Yes, I’m tough and yes I like to fight but that doesn’t mean that words don’t hurt. It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be a lady. It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be beautiful.
My nerve endings are tingling and my heartbeat starts to pound as I watch him. He really thinks I’m beautiful. He’s not just being nice. He’s not saying it to make me feel better.
He truly believes it.
And it almost brings tears to my eyes.
“What else do you like about me?” I ask sheepishly as my cheeks heat up.
His rugged smooth face breaks out into a wide smile. His eyes are gentle and warm. How did I not see it before?
Probably because he was chasing me with his cock sticking out. Yup, that’s why.
He traces his bottom lip with his finger as he looks at me. I’m so dirty right now. Caked in mud and dirt, my hair is a mess, my breath smells like I just woke up from a coma. God, I miss showers.
But he doesn’t seem to mind. His lips part as he studies me.
“Your breasts make the virile Cookie Monster’s cock as hard as the sentra rock,” he says, staring at my chest.
I shake my head even though I’m secretly flattered. “Not like that. Say more romantic things,” I say, urging him on.
“Remove your clothes and the powerful Cookie Monster will drink the sweet nectar from your divine culip and tell you how beautiful it is,” he says, staring between my legs.
I quickly cross my legs and lift up my hand. “Alright,” I say in a stern voice. “That’s enough of that.”
His shoulders drop and he turns back to the food which is burning over the fire. My pulse is still racing as his words swirl around in my head.
Nobody has ever complimented my breasts before. My pectoral muscles are big and bulky and have swallowed my small tits. I have been teased and tormented about them, but never complimented.
I’m almost tempted to show them to him.
Change topics, Rolanda. You’re not fooling around with an alien. And even if you do, you desperately need a bath first.
“Can you take me to see Avery?” I ask as he focuses on the meat cooking over the fire.
He nods, looking up at me with a cute smile. “Cookie Monster can,” he says, looking happy to please me. “That is where Cookie Monster and his Rolanda are going.”
I sigh in relief. I can’t wait to see her. I’ve never wanted to see someone so bad in my entire life.
“How far is it?”
“Two sleeps away,” he says. “Three if you can’t keep up with the fast Cookie Monster’s swift strides.”
I straighten my back, narrowing my eyes at him. “Oh, I can keep up.” I hate being told what I cannot do. Whenever someone tries to put their limitations on me, I become obsessed with trying to prove them wrong.
“Avery is in the village?” I ask, settling back down.
“Yes,” he says with a nod, “with Turic.”
“Who?” I ask, jerking my head back.
“The mighty Turic is the Saku Avery’s mate.”
A laugh rips out of me. She has her own blue sex toy. She gave in.
But as I watch him working over the fire with the orange reflection mixed with the dark shadows playing on his blue skin and muscular shoulders, my laughter fades.
“Why did you call her a Saku?” I ask, biting my bottom lip. “What does it mean?”
I hold my breath waiting for his reply, hoping that it doesn’t mean beautiful or sexy. I like him using those words only for me.
“She is the one,” he explains, his face lighting up as he talks. “The one that the prophecy speaks of. The one to kill all of the many fanged beasts of Zandipor.”
I can’t help but giggle. “Avery?” I say, staring at him in disbelief. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
These blue guys don’t look like geniuses but even they must be smart enough to see that a hundred and fifty-pound earthling girl who has never left the city in her life is no match for a planet full of dinosaurs.
But he’s not laughing.
“The brave and divine Avery has already slain two many fanged beasts,” he explains. “Probably more since Cookie Monster left the village.”
This I have to see. She didn’t seem so brave and divine when she was running away screaming from the T-Rex that we ran into.
“You’re talking about Avery?” I’m clearly confused. The paste is clearly making me hallucinate all of this. “Brown hair, this tall, sarcastic as they come, never shuts up?”
“Yes,” he responds with no hint of dishonesty on his face. “She is the leader of the village. The mother of the Drandroka tribe.”
I throw my head back as a booming laugh roars out of my mouth. Avery? Leading a village of powerful blue warriors? I have to see this.
I guess I didn’t give that chick enough credit. I thought that if you tossed her to the wolves she would be torn apart. Instead, she comes back leading the pack. Still, I won’t believe it until I see it.
“What about Mandy?” I ask, less hopeful about her. “Is she still alive?”
He shrugs. “The Drandroka are searching for her. If she is alive, they will find her.”