by Lionel Law
The change in subject caused Da’al to turn a darker golden, and Katrina realized he was feeling embarrassed, or maybe shy. “What is it? Do you regret what happened?”
Da’al sat silently for a moment, shocked. “You think I regret what happened?”
“I don’t know, Da’al. I’ve learned a lot about how to read your facial expressions and body language, and I could feel something last night, but I want you to tell me, flat out. We humans tend to depend on those sorts of things, since we don’t have psychic powers.” Katrina knew she was being sarcastic and biting, and didn’t even know why. She had intended for their conversation to be calm and straightforward, yet here she was trying to push his buttons. Why?
Da’al flushed a bit more, and she watched him control himself before replying. “I understand. I thought the connection we had last night showed you everything.”
Katrina took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing nerves. “I don’t know when the connection you’re talking about sank in for you, but for me the first sensations were just tactile. I didn’t get anything deeper until we were right before orgasm, and let’s just say at that point I’m not exactly thinking clearly. When I woke up this morning, it didn’t seem real, and combined with that hangover, I wasn’t sure what to think. So please Da’al, just use your words and talk to me. What do you think about what happened last night?”
“I don’t regret it in the least,” Da’al replied, his voice almost echoing with the intensity of his emotion. “In fact, it is something I have wanted for at least a week now, if not more. I am very attracted to you Katrina, and think you are not only beautiful physically but mentally.”
Dumbstruck by his honesty, Katrina sat back on the sofa, sagging into the foam. Her eyes were wide in surprise, and she had to take a moment to collect herself. “Uh… wow. I’ve never had a man put it so honestly before. So you’ve wanted to have sex with me for a while?”
Da’al nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Even when I saw you the first day, and I knew you weren’t a violent threat, I thought you were pretty. You’re taller than every Iovan woman I’ve ever met, and…. I think the word is lithe? You don’t advertise your sexuality as blatantly as an Iovan woman. Also, your courage and sense of humor are very attractive to me, things I have tried to copy and make my own as well.”
“I’m glad you think I’m funny,” Katrina said, finally relaxing. “But why didn’t you tell me about your attraction before? I mean, I know there were always physical questions we had to overcome, but that didn’t seem to be a problem last night, although I do have some questions on that as well.”
“You weren’t giving me the signals I am used to,” Da’al replied. “Although saying that, I feel like a fool for expecting them. You can’t produce the sounds I can, why should I expect you to produce the same pheromones I do?”
The comment caused Katrina to start laughing, as the image of Da’al running around sniffing for scents from her like a bee to a flower or something struck her as comedic. Da’al watched for a moment before his own laughter took over, and both of them were soon holding their sides and giggling foolishly. When it died down, Katrina wiped the tears from her eyes and scooted closer to Da’al, reaching out to take his hand. “Da’al, if we’re going to go forward with a relationship, which yes I do want to explore, then we’re going to both have to set aside a lot of our cultural lessons and focus on being as straightforward and honest with our communication as we can. So I’m going to go first. I think you’re one of the most handsome, sexiest men I’ve ever met. I enjoyed every minute of last night, and want to see where this goes.”
Da’al squeezed her fingers, bringing them to his lips to kiss them tenderly. “Last night was amazing for me too. But obviously we need to explore some things. For example, you surprised me twice last night, first when you used your tongue to kiss, and then when you tried to move your hips while I was inside you.”
“Both normal for humans,” she replied, sliding closer until they were only inches apart. “Human men don’t have the… I’m not sure what to call it, but those moving parts of your cock. We have to depend on providing the motion with our hip muscles, both men and women.”
Da’al’s lip popped out in surprise as he thought about the idea. “Sex between humans must be much more athletic than ours. How do human men ensure they please their partners? It seems like a very inefficient method of stimulation.”
Katrina chuckled and nodded. “It is, but we’ve compensated with a lot of imagination and creativity,” she replied, reaching out and running her hands down his chest. “For example, we use our tongues, and our fingers, and every other part of our bodies when we make love. As for how men ensure, to be honest a lot of them don’t. The poor lovers worry only about their own pleasure, while the good ones use their bodies to at least try and please their partner.”
“You keep saying partner. Does your species have sexual relations between members of the same gender?”
Katrina nodded, smiling. “Yes, although the mechanics are different. It’s not something I’m into, but there is a percentage of humans that are, both exclusively same gender and those who are able to have partners of both genders, sometimes at the same time.”
“Hmm, ours doesn’t, but I’m not complaining,” he replied, leaning forward and giving her a peck on the lips. He smiled, and sat back. “I hope you didn’t mind that.”
“Not at all, but I think I have a few lessons to teach you on how to use those amazing physical talents of yours,” she replied, cupping his crotch with her right hand. “That is, if you are willing to learn.”
Running her hand over the bulge in his pants, Katrina used her free hand to open up Da’al’s shirt, exposing the athletic muscularity of his torso. He was already breathing deeply, and she could feel his cock begin to writhe under her fingers. “Oh, not too fast, I want to take our time,” she said, noticing for the first time that Da’al didn’t have nipples. “Hmm, I’ll have to teach you about those.”
“About what?” he asked, a light strain in his voice that dropped in disappointment when she took her hand off his pants. “What?”
“You’ll see,” she replied, smirking. “But first I’m going to find out about you.”
Getting off the couch, she knelt in front of Da’al, opening his pants and fishing out his cock. He was already hard, his ridges and bumps standing out clearly on his cock. She reached out and stroked up and down his shaft with a finger, enjoying the discovery. Da’al’s cock’s head wasn’t any more sensitive than his regular skin she figured out, but the ridges and bumps were extremely sensitive, responding to her gentle touches and causing Da’al to groan. “So, that explains a bit,” she said, her pussy growing wet as she watched. “But why is the head of your cock so flared?”
“Iovans lock together when we have sex,” Da’al explained, his voice failing when Katrina leaned forward and licked his shaft, teasing him. Da’al’s voice trilled out of her hearing range, and she kept up her licks, running her tongue around each of his bumps and ridges. She bathed his cock in wide, slow licks that let his ridges twist and move against her, keeping her eyes locked on his. His groans grew even more frantic and aroused as she took him all the way in her mouth, vacuuming her lips and cheeks to give him the most skin to skin contact.
When she pulled her mouth off of him, Da’al groaned, desperate for contact again. “Not yet, babe,” she said, sitting back on her heels. “I want to teach you a bit about me first.”
“Like… like what?” Da’al said, struggling to catch his breath.
“Like what these are for,” Katrina replied, taking off her shirt and bra. Her breasts were perky on her chest, her nipples already stiffening in the warm air. “I would have figured you would know what to do, Iovan women are so much bigger than me here.”
“Those are fat stores,” Da’al replied, puzzled. “Iovan men don’t have them because of genetic adaptation to the need for men to be the hunters long ago. Why are they special to human women?�
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“Because of these,” she replied, climbing into his lap and pushing her left nipple to his lips. “Go ahead, lick and suck it, but not too hard.”
Da’al nodded and complied, his dark golden lips wrapping around the turgid nub and sucking, his tongue suddenly alive on her skin. Katrina was shocked and thrilled, her nipple alive with pleasure. She must not have realized it the night before, but Da’al’s tongue could move both halves independently of each other, so that one part wrapped and tugged at her nipple while the other half swept around her areola, the dual touches strange and erotic, driving her wild.
“I need you again, now,” Katrina said, getting up off the sofa quickly and pulling her pants down. It had been a while since she had last shaved, and the moisture beaded on the light wisps of hair around her labia. Remounting him, she lowered herself carefully on his cock, feeling the delicious stretch as his wide flared head filled her. “That wide head of yours feels great.”
Da’al bent his head forward and recaptured her nipple, alternating from side to side as his cock started to move within her again. His hands kept stroking at her back, and she realized that to Iovans, the back was just as sensitive for their women as her nipples were to her. With a slight start, the link between them came over her again, this time stronger. “It is normal,” Da’al said in her mind, while his lips and tongue sent shockwaves through her breasts. “As we join with our partners sexually, a psychic bond forms between us. Among Iovans, this bond grows in strength until we are almost totally synchronized.”
Katrina listened as Da’al explained, her mind absorbing the information while at the same time her body sang with pleasure. Da’al’s cock sent throbbing, harmonic waves through her body, rising through her stomach to meet the shooting tingles from her nipples, meeting just below her ribs, paralyzing her in joyous ecstasy. “I love you,” she thought as her body peaked, and her orgasm tore through her.
“I love you too,” Da’al whispered in her mind as his cock exploded, sending fresh tingles through that added to her pleasure. She clung to him as her climax subsided, and she finally came back down to reality.
They lay on the couch, quietly cuddling and touching, until a beep came from the communications panel on the wall near the kitchen. “Let it beep,” Katrina whispered, kissing Da’al’s slightly flared nose. “I’m sure Iovans have something like an answering service.”
“Okay,” Da’al replied. They continued to kiss and caress each other, sharing thoughts over their growing link, until the communicator beeped again, and suddenly cut in.
“Put some clothes on, please.”
Katrina rolled off the couch, bumping her hip painfully on the floor before she could roll to her feet. “What the fuck!”
On the communicator screen, one of the city officials, she thought it was the Iovan equivalent of chief of police, was on the screen. He had spent time with her, and had learned the basics of how to speak English second-hand through her taking a nap, and spending time with Da’al, but his grammar was usually pretty poor. He tended to sound like he was being overly polite all the time. “I humbly ask that you put on some clothes, Katrina Cole. The colonial government has a situation, and we request your assistance.”
“What is it?” she said, reaching for her shirt on the floor and pulling it around her shoulders. He may not have been human, but she still reacted the same way, and didn’t like being nude in front of total strangers. “And how did you get through like that?”
“City officials have an emergency circuit,” Da’al explained as he pulled his own clothes on. He gathered her things off the floor, handing them to her. “But he does owe us an explanation.”
“Our colony has made formal contact with your people,” the Chief explained. “The situation is… tense. We could use your help.”
Katrina nodded, and grabbed her panties from Da’al. “Five minutes. Have a transport outside in five minutes. I’ll be ready.”
Inside, she wasn’t too sure.
Chapter 7
The humans were in a patrol hovercraft, near the outer edges of the area Katrina had come to think of as their territory. Smaller than the craft she had stolen, it was armed with particle cannons and ion guns she knew could disrupt most electrical systems. Landing in the Iovan shuttle, she glanced nervously over at Da’al, who reached over and held her hand. “They just want you to try and talk to them,” he said. “Nobody is expecting you to make a miracle.”
“I know, but dammit Da’al, you know where I came from socially,” Katrina said. “Those are going to be Quals on that ship. They’re going to take one look at me, and they’ll know who I am, and they’ll disregard everything I say or do because I’m a Dirt.”
Da’al’s hand latched onto her arm, and for the first time ever she saw him look stern, perhaps even a bit angry. “You are not just a ‘Dirt,’” he said, vehemence dripping in his tones. “You’re a beautiful woman, you’re an intelligent person, and you’re also the woman I love. Don’t let their ideas stop you from being who you are.”
Katrina nodded, feeling in her mind the strength of Da’al’s convictions. Part of her wished she could have had a few more days with Da’al, a chance to make love more often to strengthen their psychic bond, a chance to see herself as Da’al did, uncorrupted by a lifetime of social conditioning. As it was, she’d have to go with the residual feelings she could feel. “Okay. We’ll be there in a minute.”
The patrol hovercraft was surrounded by four Iovan patrol ships that were fanned out, partially surrounding the ship without getting in each others’ way. She didn’t know what sort of armament the Iovans had, but she knew what the hovercraft could do. On the other hand, she also knew how fast the Iovan ships were. She wondered if they were as maneuverable as they were quick. Either way, she didn’t want to see bloodshed. “Does this thing have an external public address system?” she asked Da’al.
“Yes, the pilot can control that,” he replied. “Hold on.” He went up front to talk to the pilot, and Katrina thought she could actually understand some of what the pilot was saying in Iovan. She guessed it had something to do with her link with Da’al, but it could have just been that she was starting to learn the language. In either case, Da’al came back and waved her forward. “There is a microphone in the co-pilot’s headset.”
Katrina made her way up to the front of the craft and sat down in the empty co-pilot’s seat. The pilot spoke quickly in Iovan to the patrol ships, warning them that he was going to turn on the exterior speakers, and that Katrina was going to try and talk to the humans. Reaching forward, he tapped a control on his panel, looked at her and nodded. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and keyed the microphone. “Patrol hovercraft from the Glorious Enterprise, please respond.”
She knew it was a calculated risk, giving away the knowledge that she knew who they were, but she hoped the shock value would keep them off balance, and allow her to gain some momentum in talking to them. “Hovercraft of the Glorious Enterprise, please respond.”
The external speakers on the hovercraft clicked on, a shrill whine filling the air for a moment before the feedback cut off. “Alien shuttle, how do you know our language?”
“Let’s talk,” Katrina said instead of identifying herself. “Our shuttle will set down in the meadow one kilometer to the east of here. Please set down, and we can discuss things.”
The crew of the hovercraft discussed things among themselves for a bit, Katrina was sure, or else they were communicating back with Iova City itself. Finally, the hovercraft responded. “We have another hovercraft coming. They will meet you in your meadow.”
The speaker clicked off, and Katrina took off the headset. “Now we wait. Show me where we are on the map again?”
Da’al pulled up the map on a display screen. Katrina studied it for a bit, and did some quick calculations in her head. “Okay, it’ll take the hovercraft about forty five minutes to get out here,” she said to herself. “Da’al, I need a favor. What sort of
defensive capabilities do these shuttlecrafts have?”
“Normal energy shields, particle deflectors, and electronic countermeasures. Why?”
“Can they stop atomic weapons?” Katrina asked.
Da’al gave her a double take, then shook his head. “Those ships are atomic armed?”
“Not normally, but the Enterprise does have atomic weapons. I would suspect that the second hovercraft will have them. Do your people use atomic weapons?”
Da’al shook his head. “Not within a planet’s atmosphere. The idea that such a self destructive method would be used….. inconceivable.”
Katrina nodded. “We’re a species that has spent much of our time figuring out how to destroy each other, even at the cost of destroying ourselves. Now, can these shuttlecraft stop an atomic blast?”
Da’al shook his head. “No. Our battlecruisers? Yes, most of our ships that are armed for space conflict can do that, we have dealt with species that still use them in warfare. But an atmospheric shuttle? No.”
Katrina sighed and nodded. “Well then, I guess we’re just going to have to depend on not getting shot at. Or, if the worst happens, shooting first before they have a chance to deploy any atomic weapons. Even humans aren’t stupid enough to use them in a first strike like this.”
When the second human hovercraft appeared on the monitors, their shuttle moved over to the agreed upon meadow and sat down. The pilot conversed with his peers, while Da’al slipped a mobile headset into his ear. “This will allow me to communicate with the shuttle pilots. They’ll relay what we do to the government. All we can do is keep the humans occupied and peaceful until we know more about what to do.”
“And why didn’t the government send an expert out here to deal with this? Someone with authority?” Katrina asked as the shuttle settled down. “I mean, seriously, what can I do?”
“Katrina, we are the experts in dealing with humanity,” Da’al said calmly. “As for authority, you have provisional authority in this matter on level with a deputy minister. You didn’t listen when they told you that?”
