Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

VYA

It was like fighting a brick wall. I had no chance. He had me on that suction toilet before I could blink. The end molded to me, covering my bottom openings.

"I don't like this," I said, trying to climb my way up his torso to escape the thing.

However, the wiggling didn't stop the probe to my backside or the suction on my clit. It had finally stopped throbbing, and this thing was starting it up all over again.

My heart started racing in panic at how not-wrong it felt. Why didn't I mind it?

"Make it stop!"

He pinned me with his arms and crushed me to his chest, rocking me as the machine slipped past my defenses and won. It quickly drained me then set me free.

I didn't release my death grip on Khorahn's shoulders, though. And thankfully, he didn't release me, either. He continued to hold me and make soothing sounds, saying things I couldn't understand but desperately wanted to.

Silent tears tracked down my cheeks, and I tried to reconcile how I felt with what was actually happening. Logically, I knew I was acting like a toddler during potty training. Undeniably, it was a weird toilet. But it hadn't hurt me. Did I really think I could hold it all forever? No. I needed to get over the weirdness and adapt. Just like I'd adapted to all the other strange things Khorahn insisted on.

And that was why I was crying. I'd adapted so much already. Just after he'd rescued me, I'd cried and begged him to take me home. Now, though, I was less sure I'd be able to return. I didn't feel like the same person. Would I be able to work like I once had without jumping at every little sound? I felt safe with Khorahn, and the thought of leaving him scared me. And the fact I felt that way made me incredibly sad.

I didn't even know who Vya was anymore.

Khorahn's hand rubbed down my back again and again until my breathing returned to normal and my shaking stopped.

"I hate your toilet. It's invasive and borderline cruel. But it didn't hurt, and I'll try to do better next time." I didn't say it for his benefit but for mine. "I just really want to go home."

"But do you?" some part of me whispered.

Khorahn said something low and slow and gave me a little extra squeeze. Without a doubt, he understood very well how much I hadn't liked what had just happened. I lifted my head and looked at the already fading marks on his skin.

"I'm sorry I scratched you."

He patted my shoulder, smoothed a hand over my head, then stepped back and started stripping out of his pants.

"We already did this today," I said without looking away. If he could stare at me all day long like it was no big deal, then I was going to do the same. Like I had during his workout. My core clenched again just thinking about that.

Plus, now that I was in a calmer frame of mind, I was insanely curious about the double baby-makers.

The top one was longer than my middle finger by about half and had a bulge in the top third of its length. It didn't have a head like a human penis, but its rounded end did have a slit. It erectly stood out from his body as soon as his pants were off.

The bottom one was a different story altogether. That one was huge and didn't stand erect. But it still looked semi-hard as it hung down between his legs. And boy, was it pornstar-long with a bulbous head crowning the end of it.

He palmed his top length and motioned for me to turn around.

My gaze flicked to his. I hated that his eyes were all one color. Although I didn't find them creepy, I did wish they looked more human so that I could figure out what he was looking at when we did this make-Vya-sparkle thing.

Sighing, I turned around and lifted my shoulder-length hair out of the way while he liberally coated my backside with dollops of his not-cleanser. The rubbing it in part was my favorite. I let him do this thing, unsurprised when he skipped my crack on the way down.

When his hand settled on my shoulder, I widened my stance a little, already knowing what he intended. The feel of his fingers smoothing the not-cleanser between my cheeks sent a flush through me. Probably because I was still feeling the lingering effects of the suction toilet.

My core clenched at the same time one of his thick digits passed over my recently prodded exit. My face flamed further, not that he seemed to notice. He continued on, oblivious to my thoughts and my misbehaving body.

Turning to let him attend to the front was a relief.

He grabbed his top length again and milked it, causing another rapid-fire explosion of shimmer across my chest and down my torso. I plucked the ruby from my belly button and held it in my hand like he had me do this morning.

He started rubbing the not-cleanser into my clavicles, melting away my tension and creating something else in its place. A need for more. My chest ached by the time he reached it, and my nipples pebbled at the first touch of his fingers.

He noticed.

Oh, did he notice.

He paused his rubbing to roll one nipple between his fingertips gently. It felt amazing, sending an echoing throb between my legs. I swallowed hard, and my breath caught when he released that one and rubbed the other breast. Again my nipple pebbled at his first touch, and he rolled it between his fingers, feeding the growing ache between my legs.

He released the second one before I could tell him to stop and went back to rubbing in the not-cleanser. It didn't matter. The ache was there, and I knew what was coming as he slowly worked his way lower.

My breathing was as erratic as my pulse when his fingers skimmed my pubic hair. I wantonly widened my stance to give him better access.

He said something, smoothing his hand over my hip, before passing my fun zone by and working his way down my legs.

I kind of wanted to pull the white hair from his head, then realized what I was doing. How messed up was I? I had no idea what this wash-and-rub was for, and there I was, horning after the guy. For all I knew, he was old. Or celibate. Or not interested in a human female. Or maybe he really did think I was a pet.

The point was that I didn't know what was happening and needed to keep my hormones in check until I did understand.

He finished my feet, and when he rose, he offered me his hand. I slipped my fingers into his and tried not to think of the empty throb in my core.

Following him to the bench, I waited until he was seated, then hesitated, unsure how he wanted me to sit on him. The fact that I was hoping for another round of face-to-face sitting worried me. Shouldn't the idea of that freak me out?

The lines of what was right and wrong were getting blurry when it came to Khorahn. I wanted to tell myself it was because he was alien and that I couldn't expect him to live by the same rules I had my whole life. But in my gut, I knew that wasn't true. If he were one of those creepy snake dick guys with the hard shells, I would not be okay with lap-sitting. Ever.

Even if they acted like Khorahn? my mind whispered.

And that right there was the key. For whatever reason, I had a different set of rules for the alien before me. Undeniably, he'd done stuff I wasn't okay with. Yet, in the end, I was always…okay with it.

Even now, the idea of straddling his lap didn't upset me. Quite the opposite.

"Is this cuddle time, or are you planning on washing my bits for me again?" I asked bluntly when he made no move to reach for me.

He patted his knees, giving me no indication of which way he wanted me. But I knew what I wanted. It probably wasn't smart, but I was so tired of being afraid and worrying and just wanted to feel good. And when I let him, Khorahn helped me feel that way.

So I swung a leg over his and slid into place facing him.

He blinked at me and spread his knees. My breathing, which had calmed slightly, picked up again in anticipation. However, he didn't reach between us even though his top cock was right there, and I was wide open for another helping of not-cleanser.

I looked at him, wondering what he was waiting for, and noticed tiny striations near the center of his eyes. Excited, I grabbed his face between my hands and leaned in even closer.

"You have irises. And a pupil, I think. It's all the same color. Wow. That is crazy. Here I was, wondering what you were looking at." I smiled at him, holding his gaze. "You're looking right at me."

He didn't move or say anything as I continued to study his eyes. Then his brows. He gripped my waist when I straightened on his lap and started inspecting his ears. The rumbling laugh sound told me I amused him instead of offending him, which was a good thing since I didn't want to stop.

His ears were crazy soft and flicked like a cat's when I touched them. I grinned and kept going, figuring he would tell me to cut it out if he didn't like it. He didn't seem to mind, though, as I gently explored each one. They were more pliable than mine but still felt like cartilage.

He truly was interesting.

And handsome. I'd noticed when he'd been working out in his crazy gym. Something about a guy doing inverted push-ups did things to a girl.

Settling back on his thighs, I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his arms, unable to deny he had an incredible physique.

My gaze drifted from his arms to his abs, then lower. I leaned back a little farther and hesitantly gestured at his groin.

"Where I'm from, we only have one," I said, holding up a finger. "Not two." I shook my head for emphasis.

He looked from my fingers to his dual babymakers, his brows lifting. Then he grinned at me.

"It's really not that funny. Although, I guess we could turn the tables. What if your females only had one breast, and here I am with two? Come to think of it, you haven't freaked out at all about the way I look. I have to be just as alien to you as you are to me."

He smoothed his hand down my arm in that reassuring way he had, oblivious to my line of thinking.

Steam continued to fill the room, relaxing me. Eventually, I moved closer to lean against him. The skin-to-skin contact just felt so amazing.

One hand continually stroked down my back, lulling me so much that I didn't even react when he reached between us.

A rapid succession of not-cleanser hit me right between my splayed legs. The small sound that escaped me was half-shock and half-moan because some of the hits were landing just right. A moment later, his fingers were there, gently stroking through my folds.

I exhaled heavily and moved slightly so he was touching me more firmly.

"That feels really good," I said softly.

I trailed my fingers over his nippleless pectoral as he worked.

"I bet my nipples are as odd to you as you having none is to me." I lifted my head to look at the blue orbs of his eyes. "Thanks for not being rapey. I don't think I could have lived through that."

His roaming hand nudged my head back to his chest while the other continued to work the shimmer cream into my skin. The slow, methodical circles drove me to distraction. He never went too close to my opening and only brushed over my clit a few times. Just enough to get me going but not nearly enough to deliver the destination.

I almost whined when he withdrew his hand.

Maybe I'd get lucky, and he'd decide I needed another not-shower again later.