Page 16 of Aliens Snared My Heart (Awakened Womb #3)

16 / Kur’tok

We spent one more night in my territory. No—my current home. If I wanted to integrate back with Maeleon society, I had to stop thinking like that. ‘Territory’ was a word Unit 44 taught me, along with many other things. It was time to let it go.

After we all returned from the old village, I felt melancholic and uneasy. Change was scary. I hated it. When things stayed the same, I knew exactly what to expect. Day in, day out.

But change felt less scary with Paz beside me. He gave me the courage to crawl out of my spiked shell. If it weren’t for him, I’d be shouting orders at my ‘underlings’ and stewing in misplaced rage.

It still felt strange. I’d been me for eight long cycles. Was it really okay to choose to be something else?

While everybody spoke about the next steps, I slumped into my ‘throne’. The smooth tree roots were comfortable in their familiarity, but I was exhausted. Everything weighed on me like an adult pandar slumped across my chest. I shut my eyes and sighed.

Something damp nuzzled my hand. I glanced at Kookee, who inspected my closed fist for treats. I still couldn’t believe its transformation. It looked like a completely different beast; its fur was glossy and clean. The coarse knots and thick oily texture were gone. It even looked happier. All because Paz had convinced me to change its diet to the correct one.

I clenched my eyes shut, sinking deeper into my seat. Unit 44 had drilled the importance of eating meat into me. He’d said the strong ate flesh. Only pathetic weaklings survived without it. And I’d trusted him without a single doubt...

Was anything he said true?

Kookee rumbled. Its velvety lips grazed my hand, wanting attention. I stroked its fuzzy chin.

“Don’t worry,” I murmured. “You’re coming with us, too. I would never leave you behind.”

“Hey, Kur’tok!”

Paz’s voice filled me with a ribbon of relief. It didn’t matter how disastrous my mood was—hearing him always made me feel better.

He ran up, panting. His arms were full of a peculiar yet familiar fruit, its shape oblong and suggestive. Seeing that kind caught me by surprise.

“You know what those are, right?” I asked.

Paz huffed. “Of course I know! I ate them before, remember?”

“Right. The fruit that makes you horny.” I smirked. “As if you need help with that.”

Paz rolled his eyes as he sidled up closer to me. “Well, I thought it’d be fun if we had a night to ourselves. Y’know, like to celebrate our time here in your territory. ”

I grimaced. “Don’t call it that.”

He chuckled. “Fine. This beautiful temporary home.” He gestured to the waterfall, the grass, the den—and dropped a couple fruits in the process. “Whoa!”

I snatched them with my tentacles before they hit the ground. “You know, this is a lot of fruit,” I teased in a low growl. “It’s like you want to get aroused out of your mind.”

Paz blushed. “Maybe I do.”

A flicker of pleasure licked my insides. I looped my arm around his lower back and pulled him towards me. “Don’t tease me, flesh-bag.”

“I’m not teasing you. I’m horny, and I want you to fuck me nasty style,” Paz declared. “Have I made myself—”

Before he finished, I crushed our mouths together. The words melted on his tongue as he moaned. He went limp in my grip, letting me grasp his hips with both hands. He was soft and pliable as always, but his body felt slightly different in my hands.

I didn’t think about it too hard. Kissing him felt so good that my mind instantly fogged with lust.

Paz leaned his weight into me in a silent display of trust. Even in my crazed arousal, I held his tiny body with great care. He was mine to care for, to protect. I’d do anything for him. My clawed fingers dug into his plush skin, possessive yet tender.

He felt... bigger.

Paz moaned as he kissed me. He sounded dazed already. “Damn, I haven’t even eaten any of these fruits yet.”

I was half tempted to smack the fruits away with my tail, but if my filum wanted sex while intoxicated by the fruit, that was fine by me.

“D’you want one?” Paz offered.

I eyed the purple fruit in his hand suspiciously—not because of its effects, but because I hadn’t eaten a fruit in a very long time. As if to tease me, Paz took a bite of it without breaking hypnotic eye contact. The juices spilled sensually down his lips.

Growling, I leaned forward to lap up the juice with my long tongue. Paz shivered.

The judgment in my brain turned off. My tongue curled around the fruit in Paz’s hand and I took it from him. The fruit tasted vivid and sweet, flooding my mouth with its syrupy fluids. Instantly, I reverted to some primal state of being. My skin felt prickly with heat. Whatever lust had gripped me before intensified a hundredfold. I wanted to grab Paz, throw him to the ground, and mount him like a pandar in rut.

Another deep growl vibrated in my chest. “Does all fruit taste this good?” I muttered.

Paz grinned. “Pretty much. But this one makes you feel awesome, doesn’t it?”

“Hmph.”

I lifted Paz into my lap while I reclined in my seat. If this was the last night on my throne, I’d use it well.

The fruit’s effects already flared in my system. My cock felt strained within its inner chamber, rapidly growing too large to fit. I shuddered as my slit parted and it emerged into the cool air.

Paz stared at it hungrily, his eyes rounded with excitement. Since his biology was different than mine, he was consistently fascinated by my cock. His eyes glittered as he watched it rise to its full length.

Then a crumb of awareness seemed to float back to his mind.

“What if everyone sees us?” he asked, halfheartedly glancing over his shoulder. The others were nearby somewhere, but I couldn’t see them from my angle.

I grunted. “Who cares.”

Paz thought about it for a moment, then faced me with his full attention. He took a final bite of the fruit and swallowed it. “You’re right.” He pulled out another one. “More?”

I had less reservations the second time. Or I was too horny to care. My tongue flicked out to snatch the fruit. As my fangs pierced it, I realized the fruit was fleshy and satisfying in its own right. Maybe I could get used to the texture and taste faster than I assumed.

As I gulped it down, my insides tingled with heat. My cock twitched in the air. Paz had to shift in my lap so it didn’t take up all the room. He was comically small beside it. I still didn’t understand how it fit the first time.

As my eyes grazed over my filum, I realized he did look different. My senses hadn’t deceived me. There was a soft curve to his hips and belly that wasn’t there before. But how was that possible? I’d filled him to the brim with pollen, yes, but that was only days ago. Surely he couldn’t already be pregnant?

Paz swallowed another bite of the fruit. His voice was breathy, his eyes half-lidded with arousal. “You noticed it too, huh?” He ran his other hand across his soft belly. “It doesn’t feel real, does it?”

“No,” I admitted.

He grinned. “I told you humans can get impregnated by Maeleons.”

“Hmph. I won’t be convinced until you’re as round as this fruit.”

Paz blushed. “Fine. You’ll see soon enough.”

To shut me up, he placed both palms on my shaft. A loud groan escaped me. I tossed my head back against the roots, arching my back into his touch. The smooth softness of his palms felt incredible against my sensitive cock. It twitched and jerked, seeking more attention.

Paz breathed hard as he drew closer. The sight of his face directly next to my cock sent a jolt of arousal down my spine.

“Put your mouth on it,” I growled.

Paz grinned proudly, like he’d been waiting for me to ask. He parted his lips in a slow, sensual motion. When he finally put them on my cock, I snarled with pleasure. The wet heat of Paz’s mouth made my claws curl and scrape against the roots.

Paz adjusted himself. “Here, lemme just...”

He threw his legs over my shaft so he straddled it, sandwiched in the space between my cock and my chest. As his naked body heat seeped into me, I felt intensely charged with sexual tension.

Paz leaned forward to hug my cock. I ground my teeth so I wouldn’t cry out. Fuck, his soft body felt amazing.

Paz flashed me a grin over his shoulder. Meanwhile, he rubbed himself all over me in tortuously pleasurable motions. His hands and bare thighs caressed my sensitive cock in a literal full-body massage.

I panted heavily through my fangs. The fruit’s aphrodisiac effects were in full swing. I was so aroused I couldn’t even think. All I wanted to do was blow my load all over Paz. Across his face, his back, his insides... anywhere and everywhere. He was mine.

I grabbed Paz’s waist from behind and bucked my hips back and forth, rubbing my erection against his chest and belly. I was delirious at how good it felt.

Paz moaned as he brushed his soft lips against my throbbing shaft. His face was flushed and his eyes were glassy with arousal. As I moved my hips, I felt Paz’s small hard cock poking into mine.

I snorted hotly through my nostrils. Pleasure lit up my every nerve. My heart thumped rapidly in my chest, erratic and spirited. The taut ecstasy pooling between my thighs neared its peak.

As I rubbed against Paz, I couldn’t get the mental image of him completely coated in my pollen out of my mind. I craved it with a ravenous hunger.

“Paz,” I growled in a throaty rasp. “Get on your knees.”

He practically leapt off my cock and scrambled between my legs, staring up at my erection with giddy excitement. Watching his expression light up thrilled me.

My cock twitched midair above his head. A bead of honey-colored pollen trickled out of my slit, sliding down my shaft. Paz watched it and visibly swallowed.

“Go ahead,” I instructed.

Paz leaned up on his knees. He caressed the head of my cock, making me shiver. A second later, his tongue swept across my slit, lapping up the bead of pollen. I groaned as I sank back into my seat. Paz’s tongue was mind-blowing. The soft wetness shot pulses of ecstasy through my body until I felt boneless with pleasure.

My breath came out in hot puffs through my fangs. I stretched my tentacles towards Paz, running them up and down his smooth sides. I felt the rhythm of his rapid pulse through my sensitive tentacle pads. He was so delectably soft to the touch. I spent a few seconds rolling my tentacle pads over his hips, which definitely had a new curve to them.

Was Paz really pregnant?

Thinking about it sent an electric spark through me. If he wasn’t yet, he would be eventually. Paz drove me wild. I couldn’t hold myself back around him.

Suddenly, a jarring motion in the corner of my eye pulled me out of my trance. Haz’rull stood there like they wanted to say something. My first instinct was to snap at them to go away, but I was trying to clean up my act.

“What is it?” I asked stiffly.

“Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a... new development I thought you should know about.”

I ground my teeth. “Can it wait? We’re a little busy here.”

Haz’rull’s feelers flashed in amusement as they glanced at the two of us. “Yes, it can wait. Carry on.”

When Haz’rull left, I turned my focus back to Paz. He was so lost in arousal that he hadn’t even noticed the interruption. He purred as his hands roamed over my twitching flesh, guiding me back into the moment. I blew out a breath and relaxed, forgetting everything but my filum and his magical hands.

As Paz lavished attention on me, my pure pleasure hit its peak. A roar tore through my throat. I sank my claws into the seat, bracing myself as I unleashed a heavy load of pollen. It came out in thick, honey-colored bursts that coated Paz from the head down. Seeing him soaked in my pollen made me grunt—another aftershock rippled down my spine, causing a smaller second wave to pour out from my cock.

Paz moaned, closing his eyes as he leaned into it. His hand was wrapped around his own cock, furiously pleasuring himself. As he finished, he arched his back with a choked cry. My pollen continued to trickle down his body in thick rivulets. When it was over, he looked like a sticky golden mess.

I panted for breath. My body was as heavy as a boulder as I slumped in my seat. I felt dazed and tired, but utterly satisfied.

“Are you all right?” I asked.

I heard a sound that was almost like... slurping. Sitting up, I glanced around my flaccid cock obstructing my view.

A jolt of shocked pleasure hit me when I saw Paz licking my pollen .

“What are you doing?” I demanded, flustered by the erotic sight.

“It’s sweet, just like honey!” Paz cried. “Was it always like that?”

He had no reservations about drinking my pollen. He gulped it down like water. I felt faint as an unexpected wave of arousal slammed into me again.

“You really are a lewd creature,” I mumbled fondly.

“You love it.”

“Hmph.”

Paz smirked. “You didn’t deny it.”

He looked over himself, like he’d only just realized he was completely coated in my pollen. He raised his arms and watched the viscous fluid trickle slowly to the ground.

“Not gonna lie. This is pretty comfortable,” he said with a grin. “It’s like floating in one of those sensory deprivation pods. Except the opposite.”

Once again, I had no idea what he was talking about. “Are you going to sit there soaked in my pollen all night, or should I clean you up?”

He sighed like it was impossible to decide. “Well, I’m not opposed to the former, but yeah, we should probably—”

“Hey, Paz? What in the absolute fuck are we looking at right now?”

The unfamiliar voice sent me on full alert. My gaze snapped down below the ledge to where four figures stood: two Maeleons I knew, and two humans I didn’t.