“I’m okay, really.” I relax my jaw and lean back, realizing that I’ve let my anxiety get the better of me. “Where were you?”
“I didn’t think you’d wake up before I returned. I was just collecting torun right outside the door. I would never leave you unprotected—never.”
Kitaico sets his jaw, letting his hands fall from my face to my sides as he pulls me closer.
The warmth coming from his slick skin is surprising, and I can’t help but cuddle myself into him.
I’m lost in the sensation of skin on skin. The second his restrained tentacles begin to wiggle at my sides, I’m snapped from the momentary daze.
I step back, much to Kitaico’s disappointment. The loss of his body heat is jarring.
I shouldn’t give him the wrong idea though, right?
Hell, I don’t want to give my own body any ideas, despite how nice he feels.
And that’s probably for the best because my jump off the bed has agitated my already angry vag. My thighs chafe against the raw skin between my legs when I walk.
“You’re still injured. Don’t move,” he says.
Before I can parse what’s happening, he’s carefully lifting me off the ground and cradling me in his arms.
“I’m perfectly fine to walk—put me down, Kitaico!” I yelp, batting at his chest.
Only when we return to the bed does he gently lay me on my back.
“Stay there,” he says, going back to his curtain-covered stores.
He returns with the shell of salve from earlier, and I reach for the medicine.
But Kitaico pulls it back.
“If you’ll allow me, I’d like to ensure you aren’t getting an infection. I don’t know if you’re more susceptible to the environment here than I am.”
I raise my brows, realizing that he’s asking me to put my rug-burnt pussy on display.
“Kitaico, really, it’s not that bad—”
“I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” He frowns.
Despite my all-consuming embarrassment at the idea of him slathering my pussy in medicine, I also know that he’s probably right. I really have no idea how my human body will react to this new environment.
“Fine,” I tell him. I part my legs and give him the access he wants.
I stare at him as his camouflage ripples and his breath catches slightly in his throat.
“Leeenuh, this must be incredibly painful…I’m so sorry,” he mutters.
“It’s probably not as bad as it looks.”
“Will you allow me to apply the salve? I fear you might miss something if you do it yourself again. The coverage doesn’t seem very even. The skin where it was applied properly seems to fare much better than the rest."
He wants to touch my pussy.
“You want to touch me…here?” I ask him, my cheeks ablaze as I point to my crotch.
“Just to apply the medicine thoroughly, I promise to be respectful, as your mate should be,” he says seriously, rolling his shoulders back.
Sure, he’s seen it already—and to be honest, he’s probably right about the whole infection deal.
“Fine,” I mutter in defeat.
A major thing that the Deenz, my abductors, taught me is not to expect kindness. I’m lucky that I’ve ended up here with Kitaico. He’s light-years better than my former captors. I shouldn’t complain, some girls had it way worse. I didn’t even have to participate in some of the seedier activities—mostly just bubble dancing and serving drinks for the high-paying aliens.
Is it weird that I feel lucky to be here?
It always shocked me to see how many of us human gals were abducted by the Deenz…did anyone know the truth about where we ended up?
Are any of us on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries yet?
I focus on the ceiling as I wait for Kitaico to do what needs to be done. Another trick I’ve picked up since being a bubble babe? An unhealthy ability to disassociate.
But try as I might, I can’t ignore his hands. Slowly and intentionally, his fingers make contact with the smooth skin where my thigh and pussy connect.
My breathes hitches, and his fingers twitch over my lips.
His fingertips are slick with the salve as he prods closer to my center. The pain of my irritated skin slips to the back of my mind as he ignites the pleasurable nerves of my sex.
“The skin you covered properly is already looking so much better. I will be thorough in my application to your cunt, Leeenuh,” He slides his fingers between my inner and outer labia, and my hips buck slightly.
