Tentacle Aliens 7
“The… rite of greeting. With other species. On your planet. You recorded a lot of videos about it, they are fairly often viewed, too”, he looked confused. And like he is about to discover that he made a terrible mistake. But not entirely so.
I looked over to the one I had sworn not to let out of my sight and he was… somewhat grinning.
My eyes narrowed: “You knew these were not ‘educational videos’”
The grin became a smirk: “Oh, I think porn can be very educational”
I stared at him: “What the hell, do you think this is funny?!”, because it was not. It was very much not funny.
“Well, I think it kind of is, yes”, he nodded. Looking endlessly amused on his crossed legs and I had an urge to murder him.
“As a ‘rite of greeting?! I can tell you what this greeting does: It makes people never talk to you again, ever! And hate you and your entire stupid shape-changing race, you utter bastard!”, I even used their own freakish reasoning here, if they are that outlandish not to understand that this was not okay.
I didn’t really want to think about what happened.
“And here you are, talking to us”, he chuckled. The bastard.
…
He had a point, though. I had talked. So I stopped.
“Do you know why you’re doing this? Still talking?”, I didn’t. And I wouldn’t.
“See, that’s actually the funny part. You… liked it. A lot, actually”, he tilted his head.
And I pressed my lips together, frowning. It was a bodily reaction.
“How you moved into the thrusts. Perfectly in rhythm, and those noises, you really got into it, there. It was a thing of beauty. Especially when you sucked o-“
“IT’S NOT LIKE YOU GAVE ME A CHOICE!”, screw this. Screw him, “It’s just a bodily reaction! It’s got nothing to do with me liking it! You forced me! I couldn’t even move!”
He did falter a little, there, but shook his head, then: “Well, that is true. But you had the best sex of your life. And that was because I didn’t ask. Isn’t that right? Gave a little extra-thrill. Knowing I wanted you, no matter what you had to say. Was exactly what you wanted”
And I opened my mouth to deny and tell him bullshit and then I… fully realised what he said and… well… I… WELL…
“I’m not blaming you. There was ego-boosting, great sex and no strings attached. It’s a nice, round package. I mean, even aliens think you are hot as hell. Which… truth”, he nodded sagely.
I stared at him, unhappily.
He shouldn’t say that.
… and he looked right back at me, still amused, but more half lidded.
For just a second it gave me a funny feeling. A second. A fraction of one.
“So… the… the proceedings yesterday were… were not a proper rite?”, someone brought us back to the original topic.
I happily took this ‘out’ from the moment and snapped: “No, it was everything but”, and shifted focus.
The green-eyed alien looked deflated. Then murderous at his companion for a second, then once again – to me - deflated.
“I… am deeply sorry, Miss Jibril. This was a gross misunderstanding and I will rectify this wrong that was done to you, it is unforgivable, but I still apologise”, he did look actually sorry.
I almost felt bad when I said: “You just said you can’t make up for it. All you can do is maybe limit the damage, punishing him might be acceptable”, I stared over at the asshat.
“Mazin will be properly punished, yes. And again, I am terribly sorry for any damage done. Thank you for… participating anyway. Good bye”, and he tapped his watch.
“This was the last time I trusted your advice, mark my words”
“Oh, I am marking them”
Raphael stared at Mazin, exasperated, saying: “This is not the time. Since I can not trust your word, we will research. Three of this planets’ revolutions. We will stay in orbit and monitor their digital output”
“But… but that’s an eternity”, he looked put upon. Apparently a proper punishment, then.
“You could have done this right, too”
And thus, their three years of research started, until they reached the point in time when Gabrielle Jibril went and wrote her doctoral thesis about catfish.
