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“This calls for another brownie while they’re still warm,” she announces as I attack the first non-liquid nourishment I’ve had in months. After she rises to slide another brownie from the pan, she cocks her head and asks, “From your hasty trip to the sink, I assume you don’t want seconds?”
“I’ll pass. The meat is delicious, thank you.” I don’t mention that anything would taste heavenly after going this long without solid food, well, except for the brownie.
I was too busy spitting out my brownie to see her eat her first one.
Now I watch as she takes her first bite.
She looks at the brown food—I understand the name now—as if it’s a lover, then fills her fork with a perfect square and moves it to her mouth.
The tip of her little pink tongue flicks out to touch it, then the whole bite slides into her mouth.
Her eyes drift closed as she chews, like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted. Her head cants back an inch as she makes the quietest moan of enjoyment.
What is she doing? I don’t understand this female.
One minute she is terrified I’ll attack her and now she’s .
. . moaning in the presence of a male? I’ve never been with a female, but this is not the behavior I would expect from someone who finds me repulsive.
Perhaps this is normal behavior on Earth.
She dishes up her next bite, opens her mouth, and nibbles a piece off the end of the brown square.
My half-eaten meat is forgotten. I can’t tear my eyes from the action.
Now that I’m over my initial shock, I decide this is better than the best vid I’ve ever watched.
Compelling. I can’t wait to see her next move.
My cocks are hard. I don’t quite understand why, moments after being freed from a cage subsequent to being abducted and hauled across the galaxy like livestock, my body is preparing to mount my captor, but that seems to be my response.
At her next nibble, when that delightful tongue which is so different from mine licks her fork, I actually squirm in my chair and can’t contain the quiet hiss that escapes my throat.
Her eyes dart to me, then race away. She seems startled, like she forgot I was here. A moment later, they drift back to me. Her awareness is heightened. She might not have been conscious of how her actions affected me before, but I’m pretty sure she knows I’m aroused now.
“This brownie is delicious.” Her words are innocent as she over-enunciates the last three syllables, but her voice is deep, low, rough.
“It looks delicious.” I’m not looking at the brownie, though. I’m looking at those plump, pink alien lips.
Now that she knows she’s caught my attention, she’s eating differently than before. Her bites are smaller, and her enjoyment is more dramatic—accompanied by frequent moans.
I grunt, unable to contain it. My cocks are straining against the fly of my pants. If I was alone, I’d be rubbing myself to completion right this moment, but I sit glued to the spot, watching the sexiest vid of my life. Only this is real. And it’s taking place three feet away from me.
She takes the last bite, swirling it around in her mouth as if it were a sip of expensive wine.
After she swallows, the tip of her tongue peeks out and licks first her top lip, then the bottom.
Then she spears me with a look so sensual, so full of heat it’s as if her hand is gripping my primary cock.
Then I feel it, the telltale twinge of my internal testicles signaling my imminent release. I rise from my seat and run to the bathroom. Barely getting there in time to spurt into the toilet with a hiss loud enough to be heard back on Draal.
Leaning one hand against the wall over the toilet, every muscle in my body goes limp as I wonder how that just happened. I don’t recall ever coming without touching myself before.
I’m a captain in the Draalian army. Discipline and self-control define who I am and who I’ve been for fifteen years. The human doesn’t even appeal to me. She finds me repulsive.
It makes sense, though, that my cocks would be hard for her; I’ve never been around a female who wasn’t a relative. The few females who are still being born on Draal are cloistered and protected.
Any normal male who’d never been within ten feet of a female before would be ready to rut their worst enemy under these circumstances.
Add to it the way she slipped her delicate pink tongue over her full lips, the flirty smile, the heated glances?
And don’t even mention her sounds of pleasure.
My behavior makes perfect sense. I’m just a normal Draalian male.
Although she was spawned by the devil incarnate, Annora seems like a nice female.
She’s never been around a male—ever. The download I received said the few elderly males still living on her planet are in armed barracks for their own protection from the virus.
Perhaps she, just like me, is reacting to being within ten feet of someone of the opposite sex for the first time in her life. Even one she doesn’t find attractive.
I have to admit that whatever caused it, I wouldn’t mind if it happened again. Only next time perhaps she could participate more fully. As I imagine her hand with its soft pink fingers gripping one, or both, of my blue cocks, they respond to my fantasy.
“Don’t forget she’s the enemy,” I whisper to myself in the mirror, then jam my cocks in my pants and stride back into the kitchen.
She’s still sitting at the table, looking interested. Her brow is cocked in question. I don’t respond. We both know what just happened. I have no need to talk about it, nor to cover it up.
“It looks like maybe you like brownies after all,” she tosses her head and smiles.
“I think I’m developing a taste for them. Yes.”
“Zorn,” she says as she holds my gaze for the first time since she was pushed through the front door. “Carpe diem!”
Her face is alive with happiness, although I have no idea what she just said.
“That means seize the day in an antique, dusty language. Let’s do it, Zorn.
This whole situation sucks. Neither of us can leave, but we can choose to make it better.
I don’t want to worry you’re going to kill me in my sleep.
And I don’t want you to worry that I’ll feed you my dog or take away your bathroom privileges or lock you in a cage.
“Let’s figure out a way to do this without killing each other. No. Better than that, let’s figure out a way to have fun for thirty days. When was the last time you had a vacation?”
“I’d just returned to Draal the day I was stolen. Prior to that, it was five years.”
“It’s been a while for me, too. How about this?
You teach me Draalian games, I’ll teach you some from Earth.
You teach me how to cook some foods you like to eat, and I’ll show you some of mine.
I promise not even one dish will contain a family pet.
” She smiles and winks at me. “We’ll have a staycation. ”
Although I don’t know what a staycation is, I do know that her features aren’t pinched anymore, and she seems excited about it. If she’s happy, perhaps she’ll be distracted enough for me to escape.
“Staycation it is!”
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