29. Vanessa

Chapter 29

Five orgasms in one day were about twenty billion times the number I'd had in the last year. My ex had been into his own pleasure more than mine. Actually, I wasn't sure he'd ever cared about mine, which was one of the many reasons I'd left him.

We eventually dried and dressed in the clean clothing Aizor brought, then walked back up to the surface. Sunlight greeted us, along with some of his clan members who needed one thing or another from him.

Since he was busy, I gave him a smile and a stroke down his arm and walked over to the dining area for a snack. I was curious to see how accommodating the crystal gods might be in their effort to please me. They wanted me to stay, and while I wouldn't take advantage of that, I wasn't above making sure I could enjoy some of the comforts of home.

My request for pizza resulted in something that not only didn't resemble pizza, but it also didn't taste like it either. When I suggested a redo of my gel toenails, I was met with silence.

The crystal countertop did, however, produce some food for my chall friend, Franklin, and I went looking for him, finding him lounging in the sunshine partway down the trail leading away from the village. He gobbled up what I gave him while I stroked his spine, and I was rewarded when he purred.

"You're just a big old sweetie, aren't you?" I crooned.

"I am," Aizor said from behind me.

I spun, nearly toppling over, and he scooped me up in his arms.

"My mate's unsteady," he said.

"You surprised me."

"A good surprise, I hope."

"The best." I couldn't resist kissing him, but when he made it clear with his roaming hands that he wouldn't mind taking this further, I eased away. "Your cock is amazing."

"Very much so," he said with a smirk.

"What you do with your cock is equally amazing."

His smile only grew, along with the smug look in his gorgeous eyes. He had me, and he knew it. "I completely agree."

"But it's big."

"Well noted."

"My body needs a little time to recover after the latest bout in the pools."

"Ah." He nodded sagely. "I have a cure for that, my pretty mate." With that, he took me back to the village and inside his crystal home, where he laid me on the lush furs.

"I'm not sure you understand," I said.

"Oh, I do, my mate." He lifted a container about the size of his hand. "I hold the cure here."

And beneath his loincloth, no doubt.

I decided to see what he considered a cure.

He opened the top and scooped out a walnut-sized lump of creamy goo. Before I could comment on its bright purple color, he'd flipped up my tunic, latched my legs on his shoulders, and began slathering it between my legs. When he slid a few coated fingers inside me, my moan ripped through the room. He looked up, his grin even bigger. Damn sexy alien. No one should look this cute. It was bad for my heart.

"How do you feel now, precious one?" he drawled.

The cream made my skin tingle, and it warmed as he slid his fingers in and out of me. The slight sting that had made walking interesting earlier melted away, replaced by pure lust.

"You're bad," I groaned, thrusting my hips up to meet his fingers. "Very naughty."

"But it's helping, isn't it?" He eased my legs down and removed my tunic. Then he climbed over me, his fingers buried once more inside me. His thumb found my clit while his tongue entangled with mine.

He kissed me and stroked me until my orgasm shot through me. Chock that up for number six in one day.

He held me after, and despite his engorged cock, he didn't press me for more. I throbbed between my legs, but already, his magical cream was performing miracles. The sting had faded, and I no longer felt chafed.

When I woke after napping, I stretched, luxuriating in the heady feel of fur against my naked skin. Every part of me down south felt normal, and I suspected it was solely due to the cream.

I dressed and went outside, finding Jessia sitting in her chair near the unlit fire, two little boys perched on the ground by her feet, staring up at her raptly. When I walked over to join them, she smiled my way.

"You spoke of sharing tales from your people," she said. "I'd love to hear one if you have time."

The boys wiggling around in excitement was all the incentive I needed. I perched my butt on one of the big rocks encircling the firepit and told them about a lion cub named Simba.

My story was a hit. Even Jessia giving me a tusky grin after.

"Will you tell us another?" Trevar asked. I'd worked my way to the ground, and he'd crawled onto my lap while I acted out parts with a grim voice for the villain, plus a higher pitched one for Nala.

"Tonight," I said, easing him aside. "For now, I need to see how I can incorporate my old job into my new life here."

"Job," Jessia asked. "You mean a task like hunting or . . .?"

When crystal gods took care of most of your needs, who needed to work? There wasn't a store where I could buy things even if I had money, something I suspected the Zuldruxians would find as odd a concept as a big box store.

"The pizza the gods offered needs work," I said. "And I've yet to be served bread, biscuits, or a roll."

Her head tilted. "Rolling what?"

"Exactly."

"We sometimes roll down the hill," Trevar chimed in. "It's fun."

"I want to do that with you."

"You do?" he breathed. "You're not a youngling."

"At heart I am. At heart." I grinned. He was incredibly cute. Everything was cute here, even Franklin who was watching from behind me and Aizor's home. Did he think I didn't see him there? "I can't expect your gods to deliver everything I need," I told Jessia.

"Our needs are few." She laughed. "We are well cared for, however."

"Other than . . ." Funny how I hadn't seen any other abominables since I'd arrived, yet one attacked me. I peered toward the woods as if I expected to see one come roaring out of the bushes on cue, but the world around me remained calm and serene. "Are thereanythreats here?"

"Of course." Jessia looked toward the boys, and I assumed she didn't want to get them worked up. "We have guards. They alert us if anything concerning comes near. And more often, they . . . frighten it away."

Kill it? I guess that beat being killed yourself.

"What do you plan on making in the dining area?" she asked, changing the subject. "We have plenty of dried bribard."

"That wasn't quite what I had in mind. I was a cook where I came from."

"You prepared food. We do this with meat, something the gods don't favor."

"My specialty was sweets, though I didn't have much call to make more than pies and cake back at the diner."

"What is a sweet?" Trevar chimed in to ask.

"Candy. Ice cream. That sort of thing. Like the branches of the trees on your godly island."

"The gods in the dining area haven't given us anything like that," Trevar's brother, Brulon said, getting to his feet.

"Maybe you'd like to help me?" I said, ruffling his hair. "Then you can eat what we make."

Trevar jumped to his feet. "Me too."

"Let's go see what the gods can offer for ingredients."

With the boys trailing behind me like I was the Pied Piper with a perfectly tuned flute, I walked over to the dining building and went inside.

At the counter, I wasn't sure how to handle this. Aizor said the gods didn't spy on us, but they must've heard me lamenting about the loss of pancakes in my life. I hadn't asked them to make them for me.

"Hey, crystal gods," I said as I stood in front of the counter. "I want to make chocolate chip cookies." I knew many recipes by heart, so I listed the ingredients, using the measurements from back on Earth, unsure how this would work out.

Miraculously, an empty bowl appeared first, followed by shortening, sugar, and all the rest of the ingredients, conveniently dispensed by the counter in the proper amounts.

The boys clung to the counter, their eyes widening with the presentation of each item.

"How can I bake these babies once they're ready?" I asked them.

Their eyes only widened, and they shrugged.

"I need an oven."

"I believe I can help with that." Aizor strode across the kitchen, coming up to me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. Truly, he was a sweetie. No wonder I was seriously contemplating staying.

He took my hand and led me outside, the boys still following, chattering about cookies and speculating what they'd look like, let alone how they'd taste. Brulon was skeptical while Trevar was excited about the idea—a boy after my own heart.

We walked down the hillside, leaving the small village and crystal homes behind, taking a trail weaving through a long, scruffy stand of purple trees. The trail emptied out in another meadow with a rectangular block built of stone with mortar.

Aizor led me over to it, a sly grin on his face. "I built this for you." He patted the structure and took me to one side with a hinged crystal plate in the center. He unlatched and opened it, revealing a crude oven. The pile of wood nearby should've given it away. "You'll be able to make your peeza here," he said proudly. "You said it's often cooked with a wood fire, and I started thinking . . . I don't know if you can make anything else here, but I wanted you to feel . . . at home."

The boys nodded, suggesting they'd been in on the surprise.

I burst into tears.