Aliens Hijacked My Heart (Awakened Womb Book 2), page 5
My blood vibrated. Suddenly, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. There was an unspoken question: Are you going to leave me like this?
Or perhaps: I won’t let you leave me like this.
Maybe it was because I currently shared the pain of a throbbing, unattended erection. Maybe it was something else. But either way, his plea won me over.
“No, you’re right,” I said, kneeling on the ground. “Let’s take care of this.”
For science, I almost said, but I stopped myself. It didn’t feel appropriate in the moment. Still, I had my sample vials nearby. I’d love an opportunity to collect Linn’ar, if he allowed it.
In a shocking upset, the horny part of my brain won the battle against logic. I was about to jerk off an alien.
I placed my hands on Linn’ar’s huge cock. The flesh was a deep shade of red-pink with greenish veins snaking up the sides. It was unlike anything I’d seen before. I didn’t bother taking notes because I knew I wouldn’t forget this sight. It was permanently etched into my memories.
A trickle of sweat rolled down my forehead as I moved my hands. The twitching sensation against my palms was surreal, yet riveting. It brought back memories of handling slugs as a child.
Except this slug was attached to a handsome alien.
Oh, and it was about three feet long.
No big deal.
Linn’ar arched his back as I stroked him. A glazed pleasure washed over his expression, and a trill vibrated in his throat. The sound intrigued me. Actually, everything about him intrigued me—and I slowly came to realize that it wasn’t just because he was an alien.
I slammed the door on that thought like it was an unwanted solicitor. No thank you, hormones influencing my feelings. Not interested.
I shut down my mind and focused only on my task. I was good at that. I shifted into tunnel vision, putting all my energy into pleasuring Linn’ar. He reacted positively to my touch. His feelers pulsed with every imaginable color—possibly even ones I couldn’t perceive with human eyes. His claws dug into the soil. His tail thrashed. Little growls and moans of pleasure spilled from his maw. I caught glimpses of his sharp fangs, finding myself thrilled by them.
It felt... good that he liked this.
I didn’t think too hard about what that meant. Clenching my eyes shut, I worked my hands faster, matching the rhythm of Linn’ar’s whimpers and bucking hips.
I opened my eyes just in time to see a neon blue flash pulse over his erection. I stared, awed at the contrasting colors. It sounded weird, but I’d never found an erection so beautiful.
I flinched as something unexpectedly touched my bare arms. It was the tips of Linn’ar’s tentacles grasping me ever so gently—like in the throes of his passion, he couldn’t bear not to touch me.
I relaxed, letting it happen. It was all right. It kind of felt good, in a way.
Then the explosion came. Linn’ar’s body went rigid, his muscles seizing. A second later, he released a guttural, raw sound. I hesitated to call it a scream—it wasn’t a human scream, or an animal’s cry. I couldn’t compare it to any sound I’d heard.
The only thing I knew for sure was that it made me really fucking hard. As if I didn’t have that problem already. Shit.
But I didn’t have time to think about my own urges. As Linn’ar came, a huge spurt of golden fluid shot from the tip of his cock. It was thick and viscous, almost like honey.
My brain came back to life. I scrabbled for my nearby vials. That turned out to be unnecessary because by the time Linn’ar was spent, there was enough ejaculate to fill an industrial sink.
I scooped up a healthy sample. That made me feel somewhat productive. Otherwise... I’d just jerked him off for the fun of it. And that wasn’t a possibility. I wasn’t like Levi—I didn’t do such crass things.
Linn’ar gasped for breath. The rapid bursts of color all over his body slowed down and returned to normal.
“Your hands felt very nice,” he said.
The earnest compliment made me blush. “You’re welcome,” I managed. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was so turned on I could barely speak.
It suddenly hit me how mortifying this was. I was naked and hard in public, and there was alien cum on my hands. Anybody could’ve walked by and seen me. If this happened on Earth, I’d have been laughed out of my good academic standing. I would’ve lost my job. I would’ve lost everything I worked so hard for my entire life.
Dear god. I had to escape before I died of embarrassment.
“I have to go,” I blurted out, clambering to my feet.
I didn’t wait for Linn’ar’s response. I bolted out of the orchard without looking back.
6 / Linn’ar
Confused, I sat there in a pool of my own pollen.
Why did Jaeyoung run off? I didn’t even get the chance to return the sexual favor.
I rose to my feet with a sigh. My pollen was already soaking into the soil. I couldn’t help but be disappointed. If that pollen was inside of Jaeyoung, it would’ve nourished him. He might’ve even gotten pregnant. Instead, it was simply providing nutrients to the soil. Oh well.
I was worried about the sudden way he ran off. I thought we made a breakthrough in communication, but he still wouldn’t tell me everything. Humans were so preoccupied with hiding their feelings.
Earlier, I had the urge to press my feelers into Jaeyoung’s skin. That way he would’ve felt exactly what I felt—how good he made me feel.
But he was already so flighty, like a jittery little insectoid. I don’t think he would’ve appreciated the sudden invasion of my feelers.
Before I followed Jaeyoung’s trail, I noticed the pile of things he left behind. The body coverings, the onesie we made together, and his research tools. I frowned. Those were all important to him. I picked them up with my tentacles, careful not to jostle the tools in case they were breakable, then set off after him.
It didn’t take long to catch up. By the entrance to the orchard, I saw Jaeyoung’s familiar dark-headed figure. But he wasn’t alone. A pair of Maeleons were conversing with him.
I paused, watching the scene from afar. I recognized the two as a fairly sexually active couple. Judging by the rings of bright pink and red in their feelers, they were currently in the mood.
That was fine. Except they were eagerly talking to Jaeyoung, and if I knew anything about the couple, it was safe to assume they wanted to rope him into their activities.
For some reason, that deeply annoyed me.
I dropped to a four-legged crouch and ran over to them. My chest buzzed with a weird, uncomfortable feeling.
As I skidded to a halt, Jaeyoung blinked at me. I saw relief in his wide, dark eyes.
“Linn’ar,” he said, surprised.
“Jaeyoung,” I replied.
“Greetings, sibling!” the taller Maeleon, Ske’rar, said. “We were just inviting the human to play with us.”
The shorter partner, Ran’nor, chimed in. “We’ve never had sex with a human before.”
A sudden sharpness in my chest. There it was again—that irritated discomfort.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Jaeyoung’s flustered expression. His brows furrowed and he stood stiffly, his body tense. It was a huge departure from his mellow, unguarded body language earlier, when his hands were on me. It was clear he had no interest in their proposition.
“Would you like to join us, Linn’ar?” Ran’nor asked.
Jaeyoung’s head whipped towards me. If he looked uncomfortable before, it was twofold now. Did he not want me to be involved? If so, we were in agreement. I had no interest in a sexual tryst with other Maeleons.
“No, thank you,” I told the pair.
As soon as I replied, a visible wave of relief washed over Jaeyoung’s face. My hunch was correct. It pleased me to know we were on the same wavelength.
“Okay,” Ske’rar said cheerfully, turning to Jaeyoung. “Just the three of us, then?”
Spiky irritation bristled along my spine. But I arrived to the conversation late. Did Jaeyoung accidentally agree to a threesome while I wasn’t there? He didn’t seem like he wanted to be involved.
“What?” Jaeyoung blurted, his relief vanishing. “Wait, hang on, I don’t—”
The Maeleon couple looked confused. The normal Maeleon response to a sexual invitation was a simple yes or no. Jaeyoung’s flustered panicking must’ve taken them by surprise, but
I’d witnessed enough human behavior to recognize a cultural misunderstanding when I saw one.
I stepped forward, putting my hand on Jaeyoung’s shoulder.
“I don’t think Jaeyoung is interested in group sex right now,” I announced, glancing down at him. “Is that right?”
Relief flooded back across his face. He nodded vigorously.
“Ah, all right,” Ske’rar said.
Ran’nor asked, “Why didn’t you just say so?”
Jaeyoung looked too frazzled to speak, so I answered for him.
“For some reason, humans hide their feelings. They don’t communicate their wants and needs very well,” I replied.
The Maeleon pair took in this information, looking at Jaeyoung in a new light.
“We’re sorry if you felt pressured,” Ran’nor said. “We thought you wanted sex, since you were walking around with an open erection.”
I didn’t think Jaeyoung’s face could turn a darker shade of pink, but it was almost a brand-new color. He clenched his jaw, staring at me in a silent plea for help. I figured he was too flustered to speak.
“Humans can hide their feelings, but they can’t hide their erections,” I explained, feeling knowledgeable.
The pair looked shocked.
“They can’t?” Ske’rar asked.
Ran’nor tilted their head curiously. “It doesn’t retract into your body?”
“No,” Jaeyoung ground out.
“You just walk around like that?”
“Yes.”
“I learned something new today,” Ran’nor said to Ske’rar.
“Me, too.”
As the conversation went on, the buzzing annoyance in my chest quieted down. The offer for group sex was only a misunderstanding. The Maeleon pair wasn’t roping Jaeyoung into anything he didn’t want, and he clearly didn’t want to have sex with them. I was oddly happy about that—which was strange because I’d never cared before about what kind of sex others had.
So, why did I care when it came to Jaeyoung?
After saying goodbye to the sexually adventurous couple, I glanced at my human companion. The tension left his body as he heaved out a sigh.
“Thank you, Linn’ar,” he murmured. “I was not in the right head space to deal with... that.”
“Were you upset earlier, too? When you ran away?” I asked, thinking of his sudden departure from the orchard.
He grimaced as if embarrassed. “Yeah. And then I got myself into a bigger mess...” He sighed. “I apologize. That was immature of me. And, once again, selfish.”
I didn’t need to hear him berate himself. I only wanted to know his true feelings and help him through his turmoil.
“You left so quickly that you forgot your items,” I pointed out. “I brought them to you.”
Jaeyoung blinked as if seeing the objects in my grasp for the first time. He must’ve been so frazzled during the sex talk that he didn’t even notice.
“Linn’ar,” he said, surprised. “Thank you.”
He trembled like he just finished running laps. I sat on the grassy slope and gestured for him to do the same so he’d catch his breath. He slumped next to me. His still-naked skin was clammy with sweat.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “God, I’m a mess today. This isn’t like me.”
“It’s okay to be upset,” I reassured.
He made a face. “Being upset is an emotional failure. And I can’t tolerate any kind of failure.”
I had no idea what he was talking about. Was this another strange human idea, or was this Jaeyoung’s own personal quandary?
“I don’t believe that at all,” I countered. “Your emotions are your emotions. There is nothing wrong with them.”
My feelers twitched with desire. They wanted to burrow into Jaeyoung’s skin, to ease the weight of his frustration and inject calmness. But he was already struggling. I couldn’t impose on him.
Jaeyoung flashed a tired smile. “If we were back on Earth, you’d be a good therapist, Linn’ar.”
The word didn’t have a local translation. “What does that word mean?”
“A therapist is a professional who talks to you and helps you work out your feelings,” Jaeyoung explained with a shrug. “Not that I have experience with one.”
“You do not talk about your feelings with anybody?” I asked.
He stared at the grass. “No. Not until I met you.” The corner of his mouth curled. “Against all odds, you somehow pried me open.”
My heart lifted. I was right—he was opening himself to me.
“Oh, I’m so glad! Do you feel better now?”
“Yeah, I do.” Jaeyoung blushed, then glanced down with a cough. “Don’t tell the other humans about my little episode, okay? I’m supposed to be the cool one who has his shit together.”
“I will not,” I promised, happy to hold his secret.
He smiled. “Thanks for bringing my stuff, by the way. I can’t believe I left my precious research tools behind. And the onesie we made together.”
To my surprise, he didn’t reach for the onesie. I assumed he would want to clothe himself right away and hide his cock. Even after the cultural misunderstanding and his emotional confession, it was still hard. I couldn’t help but notice it straining against his belly. It was so cute and small. My tentacles itched to curl around it, working it until he cried out in pleasure...
Jaeyoung was quiet, his brows slightly furrowed. By now I recognized that look on his face as being deep in thought. I waited for him to speak.
“I should put that on,” he suggested, but his words were slow and hesitant, like he didn’t believe them.
“You do not have to,” I said.
“If walking around with an erection is a signal to every Maeleon in the village that I want sex, I’d like to avoid that.”
And yet, he still didn’t reach for the onesie.
I regarded him closely. His cheeks were flushed, his dark eyes glossy. His body leaned in my direction. He looked like he craved something but wouldn’t admit it.
“Jaeyoung,” I said. “If I am your so-called ‘therapist,’ then please tell me your true feelings.”
He chuckled. “Well, you’re not supposed to do this with your therapist.”
“Do what?”
He swallowed, the slope of his throat bobbing. “I...” He paused to bite his lip. “God, this is difficult. How does anyone do it?”
I held his gaze. I already knew he felt safe with me—I only had to give him patience and the space to finish his sentence.
Finally, Jaeyoung blew out a sharp breath and blurted out, “I want you to touch me.”
7 / Jaeyoung
There. I did it. I confessed my true desires.
Now what?
The next few seconds went by in slow motion. As my heart rate ramped to eleven, I watched Linn’ar’s feelers float into the air like released balloons—an unmistakable display of excitement. His magenta eyes gleamed, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks, and at that moment, he looked truly alien.
I swallowed hard. It felt like my racing heart was trapped, thumping against the confines of my throat.
My symptoms mirrored ones of fear, but I wasn’t scared. I was eager.
Way more eager than I thought I’d be for a huge, muscular alien to touch me.
Linn’ar wasn’t just any alien. He was... a friend. I trusted him. I couldn’t have asked this of anyone else. Only him.
But, as I reminded myself, there was no deeper meaning behind it. This was just an exploration of my base carnal desires. Humans used each other for sex all the time, and apparently, so did Maeleons. Sex and romance weren’t necessarily intertwined.
The burning heat in my face and the jittery nerves in my chest when Linn’ar leaned closer, casting a shadow over me—they were simply physiological responses. My body anticipated sex, so my temperature rose and my pulse sped up. That was it.
Fed up with my spiraling thoughts, I put down a firm mental block. No more thinking about emotions. I’d done enough of that for one day. I just wanted to enjoy the ride.
Linn’ar wordlessly put his hands on my shoulders and they roamed down my sides. That earned a shiver from me.
I wasn’t a virgin. Back in college, I had sex once, maybe twice, but they weren’t memorable experiences. I barely remembered their faces. Hell, I was probably intoxicated—not on alcohol, but on lack of sleep. You put enough high-strung med students together and anything is bound to happen.
But Linn’ar’s touch was memorable. As his dark green hands slid over my skin, they seemed to ignite me. I imagined tiny flames sparking over my sides in the wake of his caress. I sucked in a breath and shakily released it.
We were alone in the field, far enough from the village that our sounds wouldn’t carry. That eased my worries about being heard. I didn’t have to hold back. I could let go for once.
If I knew how.
Linn’ar’s tentacles grasped my shoulders and pushed me gently onto the ground. The blue-green grass was cool against my hot skin. It felt silkier than the grasses on Earth.
He hovered on top of me, so wide and powerful that he blocked out the sun. I suddenly realized the vulnerable position I was in—naked and alone with a powerful alien who could do anything to me.
Why did that send an electric jolt down my spine?
I panicked. I shut that urge down. Losing control wasn’t an option. That was something I didn’t do.
The frazzled thoughts disappeared as Linn’ar stroked my lower body. I sighed, letting my head fall back against the ground. If it weren’t for the twitching of my cock, it would almost feel like a massage.
