“So those are defensive fangs. And defensive ridges. And…”
“And we can emit a poisonous toxin from various glands if we feel threatened. It paralyzes those who might wish to do us harm.”
That’s actually pretty cool. “So, I was a vegetarian on Earth, is that going to be a problem? Like, are you in league with the tomatoes?”
“You mock me, human?”
His voice deepens with a primal growl and all of the daisy salad jokes spin out of my head faster than I thought possible. It doesn't matter what his biological origins are, or from what taxonomy his species arises. He is dangerous. Deeply, wildly, perhaps even cruelly if given cause, dangerous.
“Uhm? No?”
I’m lying, but it feels like the safe lie. The smart lie.
He relaxes and his brow performs an action which vaguely transforms into a wink.
Thank god, he does not seem to be easily offended. I’ve worked with some guys in my time who’d blow up over the slightest ribbing. They didn’t usually last long in the force, but when they did, they were hell to work with. That’s why I loved working with Jerry so much. There was a man with a complete absence of ego.
I hope Jerry’s okay. I miss him. I wonder what he’d think of this place. Not much, probably.
“We consume heated rocks in order to obtain necessary minerals. And we eat little animals who crawl upon them for protein.”
“Oh god. Well, I can’t eat rocks, and I won’t eat insects.”
"You are going to be hard to feed, aren't you, human.”
“Sugar works. You got any sugar?”
“My body produces natural sugars and proteins as well as trace amounts of minerals.”
“Are you trying to get me to eat you?”
“I could produce a nectar which might nourish you. It issues from my mating rod when I reach climax.”
Oh god. I should have seen this coming. I have heard this line before from so many men. Every dude thinks his dick gives life. King Brawn might be the first one for whom it is actually true.
“If you’re just trying to get me to suck your…”
“Suck it?” He lifts his brows and puts his massive fingers to his chin in a remarkably human gesture somewhat belied by the way dark lashes lower over the vertical slit of his pupil. “Now you mention it, that might be pleasurable.”
He says the words as if they hadn’t occurred to him until I said them. God, he’s good. I think I better make sure I don't let the fact that King Brawn looks as though he’s got a head full of rocks get in the way of being suspicious of him.
I am being kind of a dick. He doesn’t look stupid, per se. He just looks massive and muscular and I’ve come to associate that with stupidity because humans can’t handle it when someone is sexy and smart. We think it’s unfair.
“There has to be something else I can eat. You must have something…”
“Why must there be food for a human aboard a spaceship of aliens?”
“Because you took me aboard! Presumably, you didn’t intend to starve me.”
“Your abduction was impulsive on my part, I admit. We will stop at a space station, refuel, and obtain some food suitable for your particular biology. Until then if you are hungry, the best I can offer is my essence.”
His essence. I don’t know what the hell that means, but the way he says the word strongly suggests that it’s going to be intimate.
“How long until we get to this space station, then?”
“Perhaps what you would consider a week?”
Seven days. I can do seven days without sucking him off, right?
“I am going to be hungry, but that’s okay. I’ll call it a fast.”
“What is fast?”
“It’s when we don’t eat for a period of time. It's very good for you. Or maybe, horrendously bad. We’re not sure. Nobody is really sure of anything on my planet.”
I’m babbling. I never babble. It’s because I’m nervous — which is even worse, because I also don’t get nervous. I am tough as fucking nails. I am hard as steel. I am every cliche you can think of about being rough and tough and… I’m thinking about sucking his cock and drinking his come. Yep. I tell myself it’s just because that is a very compelling image and also my stomach is growling, but it might be because I’m wildly attracted to him even though, and maybe because, he spanked me.
God, things get real complicated in space real quick.
“Shall I create something for you to drink? I am told our essence is very nutritious. High in many of the elements necessary for a healthy human.”
“How much do you actually, er… produce?”
“Sufficient to satisfy your appetite, I am sure,” he says proudly.
“I’m good. Thank you.”
“Let me know if you change your mind,” he says with that charming, fanged smile.