Chapter 2: The First Morning After

The scent of nectar still clung to him.

Reon stirred as a soft glow warmed his face. His eyes fluttered open to find the alien dawn breaking over the hills — a sky of gold and lavender streaks, with pale white suns peeking over the horizon.

He lay on his back in the grass, his body aching in ways he didn't even know it could. Around him, the alien girls still slept, draped over him like living blankets.

The peach-skinned one curled at his side, her face pressed into his neck, her breasts soft against his chest. The blue-skinned one with glowing veins lay across his legs, her breath slow and even, her pussy still faintly wet from the night before.

His cock twitched faintly at the memory of how they'd used him. How he'd used them.

How he'd eaten his fill of their strange, delicious nectar… and how they'd drunk his seed like it was the only thing keeping them alive.

Reon tilted his head back and let out a long, shaky sigh.

He was alive.

But he wasn't home.

His gaze drifted to the wreck of his ship in the distance, still smoking faintly on the slope of a dune.

That was his ticket back to Earth. Or at least, it had been.

He needed to get moving. To find out if there was anything left to salvage.

But as he tried to sit up, a slender, peach-colored arm hooked around his neck and pulled him back down into the grass.

"Mmm," the peach-skinned girl murmured sleepily. "Stay."

Her voice was soft, but there was an edge to it — a quiet command.

The other girls began to stir now, their alien eyes blinking open one by one, their bodies stretching and shifting as they surrounded him once again.

"Don't go," the blue one said, her glowing fingers brushing his thigh. "Morning feeding… soon."

Feeding.

Reon's stomach growled faintly at the word — and, as if in answer, their scents thickened in the morning air.

Already, the peach-skinned girl was straddling his chest, her folds glistening anew.

"You live here now," she whispered, leaning down to kiss his jaw. "You feed us. We feed you. Every dawn… every dusk…"

Her lips curled into a faint, satisfied smile.

"…Forever."

Reon's jaw tightened as he stared past her at the wreck of his ship.

Forever?

Not if he could help it.

But as her hips lowered onto his lips, and her nectar once again coated his tongue with its sweet, intoxicating taste, his mind fogged over and his body betrayed him all over again.

The other girls gathered around, already stripping their gauzy clothes, ready for their turn.

And so, as dawn bathed the alien world in gold, Reon Veyr began his first morning as their feeder… his thoughts torn between the pull of home and the heat of their endless hunger.

Reon's lips glistened with nectar as the peach-skinned girl finally slid off him, her satisfied sigh echoing softly in the dawn air.

But before he could even catch his breath, another figure pushed forward — the violet-skinned one with six arms.

Her slender fingers closed around his chin, turning his head to her before he could protest.

"My turn," she hissed, her voice sharper now than last night.

Without ceremony, she swung a leg over him and straddled his face. Her scent hit him instantly — spicier and heavier than the peach-skinned girl's, with a faint electric tang that made his mouth water and his cock stir all over again.

Reon groaned, but obeyed, his tongue pressing into her strange, ridged slit as her six hands gripped his hair, his shoulders, even his chest.

But as he licked her, he felt the tension in the air shift.

The peach-skinned girl crouched nearby, her golden eyes narrowing as she watched him eat the violet girl.

When the violet one let out a moan and ground her hips harder into his mouth, the peach-skinned girl reached out and grabbed one of her wrists.

"Enough," she said coldly.

The violet one froze, then slowly turned her head.

Their gazes locked — a silent, electric stare full of challenge.

"This feeder is for all of us," the peach-skinned girl said, her voice quiet but firm. "Not just you."

The violet girl smirked and leaned down over Reon, her ridged folds still pressing to his mouth.

"Then let him choose," she purred.

Reon froze beneath her, his tongue still gliding over her slick flesh.

Choose?

He pulled back just enough to gasp for breath, glancing between the two of them.

The peach-skinned girl was still crouched at his side, her fingers digging into the grass, her expression hard but… hurt, too.

The violet girl, on the other hand, looked down at him with a predatory smile, her many hands caressing his face, chest, thighs, as though daring him to say no.

And all around them, the other girls watched — some with curiosity, some with smirks of their own.

They were beautiful. They were hungry.

And now, they were fighting over him.

Reon's stomach twisted, his cock throbbing, his mind spinning.

He still wanted to go home.

But for now…

He licked his lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of them both.

For now, he needed to survive — and if that meant feeding every single one of them, and letting them fight it out while he drank and fucked them all…

Then so be it.

His hands gripped the violet girl's hips as he buried his face in her again, making her gasp and shiver in triumph.

Over her shoulder, the peach-skinned girl's golden eyes burned with quiet fury.

And just like that, the seeds of rivalry had been sown.

When the violet-skinned girl finally slid off his face, panting and triumphant, Reon fell back into the grass, utterly spent.

She gave the peach-skinned girl a sharp, smug look as she rose, her hips swaying with pride as she rejoined the circle.

The peach-skinned girl still crouched nearby, her golden eyes fixed on him — but now softer, almost… sad.

Reon turned his head to meet her gaze.

For the first time, she didn't speak.

And then, without a word, she slipped quietly back into the group and sat down, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.

Reon's chest tightened as he watched her retreat.

He didn't know why, but something about seeing her like that — small, quiet, lonely — hurt worse than the ache in his bones.

Before he could sit up and go to her, a shadow fell over him.

It was the blue-skinned girl with the faintly glowing veins. She knelt beside him, her cool fingers brushing his sweaty forehead, her eyes calm.

"You… hurt," she murmured, her voice light and breathy.

Reon managed a weak smile.

"Not… really," he lied.

Her fingers lingered on his cheek.

"You… lie," she said simply.

Then she leaned down and pressed her lips softly to his.

It wasn't hungry like the others. It wasn't rough.

It was gentle.

Her tongue slipped between his lips, and he tasted her faint citrus sweetness again, but now it was slower, deliberate — as though she wanted him to remember her taste long after she was gone.

When she finally pulled back, her glowing eyes searched his face.

"Don't… break," she whispered. "We… need you."

Then she stood and faded back into the group, her fingers trailing down his chest as she left.

Reon lay there stunned, his lips still tingling.

For the first time since he'd crashed here, he realized something strange.

Not all of them were the same.

Some only wanted to use him.

But some…

He glanced toward the peach-skinned girl, who still sat alone, staring at the grass.

Some wanted him.

His chest tightened again — with something more than hunger, more than lust.

Something he hadn't expected to feel here.

And as the sun rose higher, casting golden light over the strange planet and the even stranger women who now surrounded him, Reon closed his eyes and whispered to himself:

"I can't stay… I have to go home."

But even as he said it, part of him already wondered if he was lying.

The alien sun was high by the time Reon finally rose to his feet.

The women watched him silently from the edge of the clearing — their eyes following him as he staggered toward the wreck of his ship, still smoking faintly against the hill.

His legs felt like jelly. His chest still sticky with their scents, his lips still tasting of their nectar.

But in his chest burned something sharper than hunger.

Resolve.

He reached the battered hull of the ISV Hopebreaker and ran his fingers over the scorched metal. The control panel was shattered, the wings twisted and cracked, but maybe — just maybe — something inside was salvageable.

He pressed his forehead to the cool surface and whispered to himself.

"I'm going home. No matter what it takes… I'm going home."

Behind him, a quiet voice interrupted.

"You… lie."

Reon turned, startled.

The peach-skinned girl stood just a few feet away. She wasn't smiling.

Her golden eyes fixed on his with quiet intensity.

"You… already… ours," she said softly.

Reon's fists tightened at his sides.

"No," he said firmly. "I didn't come here to stay. I didn't ask for this. I'm going home."

She stepped closer, her bare feet silent in the grass.

"You eat," she said, her tone sharpening, "you drink. You fuck. You… need us."

He glared at her.

"That's just to survive. That doesn't mean I want to stay."

Something flickered in her eyes — hurt, and something else.

She stepped even closer, so close now he could feel her warmth against his chest.

Her hand rose to his cheek, and she whispered:

"Then… why do you look at me like this?"

Reon froze.

Because it was true.

Even now — even as he told himself he hated this place, even as he swore he'd go home — he couldn't stop the way his chest tightened when he looked at her.

She leaned in and pressed her forehead to his.

"You can… want home," she murmured. "But you… want me too."

Reon's breath caught in his throat.

Her fingers slid to his chin and lifted his face until their eyes locked.

"You live here now," she said again, softer this time. Almost… pleading.

Reon swallowed hard, his mind a storm.

He wanted to deny her.

But the words wouldn't come.

So instead, he whispered to himself again, just loud enough for her to hear:

"I will go home."

But as her lips brushed his cheek, and her fingers slid down to take his hand in hers, he wondered if he even believed it anymore.