by Meg Ripley
Joran’s cock pressed against her labia, sliding along her folds, and Adriana took a deep breath as she felt him guiding himself up against her. He cradled her in her arms—again she wondered where he had learned that particular maneuver, how much he actually knew about human sexuality—and kissed her as he thrust into her slowly. Adriana moaned as he filled her inch-by-inch, her body yielding to the thickness of his cock. Each bump, each ridge sent a shiver of pleasure through her until Joran’s hips pressed against hers and he paused for a moment. “You…are very tight, very small,” he murmured, moving just slightly inside of her. “I will be careful, Adriana. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding eagerly. Joran began to move, rocking his hips slowly. Every thrust made the ridges and bumps along the shaft of his member rub along her inner walls. Adriana shivered, pushing her hips down to meet Joran’s thrusts, her hands exploring the firm planes of his back and shoulders as they moved together. She wrapped her legs around his waist, twisting and pivoting her hips, as he began to move faster inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper inside.
In a matter of moments, it seemed, Adriana felt her pleasure mounting, felt the tingling electricity coursing through her body. “God, you feel good,” she cried out as Joran filled her up over and over again, brushing up against her g-spot with each thrust. She cried out as she reached her second orgasm; but Joran showed no sign at all of stopping; her climax intensified as he continued to thrust into her steadily, his body somehow tensing. Joran shouted a string of sounds that must be his native language, and Adriana gasped as a flood of hot, thick fluid gushed into her; it tingled as it coated her inner walls, heightening her orgasm until she felt overwhelmed by the pleasure. Adriana barely felt the fluids dripping out of her as Joran’s movements began to slow, a few last spurts of his alien ejaculate shooting into her. She collapsed against the bed, too exhausted to fight the languor that came over her.
Joran watched Adriana carefully, torn between concern and renewed desire; she had felt so good, wrapped around him—so tight, so wet, so inviting. He cradled the human woman in his arms, holding her, trying to decide whether he might have done something wrong. He knew that some of the other scientists on the crew had already begun experiments with human women; he was tempted to contact one of his colleagues and ask about this particular reaction. To the best of his people’s knowledge there should be no medical complications or allergic-type reactions between the two species—but of course, until they knew more about humans, they couldn’t be certain.
Adriana began to stir, and Joran felt his heart beating a little faster. “You are okay, Adriana?” he asked quietly.
“Mm,” she mumbled, turning towards him. “I’m going to be walking bow-legged for a week, but I’ll survive.”
Joran frowned, puzzled at the comment. “Explain please?” The captivating woman’s eyes opened, and Joran felt a stirring of desire deep down at the hazy pleasure he saw on her face as she looked up at him.
“I am not sure I even know how to explain,” Adriana said with a short laugh, shaking her head. She bit her bottom lip, and Joran could feel the pulse of desire in her body—and his own body’s reaction to it. “You—your—sex organ,” she began hesitantly. “It’s really big. Like—freakishly big, by human standards.” Joran nodded. He had been pleasantly surprised that her body could accommodate him as easily as it did, even knowing that human females often self-lubricated. “I will be…” she paused again, considering. “Walking funny—do you understand?”
Joran frowned, thinking. “Ah—yes, I see,” he said, smiling as the meaning of her words filtered through his mind, translated into his own language. “I did not hurt you?”
Adriana shook her head. “You did not hurt me,” she replied. “I…oh God, I just had the best sex of my life with a damned alien.” Adriana shook her head.
“I am very good at human sex,” Joran told her. “I have researched intensely.”
“How, exactly, did you—research?” Adriana asked, peering up at him closely.
“Your species has a wealth of material,” Joran explained. “This is how I know that human women must achieve orgasm during the mating experience.” Adriana’s lips twitched.
“That—that isn’t actually required,” she said, chuckling slightly. “I mean, it’s a big plus, but women conceive from forced sex that they don’t enjoy in the slightest.”
Joran frowned, remembering the films he had seen. The women in them had achieved climax in every one—it had seemed to both him and his colleagues that this was a required component of the experience.
“I must ask you many questions,” Joran said. “We may have made wrong assumptions; that should be clarified.” Adriana bit her bottom lip, and Joran wondered if this was a signal of reproductive readiness in the species, or in her individual culture—he could detect her arousal beginning to intensify.
“We’ll keep the ‘women must come’ assumption on the table; if there are a bunch of you doing this, I’d like for all of the women you recruit to at least have a good time.”
Joran laughed. “But there are other discoveries that must be made,” he pointed out.
“What exactly are you trying to find out?” Adriana asked him. Joran felt a flicker of guilt for the fact that he had not told this woman the whole truth of his mission.
“We are exploring human female reproduction,” he said. “My race, the Khateen…we are hopeful that perhaps human genetics would be worth incorporating into our own; either to enhance our offspring, or to create new offspring that would have features of both.” Adriana took a deep breath and exhaled.
“You know,” she said slowly. “I shouldn’t be surprised. Also, you’re not…the idea isn’t that poorly founded.” Joran frowned, tilting his head to the side to silently request an explanation. “Humans—well, really, really early humans—basically…” she laughed. “We came to be the way we are because our distant ancestors had sex with anything that even vaguely resembled another human.”
Joran chuckled. “So, you and I mating is not an unprecedented human event?”
Adriana shrugged. “I would hope that if you mated with early humans you’d already know what you needed to about us. But we’re a combination of several different earlier species.”
Joran inhaled sharply at the epiphany this information gave him. “That explains it! One of the questions we are exploring is why your genetic code is so complex, and so varied.”
Adriana nodded. “Homo sapiens, Neanderthal, the Denisova… we’re all…” she shrugged. “There’s been a big mish-mash of species to make the human race.”
“I must research,” Joran told her. He paused, sensing her lingering arousal. “I believe though that you are ready to mate again?” he reached down, stroking the slick folds of her sex. Human women were so different from the females of his own species, Joran thought. He brought his hand up to cup one of Adriana’s breasts. He admitted privately to himself that he could almost consider Adriana at least to be a vast improvement on any of the temptations the females on his own planet could offer.
“If you go really, really slowly,” Adriana said, licking her lips. “I think I can do that again without passing out.”
Joran smiled, leaning in to kiss her on the lips. That was one aspect of human mating rituals that he thought would definitely enrich the process of his own people’s mating; there was something intimate about the act, even more so than the coupling itself, or the tasting of each other’s sex organs.
“I enjoy kissing you,” Joran told Adriana. “It is something I have never experienced.”
Adriana smiled against his lips. “Just how long are you going to be here on the planet?” she asked him. Joran, remembering something he had seen in one of the research videos he had watched about human sexuality, turned onto his back, lifting Adriana on top of him. He felt his penis beginning to harden, remembering how good she had felt—how good she had tasted—the first time. He was more than eager to experience h
er body again.
“Indefinitely,” Joran explained. “If we are able to cross your genetics with ours, the hope is to develop that new strain. We will have to stay here to continue research.”
Adriana shook her head. “And no one knows who you are or what you are?”
Joran nodded. “We all have human identities. It is important to our work.” He moved Adriana on top of him, shifting underneath her until the tip of his cock brushed against her already-soaking labia. “No more questions now,” he told her firmly, smiling. “We need to repeat our experiment.” Adriana chuckled, looking down at him with a mixture of amusement and desire.
Joran felt a wave of heat as she sank down onto him achingly slowly, taking his member inside of her by inches. She was every bit as tight as before, and as her inner muscles flexed around him, Joran gripped her hips, fighting back the urge to fill her up in one fast, hard thrust. She was so tight, her slickness the only thing making it possible for him to push past the resistance of her body; as Adriana reached out to steady herself, her hands on his shoulders, he felt her muscles tighten around him convulsively.
They began to move together, and Joran pulled Adriana down against his body, finding her lips with his own, kissing her over and over again as he felt the pleasure coursing through him. He let his hands wander over her enticing body, exploring and testing, caressing her the way he had seen in videos, teasing her as she rocked her hips, taking him deeper and deeper. “I want to do this every day,” Joran murmured in her ear.
Adriana, moving a little bit faster, moans leaving her lips, nodded. “I am—I agree. I think…I think that is a wonderful idea.”
Joran felt his muscles beginning to tense, his body tingling with the pleasure of higher and higher arousal. He wrapped his arms around Adriana’s body, holding her close as he thrust up into her over and over again. While he now knew that she did not have to achieve orgasm to be impregnated, Joran couldn’t help but want to bring this woman to climax—it felt so good to feel her pleasure, to hear her crying out. He brought her breasts to his mouth one by one, worshiping the mounds of flesh with lips and tongue, and when Adriana gasped and shuddered against him, Joran knew that she was close.
He held back long enough to feel the first convulsive spasms of her pleasure as Adriana reached her third orgasm, and then let go of his own release, groaning and shouting in his native language as he flooded her with his seed. He knew that there was no chance that she could become pregnant—but he knew that this coupling, this mating, was about much more than reproduction.
“Will you…help me research?” Joran asked, smiling as they both collapsed against the bed together.
“Sure,” Adriana said breathlessly. “As long as…you keep…doing this to me.”
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He filed his initial report a few weeks after he had met with his subject—the human woman that he was compelled to mate with, again and again—for the first time. Joran was learning more and more about the complexities of human sexual reproduction with every meeting he had with Adriana. After they had satisfied their mutual needs, he had collected genetic material from her and analyzed it; there would be many barriers and obstacles to overcome in bringing human genetics into the Khateen’s genetic material, but he was more than willing to spend the rest of his indeterminate stay on the planet learning the nuances of Adriana’s sexuality, and the contours of her body.
Joran glanced over at the bed where Adriana was fast asleep, exhausted from their efforts at exploring each other’s bodies. He smiled to himself. He had not thought when he had embarked on the mission that he would meet a mate; he had never considered the possibility that a human woman would suit him. He stood up from his console, moving towards the bed. Perhaps in a few minutes, Adriana would awaken, and they would be able to experiment some more. The idea sent a hot jolt through him; Joran could barely wait.
THE END
Chosen Alien Gene Double Quest
Alien scientists Bronn and Lenth have a problem: they are both charged with the task of finding a willing female participant for their genetic experiments, however, they’ve both hit a dead end. Without having a subject for their studies in human mating–and, more importantly, female sexuality–they will be forced to return to their home planet empty handed.
After meeting one night at a bar to discuss their troubles, the two alpha male aliens spot Giselle, one of the bar’s waitresses, and decide that she’s the perfect candidate to approach for their studies. But, what starts out as a work assignment quickly evolves into something much more when Bronn and Lenth find themselves physically attracted to Giselle.
Giselle, an anthropology buff, finds herself strangely drawn to the two “foreign” men and reluctantly consents to participate in their tests in order to find out more about their culture–without knowing the full extent of what their “tests” will involve.
Can Bronn and Lenth convince their ideal subject to agree to an arrangement that would satisfy everyone’s curiosity?
Lenth stepped into the nearly deserted bar, looking around constantly. His gaze flicked from one human to another, sizing up prospects and trying to understand the complex behavior going on around him; he saw a few females—but most of them appeared to be working, walking briskly from one table to another or standing behind the long, ancient-looking bar itself.
Lenth’s gaze settled on a figure unlike the rest of the patrons; the man was sitting at a booth, glancing around just as interestedly as Lenth had been. Anyone looking at Lenth and the other man—who had arrived fifteen minutes prior—would have assumed that they were brothers, or at the very least cousins; they shared the same skin tone: a shade somewhere between brown and gray—an unusual color, though not entirely out of the realm of human possibility—and a similar build: lean, muscular, and almost too tall to quite be believed. Where Lenth had close-cropped, thick brown hair, the other man’s was a few inches longer, unnatural-looking silver. Both men also had unearthly-looking blue-green eyes.
Lenth strode through the quiet bar towards the booth, his lips curling in a smile at the sight of his fellow scientist. “Bronn,” he said, sitting down across from the other man. “I apologize for my tardiness.” Bronn mimicked his smile, glancing around the room once more.
“I’m just glad you’re here,” Bronn responded. He shifted into their native language. “Our superiors are beginning to become anxious.” Lenth nodded.
“I think your idea is a good one,” Lenth said. They had spoken previously about their mutual troubles; neither of them had had any success in the goal of their mission, the goal that all of the scientists on their mission had.
“It would be better than being sent back to Khatanar,” Bronn agreed. Lenth smiled, shaking his head. The planet they came from—called Tau Ceti e by the humans—was far enough away that neither scientist was in a hurry to return alone.
“They wouldn’t send us back, they’d just make our lives miserable.”
“They’d send us back if we went much longer without any progress,” Bronn countered. “I have no interest in being crammed into a capsule and sent back.”
“How are we going to approach this?” Lenth asked.
“I’ve studied human reproduction extensively,” Bronn said, lifting the mug of what Lenth’s own extensive research told him was beer to his lips and taking a long sip. “I have seen several references to human sexuality that seem to suggest that in certain situations, humans mate in groups of three instead of pairs.”
“I have seen a few of these references,” Lenth agreed. On the months that the voyage to this planet had taken, all of the scientists had reviewed as much as they could, studying the facets of human sexuality. “But it seems to be the exception rather than the rule. Do you believe it’s a fertility issue?”
“None of the other reports suggest that it is.” Bronn sat back on the bench, sighing. “I believe—from what I have studied—that recreational mating is a common feature for this species.” Lenth considered it; c
ertainly, the wealth of information available publicly about reproduction, including videos, stories, pictures, and guides, implied that the human species did not simply mate for the purposes of reproduction. Early reports from other, more successful Khateen scientists—other members of their crew, colleagues who had already selected and recruited subjects for experimentation—suggested the same.
“This—pornography that they have,” Lenth said slowly. “It’s difficult to decipher how much of it is for the purposes of education and how much of it is entertainment.”
“They are in some ways like children,” Bronn said, taking another sip of his beer. “This isn’t bad; when the waitress arrives, you should order it.” Bronn set the heavy glass mug down and continued his thought. “It’s as though their mating is not simply for the purposes of either bonding or reproduction, but a recreational activity in its own right.” Among the Khateen, mating only served two functions; part of the challenge that faced the researchers sent to the planet known as Earth was that mating seemed to be a much more complicated issue.
“We know much more now than we did when this mission started,” Lenth pointed out. “It seems strange though that something that can result in conception could be used purely as a form of entertainment. I understand that many human women don’t desire this outcome.”
“The planet is fairly well-populated,” Bronn pointed out. “And we both know that the orgasm response in humans can be addictive.”
“But an entire planet of addicts? It should be choked with humans—they should have already destroyed themselves.”
“They have ways of preventing conception, as Hikar discovered.” Hikar, another one of their colleagues, had recruited his human female subject the week before; he had reported to the group about the existence of various methods that humans used to avoid reproduction.
