Amber Lynne
I could not believe how much fun I had with the alien soldier Commander Nykon. I was not expecting to be so comfortable with a Zenkian, especially after everything that had happened to me when I was a slave of the Waysaw Zenkian. But there was something very different about Commander Nykon. He was easy-going even though he looked like a fierce and skilled soldier. He looked like the kind that would bring instant death to anyone that competed against him in battle, but when he sat down for dinner, none of that was evident. He actually seemed like a kind soul. He had asked me about my background on Earth, and also made small talk easy.
When he handed me the vessel of Inta, our hands touched, and I felt a tingle go throughout my body. I wasn't expecting to feel so turned on just by his presence, but then when he touched me, I was so aroused that I had to look away. I felt ashamed that I felt this way toward an alien. It was forbidden to be with the aliens in an intimate fashion. Yet here I was inviting him to dinner, and looking at him in a way that would embarrass anyone.
But then when he kissed me, everything that was forbidden went away. It was as if the rules did not apply to us, because at that moment, I did not care if I was punished. His lips against mine made my entire body go weak and all I could do was press against him in order to not fall over. I willingly got up on my tiptoes in order to reach him better. I could hear myself moaning and breathing harshly as I kissed him back. At that moment, I wanted to strip off his form-fitting gray uniform and rub my hands all over his blue skin. I wanted to push my fingers into his long black and blue hair. But somewhere in the kiss, I came to my senses. I pushed myself away.
I looked at him expecting some sort of explanation. But instead, he walked out. What the hell was that all about? I thought to myself.
I walked over to the window and looked down. I couldn't see him anywhere, but I did not have a good view of the stairs. I waited to see if I could see him walk across the courtyard market, but I did not see him. I was so confused. I put my hands to my lips, still feeling his kiss. I didn't know what to do at that moment. I was in a state of shock. But I knew that I wanted more, and I could not have it. I was set to go to Earth in six months; I wanted to go home. I did not want to do anything to jeopardize that. I had to pretend that this did not happen and continue going about my daily routine as a guest of the Grantsions Zenkian.
“So what was that all about last night? No wonder you were trying to get me to leave as soon as I showed up,” she whispered to me.
“It was nothing really. I only invited the commander to a meal because he helped me out earlier in the day. I wanted to repay him. That is all,” I said feeling my face turning red.
“Don't say anything to anyone, okay? It might look like the wrong thing to people. I do not want to jeopardize my trip back to Earth. It was a meal and nothing else,” I said to her in a stern tone.
“All right, all right; you are squeezing my arm. I get it I won't say anything to anyone,” she said.
“Thank you. Now let's get to work,” I said as we entered the hallway and into the treatment room.
“Gina, this is Rizim. He was injured in training; I want you to massage and treat this arm,” the doctor said as soon as we walked in.
“Yes, Doctor,” Gina said with a big smile. I could tell that she was smiling at the one the doctor called Rizim.
“Amber, follow me. The soldier you were treating is in the next room,” the doctor said.
Commander Nykon stood up from the table and looked at me. Then he looked at the doctor.
“I… The commander…” I stumbled on my words. Commander Nykon looked like he was getting angry. His brows furrowed.
“I have helped this human before in the market. That is how we are acquainted,” he said sternly.
“Oh, good. Since you helped her, she is now going to help you,” the doctor said.
I looked at the commander. He looked at me. He didn't smile. His jaw clenched like he was angry. How dare he. He was the one that kissed me. Now he was angry that I was the one assigned to work on his injury? The arrogant jerk.
“Commander, if you will take the top of your uniform off and lie down on the table,” the doctor said.
The commander didn't move. He stood there at attention, very angry. The doctor gave him a strange look, and the commander snapped out of it. He unbuttoned the buttons that ran down his chest in an off-center manner. I watched as he slowly unbuttoned and each button and I felt moisture growing between my thighs. I crossed my ankles, squeezing my thighs together. The commander’s eyes move to my feet, and he stopped his hands. His gaze moved up until they were locked with my eyes. I felt embarrassed that he had seen me do that. He looked at me angrily again and turned his back to me to continue working on the uniform. Even though he could not see me, I narrowed my eyes at him. I was the one that should be angry, dammit. But why was my body betraying me?
He peeled the top of his uniform off, exposing his strong wide back. He was muscular and toned. I could see the ripples of muscles on his back and down the sides of his torso. I tried not to bite my lip as I looked. I had to look away.
I walked to the side table that had ointments and plants that helped in healing. I began to fiddle with several of them, trying to distract myself.
Nykon and laid on the table on his back. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling as though we were not in the room. My eyes immediately moved to his strong bare chest and abs. I knew that he was strong underneath that uniform, but now seeing him topless was overwhelming. He was absolutely beautiful. I wanted to rub my hands up and down his long body. I clenched my fist at my sides and order to stop myself from doing that.
“Right here is where this soldier is injured. He took a club to the ribs during training. I want you to take this ointment and rub it on the injury. Then you will lightly massage going from top to bottom, from here to here,” the doctor said as he pointed out what area I should massage on the commander.
I realized that I was going to have to be touching his six-pack abs and strong chest. It was going to be a test, that was for sure.
“Well, let me see your technique to make sure that you are doing it right,” the doctor said.
“Now?” I asked, realizing that the doctor was going to watch me, and I was going to be very uncomfortable.
“Yes, sorry,” I said as I grabbed the bottle and poured the ointment onto the commander. I rubbed my hands together and then began to rub in the ointment. It was very distracting to be touching him in this way.
“Good. That is enough; now I want you to knead his muscles like this,” the doctor said as he put his hand on the commander and showed me the long massaging strokes that I should use. Then he took his hands off and looked at me. I put my hands on the commander and copied what the doctor did. I rubbed my fingers in long strokes from his chest down to his abs very slowly.
“Good. You've got it. Keep it up,” the doctor said as he began to walk out.
“Half an hour should suffice for today, and the same for tomorrow and the next,” he said walking out.
I turned back to the commander. I stood over him. He was staring at the ceiling still. He would not look at me. Fine, I thought. If he did not want to acknowledge my presence and wanted to pretend like nothing happened the night before, then I could play that game as well.
I put my hands on his blue skin and began to massage once more. He shifted. He seemed uncomfortable and the bruised area was very dark, black and purple. He was hurting, but he wasn't making any sound. I was caught up in mixed emotions. On the one hand, I was angry at him for being so quiet in a severe way. His anger was evident on his face as his jaw clenched. But on the other hand, I was touching him, massaging him, and I was getting turned on as I had to look at his muscular physique. My hands moved up and down, and I could only imagine what it would be like to add kissing to this type of touching. I was making myself aroused one smart ass I thought about it.
I continued to look at my hands and trying to concentrate on the work. I could not let my mind wander to the sensual side of what I was doing; it was a constant struggle. Then I felt him watching me. I knew that he was looking at me. I looked toward his face. His eyes were locked on me. He breathed in deeply and then averted his gaze back to the ceiling.
I wanted to shout at him. What! What is going on? Why are you being so damn quiet? Why are you angry? I am the one that should be angry! Why did you walk out? Why did you kiss me and walk out? All of these thoughts were going through my mind, making me angrier, and I didn't realize that I was pressing harder and harder on his chest. He let out a hard groan.
“Shit, sorry,” I said, realizing that I was hurting him. He just looked at me and then looked back at the ceiling. He said nothing.