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Perhaps tomorrow the sun will shine and I can bask a bit then hike up the side of the steep canyon. Then what? Will more Earth females attack me? Bid on me? Force me to mate with them? I know nothing of the rules here.

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I fell asleep and slept hard. It’s dark outside and the fire is blazing. Lumina must have crawled over me to get to the wood and stoked the fire without disturbing me. I’m logy, my thoughts sluggish, possibly approaching torpor.

She’s sleeping as far from me as the blanket will allow.

My traitorous mind flashes me reminders of how warm I was with her last night. Between her delicious body heat and her plush body, it was as if there was a furnace burning inside me, warming me from within, just like warmbloods must feel every minute of every day.

I’ve been in torpor before. On planet Pythian after I saved Zorn’s life, I couldn’t get warm.

Luckily our platoon was there. They nursed us back to health.

Would Lumina? Would Lumina nurse me back to health if I slipped into torpor?

My eyes dip in shame when I realize I wouldn’t if I were her.

I’d let me die. She finds me as despicable as I find her.

I need her warmth and, assuming she won’t offer it, I need to take it.

After pulling off the hoodie and t-shirt she loaned me, I slide behind her, tuck the blanket around us, and slip my hands under her shirt along her back. It’s all I can do to stifle my moan of relief. Her skin is like a heater. My hands are like ice.

When she doesn’t rouse, I gently pull her shirt up as far as I can without waking her and snuggle against her. My chest rides her back, my hands splay across her belly.

I don’t like her. She taught me the right words earlier today. I find her a bitch and want to tell her ‘fuck you’.

I’d be lying, though, if I said I didn’t want to fuck her.

My cocks should be the last place in my body that my brain allocates its precious supply of blood.

But my mind must be addled—my two engorged cocks are a firm testament to the fact that a great deal of my blood supply has been sent south of my waist.

“What?” In one second, Lumina went from deeply asleep to wide awake and full of anger. Her voice is deep and growly as she says, “You can’t just take what you want, Zoriss. You can’t touch me without my permission.”

Right, but you condone stealing me from my planet and selling me to the highest bidder. Hypocrite.

“Roll over. Go to your side of the bed,” she demands.

How do I communicate that I can’t? If I do, I’ll die. She’s an animal doctor. She has to understand this.

I nudge her to get her to roll toward me, then grab her palm and place it on my forehead. Her eyes flare open. She understands.

“You’re too cold,” she says. It’s not a question.

I nod.

“You need my heat.”

I nod solemnly.

“Okay. This time there will be rules. Break a rule and I won’t help you again. Got it?”

I nod.

“From here to here?” She indicates the top and bottom of her breasts. “That’s the no-go zone.”

I nod.

“My panties? No-go.”

I continue to nod.

“Nothing sexual, Zoriss. Nothing. Say okay.”

“Okay.”

After she pulls off her t-shirt and pants and presents her back to me, I scoot next to her and can’t suppress my moan of pleasure at being so close to her internal furnace.

My cocks are hard as metal against her thighs. As despicable as I find her, they’re enamored. I vow to keep them under control tonight.

Lumina

I’m no herpetologist, but I went through a reptile rotation and have treated pet frogs, snakes, and chameleons in my career. Zoriss is far too cold. I couldn’t say no to his request to use my body heat, although his request could have been a bit more courteous.

There isn’t an inch of space between us. Even his cheek is pressed against my neck, trying to garner a bit of warmth there.

But it’s the cocks drumming against the backs of my thighs that gather my attention. I can picture them, pulsing and blue, against my pale flesh. Although I try to shove that thought out of my mind, it just hangs there, flashing like a neon sign. Traitor, I accuse myself.

My nipples prick into hard points, aching to feel the press of his palms which are only inches away.

I try to command my body to stand down even as I feel my core lubricating, readying itself for a delicious invasion like it experienced last night.

His body stiffens as he sniffs once. Although it wasn’t accompanied by words, it’s as if he just spoke a paragraph of condescension, criticism, and contempt.

“I can’t help it, you know. I’m sure you can smell me. It’s a reflex reaction. Don’t act so high and mighty, Draalian. It’s not as though I can’t feel not one but two cocks hammering against my thighs.”

He grunts in acknowledgment.

My nipples ache for his attention, my core is desperate to be filled again. My mind flashes me pictures of last night, hinting how much it wants a replay.

I have an internal debate, but it doesn’t last long. I admit to myself that if he asked, I’d agree in a heartbeat. I’m not proud of it, but it’s true. One thing I won’t do, however, is ask for it. That’s a line I will not cross.

It’s so quiet in here. Just the snapping fire and our breathing. He’s not asleep, his breathing is too rapid and his body is too fidgety. And those cocks. I don’t think a male could go to sleep with his cocks pulsing so hard.

I read once that the old technique of deciding something by coin toss proved only one thing. When the coin was flipped and in the air, you discovered what you really wanted by paying attention to what you wished for.

If I tossed a coin right now, what would I wish for? It wouldn’t be for him to fall asleep right now. No, I’d want his hand to start ranging up and down the front of my body. From one ‘no-go zone’ to another.

Zoriss

There are those on my planet who deny evolution, but I don’t. I know Draalians advanced from lesser animals, but I hate when those vestigial aspects of myself make themselves known.

Like right this moment. My animalistic self is craving the female whose body is pressed to every inch of my front.

My face is lodged against her neck, her springy curls tickling my neck. Instead of irritating me, I find it arousing. My hands are splayed on her belly and itch to violate her no-go zones.

Her scent is powerful. She’s emitting her arousal as though there’s a bellows between her legs specifically designed to beckon me.

What harm would it do to replay what we did last night? Her body signals its readiness. Mine is certainly willing and able.

Would I be a traitor to my race, to my very principles if I partake of the bounty set before me? Or would I be following in the footsteps of every marauding army from days of yore who took the spoils of war?

This is war, I make no secret of it. After all I’ve been through, those months on that vessel, paralyzed and in mental agony. Don’t I deserve to quench my need in her channel?

I’d never force her. Never. But if she’s willing? So am I.

My hand rubs her abdomen, not just staying within the lines she delineated but respecting large margins. I avoid the forbidden zones by inches.

Her muscles tighten for a moment, then I feel her relax. I’ve just begun my plan of attack, but her reaction tells me I’ve all but won the war.

Her breathing is louder, faster. Her scent bursts in the frigid air of the dim cave. I won’t violate her boundaries, though. I have to wait for an invitation. Even I am not that shamispah .

I lick the fragile column of her neck, then flick my tongue into the shell of her fascinating human ear just as she did to me yesterday.

It affects her mightily as she gasps in surprised pleasure.

I breathe in through my nose, ignoring the blatant smell of her arousal, focusing instead on the smell of her breath and skin.

Her hips thrust almost imperceptibly. I’m certain she didn’t want me to catch the movement, but I did. It signals her interest. Her mind might not want me, but her body does.

My respectful assault continues for long minutes as I ramp up her arousal. She’s squirming under my hands as I keep them compliantly within her designated lines. I’m a captain in the planetary army. I vow to outwait her. She has to ask.

Finally, after wiggling against my cocks and writhing to trick me into palming her breast, all to no avail, she breaks the silence.

“I changed my mind, Draalian. Touch me however you wish.”