Page 52 of Married to the Alien Mountain Man

For absolutely no reason at all.

In theLavariya’stiny bathroom, I sped through my night time routine. I’d showered and washed my hair in here this morning, using theLavariya’sinternal water supply and sustainable filtration systems. But I decided to give my body another quick rinse now as well, just to get the dust of the day off of me. That only took about thirty seconds, then I dried off, put on some lotion, brushed my teeth, slipped into my pretty PJs, and went back out to find Oaken.

Oaken’s boots, trousers, and hat had been neatly placed by the bed.

The bed Oaken was now sitting upon.

He was a little tense.

He was alotnaked.

“Oaken! You!” Full sentences had apparently left the vicinity. Along with most of my brain and my shredded sense of willpower. I devoted what little strength I had left to keeping my eyes off his exposed crotch. “Why are you naked?!”

“You told me to remove my trousers!”

“Well, yeah! But I didn’t think that meant… You guys don’t wear anything underneath?!”

“Why would I wear something underneath?” he asked, seeming genuinely confused. “The trousers cover everything I need them to.”

Oh, they covered things alright. Things that were very muchnotcovered at this moment.

Apparently, Oaken was noticing my own more subtle lack of coverage. His eyes glowed white, tracing a heated line across my mostly-bare shoulders. They coasted down to my navel, then moved to my bare legs.

The not-covered thing between Oaken’s legs that I was definitelynotlooking at visibly twitched at the bottom of my eyeline.

I was being tested. Cruelly, cruelly tested.

“Apologies,” Oaken said, a little hoarsely. “I feel that I have done something wrong.” He stood up, and all at once I was confronted with seven-feet-something of pure, hot, naked Zabrian male.

My last little bit of crispy, brittle willpower snapped. Greedily, I took in the sight of him.

I’d seen him shirtless every single day, but it hit different when that sculpted torso was now perched atop bare, trunk-like thighs.

And there, jutting out on an alluring angle from between those mouthwatering thighs…

Was his cock.

It was the colour of luxurious Old-Earth green velvet, fist-thick at the base, and tapered to tip that looked like it would ease deliciously into me before the rest of that girth caught up and made me scream. Below the velvety shaft was a darker swell of flesh. Above was a… tentacle?

Tentacle emojis.

Cock tail!

All at once, Darcy’s diagram made perfect sense to me.

She’d sent me a hand-drawn Zabrian dick pic.

I’d kind of thought she was trolling me before. But now, I was oddly touched and more than a little grateful she’d bothered.

Oaken’s larger tail, the one I was much more familiar with, snaked across the floor until it grasped his pants. He lifted them up, holding them in front of himself so that I could no longer see his big, weird, glorious package.

“Does this mean,” he asked miserably, “that I am no longer invited to the movie date?”

Holy fucking hell. Somebody just… Just shoot me.

How could he be so sexy and so adorable at the same time? My heart was going to explode. Literally explode. Into glitter or confetti or sprinkles or something.

That was how this dingdong made me feel.

---