Page 8 of Luring the Alien

He must have used something on me and made me horny. Otherwise, there’s no way I’d fall for his silly move. He has a cock. That’s all about it.

“What are you doing?” His eyes open and I flinch.

I’m still holding his arm and I’m halfway in moving him off me, but...

He flashes his teeth at me, but it isn’t a smile. “Are you trying to flee? Even though I’ve told you that we’re on my spaceship and there’s no place you can go?”

“Oh... No... I... I want to run to the washroom.”

“Ah... Sure.”

He sits up and stretches his arms. Maybe that’s from the soreness of laying in bed, or maybe he wants to flex his muscles at me.

He has perfectly chiseled back muscles and when he flexes, he makes for a pretty great view.

I silently kick myself. This isn’t the time to admire his figure. He kidnapped me! I should remember that instead of what he can do to me.

He gets off the bed and gestures for me to go with him. “I’ll show you where the washroom is.”

I suppose that’s fair. It isn’t like he’s going to let me wander around and accidentally go somewhere I shouldn’t.

There should be buttons to open the door and get outside of the spaceship. I won’t attempt to expose myself to the vacuum of space and who knows whatever radiation outside that may kill me within seconds, but if I’m left on my own...

Maybe I shouldn’t wander around on my own. I wouldn’t even trust myself to figure out the spaceship.

I get off the bed when he is standing there with his eyes closed and his arms folded. Maybe he is still sleepy and is trying to steal a brief moment for himself.

Isn’t he cute with that? I suppose he can tell me where the washroom is, then he won’t have to get out of bed.

He is standing there with his cock dangling between his legs. That huge monster seems to be the same size as when he was having a go with me, except it isn’t erected into that juicy angle.

No! I’m not supposed to be staring at his cock. Maybe that’s why he is standing with his eyes closed. He thinks that I’m going to stare at his cock and think that he is amazing or something.

He shudders and shakes his head. “Ah, sorry. Let’s get going.”

Now, he is pretending to know nothing about his little prank. Maybe he thinks I’d know nothing about that, except I see through that. He is a showy alien who thinks his cock is amazing, so amazing that he gets to do whatever he wants.

He has no intention of putting on trousers. Maybe he is going to walk around completely naked. I refuse to look at him. He isn’t looking at me, but making his way to the door.

If I refuse to look at him and he finds out about that, will he think that it’s because I’m too shy? Or maybe he will think that he caught me staring and I should turn my gaze elsewhere?

Maybe I should just walk like a normal person.

He arrives at the door and puts his hand on the wall to the side, searching for the obvious button. It takes him a few seconds before he finds it. I understand different species have different sensations about things, but he should be able to see in this room. Maybe he’s half-asleep again.

The door slides open, and we are back in the corridor again. He takes a few steps down the corridor, shakily.

On the walls, there are a few spots with display windows, as if I’m walking inside a museum. Inside the display boxes, there are pieces of minerals. The corridor is dim, but there is light inside those boxes.

I walk past one with a piece of rock the size of my fist. It is a black rock that looks like obsidian, but infused with some silver patches that aren’t the reflection of light. Maybe this rock is worth a lot and is part of his collection.

The next rock is red, looks like just a ruby. There is white light shining on it and...

I rub my eyes and take a step closer to the display window. There seems to be a weak glow of red from the stone. It looks like mist, but... That’s interesting.

Oof!

I bump into him. He shouldn’t have stopped without a warning.