Commander Nykon Reev
After I had walked out of Amber's living quarters, I felt like a fool for not saying something. But I knew that if I stayed there and argued with her, I would try to kiss her again. The only thing I could do was to just remove myself from being near her, so that was exactly what I did.
But when I returned to my own living quarters, I could not stop thinking about the human female Amber. What had I done? Kissing her only opened a box of desire that I would have trouble closing again. I had never wanted a human female, never! Yet I was drawn to this one, such a small thing, yet so powerful. How did she do that?
Just being around her turned me on. But when I kissed her, and she pressed her body against mine, I felt my cock growing hard. In no time it was pressing against the tight material of my uniform. I had to leave. I knew that I had to leave right then and there. She was too much of a temptation, a dangerous temptation. Allowing myself to kiss her could get me banished, but if I took her to bed, I could face worse punishment than banishment.
“Fuck!” I said as I punched the wall. I had to get some of the energy out of me. I walked directly into my washroom and took a freezing cold shower. Only then would some of the heat I felt for Amber leave me. But I wasn't going to get away from her that easily; the next day things were so much worse.
When she walked into the treatment room with the doctor, I could not believe my bad luck. Why had I gone to eat a meal with her? If I had not kissed her, then this would be easier to get through. Now she watched me unbutton my uniform, and I noticed her shift her legs when I did so. Was she turned on by watching me undress? Fuck, she was. The thought that she was turned on only turned me on. I was angry at this. I clenched my teeth together and turned around. I could not look at her. I undressed and laid down on the table as the doctor instructed.
I found myself half naked lying on the table as she massaged my injury. It was like being in a torture chamber. Watching her touch me was hard to deal with. Her small hands turned me on as she touched me. I could feel the heat radiating through my body, wanting more. I kept catching myself looking at her. Stop. I had to force myself to look at the ceiling and think about something else. I went through practice drills in my head: one, two, three, swing. I said it over and over, trying to visualize the steps involved in fighting in order to distract myself from what was really happening. I knew that my cock was starting to grow hard once more. Fuck. I could not let that happen.
“How much longer?” I asked in a tone that came out angrier than I meant it too.
Her hands stopped moving. “Another ten minutes or so: doctor’s orders,” she said.
I sighed in anger. Time could not be moving slower. I would have to endure ten more minutes of having her touch me the way she was with her skilled hands. It was too much to deal with.
I did not want to speak with her. We got along too well over eating a meal together. If we started talking, we would start bonding. I could not let that happen. I did not look at her and kept looking at the ceiling.
The sound of her breath and slight moan sounded sexual to me. Dammit. I didn't know how much more of this I could handle. I was growing harder and harder, and if she looked, I would not be able to hide it.
I grabbed her hands in mine and looked at her. Her brown eyes grew wide. I pulled her hands off of my chest.
“That is enough,” I said, pushing her hands away from me. I sat up and reached for the top of my uniform.
“A few minutes less is not going to matter,” I said as I stood up and walked out. I did not stay to put on the top of my uniform. I put it on as I walked through the hallways of the treatment rooms and out into the main hallway of the area. I stopped and closed my eyes. I could not believe that I was completely hard. I leaned my back against the wall as a button and my uniform. I concentrated on something that would make me return back to normal.
A few moments later, I was back to my normal state. I had an enormous amount of frustration, but at least I could now walk into the village. This was not going to be easy treatment. I heard the doctor say that I had to have the same treatment over and over every day; I did not know for how long. But I knew that Amber would be the one to treat me, and judging by today, I did not think I was going to be able to get through it. Perhaps I could ask for a replacement for Amber. Someone else could tend to me; I did not know what else I could do.