"I'm such a pervert," Ver chided herself as she moved away from Zylar while he seemed very much focused on his erection. He was gazing at it like it would go down if he did so. She had to stop herself from reaching out and helping him.
Meanwhile, Zylar was having the biggest crisis of his life. His Rhun was stretching on his trousers like it wanted out; it was acting like it had its own life. Getting frustrated, he finally released it from its confines, making Bero shout.
He looked at his human in confusion. It avoided looking at him as it kept on muttering things he didn't understand.
"What is he doing!?" Ver said to herself as she turned away to look at the dark forest. Anything other than his alien dick. It was embarrassing. He suddenly pulled his pants down, flashing. If this were Earth, then she would have been sure that this was done on purpose, but Zylar? From the brief glimpse of his face, she realized that it was not so for him. He seemed clueless about what he just did and her reaction to it.
Of course, he was clueless. He was an alien, for God's sake. He had no social cues or modesty like people on earth. He didn't cover his upper body, not that he should with how immaculate it is for the eyes, but still! His life and world were totally different from hers.
"Bero..."
She slowly turned, hearing him call her. Ver fought hard for her eyes to remain on his face rather than going down, "Bero…'' His voice was so sensual and so desperate that it tugged her heartstrings. More like her horny strings.
Ver felt disgusted by herself. She was behaving like some sort of sex maniac. But how could she not? Zylar was a treat to the eyes. The man had kept her safe in this unfamiliar place, fed her, made this tree platform, and was marvelous at kissing...again! Again her mind was going into the gutter. This planet was making her feel things she hadn't felt in the longest.
Back on Earth, the only thing she had been worried about was survival. Ignoring her mother's constant belittling, her half-sister's cruel pranks, and the constant hard work she had done to keep her fiancé happy had worn her down to tatters. Sometimes, she felt bad for using Rick as her plan for escaping her house, which in turn affected her intimacy with him. It felt like a chore having sex with him, which had always made her guilty. Maybe that was also why he gave up on her and chose her sister? He dated her out of obligation, and she continued the farce of a relationship with marriage in mind to get out of her forsaken town.
There was no love involved for either of them. No wonder he left her. Ver started to acknowledge her faults now that she was far away from that place. She was out of their lives and free from constant vigilance and fear.
For once, she felt a calm feeling occupy her when she went through all her tangled thoughts and came to a final conclusion to let her past go. That made her look at Zylar. She really looked at him this time. It was impulsive, Ver wanted to touch him, so she did.
Zylar felt his breath hitch when Bero came near him. His human once again settled on his lap, this time directly on his core.
Ver stretched her hand to caress his face. He leaned against her palm with reverence in his gaze. She pressed her lips against his and just as quickly moved away, making him frown.
He didn't know why Bero pulled away. He liked the way his human met his lips with its own soft ones. It made him feel things he had never felt before. The warmth, the softness, and Bero's taste were addicting. But before he could complain, his human did something even more spectacular.
She removed her altar dress and tossed it aside. Her bare skin slightly shuddered due to the wind, making her nipples pebble.
"Zylar…'' Ver appreciated the way he looked at her. As soon as she went bare, all his attention was focused on her. The way his eyes traced her like he had seen something wonderful made her feel proud as a woman. Instead of shying away from her nakedness, she confidently presented herself to the man in front of her. There was no one here to judge her, no one to give her a holier-than-thou speech just because she expressed her sexuality, and no one would call her a whore here. Not Zylar.
He didn't speak her language, and she didn't understand a word he said. Every burden, every worry about getting judged, was stripped away just like she did with her dress.
Zylar was left shocked as he took in Bero's bareness. He already knew his human was different compared to him, but never had he imagined it was to this extent. He raked his eyes along its supple-looking body. The soft curves and the slight protuberance of her chest stirred his Rhun. He should have felt appalled by seeing something so different, but how could he when the sight in front of him was the most beautiful he had ever seen? Something wild inside him seemed to wake up every time he saw Bero. Like he was feeling alive for the first time in his life.
He didn't care anymore about his impending death. The control he held as a warrior seemed to disappear whenever it came to his human. He didn't care anymore even if he died; all he wanted to do was touch Bero.
As though hearing his inner plea, Bero held his wrist before bringing it to the part that interested him the most. His fingers sank against her softness without any effort on his part. His human closed its eyes as it guided him to massage the supple globes.
That was all it took for Zylar to take charge. He urgently pulled her against him, her naked body flushing against his torso. The tension created by their contact made both of them shiver in pleasure. As he had already freed his Rhun from his trousers, Bero's naked center pressed directly on it, giving him a thrill like no other.
Ver ground her hips on him, enjoying how his dick rubbed against her clit. Wetness gathered in her core, making it easier for her to move on his length.
Zylar was feeling something, but he didn't even know what it was. The way his Rhun touched Bero felt too intimate to even describe. His human differed even here; Bero didn't have Rhun like him but instead had a part that was as beautiful as his soft alien was. Bero was a delight to behold; everything about his human was fascinating. He didn't even mind dying anymore; he was sure that none of his kind would ever experience something this good before their death.
"Ugh…" He groaned, drowning in the heat his human had incited in him. Bero hugged him as it moved faster now, bouncing on top of him. Zylar held back from howling like a beast. His humans' every move pushed him to the edge and tested his patience. More… He wanted to do more. Something inside him was calling out to do more, to seek more. But what more could he get? What else would feel better than this? He had no answers for those questions, so he looked at Bero in disarray. Begging his alien to solve this burning desire inside him.
When Ver briefly opened her eyes, this was what she saw. Her alien was looking at her; no, he was pleading to her with his gaze. So much so that it burned her from within. Her femininity was satisfied with the way she was making this strong man feel. The one who had killed a beast twice his size was being vulnerable for her. Her alien warrior had lost to her. The trauma she had gone through and the long day she had till now had reduced her thinking to nothing but the current moment. Ver wanted to forget everything else and indulge herself in Zylar.
Her pupil dilated in lust. She pressed her lips against his and started to kiss him passionately. Zylar responded in kind and kissed her back. He learned it very quickly and even overwhelmed Ver, which left her gasping when he pulled away. She smiled when she felt him rubbing his face against her cheek.
His face brightened when he saw Bero's lips tilt up. He mimicked her actions, wanting to get closer to her. His human seemed to always do this action whenever it was content. Zylar's chest clenched whenever it did that, and yet he didn't want Bero to stop it.
Ver kissed his cheek, making him smile. He was such a handsome man. And yet, she wasn't ready to take the final step. It felt wrong to do it on the spur of the moment. Zylar didn't deserve that. He had taken care of her from the moment she landed here, and that was what she would do.
Her waist moved in a rhythm, working his dick. Zylar dug his fingers into her hips as Ver continued wanting to bring him to climax while also chasing her own.