Page 30 of Infala: The Alien's Bond
“And does he usually get his way?”
“More often than not,” the woman admitted. “You would be well served to mind yourself around him.”
“Uh huh,” Darla said, her mind already in other places.
She was abruptly snapped from her reverie when a different, familiar form strode into the yurt, his broad shoulders blocking the light from the opening.
“I am here,” Heydar declared. “My equipment is cleaned and ready.”
Tikanna looked him up and down, judging him and finding him adequate. She gave a small nod and gestured to the table and a large box of drawers nearby. “You will find everything you require.”
“Excellent.”
“But this one is not yet ready,” she added.
A look of concern flashed across his face. “Oh?”
“She requires further preparation. And as her Skrizzit for this process, the duty falls to you.”
Darla saw the muscle in Heydar’s jaw flex, but he maintained his composure, his face a blank canvas. He looked down on her, then back to Tikanna.
“Very well. I shall begin at once.”
Tikanna nodded and called for the other workers to gather their things and leave. A minute later Heydar and Darla were alone.
“Remove your clothing,” the alien commanded.
Darla felt her breath catch at his words but did as he said, stripping in front of his appraising gaze. He gave her a brief once over and nodded, then pointed to the table.
“On the table, face down,” he directed.
Now she knew what the notch was for. Someone had placed a towel there to support her neck and face and another on the table itself, providing a little cushioning on the firm surface.
Darla lay down and took a deep breath, fully exposed to this frustrating man. She could feel his heat as he moved close to her, his radiant warmth giving her skin goosebumps without even touching her. Then a massive, warm hand gently touched the middle of her back, the heat spreading through her like an ember blown to a flame as it pressed down harder.
He shifted his hand, touching her along her shoulders and sides, moving down to her ass, then legs, feeling her body, assessing her.
Exposed and vulnerable with a towering alien hovering over her, Darla felt a strange thrill as she wondered what would come next.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
A gush of warmth unexpectedly sprayed across Darla’s back. Her body reacted of its own accord, her own heat rising in response. A musky, somewhat sweet scent reached her nose as a pair of massive hands began spreading the fluid across her skin.
Oh. Massage oil, she realized as the long strokes rubbed the substance over her body. Between the oil’s scent and the heat coming off from her impromptu masseuse’s hands, Darla felt just about ready to melt into the table. That, or something else.
“You are too tense,” Heydar said, spreading the oil from her back to the lengths of her arms all the way to her fingertips. “For the pigment to properly bind, your body must be completely at ease and as welcoming as your skin.”
“It’s been a tough couple of days,” she said, groaning as he rubbed a sore spot between her shoulders.
Another gush of warmth, this time on her ass. The heated oil flowed down the curves of her cheeks, trickling to her thighs and, quite pleasantly, down her crack, lubricating the folds of her labia with the tingly, refreshing substance.
Heydar’s hands worked their magic, spreading the oil down one leg all the way to the tips of her toes, then the other, stroking her tired muscles and working the oil into her skin as he did.
He grabbed her feet and squeezed, then slowly pressed his fingertips into her muscles as he slid them up her calves, lingering behind her knees for a moment before continuing up her thighs, his fingers splaying wide, those massive hands squeezing from the inside of her legs to the outside with ease.
Gliding higher still, Darla’s ass was pulled upward and kneaded as the alien moved his focus ever up, the tips of his fingers gentle on her sides while his thumbs and palms pressed harder up the middle of her back at the same time. It was unlike any sensation she had ever experienced, even at that Thai massage place she and Tammy had gone to a few times.Thiswas on a whole other level.
Heydar rubbed all the way to her neck, pressing firmly just below her ears then sliding his hands down her arms until they slipped off her fingertips.
