I Was An Alien Cat Toy (18 page)

for his tail, moving gently back and forth over Temin’s belly, not in irritation, not flick, flick, flick, but...slow, even, a soothing rolling motion, as if he knew exactly how luxurious it felt on naked skin. What

was going on behind those huge eyes? The lack of expression in a day-neh’s face was the most frustrating

thing about them. Did Gredar even understand what the problem was?

Yes. Yes, he must do, because he was waiting. Waiting for Temin in his own bed, not touching, not

pressing. Listening for what Temin was telling him, even if he didn’t use his voice. “Filwui....” Temin mimed

being held by his hips. “Pain. Naschi.”

Gredar slowly extended a paw—then turned it over so he was presenting the furry side to Temin.

“Gredar no pana T’meen naschi.”

“I know you wouldn’t hurt me, big guy. It’s not you.” Temin reached out and stroked the back of

Gredar’s hand. The tendons that controlled those deadly claws were tight under the fur, so much power,

controlled, waiting. It was terrifying but...it was something else too, something that made him a little ashamed after what happened. How could Gredar turn him on and frighten him at the same time, after what

the other one had done?

Gredar leaned closer—Temin stiffened, but Gredar didn’t do anything. Not at first. Then that big pink

tongue emerged from between his dark lips, the terrifying teeth still concealed. Temin held himself still,

waiting, the cold air of the room chilly on his moistened skin, making his nipples stand out almost painfully.

Then Gredar bent just a little, and his tongue touched Temin’s shoulder. Temin shuddered, but as Gredar

stopped, Temin tightened his grip on the handful of fur. “Yes,” he whispered, hardly believing he wanted

this.

The tongue touched him again, and then rasped down over his chest, across his peaked nipples. Temin

bit back a gasp, but he shivered as Gredar did it again. There were no words for what this felt like—there was

nothing in his experience like that damp, rough muscle, the feel of it against his flesh. No human tongue

could offer this sensation. No human had ever known this, before him.

Still trembling a little, he pushed off the covering furs completely and spread himself, arms wide, legs

apart. Exposed, terrified.

“T’meen?”

“Temin fraa...Gredar.” His voice shook. “I want you. Temin fraa Gredar,” he repeated more firmly.

Sheft, he was cold. “Please?”

Gredar growled and all the hairs on Temin’s neck stood up—he couldn’t help it, and when Gredar

planted one enormous paw in the middle of his chest he nearly yelled in fright.

“Shhhh. Shhhh.” Gredar stroked Temin’s chest lightly with his open hand, claws fully retracted, so

one would never suspect they were even there. The skin of his palm—the hand of a potter, an artist—was

rougher than a human’s, and hot, so very hot on Temin’s cool skin. Power in every fibre, in every muscle. A

hand that could crush or caress with the slightest effort. “T’meen good?”

“Temin good.” He clenched his fists and spread himself wider. “Fraa Gredar. I need it, need you.”

Gredar stared at him so long Temin started to feel like an idiot. He started to draw his legs together but

stopped with a shiver as Gredar growled again. “Please?”

The massive head tilted as Gredar considered him, then the paw on his chest moved slowly down, on

his belly...down further. “Ye-ess?”

“Yes,” Temin whispered, even though he was screaming ‘No!’ in his head. He didn’t want to be

afraid of this. He didn’t want Filwui and his stupid accomplice to make it impossible for him to enjoy being

touched...and he had come to love this gentle power even before the one who controlled it knew who and

what he was touching. Was it a sign of madness? To want his owner to do this? Did it even matter any more,

when Temin was the only human on this planet and the only one ever likely to be? “Yes. Please. Just do it,

big guy.”

Gredar kept staring, his hand stroking slowly up and down Temin’s belly. A low sound started, so

quiet, that Temin, concentrating as he was on not freaking out, didn’t realise what it was at first. Then he

knew—Gredar was purring again. He
liked
touching Temin’s skin. Temin laid his hand over Gredar’s.

“Temin good?”

“Ye-ess. T’meen elsart. Nam elsart.”

“Elsart...beautiful. What’s ‘nam’?”

“Meni, meni, meni, meni...meni tretu.”

“A hundred times beautiful? No. Temin no elsart.” He smiled at Gredar’s exaggeration.

“T’meen nam elsart,” Gredar insisted, a long finger drawing a delicate line along his jaw and down

the centre of his chest. He bent forward and licked where he had traced. “Elsart.” The sibilance hissed loud in

the silent room. Outside, the house was still active, doors shutting, day-neh talking, a crash of metal maybe

from the kitchens—but in here, just Gredar, his muffled, gentle touch and his strange, strange voice.

“Gredar elsart. You’re the most amazing thing I ever saw.”

Gredar kept licking him, the purr louder, coming in long waves, soft, loud, soft, loud. Temin’s hand

on Gredar’s belly clenched, unclenched in rhythm with the vibration, in and out.
Touch me, please,
he

begged, even though he was terrified that Gredar would. He really was losing his mind.

The sweep of that huge tongue got longer with every pass—nipple to chin, edge of the ribs,

navel...edge of his pubic hair. His dick, which had been half-hard for a while now, suddenly went all the way.

Gredar stopped, backed away. “No! Gredar...Temin fraa Gredar. Need you.”

“No...wasa. Pana wasa.”

“Bad...make bad...you think you’ll be like him? Please...Gredar, touch me, please....” He slid his

hands down to the base of Gredar’s belly, kneading, begging. His own belly was heavy with the wanting, the

desire he’d been sure he wouldn’t feel again, hours of being touched and petted and licked, foreplay for what

he wanted now, washing away, over, past his fears. “No Filwui. Gredar good.” He spread his legs wider, put

his hand over his dick and looked up hopefully. “Please? Temin hal. I like. Meni hal. I really like it.”

He was ashamed to be so needy and yet he wanted that tongue on him so much he thought he might

scream if Gredar backed away again. Gredar didn’t. He leaned in, nudged Temin’s hand away with his nose,

and then that hot toughness was on him. “Sheft! Yes, please, please, hal, hal!” Temin babbled, his hands on

Gredar’s head, clutching and tugging the heavy mane—this was nothing like...what the others had...it was

just heavy and hot and all around him.... “Oh...oh sheft it....”

Gredar was making these weird high-pitched noises at the top in his throat, but Temin barely noticed

them above his own begging, all sensation narrowed to what was happening between his legs, and when

Gredar yowled, horrifyingly loud, Temin only felt it as more delicious vibration. He came, hot and fast and

so urgently it was like he was trying to expel his shefting
balls
out his dick. Gredar kept licking and licking

until Temin had to push him away, panting. “Oh...crack. Shefting crack.” He let go the fur he was pulling so

viciously, and opened his eyes, too limp to speak.

Gredar sat up. He was still making those keening sounds—every few seconds, he’d growl. His ears

were flat against his skull, and he didn’t seem to be looking at Temin at all.

“Hey, big guy....”

He put his hand on Gredar’s arm—and Gredar let out a howl of pure pain.

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Gredar didn’t dare move. He was having trouble even breathing normally, and when T’meen touched

him, he couldn’t help himself, sound ripped from him against his will. Temin cringed back, but he didn’t run.

Please, little friend, you need to run. Get away from me or I could hurt you.
He clenched his hands

right, and tried not to think of the fire in his belly, the urgent, desperate need in his groin, his kala, his balls.

“Please.” It came out as a thin whine, and frightened T’meen again. He was sorry for that. He didn’t want to

hurt him.

“Gredar sick?”

“No. T’meen....” He had to get out of here, find a willing....

“Gredar...T’meen help Gredar. Temin help. Shhhh.” Then more words as his little huu-man’s hands

pushed at his belly, trying to....

“No! T’meen!” But as he moved away, T’meen followed him, grabbing his fur and refusing to be set

aside. Gredar would have to physically force him away and he so very much did not want to do that.

T’meen stared up at him with those dark, elsart eyes. “T’meen make good. Stop.” He shoved and

shoved until Gredar had no choice but to lie down, and then this strange creature climbed on top over him, on

his thighs. Despite himself, a yowl left Gredar’s lips, startling T’meen—but his huu-man didn’t get off him.

Instead, he pressed down at the base of Gredar’s belly...so good, so....

With a tremendous effort of will, Gredar forced out a protest. “No. Bad.”

“No bad. Very good. Shhhh,” T’meen kept kneading and pressing and all the while staring into

Gredar’s eyes.

Gredar wished he had more words. More words to persuade the huu-man to stop, more words to tell

him what he needed...so desperately...needed. T’meen had no taeng. He couldn’t give Gredar what would

ease this torment. “Please...no? T’meen...Gredar need taeng.”

“T’meen no taeng.” He held up his hands. “Good? Like?”

Gredar could only stare. Would hands be enough? A daiyne’s were too big, but T’meen had such

small, elsart hands.... He took one as gently as he could, and guided it to below his kala. “Push. Hard.”

T’meen didn’t know those words, but he understood...how, Gredar had no idea because huu-man balls

were so different...ah.... “Ahhh! Good! T’meen, good! Gredar like!”

T’meen chuckled, keeping up the delicious, perfect pressure up over the nerves under the kala, and

even around the sheath, which made Gredar squeak in an undignified way, and T’meen jump a little. “Good.

Good! No stop!”

“T’meen no stop.” And then he did it again, as if he knew exactly where to touch Gredar, to ease the

fire.

His kala shuddered and he spent, his balls twitching and clenching so hard, he thought they would

break. T’meen didn’t seem to notice, his clever touches suddenly too much—when Gredar pushed him away

as carefully as his trembling hands could manage, T’meen struggled a little. “No. T’meen make....”

“Very good. I’m finished, T’meen.” Then he understood. Huu-mans expelled when they spent, so

T’meen didn’t know Gredar had. “Gredar vaary vaary good. Haapy.”

T’meen knelt back and looked at him. “Very good?”

“Ye-ess.” He reached over and pulled T’meen close, and his little huu-man came willingly, sitting on

Gredar’s still twitching lap. He felt a purr rise up inside him, the natural reaction to a forceful spending.

“Very good,” he whispered. “T’meen haapy?” he asked, nuzzling the top of T’meen’s head.

“Truly haapy.” T’meen wrapped his arms around Gredar as best he good, his face pressed close to

Gredar’s chest. Gredar put his tail around T’meen, since he liked it and because it was one way to show

affection that didn’t frighten his huu-man.

It was getting late, and he knew T’meen had to be tired, as was he, but he didn’t want to break this

peace between them, sated and calm and affectionate. He hoped he had eased something in T’meen, as

T’meen had eased him. “Gredar will protect T’meen. Protect with all my ability.”

T’meen pulled away a little so he could look up. His face in the candlelight was shadowed, but Gredar

could still make it out. “Thank you,” he said in his own tongue, then repeated it in daiyne. He snuggled close

again, and not long after, a little to Gredar’s surprise, he fell fast asleep, not rousing even when Gredar laid

him down on the bed and covered him with the furs again.

“I’ll protect you,” Gredar whispered, as he lay down beside his huu-man and wrapped tail and arm

around him. “I will keep you safe, little friend. I promise you.”

The question was—how difficult would it be to keep that promise, and for how long would he need

to?

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Temin was warm and comfortable and being cuddled. “Mmm, Jeng?” he murmured, rolling over—

then he opened his eyes, found he was facing a wall of creamy fur and the memories of the night before came

crashing in on him. What had he done? He’d had sex with an alien—worse, he’d
begged
for sex with an alien

—and cheated on Jeng. Hadn’t even
thought
of Jeng. Jeng, the man he would never see again. A species he

would never see again.

What the sheft was wrong with him? He squirmed out of Gredar’s insistent clutches and struggled to

the edge of the enormous bed. Had he forgotten all his dignity when he’d been made a pet?

Pale light streamed in through the roof panels, over the bed and across Gredar’s sleeping form. Temin

stared down at him and just for a second or two, he hated the day-neh for what his kind had done, even what

Gredar himself had done. But as he watched Gredar’s tail lazily twitching, like the big guy was dreaming,

maybe, he knew it hadn’t been anything Gredar had done. It had been himself, all him—needy and lonely

and trying to prove....
What, Temin? That you can still screw?

He shivered in the cool air—he had no idea why Gredar didn’t heat this room, but right now he

wished he did. He wanted a bath, so he could wash away some of this strange feeling in him, on him. He’d