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- Sprisk -

“That gray ghost again,” I rumble as the creature vanishes in among the trees. “Eric. Do they want you back?”

“I not know,” Cora says. “If do, Eric not say. He very young.”

“I don’t like that he’s here when I’m not.”

“He come to see me. Is a friend.”

“As long as he doesn’t bring all your friends.” I go in close and touch her new, white garment with one finger. It’s soft, but not as soft as her skin. “And I liked it so much before.”

She gives me a mischievous smile. “When nothing?”

“Wearing nothing is good for a woman,” I tell her as I lean in and smell her hair. “Can I get you to wear nothing again?”

“Perhaps,” she chirps. “When we’re done with the work.”

“Such an eager woman,” I sigh. “All work all the time.”

She smiles again, and I love to see it. “I think we done much more than work. Or you think Mating is work, too?”

“I don’t,” I admit. “It’s the least work-like thing I can imagine. It’s pure pleasure.”

“Yes! On Earth, we say ‘work before pleasure’.”

“Then let’s finish our work as quickly as we can.” I reach behind Cora and give her behind a little pinch through the rough texture of withered grass before I go to retrieve the thin logs I cut.

When the sun is setting and we decide it’s time to cook some food, there’s a big heap of materials next to the mysterious loom. The loom itself has gained some crossbars and various other parts that Cora has directed me to make, and which we have tied firmly to the main structure with the strings she has spun.

We stand back and admire our work. It’s not much to look at, just some thin logs tied together in a way that makes little sense to me.

I scratch my head. “Are you sure you can actually use this for anything?”

“I are sure. Not now, but when finish. You also will use,” Cora informs me. “Is so big, you can. And I can.”

“At the same time?”

“Yes! And not.”

“Yes and not,” I ponder as we sit down by the campfire, where I’ve dumped a single gresk I happened to come across in the woods. “Only an alien could say something so mysterious.”

“What that?” Cora asks. “The Small.”

“It’s a gresk ,” I tell her. “Very good to eat. We don’t see a lot of them. I think it’s a good sign that one of them walked straight in front of me. It practically forced me to kill it.”

“It look like a long pig ,” Cora says. “But has other nose.”

“ Peeg,” I repeat as I slice pieces off the gresk. “It’s a good word. Short and easy to say. Peeg. Peeg. ”

“It’s a Small that they use on farms,” she says. “Now I will say what is a farm. You not have on Xren.”

“ Farrrm, ” I repeat. “You’re right. We don’t have those.”

She snorts. “Is very strange and silly to not have. This is what is a farm…”

She explains it to me at great length while we eat, teaching me words like ‘cow’, ‘horse’, ‘grain’, ‘barn’, ‘tractor’ and many others. She admits that those words won’t be of much use to me, but I like her tales of her old planet. Once more I find most of it too strange to be true, but whenever I press her for details about the strangest parts, I get so many that it’s almost too much. Everything she says is obviously real.

I finally have to raise my hand in surrender. “ Okay. Okay. I think that’s all I can learn about Earth today.”

“There are much more to learn!” Cora chirps as she gingerly snatches a slice of grilled gresk from the fire. “Later I will tell about ‘ bake shops ’, ‘ cell phones’ , ‘ coffee shops’ and ‘ submarines’ . And maybe ‘ loyalty cards’ . I are sure you like, Sprisk.”

“ Loiltykars is my favorite,” I state, overwhelmed. “It is very… um… special.”

Cora takes a swig of water. “It is very. I see is dark now. Come.” She gets up, takes my hand, and pulls me to my feet. “I want see.”

She leads me to the furthest part of the ring of mushrooms, making us cross the creek to get there. “What you see?”

I look at the mushrooms with their pale glow of light. “They’ve grown.”

“That. How big is?” She points.

I measure with my forearm. “Elbow to… two thumb’s widths behind the first row of knuckles.”

“Is how you say how big is?” Cora ask, confounded. “Using arm?”

“That’s how we measure these small lengths,” I tell her. “It’s accurate for most men.”

“Is so strange! Look. I bring.” She produces one of the strings she’s made, places one end at the edge of the mushroom’s cap, and stretches it over to the other side. “Now just…” She has a piece of charcoal and makes a mark on the white string.

She stretches the string out in front of me. “This long. From end to here. Tomorrow we see if bigger. Is the mushroom with one twig on here and one here.” She places small twigs to make sure we can find this exact mushroom tomorrow, and then we walk back to the campfire.

“Why do we need to know?” I ask as I sit down. “All the trees and the bushes and the plants grow. We don’t measure them.”

“Mushrooms grow fast,” Cora says. “I want know how fast. Can sit?”

“Um… yes?” I don’t know what she means. Of course she can sit down.

“Can sit there?” She points to my lap.

“Oh!” I rearrange myself so she can sit on me. “Come here.”

She sits down sideways on my lap, feeling light and warm. Lifting her, I readjust her to bring her closer and so that my now stiff cock has some room between her thighs.

She notices and lightly strokes across the bulge with one hand. “Always ready.”

“Always when Cora is near,” I admit. “Otherwise, not so ready.”

“Mhm.” She strokes her whole hand over my chest, making a wide rainbow that fades right away. “I like your skin.”

I touch her upper chest with two fingers. “And I like yours. But not that you hide it.”

“Oh.” She quickly discards the new, white garment that hid her breasts. “How is that?”

I cup one soft orb. “Incredible.”

She puts one hand behind my neck. “I’m down here.” She opens her lips in a way that I can’t misunderstand.

I bend down so I can kiss her, grazing her lips with mine. I hear her breath catch in her throat as I lick her lower lip, enjoying the smoothness and the warmth of her breath. I part her lips with my tongue and our lips meet.

C ora discards the rest of her clothes and slides one leg over mine. She turns to me fully. “If so hard, we should use.”

A hard pulse of heat goes through me and makes my already hard cock strain even more. “We should.”

Without any more preparation, Cora grabs hold of my rod and places it at her entrance. I can’t see how the tip splits her little slit, but I feel it with an intensity that makes me gasp.

“Woman…” I groan as Cora slowly takes the length of my cock inside her.

“Unicorn,” she moans right back as I fill her up.

She’s tight and warm around me. She whimpers every time I twitch inside her, making my rod swell for a moment.

It feels incredible. Cora’s face is turned up, her eyes narrow slits, her mouth half open. The flickering campfire lights her up, and her smooth skin shines.

I place a hand under her hip, so that I can help lift her. being all the way inside her feels wonderful, but movement feels even better.

She leans forwards, and I help take her weight on my hands. “ Fuk mi,” she pleads in her own language.