Cerulean Planet (Blue Dust Trilogy #1)

Chapter 17

The windows of the wooden hut were framed without glass or other coverings, but there was no wind nor waves in the area. The weather was also warm and pleasant. There was no reason why they could not live with the ground as their mattress and the sky as their backdrop; the doors and windows, and even the wooden hut itself, were but a formality.

Jiayun chose some tree stumps and thick branches to use as furniture. He wanted a bed, but the grass here won't seem to dry, so the two of them dove underwater and picked lots of orange seaweed instead, laying them down on the ground. The monster needed no rest and therefore needed no bed either; the bed was for Jiayun alone. Jiayun sat cross-legged on the bed that wasn't all that spacious and patted the spot beside him.

The monster didn't seem to understand the meaning behind his action so Jiayun explained by calling them over, "Come on over."

The monster trod over, bent down, lowered their head, tucked in their knees, and finally sat down beside Jiayun.

There was little light at the bottom of the valley, hidden behind shadows, so naturally, it would be even dimmer inside the small hut. However, the monster would generate light from their body at night or in dark places, illuminating what fell into Jiayun's view. Jiayun glanced at the monster with his head turned, speaking in a quiet voice, "You should turn the lights off at times like these."

The monster tried to process the information as they slowly adjusted their physiology, muting its luminous qualities. What did Jiayun mean when he said times like these? Why would he express a sense of comfort and convenience when they lit the light for him most of the time, but tell them to turn it off at this very moment?

Soon, their questions were answered by Jiayun.

He turned his body, straddling the monster and leaning against their chest. He cradled the monster's face in his hands and asked, "Did you really not get injured? Is your body really okay?"

"Yes," the monster replied.

They could feel the excitement radiating from Jiayun's mind and body, sensing Jiayun's quickened breaths, warming body, and the scent of lust that leaked from it. The monster took the hint and reached out to hold Jiayun, bending against his ear and assured him once more, "Yes."

The monster didn't make it a habit of repeating themselves needlessly, so their "yes" sounded more like a tease. It made Jiayun hard; his cock prodded against the monster's stomach.

"Do you derive physical pleasure from having sex with me?" he asked the monster.

"No," the monster replied.

"What about mentally? Or, is there something I can do to make you feel pleasure and happiness? What part of me do you feel?"

"Just do things the way you like," the monster said, then supplied, "If you would like, I can create a vagina for you, or shift my body and face into that of a woman's."

Jiayun giggled, pressing his forehead against theirs. "No," he said, rubbing their heads together. "You're not a woman, and I don't want to use you or anything. Maybe you'll never understand, but right now, in this moment, I want to make love to you the way you want most. And I mean making love, the ultimate form of communicating through the way our bodies touch."

Maybe the monster really didn't understand what he meant, but they weren't going to make Jiayun wait any longer.

They parted Jiayun's ass cheeks and pressed a finger inside. The finger, strangely nimble, forced Jiayun's hole open, but he didn't let the monster stretch him further. Instead, Jiayun lifted his hips and located the monster's cock, guiding it with his hand as he sank down on it.