CHAPTER EIGHT

 

 

- Hannah

Slowly, I start to make sense of what is going on around me. Bren’s voice is a low murmur, joined by a much more antagonistic tone. They are twenty feet away, but they could be on the moon for as much as they affect me.

I’m wiped, literally and figuratively! My eyes pop open to look at the ceiling. That orgasm took the last of my strength.

Too bad he had to take off and answer the door. What could’ve been that important? Not what I was expecting. No— “honey, that was wonderful”, or “you blew my mind”. Figures.

I can’t help the tiny bit of disappointment I’m feeling. I guess there won’t be any cuddling and basking in the after great sex euphoria. But then I snap out of it.

This is survival. Yes, I’m using sex as a tool here to survive and get back to Earth. Hopefully.

Right?

I can’t let one great—no spectacular, sexual encounter derail me from wanting to go home. My face heats a bit at the reminder.

Stretching, I pull the covers down enough to watch Bren’s butt as he talks to our visitor. Perfect.

Yes, that was amazingly effective. I’m not exactly pursuing all my options as I lay here. My hand slides between my legs where our combined juices soak me.

Quickly he turns and smiles at me. Obviously, he can’t really realize that I am remembering him licking between my legs so perfectly. His full lips curve and eyes sparkle, I admire the symmetry of his face. He doesn’t look away as he barks at our guest. “Leave. My…” The rest of what he says is lost in translation as he takes the few steps towards the bed and my mind scrambles.

I barely register the opening and closing of the door as we are left alone again.

His wild hair dances around us as he slides into the bed next to me. It’s flowing and almost vibrating as it moves closer to my head. “I think I need a nap?” I pose it as a question, but it’s really a statement.

His hair moves in closer as he leans in, our noses almost touching. “You rest. You are mine. I will keep you safe and you will stay in this room when I can’t be with you. Understand?”

Anger makes my brow furrow and lips purse. Oh, I understand all right. But I also know and understand that arguing right now is not in my best interest. I don’t have the energy for it. And shouldn’t I be saving my energy for more important arguments?

“Got it. I understand that I need to stay in the room if you aren’t with me.” My hands brush his hair that is still wildly haloing his head. The strands cling and wrap around my fingers and hands, not holding me but stroking and sliding as I pull them away. It distracts me instantly. It’s like it has a mind of its own. “Are you doing that? Can you control your hair and make it wrap around me?”

Propping his head up on his elbow, he smiles as his hair continues to slide and wrap and release my hand. Moving up, it strokes along my arm slowly. “Not exactly. It just wants you as my entire body does, although I can force it into submission.”

Slowly, his hair pulls away and most of it stands up on end before starting at the bottom, it slowly laps and weaves into the intricate design down the back he was wearing when I met him.

“Wow!” I hop up onto my knees to watch it finish the intricate design. “That is incredible.” I’m speechless really.

My eyes immediately drop to his cock. This is the first time I’ve really looked at him—there. It looks surprisingly similar to a human male and lengthens as soon as I lay eyes on it. Yep. That’s pretty normal.

The hair here is shorter, a couple of inches or so. It dances around just like the hair on his head did. As I watch, it settles into a circular, intricate design around his still lengthening cock.

“Very impressive.” I smile as I glance up at Bren. He looks smug, but a bit pained.

Slowly, I reach for his cock, and stroke from the base to the tip. It’s silk over rock and my pussy clenches in anticipation. The hairs spring up reaching for me and when I lower my hand to the base, they caress and dance around me as if in joy.

Laughing, I put a few between my fingers to stroke them and gauge their width. They are definitely a bit thicker than hair. I move my attention to his dick that is hard as a rock and almost poking me in the face. I’m so impressed with myself. I can’t believe that fit in me! If I had seen it before, I don’t know if I would have attempted it. As I lightly stroke it, I note it’s thicker than my wrist and comes to the bend in my elbow as I grasp the base.

Fucking hell. The head is thicker than a human’s too without the distinctive head cap and I don’t see any scarring that would indicate he was circumcised.

Speaking of cutting…

“Do you trim your hair?” Sitting up, I stroke my damp mass and realize it desperately needs combing.

“Trim meaning cut? With a knife?” He looks at my hair and then at his cock with worry.

“My hair needs trimming on the ends to help it stay healthy and keep growing properly.” I hold up the end of my hair. “Do you trim yours?”

He shakes his head. “It isn’t necessary. My hair sheds like skin and it wouldn’t help it grow. It stays healthy.”

“Does that mean it bleeds when it’s cut? Like skin?”

He looks even more puzzled now. “No, it seals and heals.”

I’m not sure if it’s a language barrier or what, but I’d like to get a comb. I look doubtfully at his hair, already pristine without a piece out of place. Bastards.

“Do you have a comb I could use to fix my hair?” Pulling my fingers through it, I try to demonstrate what I mean.

He laughs! It’s a deep chuckle and I’m surprised and enthralled at once. He is much better looking when he smiles. Devastatingly so. My heart leaps and I feel like a school girl. What is going on with me? He’s making me feel like a crush and I’m as horny as a virgin too.

“We don’t have anything like that, but I’ll call down to engineering and see what they can produce.”

“Thank you.” Smiling, I keep working on my hair, starting at the bottom and trying to pull out the biggest clumps first. He quietly watches me before sitting up and spreading his legs at the head of the bed.

No modesty here. I’m immediately treated to a full view of hard cock and long firm legs.

He pats the bed in front of him. “Come sit. I’ll work on it.”

Slowly, I move in front of him and between his legs.

Grasping my hips, he pulls me snug against his body. I’d have to be an idiot not to feel him hard and firm against my lower back. But his hands are gentle as he starts to separate my auburn hair with his fingers like I was down my back.

His legs are long and hairless but not. The hair on his body is more like the fuzz on a peach and I tentatively run my hand down his thigh. The tiny hairs are what has felt so smooth against me. Even they seem to respond and reach for my touch as I watch fascinated as they sway towards me.

“Where is this ship going?” Do they call it a ship? Is it a spaceship?

“This ship is called Destiny and we complete this circuit twice a solar rotation of our planet Quasar. Our scientists on board keep logs they update of the planets we pass, and we keep an eye on undeveloped civilizations on them. Like your Earth, we categorize the information we gather from satellites and report back to our planet’s council.”

“So, we’ll go by Earth soon?” I can’t keep the hopefulness out of my voice. I’m excited to think that with their technology, I should be able to get home.

His hands still and then settle on my shoulders. He turns me slightly towards him and looks me in the eyes.

“We are already far away, from the planet you were rotating that you call Mars and from Earth where you come from. You can’t go back. I’m sorry if that is hard to understand, but I will take care of you.”

Tears fill my eyes as I scrutinize his face and see only sincerity. That’s all well and good, but I can take care of myself. If I can just get back home.

“I don’t understand though. If you know where I come from, why can’t I go back?” I hate how whiny I sound but what is the problem? “I can keep a secret. I won’t tell anyone about you or anything.”

I don’t really know if I could pull that off. I’m chipped just like every other citizen and as soon as I walk down the street a scanner would read my identity and know who I was. I’d be caught instantly.

There really isn’t any way to hide nowadays.

“You’re chipped. Even if we removed it, don’t you think eventually your government would catch up with you and wonder how you made it back to Earth? We can’t take that chance.”

Well. So much for him not knowing. He goes back to working on my hair as I think it over. It’s interesting he seems to know so much. There must be a way I can convince him. Maybe they go there regularly and he just doesn’t want to tell me? I’m not going to give up that easily. I just don’t want to piss him off either. Going with the flow is the key.

Stretching upright, I feel the day start to catch up with me as his slow movements in my hair start to lull my eyes closed. He does make me feel relaxed. With him at my back, I feel like I have a pulse running through me, tightening my nipples. He makes me so horny again just laying here against him. But also content. Happy even.

I can’t change anything right this second, so I may as well enjoy the good as it comes. This is the most clean and comfortable I’ve felt in a year now. For now, I need to take the good and worry about the rest tomorrow.

My eyes droop and I’m having a hard time keeping them open. I love his velvety, hard body below me and I snuggle into his warmth and doze.