DIONNE
I wipe a frustrating tear with the back of my wrist, gritting my teeth in pain.
The alien has been gone all day. I lit the fire and picked up his tools as soon as he left. With a shard of glass, I tried to make a makeshift microscope, wetting it to alter the perspective. It didn't do much good.
While I was handling the tools, I burned my hand. Blisters are already developing. I was so nervous about the alien finding me messing with his things that I also cut myself on the jagged glass.
There is so much I have to do. I need smaller pliers, and a forge to faster melt the alloy. I need—
I shoot up from the stool when the doors barge open. The alien is back like a storm, heavy boots pounding on the wooden boards, cloak hanging from his broad shoulders and casting a shadow that strains for me. His eyes are bright like a forest fire and strong puffs of air come from his chest.
He's back and caught me red-handed again. I know it's dangerous to keep pissing this male off by using his property, but I need to fix the device to speak with him. I'm not one to hide in a shed and hope to be saved.
He closes the door and begins to undress. The cloak comes off first, then his weapon, then his boots. His burned trews stay on, although they do nothing to shield me from the memory of what lurks between those thick thighs.
He's angry again; focused entirely on me instead of his bleeding arm.
He is so grand that I don't think any door, any portal, could protect me from his reach. I fear him, but I'm also concerned, because he hasn't hurt me although I've trespassed and misused his things. Even when his cocks hardened for me, he didn't force himself on me. I don't want him to be hurt. I want to help him treat his bleeding arm, but my feet are heavy with dread.
He goes into the kitchen, removing the lid of a large barrel and scooping a cup of water. Then, he closes the distance between us, and he stands right where he did when I met his cocks.
The fire burns brightly beside us, and my body warms with awareness. Alien or not, he's an attractive, agile male. I don't understand his tongue, but his deep voice speaks of his strength, and those enormous cocks are a nod to his virility.
There are many weapons in this farm, but he is the deadliest.
He extends a hand slowly, as if not wanting to alert me. Then, he opens his hand and reveals a small pouch. His free hand holds the cup, and I take it he wants me to consume whatever this is.
He pays the fire no mind, more interested in handing me the pouch.
I hesitate before accepting it and looking inside. There's a small ball in there, crushed to the size of a capsule. It's pink in color and odorless. Who knows what this thing is? It's not like I can ask him.
I shake my hand, and he sighs. He goes to my makeshift table and picks up my device. My heart jolts, because I know that with a squeeze of his fist, the device would pulverize.
He takes the pouch from me and levels both hands, signaling that they are even. At least that's what I'm assuming he's saying.
His expression is more intense than ever before. He's watching me... with hopeful eyes. His arm is bleeding but he devotes his attention to me instead.
I don't know why this is so important to him, or what the hell this thing will do to me, but consuming this might be either the dumbest or smartest decision I make today.
With this device requiring months of experimentation and with Trey stuck in the shed, I'm leaning toward testing my luck and complying.
He extends his hands again, and I accept the pouch. I put the capsule in my mouth, staring at the fire and praying the capsule is either candy or a way to teleport back to Earth.
I toss it back with water, cringing at the sour taste. That was definitely not candy.
And then I look at him and wait for his expression to become wicked. The reveal that I've fallen into his clutches by swallowing the drug.
And I fall, alright. Pain in my stomach weakens my knees. Male arms come around me and through my pain, I notice how sturdy he is. I'm wrapped in power as my belly wraps a hell of pain.
I whimper, the burn and cut on my hands incomparable. I've tried to be strong the past few days, but I've met my limit.
I clench onto his forearm fearfully and look into his eyes that are devastated with worry.
What did he give me?
-•-
It was a long night. I don't remember much of it. The pain was merciful and made me pass out twice. The second time, I didn't awake until the morning.
I'm on his bed. My clothes are sticking to my sweaty body, and my lips are dry. I remember mumbling endlessly last night. Foreign words I didn't understand although they came from my very chest.
I swing my legs off the bed and sit up, fighting the nausea that rolls in my belly. I rise, and right as I find my footing, a familiar face appears at the entrance.
"Great," I grumble. "Are you back to drug me or flash your huge dicks again?"
"Neither," he responds, and I nearly jump out of my fucking skin when I understand the words.
I lift a hand to my mouth and notice a bandage wrapped around my wounds.
"You... understand me?"
Of course he does. I'm speaking his language! Oh, fuck. I wasn't ready for this. This is way above my pay grade.
"About my cocks," he says, taking a step forward. "I apologize. It is hard to control them."
Them. He sounds like he's speaking about his bratty kids, not his twin dicks.
I gape at the well-endowed, polite alien. Sure, he drugged me, but I took the risk.
"Uh, it's cool."
He pulls a blanket from the nearby table and steps dangerously close to wrap it around me. Then, his hands grip my biceps to keep the cloth in place.
Can he feel my heart beating?
Realizing that he thinks I'm cold, I change my wording. "Don't worry," I say, looking at the ground because his intense eyes threaten to knock me out again. "They didn't offend me." I glance down at his groin, only to realize how inappropriate that is. "I can... repair the damage."
He groans and steps back. "I'm tempted, but I don't think that's a good idea."
"I meant your pants! I can stitch the holes that were burned into... what am I saying?" I run a frustrated hand through my hair and take a shaky breath. "Trey and I need help returning home. If you help us get back, I'll compensate you. Pants, food, gold, whatever you need."
His language tastes weird in my mouth, it will take a while to get used to speaking.
"Where did you come from, female?"
"Call me Dee. And I'm from Earth, a small planet in the Milky Way. Sounds familiar?"
He crosses his arms over his chest. "A planet made of milk? Well, that explains why your young are so pale."
What is he talking about? Did his language not properly compute in my brain?
"What young?"
"The violent boy in the shed. The one that shook you."
I almost laugh. "You mean Trey? He isn't a boy. We are both adults."
The room darkens, and for the first time since I landed here, I truly fear this man.
There are no more words as he turns and marches out, taking a knife from the kitchen as he storms toward the shed with me at his heels.
He's out for blood.
I'm still disoriented as I chase him.
"Wait, no!" I pant.
He kicks the shed's door open, and by the time I get there, I find him pinning Trey to the dusty wall.
Trey's hair is disheveled and his clothes dirty. The bag of meat he was given lies empty on the table.
"Dionne, help me!" He shrieks, eyes electric with panic.
"Please let him go!"
"He must pay for attacking you!" He stabs the knife beside Trey's head, and the violent thud nearly makes me puke.
"Please! I don't want revenge."
He glances at me, and then his menacing scowl returns to Trey. He pulls a bicep back, and rams it into his gut.
Trey collapses on the ground, groaning and coughing.
"He will hunt his own food, find his own shelter like a grown man."
I tremble. "But he doesn't know how to hunt."
"You hunted for him and I gave him rations. Enough of that. If he can't use a knife to kill, then perhaps he can shake the beasts to death since he seems to be so good at that."
He steps over Trey, not giving him a second glance.
"Dee."
He says my name, and my heart stops.
"You have questions to answer. I don't know why you're on my territory, but I will take care of you from now on."
My heart stutters. "But why would you want to do that?"
"I'm the one asking questions, Dee from Milky Way. Here is the first: are you married?"