I look over at Raahosh.
He glances at me, then calmly turns a piece of meat over with the tip of his knife, cooking the other side. It’s clear he isn’t paying attention to my talk, which just further emphasizes that he’s not one of the aliens that got the language zap. Doesn’t surprise me – unfriendly bastard probably didn’t want a wife.
“So he doesn’t speak English,” I breathe, twisting my hands in the ropes. “I’m sure you can communicate with him somehow, Liz. Just use your brain.”
I think for a moment. It’s an old southern saying that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Too bad I’m all piss and vinegar, but I’ll try to be honey for a moment. “Hey, Raahosh?” My voice is sweet as sugar.
He stills next to the fire at the sound of his name. His eyes narrow.
I lift my hands and gesture at them as best I can. “Wanna take these off for me? I promise I won’t behave but you don’t know that, do you?” I keep my smile encouraging. “Nice alien. Good alien. Come free the nice human.”
He blinks.
I lift my hands again and give a wiggle on the furs. The movement causes my nipples to rub against the fabric of my tunic, and…oh shit. I have to bite back the moan that threatens to escape me.
I am so freaking aroused. Stupid cootie.
I press my thighs together tightly, willing the thing to stop drumming a beat in my chest. Stop, I tell it. Stop it right now. Eventually it calms down, and I look at Raahosh again. He’s gathering the cooked pieces of meat into a small pouch and then moves over to my side.
“Free me, Raahosh?” I nod at my hands.
In response, he stuffs a piece of charred meat into my mouth.
“I really hate this guy,” I say as I chew aloud. “Can’t make lemonade when the lemon’s such a huge dick.”
He simply shoves another piece into my mouth, oblivious to my misery.
• • •
After I finish eating, I fall back asleep despite the ties, and when I wake up, it’s dark outside. The fire’s banked but still giving off low light, and it’s rather toasty warm despite the howling snow coming from outside the cave mouth.
Raahosh is gone.
So are the binds on my wrists and feet.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I feel better after my second nap, most of my aches and pains gone. I don’t know where the others are, though, and I wonder why it’s just Raahosh and me. I can’t even ask him. Was this part of the plan? I can’t think so, because I picture the newly awakened human girls trying to cope with being split off from the group and paired away with a stranger and I can’t imagine anyone thought this was a good idea.
“Hello?” I ask.
The cave is silent, near dark. I’m by myself.
For a moment, I think about escaping. Just running away and giving a big fuck-you to Raahosh. But I’m not an idiot. I have no idea where I am, or where he’s taken me. I know nothing about this planet and even if he’s a dick? He’s my best chance at survival for right now.
But I am incredibly glad he’s gone for now…because I am so damn horny.
I don’t want to be. In fact, this should probably be my least sexy moment ever. I’m kidnapped by aliens, forced to eke out a living on an ice planet, and now I’m basically married to Mr. Tall, Dark, and Super Pissy.
Even as I think of Raahosh, though, the mental image makes my cootie start up. It begins to purr in my chest, jiggling my sensitized breasts and making my nipples rub against the thick fabric of the tunic.
I moan and fall back on the blankets.
This feels…way too good. It’s not fair.
My hand slides under my tunic and I cup my breasts. Oh God, they ache so badly. I feel hollow between my legs, too. I need sex, and I need it badly.
And the only guy around is Raahosh of the tall, lean body and permanently scowling face.
Gee, thanks cootie. Thanks a lot.
I imagine Raahosh again, though, and my hand slides under my skirt.
My pussy is soaked, my curls wet and slick with need. The lips of my sex feel swollen and achy, and when I graze my fingers over my clit, it’s so sensitized that I nearly come right then and there. I moan aloud, and begin to finger myself.
Maybe a quick masturbation session while Raahosh is gone is just what I need to keep the cootie under control. Even as I tell myself that, the mental image of Raahosh fills my mind and I imagine his muscular, tapered shoulders bared as he leans in over me. I imagine his firm, unsmiling mouth pulling back in a hiss of pleasure as he sinks into me and we start to fuck.
Great, now I’m masturbating to the alien. I’m going to blame the cootie for this, too. I don’t like the guy. I don’t.