Alien Freak - Calista Skye Page 0,45
in what sounds a lot like Zaroc’s native language. I can’t guess at what exactly they’re talking about, except that it’s me.
I’m too relieved to care. The leaves are gone, and so is the green halo around everything I look at. I feel light, refreshed, even happy. I’m filled with life, and now it’s only my own.
Finally, I can really take in this place.
But of course that’s not possible. It’s too big for my mind. I’m standing inside a hollow moon, made by ancient all-powerful aliens, filled with all kinds of super exotic artifacts. Just a day ago, I had no idea places like this even existed. Which other things will I discover in coming days?
My future seems brighter than it has since the Bululg invaded Earth.
And I’m here with the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, and he’s totally protective of me. Damn, was he always this muscular?
The robot bows once. “If there is nothing else?”
I point at Zaroc’s face. “Can you heal those bruises?”
The machine raises one hand and strokes it gently across Zaroc’s face three times. “Yes.”
Actually, now that I have its attention… “What are all these things?” I sweep my hand around to indicate everything around us.
“I am a medical device, not authorized to respond to questions outside of my primary function. If there is nothing else?”
One more try. “Why did the portal open to let us in?”
“I am a medical device, not authorized to respond to questions outside of my primary function. If there is nothing else?”
I look at Zaroc and shrug. “I guess not. Thank you very much.”
The cube closes up. As it gradually goes dark, the robot fades away in thin air.
“Yeah, that’s kind of spooky,” I admit. “Okay. I seem to be back to normal. How’s your face?
Zaroc prods his forehead and nose. ”Tingly.”
“You look a lot less swollen.” I take his big, calloused hand. “You found this thing to heal me. Thank you.”
“It was the least I could do,” he growls. “If I had never abducted you, you would never have crashed on Brems, and the Fentrat would never have infected you.”
I squeeze his hand, pulling him closer. “And then I would never have seen this incredible place. I would still be stuck on an occupied Earth with no good future to look forward to. I would also never have met you.”
“I’m glad you’re back to health.” Zaroc bends his neck and kisses me on the mouth.
I let go of his hand and embrace him. He lifts me like last time, pressing me towards him so I can’t mistake the hard bulge in his pants.
This time, I want that. And I can’t wait any longer.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I moan between sloppy kisses. “Do it now.” I cup the bulge with my free hand, just to make sure he knows what I mean.
And I think he does, because the thick hardness there twitches under my palm and seems to inflate.
Still holding me up with one strong arm, he carries me to a low pedestal with all kinds of strange metal things on it. With his other hand he sweeps them all to the floor, crashing and clanging, and puts me on the platform. It’s as high as a coffee table and covered with a material that’s soft and warm to the touch, like felt.
I waste no time in splitting the jumpsuit down the middle and discarding both halves. Zaroc pulls the sports bra off me, and then I get on my knees to get his pants down.
They work the same way as my jumpsuit, so I’m not prepared for the thing he was keeping in his pants.
The breath sticks in my throat, and a thousand burning butterflies take off in my stomach. “Oh my…”
It’s hard and thick and as vividly red as the rest of him, but there are no scales. That doesn’t mean it’s smooth. There is definitely texture, both ribbing and smaller bumps and ridges. But the most remarkable thing about it is that it’s split, like his tongue. It starts thick, close to his body. Then it forks into two slender, red prongs that move independently of each other, twirling themselves together into one as I watch, then pulsating and spreading themselves apart in a crazy display of otherworldly agility.
“That’s what your silver symbol means,” I wheeze in a mouth that’s gone very dry. “It’s like an advertisement right on your chest.”
“As they say, I’ve had no complaints.” Zaroc smirks, letting his big hands play with my