(A/N: Aloha ❤️

And again I have to apologize for the delay. I'm so ashamed. However, I finally have a more spicy chapter for you, so already warn people who don't want to read explicit content to skip the ending.Let me know how you liked it ☺️)

Heading into the forest, you involuntarily enjoyed the beautiful weather. The spring explosion of flowers and bird crazes necessarily caught your attention, despite important matters on your mind. Everything smelled amazing, everything was wonderful, and every bud and butterfly that flew past you seemed the most beautiful in the world. Literally, like you were in love...

You giggled to yourself at the thought, just then Othiel appeared and you smiled even wider. He didn't look offended.

'Do you sometimes wander off, or do you keep an eye on us all the time?' you asked, amused.

'You, (y/n), I'm keeping eye on you.' He said, hugging you and you felt like you were about to melt. But you came to your senses, knowing that before you can get to the pleasant things, you need to clear up the unpleasant ones.

'Othie.' You pulled slightly away from him. 'I know you had... trouble yesterday after you left us.'

'It's nothing, don't worry about it.'

'I'm sorry about that.'

't's not your fault, don't apologize. Believe me, it's nothing. It can't affect what's between us, you don't have to think about it more. Even if all your people try to kill me, it won't matter much to me... Unless you decide otherwise.'

'Othiel, it worries me that they might have hurt you. Please don't underestimate this. You made a terrible fuss about my nose.'

He looked at you carefully. His goggles were pulled over his forehead, so you could see his eyes in all their glory. He looked content as if he really hadn't been affected by Vincent and his group action.

'(Y/n), you haven't seen the fuss I can do yet, but do you really value me that low to think those nestlings would be able to do something to me?'

'You can beat anyone by surprise.'

'Can we leave this subject? I thought we had other things to discuss...' he replied, running his fingers through a strand of your hair. You noticed that he has filed claws. You grabbed his hand and looked at him questioningly.

He's been with you long enough to understand what you mean by this look. 'You are a very delicate creature, I don't t want to hurt you unintentionally if we wanted to get closer...' he confessed without hesitation or even the slightest embarrassment.

You gulped. Apparently, since your last meeting, he had been thinking the same thing as you.

'Don't worry, (y/n),' he added quickly. 'I just feel that you want me...   I won't do anything against your will, it's not in my nature. As for my kind... males must be completely subservient to females, that's what I'm taught. Your every word is sacred to me, so no matter what, I will never oppose you. I may try to talk you into something, I may not agree with you, but that's it. I... chose you as my mate and I could not harm you in any way. Just the opposite. I must worship you and protect at all cost.'

'Hm... that explains a lot...' you muttered. 'That's why you're so obedient?'

He nodded. 'That's what I was taught.'

 'I wonder... have any females come with you here to Earth?'

 'No. Females don't fight when they don't have to.' he explained. 'Would you like to... walk with me? We could talk... '

'Sure.'

You walked slowly through the forest.

'How's your nose?' he asked.

'It hurts,' you admitted honestly. It was still slightly swollen, and you had a luxuriant hemorrhage under your left eye, so you must have looked wildly attractive.

Othiel took a jar from a small pocket on his belt and handed it to you. 'Use this. It will relieve pain and reduce swelling.'

You did as he instructed. You unscrewed the jar, but there was no ointment inside, just small bright green capsules.

'Crush one,' Othiel instructed, so you crushed the capsule and smeared it on your sore nose. The product was unnaturally cold, you actually felt relief after a while. 

'Thanks!' you exclaimed, handing him the medicine. 

He tilted his head to the side, looking at you intently. 'What about the females we brought to your hideout yesterday? How do they feel?'

You told him briefly about your conversation that morning and that you were worried about Daria.

'You've helped enough. You can do no more for them.'

'Bet, you're right.'

You sat down on a fallen log overlooking a small swampy forest valley. Thought you might see a moose feeding. Othiel sat down beside you.

'I wanted to ask you something,' you remembered. 'Yesterday's food-sharing action had some kind of second bottom, didn't it?'

He nodded. 'I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. In our society, only partners eat from one plate or one portion... that is, those who have chosen to be together. They may not yet be physically connected, but it's getting there... If a female wants to eat something from your portion, or share food or drink with you... You're very lucky because that means she chose you. Did not my behavior cause the effect? Isn't everyone convinced that we're a couple, or at least that I'm trying to be with you?'

'I can't say if everyone thinks so, but some really do...'

'I hope I've managed to scare off the competition.'

You snorted loudly. 'As if there were any.'

Othiel looked at you meaningfully. 'You are one of the few females without a partner in your group. Believe me, (y/n), some of these males would like to be with you very much.'

'What?'

'During dinner last night, I sensed a lot of different emotions about me, but also about you. Believe me, in your group, there are two lustful males who are mad at me.'

'Oh well. That's their problem.'

'I agree.' He looked at you investigatively 'Don't you want to know who they are?'

'Not necessarily... I'm more interested in how you feel about me...?" you said, looking into his eyes.

Othiel's eyes softened and his voice became more hoarse. 'You don't know yet?'

'It'll do you good to say them out loud, and at least I'll be sure.' You approached him with an encouraging smile.

'I want to be near you, preferably all the time, I want to hold you, make you happy, I want to see you smile the way you do now. I don't want any other male than me to exist for you, at lest not like this...' he replied, looking at you tenderly. 'I want to be yours. I don't know how to say it in your language...'

'I love you, would be enough.'

He shook his head. 'No, (y/n).... It's not what you call love. Trust me, it's much, much more... I should... explain it to you... but I don't know how. I don't want to scare you...'

'I don't know if anything else can scare me, so go ahead.'

Othiel smoothed the feathers on his head, trying to put his thoughts into words. 'It's very possible... we've met before,' he began.

'You mean at the church... that burning building, right?'

He hesitated but replied. 'No... much earlier... much, much earlier.'

You frowned. 'I do not recall.'

'I know, maybe your memory will come back soon because many memories came back to me not so long ago. The memories from the period when we were as close... even much closer than now. What unites us... what unites us is... beyond time.'

You looked at him confused. 'I guess I don't quite understand...'

'I don't know how to explain it without you thinking I'm crazy.' He looked at you helplessly, so you decided to ask something else.

'You're saying we used to be even closer than we are now, right?' You smiled widely. 'So that means we were lovers?'

He nodded.

'So it's safe?'

'Yes, but for now we can't get along in the full sense of the word. We can't connect.'

'You frowned. 'You mean penetration? But why if you say it's safe?'

'It's hard to explain, just trust me.' He brushed his fingers across your cheek. 'I'll do whatever you want. I think I can please you without using my dick.'

You giggled involuntarily but soon came to your senses. 'But wait, am I in danger if you use dick?' you asked, instinctively making quotation marks with your fingers in the air, but Othiel obviously didn't understand this gesture.

'In a way, yes, but not sickness or pregnancy, don't worry. I even have a special substance that neutralizes the effect of semen, but for now, please, let's hold back.' 

'Othiel... you can't be so secretive. You want me to trust you, but you're hiding something all the time... Please explain to me what threatens me after having sex with you?'

'It's complicated...' Othiel was clearly nervous, smoothing his ruffled feathers again. 'It's just that Roughskins couples mate for life. If you procreate with someone ... you exchange semen, because semen is also called a substance produced by female organs, then you can't be with anyone else. You can leave, but you won't find another partner. We feel whether someone is already connected or not...'

'Shit... that's a bit of a gimmick,' you muttered. 'But what about rape?' you asked, because it suddenly came to your mind and scared you a bit.

'With what?' Othiel did not understand.

'When someone forces another person to have sex,' you explained.

'Ah... something like this is very rare with us... it happened maybe a few times in history. Of course, in this case, the connection does not work, it does not form, due to the negative emotions accompanying this situation. It has to come from inside you first, then from your loins...'

You nodded. 'Interesting thing... Well, I understand your doubts now, maybe someday you'll want to find a Roughskin girlfriend...'

'(Y/n),' he cut you off immediately. 'Do you not understand? That's not what's stopping me. What brought us together... what I feel for you, happens rarely among my kin and only once in a lifetime. I won't look for anyone else, ever again. But... understand: you will be an open book for every Roughskin you meet.'

You finally realized it and your mouth dropped open in surprise. "They will know that we...? That you and me... That we are connected?'

'Yes. Right now, they'd be able to sense that there's something between us...'

'And how do you think they would react?'

'I'm not sure, so for now I'd rather wait for your safety.'

Maybe in a different situation, you would need time to digest these revelations, but at that moment you were too horny to care that much.

'Fine. I guess you're right,' you sighed, resigned to your fate. 'But there's one more thing that worries me. You don't mind that I've had sex with other men? Can't you feel it?'

'I'm not that sensitive to people, except for you, of course. Do not worry about it.'

'But if I had sex with some Roughskin earlier, we couldn't have been together?' 

'If another Roughskin would made the connection with you, believe me, it would not be dictated by the desire for momentary pleasure, as it is among humans, but by true feeling, he would not let you go so easily, and you probably wouldn't want to leave him either.'

You nodded your head thoughtfully. "So, in fact, you could find yourself a Roughskin mate and she wouldn't sense that you're connected with me?'

He shook his head. 'Like I said, Roughskins only get together once in a lifetime.' He looked at you tenderly. 'Don't worry about it, it's not worth discussing other options for events. Unless better.'

You ran your hand over his tail resting on the trunk next to you. He seemed to like the caresses very much because he purred softly. 'Now I understand how overwhelmed you must be by our customs.'

It got late. You had told your people you'd be back soon, but you didn't feel like leaving Othiel right now. Right when he was giving you such fascinating information.

'Can I spend the night with you?' you asked bluntly. 

'I would be honored. Do you want to go to the nest right now?' 

'Yes.' You got up and made your way to his hideout. You were wondering whether to let yourself follow your heart and lead to an intimate close-up. Several doubts ran through your mind: Is this right? But what if you get some kind of cosmic disease? What would he think since you hadn't used a razor in months? However, those thoughts flew away even faster than they appeared when Othiel smiled and grabbed your hand. In the last case, he could hardly have expected your appearance based on the stupid beauty standards created by your species.

By the time you reached his tree, keeping a slow, walking pace, dusk had come. Again he helped you climb into his nest, the interior of which has not changed since the last time you had been there. Only human skulls were gone, for which you were immensely grateful.

He suggested that you help yourself and have some fruit or water. Then, same as the last time he began to take off his weapons and clothes. However, he suddenly stopped, looking at you uncertainly.

'I've seen you naked before.' You shrugged with a smile.

'But you were embarrassed by it.'

'Let's see if anything has changed about that.'

He grinned, his smile as sincere as it could possibly be.

'Maybe I can help you, huh?' you asked. He brightened even more and nodded his head vigorously. So you came closer and slowly started wrestling with the buckles that fastened the belt with the shotgun (which you never saw him use) on his back. Then you unzipped the suit and slid it off his shoulders. Othiel didn't move, just bent his knees so you could easily reach everywhere. He stared at you intently, breathing faster and faster.

You felt the slight tremble of his muscles as you shamelessly ran your hand over and over them, finally being able to carefully examine the texture of his skin. It was harder and rougher on the back, shoulders and sides of the thighs, while surprisingly smooth and delicate on the front of the neck, the stomach and on the inside of the arms and thighs.

He purred slowly as you touched him, finally completely naked. How much softer he looked now. Feathers on his head lay smoothly. You already know that it is a sign of relaxation.

You smiled significantly. 'It's more comfortable, isn't it?'

He nodded in response. You couldn't help and looked down. This time you could take a closer look at his penis. As you have already noticed, it was human-like, but without testicles and with an unusual head, covered with tiny protrusions. Your hand involuntarily moved over Othiel's belly, which was made of muscles only, and brushed the delicate skin of the abdomen. He shivered.

'Can I?' you asked shyly.

'You can do anything, you don't have to ask,' he replied shortly.

So you reached his already hard manhood and gently ran your finger from the base to head. The Roughskin's stomach muscles danced wildly, and something like phosphorescent blue pre-ejaculate oozed from the end of his penis. Othiel murmured softly, his eyes narrowing deliciously. 

His penis was delicate and smooth, just like a human's. The protuberances on its head were hard but sensitive to the touch. The alien moaned as you pressed against it and slightly pulled your hand away. 

'Stop. Too fast...' he gasped.

'Okay..., okay, so-...'

He didn't let you finish. He dragged you to the bedding and began to undress you.

He marveled at the amount of clothes you were wearing, you explained that people get cold easily. Taking off your underwear, he began to examine your breasts with almost scientific interest.

'Roughskin girls don't have breasts?' you guessed.

He nodded. 'They're are for feeding nestlings, aren't they?' He asked. Apparently he knew something. After all, he's been watching you almost from the beginning. He must have seen Bea, who had only recently stopped breastfeeding Elijah.

You nodded, also explaining how sensitive breasts are to touch. He didn't need to be told that twice. He touched them very gently, and when he brushed the nipple, he was surprised to find it hardened.

'What's going on?' he asked.

'It's normal. They react to cold or touch. This is to make it easier for the baby to drink.' 

Suddenly, Othiel straightened up and looked you in the eye. 'Would you like to have children, (y/n)?'

'What?!' He took you completely by surprise. 'No, I haven't thought about it too much... but no, probably not, and certainly not in the current situation. I hope you don't mind...' You chuckled nervously.

'No, not a bit.' He ran his fingers through your hair, still looking into your eyes. 'I don't think we ever had children...' he muttered, but you didn't quite understand what that meant. Anyway, you were just thinking about something intensely and you didn't pay much attention to what he said. 

'Othiel...' you began. 'Are you... I mean your kind or... I want to kiss you but I don't know how...' you sighed helplessly. 'You know what a kiss is, don't you?'

In response, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

It was a bizarre kiss; hard, and a bit uncomfortable, you didn't go crazy with your tongue for fear of his fangs... Nevertheless, you felt very pleasant, especially when he put his arms around you and lightly stroked your back with his hands.

'Is that what it looks like between Roughskins?' you asked as he pulled back a bit to catch his breath.

'Not really. We mainly lick each other's faces, we don't kiss like humans, our lips are too hard and not mobile enough...' He laughed in amusement, brushing a finger over his lips, if you could even call them that. 'You didn't like it?" 

'I liked it, very much ... Only it was different than with a human. Let's try again, just try not to bite my tongue off, okay?' 

The second time it went much better. You kissed him more greedily, slightly reducing the pressure, and also opened your mouth wider pressing your lips against his teeth and putting your tongue between them, slightly sliding it over his tongue. 

You felt your body wake up under his touch more and more, completely without the participation of your will you moved closer, and after a while, without breaking the kiss, jumped on his lap.

He purred like a big tomcat as you pressed your whole body against him, returning the kiss with more and more tenderness. His skin rubbing against yours, his arms pressing you tighter and tighter, his cock hard and hot pressing against your thigh, and the calmness of you taking your time, like you had all the time in the world. It was so good. You were in heaven.

Othiel hooked his fingers into your pants at one point, but did nothing more than wait for your reaction. You pushed him, not really hard, but he immediately gave up and slowly laid his back on the bed. You moved to a horizontal position with him, without breaking the kiss and let him take off your pants along with your panties. You squirmed for a while, you giggling as you got tangled in your trouser's legs. When you finally managed to free yourself, Othiel very gently turned around so that you were now on the bottom.

'Hey!' you called, but he just flashed his fangs as he stared at you intently.

'Let me look at you, you've had your time.' He ran his hand over your legs and stomach making you moan softly. He was intrigued by the hair in the pubic area.

'Does that serve any purpose?' he asked, running his fingers lightly over it, causing your hips to jump. 'Oh sorry.'

'No, nothing happened, I just wasn't ready. This area is very sensitive, the same as yours... In any case, hair is supposed to protect, it is an isolation from the outside world.'

'It's nice when I touch you here?'

'Very much so,' you admitted.

He purred happily, hovering over you. His hand moved promisingly along your neck, shoulder, breast where it stopped for longer, making you gasp loudly, then on your stomach, thigh, finally it reached between your legs.

You moaned, while parted thighs wider.

'Am I doing it right?' he asked.

'Oh, yes...' You squeaked in response. 

He leaned down, resting his weight on his other arm, and ran his tongue up to your neck, then down to your cleavage and breasts. You didn't expect him to come up. You straightened up like a string, sighing deliciously again. Maybe it was from fasting, or maybe your Rughskin was just a great lover, the fact was that you were very close to reaching orgasm.

You felt his huge manhood on your thigh, hard and fully ready for action, you wanted him inside you, but you kept telling yourself that you had time, plenty of time. You can wait. Even though part of you was screaming, "Screw it!", you ignored it.

Othiel was right about filing the claws, especially with what his fingers were doing down there. His warm tongue started exploring your neck. You moaned softly, barely able to breathe in pleasure. A wonderful warmth began to build up between your legs. 

'Don't stop, please...' You whispered, squeezing your hand on his shoulder.

And he didn't stop. He didn't stop until you came, hard and long, throwing your hips up. Othiel purred, apparently very pleased with himself, and when he had squeezed all the pleasure out of you, he lay down next to you. You pressed your face against his chest, sighing softly. He put his arm around you, brushing your neck with his fangs and tongue."Oh, it was so damn good... I don't think I've ever felt so good with anyone before,' you sighed, running your fingers through his feathers. 

'That's nice to hear, especially since I've never done such wonderful things with anyone before, and I only have theoretical experience.'

Your jaw literally dropped. 'What are you talking about?'

'I told you that before someone decides to have intercourse, they must be absolutely sure that the object of affection is THE one, which is why many Roughskins live alone. Mating is not as common as among humans.'

'But... you don't feel like... I know, try it, what's it like?'

'No. As far as I know, no Roughskin had intercourse before meeting a life partner.'

'Hm... it's a bit like the other person is waking you up sexually. But, what about children...? You seem to care very much for the survival of the species.'

'True, it's a big problem. Already from many turns, few children are born and we are becoming fewer and fewer... Our number decreased fivefold in the last few generations. Another reason why we are looking for a new home is more favorable conditions and climate. Fortunately, we live quite a long time and we are fertile for long . So there is a chance to rebuild the species.'

A question ran through your mind, which you have not asked him so far, but in the light of what he said, it seemed most appropriate. You looked at him suspiciously. 'How old are you?'

Not that the answer changed anything, but you were intrigued by this aspect.'

'For an Earth time, about seventy turns... years I mean.'

'What?!'

'It's not that much for us. We live three or four times as long.'

'Mmm...' you mumbled.

'You think I'm... old?' He asked, then licked your ear. 

'Let's find out.'  Giggling, you gently grabbed his penis and thoughtfully began to move your hand along it. He groaned, probably not expecting you to get to the point so quickly.

You tightened your grip, rubbing your thumb over the bumps on the head. Othiel leaned back, throwing his head up and roaring loudly, at the same time he grabbed your not-busy giving him a handjob hand and squeed it tightly.

'Feels good?' you asked innocently.

He gasped something incomprehensible, eyed with delight. A moment later, he exploded in abundance with his phosphorescent blue semen, roaring like a lion. In the semi-darkness of the nest, his semen glowed softly. You had the impression that tiny particles pulsed inside, like stars. When he was done, he grabbed you in his arms and held you tight against him, whispering 'Thank you,' several times.

'The pleasure is all mine. But I hope it's not over yet?' 

Othiel purred. 'Oh no, that's just the beginning.'

And he was telling the truth. You made love until dawn, until your strength wore off and you fell into a deep, sound sleep.

You dreamed of two species' hands joined together again. Then... a man's hand touched the face of the Roughskin with affection... and you suddenly realized it was your own hand! You were this man. And in front of you was the Roughskin female you loved... and it was Othiel!

You woke up abruptly.

'What's going on, (y/n)?' asked Othiel, startled from sleep by your awakening.

You quickly told him about your dream and excited added at the end 'You were right, we did know each other before, but now I understand that not in this life. Which meant that all humans and  Rougshins had met before!'