I’m naked, and yet I don’t recall stripping.
The only conclusion to draw from her undressed status was they’d done it and she didn’t remember a thing. She didn’t know which bummed her more: her appalling actions while drunk or the fact she couldn’t conjure up a single recollection from her first-and only, dammit-bout of alien probing. Her snide mind-and wakening libido-wondered if she could ask for a repeat. No! That was crazy thinking. There would be no second round. The pirate did plan to sell her, after all, and she did have some self-respect, now that she was sober anyway.
The chest under her cheek shifted, and she ended up rolled onto her back with a very happy-to-see-her alien poking at the juncture of her thighs. His powerfully built arms held him up at an angle that kept his chest off hers, but his groin snug up against the apex of her thighs. Hot tingles at his proximity made her body thrum with wakening desire and she almost let her legs part to see his version of a good morning. However, a lack of coffee and pig headedness made her clamp them shut tighter instead. During her inner battle with her libido, he peered down at her, his face wearing a serious mien at odds with his tousled hair.
“You are awake.” He stated the obvious.
“No kidding.” She didn’t move for fear of inadvertently titillating him and giving her body more ideas than it needed. Already, the heat radiating from his body, suspended over hers, made her nipples pebble and her cleft moisten further.
“You appear displeased.” He didn’t seem surprised.
“You took advantage of me,” she accused.
His dark brows shot up and his lip curled into a sneer. “In your dreams, Earthling. You mauled me. I simply took what you offered, make that almost begged me to take. ”
The jerk would point out that fact. “I was drunk and you took advantage to fuck me.”
He snorted as he rolled off her and her body immediately mourned the loss of his warmth. “If you are implying I plowed your sex, then you’re mistaken. I’m not into unconscious females.”
“Then how do you explain my nakedness? While I remember kissing you, as I recall, I wore clothes at the time.”
“I stripped you for your comfort. Next time I’ll just dump your drunken carcass onto the floor and keep the bed to myself.”
She didn’t like the callous way he acted, and refused to admit she might have brought it on herself with her accusations. “You’re a jerk.” Who obviously didn’t like what he saw enough to take advantage. She didn’t understand why that bothered her. She should have celebrated the fact she remained relatively untouched.
“Shrew.”
They glared at each other over the expanse of the bed and that’s when her eyes strayed, catching on to the fact that she currently had one very big, naked alien to peruse. And oh my freaking god, he appeared hotter than she fuzzily recalled.
Muscles delineated his upper body and she sucked in a breath at the sight of the rings piercing his skin where she noticed a lack of nipples. He’d quite enjoyed the way she’d tugged and sucked on his pectoral ornaments, and her pussy moistened further in remembrance. She couldn’t help her eyes from straying down his rock hard abs-who owned their own little abs-down to the vee of his hips. Lacking modesty, apparently, since he stood proudly with no attempt at covering himself, she let her gaze wander even lower to his hairless groin. From between his heavily muscled thighs, his massive cock jutted, stained a dark mauve color while its thick head blushed pink. And that’s when she noticed the freakiest thing.
“Oh, my fucking god, you’ve been neutered!”
“What?” he barked, planting his hands on his hips which drew even more attention to his crotch area-his ball-less crotch area.
“Neutered, spayed or whatever the hell you call it when you’ve had your balls chopped off. Dear god, don’t tell me that’s how you aliens practice birth control?” Megan couldn’t help the horror that seeped into her voice. And he called humans barbaric.
Wider and wider, his eyes grew, his throat working soundlessly. When he finally managed to utter something, it emerged a cross between a snort and laughter. “You are absolutely insane. What are you talking about?”
“Your balls. You know, the two round things that hang under your dick. What happened to them? Did they take them from you when they sliced off your nipples?”
A pair of purple hands came up to cover his face, and his shoulders shook as he mumbled under his breath.
Megan leaned forward, ignoring her own nudity as she got closer in case he needed a shoulder to cry on. Her observation might have lacked diplomacy, but she could at least be kind about the fact he found himself maimed.
“There, there. Don’t cry. I’m sorry. It’s just, how awful for you that you’ve been mutilated. Did it hurt? Can you still function, like, you know, a man down there?” Judging by his rapidly dwindling cock, she had to wonder at his ability to cum. Perhaps an inability to ejaculate was why he’d not molested her when he had the perfect chance.
Noise came from behind his hands and it sounded suspiciously like laughter. She frowned at him.
“Earthling,” he managed to sputter in a choked voice. “You should have chosen a career in the comedic arts.” He peeled his hands away and she saw his face twisted in a rictus of mirth. “Those balls, as you call them, are tucked into my body, as is the case with all of my kind. Only a less evolutionized race would keep their seed sacs out in the open where they are vulnerable to damage. As for nipples, females have nipples, not males. Why would we? We are not the ones who feed the young. There is nothing wrong with me. You, however, you’re one to talk about deformity with your two breasts and that hole in your stomach.”
Megan gaped at him. “Deformity?” She grabbed her heavy breasts and held them up. “Do these look deformed to you? I think my tits are perfectly beautiful, thank you. And as for my belly button, all humans have one. It’s because we’re normal.”
“Says you,” he retorted. Despite his assertion she was far from perfect, he couldn’t hide the fact his cock rapidly re-inflated at her self-grope.
A glaring match ensued as they tried to stare each other down-his prick straining and her pussy soaking-and they might have remained at an impasse for a while had the ship’s computer not interrupted.
“Approaching way station, Lokihaj. Recommend docking for refueling and repair of malfunctioning thruster.”
Tren growled as he turned to stalk away, and Megan sucked in a breath at the view of his toned back and ass, purple perfection that made her hands itch to stroke and pinch. Maybe I should have handled this morning differently? In other words, held her tongue, let him probe her with that purple dick of his and then draw a silent conclusion on his prowess, balls or not.
Pride wouldn’t let her call him back to apologize, and he seemed hell bent on ignoring her which kind of miffed her. I mean, if he really liked what happened last night and what he saw, shouldn’t he be trying harder to get another piece? His cock sure seemed willing to give it a go. Instead, the pirate slapped his hand on the wall and a compartment opened from which he pulled clean shirts and pants, a set of which he flung at her without looking. Another slap and a new door opened and he walked out of the room.
Megan tugged on the garments as she wished fervently for a toilet followed by a shower and a comb to freshen herself. She’d understood enough of the computer’s message to understand they’d reached some kind of civilization. Not sure how this helped her, but determined to have a say in her fate, she strode into the adjoining room after Tren.
She found herself in a white haven she guessed passed as a bathroom given it had some kind of shower enclosure and a long counter with a pile of his clothes. What she really wanted to know, as did her bladder, was where the toilet hid? Instead, she asked, “Where are we going?”