5. Just a Little Guy

Pressing my thighs together,I realize my crotch is tight and feels rug burnt. I'm wrapped tightly in the woven blanket from Kitaico's bed. Pushing myself up to my elbows, I try to clear the sleep from my eyes, blinking rapidly, but I'm so confused.

What in the fuck happened last night?

I run my hand through my hair, and flinch. Bringing my palm close to my face, I find a swollen and tender red mark on my skin.

Kitaico…stung me? As I trace delicately around the swirling mark, bits and pieces of last night become clearer. Me reaching for what I thought was a knife, the pain of his sting, and the shocked look of the alien who rescued me.

I remember only a little of what he said, something about a heat and mates? That was all before things got crazy…

Oh god, I tried to jump Kitaico's bones!

My pussy hurts because I gave myself a friction burn after getting myself off when Kitaico pushed me away. How he held me down with his two longer tentacles and grimaced as I scratched the old record.

I'm almost embarrassed to look up when I hear a rustling from the other side of the cave. But I know there's no hiding in his small underwater home. I'm going to have to face him.

I raise my eyes trepidatiously. Kitaico stands about five feet away from his bed. In one hand he holds a shell and in the other he has a large flat seaweed leaf full of slices of something blue and glistening.

When I look at his face, the rest of the night falls into place. He said the word "mate."

"Good morning, Leeenuh!" He smiles broadly, his fangs crest over the top of his full lower lip ever so slightly. But past the bright first impression, I realize something is off.

Kitaico's eyes wear deep eggplant-colored bags. His two longest tentacles coming from his head are lashed tightly against his torso. And strangest of all, my nudist companion is wearing a skirt over his giant alien dick.

My gaze lingers a bit too long on his covered crotch before Kitaico clears his throat. His smile falters as I look up at him.

"We should probably talk," I say, wrapping my arms around myself. I try to focus on the strange bindings he's made himself. The yellow alien's color shifts to match the swirling blue of the waters near the entrance to the cave.

"Oh, these?" He poses. "These are to keep the brothers behaving. They were very…" Kitaico struggles to find the word, closing his eyes as he thinks. "They were very inconsiderate of our situation last night." His eyes shoot open triumphantly as if he's won some prize for knowing exactly what to say.

"They were inconsiderate? You can't control them?" I ask.

I know he can't understand me, but it's so strange to have to play charades when someone is speaking your language. I tap on my chin, scrunching up my face in thought before pointing to my arm and raising up.

"Think to move?" he asks, tilting his head. He's still for a moment as I watch the gears in his head turn.

"Think about moving my foretentacles?" He nods his chin down toward the tightly tied rope around his chest, and his brows knit. "No, my foretentacles think for themselves. Which is one reason I want to apologize for last night. If I did anything you didn't want me to do while unencumbered by my venom, I would ask for your deepest forgiveness."

So, some of his limbs literally have a mind of their own? That's interesting.

"It's okay, Kitaico. Can we just talk about what happened? Everything's kind of fuzzy." I do my best to mime as I talk.

"Your memory is hazy, yes?" He frowns and I nod.

He comes to the bed and sits near me. He hands me the shell, filled with what I assume is freshwater, and sets the leaf of food between us.

"Drink first, you must be thirsty," he says, and I do. He's right, I'm parched. The water cools my dry throat and I down the rest quickly. "Especially after all the moisture you lost last night."

I raise my brows, confused at his meaning as I drink.

"Your cunt was incredibly slick, Leeenuh," he says matter-of-factly.

I spray water from my lips, sputtering the water everywhere, unable to process the words he's just said in any other way.

"Did you choke?" Kitaico's skin rolls a deep gray color as his face switches to one of worry.

Did I choke on my water when the alien mentioned how wet my cunt was?

Yah, ya fucking betcha'.

"Sorry, yeah no, I'm okay!" I hold my hand up as a sign that I'm fine.

His face is one of disbelief, but he continues. "I would be incredibly grateful for your forgiveness, though."

Kitaico stares at his lap as if he's awaiting my answer.

"Of course, there's nothing to forgive…I think maybe if you just explain things to me again." I put my hand on his and smile, hoping I can convey that I'm not angry with him. "Tell me what's happening."

Pointing at the swirled red mark on my other palm. Kitaico looks at my face, then my palm, and plasters a smirk on his lips.

"You're my mate," he whispers.

"Me?" I question, pointing to my chest somewhat incredulously.

"Yes, you, Leeenuh. The Great Mother has given me a beautiful mate before I have even finished the Great Proving. Although she works in ways I do not understand yet, I will be thankful." Kitaico holds his own hand up. He points to a bump under the skin near his wrist. "I know we are not the same species, but we must be similar enough. My mating barb should only appear when a suitable breeding female is near. Even though you can't mark me as your own, I will uphold my end of this mate bond." Kitaico grabs my hand and clasps it over his chest.

"I don't know if I'm ready to be someone's mate…" I mutter as if he can understand me. He might not translate my words, but he must get my sentiment.

"I would never force you to do anything that you do not wish to," he says before placing my hand back into my own lap. His face is so earnest I have no choice but to take him at his word.

Kitaico could have had his way with me last night, and I would have been more than willing.

"So Leeenuh, what is it you want?" he whispers.

I've heard about mates before—they're fairly common in most alien cultures. I've always assumed it's more of a biological response than love. Like the feeling that spurs salmon to spawn. I know it's kind of like a marriage, though, and while I'm sure Kitaico is very nice, I don't think a thirty something tattoo artist from Minneapolis is the girl for him.

My seasonal depression alone can't handle the Minnesota winters. How the fuck am I going to handle living in a cave?

I wish there was some way to convey without words that I think he's a lovely alien, and that I'm so glad that he saved me from what I'm sure would have been a watery grave…but I don't know if I'm ready to procreate with a handsome man I just met.

But there's not. So I ever so ineloquently point to my crotch under the rough blanket and shake my head no.

For the briefest of seconds, I can see the hurt flash behind his eyes. But he morphs it quickly into a broad grin, the one where his fangs are on full display.

"Understood. I shall control myself, and these ruffians"—he nods down to his bound appendages—"during your heats. I hope you will allow me to make you comfortable in between. Even if we are not destined to mate, the Great Mother would want me to ensure your comfort, to protect you. Can we agree on that?" His voice is so damn hopeful that it breaks my heart a little.

When I nod in agreement, he smiles and brings the tray of food up to eye level. He grabs a slice of blue meat between his fingers and holds it up to my mouth.

"Oh, I can do it myself. It's alright," I tell him politely, reaching for a fresh slice.

I jolt when he bats my hand away.

"It's customary that I feed my mate after her first heat. It is very important in my culture to provide for your partner." He puffs his chest out.

Since I'm not having sex with this poor guy, I guess I can at least let him feed me. I part my lips and wait.

Kitaico places one of the blue slices into my mouth, his fingers lingering a bit too long on my lower lip to be some accidental touch. When he pulls his hand away, he stares at me, waiting for my reaction.

I chew, a bit hesitantly at first. But hot damn, does it taste good, even though it's raw. Sushi really wasn't my thing, again with the whole not liking fish, but it's way better than I expected. I don't even have to try to find a polite way to choke it down.

"This is fantastic," I say as I swallow. Whatever it is tastes like citrus and spice.

And before I can get another word, Kitaico is already shoving another piece into my mouth.

"It's skalpin! An apex predator and quite the delicacy. When I checked the security of the nest this morning, I found this little guy peeking around the entrance. He barely knew I was there before I dispatched him."

As my translator chip shows me images of the skalpin, it is the exact opposite of a little guy. The huge dark blue scaled snake almost looks like a water dragon. Its open maw is full of lethal looking teeth and its reptilian eyes dart menacingly as it weaves in and out of the seaweed. It"s gotta be at least as big as Kitaico.

But it's also fucking delicious.

I let him feed me a few more bites, and all the while, he stares at me like a kid at his new puppy. I mean, I don't want him to breed with me, but I could get used to being waited on hand and foot. Finally, when I'm full, I put my hand up to stop him.

"It's so good, but no more!" I tell him, and he smirks, dropping the fish back onto the seaweed.

"It pleases me to see your hunger sated, Leeenuh. Do you mind if I finish the rest?"

I gesture for him to help himself. Kitaico holds the leaf like a funnel against his lips, dropping the remaining hunks of sea dragon into his mouth. His cheeks are full, and he looks at me longingly as he chews.

But just at that moment, other pressing needs arise.

"Um, Kitaico, can I use the facilities?" I point over to the corner where the toilet is.

Kitaico's color changes, and he stands quickly.

"Of course, I'm sorry, I didn't think—go ahead!" He stumbles over his words and backs up enough to let me by.

I push the blanket back, fully intending on making my way over to the weird little water toilet. But when the blanket is gone, the cold air hits my bare pussy. My bodysuit is completely torn from my crotch. I cover it with my hands and look back up at Kitaico. My cheeks are burning with embarrassment.

"Oh, yes, the brothers tore that, didn't they?" As if summoned by their name, they wriggle under their restraints. Kitaico ignores them, and in one swift motion, pulls the woven wrap skirt off his hips and hands it to me.

I grab it quickly, tying it around my waist and thanking him before I realize he's nude again. Despite the pubic tentacles" futile attempts to find purchase, his hard cock remained unyielding.

I stand, making my way to the potty as quickly as I can. Kitaico keeps his back to me, so at least I don't have to stare at his bizarre dick tentacles. But as I do my business, I can't help but think about how good they felt, like a hundred fingers working my pussy at once.

How strong is that venom of his, and how the fuck long until I cycle into heat? These seem like important questions to ask.

I finish and run my hands through the water that streams off the cave wall nearby. I splash some of the cool liquid onto my sore vag. Last night was a blur, but could I have really been that horned up to rub one out this aggressively?

I adjust his woven skirt and walk back over, clearing my throat to let him know I've finished.

When he turns around, I hold my palm up, pointing to what I now know is his species mating mark.

"Kitaico, explain more?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders like I don't understand. I need more details. When will my next heat hit?

Can we do anything to make sure I don't masturbate any more of my skin away?