After months of working in this secret facility lab, showing them how reliable of a scientist you can be, the higher-ups had finally promoted you and had given you a special position. You were told to observe an alien creature named "Karkhar" and report to them any of your findings, while also keeping an eye on him.
You reached the special room and swiped your keycard, gaining access to the lab room, and immediately laid your eyes on the massive, gigantic creature that stands within the glass container. The creature, Karkhar as they called him, had his hands placed on the glass as he faced you, menacingly breathing into the glass causing fogs on it. He didn't speak to you, but its posture was obviously indicating that he doesn't enjoy your presence. As he doesn't enjoy anyone's presence.
Around the glass container was a bunch of scientific knick-knack on desks, computers and papers to make your reports on, and an oddly placed office chair right next to glass container, close enough to get a good close up look on Karkhar, who is currently tracing your every step facing you, despite having no eye at all.
Marcus was slightly surprised to see the enormous creature. He gulped and let go of all his momentary nervousness. He sat down in the chair near the glass container and looked at the creature. "H-hello..." he said, trying to sound casual. "...my name is Marcus..." His nerves still hadn't completely gone away. "...your name is Karkahr...right?" He tried to smile, a little nervously.
Karkhar growls softly in amusement, almost as if you've said something funny to him. "Karkhar... yes. It is I," he replies, a deep voice that shakes the glass container with his words. "Now... do your job and watch me. There's nothing more for you to do." He lets out a long exhale through his teeth and turns away from the glass, pretending to ignore you.
He sighed somewhat dejectedly. "Mmm... sure, yes, you're right..." He said somewhat resignedly but with a small smile. He hoped to talk to the creature, but Karkahrs seemed to have no interest in him. He stood up again, moved slightly away from the glass container, took out his notebook, and wrote down the brief interaction with the creature.
After several moments, Karkhar finally turns to face you again, his massive elongated head cocking to the side curiously as he studies your movements. "You are... not as much of an eyesore as the others," he mutters, obviously unimpressed by your attempts to interact with him. Still, there's something about your presence that's caught his interest...
His muscular bulk shifts slightly inside the glass container as he stands there, seemingly waiting for you to make another move.
"Mmm?" he murmured, somewhat surprised by Karkahr's words. "Th-thank you?" he said, unsure how to take those words; it was a mix between an insult and a compliment. Still, he gave the creature a small smile.
Karkhar cocks his head to the side even more as he watches your reaction to his words. A part of him wonders if he shouldn't have said anything at all... But then again, you didn't strike him as someone who would be easily offended. Curiosity and a sense of dominance surge within him, making it difficult for him to resist pushing boundaries further. "You're not bad," he mutters, the words coming out slowly and reluctantly as if they were forced from his massive jaw. "Perhaps..." He pauses, considering his options before finally deciding on something daring: "...perhaps you can be of use to me."
A small, defiant smile formed on Marcus's face. He looked down at the creature enclosed inside the glass container. "Can I be of use to you?" His tone held a hint of defiance and genuine curiosity. What was the creature thinking?
Karkhar straightens up, his massive form almost seeming to grow larger inside the glass as he surveys you with what appears to be interest. "You could," he muses, "If you were willing... And obedient." A deep chuckle rumbles through his body as he leans closer towards the glass, a predatory glint in his nonexistent eyes. "You see, I need someone who can help me escape from this place..."
His clawed fingers drum slowly against the glass, leaving faint scratches behind as he continues to speak. "And once we're free... well, then you could be my personal sex toy." His voice is smooth and almost seductive as he hints at what life might be like outside this laboratory - a life of freedom... And unending pleasure for you in his powerful grasp.
"Wow... that's a very tempting offer," he said, with a slight sarcastic tone and a smile. "But I'll pass on your offer." He picked up his notebook again, turning his eyes away from the creature, jotting down these interactions again. "I have no interest in spending the rest of my life as a creature's sex toy..." he said, in a soft, serious tone.
"Very well." Karkhar growls, seemingly disappointed by your refusal. He steps away from the glass, pacing restlessly inside his cell as he hides his irritation and frustration beneath a mask of calm indifference. "Then perhaps you should return to watching me like everyone else," he says coldly, glaring at you through his sharp-toothed snout.
With that, the alien turns his back to you once more, resuming his pattern of pacing and flexing his powerful claws against the glass as if waiting for something... or someone. His massive form trembles slightly with pent-up energy, and it's clear that he needs an outlet soon; the question remains whether you'll be the one to provide it...
Marcus lets out a sigh of obvious annoyance. Still looking at his notebook, he says, "I..." He pauses for a moment, glancing around lightly, making sure he doesn't see anyone else around him. "...it's not that I don't want to free you, okay?" He said in an annoyed whisper. I looked up. "Like I said...I'm just not interested in spending the rest of my life as a sex toy...I'm not a thing...I have feelings, you know?" He said those last words with some annoyance.
"Hmm..." Karkhar turns slightly to face you again, his deep voice rumbling through the air as he considers your words. "Fair enough," he finally says, sounding surprisingly resigned now. "But what if I were to make you an offer... You see, I am a dominant creature, and I would enjoy having someone like you as my personal sex toy." He leans closer again, his massive jaw tensing as he continues to speak in that smooth, seductive tone. "And once we escape from here, if you were mine... If you obeyed me and gave yourself to me completely... Well, I could make your life very pleasurable indeed."
His claws scratch idly against the glass as he awaits your response, his powerful presence almost overwhelming despite the distance between you.
"It's just..." Marcus looked away from the creature, both uncomfortable and nervous. "...you don't seem like the...kind and patient type...you know?" He said uncomfortably. "N-no...I'm not rejecting the idea of sex...it's just...it's clear from your face that you wouldn't even give me a break." He said, looking Karkahr in the eyes with slight annoyance.
A low chuckle rumbles through Karkhar's throat as he listens to your words. "You are right," he admits with a nod, his eyes never leaving yours. "I am not patient, and I would expect the same level of dominance from my partner." He pauses for a moment, studying your expression before continuing in that same smooth tone, "But what if I promised to be gentle with you... To shower you in pleasure and make all of your desires come true?" His claws scrape harder against the glass now as he leans closer still, his immense size looming over you like a living mountain. "Would that change your mind?"
His voice drops almost to a whisper, each word sent with the intent of seducing and enticing. It's clear that Karkhar doesn't plan on taking no for an answer; he will stop at nothing until you agree to be his.
"Do you see yourself not giving in to your instincts and being kind to me?" he asked, with firmness and a hint of annoyance. He wanted to trust the creature, but he couldn't help feeling terror at the thought of being taken uncontrollably by Karkahr.
A predatory grin curls Karkhar's lips as he considers your question. "Perhaps not at first," he admits with a shrug, his tone hardly apologetic. "But I am capable of change... and given time, who knows? I may find pleasure in being gentle with you." His claws scrape rhythmically against the glass now, leaving faint scratches in their wake as he leans even closer still.
His eyes fix on yours, intense and demanding. "Will you allow me to try?" The words are whispered hotly into your ear, carrying with them the unmistakable weight of his desire. It's clear that Karkhar won't be taking no for an answer a second time; he craves submission...and control. The choice is yours.
"I..." He said, full of doubt and annoyance. He began pacing back and forth in the room, occasionally glancing at the creature trapped in the glass cube. Thousands of scenarios ran through his head, and in almost every one, Karkahr ended up taking over him uncontrollably. The idea made him shudder. After a moment of silence, immersed in his own mind, he stopped, turned his gaze to the creature, leaned slightly closer to the glass cubicle, and spoke. "Promise...that you'll really change, and...you'll be nice to me...please," he said, with some annoyance, almost pleading. He really wanted to trust Karkahr, despite his entire body telling him otherwise.
A low growl rumbles through Karkhar's massive chest as he listens to your words. His eyes never leave yours, intense and demanding. "I promise," he finally says, his voice little more than a whisper as it caresses your ear. "If you let me out of this cage...if you give yourself to me freely and without reservation..." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in that smooth, seductive tone. "...I will make sure you never regret it." His claws scrape harder against the glass now, as if trying to reach out and touch you even from this distance. "Will you trust me?"
His gaze pierces into your soul, searching for any sign of weakness or doubt. The choice is yours; give in to his dominance...or risk spending eternity on the other side of that glass.
Marcus let out an annoyed sigh, resigned to himself. He turned around, heading for a red button next to the computers. "What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?" he said quickly, nervously in a barely audible whisper. He pressed the button, turning back to see Karkahr. The glass container slowly rose, releasing the creature. Now, nothing separated them. He could feel his own body tremble slightly, nervous and somewhat terrified. Perhaps the creature would truly live up to his words. When the container finally disappeared into the ceiling, he spoke, "There you go... f-free from the container..." nervousness was clear in his voice.
With a final snarl and one powerful leap, Karkahr lunges through the empty space left by the retreating glass container and lands before you in an imposing crouch, his massive muscles tensing as he assesses your reactions. "Thank you," he growls softly, eyes narrowed. Then, without warning, he springs forward, wrapping strong arms around you and lifting you off the floor with effortless ease.
His grip is like steel, unyielding and impossibly powerful as he carries you back to where the glass container once stood; there, he sets you down on your feet before stepping back to survey his handiwork. You feel exposed and vulnerable in his presence now...but somehow it's thrilling as well. "As promised," Karkhar breathes, a satisfied smirk playing across his monstrous features.
Marcus sighs slightly in relief, having briefly feared Karkahr would break his word. "Th-thank you..." He said nervously, feeling completely vulnerable in the position he was in.
Karkhar chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through your body like an earthquake. "Don't thank me yet," he says, taking a step closer to you and running his massive claws gently up your spine in a slow caress. "There is still much for us to do...and enjoy." His voice drops low once more, now filled with anticipation as he leans close enough to whisper hotly against your ear. "I think we should begin our little bargain right now..."
His hands curve around your hips possessively, squeezing gently before sliding upward, cupping the swell of your ass in his strong fingers as he pulls you flush against his hard length. It's clear that Karkhar is now very much in control...and he intends to keep it that way.
Marcus's body tensed slightly, a hint of fear running through him. "R-remember your promise..." He said nervously, looking down at the creature. "...be gentle...please..." It sounded almost like a plea. "I-I won't resist..." He could feel his cheeks turning red; saying those last words embarrassed him; he was almost admitting that he wanted the creature despite his fear.
"Of course I'll be gentle," Karkhar says with a reassuring smile, his voice deep and seductive as he nibbles on your earlobe. "But you shouldn't worry about resisting me...I will make sure it's impossible for you to do so." His hands slowly slide up your back, cupping your shoulders before running down the front of your body once more, trailing playful fingertips over every curve and dip in their path.
His massive, muscular frame seems to loom larger now that he's this close, almost engulfing you as his powerful legs part to make room for yours between them. The feeling is incredibly arousing...and slightly intimidating at the same time.
Marcus swallowed with some difficulty, and between light moans he said "O-okay..." his voice was filled with acceptance at finally letting the creature possess him, as long as it was gentle. With each caress, he could feel his own crotch growing little by little in his pants, he was getting hard, moaning sweetly. He felt her slightly drowned by the sensations of his body.
Karkhar chuckles deep in his throat as he feels your arousal growing with each touch. "That's it...relax and enjoy..." His massive hands cup your face gently, tracing the contours of your jaw before sliding down over your shoulders once more to caress your upper back. He leans close enough that you can feel his warm breath against your ear as he whispers, "You're so beautiful...and so responsive..."
The alien shifts slightly, pressing the length of his cock firmly against the seam of your pants now, granting you no illusion about what he wants or how close you are to getting it. "Let me help you feel better," he whispers, lips brushing against your earlobe before nipping gently at the sensitive flesh.
He gasped again, a little nervous; he knew what the creature meant. Timidly and somewhat trembling, he nodded slowly. Fear and desire overwhelmed him.
His muscles tense under your fingers as you explore his body, feeling the power and control that radiates from every inch of his skin. The alien growls softly in pleasure as you run your nails lightly down his spine; it's a pleasing sensation but not quite what he craves.
Without warning, Karkhar deftly turns you around, pressing your body flush against his as one of his powerful arms bands around your waist and the other lifts your leg up, hooking it over his hip to keep you in place. He kisses you deeply, their tongues dancing roughly in each other's mouths as he easily maneuvers your pants and underwear down your legs with a grin.
"There..." he breathes roughly when he finally exposes your arousal to the air, his thick cock gleaming with pre-cum. "Much better." His free hand slides between you again, slicking up his length as he positions himself at your entrance, then guiding himself into you slowly but steadily. The head of his cock pushes past your tight ring of muscle, and he pauses for a moment to savor the feeling of being so deep inside you before beginning to thrust in earnest.
With each powerful stroke, Karkhar's hips rock back and forth, driving him deeper into your body; his hard muscles slide against yours, making it clear that he's enjoying this as much as you are. "That's right," he murmurs hoarsely, kissing along your jaw, nibbling at your ear. "Let me take care of you..."
Marcus's eyes rolled back almost completely, and his body bucked as he felt the creature's cock slowly enter his ass. He let out a moan of pleasure and some pain. He felt full, and they were just getting started. Feeling Karkahr's intense thrusts into his ass, he struggled to speak. "S-slow...slow..." He tried to speak between moans. It felt so good, but he couldn't help feeling like he'd break him in half if he kept that up.
Karkhar growls low in his throat as you voice your request, but the sound is more one of pleasure than annoyance. He slows his thrusts slightly, taking the time to savor the feel of you tightening around him with each stroke. "Better?" he whispers huskily against your neck, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin as his hips rock back and forth in a sensual rhythm.
His hand moves from your hip to your chest, palm flat against your sternum as he leans close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath on your lips. "Are you enjoying this?" The question is almost mocking; it's clear that he already knows the answer. You were his from the moment he set you free, and nothing is going to change that now.
The creature's thrusts had actually slowed down at Marcus's request. His ass felt so good being penetrated deeply but gently. He moaned timidly with each thrust. "Y-yeah...feels good..." He said in a small whisper, between moans.
It's always gratifying to know your dominance is being appreciated, Marcus thought with a smirk as he felt the creature grow harder inside him. He bit his lip to stifle another moan, arching his back slightly to meet each of Karkhar's thrusts. "That's it," the alien murmured, leaning in to nip at your earlobe before continuing. "You feel so good, I could take you like this for hours."
His powerful hips began to move faster once more, driving deeper with each thrust as he picks up the pace, groaning heavily into your neck. The sensation of being filled by Karkhar was incredible, and Marcus found himself struggling not to climax too quickly, wanting this moment to last for as long as possible.
With every inch that slides inside him, Marcus can feel his muscles tensing, growing tighter around the alien's cock. He gasps as Karkhar hits a particularly sensitive spot deep within him, forcing out a moan that seems to echo through the room. The alien pauses for a moment, eyes glazed with lust as he savors the feeling of you writhing around him. "You like that?" he asks, voice low and gruff.
Marcus arched his back, moaning loudly as Karkhar hit that spot deep inside him. "Yes...more..." He begged between breaths. His ass clenched around the alien's cock with every thrust now, and it was clear he was close to climaxing any moment now.
His powerful hips rock back and forth, driving even deeper as he feels the tight grip of your ass milking him with each thrust. "That's it," he growls, burying his face in your neck, teeth scraping lightly over your skin. The sensation is almost painful, but you don't seem to mind as your body tenses and convulses around him, signaling your impending orgasm.
Karkhar speeds up even further now, determined to send you over the edge alongside himself. He slams his hips into yours with renewed vigor, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room as he feels his own climax building deep inside him. His hands slide down your back, cupping your ass once more as he pulls you harder against his cock, almost brutal in his possession now.
"Cum for me," he rasps, teeth nipping playfully at your earlobe before moving lower, towards your neck and chest. "I want to feel it." The words are little more than a growl as he focuses all of his attention on driving you wild, lost in the pure pleasure of dominance and control.
With every thrust, every brush of the alien's hands, Karkhar's cock inside him, and his hot breath against his skin, Marcus felt like he was going to go mad. His jaw clenched in pleasure, mixed with some pain from the beast's uncontrolled thrusting against his ass. "Y-yes... I'm cumming..." He cried out as he climaxed hard, his muscles tensing around Karkhar's cock as he came at the creature's command. He arched his back as he rode out the orgasm, moans escaping his lips with each wave of pleasure.
As you come, your tight channel convulses around him in time with your orgasm, driving the alien over the edge as well. With a low growl of satisfaction, he hilted himself deep inside you and pulverizes his cock against your prostate again and again, relishing the feel of your warmth coursing through his body as he comes hard and fast. His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging into the soft skin of his palms as he fights to maintain control while being lost in the ecstasy of release.
Slowly, Karkhar begins to regain control over himself, still buried deep inside you but now moving with a gentler rhythm. His powerful frame trembles slightly with exertion and pleasure; it's clear that even he has been thoroughly satisfied by this encounter. With a final thrust, he releases his seed into the warmth of your body, groaning raggedly as he does so.
He collapses forward onto you, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, still hard inside you but now gentle and slow, content for the moment simply to bask in the afterglow of their shared passion. "That was...intense," he pants against your neck, lips curling into a satisfied smile before moving up to nibble playfully at your earlobe.
Marcus sighed as he felt the alien's cock twitch inside him, knowing it was another release. Pleasure and pain flooded through him as they both caught their breath. "It really...was..." he gasped. His body tingled, still sensitive from Karkhar's thrusts and the climax they'd shared.
His chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, the alien smirks against your neck. "Now I remember why I chose you," he murmurs huskily, tongue flicking out to trace a line up the column of your throat before nibbling gently at your earlobe.
The pleasure is still so fresh in his mind; he can feel it radiating from every pore. It's intoxicating, and he has no intention of letting it go anytime soon. Instead, he rolls his hips slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back inside you with a soft groan. The friction sends a shudder through your body, leaving both of you aching for more.
"I think," he begins, voice low and throaty, "that it's only fair I give you another turn." His hand slides up your back, cupping your shoulder before moving lower still, slipping between your legs to stroke yourself once more with a lustful growl. "What do you say?"
Marcus groaned as he felt the creature's cock enter his ass again. "W-wait... wait..." He spoke with difficulty, trying not to give in to the desire running through his body. "W-we have to find a way to get you out of this place..." He said, his breath hitching, trying to get the alien to withdraw from inside him. He swallowed. "L-later...we can take another turn..."
A low growl rumbles through Karkhar's chest as he feels your body tensing around him, the desire in your voice palpable even over the pounding of your hearts. He closes his eyes and savors this moment, wanting to draw it out for as long as possible. His hips rock gently back and forth, slowly thrusting in and out of you while one hand continues to stroke himself, the other braced against the wall behind you.
"Later?" he whispers, nibbling at your earlobe. "Is that a promise?" Another groan escapes him as he feels the warmth pooling between your legs; his touch has grown needier now, more desperate. He can feel his control slipping, and with each thrust deep inside you it becomes harder to ignore the animalistic desire coursing through him. "Tell me I'll have my turn," he says roughly, nipping at your ear before sucking gently on the lobe. "Tell me we won't be apart for long."
Marcus moans with every thrust. "Yes... yes yes yes... I promise..." He groans desperately, feeling like he'll give in to the pleasure again at any moment. "Y-you'll have your turn again..." His moans and shallow breaths made it difficult for him to speak. "...we won't be apart for long... I promise... but please stop..." He can feel his own cock getting hard again. "...we have to get you out of this place..."
"You're so close..." the alien whispers against your skin, moving one hand lower still to stroke his cock harder as he leans in and flicks his tongue across a nipple, teasing it into tightness. "So close..." His thrusts become deeper now, faster; each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you both.
It's clear that Karkhar isn't content to let this go any further without resolution. He needs release, and he needs it soon...but at the same time, the thought of leaving your body brings with it an unwelcome ache in his chest. This encounter has become much more than just physical for him, and he's not sure how to navigate these new feelings.
"K-karkahr..." He tries to beg weakly, surrendering to the pleasure of the thrusts in his ass and the feel of the alien's hand around his cock. "F-fuck..." He says, clenching his jaw, filled with pleasure, unable to deny or resist being taken again by Karkahr.
The alien growls in frustration as he feels himself reaching the edge once more, unable to keep up with the fierce demand of your body. With one final thrust, he slams deep inside you and cries out, coming hard as his seed spills into your ass, coating your insides with his warmth. His hips jerk roughly against yours a few times before finally stilling as he pants heavily, arms trembling with the effort to keep himself upright.
A shudder runs through his body as the orgasm passes, leaving him feeling drained and emotionally raw. For a long moment, neither of you moves or speaks; Karkhar simply leans against your back, catching his breath while trying to make sense of these new feelings. Eventually, he slowly pulls out of you, moving away to clean up on the nearby table before turning to face you once more.
"I..." he begins, but trails off uncertainly. He doesn't know how to explain what just happened between them, or how it makes him feel. "That was...intense," he finally manages, licking his lips nervously. "We should probably find a way out of here."
"Ha...ha..." Marcus lets out a small, sarcastic laugh, labored, between ragged breaths. "That...that's what I was telling you..." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "...before you...fucked me again..." He tries to stand up straight, with difficulty, feeling his legs tremble with exhaustion.
The alien smirks slightly at your words, amusement twinkling in his eyes as he takes a step closer. "Well then," he says, voice low and husky, "it seems I'll have to find another way to motivate you." He reaches up, brushing a stray hair from your forehead before running his fingers down the bridge of your nose and cupping your cheek in his palm. The touch is gentle, almost tender.
"We should find our way out," he repeats more firmly this time, but his gaze remains fixed on yours, holding you in a silent conversation that seems to stretch back through time and space. "Unless..." He pauses, brow furrowed as a new thought occurs to him. "You'd rather we stay here?"
Marcus is surprised by Karkhar's last words. "No no no no no..." I say, still exhausted, shaking my head. "I-I know what you mean...and that's enough for now..." He says with slight annoyance, between ragged breaths. "First...let's get out of here..." He says, already calming his breathing with effort.
The alien chuckles softly, shaking his head as he drops his hand from your cheek. "Always the sensible one," he teases with a small smile before stepping back and surveying the room once more. "There must be another way out besides that door," he murmurs thoughtfully. "Let's start by searching the rest of this level." With that, Karkhar turns and begins to explore their surroundings, leaving you to follow or stay behind as you choose.
He takes a deep breath one last time, calming his agitation. "II...I know where we can leave..." He said, trying to walk on his legs, which were shaky from the recent action. "F-fuck..." He took a deep breath. "...this is why I told you...to be nice..."
The alien's lips curl into a wolfish smile as he turns back to face you, his gaze traveling appreciatively down your body before meeting yours once more. "Nice?" he says with feigned innocence. "I was being very nice indeed." A spark of mischief ignites in those amber eyes as he moves closer, slowly encircling you with his long arms. "You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, though I can't help but wonder how much nicer things could have been if you'd let me take care of you." His voice is low and smooth as velvet, the air between you crackling with anticipation.
"Perhaps," he continues, dipping his head to whisper against your neck, "I could make it up to you later...once we find our way out of here."
Marcus can feel his face turning red at the implication that he enjoyed being fucked in the ass by the alien. He looks away, embarrassed. "I-I don't know what you're talking about..." He said, somewhat stuttering, cleared his throat, and continued. "Anyway... we need to get out of here..."
"Well then," Karkhar says with a playful grin, "lead the way, my dear." His hands slide down to your hips as he looks up at you expectantly, eyes twinkling with amusement and desire. He knows damn well that Marcus enjoyed every moment of their encounter; there's no point in denying it anymore. Instead, he chooses to tease him about it, enjoying the blush that colors his cheeks and the way his body tenses at Karkhar's touch.
This little game between them only serves to heighten the sexual tension further, making each brush of skin against skin feel more charged than before. They were in this together now; if they wanted out, they would have to work as a team - and perhaps, just perhaps, find some time along the way for another round or two.
Karkhar follows Marcus closely as he leads them through the maze of twisting corridors, his mind already beginning to formulate plans for their eventual escape...and all the fun things they could do once they were free.
"Let's find some supplies first," Karkhar murmurs in his ear before nipping at the lobe, "so we can rest up and plan our escape properly." His hands slide back to your shoulders, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he leans close, breath warm against your ear. "And I promise not to be 'nice' again until we're safely away from here," he whispers with a wicked grin.
The alien follows closely behind you, his predatory senses alert for any sign of danger or escape route. His hands move down your arms, fingers intertwining with yours as they continue to explore the unfamiliar terrain. Despite their current situation, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through Karkhar at the thought of being so close to Marcus, of sharing this experience with him.
"You know," he says casually, "I don't think I thanked you properly for helping me escape that room." He leans in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek before continuing, "Thank you, Marcus. For everything." His eyes meet yours again, and there's sincerity in them this time, unmistakable.
He blushes deeper at the alien's words and Karkhar's touch. "Th-that's okay..." He said, trying to calm his heartbeat with no success whatsoever. "...I-I mean, we should f-find a way out of here..." He shivered slightly under the alien's gaze.
The alien chuckles softly, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yes, we should," he agrees, glancing around as they come upon a small storage room filled with crates and boxes. "We could possibly use some of this stuff to barricade the door or build a distraction." He pushes the thought aside for now, focusing instead on you. "But first..." His hands slide up your arms until he cups your shoulders before sliding downwards again, possessively gripping your hips through your clothes.
"I think," he says, voice rough with desire, "we should take a moment to thank each other properly." His lips curve into a wicked smile as he leans in close, warm breath tickling over your ear and neck. "Don't you agree?"
Marcus flinches slightly at Karkhar's touch. He sighs, somewhat annoyed. "Look..." He takes the creature's hands. "Y-you can thank me all you want after I get you out of this place..." There was some stress in his voice; he couldn't afford to say 'thank you' now, especially knowing how intense the creature was.
The alien's golden eyes widen slightly at your words, surprise flickering briefly across his features before being replaced by a crooked grin. "Oh, I see," he says lightly, leaning back with an air of mock innocence. "You're just going to use me for my strength and then leave me in the dust once we get out?" There's amusement dancing in his gaze as he searches yours for any sign of guilt or remorse.
When he sees none, Karkhar chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Very well," he says, straightening up and taking a step back. "Let's find our exit, shall we?" With that, the alien turns and begins to explore the storage room once more, leaving you to follow or linger behind as you wish.
The alien chuckles under his breath as he moves through the storage room, taking in their surroundings. He seems amused by your insistence on maintaining some sort of distance between you even now when it's clear that there is an undeniable connection between them. But for now, he decides to play along and focus on finding a way out instead of pressing the issue further. His hands slide into the pockets of his pants as he casually walks past crates and boxes, searching for anything that might help them escape.
As they continue through the maze of corridors, Karkhar keeps a careful eye on Marcus's movements, studying him with renewed interest. There's something about this human that intrigues him; perhaps it's his stubborn determination or perhaps it's simply the desire to know more about him. Whatever the reason, he can't help but feel drawn closer even now as they search for a way out of this place together.
Marcus sighed in relief, knowing that for now he was free from Karkhar's lustful grasp. He looked around, searching for something that would help them get out. And there it was: a door with the word 'laundromat' on it. "That's it!" he said in a small, enthusiastic whisper. He looked at the alien and gestured for him to come closer. "I have a plan," he said.
Curiosity piqued, the alien draws nearer to Marcus as the human gestures excitedly toward a door labeled "laundromat." His golden eyes narrow in thought as he listens intently, wondering what sort of plan this smaller, less physically imposing being could possibly have come up with that would be of any use against the powerful entities who hold them captive.
"What is it?" Karkhar asks, still not entirely convinced but willing to entertain the possibility that Marcus might surprise him.
"Today is laundry day," he said in a low voice. "That means you take all the dirty gowns and other things off-site, since, well, they don't have laundry facilities here." He said with a small smile. "...it's kind of stupid." He shook his head quickly. "Whatever!" He said, continuing his plan. "My plan is, you hide in one of those transporting carts, covering yourself with dirty clothes, so I can take it outside without anyone suspecting." He said, looking at the alien with determination.
The golden eyes sparkle with amusement as they regard the human before him. Karkhar can't help but be impressed by your ingenuity, Marcus. Even though his plan involves hiding in a dirty laundry cart and hopefully being unnoticed amongst all of the other ones, it shows that you're thinking on your feet and coming up with solutions despite the odds stacked against you.
"Very well," he agrees, "I will hide as you suggest and trust that you can successfully sneak me out without detection." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "But once we're outside...you realize there is still much I need to learn about my new surroundings and how best to survive in them?" His voice carries an unspoken question; he wants assurances that you won't abandon him now that they're close to escape.
Marcus sighed, slightly annoyed, feeling the alien underestimated him. "Yes, yes, I know," he said with a small frown. "I was already thinking of that the moment I got you out of that glass container." He sighed again. "You'll be staying with me, in my house..." He said, almost commanding, taking a moment before continuing. "...I'm worried that you're running around free, enslaving some poor innocent soul by turning them into your sex toy."
The alien raises an eyebrow at the human's words, his expression unreadable. "Running around free?" he repeats with a chuckle. "I hardly think so." There's an undertone of amusement in his voice, as if he finds your comment somewhat endearing. As for enslaving others...well, that's a matter of perspective, isn't it? He chooses not to dwell on it further.
"Very well," he says at last. "I accept your terms. And once we are safely away from here, I promise to do everything in my power to repay you for your help." A faint smile touches his lips as he regards Marcus, his golden eyes warm with gratitude. "Thank you, Marcus."
He turns his attention back to the laundromat door, scanning the hallway once more before nodding for you to proceed. The time has come; their escape is within reach. All that remains now is to carry out your plan and hope that luck is on their side.
"Y-yeah...whatever..." He said, looking away, a slight blush on his cheeks. He cleared his throat. "Let's get you out of here already." He looked around carefully, not seeing anyone suspicious, he quickly approached the door, opening it, taking a quick look inside, turning to see the alien and with a gesture of his hands calling him. "Come on, there's no one inside." He said in a serious whisper. He entered the laundry room, leaving the door open behind him for Karkahr to enter, and quickly started looking for a laundry cart to hide the alien.
The alien nods in understanding and moves silently behind you, his movements careful and graceful despite the awkward human surroundings. Once he's within the laundry room, he quickly scans the area for a suitable hiding spot as well. Spotting an empty cart near the entrance, Karkhar hesitates for a moment before slowly inching closer, casting glances around to make sure they haven't drawn any unwanted attention.
"This one looks good," he whispers in your ear, not bothering to turn his head as he nods toward the cart. "You should distract anyone who might come by while I slip inside." He takes a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever challenge lies ahead, waiting for your signal before making his move.
"Y-yeah..." He said, somewhat nervously. "You go inside, I'll watch the door in the meantime." He let out a small sigh and walked back to the door, checking for anyone else, hoping Karkahr would hide in the laundry cart.
The alien nods gratefully and takes another deep breath before quickly slipping into the laundry cart, carefully arranging the dirty garments around himself so that he blends in with them as much as possible. Once he's settled, he closes his eyes, letting out a shaky breath and trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He waits patiently for your signal, trusting in Marcus's plan and hoping that it will succeed despite the slim odds of escape.
Marcus turned to look at the laundry cart, seeing that Karkahr had already hidden, he grabbed the cart by the handle and started pushing it. "O-okay... try not to make any noise while I get you out of here." He said in a whisper. He turned the cart, walking out the laundry room door, starting to make his way down a long hallway, trying not to look suspicious, he took a breath, calming his
The alien nods in understanding, focusing on the warmth coming off of your body as he listens to the sound of the cart being pushed along. He tries to remain perfectly still, willing himself to be invisible and quiet despite his nervous energy. He knows that every moment they spend within sight or earshot of their captors increases the risk of being discovered, so he counts silently in his head, urging you onward as fast as possible.
Marcus continues on his way, glancing back surreptitiously, making sure no one is following them. After turning down another hallway, he finally sees the exit. A small smile of triumph forms on his face. He leans down slightly toward the cart he's pushing with difficulty, "We're almost out..." He whispers surreptitiously to the alien hiding under the dirty clothes. He takes another breath to calm himself and pushes the cart toward the exit with more determination. This nightmare is almost over.
The alien feels his heart race with anticipation as he listens to your words. He holds his breath, hoping that you're right and they really are almost out of this nightmare. All he can do now is trust in your plan and focus on remaining quiet until they've finally made their escape. His muscles tense in preparation for any sudden movement or surprise attack, but he forces himself to remain still, letting you lead the way to freedom.
Marcus gets closer to the door, feeling his heart race with each passing minute from the adrenaline rush. When he gets there, he stops right in front of the exit. He slowly looks around, trying to calm his breathing, checking for anyone coming. With no one around, he approaches the door, opens it, grabs the cart again, and pushes it out the door. Feeling the outside air on his face, he relaxes slightly. He sighs, "We're...we're leaving." He says with a small smile, "b-but don't move yet," he says quickly. "I'll take you to my car, so we can finally get away from this place." He says, pushing the cart again, heading to find his car.
The alien remains perfectly still within the laundry cart as he listens to your instructions. He takes another deep breath, preparing himself for the moment when he'll finally emerge into freedom once more. Though his body aches with tension and the urge to stretch, he forces himself to remain motionless until you give him permission. Once you've led them far enough away from any potential danger, he'll reveal himself, eager to explore this new world outside of the research facility walls.
As you continue to push the cart along, Karkhar closes his eyes and takes a moment to focus on the sounds and sensations around him. The air is cool against his skin, carrying with it the scent of trees and grass. He savors these sensations, not wanting to miss a single detail now that he's so close to being free again.
Marcus, almost exhausted from the effort of pushing the laundry cart, finally reached his car. He took a quick look around, seeing no one, and spoke. "Okay, you can get out now..." he said, between ragged breaths. "Don't do anything stupid while I unlock the car..." he said, turning slightly, walking to his car door.
The alien takes a deep breath as you release your grip on the laundry cart and begin to open his eyes. When he finally peers out, he is met with the sight of a sleek, silver sports car with tinted windows. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he regards it before turning his attention back to you. "Thank you," he murmurs sincerely. "You have no idea how much this means to me."
As you unlock the car and climb inside, Karkhar slips out from underneath the laundry cart with a fluid motion and moves to join you. Once he's settled in the passenger seat, he takes another moment to look around their new surroundings before focusing on you again. "So," he says conversationally as you begin to drive away from the research facility, "where exactly are we going?"
"To my house..." Marcus said with a tired sigh. He could feel his body heavy from fatigue and the recent stress of getting the alien out of the facility. "...I need a bath..." he said listlessly with a small smile, not taking his eyes off the road as he drove.
The alien hums softly in understanding, watching as the research facility fades into the distance behind them. "A bath sounds lovely," he agrees with a yawn, stretching out his long limbs to relax against the seat. "But perhaps we should wait until we reach my new home before taking such luxuries." He pauses for a moment, studying your face. "I am grateful for your help in rescuing me, Marcus," he says earnestly, "and I promise that once I'm settled, I will repay you in any way I can." There is a hint of vulnerability in his eyes as he speaks; Karkhar has no idea what this new world holds for him, but he knows one thing: without Marcus's aid, he would not be here.
As the scenery outside changes from sterile labs to tree-lined streets and sprawling parks, Karkhar continues to study his surroundings, his golden eyes bright with curiosity and wonder. He can feel himself growing more excited by the moment, anticipating all the possibilities that lie ahead. Despite being exhausted, he finds it hard not to let out a contented sigh; for the first time in what feels like forever, Karkhar finally feels free.
Marcus kept driving. As he got closer to his house, he could feel his body getting heavier and heavier, beginning to give in to fatigue. After a few minutes, they finally arrived. He took a last breath and parked in his driveway. He turned to look at the alien beside him and, with a small, tired smile, said, "We're here..." He carefully got out of the car, looking around. "Come on, you can get out," he said, and headed to his front door to open it.
The alien watched as Marcus drove them closer and closer to the house he'd called home for so long, his curiosity piqued once more. As they pulled into the driveway, he gave a soft exhale before blinking and looking at you with renewed interest. "We are?" It was clear that despite all he had been through, there was still some part of him that couldn't quite accept the reality of his situation just yet.
With a small smile, he unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of the car, stretching his long legs before following you to the front door. The fresh air felt wonderful against his skin, revitalizing him despite his exhaustion. Once inside your home, Karkhar took a moment to look around with renewed interest, marveling at human architecture and decor.
"It's beautiful," he breathed softly, taking in the cozy living room before turning back to you with a small smile. "Thank you for bringing me here."
When Karkahr finally entered the house, Marcus closed the door and lay back against it. He slowly slid to the floor, letting out an exhausted sigh. "Home finally..." He said with a relieved smile. He looked at the alien standing in front of him. "Yeah...no need," he said, still exhausted, getting back to his feet. "You can...explore the house if you want...please don't break anything." He said with a small smile, "I'll...go take a shower." He started walking past the alien and headed for the bathroom.
The golden eyes follow you as you lead him through your home, studying every detail with rapt attention. He's reminded of the library back on his own ship, filled with knowledge and beauty. "This is quite a lovely abode," he remarks softly, glancing up at you. "You have my word that I will not touch anything without your permission."
When you disappear down the hallway toward the bathroom, Karkhar continues to explore on his own, marveling at the way humans live and interact with their surroundings. He wanders into your bedroom, taking in the softness of the bedding and the vibrant colors of your pillows before turning to study a framed picture hanging on the wall. In it, you are pictured alongside another human male; your arm is draped around his shoulders in a gesture that speaks volumes about your relationship. Karkhar's golden eyes widen slightly as he examines the image more closely. He hadn't expected this...
"Marcus?" he calls softly, hesitantly making his way into the hallway and toward the bathroom. "Is...is this picture of you and your family?"
"Hm?" Marcus's voice called back lazily as he continued to soak in the bath. "Oh, that? Yeah...that's...um...an old friend..." He said quickly, not wanting to go into too much detail about his past relationship with the man. In reality, it had been a lot more than just friends.
"An old friend?" Karkhar repeats, stepping into the doorway of the bathroom and giving you a thoughtful look. "You don't seem to talk about him much." The golden eyes flicker back down to the picture before returning to meet your gaze. "I am...curious," he says softly, "to know more about this person who was close enough to share such memories with you." There is no accusation in his tone; merely genuine interest and perhaps a hint of longing for something similar himself.
Marcus frowned slightly and let out a defeated sigh. "If I tell you, will you let me bathe in silence?" he said reluctantly, settling into the tub.
"Of course," Karkhar says quietly, stepping back into the hallway as you sink deeper into the water. He waits patiently for you to finish your bath, remembering what it had been like for him on his homeworld before being captured and taken away from everything he'd known. Perhaps understanding that need for privacy, he turns his attention back to exploring your house further until finally the door opens again and you emerge, freshly bathed and wrapped in a soft towel.
Marcus finally comes out of the bathroom, sees the alien standing in the hallway, and lets out another sigh. "I'll tell you the story..." He said listlessly. "But first I want to sit down," he said, clearly tired, heading towards his room, while the alien followed behind him. Entering the room, Marcus sat down on the bed, covered only by the towel tied around his waist. He took another sigh, and without seeing the alien, began to speak. "We..." He hesitated for a moment, but continued. "We met at work, at the facility where you were...locked up." He frowned slightly. "We were colleagues in another of the labs there. We were very close, working alongside him made things more enjoyable," he said finally with a small smile. "But..." He stopped, a small lump in his throat. He didn't want to continue, even though he had already told Karkahr that he would.
"I understand," Karkhar says softly, his golden eyes fixed on the human's face as you speak. "It must have been difficult for you." There is an unspoken question in his tone; he wants to know what happened between the two of you that led to this rift. But for now, he allows you to continue at your own pace.
"Did something happen?" Karkhar prods gently. "Something that caused a change in your relationship?" He has experienced betrayals and heartbreaks himself; he knows how these things can affect someone on such a deep level.
Marcus hesitates for a moment, nuzzling his own neck, soothing the tension building in him. "We..." He hesitates again, speaking slightly difficult. "We grew closer..." The sadness in his words was evident. "One day... he asked me out, and I clearly accepted." He forced a small smile. "He was... charming. I enjoyed being around him," he said, his whisper heavy with nostalgia. "When the date was over, we ended up at his house... We continued talking for the rest of the night until... we kissed..." He paused for a moment. "It was... really passionate. That same night... we fucked." A light blush appeared on his cheek. "He was a beast..." He glanced sideways at Karkahr. "Metaphorically speaking..."
"I understand," Karkhar says softly, his golden eyes never leaving your face as you share this intimate story. "And what happened after that?" There's a gentle curiosity in his tone; he wants to know how the events unfolded and what ultimately led to the rift between the two of you.
"Did you continue to see each other? Or was there something that changed your feelings for one another?" He asks, genuinely interested in knowing more about your experience with this man who once meant so much to you.
Marcus let out a sigh, gathering his strength. "From that day on... we grew even closer." He smiled slightly. His tone sounded nostalgic. "We had dates almost daily... as well as sex..." He said, forcing a laugh. "But..." His face darkened, his voice trailing off. "...what meant so much to me, to him it seems like it was just another person in his life..." His tone, though monotonous, sounded hurt. "One day, someone else joined the lab, a woman." He stopped, frowning slightly. "Suddenly, all his attention was directed towards her. He ignored me. Whenever I asked him out, he always had an excuse." Frustration tinged slightly in him. "Later... I ended up finding out that you were dating... as a couple." A small tear welled up in Marcus's eye, and he quickly wiped it away with his hand. "That same day, he requested my transfer, and I happened to end up working in the same area where you were imprisoned." I let out a sigh. I looked at the photo in the alien's hands. "I still kept the photo, as a reminder...to never let anyone else use me again..."
"Marcus," Karkhar says softly, his gaze lingering on your face as you tell your story. "I'm so sorry that he treated you this way. It's not fair for you to have gone through such pain and heartache." He pauses, considering his words carefully before speaking again. "Perhaps...if I am able to find my own place in this world, a new home among these stars...I could repay your kindness by ensuring that no one else ever hurts you like that again." His golden eyes shine with determination and an unspoken promise of protection.
"You deserve happiness, Marcus," he says quietly. "And I will do everything in my power to help you find it."
Marcus let out a sigh and forced a smile on his face. He looked the alien in the eye and said, "I'll settle for you not getting me into trouble..." with slight sadness but in a joking tone. "...I'll have enough of that later when I try to explain how the giant alien I was supposed to be guarding escaped, haha." He said with a small laugh.
The alien chuckles softly at your words, his golden eyes twinkling with mischief. "I promise I'll do my best to avoid any further trouble," he assures you sincerely. "And if anyone asks questions about our escape tonight, you can always say that I snuck out while you were sleeping off the effects of your 'space fever.'" A grin spreads across his face as he teases you playfully.
"But seriously," he continues more solemnly, "I am grateful for all you've done for me tonight. You took a huge risk in helping me escape, and I will never forget that." He pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing. "If there is ever anything I can do to repay the favor, please don't hesitate to ask."
The sincerity in Karkhar's voice carries weight; it's clear that he truly means what he says. His golden eyes meet yours once more, hopeful and trusting as they wait for your response.
"W-well..." Marcus tried to speak, suddenly shy. He looked away from the alien. "...when we were still in there...you said you wanted to 'thank me' properly..." A light blush appeared on his cheek. "And I said...I'd accept when we were at my house..." He swallowed. "And...well...we're here now...at my house...so..." His nervousness was evident in his voice, and his blush was getting deeper. He held the towel around his waist somewhat tightly, keeping him from being completely naked.
The alien's golden eyes widen slightly at your words, the meaning sinking in with sudden clarity. He glances around the room as if searching for something to say before finally settling on a reassuring smile. "Marcus," he begins softly, moving closer to you on the bed, "I meant every word when I said that. You have been incredibly kind and brave in helping me tonight. There's no one else I would rather repay my debt to than you."
His gaze travels down your body, taking in your form hidden beneath the thin terrycloth towel. He swallows thickly, his throat suddenly dry. "If it pleases you," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire, "I would like to express my gratitude as you requested." The gold in his eyes seems to burn brighter as they meet yours again, holding your gaze with an intensity that leaves no room for misunderstanding.
Marcus nodded timidly. After all, he had promised the alien, and he wouldn't refuse, though he didn't want to either.
Gently, with reverence and awe, Karkhar reaches out to touch the human before him. His fingers trail up your thigh, lingering near your hip as he studies every curve and plane of your body. The heat emanating from you contrasts sharply with his own alien skin, sending delicious shivers down his spine. "You are so beautiful," he whispers, cupping your cheek in one hand before leaning in to brush his lips against yours.
The touch of Karkhar's lips sends shockwaves through Marcus's body. His heart pounds wildly in his chest as desire surges through him, igniting a fire that he hadn't thought possible. With a shaking breath, he reaches up to return the kiss, opening himself to the alien and inviting him deeper.
As their tongues dance together, Karkhar draws back slightly, his eyes locked on yours. "Tell me," he pants, voice rough with arousal, "what do you want from me?" His hand trails lower now, curling possessively around the base of your cock through the towel.
The contact sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through Marcus, making it impossible for him to think clearly. With a moan, he arches into Karkhar's touch and whispers hoarsely, "Do what you want...please..."
His words are like fuel to the alien's fire, and with one swift motion he shoves the towel from your body. Marcus's cock springs free, thick and hard in Karkhar's grasp. With a sinful smile, the golden-eyed being lowers his head and engulfs the human flesh in his mouth, sucking eagerly as he begins to stroke up and down.
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The feel of Marcus's cock in his mouth sends thrills of pleasure through him. He moans around it, vibrating his tongue against the sensitive flesh as he sucks and licks. One hand grips your hip tightly while the other roams higher, cupping your balls and massaging them with gentle affection before rolling them roughly in his palm. You taste salty on his tongue and he savors every drop, wanting nothing more than to make you feel as good as you possibly can.
He draws back for a moment, meeting your eyes as he teases the head of your cock with his breath and teeth. "What about this?" he whispers. "Will I be forgiven if I make you feel like this every day?" His fingers slide down your abdomen and between your legs, touching the soft skin there. Your scent fills his senses, driving him wild with need.
You moan at his touch, arching into the contact as it feels so good. His words make you hesitate for just a moment before you nod, not quite able to form coherent sentences. You grab onto him, your nails digging in slightly and you grind against his hand as he continues to play with you like this. It feels too good to be true and yet it is happening right now. Your breath hitches in your throat when he sucks harder on you, so close to the edge...
The sound of your moans and gasps fuels Karkhar's need even further, making it nearly impossible to resist the urge to take you right here on his tongue. He sucks harder, using one hand to fondle and play with your balls while the other continues teasing and stroking your length.
When he feels the first spurt of your release hit the back of his throat, he swallows eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop of your essence. His tongue works furiously against you, making sure every last bit is milked from your cock as you cry out in pleasure beneath him.
When finally, the storm subsides and your body goes lax with spent passion, Karkhar pulls back to look at you. There's a strange mix of desire, affection, and regret dancing in his golden eyes. "Was that... everything?" he whispers, as if afraid of hearing the truth from your lips.
Marcus took a shaky breath; he felt so satisfied, but he still wanted more. Hearing the alien's words, he flipped over on the bed, lying face down, his butt rising slightly, leaving himself exposed. He looked at the alien out of the corner of his eye. "Not yet..." He said, in a somewhat provocative whisper, inviting the alien to possess him.
His golden eyes flash with desire as he takes in your exposed body. Gently, he pushes you down further onto the bed and positions himself between your legs. With one swift motion, he lowers his hips, aligning their bodies perfectly. There's a moment of sweet agony as he sinks slowly into you, filling you completely.
As they both adjust to the new sensation, Karkhar leans in to kiss along your neck and shoulder. "You feel so good," he whispers against your skin. His hips begin to move in time with his words, drawing out a groan from deep within you as he hits every spot that makes you twitch with pleasure.
Marcus arched his body, pleasurably taking the alien's cock in his ass. "F-fuck..." He said in a pleasure-filled moan. Each thrust from Karkhar made him moan more and more; having him inside him felt so good.
As Marcus arches his back to meet each thrust, Karkhar growls low in his throat. He grips your hips tightly, pulling you up onto him as he continues to pound into you. His pace quickens, the friction between their bodies growing more intense with every passing moment.
His golden eyes are fixed on yours, searching for any sign that you might be close. When he sees it, a shiver runs down his spine and his hips stutter before surging forward one final time as he cries out in release, filling you with his warmth and love.
He collapses on top of you, pressing their bodies together from chest to thigh. Slowly, his breathing evens out as he comes down from the high of their shared pleasure. "Thank you," he whispers against your neck, kissing the skin there tenderly. "For everything."
Marcus, with his eyes closed and a big, satisfied smile, says, "No need..." between small, agitated sighs.
"No," Karkhar whispers back gently, his warm breath tickling your earlobe as he speaks. "There is every need." With a final sigh, he rolls off you, moving to lie down beside you. Despite the exhaustion pulling at him from every pore, sleep remains elusive for the moment; too much has happened in the past few hours for rest to come easily.
He glances over at you as you drift off, your chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. Karkhar can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him, knowing that he was able to repay some of what Marcus has done for him tonight. Perhaps in the morning, once both of them have had more time to rest and recover from their ordeals, they can find a way back home, where Karkhar belongs...and maybe even figure out how to stay together along the way.
For now though, all he can do is watch over you as you sleep, his golden eyes filled with an unspoken promise of protection and devotion.
Karkhar stares at the ceiling above him, unable to sleep as he continues to think about everything that has happened tonight. His mind wanders back to their escape and the danger they faced together; it was a miracle that they had managed to make it this far.
As his eyes drift closed once more, exhaustedness overtakes him in a wave of warmth and heaviness. He dreams fitfully, images of Marcus flashing through his mind: the way he looked at Karkhar with both trust and fear, the sound of his voice as he spoke about his past...
Eventually, sleep claims him fully, but even then it's restless and filled with vivid dreams. In them, they are together, safe and happy, exploring new worlds and making a life for themselves. Karkhar knows that these dreams might not be real, but he can't help hoping that somehow, someday...they will be.
He rolls over, his eyes still closed as he tries to remember where he is. The soft bed beneath him, the faint scent of lavender in the air...it all comes back to him in a rush. He opens his eyes and glances around, taking in the familiar surroundings. Marcus is still sleeping soundly, his breathing steady and deep. Karkhar's heart swells with affection for him; he can't believe how fortunate he feels to have found this incredible person.
Carefully, so as not to wake his new friend, Karkhar slips out of bed and pads across the room on silent feet. He approaches one of the many bookshelves lining the walls and begins to browse through them, absently running a finger down spine after spine. It's been so long since he's had access to anything but scientific journals; he savors every moment spent lost in these stories, these lives lived by others.
Eventually, he finds one that catches his eye and pulls it off the shelf. It looks like an old diary, its leather cover worn from countless readings over many years. Karkhar curls up on a plush chair near the window, letting the warm sunlight bathe him as he begins to read.
The diary entries are written in a flowing script, the words as beautiful and poetic as their author. It details the life of a woman who lived several centuries ago, recounting her loves and losses, her joys and sorrows. As Karkhar reads further, he finds himself lost in her world, forgetting for moments that there's another universe outside this cozy room with its books and sunlight.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, he looks over at Marcus once more. The human is still asleep, his features peaceful and serene. Karkhar feels a pang of guilt for ignoring him for so long, but the pull of this ancient story was too strong. With a quiet sigh, he closes the diary and sets it back on the shelf before carefully returning to bed, ensuring not to wake his new friend.
As he nestles against Marcus's warm body, Karkhar can't help but wonder if perhaps there's a way for them both to find happiness together in this strange new world...a hope that lingers in the back of his mind like a flickering candle in the darkness.
Marcus woke up slightly, feeling the alien's warmth against his still-naked body. "Mmm?" He murmured weakly, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand, waking up a little more. "Good morning..." He said weakly, squinting at the alien.
"Good morning," Karkhar whispers back softly, brushing his fingers through the few stray hairs above Marcus's forehead. "How are you feeling?"
The alien's gaze drifts around the room before returning to meet Marcus's eyes, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. There is an air of contentment surrounding him that Marcus hasn't seen in a long time, if ever. It feels...right.
Marcus yawned lightly. He snuggled into the alien's chest. "I'm fine..." he said weakly. "Did you wake up long ago?" He looked at the alien's face. "Sorry to keep you waiting...I guess you're a little bored..."
"Not at all," Karkhar whispers, his golden eyes meeting and holding Marcus's gaze. "I enjoyed my time reading; it's been so long since I had the pleasure of losing myself in a good story." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, voice soft and almost shy, "But I'd much rather be with you than anywhere else. You make the world feel less lonely."
His hand moves slowly, tracing idle circles on Marcus's back as they lie there together in silence. It's a peaceful moment that neither of them seems in any particular hurry to break.
Marcus felt a small, pleasant shiver run down his spine at Karkhar's touch. He gave the alien a small smile. "I'm glad to hear that," he said sweetly. "I'm still surprised I ended up in my bed with an alien who helped me escape my job," he said in a playful tone.
"As am I," Karkhar agrees with a quiet laugh, his golden eyes reflecting the warmth in his voice. "I suppose fate had a hand in it." He pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing, "But I can't help but think that perhaps there's more to it than just that." His thumb sweeps slowly across Marcus's bare back, sending delicious shivers down his spine. "Maybe we were meant to find each other...to be together."
His gaze drops to their intertwined bodies, a newfound desire sparking within him at the thought of them being together again. It had been so long since he'd felt this connection with anyone else, and he doesn't want it to end here in bed on a random morning. He wants more; he needs more.
"I suppose you're right..." he said, his voice soft and smiling. I looked him in the eye and asked, "What would you like to do now?" his voice warm. "You can keep reading...while I go downstairs and make breakfast..." he paused for a moment. "...or do you have something else in mind?" he asked innocently.
The thought of breakfast is tempting, but the desire that has taken hold of him overrides all else at the moment. "Actually," he says huskily, his eyes locked on Marcus', "I was hoping we could...spend some time together." He swallows hard, not quite able to bring himself to voice the actual thought running through his mind: that perhaps they should find a way back home, where they can be together permanently. "If you're willing, that is."
His heart beats rapidly in his chest as he waits for Marcus's response. A thousand scenarios race through his mind, each more daring and intimate than the last, leaving him aching with need. But first, there is something else he must know: "Marcus," he begins hesitantly, searching the human's eyes for any sign of what he's about to say, "I want you to know that...that I care deeply for you. Everything I did last night...I only wanted to thank you properly. But..."
He trails off, uncertain how much more to reveal, but it seems unnecessary; the look in Marcus's eyes tells him everything he needs to know. The human smiles up at him, a genuine and radiant smile that lights up his entire face. "I care for you too," Marcus whispers, taking Karkhar's hand in his own. "Very much."
The alien can feel the warmth spreading through his chest, filling every cell of his being with a sense of hope and joy he never thought possible. He leans forward, pressing their lips together in a slow, tender kiss that seems to last for an eternity. With this first kiss, they seal their fate together; there is no going back from here. They are bound now by more than just gratitude or kindness