Time to put on a show for my pretty little human. "What would you like to see first?" I call out, amused. "Or are you going to pretend to be shy again?"
Alice gets to her feet. Slowly. No longer behind the cover of the plants, I can see her a short distance away, her body nearly hidden by the leafy ferns.
I expect her to move forward. If she's bold, she'll smile and tease me. Kef, even if she's not bold, I can't wait to hear the response she gives. If she blisters my hide with that sharp tongue of hers, I might come all over again.
She does neither, however. She remains perfectly still, staring in my direction.
It takes me a moment to realize that she's looking at something over my shoulder, not me and my magnificent cock. Slowly, I turn.
Something slinks into the shadows behind me, but not before I catch a glimpse of iridescent scale and many, many claw-tipped feet. Ah, kef. "Good news," I say, keeping my voice low and steady so our new friend doesn't attack. "I think I know where we are."
20
ALICE
I've been caught watching Kaspar rub his enormous cock, and I'm not even sorry. I mean, I should be. But this weird push-pull between us is bound to go somewhere. He caught me masturbating, so I guess it makes sense that I'd catch him…again. He's a man, so I shouldn't be surprised. Don't they play with their dicks all the time? Of course he's got it out and going to town on it. Even so, I can't look away. I'm fascinated by him. I shouldn't be. I'm far more familiar with alien anatomy than I'd like, so it's not like he's got anything new. It's just…it's Kaspar. He's infuriating and funny and brave and wild all at once. I've never met anyone like him. He makes me crazy and yet I find myself utterly drawn to him.
So I watch him stroke his cock, even though it's an invasion of whatever privacy we have. Feels a bit like a kid at Christmas, hiding as I watch my parents put presents under the tree.
I'm so intent on watching that big hand move over his enormous length that I almost miss the iridescent flash in the bushes. I squint, because it's a swirl of colors not unlike a soap bubble, and just as quickly gone.
"What would you like to see first? Or are you going to pretend to be shy again?" Kaspar calls out to me just as the bushes behind him move, and I see the iridescence again.
It's not a soap bubble. It's a big, dangerous-looking cross between a lizard and a tiger. And it's stalking Kaspar.
I get to my feet slowly, unable to take my eyes off the enormous creature as it crouches behind him. It looks a lot like a lion without ears or a furry ruff. The head is big and triangular, sleek looking in the way reptiles are, and those iridescent scales are like a thousand opals all at once. It's beautiful…and utterly deadly. Its tail flicks back and forth, and I watch as the head lowers and many, many legs crouch low and begin to slink toward him.
Kaspar finally gets the hint. He glances over his shoulder. "Good news. I think I know where we are."
I wet my lips, not trusting myself to speak. Any sudden movement, and I feel like that cat-thing is going to leap up and attack. It's close enough to Kaspar now that I can see its nostrils flaring, and its big body is coiled with tension. "Um…Kaspar…"
"I see it." He's not making any sudden moves either.
"What do we do?" I whisper. The cat-lizard remains utterly still, watching him. I can see big, dark eyes focused on Kaspar, and a slinky tail that lashes back and forth, like a cat with a mouse in its sights.
Kaspar lifts one hand slowly and waves at me. "Come here."
What the fuck? "Me?" I hiss. "Why?"
"I need you to come befriend this thing."
Again…what the fuck? "Are you crazy? It's going to eat me!"
He flicks his hand at me again, and the small movement makes his pants fall all the way to his knees. Kaspar's small, tight butt is hanging out now for the cat to see, and I'm getting full frontal. And it's…not the worst thing I've ever seen. He's huge. And he's got metal on the head of his cock. And ridges. And—
Focus, Alice. Focus.
The cat hasn't moved. The tail flicks again, another sign it's still watching us, and I feel like we're at the zoo and they're about to feed the tigers. Every dumbass knows you don't stick your hands in the cages, and me running forward to Kaspar is very much a “shove my hand into the cage” moment. I hesitate, terrified. What do I do?