Jasmin / The Alien's Liar part 5

ALDREK

This is the worst prostitute ever.

I shuffle on the chair, unable to get comfortable because the cursed thing is too small for my body. My eyes linger down the hall where that tiny female is lying on my bed. I wonder if she was able to climb the platform alone. It’s too tall for her. Should I go help her? Fuck if I know.

I scowl. I’m good at surviving. I hunt, build, and fight. Surviving this soft, short stranger is a different story. I wasn’t built for this. Her tears split me open. They made me so uncomfortable I’d rather rip my wings off before dealing with another one of her breakdowns.

What the fires is she doing in my land in the middle of a storm, anyway? My territory is not easy to navigate. There are miles upon miles of land claimed by nature. I’m surprised she didn’t get lost and mauled by a beast.

The very thought agitates me. I never thought I’d be the protector type. The few times I’m with someone, it’s usually a male doing business. They can handle demeanor, but I can’t be aggressive with this female because that would make her cry.

I lean forward and press my elbows on my knees. My wings expand impulsively. I feel trapped.

She came out of the blue. When did humans join the sex industry on this planet? I only seek the warmth of a woman once or twice a year, so I’m not surprised that I’m only now hearing of this.

Thunder roars outside, and I feel the same within my chest. This was supposed to be a business transaction. The beautiful female shares her warmth, and I pay her for her time. When did my attraction go from lust to something far more dangerous?

She has to go. She makes me think too hard, and the world burns down whenever I get lost in my head.

I don’t sleep that night. I tune into the splatter of the rain and my bedroom, but no sound comes from it. She must have fallen asleep. My blankets will now smell of her.

In the morning, I make breakfast for two. I give the human the same portion of meat I have, hoping it will resume her vertical growth. Is she this tiny because of malnutrition? She barely reaches the middle of my chest.

I set the plates on the table. There is not much in my kitchen. Only one tree stump I use for a seat and a hand-crafted table. There’s a pile of bottles on one side and on the other is the fireplace I cook my meals on.

The food is cooling, and the human has yet to appear.

My footsteps are heavy as I try to give her a head start to get herself together. I knock on the door with a fist, accidentally hitting it too hard.

“Come!”

Seconds later, the wooden door creaks open. She stands there, hair messy, cheek lined with lines, eyes wide and so full of innocence they make my skin crawl.

I’d rather it rain for five years and five months than see rain on her face ever again.

“Food,” I grumble. Fires, it feels weird to use my vocal chords. After months of living in silence, I forget what I sound like.

Her eyes widen further when sees her plate of food. “I can’t finish…”

“Eat. Now.”

I watch her small hand get dwarfed by my large eating utensils. I hate how I notice such small things about her.

Disgruntled, I sit on the chair by the door and shove my mouth full. I clear my plate, and although it takes a while, she eats most of hers.

“We need to talk. How did a human end up working in the sex field?”

“It’s a long story.”

My eyes narrow. I suspect this topic is sensitive to her, but I’ll let it go for now since it will probably make her cry again.

“I have things to do. Stay here and don’t touch anything.” I kick my boots off, shrug my shirt off, and walk outside.

Working on the land always takes my mind off things. Last night, debris landed on the roof. I need to clear the branches before they block the fireplace. Chopping wood will have to wait until the rain stops.

I clear the debris, noting the damage on the roof tiles. I build this cabin years ago in my late teenage years. I was shorter and inexperienced then. Now I’ve outgrown the cabin. The corridors are too narrow for my shoulders, and the door frames too low. This was supposed to be a temporary residence, but I never cared to expand. My treasure is buried deep beneath the house, unused and forgotten. I have no need for a large estate because I have no female or hatchlings to fill it with.

For my last task, I shift to my greater form and fly around my land. I make patrolling rounds once a day, but now that the female is here, I’ll have to do it twice.

I return to my cabin and go straight to the bedroom to rip my trousers off. I change into dry trousers and note how the blankets are tidy on my bed. Why would she fold them if she’s only going to get back on them tonight? How peculiar.

I come closer, and one sniff confirms my fears. The room reeks of her gentle smell.

I find her right where I left her, hands folded on the table. Her eyes fall to my exposed chest and she frowns. In this lighting, she can see it clearly.

She gags once, twice. I pull a bucket right as she empties her stomach. Her sounds of distress make my own stomach twist. After a few seconds, she covers her mouth and apologizes profusely.

“It’s fine.” I get up to dispose of the vomit. “I’ll put a shirt on.”

“Shirt?” She asks. “What…”

“To cover the scars. I don’t need them to make you sick again. I have no interest in your vomit.”

She looks horrified. “Oh, I don’t mean to offend you. It wasn’t your skin. It’s… I just ate too much. Excuse me.” She rushes to my bathroom to rinse her mouth.

The second she returns, I demand, “what do you mean you ate too much?”

“Well, you told me to eat it all, and I didn’t want to make you angry so—“

“I didn’t mean you need to force yourself!”

The boom of my voice makes her wince, and  I realize I scared her. This is what happens with me. This fire within me eats away at my control.

Disgusted with myself, I step back into the rain, taking the bucket with me. I toss it with all my strength, and it flies yards before crashing into the ground.

I glare at the skies. The sooner the rain stops, the sooner she goes away. I can’t have her here because all I do is scar her. She’ll be safe once we’re apart.

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