Page 5 of Accidentally Abducted (Nereidan Compatibility Program #1)

Jake

I'm learning several very important things about Nereidans, and specifically about Zeph.

First: when he said he glows during emotional intensity, he vastly understated the situation.

Right now, with his mouth on mine and his hands tangled in my hair, he's practically incandescent.

Golden light is emanating from every inch of exposed skin, pulsing brighter when I do something he particularly likes, such as biting gently at his lower lip, which makes him make a sound that goes straight to my dick.

Second: Nereidans apparently run several degrees warmer than humans, because Zeph's skin feels like touching a perfectly heated blanket, and I'm starting to understand why he didn't seem bothered by the ship's cool temperature.

Third, and most importantly: Zeph is significantly larger than I initially estimated, in several very relevant ways.

"Jesus," I gasp against his mouth as his hands slide under my shirt, his glowing fingertips leaving trails of warmth across my skin. "You're like a fucking space heater."

"Is that... problematic?" Zeph asks, and I can hear the uncertainty in his voice even as his thumbs trace along my hipbones in a way that makes my brain short-circuit.

"Problematic? Zeph, it's perfect. I'm always cold.

" I pull back enough to look at him, and the sight makes my breath catch.

His face is beautiful in the normal lighting, but glowing like this, with his pupils dilated and his lips slightly swollen from kissing, he looks like something out of a fantasy.

"God, you're gorgeous. Like, stupidly gorgeous. "

The glow flares brighter at the compliment, and I grin. "I'm going to have so much fun figuring out what makes you light up."

"Jake," Zeph says, his voice rougher than I've heard it, "I should warn you—"

"About what?" I'm working on the fastenings of his shirt-thing, desperate to see more of that golden glow.

"Nereidan anatomy is... somewhat different from human anatomy, when we are aroused."

I pause in my attempts to undress him. "Different how? Like, extra parts? Fewer parts? Parts in unexpected places?"

"Not... extra parts, precisely. But proportionally different. And there are certain... adaptations that might be unfamiliar."

"Proportionally different," I repeat slowly. "You mean..."

"I mean that I am concerned about physical compatibility," Zeph says, and there's something almost vulnerable in his admission. "Our research indicated that size differences can be... challenging for successful intimate relations."

I stare at him for a moment, processing this. "Zeph, are you telling me you're worried your dick is too big now that you're turned on?"

The blunt question makes him flush deeper, the glow spreading down his neck. "That is... a crude but accurate assessment of my primary concern, yes."

"Okay, first of all, that's exactly the kind of problem I want to have," I tell him, finally getting his shirt open and pushing it off his shoulders. "Second of all, humans are surprisingly adaptable. And third, holy shit, okay that's... that's significantly more than I was mentally prepared for."

Because Zeph up close without a shirt is a revelation.

His chest and arms are glowing with soft golden light, highlighting muscles that I want to spend several hours exploring with my mouth.

But more than that, I can see the outline of what he's concerned about through his pants, and. .. yeah. I understand the worry.

"That is... quite a bit bigger than human average," I manage to say, trying to sound casual while internally recalibrating my expectations about alien anatomy.

"Significantly so," Zeph agrees, and he's watching my face carefully for my reaction.

I look up at him, this beautiful, glowing alien who's worried about being too much for me, and feel something warm unfurl in my chest that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with the fact that he cares about my comfort more than his own pleasure.

"Well," I say, running my hands over his chest and enjoying the way the glow follows my touch, "I guess we'll just have to take our time and figure it out. I'm very motivated to make this work, even if it means my jaw's going to be sore tomorrow."

"You are?"

"Zeph, I've wanted to get my hands on you since approximately five minutes after we met. A little size difference isn't going to scare me off." I lean up to kiss him again, slower this time, deeper. "Besides, I'm curious about something."

"What?"

"Those adaptations you mentioned. What exactly am I working with here?"

Zeph hesitates for a moment, then steps back and finishes removing his pants with movements that are somehow both efficient and incredibly graceful. When he straightens up, completely naked and glowing like a golden god, I have to remind myself to breathe.

"Fuck," I whisper, because there really aren't adequate words for what I'm looking at.

Zeph is... impressive. In every possible way.

His cock is proportional to the rest of him, which means it's significantly larger than anything I've encountered before, and it's glowing with the same golden light as the rest of his skin.

There are subtle ridges along the shaft that definitely weren't mentioned in any alien anatomy textbook, and as I watch, fascinated, there's a faint sheen appearing along the length, something that looks almost like oil, but cleaner somehow.

"That's..." I start, then stop, trying to find words that aren't just incoherent appreciation.

"Too much?" Zeph asks, and there's genuine worry in his voice.

"Too much? Zeph, that's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, and also possibly the most intimidating." I reach out to touch him, then pause. "Can I? Or should I like, sign a waiver first?"

He nods, not trusting his voice, and I wrap my hand around him, or try to. My fingers don't quite meet around his girth, which should probably be intimidating but instead just makes me more determined to figure out the logistics.

The moment I touch him, Zeph makes a sound that's somewhere between a moan and a gasp, and the glow under his skin flares so bright I can see it even in the ship's ambient lighting.

The slick coating on his cock transfers to my palm, warm and slightly sweet-smelling, with a consistency that's definitely not human.

"What is this?" I ask, stroking him slowly and marveling at how the substance makes my hand glide effortlessly.

"Natural lubrication," Zeph manages to say, his voice strained. "Nereidans produce it when... when we are sufficiently aroused."

"It's sweet," I observe, bringing my hand up to examine the clear, slightly iridescent fluid.

"It is meant to ease... intimate contact," Zeph explains, watching my face carefully for my reaction. "Does it disturb you?"

"Disturb me? Zeph, this is the most considerate anatomy I've ever encountered. It's like you came with your own built-in lube dispenser." I grin at him, continuing my exploration. "I'm starting to think your people have figured out some things humans are still working on."

"In a sense, we are," Zeph admits, the glow flaring brighter at my obvious appreciation. "Nereidans believe that intimate bonding should be... mutually satisfying."

"Well, you're definitely succeeding on that front.

Although I have to say, if this is what evolution looks like when you actually try, humans got seriously shortchanged.

" I run my thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the slick fluid and watching his eyes flutter closed.

"This is going to make things much easier, and also probably ruin me for human partners forever. "

"You approve?"

"I more than approve. I'm starting to think your people have the right idea about a lot of things."

As I continue touching him, learning the texture of those ridges and the way the natural lubrication responds to his arousal, I notice something else, a faint echo of sensation that's not quite my own.

Nothing overwhelming, just a shadow of what he's experiencing that makes the whole encounter more intense.

"Can you feel what I'm feeling?" I ask, fascinated by the way his breath catches when I stroke him just right.

"To some extent, yes," Zeph admits. "Nereidanss are... sensitive to our partner's responses. It helps us learn what brings pleasure."

"That's incredibly hot," I tell him, and mean it. "It means you'll know exactly what I want."

"And it means I will know when you are... when you are ready for more."

I look up at him, this glowing alien who's watching me with an expression of wonder and desire, and realize that we've definitely moved past casual hookup territory. There's something about the way he looks at me, like I'm exactly what he's been searching for without knowing it.

"More," I agree, dropping to my knees in front of him. "Definitely more."

I take a moment to look up at him, this gorgeous, glowing alien whose cock is right at eye level now, impressive and intimidating and absolutely beautiful. The golden light pulses stronger under my gaze, and I can see more of that slick lubrication beading at the tip.

"Jake," Zeph says, his voice rough with want, "you do not have to—"

"I want to," I interrupt, running my hands up his thighs and marveling at the way the golden light follows my touch. "I want to taste you. I want to see if you're as sweet as you smell."

The sound Zeph makes when I lean forward and lick the head of his cock is unlike anything I've ever heard, a deep, resonant moan that seems to come from his chest. The taste of him is even better than I expected, sweet and clean, with that slick natural lubrication coating my tongue.

My own cock throbs in response, straining against my jeans.

"Jake," Zeph breathes, and I feel his hand settle carefully in my hair, fingers threading through the strands but not pushing. "You don't have to—"

"I want to," I tell him, looking up at his glowing face from my knees. "But you're going to have to be patient with me. You're... a lot."

I wrap my lips around just the head, working my tongue around the ridge while my hands stroke the rest of his length.

Even just this much is stretching my mouth, and I can feel the way Zeph's whole body tenses as he fights not to thrust forward.

The taste of him and the sounds he's making have me achingly hard, and I press the heel of my palm against my erection for some relief.

"Is this okay?" I ask, pulling back to catch my breath, a string of precum and saliva connecting my lips to his cock.

"More than okay," Zeph manages, his voice strained. "But Jake, you don't need to take all of me. Just... whatever feels comfortable."

"Comfortable is boring," I tell him with a grin, then take him deeper, relaxing my throat and using the slick coating he's producing to ease the way. I can only manage about half of him before I have to pull back, gasping, but the sound Zeph makes tells me it's more than enough.

His hand tightens slightly in my hair, not controlling, just holding on, and through that faint empathic connection, I can feel the edge of his pleasure mixing with my own desperate arousal.

"Fuck, Jake," he groans, and hearing him curse in that formal accent of his is unexpectedly hot. "Your mouth... you're so good at this. Such a good boy."

The words wash over me, and I moan around his cock, my hips jerking involuntarily. I've never been into praise before, at least, I didn't think I was, but something about the way Zeph says it, the genuine appreciation mixed with that hint of command, makes my cock throb almost painfully.

"You like that," Zeph observes, his voice rough with arousal and something that might be wonder. "You like being told how good you are."

I pull off him long enough to gasp, "I had no fucking idea," before taking him back into my mouth, deeper this time, desperate to earn more of those words.

"Take yourself out," Zeph commands softly, his hand tightening slightly in my hair. "I want to see how hard you are from pleasuring me."

I fumble with my jeans, never taking my mouth off him, and manage to free my cock. It springs out, already leaking and painfully hard, and Zeph makes a sound of pure appreciation.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, watching me work him with my mouth while my own cock throbs untouched. "So eager to be good for me."

The praise makes me moan around him again, and I hum around him, which makes his hips jerk involuntarily.

I have to brace my hands on his thighs to keep steady.

The natural lubrication is flowing more freely now, sweet and slick, making it easier each time I take him deeper.

My own cock is throbbing and leaking where it juts out from my open jeans, and every moan from Zeph makes me harder.

Through the empathic echo, I can feel how close he's getting, which just makes me want to push him over the edge.

His breathing becomes ragged, his grip in my hair tighter, and the golden glow spreads down his entire body.

"Jake," he warns, his voice strained, "I'm going to—"

I look up at him, making it clear I want this, want all of it, and that's what sends him over the edge.

He comes with a shout that echoes through the quarters, his whole body lighting up like a star as he spills into my mouth.

The taste of him is even sweeter than before, and through the empathic connection, I feel the waves of his climax crashing through both of us.

I swallow everything he gives me, working him through it until he's shaking and gently pulling me off with trembling hands.

We're definitely not in compatibility testing territory anymore.

We're in something much more intense and infinitely more rewarding.