by Lionel Law
She didn’t mind sharing anything she knew, although she was surprised at what questions were asked. Instead of asking about military or technological accomplishments, the Iovans seemed most interested in human artistic forms, and Katrina soon found a rapt audience for her singing, which she had always thought of as mundane before. She was sitting with Da’al in their now shared dining room of his large house discussing it while enjoying dinner together.
“So they really all gave you a standing ovation?” he asked, while sipping at his drink. They were celebrating in a way, as he had gotten a job offer that day as well, and had decided to indulge in the local equivalent of wine. “I’m impressed. Iovans don’t do that often.”
“Well, since some of them got a read of my language, they’ve turned out to be pretty decent to deal with, although can you please get them to stop tapping their damn arms three times every time they meet me? It weirds me out.”
“Why?” Da’al asked, refilling her glass. “I mean, it is a bit excessive, but it isn’t meant as offensive.”
“It’s just too much, it starts to come off as ironic or smarmy to me,” she replied, her words starting to slur slightly. “Also, is there anything in your culture like a gay taboo or anything?”
“You mean inter-gender relations? Not at all, although I personally am not interested in male Iovans. Why?”
“Because there are a few of the women I’ve been working with who have been giving me a look that says they’re interested in a lot more than just my singing voice and my knowledge of art,” Katrina said with a small giggle. “Although I do not know why. They’re all knockouts.”
Katrina wasn’t exaggerating, in her opinion. Each of the Iovan women she had seen so far had a body that would make a model jealous. Shorter than most human women, they were all invariably hourglass figured, with voluptuous lips and almond shaped eyes that even left Katrina impressed.
The only so-called negative physical quality about the Iovans had to be their height. Da’al was one of the tallest Iovans she had yet met, and he was only an inch taller than her five feet seven inches. Most of the men were under five foot six, and the women were even shorter, with quite a few barely breaking five feet tall. It was a good thing for Katrina she liked taller men. “Seriously, when some of our men meet your women, you’re going to have all sorts of interspecies relationship issues on your hands.”
“I’m not so sure of that,” Da’al said, taking another deep drink of the alcohol. “After all, we haven’t even proven if our species could even copulate if we wanted to.”
Katrina chuckled, and raised her glass, draining it in a single pull. “Well, as we say, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
Da’al shrugged and stood up, loosening his pants and pulling them down before she could say anything. She was amazed as his cock came into view, so different but so similar to what she had seen before. Dark golden, it jutted from his crotch higher than a human man’s would, and his balls seemed to be either non-existent or internally held in his body. But the most impressive part to her was the shape. Slightly ridged, she could see knobby bumps up and down the shaft, which ended in a thick arrow shaped head with twin holes. Except for the holes at the ends, it looked to her like an erotic playtoy, a dildo or fantasy vibrator of some type. “That’s impressive,” she said, her voice thick with drunken desire. “But check this out.”
Pulling at the zipper of her coverall, Katrina shed her garment like a skin, stepping out onto the carpeted floor of the dining room. She was wearing her only set of underclothes, a utilitarian pair of panties and bra she washed out every day in the sink. While she had ascertained that the Iovans did have underclothes, she was a bit small in the bust for a Iovan woman at a large B cup, and she didn’t want to wear the Iovan equivalent of a training bra if she didn’t need to.
Still, despite her smaller breasts and less pronounced hips, she could see that Da’al liked what he saw, as his sexy cock twitched, and he stepped forward unconsciously. She also took a step forward, closing the rest of the distance between them until she was against him, her arms going naturally around his neck to pull him into a kiss. She was surprised at how smooth and sensuous his lips were, and let her tongue come out to caress him, causing Da’al to pull back in surprise. Katrina bit her lip enticingly, her eyes hooded with desire. “What?”
“Nice,” Da’al replied, before twittering something in his own language. Whatever the words, she knew what he meant, and they kissed again, this time his own tongue coming out to explore her mouth. She felt him push her panties down, the warm air flowing over her wet labia as Da’al’s hands explored the smooth curves of her hips and ass, cupping them and bringing her tight against him. She gasped when his cock touched her skin, an electric tingle going through her. It had been so long, and Da’al was one of the most handsome men she had ever met. Her hands ran over his shirt, enjoying the feel of his muscles underneath, hungry to feel more.
“Take me to bed,” she moaned, her head swimming when he picked her up like a feather and took her to his bedroom. She had seen inside before, it looked a lot like a normal human bedroom, except that the bed was hexagonal rather than rectangular, but it was her first time stepping inside, although part of her mind, the part that wasn’t in a lust filled drunken haze, reflected she hadn’t stepped yet, technically.
Da’al laid her on the bed before stepping back to take off the rest of his clothes, leaving his golden skin naked and glowing in the evening light that came through the window. Katrina pulled her bra and panties off, leaving her in just a pair of socks as he climbed back on top of her, his lips finding hers again in a fierce clash of mouths that took her breath away. His hands roamed everywhere, especially over her back and arms, circling around her shoulder blades repeatedly when he pulled her on top of him. She giggled when he hit a ticklish spot, breaking their kiss. She sat up, straddling his narrow hips. “Now.”
Taking his cock in her hand, she lined herself up with him, lowering her body carefully. The first touch against the wet, aching lips of her pussy thrilled her, the wide arrow shaped head spreading her open until she felt like she was stretched fully before sinking into the slightly narrower shaft. She sank down until she was fully impaled, a smile spreading on her face. The ridges and gentle bumps of his cock rubbed her in every way she could want, feeling better than anything she had ever experienced. “My God,” she gasped when she finally settled down. “You’re amazing.”
“You too,” Da’al said, his voice dropping deeper and gaining more reverberation. She could barely understand him any longer, but it didn’t matter, she knew what he was thinking and feeling. She supposed it was part of his psychic abilities, but to her it felt like she was in two places at once, both filled by his cock and her own cock being enveloped by the warm tight depths of her pussy, both sensations at once filling her mind. “Now hold tight.”
Katrina was about to reply when she felt something move inside her, and suddenly the ridges and bumps on Da’al’s cock started moving inside her, even though his hips never moved. She tried to move, but the wide tip of his cock was locked inside her, not allowing her much movement at all. Instead, she felt his body speed up, the ridges and bumps twisting and lighting up every nerve in her pussy. Within seconds she was gasping and mewling, pinching at her nipples with her eyes closed.
It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Da’al’s cock had all of the tactile enhancements of a dildo or vibrator, but was warm, throbbing, and organic. She could barely breathe after just a minute, and she felt her body trembling, on the edge of coming. “Please,” she begged, her eyes locking with his. “Please.”
Da’al nodded almost imperceptibly, his cock speeding up inside her. She felt her orgasm crash over her and she collapsed on his chest, her mouth buried in the hollow of his neck as she cried out. She thought he would stop, but instead he rolled her over, pinning her beneath him and slowing his cock down while she recovered. When she could breathe again, he looked in h
er eyes and smiled. “My turn.”
It was the strangest and most erotic moment of her life, being pinned underneath Da’al. His cock sped up again, twitching and rubbing her pussy until she felt like she would go crazy. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in tighter as he kept going, his eyes fixed on hers. She pulled him down into another kiss, their lips and teeth clashing with tongues. Katrina gave herself over to the moment, Da’al’s hands and lips so active while his hips stayed almost rock still, his knees pressed against her ass, kneeling and keeping her tight against him.
She could feel in her mind Da’al’s approaching orgasm, and her own body responding. Pushing his head back, she nodded. “Do it,” she whispered, keeping her eyes on his. The electric blue orbs flared, an electric shine arcing around them. His chest thrummed, and she could feel what she thought was his heart speed up, until with a momentous snap, she could feel him come, his cock filling her with his come. The tingly fluid pushed her into another orgasm, her mind washing white and blank for a moment, her consciousness fleeing her. She could only feel the pleasure exploding from her pussy and his cock, their link stronger than she could have ever imagined. In that moment, she knew everything about Da’al, and her mind recognized that he knew everything about her as well. A wave of security and peace washed through her, and she let the orgasm’s wave carry her into sleep, her eyes fluttering shut and a smile on her face.
Chapter 6
Katrina woke up the next morning with a splitting headache, and a warm feeling against her side. Blinking her aching eyes, she jerked fully awake when she realized the warmth against her side was Da’al, whose body she had been laying against. She sat up with a start, before a wave of nausea and pain drove her back down onto the bed with a groan. “Oh fuck, my head,” she whispered, thinking back to the first time she had ever gotten smashed in her life. The pain was pretty comparable, in her opinion. “God damn, this hurts.”
“It seems the local spirits affect you more than me,” Da’al whispered from beside her, laying a gentle hand on her back and rubbing. “Do you need medicine?”
Katrina sighed and blurted a sound she thought was ‘no,’ but couldn’t be sure. Squeezing her eyes shut, she rolled over onto her back. “Water, just a lot of water, maybe something sweet to go with it.”
Da’al got up and left without a word, moving almost silently until she heard the faucet in the kitchen turn on before shutting off again and he returned. “Water. I will go get you some fruit from the shop down the street,” he whispered before silently leaving again. Katrina relished the quiet, since it at least somewhat dulled the cacophony in her head, which still felt like it was threatening to split open like an overripe melon.
She sipped at her water, noting the fact that Da’al had brought the water to her in a container with a flexible drinking straw so she could drink without lifting her head. As she sipped, she laid back, thinking about what had happened the night before. Strangely, she didn’t regret what happened. While the vehicle wasn’t what she would have liked, the liquor had loosened up her inhibitions, and allowed her to do what she had wanted to do since waking up in the entrance to his cave weeks prior. Besides his physical attractiveness, Da’al’s personality was kind and confident, his entire demeanor the type she enjoyed. He was funny, and had picked up a unique ability to turn English words on their heads, using alternative meanings to create funny results that often left her in stitches.
But probably the most attractive thing about Da’al to her was the respect he showed her in every thing they did together. She didn’t know if it was typical among his people, but she could count on one hand the number of humans who had treated her with such straightforward honesty and courtesy on her fingers, including her family. In every interaction, his calm, confident respect told her that he saw her as an equal, not someone to measure himself against for purposes of self worth or ego.
So she didn’t regret what had happened between them. In hindsight, it was one of the most enjoyable sexual experiences of her life, and the way his cock moved on its own within her sent a shiver through her just with the memory. The main question she had was, what next? She hadn’t felt overly drunk the night before, all evidence of hangover to the contrary. Sure, she had a few drinks, and while she had said some things she knew would never normally come out of her mouth, she had never felt out of control the entire time. The fact was, she wanted to go to bed with Da’al, and if the psychic link she had felt was real, he had wanted the exact same thing.
She heard the front door to the house open, and she knew Da’al had come back. Groaning and slitting her eyes, she sat up slowly, letting her elbows rest on her knees while the room stopped spinning. Once Katrina was sure she wasn’t going to lose what little was in her stomach, she stood up slowly, making her way towards the area she thought of as the living area. Da’al was in the kitchen, slicing up the fruit he had promised her. She smiled at the image, noting he had chosen a fruit she had said she liked over a week ago. The yellow fruit, which looked a lot like mango but tasted kind of like a rich watermelon to her, was just what she needed. “Thank you,” she said, taking a seat at the dining room table, which she saw still had the remains of last night’s drinking and dinner on it, “but you don’t need to cut those up for me. I’m perfectly capable of chewing.”
“I’ve had hangovers before, I know even chewing can hurt,” he said, continuing to slice up the fruit. “If you give me a minute, I can turn it into a paste if you wish.”
“I don’t think I’m so bad I need to eat baby food,” Katrina replied with a painful chuckle. “But thanks for the offer.”
“No problem,” Da’al said, finishing his slicing and setting the plate before her. “Enjoy.”
Da’al went back into the kitchen and made his own breakfast, the local equivalent of coffee, which Katrina detested with a passionate vengeance, and bread, which normally she could tolerate, except she didn’t want to deal with the tangy flavor at the moment. Spreading fruit preserves on top, he sat down across from her, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you sure you can’t use some medicine?”
Katrina nodded and took a bite of the fruit. It was glorious, just as good as she remembered, and she smiled. “Da’al, last night the local light alcohol left me with a splitting hangover. I don’t even want to know what your version of pain killers would do to me.”
They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Katrina thought she could actually blink without it feeling like daggers were being shoved through her eye sockets. “I guess this is the point at which we should talk,” she said, finishing her bottle of water. “About last night.”
“We could,” Da’al agreed as he finished his slice of bread. “But I would prefer to wait until after I finish work today. You need to fully recover, and we should both think about what we’re going to want to say. I would prefer not to say something stupid because of rushing.”
Katrina nodded, and finished her fruit. “Okay. If you don’t mind, I had told a historian from the university I would come by this week and talk with him about what I know of the history of mankind. I told him I don’t know a lot, but I can tell him what I can. Maybe once this headache stops I’ll go over and see him.”
“That sounds good. He is paying you, I hope?” Da’al asked, gathering their plates and taking them into the kitchen. “Don’t let anyone fool you into thinking this is a moneyless society.”
Katrina felt laughter form for the first time of the day, and she chuckled quietly. “Don’t worry, I am getting something for it, although probably not much. I’m supposed to talk with someone at the government offices next week about that situation. I guess no one really cares since we’re publicly together.”
At the mention of their relationship, both of them grew quiet, caught up in their own thoughts. Finally, Da’al nodded his head and left to get dressed, leaving quietly a few minutes later. Katrina sat at the table a few minutes longer, trying to will herself not to go running after him.
“He’s right, don’t say anything stupid, don’t be an idiot,” she said to herself. “He comes from a totally different culture, who knows what he thinks about the human idea of love?”
*****
Da’al was waiting for her when she came in the door, a drink in his hand and a smile on his face. “Welcome back,” he said, handing her a glass. “I promise, it’s just fruit juice, nothing you haven’t had before.”
Katrina laughed and took a drink, enjoying the beverage. She thought the fruit was called yunthon, but she knew there were a lot of sounds the Iovans made that she just couldn’t hear. Da’al had told her it wasn’t something that could be controlled, their language was very tonal, and that it would be impossible for most adult humans to ever hear the Iovan language properly. “It’s delicious, thanks. Before you ask, I am feeling a lot better, the exercise of walking to the transport station helped a lot. And yes, he did give me some money, not that I know if I got ripped off or not.”
“Do not worry, I am sure it will be fine,” Da’al replied, turning and walking into the more relaxed portion of the living area that held a sofa and comfortable chairs that to Katrina looked for all the world like bean bag chairs. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself today.”
“I did,” she replied. She settled herself on the couch, which molded to her body perfectly, faster than any memory foam she had encountered in human society, while at the same time perfectly adjusted to allow her to feel cool and comfortable. Da’al sat at the other end of the long sofa, still leaving at least a meter of empty cushions between them. Crossing her left leg underneath her, she turned to look at him. “I mean, there are some things I’m still getting used to, like your species concept of what a toilet is, and there are technological differences that still confuse me, but overall I’m enjoying myself. Kind of like last night.”
