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.
