“It will help,” he assures me.
“Tell me about when you did it.” I run my hands over my inner thighs. The effects of the aphrodisiac make this simple caress feel amazingly erotic. I close my eyes and focus on his voice.
“It is shameful,” he says.
“Tell me,” I say. “Yesterday you said it was shameful to even look at me. We’re making progress.”
“I… I… dreamed of you,” he begins. I wish I could see his face right now. “And when I woke up my cock was so hard, and it was huge. I had never seen it like that. I didn’t know what to do so I rubbed myself until I ejaculated.”
“Poor baby,” I sigh, slowly playing with my own slit, taking it slow, just gathering the juice from my opening and sliding it all over my pussy. “Huge, huh? I’m just curious… What happened in this dream?”
“It’s not important,” he replies.
“I need details,” I tell him.
“Are you doing what I suggested?” he asks.
I groan. Scientist types can be surprisingly thick-headed sometimes. “Of course,” I say. “If you’d just walk me though it. You know, I’ve absolutely never done this before, and I need you to tell me every detail—"
“You are lying! I can hear it in your voice. Are you mocking me, little viki?” he says. I’m not sure I want to ask what that word means.
“Only a little, Kila. See, I’m actually quite familiar with the idea of touching myself.” I laugh a little as I tell him. “You could call me an expert.”
He coughs on the other side of the door. “I see…”
“You want to help me feel better, don’t you baby?” I say, leaning forward to be rid of my bra as well.
“You don’t know how badly I wish I could help you, viki,” he rasps.
“Then do what I say,” I demand. “Tell me about your dream and tell me all about touching yourself… and I want you to take your cock out and touch yourself along with me while you do it.”
He hesitates, and it is quiet on his side. I slide my hands back between my legs and flicker my fingers over my pulsing clit. Just as I am about to lose hope, he starts to speak.
“I dreamed that you were naked, underneath me. I dreamed you were like the female in the mating video we saw, and that I was fucking you.”
I circle my clit as he speaks, letting out a hum of interest. “Mmhm,” I sigh, encouraging him to go on.
“I woke today with a hard cock because of what we did in that dream,” he continues. I work my clit faster, head lolling back against the door. “So I took myself in my hand, thinking of you when I did it. I imagined you screaming my name. And that is when I knew I was truly a Deviant, and that I must have you.”
“God, Kila, that is so hot,” I moan. This man, this warrior, this massive silvery-skinned beast of an alien sounds so innocent I can hardly believe it. I hear a soft groan from him, and the tell-tale sound of skin quickly sliding over skin. “Are you touching yourself now?”
He curses in his language, but it doesn’t translate. I quicken the movements of my fingers and the pleasure blossoms, bringing me up higher, closer to climax. I start to pant a little.
“Yes,” he finally replies, his voice strained. “Great Ka, Ella, I can hear how wet you are…”
I dip my fingers inside myself and wantonly thrust—It isn’t quite what I need to get off, but it makes a gushing noise that I know he can hear. I grin at the sound of his reaction, a choked moan, then return to rubbing my clit just the way I like. I feel so close, the heat of this aphrodisiac making every motion a burst of bliss. I don’t stop myself from letting out every heavy breath and moan, wanting him to hear everything, every little sound I make.
“I’m so close,” I tell him as my pleasure climbs and climbs. My eyes are screwed shut and I picture him pinning me down and fucking me, just as he did in his dream. I bear down on my clit, rubbing so vigorously I’m practically vibrating, until finally, finally, my orgasm hits like a great wave crashing down on me. I cry out as it washes over me, so intense throughout my over-sensitized nerves. This orgasm runs through me for far longer than normal, and I tense up, scratching my nails over the hardwood.
Again, I hear Kila’s cursing, followed by a grunt, and I can only assume he’s coming as well. I slump down, sucking in breath. I’ve slid so far down in the process of masturbating that I’m practically lying flat. The scariest thing is that I’m still horny as hell. At the very least, I feel somewhat sated and perhaps sane again. The part of me that would have gladly taken an axe to this door to get to Kila’s dick is gone.
“Ella,” he says quietly.
“Mmm?” I manage to vocalize, though I don’t have the strength to form words yet.
“If I let go of this door to clean myself up, can I trust you will not sneak attack me like the viki you are?” His voice has a tone of amusement to it. I’m glad he’s pleased with himself, because to be honest, my pussy’s still throbbing.
“Mmhm,” I sigh. I can hardly motivate myself to move let alone plan a sneak attack on a six-foot-five alien. I lay there for a while, resting my eyes and absently caressing myself between my legs. Somehow, in the post-orgasm fog, I fall into deep sleep. That aphrodisiac is no joke, and the force of the it has sapped all the energy from my body, leaving me exhausted enough to curl up naked on my floor.
Sometime later in the night, I become distantly aware that Kila has nudged open the door and found me.
“What is this?” he whispers with a chuckle. I’m wrapped up in his arms and taken to the bed, where he gently arranges me under the covers. I register the darkened outline of his face before I fall back asleep. I feel utterly safe with his warmth beside me. There is something that feels so right about his deep voice speaking to me in the darkness. The last I hear before falling into a deep slumber are the soft words, “Sleep well, my beautiful mate.”
Chapter 12
Kila
I wake up in Ella’s room.
Her bed is high off the ground, and she has made a mountain of pillows upon it. They are all shades of milky white and beige, creating the effect of a massive cloud. Light and airy, it only makes sense that Ella would rest herself here.
A few from her pillow collection have fallen on the floor. I smile, eyes trailing to the space where I discovered her last night, curled up in a little ball. It was for the best that it had gotten so dark, because I could only feel her and make out the silhouette of her body. I quickly tucked her up under her thick squishy blanket and laid down atop it, happy for the fluffy barrier between us. It’s far too dangerous to dwell on the fact that the soft filling of her bed cover is all that separates me from her naked form. All I can see of her now is the mass of dark locks that spill out in waves, the tip of her nose, and black lashes resting against her curved cheeks. Even those small details are enough to stir warmth in my chest.
I truly deserve to be disgraced among my people for the events of last night. It was dangerous to come here, and I have proved Pakka and the rest of my team to be correct—I should be kept locked up. Objectively, I can acknowledge this, but I can’t bear the thought of being away from her.
However, as with anything else, the reality of the situation has dulled my fears. How many times have I heard that Deviant males are dangerous to Kar’Kali females? We have been told from a very young age that a Deviant male does not ask permission when they find their mate, and many females that I have worked with expressed a fear of venturing into the areas of deep space in which Deviant smuggler ships are known to travel.