be milked by her hand.

  “So full! I’m—still—coming,” Aurora says, voice breathless with wonder. She’s also breathless because she’s experiencing continuous waves of pleasure-contractions in her sweet tunnel.

  Genneӝt females experience a similar reaction. “One spendpod would do that to you,” I share. “You’ll be feeling me all darkcycle,” I say smugly, dragging my clawtip up her side before sliding my touch between us to her bi-globes, where I pay special attention to her pinkened nubs that stand out at me as if for my attention. I give in to the urge to drag her up until I can comfortably nuzzle my nose against them.

  As if in reaction, another splash of wet heat pools at the joining of Aurora’s groin and mine. Soon, she’s leaking every time I touch her, and every time a particularly strong contraction ripples her from the inside out.

  Her eyes look huge as she smiles down at me, looking as if she’s luxuriating in her full-body reactions, and the wonder in her gaze warms me. Her eyes seem like they’re telling me that I’m magical for her.

  I’ve never been magical to anyone before. I’m honored and pleased to be this for Aurora.

  I curl up enough to press my lips to hers. She welcomes the touch, moving into our kiss. Against her lips, our eyes still locked together, my gaze going slightly unfocused, I tell her something I’m finding quite extraordinary. “You’re leaking on me—and I like it.”

  Aurora’s smile is lopsided, and so fond. “Simmi, wow. From you, I don’t think there’s a stronger declaration.” She brings her mouth to mine again, a long kiss this time, turning her head and encouraging me to open my mouth to admit her tongue, which I do, and she dances her tongue with mine, which I like. Especially when I realize she’s beginning to imitate the subtle, languid way our bodies are still rocking together. When she draws back, she gazes into my eyes and whispers, “I like you leaking out of me. I want all of your spendpods, baby.”

  CHAPTER 17

  The rest of the daycycle dashes by as we devour each other. We have food brought directly to our room, and the hotel service leaves it outside our door on a cart on covered plates.

  I approve. “Look at this! If someone were to walk by, coughing, our food would be as protected as possible.”

  Aurora tries unsuccessfully to suppress a grin. “Yeah, and the domes keep everything warm too. Like they were made for it.”

  The food is delicious. But partway through our meal, Aurora draws on her dress while I watch her curiously.

  Saying nothing to my silent questions, she takes a seat beside me on the bed. Having her covered all of a sudden feels like she’s erected a barrier. A self-protective one.

  I frown, wondering why she feels she needs to protect herself from me.

  There is a small measure of comfort when she shifts close enough that her knee grazes mine.

  “What happens now?” she asks.

  I peer at her. “We digest…”

  Silence fills the air, somehow very loudly.

  I sense a strange tension in Aurora before she drops her eyes and her fingers hesitantly take mine. “Simmi? What do you want to happen from here on out?”

  I puzzle over her words, until I decide that the phrase must mean some variation of from this time forward or henceforth.

  But my silence as I work this out goes on so long she raises her head, looking… anxious. The liquid color of the rings around the black of her pupils is something so attractive I could endlessly gaze into her eyes. The order of my thoughts scatters but I try to answer her question. “I feel a duty,” I start, but pause when Aurora’s chest expands in an uncharacteristically large breath. “To… warn my people that they could be in danger. I was taken; more could be also. And I want to find Erreck and Skynan, ensure they are safe.”

  Aurora’s happiness dries up. “Right. That’s… yeah. You should.” After an oddly missed beat, her hands slap lightly on her knees and she scoots backward, increasing the distance between us. “Well, I guess we’ll get squared away tomorrow, and when everything’s in place, we’ll be… going our separate ways.”

  My chest feels like someone’s hollowed it out with a wickedly sharp spoon. “Wait—that’s not what I want. I don’t want to… Aurora, I derive unspeakable enjoyment from your company.” I shake my head. “No, that’s not even close. I get—I get unquantifiable enjoyment. I can’t… I can’t tell you how much I simply enjoy… you.” I catch her then, trapping one of her hands between mine. I stare into her eyes. “More than anyone I’ve ever known. I never believed I was even capable of this level of attachment. But for you… I feel it for you,” I finish on a rumbling murmur, my thumb stroking the palm of her hand.

  She relaxes, almost melting with relief only to tense up again. “So… you want me to come with you?”

  “I never want to be apart from you,” I declare. But you must know my people haven’t had contact with alien lifeforms in lifespans. Even if you wanted to live where I reside, they won’t welcome you like they should. Small-minded, as I once so foolishly was,” I finish fiercely, anger giving my words bite, the prospect of anyone treating my Aurora poorly too upsetting.

  “You could come with me,” she offers quickly. “My planet accepts pairings like you and me no problem.”

  I search her eyes as I consider this. Truthfully, I hadn’t given the future a thought once I realized I wanted to be with Aurora for our forevers. I didn’t t
hink of where we would live. What I would give up if I did not return home.

  ...Never to go to my dorm again. Never to step foot in the lab—but without Erreck, it had all grown tedious anyway, I can admit that easily. I can also admit that even if Erreck were at the lab right now, ready to tabulate data with me, I’d still want to be at Aurora’s side instead. And that is what I needed to know. I nod. “All right.”

  “Really?” Aurora whispers excitedly.

  I gaze on her warmly. “I’m with you, Aurora.”

  She bounces up, clasping my hands in hers, bringing them to her sternum so that she’s hugging my hands and her hands against her bi-globes. “The money we’ve got isn’t going to last forever. We need a plan.”

  “As I have no ideas how to obtain more credits, and no way of reaching my home at all where I could access my stipends where I wouldn’t be able to convert the monies anyway because we don’t trade with outside lifeforms and haven’t for generations… I’m going to distract myself before I begin to panic.” I promptly turn and begin hunting for cleaning and sanitation supplies.

  Aurora refolds her legs and settles back on the bed, watching me with a fond, patient amusement as I collect what I need, and then she watches me seat myself on the edge of the bed, where I give my tail a thorough cleaning and buffing. For me, this is a necessary and relaxing process.

  For Aurora, about halfway through this process, it becomes tedious. She slides off the bed and begins pacing. Perhaps she would be better served if she had a tail of her own to focus on cleaning. Since she has no tail, she keeps pacing and asks, “Do you want to experience a night at the bar?”

  “I do not.” I glance up at her. “Would you like to share the task of cleaning my tail?” I move my eyes back to my work. “I’ve never made this offer before. It’s pleasantly domestic.”

  Aurora takes a moment to respond. “That’s very generous. And couple-y, if you’re an alien,” she finishes on a muttered breath. “But I’m good.” Then she sighs loudly and resumes her restless steps. “We don’t have to drink.”

  Wrinkles form on either side of the bridge of my nose; I can see them. “Of course we need to drink.”

  “Liquor, Simmi,” Aurora says and I look up to watch her roll her eyes, an amused sort of smile on her lips. She has a lot of these. “Do your people drink liquor?”

  I open my mouth.

  “Never mind—your people don’t even use blankets. Don’t answer that. Do you want to play something instead? There’s probably cards. Maybe pool...”

  I give her a sharp look. “No pool. If I never see another mollusk-harboring body of water again, it will be too soon.”

  To my bewilderment, Aurora snorks with laughter and catches my wrist before I can spray my tail with a second coating of disinfectant. “There’s a chance we can make some money down there. I used to do it all the time when I was young and dumb and it was fun then. I wouldn’t do it without you but… if you’re with me, I’d feel safe enough to try.” Her eyes plead up at me. “Will you go with me, Simmi? Please?”

  Without my conscious consent, my mouth speaks for me. “Okay.”

  Okay?

  What! ‘Okay,’ what? Why did the sight of her gazing up at me get my blind agreement to whatever she wants me for? “How do you do that?” I ask in bewildered astonishment.

  She grins up at me. “Welcome to feminine wiles?”

  I consider her. “Is there a textbook I could download, one that explains and expounds on the wiles of the feminine variety? Do all humans possess them? Do you have control of them or are they emitted by you unawares?”

  Her laugh is pure delight. She tugs on where she’s holding my fingers. “Come on, Murrdhr. Let’s play a game.”

  ***

  As we descend the stairs, I grind our progress to a halt. “Aurora, do you see the smoke? Is there a fire? Are there no alarms in this place—” I look left to right, but see no safety alarms attached to the walls. With dismay and concern, a glance up doesn’t show any safety sprinklers either. “This is an extremely unsafe establishment.”

  Snickering, Aurora urges me to descend another step. “The smoke is normal for a bar.”

  “It wasn’t smoking earlier today when we arrived,” I point out, and when I open my senses I learn that the entire atmosphere has altered from this morning. The noise level, for one thing, but I was aware of that rising as the daycycle progressed even from upstairs. Now the bar is dimly lit, and filled with smoking bodies—alarming, although absolutely no one appears alarmed—the clink of glasses—my Creator, what an easy way to transfer germs, tapping the rims together like that, how unsanitary—and the percussive cracking noises that probably signal these aliens are shooting at each other, yet no one seems concerned.

  I, however, am concerned enough for the entirety of this place. “Aurora…” I rasp, my dorsal protuberances inflating. This is mostly an involuntary reaction, a tell of nerves or aggression on my planet, but one I welcome here because they’ll make me look bigger. And here, bigger means more frightening, and being frightening should, in theory, keep both Aurora and I safer.

  And human men and other alien lifeforms quickly make way as we advance, parting for us, leading me to believe my theory is accurate.

  A strange buzzing hum starts up in the vicinity of my throat, and it seems to fill my sternum, and on a normal daycycle, I would worry about this new medical development. But because it seems to be unsettling the crowd around us, encouraging them to give us more space, I’m not as worried as I otherwise would be.

  The noise continues until Aurora shocks me out of my panicked musings by stopping suddenly, plastering her back to my front. She stretches her neck, craning her head back so that her whisper is made to my orbit of her alone. “We’re okay, Simmi.”

  Just like that, my dorsal protuberances come to rest against my back. The strange buzz-hum ceases vibrating my throat. And looking into Aurora’s startlingly beautiful, happy eyes, someone could be forcing my hands into the flames of a portable laboratory gas burner and I’d agree that we’re managing exceptionally well, just as long as she stays against me like this.

  Without warning, cold, frothy liquid sloshes on my tail.

  Someone kicks my tail—and then they land on it with a thud.

  Aurora dodges around me, holding tight to my side while she peeks to see why and by whom I was attacked.

  There’s a man face down on the floor.

  “Who the fuck doesn’t keep their tail out of the way in a fucking bar?” the stranger bellows as he unsteadily gets to his hands and knees.

  Bringing my tail up to examine it, I’m hit with an overpowering stench. “What did you just spill on my person?”

  “I didn’t spill anything on your damn person,” the man waves bad-temperedly at a still-peeking Aurora. “You and your girlfriend walked right in front of me, and your damn alien tail is what tripped me and I spilled my damn drink!” he blusters, swinging his head up—

  And up.

  And up—to glare at me. But his features have gone slack, his growl dying.

  The sounds in our immediate vicinity almost hush with expectation.

  I’m clutching my tail at a vertebral plate far from the point it was spilled on. “Whatever swill you were imbibing reeks. And I’ll be intensely displeased if this foul liquid proves to have adherent properties.”

  A smartly dressed man behind the bar throws a fuzzy cloth at me, eyes wide and nervous. “Here, sir—f-for your tail.”

  Without a word, I coldly accept the cloth and efficiently swipe my plates clean—or at least dry. As I work, the sharp edge to my endmost tail plating gleams even in the smoky excuse for light. I could be mistaken, but it feels as if everyone present is staring at it.

  Someone in the crowd whispers that the stranger had best apologize because I’m the alien they’ve all been warned about: Murrdhr.

  The formerly angry tripper swallows hard and stammers, “Sorry, Mr. Murrdhr. Don’t know how I didn’t see ya
...”

  Aurora leans on my arm, walking her fingers up my shoulder. Feeling this, watching her do this, I’m oddly soothed. I relax and release my tail.

  Then an animalistic sound of warning bursts from my throat when yet another stranger passes us—and eyes Aurora too closely.

  He rips his gaze away from where he was staring avidly at her posterior. “Sorry! Didn’t know she was your wife,” he mutters, before he scurries to vacate the vicinity.

  Wife?

  Translation: cherished helpmate.

  I like this. This is beyond fitting for what Aurora is to me. Wife.

  When I look down at Aurora, I see her eyes are wide—but she doesn’t look afraid at the deterring noise I made to the male.

  If I’m not mistaken, she almost looks… pleased.

  “I apologize,” I tell her. “I emitted that warning without calculated thought.”

  Her eyes are nearly sparkling. She presses her sternum into my side and wraps her arms under my arms. She adds pressure until I curve myself over enough that she can touch her lips to my cheek. Replaying my words from when we were in the wilderness, she says, “I know I can’t cure everything with kissing...”

  I sweep my tail at all of myself. “Obviously.”

  She grins.

  At the sight of her smile: so do I.

  Over the din caused by packing a room with a variety of aliens who talk loudly, play music loudly, and play some sort of game loudly, there comes an angry shout. Reluctantly, Aurora and I pull our attention from each other, looking towards the commotion.

  A chair sails through the air and crashes in front of us. There’s a man still sitting in the chair for half of the trip.

  A larger, thicker, furious man stomps over to the fallen man and vows, “I’ll piss in your dead skull!”

  I scoff and murmur to Aurora, “Ah, an archaic preservation method. This civilization is far, far behind ours.”

  Aurora’s hand comes up to pat my cheek.

 

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