Page 29 of Resisting the Alien Rider

Garrek wrenched his head out of reach and then lurched to his feet without warning. He stumbled, nearly drunkenly, before getting his footing and hurrying away from me.

“Garrek?”

He didn’t answer me, or if he did, it was withnothing but a mangled sort of grunt that my translator couldn’t make sense of.

Killian chose that moment to emerge from his tent with a piece of dried meat dangling between his claws. He took a big bite and, mouth full, asked me, “What’s going on with him?”

I watched Garrek’s fleeing form as the shadows of the trees swallowed him up. Slowly shaking my head, I murmured, “I have absolutely no idea.”

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GARREK

Ifound a large tree to throw myself behind and proceeded to wrench my trousers down so violently I nearly ripped the leather. The stiff, agonized organ that was my cock sprang free. My cock tail spasmed and writhed as I took myself in my hand.

What was she thinking, running her fingertips along the edge of my ear that way?

What was I thinking, letting her?

I stifled a groan, stroking myself so quickly, so hard, it almost felt like punishment. Maybe punishment was what I deserved for nearly ejaculating in my trousers simply because someone had touched my ear. And not just any someone.

My cousin’s intended bride.

Empire help me.

If it had been anyone else, I doubted I would have responded this way. Darcy or Cherry touching my ear would have been nothing but a shivery sort of annoyance, like the feeling of brushing fur backwards.

If it had been Cherry or Darcy, I might not have even let them do it.

And Killian appeared to be having no real trouble with it. He’d submitted himself without complaint to Magnolia’s examination and seemed to suffer no effects besides some painful tenderness from whatever ailed him.

But me?

Lucky me, I’d nearly climaxed, untouched, in my leathers.

I was close to climaxing now. Panting, lungs burning, I used my other hand to graze against the still-pulsing edge of my ear. My cock jerked, eager for even that mere echo of her touch, and blinding ecstasy built inside me. My hands occupied, my tail slithered up to my vest, dipping into the pocket and retrieving the soap Magnolia had made me.

The one that smelled like her.

I shoved the soap beneath my nose and held it there with my tail. Huffing a hard and desperate inhale, I exploded, painting the bark of the unfortunate tree with hot and viscous jets of my seed.

The shuddering relief lasted only a moment, almost instantly swallowed by the specifically gloomy feeling of post-masturbation shame. I adjusted my trousers and put the soap back in my pocket in hateful silence. Hateful because, at that moment, I hated too many things to even count. My ears and my cock and myself. Myself, because if I’d only said yes to the bride program in the first place, then maybe she could have been mine from the beginning.Something I hadn’t dared to acknowledge until this moment.

I even, for a terrible beat, hated Oaken. Oaken, my younger cousin whom I’d always loved and had made it my mission to protect when we were children.

I’d failed him then.

I would not fail him now.

But I had someone besides Oaken relying on me right now, and that had to be my focus for tonight. Killian, with his potential infection.

As I turned myself back towards camp, I became aware of noises. The sound of Magnolia’s voice uncharacteristically edged with exasperation calling, “Killian, come back!” and then the scrambling sound of running footsteps.

Twosets of running footsteps.

After more than half a cycle spent as Killian’s guardian in this world, it was not precisely a surprise to return to find him running as fast as possible around the perimeter of the camp. It was not even a surprise that he was now naked, a bare-skinned, blue-green blur streaking like a spooked shuldu.

The new element in the scene was the tiny human female who was chasing him.

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