Page 58 of Alien Wants A Wife

Immediately I am thinking of how it felt to have my real cock trapped between our bodies, rubbing against the silky-smooth silk of Harlee’s stomach. I bend my knees, using the table to hide my very real growing bulge from Lydia’s sight.

Maybe Harlee is thinking similar thoughts, for her face turns pink and she returns the replica to the pile of contraceptives.

“And this?” Lydia picks up another box. “What’s this?”

“A polyplastic barrier.”

She nods. “Like a sheet condom.”

“A dental dam,” Harlee adds. “We’ve got something similar back home. Is this the pill?” She picks up a small container and shakes it, listening to the rattle inside. “For me?”

“For me,” I confirm. “I must take one every day for as long as I wish my milt to remain sterile.” To prove my point, I open the box, retrieve a pill and swallow it, even though there are a few hours yet before I officially would need to take it again.

“A pill for men?” Lydia and Harlee exchange a look I cannot read.

“You do not have such ways to disrupt your reproductive cycle on…” I struggle to remember how to pronounce their home planet’s name.

“On Earth,” Harlee supplies. “Not really. Not for men, anyway.”

“I do not understand. ‘Not really’ means ‘no’?”

“Let’s just say that it totally should exist on Earth,” Lydia answers, “but doesn’t for a shit ton of sexist bureaucratic reasons.”

I still do not understand, but Harlee and Lydia are continuing to sort their way through my supplies, and I donot want to disrupt the fascinating little lines of concentration decorating Harlee’s forehead, so I do not push the matter.

“What about this?” she asks me, holding up what looks to be a piece of malleable pipe with thin walls that bend when lightly squeezed.

“Akh. That is a cock shield.”

“I’m sorry, it’s a what shield?” Harlee blinks.

“A cock shield,” I repeat. “To protect a Male’s cock during procreation if the Female has barbs in her quim.”

“Her quim?” Harlee repeats. “Ohhh. You mean,down there.”

I nod.

“Why are there barbs?”

“To keep the Male inside her for longer, to increase their chances of successfully creating younglings.”

“Sounds painful.”

I shudder in agreement. I had secretly been hoping LOVE GALAXY would not pair me with a Wiyn, even with the invention of the cock shield.

“Do you think…” Lydia clears her throat, suddenly sounding a lot less sure of herself. “Do you think Killan has all this stuff, too? Actually, don’t answer that.” She stands, heading for the exit. When she reaches it, she turns back to face us. “You know what the best contraception is? Abstinence.” Then she hurries away.

“God, she sounded just like my dad then.” Harlee shudders.

“I have trouble keeping up with Lydia’s emotions. One moment she is happy. The next she is yelling at me.”

“Then she’s hunting through your contraceptives like she’s searching for pirate’s treasure. She’s having a rough time adjusting, is all. I don’t think she means half of what she says.” Harlee smiles, motioning to the pile. “You really thought of everything.”

I survey my collection. “I wanted you, whoever you were going to be, to feel safe.” I shake my head. “Not just to feel safe,” I correct. “But tobesafe, regardless of our choices. Abstinence included,” I add as an afterthought, never wanting Harlee to feel pressured.

She reaches up to where I am standing and squeezes one of my hands. “I do feel safe. With you.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

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