Kyris: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 4) by A.G. Wilde (inspirational books to read .TXT) 📗

“Males don’t have a period. Only females,” she managed to grunt out.

Kyris was frowning when she opened her eyes once more.

“That seems…”

“Unfair. I know. Trust me. I know.” Another small laugh escaped her and it dawned on her the type of conversation she was having with him so easily.

It was…refreshing. He still didn’t seem grossed out or disgusted or anything.

“So males do nothing?” He eyed her and the corner of his lip turned up a little.

There it was. The disgust she’d expected to see. Only, it wasn’t directed at her.

It wasn’t directed at her at all.

“Oh, uh...some do nothing.”

When the look of surprise and disapproval shot one of his eyebrows up, she sputtered, “Well, uh, some do...help.”

“Help. How?”

Why did he care? It wasn’t exactly the time or place to satisfy his curiosity about the human species.

As another cramp made her face contort, she groaned but she couldn’t ignore the seriousness in his gaze.

When her roommate had been on her period, her boyfriend had brought her food and a hot water bottle. Funny she remembered that now. The guy had only done it once and it had been so long ago.

“Some mates...boyfriends...bring tasty food and hot compresses.”

“Food?”

“Yes. All this, erm, loss of iron makes us very hungry.”

He seemed to nod and stood.

Turning, he headed back toward the cave entrance to retrieve the sack he’d discarded there.

He had his back turned as he worked on something and Song took the opportunity to reach for the first-aid kit.

The gauze that was there wasn’t nearly enough. It would make pads that would last maybe two days at most.

A sigh shook her shoulders as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. She could feel the tears making their way to the forefront of her eyes, but she couldn’t cry.

She wouldn’t let her eyes “leak,” as he termed it.

She needed to be strong. Wasn’t that what she said she was going to do?

Strength.

She needed to exude strength.

She needed to make the gauze last, otherwise, she was in deep shit.

Then it came to her. Tampons.

The realization almost made her roll her eyes at herself.

It wasn’t like she had underwear to hold the pads in place anyway. But tampons, she could do that.

Glancing across at the bedding on the floor, she eyed the material. She could use it to make a wrap skirt maybe and she could tie the kinda-tampons on the underside of it by her waist for easy transport.

Smiling at the fact that she had found a solution, she set to work.

She was going to overcome this. She’d just view it as her first challenge. And as far as it went, it was challenge accepted.

She would overcome.

15

As the human busied herself with something in the back of the cave, Kyris set to work cleaning the sand serpents he’d hunted.

She needed food and hot compresses, she’d said. He would do that for her.

Whatever she was doing, she didn’t want him to see because her back was turned and she was mumbling words to herself. He was too far away to hear what she was saying but he found the fact amusing.

He would let her have her privacy.

In the meantime, he would clean the sand serpents and get them ready for her.

As he worked, stripping the striped skin from the serpents to prepare them for her meal, what she said came back to him.

Actually, it didn’t come back to him for the thought hadn’t left. It was all he’d been able to think about as he’d hunted the sand serpents.

This…period. It was a sign of her fertility.

It was a sign her body was getting prepared for mating and if she didn’t mate in the next month, it would prepare again.

A quiver went through his wings.

This was alien to him. It wasn’t something Vaen women experienced.

This was…new.

Did human women do a mating call during this time? Was there a ritual?

There were no other males around. She would only have one person to call…one choice. Him.

As his thoughts swirled, he had his own reason for turning his back toward her, too. The thought of her bearing young...it had caused him to stir and now, he was again nursing a hard one in his trousers.

Closing his eyes briefly, Kyris held back a groan.

The image of her with a rounded belly because of him…

He’d take great pleasure in this biological dance she had, aiming to impregnate her each month until successful. Until she bore his young, he would make her scream, her face contorting in pleasure from his cock buried deep inside her and not from pain...or maybe a little pain. She was very small and he was...well, he wasn’t going to boast but it was possible she would feel some pain when they finally came together.

But he’d make it good. He’d make her so ready for him the pain would be minimal and shortly replaced by pure ecstasy.

As he cleaned the last of the serpents, he fished in a pocket of his trousers and pulled out the firelighter.

It was lucky that he’d grabbed it before they’d abandoned the Elysium. Now he could prepare something tasty for her and she wouldn’t have to live on food packets or cold zehmip flesh.

He would spend his days hunting food and bringing it to his human. She would be well fed for as long as this...period...lasted.

He didn’t even ask how long it lasted but the longer it lasted the better for him. It meant they were definitely not going anywhere, so the outpost would have to wait.

The only problem was her pain.

He’d have to find a way to ease her pain.

Grabbing the water satchel, he rinsed the serpent meat and lit the firelighter.

It was a flat metal disk and the flame formed a circle around it. Spearing a piece of serpent meat with the small blade from the bag, he roasted the meat till it was golden brown.

The smell wafted up to his nostrils and he could feel his mouth water.

It was good meat. He hoped she liked it.

A shuffling sound