Sohut's Protection: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 2) by A.G. Wilde (good books to read in english .txt) 📗

Wawa lifted his head on her shoulder.

Nodding, she put down her makeshift bag on some dry vines running along the floor.

Sohut paused for a second and then he disappeared into the brush.

Glancing at Wawa, she smiled at the animal.

“Just me and you again,” she murmured. But Wawa hopped from her shoulder, gave her a glance, and went in the opposite direction to the alien.

Now that she knew what he went off to do, she wondered if he sensed danger close.

She’d had no idea her little innocent pet had been working so hard to keep them both safe.

She was indebted to him.

Dropping against the rock wall, Cleo looked around the small clearing.

She couldn’t believe she was going to leave this place.

It had become her home—the only place she knew on this god-forsaken planet.

She’d always known the day would come. Still, she wasn’t prepared for it.

Another sigh lifted her shoulders, as she turned to the rock pool.

Sohut said he knew how to get them from the jungle and to the Torian camp. From there, they’d travel to his brother’s location—a sanctuary of some sort. She could only hope he wasn’t about to bring her right to the aliens she was running away from.

Stripping off her clothing, Cleo stood naked in front of the rock pool, looking down into the clear water.

It was so pristine, she could see right to the bottom of it.

It would be the last time she took a bath in this water—the very last time she’d sink beneath its cool surface.

For that reason, she moved slower, intent on soaking up every bit of the experience.

The sun’s rays hit the yellow-orange leaves around her in such a way that the entire little clearing looked like a scene she’d expect to see on a map of a fairy kingdom.

Not only that, but the air was so fresh, so clear, so unpolluted, that each deep breath she took felt like she was purifying herself from within.

It really was the perfect spot she’d found and as she stepped into the pool, her body going below the surface, she allowed her shoulders to sag with relief.

It was perfect for the time she’d spent in the area, but her leaving was inevitable.

She had to go.

There was no way, realistically, for her to live out in the jungle indefinitely.

The change was one she was going to take in stride and try as much as she could to embrace.

And Sohut…

Something inside her fluttered at the thought of him.

As her head broke the surface and she gasped for breath, Cleo blinked, treading the water as she wiped it from her eyes.

There was no soap so she had to make do.

She’d found some berries in the jungle that made her smell good and she’d always left a few close to the water’s edge so she could retrieve them while washing herself.

The animals didn’t seem to trouble them so that was good.

Reaching for a few now, she crushed them between her fingers and began lathering her hair and sensitive areas.

As soon as she dipped beneath the water again to wash the residue of the berries out, she already felt clean.

She didn’t know where it came from, but a smile graced her lips then.

She was about to leave and it wasn’t going to be so bad. She could feel it in her heart that everything was going to be okay.

Zimsu berries…

The smell was faint but he caught it in the air anyway.

Sohut paused at the edge of the clearing and his life-organ in his chest ceased beating.

Clee-yo was like a piece of life he didn’t know he’d been missing till now.

Her head broke the water’s surface, and the star’s rays played on her tresses making their hue seem even richer.

Small rivulets of water were running down her pale skin and for the first time, he was jealous of something so simple.

The urge to follow the path of the water droplets down her skin was so strong, it’s almost as if it pulled him from the cover of the bushes into the clearing.

She looked up then, alarm making her features a little larger.

And then, as if she realized the water was no cover at all, she moved toward the edge, pressing the front of her body against the rock and essentially blocking his view as a curious hue colored her cheeks.

“You’re back,” she breathed, her cheeks were still that warm color and he realized she was looking everywhere except for at him.

“Did you find anything?”

He didn’t trust himself to answer.

He didn’t know if he was capable of speech.

It felt as if he would groan if he opened his mouth.

Clee-yo looked like a trimslar gem on display and all he wanted to do was to touch her.

“Nothing,” he managed to croak.

The urge to touch her was one problem. The other was already stretching the crotch of his trousers.

Turning from her, he dropped his satchel beside her pack that she’d set to the side and began sliding out of his trousers. He was sure he heard a sharp exhale behind him.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Sohut turned, his cock bobbing slightly as he did. “I will wash with you.”

For a second she said nothing. Her mouth was the shape of a circle as she stared at him, or rather his cock, and that hue in her cheeks took on such ferocious intensity, he worried slightly that she was becoming ill.

“Clee-yo?”

Clee-yo’s mouth opened and closed like a kuruga’s and she blinked a few times before she sputtered, “You can’t bring that in here!” The color of her cheeks deepened further, if that was even possible.

“I—I mean, you can’t come in here. It’s hardly enough space for the two of us.”

She swallowed hard and tore her gaze away, choosing to focus somewhere on his chest instead.

Sohut looked down at himself.

Was his member not impressive?

He blinked at it, a new feeling he’d never experienced before reaching him.

What if she didn’t like what she saw?

“Is there something wrong with my cock?”

“Oh God…” she groaned in a