by Zara Zenia
He looked me in the eye and my heart raced.
"Oh…"
I don't know whether to laugh and tell him to get out or…
"You're very attractive," I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"Thank you," he nodded and smiled. "I think you are beautiful too. So … can we partake in the mating ritual?"
It's impossible to stifle a giggle. He was sweet and completely bizarre.
"I think I would like that," I said.
After all … there's no greater adventure than having sex with an alien. I couldn't possibly say no.
"Good," he said rather efficiently. "But you will have to show me what to do. I think the human ways of intercourse are much different to our way."
"Ok…"
I stepped out the shower and took his hand to lead him through to the bedroom.
"But are you sure? I don't want to feel as though I'm pressuring you into anything."
"You are not at all. It would be an honor."
An honor. His words hung in my head. I couldn’t remember the last time somebody said it would be an honor to do anything with me.
We sat on the edge of the bed.
"If you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, you only have to say."
He nodded to show he understood.
"Good, ok…"
I leaned forward hoping he'd lean into me and kiss me but he sat still, as though he didn’t know what to do. I brushed my lips against his, and he seemed to relax, letting out a long sigh as he kissed me back. Then I pulled away.
"Is that ok?" he asked.
"It's weird but amazing," I admitted. " You wouldn't believe how special I feel right now."
We held hands and looked into each other's eyes.
"I think you are the most beautiful human I have seen," he beamed.
This time, he leaned in and kissed me. I placed my hand on his chest and felt his muscles ripple in my hand. Bending down I nuzzled his neck, and he let out a little gasp.
"You will like this too?" he asked before kissing my neck.
His lips were soft and supple and it felt so ticklish yet sweet as he held me close.
"What can I do next?"
It’s strange behaving in this way, checking off things that are deemed pleasurable, and I don't want him to think he has to do all these different things to please me.
"How about I touch you?" I offer.
He raises his eyebrows.
"You can lie back and I'll pleasure you."
"Ok!"
He eagerly flops back on the bed. I stretched a leg over him and straddle his groin. He became hard in an instant, pressing up against me. I couldn’t help but notice that he was so large and the shape of his penis was like nothing I had ever seen before. Now, in its turgid state, I could see it is ridged like a drill with blue grooves down the shaft. I reached out a quivering hand but found that I was too nervous to touch it, although I really wanted to. Looking up at Jarick I saw him looking at the ceiling, waiting for me to begin.
I laid down on his stomach and kissed his chest, moving further down until I was licking the skin of his abdomen, my hands exploring him. For a moment I was worried that he might not be enjoying it but then he moaned softly and flung back his head. His fingers inched their way around the back of my head and tangled themselves in my hair.
"I think I would very much like you to kiss me like that right here," he pointed to his penis.
I was still nervous as my lips met his tip but I was also wet and eager to experience everything about his body. I reached out a tentative tongue and tasted him. He was salty but sweet and I pressed my lips around the head, holding him inside my mouth. I sucked hard and felt his unique shape.
"Yes!" he gripped my hair hard. "That feels so good!"
But suddenly, he pushed me away.
"This is not what I wanted," he said abruptly.
I felt a little confused, if not slightly hurt.
"Am I doing something wrong? I'm so sorry! I didn't mea—"
"You are perfect," he smiled as he stroked the side of my face. "But I would rather pleasure you instead. After all, it is me that wants to thank you."
"Oh," I blushed and gripped his hand tight.
"I think it should be your turn to lie down."
I look into his eyes and saw such an open expression of wanting to please me. I'd never been looked at like that before.
"Are you sure?" I asked, still worried that I may be taking advantage of him in some way.
"More than anything. I want to pleasure you and nothing else."
"Ok," I laid back on the bed.
This time he took his position between my legs and began kissing my stomach before looking up at me.
"Just tell me what to do. I'll do anything."
Chapter 13
Jarick
"Kiss me right here," she placed a hand between her legs.
I touched my lips to hers and she gave out a little whimper and flung her head back. It seemed that what I was doing was working. Or at least I thought it was.
"Use your tongue," she breathed, her fingers wrapping around the back of my head.
She gripped me hard. I could feel her fingernails dig into my scalp but I didn’t mind the pain, not if it brought her great pleasure. I did as she said and poked out my tongue. I lapped at her softly at first but it didn’t seem to be enough.
"Harder! Suck on it," she cried.
I did as she said and she moaned, her fingers now digging into the bed sheets. After a few minutes, I pulled away and look down at her.
"Why did you stop?"
Her face was flushed red and she looked a little angry. There was a bead of sweat dripping down in between her breasts and I reached out and touched it with my finger, pressing the moisture into her skin. She gave me a confused look and asked again, "Why did you stop?"
"What else can I do for you? What is more pleasurable than this?"
She thought for a minute, her hands on my body as she touched my muscles.
"I like it from behind," she said at last.
"From behind? What does this mean?"
"It means…"
She rolled over onto her stomach then pushed her backside up into the air. I could see all of her sex and the way it was dripping wet. From what I had learned, a woman grew wet when she was aroused and excited by what she was feeling. That must mean I was doing things right and saying thank you in the best way. I touched my hands to her and rubbed at the slick wetness. She moaned and I could see her biting down on her lower lip, her eyes clenched shut and a smile twisted up the corners of her lips.
My fingers slide in easily and I'm deep within her vagina, feeling the heat within. I have to admit that I've not done this to a woman before, neither on Earth or on Orba. It felt good, really good and I enjoyed pushing my fingers in and out repeatedly as she grinded her pelvis toward me.
"Oh fuck…" she pushed her head into the pillow. "Yeah … right there. Do it harder."
I pummeled my fingers into her hard, thrusting myself into her over and over again until I noticed that her thighs began to shake.
"Are you ok?" I asked as I touched a hand to her leg.
"Uhuh … keep going. Right there, keep going."
Her voice was muffled through the pillow but I understood what she wanted. It seemed that I was truly making her happy. After a moment she lifted her head up. Her skin was pink and her eyes were glazed over and half closed. It was as though she was lost in a deep dream world as she stared into space. The shaking in her thighs soon become more intense and she screamed. I stopped in an instant, terrified that I've hurt her.
"I'm sorry! I won't do it again," I said as I pulled my hands away.
"No! Don't stop! Keep going!" she screamed as she looks over her shoulder. "Please, fuck… Don't stop."
She was frenzied and desperate, and so eager to be touched by me. I placed my fingers back inside her.
"Put your thumb here like this," she angled my hand so
that my thumb was on the little button above her opening.
I massaged it in circular motions and she screamed one last time, her toes curling beneath her and her eyes rolling back in her head. Inside, her vagina contracted and spasmed exactly three times, then she collapses on the bed gasping for air.
"Oh God…" she pushed my hand away and rolled over onto her back, "That was … amazing."
Her eyes were still clenched shut, and her arm draped over her forehead as though she was exhausted.
"What else can I do?" I asked, eager to do so much more.
She looked up at the ceiling, panting as though she was finding it difficult to catch her breath. Looking down to me, she smiled.
"Have you ever been with a human woman before?"
I shook my head.
"I didn't think so. I mean, oh God, that sounded so terrible I know but … you're so innocent."
"Thank you."
She smiled again and held my hand.
"Have you ever been with a woman back on your home planet?"
I think for a minute before answering.
"Yes," I nodded. "But in a different way. Relations are not the same between a man and woman on Orba."
"Oh…"
"There's one thing I must ask you," I suddenly said.
Lying down beside her, I took her hand and squeezed it.
"What?" she turned to face me, her long hair fanning out across the pillow.
"What has religion got to do with anything?"
"Eh?" she scrunched up her face.
"You spoke of God."
She narrowed her eyes as she looked at me then burst out laughing.
"Oh, Jarick. I don't believe in God! It's just that… sometimes we just say the phrase "Oh God" when we're in an emotional state. It means nothing really. Not any more."
"I see," I said although I didn’t really. "That's interesting. So God doesn't really have anything to do with sex?"
"He certainly does not. Not in my mind anyway."
"I feel relieved about that," I kissed her hand.
"Why's that?"
"I don't know it's just … weird, I think."
She cuddled in close to me and kissed me on the cheek. The softness of her touch was electric and a thousand tingles shuddered across my skin.
"You're so innocent," she leaned her head into the crook of my neck. "It's lovely. You're not like any other guys I've known."
"You're beautiful," I turned to face her and kiss her forehead. "You're definitely not like any other girl I've met."
She squeezed me tight.
"Argh!" I winced with the pain and pulled away.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I forgot you were injured.
"It's ok."
I looked into her eyes. It was the first time I'd seen them so close. Green with brown specks, they looked as though they were their own miniature galaxy. I was mesmerized by the intelligence behind them.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, turning away embarrassed.
"I just think you're amazing."
She didn’t say anything.
"By the way, I'm not finished saying thank you."
She turned back, her cheeks burning red once again.
"What else can I do for you?"
She leaned in close to me and placed her hand on my chest. Gently, she caressed my bruises, then bent down to kiss them.
"We could…" she looks up at me and raised her eyebrows. "We could go all the way."
I may be an uneducated alien but I knew what that meant.
"Just tell me how. I'll do it any way you like."
"How about I take charge?"
"I think I'd like that."
Rolling me onto my back, she sat across me, her long nails dragging over my abdomen. I'm still hard, still eager to penetrate her. I watched as she placed her hand between her legs and spreads her lips with her fingers. Then, slowly, she pushes herself on top of me. She lets out a loud moan as she sat down and clutches at the sides of her head as she rocked back and forth.
"Oooh…"
She brings herself to a steady rhythm and moves faster and faster. For a few minutes, I'm not sure what to do. She seems to be doing all the work instead of me but that's not what I want. I want to pleasure her and show her how much I appreciate her.
"I don't like this," I said, holding her by the waist and stopping her.
She pulls herself off me in an instant.
"I'm so sorry!"
"No… You've done nothing wrong but … I want to be in charge."
Her eyes become wide. I can feel the heat within her increase and her skin becomes wet to the touch as she sweats.
"Do what you want with me," she leaned down and whispered into my ear. "Don't hold back."
I know what I have to do … I think. From the internet videos Draygus and Ethazol showed me, I have learned the best positions. If I mimic them accordingly then surely she will be pleasured. I kept this strategy in mind as I climbed on top of her and pushed her knees back to her ears. She looked a little surprised at first, but as I thrust into her hard she closed her eyes and screamed. The quivering started in her thighs again and I knew I was doing the right thing.
There is one good thing about being an Orban. We are a super fit and hard-working race. We also have exceptional stamina and can perform physical tasks for hours without growing tired. This has translated well to sexual intercourse. Yet there was something else, our penises move in a way a human's does not. As I began to turn it clockwise and drill deep inside of her, a look of shock swept over her face and for a moment she looked scared. But soon the fear turned to ecstasy and she relaxed, growing so wet that her juices were flowing out of her.
I thrust into her over and over trying to get as deep as I could into her and long after the trembling of her thighs had stopped and she looks exhausted, I kept going. I didn’t stop. I moved her from position to position and penetrate her over and over again. Occasionally, she’d start to shake and then with one loud scream it passed, until the next time.
After what seems like hours, she eventually became silent. As I laid on top of her, our mouths pressing hard into one another, I noticed that she has stopped digging her nails into my skin. She also wasn’t moving at all. It was as if she had become lifeless. I lifted up my head and look into her eyes.
"What is wrong?"
She sighed.
"I don't think I can take any more."
Pulling out, I collapsed on the bed beside her. As we held each other, our sweat mingled together. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her softly.
"You don't seem so happy any more," I mused.
"I'm just tired," she exhaled. "You really can go forever."
"I certainly can."
"I keep thinking that I'm imagining all of this."
"Me too."
"Back on Orba, what do you do after sex?"
"After sex?" I asked, bemused.
"Yeah, like when you're lying in bed together afterward."
"Nothing at all."
She laughed.
"Sounds like most human guys."
"What are we supposed to do? Or rather, what would you like me to do?"
She pulled the covers up over us and laid her head on my shoulder.
"I'd like it if you held me, just for a little while."
She picked up my free arm and places it around her. I'd never been this close to a woman before and somehow, despite all the vigorous sex we'd just had, this seemed like the most intimate we'd been.
"Can I say something?" I asked as I stroked her hair, brushing the loose strands from her eyes.
"Sure."
"I think touching you like this is much more special than the drilling."
Again she burst out laughing. I notice she did that a lot when I spoke.
"Yeah … they're both special I guess, but this is more personal I suppose."
"I agree."
I reached my hand around her even more and squeezed her tight. It's was
a beautiful moment, just holding her tight against my body, our hearts beating against one another. Finally, I felt as though I had found a way to say thank you, a pure expression of my love and gratitude. In this very second, it was as though we were not different species or from different parts of the universe. We were the same and we were bonded.
Chapter 14
Jarick
I was on the cusp of falling asleep. Madison's hair was falling over my face but I didn’t mind. I breathed in the smell of it and realized it reminded me of something I remember finding in the supermarket at the mall Alison worked in … strawberries. Her hair smelled like strawberries and I'm not sure why. I pondered on this finding as my eyes grew heavy. Beneath the covers, we snuggled up close and I relished the warmth of her body. For a minute, as sleep took a hold of me, I felt that my injuries were gone and I am safe. For the briefest of seconds, I had nothing to worry about.
Then the door opened.
It creaked as the light from the hallway filtered in. There was a figure in the doorway, small yet somehow menacing in my half-asleep state.
"How was it?" it asked.
Madison opened her eyes, noticed the figure and screamed as she bolted upright.
"What the fuck?" she yelled.
It was Victorinth. She stepped into the room and sat on the edge of the bed and looked right at Madison, seemingly unbothered by her nudity.
"How was it?" she asked again.
"What?" Madison scrunched up her face in disbelief.
"I heard you having sexual intercourse," Victorinth said seriously. "How did it feel?"
Madison picked up the nearest object, a pillow, and hurled it at her.
"Get out!" she laughed. "You're freakin' crazy."
Victorinth jumped up off the bed and ran into the other bedroom, her footsteps battering down on the floorboards in the hall.
"I'm sorry," I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling the bed sheets around her body.
"I can go talk to her if you want."
"Is she always so…" Madison grasped at the air as though she'd be able to find the right word. "Forward? Is she always so … up in your business?"
