Titus stared at the door as it closed behind Macy.
What the hell had just happened?
He dropped the sheet to the floor, then sank to his knees.
Had he actually attacked Macy and kissed her?
He thought it had been a realistic dream until he woke with her under him as he pushed his hips into hers.
Closing his eyes, he placed his head in his hands. What was all this about?
He thought of his dream and found himself both upset and awed that he’d been fantasizing about Macy in that way. Ever since landing on Earth, he’d dreamt of nothing but Simon. But now, Macy had entered his sleep time, her soft curves feeling so wonderful against his hardened plains.
Confusion tore through him. What did this mean? Could it simply be a misfire in his subconscious, or was the desire coursing through him for the female real?
Frankly, getting tangled up with a female seemed to be the last thing he needed at this point. He’d just found the energy and desire to get up out of bed and join the Warriors in patrols.
Macy’s warm gaze appeared before him, and he glanced down at his hips. His erection did not wane, and as he thought of her tiny, soft body under his, it only seemed to gain strength.
Standing, he made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the hot water sluiced through his hair and down his body, he tried to relax. The tension within him coiled tight.
Fisting his cock, he turned his head to the spray. The heavy length throbbed in his palm as he slowly ran his hand from the tip to his balls.
A bit of guilt washed through him as Macy entered his mind. Simon had always been the one to sexually excite him, both in his visions and in real life. Now, he had images of little Macy taking their turn, bringing him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
He wondered what it would be like to feel her bare breasts in his hands, what sensations he would experience having sex with her. Would it be the same as it had been with Simon? Had she ever made love before, or was she a virgin?
His sack tightened as he slowly stroked himself. He tried to think of Simon, but Macy kept reappearing. He imagined grabbing the flesh of her hips as she rocked back and forth on top of him, her breasts swaying.
Yes, being with Macy would be different. Simon had been all hard muscle. Their love-making had been tender at times, rough at others.
Macy was soft and warm, and he imagined sex with her would be slow and affectionate.
He gasped at his release, his seed spilling to the shower floor. Breathing heavily, he placed his hand against the wall just below the showerhead. His desire had waned a bit, but the confusion still remained.
The humans called males who liked other males homosexuals. It appeared he could also be sexually aroused by females.
So what exactly did that make him?
“That’s just what you need,” he whispered into the water. “Something else to fuck up your head.”