SNOWED IN WITH THE TEDOLERAN

NOVA EDWINS

A SCI-FI ROMANCE SHORT STORY

SNOWED IN WITH THE TEDOLERAN

So, you’re snowed in over Christmas. Who would you choose for company?

a) A nice book, a tub of ice cream, and a pleasant fire crackling in the fireplace.

b) Your best friend to watch a ton of cheesy Christmas movies with while eating sushi.

c) Your grumpy alien neighbor who’s incredibly attractive but also a total a**hole.

Pick wisely, or you’ll end up like me. Sigh.

This short sci-fi Christmas romance contains a tight-lipped alien, a homesick heroine, and some roasted marshmallows.

1

SABINE

I nearly wrenched my neck to look outside while my hand groped around in the nothingness. It wasn't until Alisha swatted at me with a bag of marshmallows that I looked back toward the shelves.

"If you just help me, we'll be out of here a lot faster than if you're straining to look for snow."

I wrinkled my nose and finally grabbed and tossed the cocoa powder into the cart. At least, the label claimed it was cocoa powder. Given the happy octopus woman on the package holding up six cups at once and smiling joyfully, I wasn't quite so sure. Besides, I didn’t know how I felt about the fact that it was advertised as being "Popular on Earth."

"I just wish someone had given me more info about what it would be like to live in space beforehand. If I'd known about the whole blizzard thing, I wouldn't have chosen Nabia Prime."

Alisha rolled her eyes because she'd been living here for six years, while I'd only relocated three months ago. When I'd studied biochemistry, I hadn't expected to one day be working in a giant lab on an alien planet to make foods from Earth edible for the masses.

Horgerians couldn't stand corn but still wanted to eat popcorn because anything from our planet was a hot commodity due to its rarity. Nuk'uts were allergic to pepper, and the Ongiells got a rash from our cane sugar. My team consisted of eight people, and we spent all day trying to replicate chicken soup, milk chocolate, and ramen, only often without the main ingredients, which sometimes led to rather unexpected results. And because only humans worked in my department, we had some time off for Christmas. Most of my colleagues would be flying back to Earth to visit their families, but my parents were taking a space cruise on the SCS Matilda. And no one really knew which galaxy my brothers were hanging out in.

So I had decided to stay on Nabia Prime and finally make some friends. However, that had been before I'd found out about the blizzards.

Cautiously, I squinted towards the window again, whereupon Alisha snapped her fingers in front of my nose. "Hey, I'm talking to you. The snowstorms aren't half bad. I'm telling you, by next year, you'll be looking forward to them."

"I'm supposed to look forward to life-threatening storms? Storms with such large amounts of snow that the government imposes curfews?"

Alisha waved me off and tossed two packages of pancake mix into the cart. Replacing the wheat flour with a more digestible version had been one of my first jobs here, and I sighed.

"That makes it sound worse than it is." She continued walking, and the shopping cart hovering barely a hand's width above the ground followed her on its own. Alisha inspected the chocolate offerings. "Think of it as a romantic little forced break. You're in no danger inside, as long as your fridge is full. The planet just hits the pause button for two to three days, and no one has to go to work. It's almost romantic if you spend it sitting by the window with a good book while watching the snowflakes fall."

"Or with a cup of hot chocolate." I took the packet out of the cart and studied it again because I wasn't sure if my communicator, with which I had translated the foreign characters, was giving me an accurate reading.

"Exactly—and we're doubly lucky because the storms usually come when we celebrate Christmas according to our calendar. So romantic." Her eyes gleamed.

"That's the second time you've said romantic. Are you sure you're not just biased because you're newly in love? I can imagine what you and Nivvox are going to do the whole time."

Alisha giggled and immediately put four cans of whipped cream in the cart. "You'll find someone too. Maybe your neighbor?"

"Tystrol? I'd sooner run naked through those incoming blizzards." I wrinkled my nose and crossed my arms. The thought of my insufferably taciturn, unfriendly, and dismissive neighbor drove away my worry about the storm.

While Alisha studied the ingredient list on a package of cookies, she shrugged. "But he's hot, and I bet you're perfect for each other."

"You realize you just sort of insulted me, right?"

"You two just got off on the wrong foot. It was a misunderstanding." Alisha smiled and tossed the cookies into the cart.

"I asked him if he wanted a drink, and he said he'd rather amputate his hand. Where exactly is the misunderstanding?" Smoke was practically coming out of my ears just thinking about how I'd gathered all my courage and approached Tystrol at one of the parties in my apartment building. I had picked a super hip neighborhood, and I lived in a complex with a supermarket, a gym, and a lounge that hosted regular events. If you'd never been to a tentacle poetry slam, you were seriously missing out.

Once a month, they held a get-to-know-you session, and as I had stood there completely alone, it had occurred to me that I had seen the attractive guy over by the window before because he lived on my floor—right next door, in fact.

Anyway, I had gathered my courage and gone to speak to him, only to get the biggest rejection of my life. No, thanks. I would never willingly talk to Tystrol again. It didn't matter in the slightest that he was incredibly attractive with his tall, broad build and bright red skin. His long black hair looked so silky that I wanted to run my fingers through it—right after I asked him what kind of shampoo he used.

It didn't even bother me that he was a good two heads taller than me, which had directly raised the question in my mind of whether everything about him was that large.

"You know how aliens are. Maybe he was just being blunt and didn't mean it that way."

I frowned. "Didn't mean it that way? I'm pretty sure he meant every word exactly as he said it."

"I'm sure he didn't." Alisha jabbed her finger into the alien version of a piece of toast. "He's actually quite nice."

"And how exactly do you know that? You're supposed to be on my team, hating him along with me."

At least she had the decency to blush a little. "He's relatively good friends with Nivvox and⁠—"

I immediately raised my hand to stop her. "Oh no. Now don't tell me you're dreaming of double dates, and that's why I should forget what that guy said to me."

She sighed. "I just said you'd be good together."

"Yes, of course." When I turned around this time, there were quite a few snowflakes dancing in front of the large window, which definitely hadn't been there just a minute ago.

Alisha followed my gaze. "Crap, we should probably hurry."

"That's what I've been saying all along."

She hurried through the aisle and threw one package after another into the shopping cart, which followed us outside into the parking lot without a hitch. On Nabia Prime, checkouts and queuing at the supermarket were a thing of the past. The cart calculated what Alisha owed on its own, and the amount was then automatically deducted from her balance.

My breath condensed in front of my mouth, and I rubbed my arms because it was a lot colder than it had been half an hour ago when we'd entered the store. "Oh my goodness." My teeth chattered.

"That's normal. And when it's this cold, you'll still have a good half hour before the storms get here." She gestured to the horizon, which had darkened considerably. "I'm telling you, you can't miss the snow. Come on, we'll just get the groceries to the address the organizer gave me, and after that, you can curl up nice and snug in your apartment."

I guess I would. Alone. On Christmas. The prospect was kind of depressing, but it couldn't be helped now.

I had only learned about the snowstorms yesterday because the weather was such common knowledge here that no one had thought to inform me. It wasn't until my communicator had pinged with a reminder from the government about the curfew that the word 'blizzards' had first crossed my mind. I'd thought the climate here was supposed to be mild.

Alisha got behind the wheel of her car, which wasn't really a car, but more like a cross between a hovering boat, a bumper car, and a robot vacuum cleaner. But it was warm inside, so I didn't complain.

"Where exactly are we taking this stuff?" I asked after I'd fastened the seat belt.

"Some corporate party, but honestly, I think it's just a poorly disguised sex party."

I stared wide-eyed at my best friend. "Excuse me?"

"Come on—what kind of company party requires four cans of whipped cream? I mean, they have requested hot chocolate, but the ratio doesn't match. No one takes that much whipped cream in their hot chocolate. I'm convinced that someone will be licking whipped cream off another person's body today."

"Exciting," I said.

She waved it off and concentrated on steering the car through the increasingly heavy snow. "I'd rather organize weddings or coming of age celebrations. A lot of the aliens have much cooler traditions than we do."

"Either way, it's still more exciting than stirring cornstarch substitute into various sugar solutions all day and hoping it works this time." I sighed and looked out the window.

Since hardly anyone celebrated Christmas here, not much had been decorated. Every now and then, I saw nicely lit windows, but nothing more. I missed Christmas a little and longed for my old apartment on Earth. My Christmas decorations were in a big box in my parents' attic because I had thought I'd be spending the holidays with them.

We drove further and further into the outer district until we left the city limits behind us. The snowflakes completely obscured my vision, and I got nervous. "Are you sure we didn't drive the wrong way?"

"Quite sure. It's up ahead."

I leaned forward further. "Is that a... castle?"

"More like a house with fancy towers. They must have been gun turrets originally, but after the peace agreement with the Space Federation, they renovated it and put in stained glass, turning it into a fancy mansion.

"A nice setting for a sex party. Kind of reminds me of the castle from Beauty and the Beast."

Alisha laughed and stopped the car right in front of the door. Five huge, wide steps led up to the entrance, which was framed by tall columns.

She got out, pulled out the groceries, and began piling the heavy bags on my arms without restraint. Only when I was already groaning under the weight did she hurry ahead and tap away on her communicator, whereupon the doors swung open.

My footsteps echoed loudly through the large entrance hall. It was dark and cold.

"Just straight through. I'll get the rest," Alisha called behind me.

"Straight ahead?" Hesitantly, I took a step forward. Three corridors and two staircases led away from the hall, and I had not the slightest idea where "straight ahead" was supposed to be.

Behind me, the door slammed shut. I turned around, "Alisha?"

Uncertainly, I put the groceries down as my communicator beeped. I pulled it out and walked to the door. While I searched for a mechanism or control panel to open the door, a message from Alisha flashed on my display.

Sorry, Sabine, but you'll thank me later.

2

TYSTROL

I picked up a gold-plated ball and spun it between my fingers. All this junk was downright depressing.

Nivvox reappeared between the aisles with a beaming smile, holding up a green plant. "Ta-da!"

"What's that?"

"A sprig of mistletoe."

"And you want your beloved to eat it? For this feast? Crustmas?"

"Christmas. No, she can't eat the branch. It's poisonous to her. But if I give it to her, she'll kiss me."

I stared at him wordlessly because, for the life of me, I had nothing nice to say. A poisonous twig was rewarded with kisses? No wonder I was highly suspicious of humans.

He held up a second branch. "Do you want one for Sabine?"

The tips of my ears began to burn. "When are you going to stop teasing me about her?"

"Never." Nivvox grinned shamelessly, pulling his wings closer to his body so he could push past the stuffed baskets that separated him from the next object of his desire.

I deeply regretted telling him about my seductive neighbor. Especially since I hadn't known the truth at the time. Since then, my desire for the human woman had completely died down—killer curves or not.

"What's that?" I asked irritatedly as he turned a package in his hand before putting it in the shopping cart.

"Tinsel. That's what you decorate trees with." He looked visibly proud of himself for being so good with humans of late since he'd started dating a human woman. Alisha. He picked up a box, the contents of which could supposedly be used to build a house out of biscuits. For whatever reason one might want to do that. Nivvox turned to me. "You realize Canzoik lied to you because she has the hots for you, right?"

I screwed up my face. "Hots for me? She's old enough to be my grandmother."

"Is that supposed to be a reason? If she's into you, she's into you. Anyway, Alisha explained to me that humans have all kinds of different hair colors. Alisha having light hair doesn't say anything about her social status. Just like Sabine's dark hair doesn't mean she's a whore. And she doesn't have any STDs either."

I wrinkled my nose. "Of course Alisha claims that. But if that's true, how do you explain all the male visitors? I must have counted half a dozen different guys by now."

"You're exaggerating."

"No, I'm not. At least half a dozen."

Nivvox shook his head. "The only way you'd know that is if you kept a constant eye on her apartment door."

I gritted my teeth, snatched the biscuit house box out of his hand, and tossed it into the cart. "Are you almost done? The storms are on their way, and I have a big box of Am'u noodles waiting for me."

"Calm down. I just want Alisha to have a good Christmas."

"Why bother? She's warming your bed either way."

My friend sighed and rambled on. "If you're wondering why you're single, I have a hint for you."

I waved it off and dove unceremoniously into the next aisle, where there were piles of candles with various scents and even more of those glittery baubles that were supposedly used to decorate trees. Of course, most of the things were pretty, but I didn't care much for trinkets.

I wandered around the human decoration shop for quite a while, pondering the question of who was telling the truth. Did Canzoik from apartment 5B have a crush on me and tell me lies about Sabine because of it? I hadn't met many humans yet, so I didn't know exactly what the situation with hair colors was. Or maybe I just hadn't been paying attention because I'd found humans uninteresting before I met my sexy neighbor.

But I had not told Nivvox that particular fact yet. Also, there was another question that kept bothering me.

My apartment shared a ventilation system with Sabine's because our bathrooms were adjacent. Sometimes I could hear Sabine moaning and splashing water. Apparently, she liked to pleasure herself when she bathed. But I never heard her moan when the men visited her, which posed countless mysteries.

I felt my ears begin to burn again. I should probably think about something other than Sabine's throaty moans and how many times I'd touched myself while listening to her, or I'd be thrown out of the store for public indecency in a minute.

When I looked around for Nivvox, he was already on his way out.

His cruiser was covered in a fine layer of snow, and there was an icy breeze in the air. It wouldn't be long before the snow covered all of Nabia Prime.

With a grin, Nivvox placed the mistletoe on the dashboard and started the engine. The cruiser took off with a quiet hiss, and my friend typed in the coordinates.

I eyed the display. "Weren't you going to drop me off first?"

"But then who would help me carry in all the presents?"

"I certainly won't." I crossed my arms.

"It's for a good cause. The orphanage in the outer district? I told you about it, didn't I?"

Embarrassed, I kept silent. Nivvox talked a lot, and sometimes I just didn't listen—especially when it came to his job as a courier. And women. And sports. He'd probably told me, but I'd forgotten—either way, I was unlikely to talk my way out of it when it came to orphans.

Was there even an orphanage in the outer district?

I was still searching for the right words so that it didn't sound like I was trying to avoid the helping him out when Nivvox landed the cruiser in front of a former stronghold that had been remodeled in questionable taste and now looked plain horrible.

I followed Nivvox outside and squinted against the snow. In an hour at most, the storms would reach full intensity and rage for two to three days. It would be crazy to be on foot right now, but we shouldn't have any problems with the cruiser.

Nivvox piled two boxes into my arms, unfairly taking only one himself before climbing the steps to the door. I followed him, inwardly cursing myself for even taking his holo-call. He'd promised me drinks at the tavern, not an ah'tze shopping spree.

Nivvox unlocked the door and motioned for me to go ahead.

I stopped as if stuck. "I don't know where we have to go. After you."

"Oh nonsense, after you, friend." Nivvox's smile grew wider by the second.

I eyed the large dark entrance hall and slowly shook my head. Were we in the right place?

Before I could react, Nivvox put his hand on my back and shoved me forward. I kept forgetting how ah'tze strong Drakoni were.

Furious, I wheeled around, but just then, the doors closed, and the last thing I saw was Nivvox's face amidst all the snowflakes.

Footsteps sounded behind me before a bright voice said in an annoyed tone, "Oh no, not you of all people!"

3

SABINE

I stood in the hallway, shivering all over because it was freezing cold in this castle, stronghold, mansion, whatever. I'd thought there was no way my situation could get any worse, and now Tystrol, of all people, was standing in front of me.

Shoulders dropped, he turned and eyed me up and down.

"What are you doing here?" His deep voice boomed through the entrance hall.

Before I could answer him, my communicator lit up with another message from Alisha, who had conveniently ignored me until now. I had already threatened several times never to speak a word to her again.

Your blind date is here! Surprise!

I groaned in annoyance and rubbed my hand over my face. "Apparently, I'm on a blind date."

In the semi-darkness, I could just barely see Tystrol frowning as his communicator beeped as well. However, he didn't just get a message; instead, a hologram popped up. Alisha and her stupid dragon Nivvox grinned widely at us. "Surprise!"

"Alisha, this isn't funny. Let us out of here." I crossed my arms.

My friend grinned even wider. "I would, but unfortunately, the storms won't allow it. You have nothing to worry about—you have everything you need to survive. It's time you guys talked it out. And yes, I can't resist playing Cupid."

"Who is Cupid?" Tystrol wanted to know.

"The God of Love." I rolled my eyes, and Tystrol's snort clearly expressed what he thought of Alisha's words.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly. "Nivvox—you’ll regret it if you don't let me out of here."

The dragon merely laughed, put his scaly arm around Alisha, and said, "Those two really have a funny way of saying thank you."

With that, the conversation ended, and the hologram disappeared.

A blind date with Tystrol? That was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard in my entire life.

Frustrated, I turned and trudged back into the large drawing-room from which I had come. Having no idea how to get the heating going in the house, I had tried lighting the fireplace.

Heavy footsteps behind me revealed that the alien was following me. He put down the cardboard boxes he'd brought from the entrance hall and stopped behind me while I knelt in front of the fireplace and picked up the branch again.

"Wait, let me," he said, touching me on the shoulder to make me give him room. Without warning, he gripped tighter. "You feel cold, Sabine."

Aside from the fact that my stomach did a leap at him using my name for the first time, I could hardly miss the reproachful tone.

"I'm not here by choice, okay? If I'd known my so-called friend was going to lock me up in an abandoned country estate during a blizzard, I would’ve dressed warmer." I snorted disdainfully and froze when I heard fabric rustling a moment later.

Tystrol held his black long-sleeved shirt out to me. "Put this on until I get the fire going."

I looked up cautiously and swallowed hard. Even though it was freezing outside, the guy hadn't been wearing anything more than this thin thing, and now he was... half naked. I stared at his broad, muscular chest as he basically shoved the long-sleeved shirt into my face. "Here," he growled. "You shouldn't have to freeze."

"What... what..." How did you form complete sentences again? "What about you?" I finally managed to get out.

"Tedolerans don't freeze easily." He raised his eyebrow, managing to look even more reproachful with it.

I was reluctant to accept help from someone who would rather cut his hand off than spend time with me, but my toes suggested I not be too picky.

Before my pride won out, I grabbed the shirt and slipped it on. The alien was so tall that the shirt almost reached my knees. The fabric was surprisingly warming, and as I sighed contentedly, Tystrol's scent rose to my nose—masculine, tangy, and seductive.

He crouched in front of the fireplace, and only a moment later, the wood crackled, and the first flames flared up.

"How did you do that?" I asked indignantly.

He shrugged and walked past me. He grabbed the huge sofa and pulled it closer to the fire as if it weighed nothing. In fact, the idea to move the sofa had occurred to me, too, but I hadn't been able to move the thing one bit. Not an inch.

I didn't even have time to react when Tystrol lifted me up without warning and sat me on the couch.

"I always carry an emergency kit—tools to make a fire, a water filter system, some medicines, and a knife."

"That's smart," I said, closing my eyes because the fire warmed my face so nicely.

The couch slumped beside me, and I froze. Had he sat down next to me?

I peered out of the corner of my eye in his direction. He had not only sat down but was also obviously staring at me.

Slowly, I turned my head. "Can I help you with something?"

The corner of Tystrol's mouth fell as if he was extremely unhappy to be locked in here with me, of all people. "I'm afraid I owe you an apology." I could tell it took a lot of effort for him to even bring those words to his lips.

"Oh yeah?"

He shrugged. "I shouldn't have been so rude."

"That's right." I turned away again and stared into the fire. Snowflakes danced outside the window and a cozy fire burned in here. The mood could have been so wonderful, but instead of a romantic adventure, neither of us was here by choice.

Tystrol stood up, walked to the window, and looked outside. "We will have no choice but to hold out here until the storms have abated."

"I've noticed that too. Don't worry, you don't have to talk to me. We'll divide up the supplies, and then we can each warp off to a corner of the room. I'd prefer one near the fire."

"I thought you were an STD-infested prostitute trying to pull credits out of my pocket when you approached me."

A jolt went through my body. "Excuse me?"

"One of our neighbors had led me to believe that your hair color on Earth was only found in whores and beggars. In some Tedolerans, a mutation causes white hair instead of the usual black. I thought it was the same for you. She's also the one who told me about the STD thing. The constant stream of male visitors to your apartment didn't help."

"The constant male visitors?" I repeated, feeling my blood pressure rising by the second. This guy really was outrageous. "You mean my brothers? Because aside from them, no one has ever visited me."

Tystrol frowned. "Brothers, of course. Like you have six brothers."

"You seem to have done a good job of counting," I countered. "Not that it's any of your business, but yeah, I have six brothers. Two older ones, then I came along, and when my parents tried again after that, it turned out to be quadruplets. You should have seen my dad's face."

Tystrol turned back to me and looked at me. "Six brothers?"

"Yep. That's why I don't have the slightest problem holding my own." I jutted my chin.

Instead of being intimidated, Tystrol merely smiled, setting off a flutter in my stomach. The smile suited him perfectly. "I'm convinced of that. Mind you, your brothers are hardly as tall as me, are they?"

"So what..." I brought out as my throat tightened.

For a moment, Tystrol looked like he wanted to say something, but then he turned away and began rummaging through the shopping bags I'd dragged into my own prison.

"I'm hungry. I have Am'u noodles waiting for me at home, but I don't think that's going to happen now. What is all this stuff? Can you eat any of it?"

A quick perusal of the bags and box revealed that we had a lot of Christmas snacks, useless decorations, and some ready-to-eat meals that would heat up on their own with the addition of water.

Tystrol turned the bag of marshmallows in his hands. "What's this?"

"Candy." I took the bag from him and opened it.

With a raised eyebrow, Tystrol squeezed a marshmallow before popping it into his mouth. "Tastes good," he concluded after chewing.

"They're even better when we roast them over the fire."

"Really?" He looked interested. "Why not? We don't have anything better to do."

With him still being shirtless and his muscles tensing with every movement, it was already giving me some ideas of what else we could do to pass the time, but I had myself under control.

I searched through the bags until I found the skewers for the marshmallows and prepared two. Tystrol watched what I was doing and then did the same.

"Can you forgive me?" he asked into the silence, which was only interrupted by the crackling of the fire and the howling of the wind.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? So I have to try harder?" The amusement in his voice made him sound more sympathetic.

"Much harder. It wasn't easy for me to approach you." I turned my skewer so the marshmallow toasted evenly. "Because I don't usually do that sort of thing."

"Oh, no? Yet you sometimes sound so... uninhibited." Tystrol looked at me, and for a moment, I had the impression that his eyes were shining even brighter than usual. The brilliant blue captured me until my marshmallow began to burn.

Hastily I took the skewer out of the fire and blew on it. Tystrol lifted his own marshmallow out of the fire, tested the temperature with his finger, and shoved it into his mouth.

I gasped in panic because the poor guy was going to burn his entire mouth. Ignoring my marshmallow, I put the skewer down and turned to Tystrol. "You okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you burn your tongue?" My concern far outweighed his, and before my common sense could kick in, I had grabbed his lower lip and was inspecting his mouth like I would've done with my younger brothers.

Tystrol held still, and it took me a while to realize how close I was to him and how intimate the touch was. I was also pretty sure his tongue was unusually long, which set my mind to fantasizing. Straight to the dirty fantasies.

I pulled my fingers back, wanting to put distance between us, but Tystrol put his hand on my hip.

"I can hear you when you're in your bathroom." His voice suddenly sounded much deeper and raspier. "When you're bathing and touching yourself."

Within a heartbeat, my face burned with fifty different shades of red. "I... I... You imagined that. Probably wishful thinking."

"Ah," he went on, clicking his tongue. "You really are witty." With his thumb, he stroked me where he held me. "What if it was actually wishful thinking? What if I imagined fucking you because I would indeed like to?"

My heart beat faster. His expression expressed nothing but sincerity, and he had apologized. Should I go for it? Should I make my Christmas fairy tale come true?

I swallowed and licked my bottom lip. "Then it's probably a good thing there's a fluffy rug right in front of the fireplace so I won't scrape my knees."

His eyes glowed even brighter now. He put his other hand around my cheek and pulled me to him to kiss me. As he sat, he was just the right height for me.

Tystrol's lips were soft, his tongue wild and passionate—it was perfect. The kiss swept the ground from under my feet, leaving me breathless and hungry for more.

I guess Christmas came a little earlier than expected this year.

My hands trembled as I placed them on Tystrol's broad shoulders. His skin was warm, his muscles firm and shapely. I stroked him needily and familiarized myself with him.

My alien had far fewer inhibitions. As he thrust his tongue into my mouth, his expert fingers were already finding their way under my clothes. He stroked my bare back, my stomach, and the underside of my breasts before tugging at my clothes.

I felt breathless and intoxicated when he broke the kiss and said, "We should get you undressed."

It was clear that he really only meant himself, because I didn't even get a chance to help him as he quickly ripped my clothes off. His lips trailed a hot trail down my throat until he lowered his head and licked over my nipples one by one.

My clothes were on the floor, the fire was crackling in the fireplace, and it was snowing outside while Tystrol hungrily pounced on me—it could hardly have been better.

He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and ran his tongue around it as I shuddered in pleasure, before turning his attention to the other.

When Tystrol stood up, he simply lifted me in his arms, so he didn't have to remove his mouth from me before laying me on the rug in front of the fireplace. He knelt between my spread legs and bent over to kiss the inside of my thigh.

With his fingers, he opened my labia and let his tongue slide between them before sliding it deep inside me. I had been right about the length, and promptly wondered if the same was true of his cock.

Hesitantly, I lifted my head and eyed his crotch.

"Don't worry—when I'm done with you, you'll be wet enough to take me in."

With this ominous promise, he lowered himself completely between my thighs and licked over my clit. The feeling of his strong, wide tongue caused an explosion in my abdomen, and I moaned.

Tystrol laughed softly. "Those are exactly the sounds I want, Sabine. Let me hear more of them."

He focused on my swollen bud, circling it with the tip of his tongue until I trembled. At first, I dug my fingers into the fluffy carpet, but when I realized Tystrol was stalling and his touches were getting softer and softer, I lost control. I slid my fingers into his hair and pressed his head harder against my pussy. "Please," I whimpered. "Please."

As if he were just waiting for the encouragement, he slid two of his long fingers inside me, closed his lips around my clit, and sucked hard.

I saw colorful sparks dance before my eyes and heard myself whimper with desire as I rubbed myself against Tystrol. "More, please, please, more, don't stop."

My alien curled his fingers inside me, rubbing over the magic spot and sucking with perfect pressure until I came and screamed his name without restraint, my voice echoing through the large room.

I gasped as Tystrol moved his fingers back and forth. The wet smacking made me blush, but he looked pleased.

"That's wet enough." He straightened up until he was kneeling between my legs and opened his pants.

My throat suddenly went dry when I saw his hard cock for the first time. It was just as big and thick as I had imagined. The iron-hard shaft rose proudly into the air, a perfect drop of cum perched on the tip, and under my stunned gaze, it seemed to be growing even further. And there seemed to be ridges on the top side.

"Are you sure it'll fit?" There was a mixture of fear and excitement in my voice. I hadn't the slightest idea which of the two outweighed the other.

"I know Tedolerans who are with human women, so yeah. I haven't seen it for myself, of course, but I even know I could fit up your little ass." His eyes lit up, causing me to squeeze my legs together in shock.

Tystrol merely laughed. "Don't worry about it. We'll save that for later."

"Later?" I frowned.

"Of course. The only reason I didn't want to go out with you was because I thought you'd be seeing other men on the side. But now that I have you all to myself..."

"Do you really, though?" I teased.

Tystrol's eyes narrowed. "Yes, I do," he growled before grabbing my hips and flipping me over. He pulled me up until I was on my hands and knees in front of him.

My heart beat faster as I felt his hard cock against my pussy.

"You're mine now," he rumbled. "Only mine."

"How about we discuss that after sex? This is kind of the test drive, isn't it?" I didn't quite know why I didn't just shut my mouth instead of continuing to tease Tystrol further.

Holding my hips, he moved his cock into position and slowly slid inside me. Inch by inch, he pushed into me, widening and stretching me with his big shaft. It felt heavenly. So incredibly good. Every single ridge heightened my pleasure.

When he was all the way inside me, one of his hands found its way between my thighs, and he circled my clit. "There's nothing to discuss." He accompanied his words with a first hard thrust that made me moan.

Faster and faster, he rammed himself into me, massaging my most sensitive spot with perfect pressure. "You are mine, Sabine. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. And now I finally have you under me. Now I want it all!"

I wanted to answer, but his thrusts felt so good that only a moan came out of my mouth. I flew higher and higher, already sensing the orgasm coming as he rumbled behind me, "Cum for me, Sabine, cum for me!"

My body obeyed him without complaint. My pussy tightened around his shaft, and I could barely hold myself upright as the bittersweet tugging took complete possession of me.

Tystrol fucked me faster, deeper, and harder, and never stopped rubbing over my clit.

"Please...", I pleaded, not knowing what I actually wanted. "Please!"

"All for you, my heart, all." Tystrol rammed himself into me, and as his shaft twitched inside me, I came another time with a loud cry.

I slumped and Tystrol followed me, lying half on top of me and half beside me, careful not to crush me with his massive body.

"That was amazing," I gasped breathlessly.

His communicator beeped, and Tystrol fumbled for his pants with a gruff sound. He accepted the call, and when the hologram of Alisha and Novvix appeared, Novvix screwed up his face and promptly turned around.

Alisha had far fewer inhibitions and eyed Tystrol's body as he scratched his naked belly like he didn’t have a worry in the world. Alisha grinned with satisfaction, then looked at me. "You're welcome," she said suggestively. "Since you clearly didn't kill each other, I'll go make a reservation for a nice table for four before everything gets booked up for New Year's Eve."

"Do that." Tystrol nodded before I could even say anything. "I've already claimed Sabine."

"Hey, do I have any say in this?"

"No," Alisha and Tystrol said as if from the same mouth, before my friend added, "Merry Christmas, Sabine. Enjoy the holidays. I can tell that you've already unwrapped your present."

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