something our small encampment needs to be dealing with.
Holding her squirming body tight to mine, I jump into the bath, still clutching her close. Dipping us both quickly under the warm water, I spring up as Sunny sputters and slaps at me. I chuckle as she blinks and gives up, rubbing her eyes.
“Why…?” She’s slipped back into her unfamiliar language as she continues to rail at me. I wouldn’t be surprised if most of what was coming out of her mouth was swearing. Based on how red her face is, I’d say she’s livid, even if incoherent.
Holding her arms down, I pin them both to her sides as I reach for the discarded cloth in the water. She’s still hissing her strange words as I stroke back her hair from her face before squeezing the water out of the cloth over her head. Even though she went into the water at the stream, she didn’t wet her hair. The thick, dark mass is beautiful as the water soaks it. I haven’t had time to study my new female, so I linger, dipping the cloth and pulling it up to run the water down over her head.
As I was hoping, the water seems to cool her temper as she realizes she won’t be able to get away. Her face changes from anger to frustration while she tolerates my inspection. Pushing her hair back from her ears, I study their more rounded appearance and how they appear to sit more flush to the side of her head. All of her features are finer and more delicate, which shouldn’t surprise me considering how much tinier she is.
I’ve never really considered how much smaller our females are, but it’s still rare to see any of them more than a head shorter than a male. As the largest and strongest in our encampment, I’ve been the Alpha leader since the low dwellers sent me to replace an Alpha who died before me. Because of the limited Alpha leaders born to our people, they assign one to each of the encampments as needed. But even so, our females are always shorter, but usually not much shorter than my chin.
Rubbing her hair with some soap, she wiggles her arms, attempting to reach up and help me. Releasing her, I hold my head back and put some cleanser in mine. We each scrub our heads, staring at each other. When I lean back to rinse my hair, she’s still scrubbing her head.
When I’m done, I realize that she’s running her fingers through her hair in the back where it’s been cut much shorter. Snapping out of her reverie, she watches me continue to wash my body without a word. Now that she appears to be in control and settled, I attempt to pry information from her again. “Are you ready to share with me where you come from?”
Sunny cocks her head to the side, giving me a strange look. “I’ve already told you I come from a planet called Earth, and I’m almost positive this is not Earth, correct?”
Her enticing breasts bounce above the waterline, tempting me. I can’t help reaching out to cup them gently. “No. This isn’t Earth. We call our planet Alta, but there’s no way to come here from another planet. I’m inclined to believe that you’re lying to me for some reason.”
Her eyes are almost rolling back into her head, as I squeeze and plump the enticing flash I’m fondling. Her lids crack open, and I know she’s trying to concentrate as she sputters out, “Well, I don’t understand, either. One day, I’m at work… going to a conference, and the next thing I know, I woke up in that little spacecraft, and my little pod shot away from the others—”
“The others?” My heart stops at this additional information. Could there be others of her species invading our planet at this time? Could she be a distraction?
I’m not sure how I feel about that… or even if I should believe her. My hands drift around under the water, searching for the apex of her thighs. When I target in and find the little bud she enjoys rubbing, her eyes widen as a strange exclamation rattles from the back of her throat.
The unfamiliar sounds call to me on a base level that I’ve never felt before. Answering her call with my own, our voices harmonize as her hands reach for me. No. She can’t be from another planet. We’re just… too compatible. When she