Jasmin/The Alien's Liar part 10

ALDREK

This is the most frustrating woman ever.

I sit on the edge of the tub, plucking shards of glass out of my foot. My ears are tuned into the outside, checking if the father of fire has returned to my territory. I nearly killed him.

Having a trespasser on my land usually irritates me, but today, I became rabid. It’s because of her. Jasmin. The thought of another man coming to take her away made me want to set the world on fire. This is not healthy; not normal of me. I am not the type to get attached to people or items. That’s why I live in this raggedy cabin all alone. Now, my inner fire has latched onto Jasmin. I’d sooner give away my fortune than let her go; an alarming thing for a father of fire to say because we are materialistic males.

The idea of watching her walk away makes my stomach twist. Not much makes me sick because I swam in blood and fire for so long that I became unphased by it. Being alone used to bring me peace. Now, it’s daunting.

I don’t know when this attraction formed. She has only been here for mere days, but I’m already excited about exploring more with her. The only excitement I thought I’d ever feel for a woman was in my cock, but it’s different with Jasmin. I like her gentle voice, the silly tales of her planet, and the warmth of her smooth skin. Every day is new. My daily cycle has been broken.

I finish pulling the shards out and rinse my foot. Then, I rip a strip off a shirt and wrap it around. When I walk to the kitchen, I find Jasmin cleaning the mess I made on the floor.

“Leave it,” I order.

I bought the alcohol because I realized that something was wrong. I was acting out of character, and needed to feel like my old self. Now, I’ll have to discard the bottles. She looked so afraid when I dropped one. I never want to see that fucking expression on her face again.

“Listen…” I should tell her I didn’t mean what I said, right? Or should I not say anything at all? Fires, I’m not good at this communication nonsense!

“I did not mean to insult you earlier. I wasn’t telling you to leave.”

She blinks. “I get it.”

Does she? I don’t want her to think I want her to vanish.

I clear my throat. For the first time in years, I don’t know what to do. I’m not in control of the situation.

“Good, then. Continue reading.”

Well done, Aldrek. Command her to do your bidding after losing your temper. That will surely make her feel comfortable. You fool.

“I don’t want to read anymore.”

What am I supposed to do now? How do I fix this? The only things I know will please females are jewels and orgasms, and although I would gladly offer both, I don’t think she’s interested.

“Well, do you want to…” I hesitate. How do I make her cheery again?

When she frowns, I ask, “what?”

“Well, usually you don’t chat so much with...”

“Fine!” I walk away, feeling like an idiot. This is a frustrating process. I don’t even know what the fuck I want from her. A fast, wild rut? Is that it?

I go outside and climb on the roof with my toolbox. I patch the hole in the roof that has been leaking, appreciating how the hard work keeps me busy.

In the distance, I can see the fires of the town. I usually visit it every two months when I run out of supplies, but now I’m wondering if Jasmin would enjoy it. There’s only so much she can do locked in my cabin.

What am I going to do with her? She either stays or leaves, and both options sound dreadful.

I climb down from the roof, my injured foot protesting. I pay it no mind. I’ve suffered worse injuries.

Back inside the cabin, I find Jasmin pacing back and forth while flipping through the book. Something grabs my attention. The cream-colored tunic she wears… is tucked between her bottom cheeks. The crease is extremely distracting.

I clear my throat.

Her worried eyes find mine. “Are you getting sick again? You’ve been doing that a lot.”

“No. Your…” I point at her shirt. “It’s stuck.”

She looks down. “What?”

I close the distance between us, reach behind her, and pluck her shirt out.

She looks horrified. “Did you just… pick my wedgie?”

Now I’m the one that looks horrified. Have I offended her yet again? Is it part of her culture to have her clothing creased? This is possible. After all, her people have proven themselves to have perplexing customs like creating dozens of gods and godesses.

Determined to correct my slight, I reach beneath her ass, pinch her skirt, and pull it back to where it was.

She gasps and arcs her back when my fingers skim the back of her bare thighs. The most mesmerizing thing happens. Her skin rouses with bumps, and her nipples peak.

She likes my touch.

My greedy fingers dip into the back of her thighs. When I approached her, my intentions had been innocent, but now that I’m so close to her, I’ve transformed from man to dragon.

By nature, I love glittery, shiny treasure, and I’m practically salivating at the one between her thighs.

Her eyes flicker to my lips. I lean closer, breathing hot air, warning her that once I erupt with fire, she’ll be branded as mine.

I can hear her heart, smell the change in her scent. Those big, dirt-colored eyes of hers are more precious than the earth of holy mountains.

I lean closer, my fingers digging deeper into the supple fat of her thighs. Then, our lips touch, and my inner fire sparks. Her lips are as warm and soft as the rest of her. I can’t help but be ferocious. I’ve held back for too long. I’m tired of pretending that she’s the one that touches me in her sleep.

My lips twist and turn, my tongue sweeping inside. She keeps up with my hunger, her little hands fisted on my chest. I wrap my tongue around hers to give her a preview of what I’d do to her cunt.

But then she turns her head at a wrong angle, and her top teeth scrape my bottom lip. I pull back and watch her expression morph from haziness to the realization of horror.

“I… I’m so sorry!” she covers her mouth. “I wasn’t sure where to go.”

I’ve shared a few kisses with females before, and they were all experienced. Jasmin is not.

“It’s alright.” I stand straight and pull my hands away.

She falls apart before me, anxiously wiggling her hands and biting her lip. Her mind is running faster than a falling star.

“I…”

“It’s fine,” I repeat.

She owes me no explanation. I already consider myself a lucky bastard now that I’ve kissed her. I’ll cherish the memory of her taste and imagine those lips around my cock when I beat the frustration out of it.

“I’m just really careless. I wanted to prove that I’m not useless. That I can help my friend, but...”

There is more to her rant than the kiss. She’s deprecating herself for other reasons, but I understand because I have my own demons.

“Don’t call yourself those things.”

That’s the end of that. I’ve dug myself into a deeper hole, because now I’m not only attracted to her voice, but her taste. I should bash my head into the nearest wall. The kiss was a mistake.

She can’t bear to look at me now. Her lips are pursed, like she’s trying to crush the memory of the kiss.

I need to fix this. I need to distract both of us from what I’ve done.

“Tomorrow, you will go to the market with me.”

She nods mutely, as if not registering my words.

Was I supposed to ask instead of command? Fires. I am not good at any of this.

I walk away. I need to check that the intruder left my territory, and I need to hunt.

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a/n: They kissed! And he can’t wait for a blowjob!

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