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Lora pulls me in close, hugging me to his body as he stands, alleviating me of the need for balance. “I find your size intensely enjoyable as well,” he agrees, positioning my ass in the crook of his arm as he walks us over to the sofa designed for people of his immense stature. “Did your education module satisfy your expectations?”

I settle in on his lap as soon as he’s seated, but instead of cuddling in like I usually do when we’re watching TV, I give myself space enough to look him in the face as we talk. “Yes. I’m reasonably sure that I’ll be able to run, maintain, and improve the janitorial service at the hospital.”

Lora rattles neutrally, eyeing me for a moment without comment.

I smile and lean forward carefully pecking the corner of his mouth with a kiss. “You picked the right contribution for me. Thank you.”

I start to pull back, but Lora’s entire body stiffens and his arm around me tightens, making moving back to my previous position impossible. Surprised, and hoping I didn’t offend him, I look up, immediately reaching for an apology. “I should have aaah… ooohhh.” That’s not the promise of retribution in his eyes. That’s…

Lora cups the back of my head, tucking his thumb under my chin and tilting my face upward. He comes in slow but determined, and his lips touch mine with the same reverence I saw in my memory a few moments ago. My entire body explodes with a neediness that I’ve never experienced in my life. Heat rushes through me as my heart races. I haven’t even tasted him yet, and I’m already so fucking excited I feel like a teenager again. I grab whatever I can on his uniform, a strap and maybe the collar, and press myself in as close as I can, accidentally choking myself on his thumb. I open my lips and suck his lower lip into my mouth, licking him.

I jerk back, surprised at how salty his skin is. It’s like drinking sea water. I’m not even exaggerating. Ok, maybe a little, but only a smidge. He is really salty. “Damn, Lora. You taste like I just dipped my sushi in the actual ocean.”

Lora stares at me wide-eyed, breathing harder than I’ve ever seen him, and a vein that runs from the top of his head down the side of his forehead and cheek, all the way into his neck, stands out, throbbing hard and fast. He rattles, a dangerous sound that some part of me recognizes as the threat of a predator while a more insistent part of me decides it’s an invitation to present my ass like a cat in heat.

A flush of heat spreads through me, and my dick, which had been nicely chubbed up, goes rock hard. I gasp, shocked at how quickly I’ve gone from yes to YES GODDAMMIT NOW, and I groan, unable to hold back the sudden unquenchable desire for this alien to fuck me. “Lora, I need you to fuck me.”

Lora rattles again, and this time it’s the predator’s approval. Without words, he lays me back on the sofa, keeping a steady grip around my neck. “I am leaving now,” he growls, and his hand briefly tightens.

“Noooo,” I whine, tears springing to my eyes in response to this devastating news.

“I will return,” he promises and disappears with a startling clap of thunder.

A sob escapes me at the loss, and the tears drip down into my hair. I take a deep, shuddering breath, and then…

Ok, what the fuck? That was really embarrassing? Why the fuck did I cry when he left? I’m a big boy, and I know how to handle rejection. What the fuck was wrong with me?

You know what? I bet it was something like the sleepy hormones he doses me in with every time he needs to take a nap.

Aliens, amiright?

Me: What the hell was that?

Lora: It appears humans are extremely sensitive to the hormones we excrete when we are signaling a willingness and desire for sex. I apologize.

Me: I think we all know that you guys are still learning about human physiology and how we interact with each other. I don’t think there is any need for an apology, however, there is a need for a clear conversation about consent because I would have literally done anything to get your dick in me a few moments ago, and we need to establish some protocols before that happens if I’m going to keep losing my ever loving mind whenever we’re together like that.

Lora: Yes. I believe that is a conversation we will need to have. I will ask Dr. Randy to mediate for us.

Me: What do you mean by ‘mediate’?

Lora: A third person to witness and mediate the limits we set in regard to sex will help us maintain our higher mental functions during the conversation. When we have a clear set of rules, then we can engage in a sexual exchange.

Me: Am I going to see you before this conversation?

Lora: No. I cannot control the excretion of my hormones when I am aroused, and seeing you will arouse me.

Sigh.

Me: Alright. I guess I will see you when I see you.

Lora: Yes, you will.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Horny and alone, I decide maybe it’s time for a little me-time with my favorite toys, so I take a quick shower and clean myself up and out, before I rewrap myself in my robe and grab my toy box. I don’t put them away dirty, but it’s been a little while since I played, so I head to the kitchen sink so I can wash everything.

And then I’m no longer in my apartment. I sway, a little disoriented from the change of location, and Dr. Randy reaches out a hand to steady me as I blink up at him, reaching for my ringing ears.