Her Alien Boyfriend

3

The human was still not awake.

The human neither moved nor made any notion of moving anytime soon, her eyes transfixed, still staring into space. Ancax understood that the female was in a trance. It was normal for anyone who had traveled through a portal to remain in trance for sometime. This kept them from going insane as their minds also time leapt through space.

While he and his brothers normally snapped out of it in minutes and could move their bodies as they wished, Ancax had no idea how long it took for beings of other planets to break out of it. Normally, it shouldn’t take more than a few hours but this human had been lying still for hours now.

Ancax had spent one whole night guarding her, keeping her safe from ferocious animals and fellow brethren alike. The thought of someone discovering her had kept him by her side, unable to hunt or go fetch water.

Ancax was starving himself, all for her sake. And he wanted a sip of water more than anything at the moment. Dirt stuck to his hands and legs as he shook off the little grains of soil and stood up.

Like the hour before and many hours before that, he found himself staring at the human again, her body heaving up and down at a steady rhythm. No pokes, no nudges, nothing worked to wake her up. Earth could explode at this very moment and she might as well sleep through that.

Is she an abnormal? Ancax thought to himself, suddenly afraid that the human might be defective. That she might not wake up after all.

Even though Ancax had never faced it himself, he had heard stories of some creatures going into an induced sleep when their minds can’t handle the pressure of portal transportation.

If that were to come true, then this female was in a vegetative state and wasn’t of much value to him. Or to the King.

For some reason he didn’t like the idea that she might not wake up.

His heart thudded again like it did the other night.

Stop, he told his heart. But the silly organ kept beating loudly.

Suddenly feeling anxious. Ancax closed his eyes. He was a warrior. And warriors were good at fighting and making war plans, not treating people with herbs and tools.

For tasks like these, there were other Drattekians who specialized in it. The ones who went by the name ‘healers’. And right now the nearest village was three mountains away, deep in the lap of its valley.

Ancax looked at the sky. The orange yellow sky shimmered with bright intensity. He still had time to cross one mountain on foot if he started now and traveled without stopping. But for that to happen, there was another problem he needed to solve first.

The smell of the chemical Elaine. The smell that was still coming from the female human and the slimy fluid had hardened on parts of her. Ancax needed to get rid of it so as to not attract any animals under the veil of night. The forest was a deadly place to travel and without enough protection, it might endanger the two of them.

Thinking it was best to clean her first, Ancax made up his mind.

In one fell swoop, he picked up the human female and put her on his strong shoulders. He needed to scrub her with herbs to get rid of the stench before getting on with the journey.

It’s better this way, Ancax thought to himself, thankful that the female was stuck in a trance. At least this way he would be able to get his work done faster without her throwing a tantrum. Humans were very argumentative creatures and their curious minds drove them to ask the reason behind every task.

This one might be docile though, he reasoned, as he continued walking until he reached a place where the ground was comparatively shallow and less coarse.

The human was as light as peas. Ancax felt like he was carrying nothing. Even his own pet weighed more than the human.

A chuckle left his lips as he passed the familiar forest. He knew each nook and cranny of it. His fingers brushed against the familiar leaves as he cut through it.

When he finally noticed a wide body of blue a few steps ahead, he stopped shortly to pick up some herbs from a nearby shrub before continuing on the path. Turning to the female human, he looked out for any signs of waking up. When she continued to remain silent, he lay her down gently on the ground.

Now how should we do this, he thought to himself as he eyed the tiny human. Though it wasn’t his first time seeing one, it was sure as hell his first time washing one. That too, a female. He had little to no idea what was the right way to wash someone of the opposite s*x.

Ancax had only seen a female human when he traveled to Earth once with his father. Of course, it was for knowledge purposes and his father wanted him to take samples of the flora and fauna. Back then, Ancax was just a boy, unaware of the importance of females to his race.

However, some things never change. Ancax had traveled so many planets but he had never seen any species who had felt the need to to cover themselves. Why encase one’s body in between threads when it could be free and one with nature?.

Ancax never understood humans' silly theories.

The buttons on her white shirt looked too small for his round fingers. Ancax stifled a laugh as he imagined his brothers in those tight clothes. That would be quite a sight, he mused to himself, poking fun as he tried to get the human out of her clothes.

However, every time he tried to unbutton it, they slipped out of his grasp. Like a thread narrowly escaping a needle hole, Ancax's hands passed by. He wasn’t really good at these chores to begin with. Then again, he was not good at anything other than killing and hunting.

Was he even doing it right? In reality, he was merely tugging at it and not really pushing the button through its hole. However, just as he lacked knowledge about human females, he was also unaware of how a button worked.

Patience wasn’t his best friend. After a few vain attempts, Ancax was heaving breaths of irritation. How can anyone manage to wear these things? His thoughts were roaring.

A mere button had the audacity to anger the great Drattek warrior, Ancax. Surely he can’t admit the fact that he didn’t know how to unbutton.

So to save himself from doing such a daunting task, he bared his nail out which soon took the shape of a sharp claw. The Drattek race were blessed with sharp nails and toes which helped them to defend themselves in case they lost their weapons or shields.

Carefully, Ancax’s sharp talon drew a straight line from the top of her shirt to the bottom of her skirt. In an instant, the clothes were divided into two, falling on either side, showing skin at the part where the clothes parted.

Finally! Ancax smiled triumphantly. No more buttons!

Sighing to himself, Ancax quickly got her out of those smelly clothes. He had no idea why humans insisted on wearing those funny things. They didn’t even look comfortable to begin with. All they did was hug the body like a second skin.

And there were even smaller clothes inside the bigger ones. Ancax had no idea what purpose those served.

With steady hands, he threw away the smelly clothes and carefully rubbed the herb on every inch of her body so as to get rid of the smell. However, something was off.

Every time his hands felt her soft body, something like a current shot up his body that ended directly in his groin. The feeling was so foreign yet carnal that Ancax didn’t know what to do with it. He continued on his chore, not thinking too deep about it.

He had no knowledge that rubbing herbs on a female human could make him feel these emotions. The more he touched her soft, supple skin, the more he yearned to touch more.

Ancax’s breath came out ragged and funny. He had rubbed herbs on his brothers a thousand times and had never felt like this. Yet a mere human was making him feel things he had never experienced before.

A deep frustrated growl escaped him when he kneaded the herb in between her legs. His body was reacting differently around hers.

Was this a normal reaction for his race? Was this a male thing? Or maybe he was the only abnormal one?

Numerous questions floated through his mind, none of which he had answers.

Thinking that the problem was him, he quickly washed the female human and retracted his hands. He made a mental note to ask his elders later about the way someone of the opposite s*x should be treated when he reached home.

Shaking his hands, he quickly got rid of the water. His body instantly soaked the liquid when he was back on dry land and no longer surrounded by the translucent water body. He gave the human a few minutes to soak up too.

However, minutes passed. The human continued to remain wet, the liquid glistening on her smooth skin.

Ancax tilted his head to the side. Maybe his earlier assumption was right. This human really was defective, not even evolved enough to soak the extra moisture on her skin. The fragile being shievred now and then.

Fearing that she might fall sick before he even had a chance to gift her to the King, Ancax wrapped his arms around her. Immediately, her body snuggled closer to his, greedy for the warmth.

What a needy human being, Ancax chuckled. But for some unreal reason, it was oddly comforting to have her in his arms.

“Sleep tight. We have a long journey ahead,” Ancax said to her sleeping face as he placed one of his arms under her shoulders and another on her lower half and continued in the direction of the mountains.