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Cherry and I have found a few mistakes in our calculations and have made great progress. We're on track to having our project completed and meeting the deadline.

I've been recovering slowly. That became apparent tonight, as I washed Vadnar's back, (because according to him, it was his turn). Washing his back was hell, because I hadn't rubbed those muscles in months.

I suffered as he did yesterday as I slid my hands against his slick back. He didn't notice my lust as he rambled about how magical the shower is, even asking me if we could take the plumbing with us to Zolan.

This whole "taking things slow" business is getting painful.

I keep an eye on Ranrok, who sits on the same end of his couch every day, frowning and bouncing his knee. I feel for him. He must be bored and torn between staying and leaving Earth. Cherry keeps her distance from him because she thinks he's a seven foot ticking time bomb. But I know better. He's not dangerous. He just craves the open air.

I can't offer him much company, because I don't want to risk pissing Vadnar off. It's hard enough that they're forced to live in small quarters, without any jobs to do.

I hope they'll enjoy the drive around the city, although it's a risky and stupid move.

I finish work a bit early and join Vadnar in bed. His chest is more comfortable than the mattress, wide and warm. I hum a song I heard an entertainer sing once. I forgot the lyrics, but it was about the sun bringing peace to a flower that lost its petals.

I can relate to the song. I've lost my petals after all the heartache and stress I've lived this year, but Vadnar is my sun that makes it all better.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face, feeling safe in my lover's arms. But then, a few hours later, I have to roll out of bed and stress again. The calculations for the portal must be perfect. I can't risk having the it glitch again and getting us all killed or teleported to the wrong side of the planet.

Cherry and I work hard as the boys remain in the living room, ducked behind the couch and glaring at the television. We finally turned it on for them after strict instructions to not break it.

Now they're crouched together, suspicious about the cartoons on the screen.

Cherry and I boil potatoes for lunch—something quick and easy, since we don't have time to waste. I told her about my plan to drive to the city, and she tried to shut the idea down, but I'm convinced that it has to happen.

I've seen Zolan and all the beauty the planet has to offer. We need to make the best out of being on Earth, and show the guys what Earth is all about. For all its faults, Earth has some beauty.

The only issue is Cherry's car. It's small, suited to seat up to five humans, not enormous aliens. The windows are tinted—which is a necessity if we want to hide the guys. Cherry decided to stay behind and watch the house while we're gone.

I don't have any form of identification on me, so I technically shouldn't be driving. But I figure that's the least of our worries if we get pulled over. I'll have a harder time explaining the aliens in my back seat than why I don't have my license.

After dark, we head to the car Cherry that's parked a safe distance away. The boys had a hard time wrapping their head around the television, but a car? Vadnar stomped, cursed the thing, and swore he would never get inside "that cage." But after a lot of beckoning on my end, I got them shoved into the back seat, their necks twisted to fit inside. They quiet down after I play the radio, mesmerized by the Spanish music.

I drive around the city outskirts, showing them the tall buildings, paved roads, holographic billboards and the lingering humans. They ask me a thousand questions—like why do humans wear such short clothing. Is it because fur is expensive nowadays?

They love all the "witchcraft" in the city, and are disappointed when it's time to go home although their necks have gone sore from being in an awkward angle.

The trip is short, but I was paranoid the entire time about being pulled over. My shoulders only relax when I park the car under the tree and turn it off. We're plunged into darkness and I open the doors for the guys. They groan as they unroll their spines and stretch.

"I will get going," says Ranrok. "See you at the house."

"See you," I return, fastening my eyes on Vadnar once Ranrok turns around.

"So, what was your favorite part?" I ask.

"Of everything I saw? Perhaps you bumping onto the sidewalk. I know absolutely nothing about driving but I'm convinced you are the worst driver on the planet. It was quite brave of you to volunteer to give us this tour when you could have crashed us all."

My jaw falls. "Hey! I haven't touched a wheel in months! Give me a break. I'm out of practice."

His chuckle fills the night. "Remind me to never hand you the reins whenever we ride a beast in Zolan."

I scoff and fall to the grass, laying on my back and staring up at the moon. It's full and beautiful. So similar to the one on Zolan, but brighter and dotted with craters.

Vadnar sits beside me, resting his palm over my own. I've noticed that about him. He always has to touch me—no matter how subtly. It's endearing as it is sad, because I know he's afraid of me vanishing again. That's why he keeps touching me, and peeking into the kitchen whenever I'm working.

I squeeze his hand. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

He exhales heavily. And right as I think that he's lost in thought, he pulls his hand free and slides it around my back, flushing our bodies together. And then he swoops in, and becomes my moon as he kisses me gently.

I shudder as I kiss him back. Our tongues twist and turn, warm and addicting. I can't remember the last time I kissed him. But now, I'm keeping up with his lips, I never want it to end.

His hands find my hips and swing me atop him. I straddle his lap as I slide my hands under the small t-shirt he wears. His muscles stretch it thin, and I feel their power as I trade every line and swell. Every little scar. His stomach rises and falls quickly as my touch drives him mad, and I swear I hear a faint rip as his muscles bunch and flex.

I squeeze him and rake my nails down his skin greedily. Marking him, so that if he's ever teleported away, he'll still have my mark to remember me by.

I want the same. For him to puff my lips with his kiss, slap my ass until it's pink, and strain my pussy with his girth. I want him to write his name all over me in white ink.

"More," I pant, squeezing a bulging bicep. "More, please."

He spins me onto my back before I can finish begging. Pulling my clothes down, stripping me, until all that remains is the grass at my back and the cool wind against my bare pussy and peaked nipples.

He's done kissing me. He's not interested in kissing my belly or stroking my face. He's not interested in whispering sweet nothings in my ear. He wants my pussy, and he swoops in for it. The only sounds he can manage are huffs and grunts as he latches onto my sex and licks me. Tracing every bit of soft flesh he can find in the dark. He holds my thighs open to make space for his hunger, and he flicks my clit like he's trying to punish me.

I'm whimpering as the hot, fast flashes of pleasure flood my nerves. Vadnar is a king at eating me out. He has mastered consistency and repeats the same licking pattern over my clit, giving me just enough before trying something else—like that sucking motion over my entire pussy that makes my blood pressure spike.

I press my palms against the wheel of the car above me, feeling the coolness of the metal as the rest of me catches fire.

Vadnar's lips are so soft although his movements are anything but. His tongue lashes out, lapping frantically as he presses his face deeper into me, increasing the friction.

A finger prods me, and slowly slides into me as Vadnar's licks ease me. He fucks me with his finger as his mouth—just an inch above, beckons my walls to relax with sly, filthy, unspoken promises. He uses every bit of his tongue to taste my wetness, but apparently that's not enough, because occasionally pulls his finger out to suck it clean before dipping it back into me.

His hot breath and pained moans are just as dangerous as the stimulation of his mouth. Because the sound of his desperation is so sexy it drives me wild. He can't get enough of me. Even with his mouth full of my wet cunt, with his finger snared by my walls, he's sucking and pressing and lapping for my orgasm.

And I give it to him. With two fustfulls of grass, I come, shouting as I rip the grass off its roots.

Pleasure thrums through me, and my sex contracts. Vadnar pulls and curves his finger faster, extending my high until I'm slack on the grass, my pussy occasionally contracting around the finger he refuses to pull from me.

I try to catch my breath, whimpering when he slowly pulls out of me. But then I gulp, because I hear him pull at his clothes. Feel him climb on top of me and kiss my forehead with lips still wet with my slick.

"Let me fuck you," he says.

It sounded more like a command than a request, but I don't care. My thighs remain parted for him. My sex hot and ready to take him and remind him of what he has missed out on in the past three months.

He presses his tip against me and hisses, and the sound of his struggle inflates my ego so much that I part my thighs wider. I palm his chest and feel his heart racing. I can't see anything, but his passion is palpable. Hot and fast. And I want more.

He slowly sinks into me, and fitting that cock is just as hard as the first time. But when he begins to stroke me, caressing my walls, I see what I've been missing out on.

He fucks me slowly, his inches dipping into me and pressing against a new angle of my pussy with every thrust. I don't know how he does it, but I can never tell what's coming although he only makes two moves: pulling out of me, and sliding in.

His girth stretches me so deliciously. My pussy aches, but I love being so full of him and hearing what my tight wetness does to him.

"I'm fucking you with both cocks as soon as we get to Zolan," he whispers, biting my ear lightly as he thrusts inside me.

I gasp, although the thought thrills me. Two cocks at once? I would never recover. It's so wicked. So unnatural. So perfect.

Vadnar picks up his pace, fucking me harder until I'm sliding up the grass. His lips lock on mine, filling my mouth with his tongue as he shoves his cock into my cunt.

He curses now. Vile, nasty words that inflate my ego and make me squeeze my walls around him, because I know he's about to collapse. Because I know how much power my pussy has over him.

He groans out into my mouth, pulling out of me and trembling as he sprouts his seed onto the grass between my thighs. He twitches and trembles for many seconds, his stream of cum never ending. And I find myself disappointed that he didn't spray his warm, creamy defeat inside of me.

I must be going crazy. That's what Zolan dicks do to a girl.

Vadnar collapses beside me, his hand clutching mine. Now tighter than ever.

"I'm not going anywhere," I whisper.

Not only because I doubt that I'll be able to walk, but because this is where I want to be.