Page 46 of Alien Peacock

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“One of my favorites here,” Arelion agrees. “I’ve come at least once to Gigori just to look at that and be reassured.”

Imagine that. The hyper-confident peacock-like ruler of a whole planet sometimes needs to strengthen his confidence. It only makes me like him more.

I grab his hand and squeeze. “I’m sure you will be the best ruler of your planet. I know what it feels like to be on a planet that’s under bad repression, and it’s worth a great deal of sacrifice to get out of that.”

He squeezes me back and fixes me with his intense gaze. “Some even prepare to make the ultimate sacrifice for what they believe in.”

I meet his gaze without flinching. “Sometimes that’s what it takes.”

He nods thoughtfully. “I think we will both accomplish our missions. Maybe together.”

We saunter up the spiral’s mild incline. I like his warm hand around mine, glad he can take the time to show me alien art when he has a planet to save. I guess we both need a little bit of downtime after these intense few days.

The next sculpture seems to be floating in thin air. It clearly depicts two humanoid creatures tightly entwined and embracing, but the shapes are fluid and impossible to pin down as they keep changing, slowly twisting as if in some kind of ecstasy. Their bodies are merged in a harmonious union, full of warm light. There are no recognizable body parts, so it’s too abstract to be pornographic. But still it’s the best depiction of passionate lovemaking I’ve ever seen, capturing the emotional part perfectly.

I immediately feel its impact in my very center, and my hand clenches around Arelion’s. “That’s… very well made,” I rasp, my throat suddenly gone dry.

Arelion gives me a little smile. “Thank you.”

It takes me a couple of seconds to grasp it. Then I whirl around, astonished. “You mean…youmade this?”

He gives me a lopsided smile. “I enjoyed making sculptures in my youth. I had a teacher who encouraged me, and for a fleetingmoment I thought I had a talent for it. Much later, when I discovered Gigori and claimed it for Eo, I brought my favorite of the art I made. It’s preposterous to put it here, among therealworks of art. But I was never the shy type.”

“It’s incredible,” I gush sincerely. “You must have been very much in love when you made it.”

He chuckles. “It’s a fantasy, not a depiction of something real! We’re so pure when we’re young. So innocent! This is what I imagined it would be like to love someone.”

I discreetly send a glance to his middle. There’s definitely some twitching going on there.

The sculpture pulsates and writhes, the shapes changing and giving the impression that they’re giving each other great pleasure without ever quite reaching any kind of climax. The erotic tension just keeps rising.

Arelion places one hand on my back and lets it slide downwards.

I’m so highly strung with sensual tension that his cool touch feels like an electric shock, making me gasp.

“I know a better place to go,” he growls, voice hoarser than usual. “They must have finished inspecting the saucer by now.”

“They must,” I agree, suddenly needing more than just the touch of one big hand.

We quickly return to the living section of the asteroid. Arelion makes some comments to Virlu about needing rest, then finds an alien shipping crate that he lifts onto one shoulder before we quickly make our way back to the saucer. Being out of sight of the sculpture does nothing to dampen my arousal. I need him in me again.

We make our way to the room with the bonsai-like garden. Arelion opens the crate, takes out some big items I can’t identify, and before I know it there’s a big, red tent in the room. It’s domed and must have sleeping space for a good-size family.

“Are we going camping?”

“I’ve prepared a lot of equipment for my army for when I attack Buroteo,” he explains. “And it’ssoimportant to test it before it’s used. ‘Camping’ is not a bad word for it.”

I look inside. The walls are thick, and it looks comfortable. “That’s what we say in the Resistance, too. Everything must be tested. You never know what military equipment might be used for.”

He grabs me around the waist, lifts me off the ground, and carries me inside the tent. “I think this one will be put to a use that nobody’s thought of before.” He lays me down on the floor, which is soft like an air mattress.

There’s no reason to be coy about this. We both know what’s about to happen, and we both want it. I quickly pull off my jumpsuit and underwear, and Arelion gets rid of his boots and silvery pants. His alien cock stands skywards as he kneels in front of me,

I look up at him, the anticipation making me breathless.

He impatiently pushes my knees apart, spreading me open for him.

Giving me a quick glance to check that I’m fine with it, he dives into my dripping crotch with his mouth first, licking and sucking and creating some scandalous sounds.




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