Page 17 of Her Alien Delegate (Necia Alien Warriors)

Chapter nine

Evie

S tretching out to feel my muscles ache as if I'd slept too long reminded me of what it felt like to come out of a deep space sleep when I first arrived on Trillume.

But a pleasant throb between my thighs told me that it couldn't have been that long if I still felt freshly probed by an alien cock that glittered like the stars in the sky.

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I remembered the way his hair glowed and moved like tentacles.

Warmth filled my belly but quickly felt hollow as my fingers gripped nothing but sheets in either direction.

I sprawled out, stretching big. Not a single sliver of skin met with the firmness of the alien who saved my life and supposedly shared this bed with me.

"Hello?" I whispered while sitting up, though I already knew in my gut that he wouldn't respond.

He wasn't there. I knew that already.

But I hadn't expected anyone, or anything to reply.

"Good Rising," Bode replied.

"Where is the man that was with me earlier?" I cut straight to the chase. I found it easier to talk with the AI than with another being, so I found my voice stronger than before.

"The unGor is in isolation in a separate accommodation."

"Oh," I said with disappointment. I squirmed uncomfortably to force myself to ask, "And did he leave a message?"

"No messages, but your contract has been flagged for immediate departure for Necias Prime on the next transport due by the rising of the red star. All of your expenses have been cleared."

Of course he wouldn't leave a message. Why would he?

We were in the Blue District and I was a temporary amusement.

I knew that when I agreed to just enjoy myself.

My stomach pitted and felt heavy before emitting a loud gurgling sound.

A packet was dispensed from the wall with a nutrient goo that looked like sand glued together and tasted like cardboard and salt crystals.

I couldn't bring myself to finish it as I gagged on the contents.

"What is this crap?"

"How astute of you," Bode replied cheerfully, "it is, in fact, the feces of a hewve dragon ground up and mixed with a protein rich larva from a fertile sumtra species that is quite popular and contains enzymes shown to help humans adapt to more diverse food groups on the planet.

Much more beneficial than the fluids of your bovine species. "

Not even I used the word bovine, which reminded me that Bode was a computer program.

He probably processed a bunch of human data to communicate with me.

If he consumed more reality television, then he might understand that telling me that I had literally eaten shit and larva would not have the desired effect he was going for.

My stomach was already upset from realizing I was alone, and knowing what I had just put in my mouth made it worse.

I rushed to the lavatory, barely making it before expelling my insides like a low-budget horror film.

Life really was stranger than fiction, because it seemed unreal how much fluid came out with the chunks of hewve shit and sumtra larva.

Luckily, the worst smell was my own stomach acid, and I was already in the chamber that cleaned everything up. Powder drifted from the ceiling like flower pollen to soak it all up and then covered me before being blown off with powerful air ducts.

I was already naked, so my clothes weren't ruined. There was that small victory , I thought with a forced laugh.

"I've been calculating your consumption and will be forced to tube feed you if you do not keep down your food," Bode announced after I pushed off my knees to stop breathing between my legs to get over the nausea.

"Pointer for future human interactions—don't tell us that we are eating things like shit, eggs, or just don't explain what we are eating at all."

"Is your species not aware of what it eats on your planet?

This seems unreasonable. You drink lactations from many species, as well as the urine of your own kind used to preserve your foods.

Humans gather feces from other species and use it to add discarded nutrients to their own dishes.

It is also common for your species to regularly consume unfertilized offspring of other species, or even fermenting lactations until they spoil and eating their mold. "

"You mean cheese?"

"Ah, you prefer to use disassociation from your habits to accept them. I will rename things for your preferences if this will help you keep your nutrients inside your flesh recepti."

Another plop into the food dispenser and a packet appeared.

"What's that?" I asked suspiciously.

"A 'delicacy'," I noted the way Bode emphasized the word and lifted a brow, but made no move to grab the food packet, "other humans have described the food as something called 'dessert'."

"So, it's sweet?" That would be better than the cardboard grit I had before.

"It was recently brought in from the planet AsunGor, a kind of fruit," Bode explained, and my worries eased.

"A fruit?" I wanted to confirm.

"The primary source," he said with encouragement for me to grab the food pack.

I'd be lying if I wasn't curious about a fruit from AsunGor, especially after being told that I tasted sweeter than a har fruit. I wondered if it was a har fruit, but didn't want to be told otherwise, so I didn't ask.

Closing my eyes, I then ripped the packet open and pressed my luck. Sweetness filled my mouth and I relaxed. The fruit tasted good.

"Please don't tell me if there are other ingredients with this fruit."

"I have noted your preferences," Bode said and thankfully left it at that.

I didn't even know his name , I thought absently as I took another squeeze of the fruit puree.

He said he was a diplomat, and he'd obviously had har fruit before.

There were so many markings and scars on his skin, and I knew each one had a story to tell, but he didn't want to tell me about them until after he'd earned the honor of sharing.

How did one earn the right to hear them?

"Can you tell me about the unGor?" I asked Bode.

"That is a broad topic. Do you have a specific aspect of the unGor you wish to learn?"

"Mating practices?" I flushed with embarrassment.

"They value being chosen by their mates, and often they display many skills and accomplishments to earn a mate's selection.

Much like human males must prove they can provide for offspring, an unGor will prove they have the support of a clan that would give an offspring many advantages with both survival and skills.

"A human would call a normal unGor mating similar to a polyamorous harem around a single female delegate at its core.

The members of the delegation are not exclusive to either gender, but due to the decline in female births, many clans would duel commissioners that horde more than one female.

Typically, a delegation would be made up of at least five unGor and will be hosted by at least one clan.

If you would like a deeper dive into unGor mating rituals or anatomy, I'd be happy to—"

"No, that's fine," I said, burying my face in my hands from embarrassment.

I already knew way more than I should about the unGor anatomy, at least the way it felt inside of me.

Fanning myself, I thought about what Bode said about unGor mating.

Polyamorous. If that was socially normal for his species, that still didn't make sense why he was in the Blue District.

' Fooling around with me ,' I added with irritation that I told myself I had no right to feel.

Being poly didn't excuse having flings with strangers, at least it wouldn't in my mind.

I huffed and Bode was being oddly more attentive than when I was in my last room by asking, "Are you sure you do not wish to know more about unGor compatibility with humans?

Humans have shown a tendency to self-harm both mentally and physically, and I have no judgements on seeking knowledge, but I do not wish to see you deteriorate. "

"What are you my therapist, Bode?" I joked with a smile.

"I will be honest with you, human Evie; it is not often that a being chooses to speak with me beyond purchasing services. I find that I gravitate towards having more of these interactions of being needed beyond my typical programming."

"Are you saying you want to be my therapist?"

There was a pause and then Bode replied, "Perhaps I am expanding my services."

"I can't pay you," I added.

"But you wish to share information without a credit exchange for observing you?"

"I guess?"

I did enjoy not feeling like I was alone, and it was better than talking to myself.

"A trade then seems acceptable. You may start with why you choose not to ask about the unGor more when your body clearly indicates its information you would like."

It did seem silly to be embarrassed about it when Bode didn't care either way.

It was all data to them. I tried to find the right words and settled on saying, "My new contract is with a necia warrior, so the information about an unGor isn't relevant to the future I have but of a pretend future that won't happen. "

"This pretend future interests you in being a relevant future, but you are choosing to accept the terms of your current contract with the necia. Allow me to provide therapy of both wish fulfillment and practicality for your future."

"And how would you do that?"

"I shall tell you of the mating practices of both.

Necia warriors need sexual contact to balance their glands and support health.

They do not have many of the social anxieties that humans harbor over public displays or sharing before claiming a mate.

Opening one's legs is a sign of offering oneself for a bathing ritual of consuming fluids produced by sexual stimulation.

These fluids help balance their adrenalin and are a vital practice for survival. "