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My Alien Lover: An Interracial Paranormal Romance Story

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by Lionel Law


  “If your theory is true, what can we do to help those who are sick already?” Katrina asked, thinking not only of KC, but of the thousands of other sick Iovans and humans on the planet.

  Some may be helped by taking samples of your blood and body fluids and creating cultures, but most likely they will have to get the immunity the same way that you and I did. There will have to be interspecies sexual contact between humans and Iovans.

  Katrina thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “If Da’al is willing, I’m up for trying. But Doc, one thing. I understand you need samples, measurements, and all that other happy stuff, but I’m not cool with other people being in the room. Is there a way you might be able to give us some privacy?”

  Da’al translated for the doctor, who smiled and nodded. “Yes,” he said in his unfamiliar English. “We have remote scanners, and internal sensors.”

  Katrina nodded, then looked at Da’al. “I always said you were a life changing experience.”

  The setup took only a few minutes, but still Katrina was slightly weirded out by the whole process. First, Doc and an Iovan who was apparently his assistant injected the two of them with hyposprays, and attached sensors to different areas of their bodies. Thankfully, the sensors were wireless, and looked more like square bandages than anything else to her. At the same time, they changed from their normal clothes into what felt to Katrina a lot like a bathrobe, her jumpsuit and boots set aside for later.

  “Ready?” Katrina finally asked, after the fourth sticky square was attached to her body, this time uncomfortably close to her pussy. “Or are you going to cover me with more?”

  “One more thing,” Doc said, his English failing him again. He turned the Da’al, twittering along in Iovan. Da’al’s eyes widened, but he sighed and nodded.

  He wants to allow a third party to be able to be mentally linked to me during the sex, Da’al said over their link. He knows that after sex, you will be unwilling to have sex again for a certain amount of time, and of course our moral issues. For treatment of KC, he would like an Iovan woman to have an intimate understanding of the process, and how it feels.

  Would it work? After all, you’re an Iovan male, we know that things are different physically. Would she really learn all that much?

  I don’t know. It’s worth a try if you are willing, though.

  Katrina nodded, shivering. “This is getting weirder and weirder. Just find someone quickly.”

  “They already have,” Brynnda said, coming into the room. She was adorned similar to Katrina and Da’al, covered in an array of patches. “When I heard about the theory, I immediately volunteered. You need someone you already have a connection with for this to work well. Da’al cannot be trying to create a third party link with an unknown person while at the same time trying to be involved with you. We already have a friendship connection. If you’re willing, I’d like it to be more.”

  Katrina hugged her knees and shivered. She had never been in a situation where someone else could watch, and this was even more intimate. Brynnda would feel and know every thought that was going through her mind, every sensation she had the entire time. In many ways, it would be like having sex with the Iovan woman. Brynnda came over and sat down next to Katrina. “Katrina, if you do not wish it, we can proceed without it,” Brynnda said gently, laying a hand on her shoulder. “I know you are much more private about sex that I am. I just want to help KC, and make sure I can pass along any immunity to him as well.”

  Katrina looked up, studying the Iovan’s eyes. “If you are in Da’al’s mind, you’re going to be a lot closer to me than any other woman has ever been,” Katrina said. “Will you be able to communicate directly with me?”

  “If you wish it,” Brynnda said. “The few conversations I’ve had with Da’al about the subject, you seem to be able to control the link a lot more than Iovans can. I can be just a passive observer from Da’al’s point of view, and combine that with what I see, or if you want you can let me into your mind as well. Your choice.”

  Katrina nodded and put her hand over Brynnda’s. “You already invited me into your family, yes?”

  “Yes, that is true.”

  Katrina chuckled and patted Brynnda’s hand on her shoulder. “Well, this is a bit strange, but I guess you’ll be joining my family, it its own way. You can stay, and you can share a link with Da’al. If you’re going to get a sick man to have sex with you, I’ll share what I can.”

  Brynnda smiled, and squeezed her hand. “Thank you, Katrina. I’ll try to make you as comfortable as possible.”

  Katrina nodded and looked around. “Well the first thing everyone can do is, can we lower the lights some or something? It’s like a damned operating room in here.”

  It took an additional ten minutes for the room to be cleared of everyone but Da’al, Katrina, and Brynnda, who sat in a corner. The furniture had been removed as much as possible, with only a thin pad laid next to the exam table for comfort. Katrina sat down, facing Da’al as the lights dimmed, and she tried to imagine they were in a hotel room, or in their living room, or anywhere other than a damned medical examination room. “Just breathe,” she whispered to herself, looking at Da’al. “We’ve done this plenty of times before.”

  If it helps, I’m nervous too, Da’al sent over their link. He closed his eyes and focused, and she could feel over the link a soft presence, very feminine, but indistinct. Brynnda was starting to link up. What should we do?

  Well, you’ve always been a great kisser, why not start with that?

  Katrina scooted forward until she and Da’al were sitting side by side facing each other, her right hip barely touching his right thigh. He brought his hand up, caressing her hair and leaning in until their lips touched, a soft tender kiss. Her lips parted, and she relaxed into his caress, letting Da’al’s superhumanly nimble tongue play against hers, the amazing twisting and turning that felt so erotic to her. She could feel her heartbeat increasing, and a soft moan escape from her lips.

  Brynnda, can you feel me? she thought, opening her mind. While she continued to kiss Da’al, reaching out to caress the muscles of his chest, she wanted to let Brynnda in more. What can you feel?

  Your lips… it’s so nice. This is foreplay for you?

  Just the beginning of it. Watch and feel. Katrina pulled Da’al close, leaning back and letting him lay her back on the thin mattress. I’m going to open up my memories to you. Is there any way to be selective?

  Yes, Da’al replied. You’ve done it unconsciously all the time. Just when you want to share a memory, think about just the subject you want to share. I guess in this case it would be sex.

  Katrina laughed, pulling Da’al into another kiss. Well, that’s going to be pretty easy. The hard part for me is trying to think about any of the human men I’ve had sex with. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. And Brynnda needs to learn how to have sex with a human man. I’m pretty sure you know how to have sex with an Iovan.

  I promise, I won’t be jealous at all, Da’al replied. Katrina could feel Brynnda’s laugh, and realized it was one of the side effects of the three party conversation. While she could ‘talk’ to Brynnda and share, Da’al would always be listening, since he was the conduit.

  Then let’s try our best. I promise, I love you with all my heart, Da’al.

  I love you too. Let’s begin.

  Chapter 13

  The first man Katrina had ever slept with was Robert Kahn, when she was eighteen and in her last year of high school. A boy in her town, he was the nephew of her neighbor, visiting for the summer from Africa in order to try and get into a good vocational school. He’d been a lousy lover honestly, and for Katrina is had been over even before she had realized it had begun. She hadn’t known both of them were virgins at the time, and afterwards he had become distant, apparently embarrassed by his three minute performance.

  You might want to think of better times than that, Brynnda chuckled in her head. If this link becomes permanent, I’ll show you my
first time too. But that’s just between us girls.

  I’ll try, Katrina replied, her mind flittering between things that had aroused her. She was happy that as she did, her body relaxed more, Da’al’s kisses and caresses joining with the pleasant memories until her body was alive with pleasure. “Oh Da’al,” she sighed when he slipped his hand inside her robe, caressing her breast. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too,” Da’al said, lowering his lips to kiss down her neck to her breast, his tongue circling her nipple before his lips tugged at the turgid nub. The sensation flooded her mind, strong enough for both her and Brynnda to gasp from the shared sensation. Still, despite the pleasure, and despite her best efforts, her body wasn’t responding. She could feel every sticker and sensor on her skin, and her fingertips rebelled every time they felt the unnatural texture of the sensor material on Da’al’s skin. The combination joined in with her already present self consciousness and frustration at not being able to become aroused, further driving arousal from her body. Katrina sighed, causing Da’al to lift his head from her breast. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m sorry,” Katrina whispered, running her fingers through his hair. “I know you’re being as gentle as you can. But this is so weird for me.”

  Da’al looked into her eyes, and nodded. I understand. Come here, just hold me. If we cannot, we cannot.

  But….

  But nothing, Da’al replied, and Katrina could feel Brynnda mentally nodding in agreement. You will not be forced to do anything.

  Give me a minute, Katrina thought, pulling Da’al up until she could nestle against his chest. They lay there quietly, until a thought came to her. Da’al?

  Yes?

  I have an idea. Katrina focused, thinking about the one fantasy she hadn’t done with Da’al, the one she had found herself distracted by over and over again when she had been bored at the office, especially after a long night of amazing sex. She had never had a lover who had done it right, but she knew if anyone could, it would be Da’al.

  Really?

  Katrina realized she had been actively transmitting her fantasy, so strong that even Brynnda had gotten the image, the erotic energy making her mental voice thick with arousal. That sounds…. totally awesome.

  I agree, Da’al interjected, kissing Katrina again. He started kissing down her neck again, not pausing at her breasts but instead kissing lower, over the soft skin of her stomach, lower to the warm juncture of her thighs. Katrina let her knees fall to the side naturally, exposing herself and her pussy to his gaze.

  She could feel his desire. Iovans had never done this, but the strength of her fantasy filled Da’al with wanton hunger, and he quickly leaned in, his tongue reaching out to lick slowly up her labia. Katrina’s pussy almost immediately flooded with wetness as his electric touch roamed up and down the soft lips, vibrating in the way no human male could ever hope to reproduce.

  “That’s it…. yes…..” Katrina groaned as his tongue darted into the pink inner folds, finding the sweet tangy nectar within and licking it up hungrily. She could feel the taste on her own lips, and realized she and Da’al had reached a deeper level of their psychic bond than ever before. Before, when she had felt pleasure through their bond, it was second hand. As good as it felt, part of her knew it was Da’al’s pleasure she was feeling. This time though, she couldn’t tell the difference between where his sensations ended and hers began. All she knew was her nose was filled with a heady, musky scent, her lips were coated in juices, and her body was twitching in ripples of pleasure as Da’al used his connection to lick her exactly where her body needed. When the tip of his tongue split to lick her clit from every angle, she screamed, her climax tearing through her quickly and powerfully, her back lifting up off the mattress to cover his face in her wetness. “Holy fuck.”

  When Katrina could think clearly again, she realized she wasn’t the only female voice panting and recovering. Looking over, she caught Brynnda with her hand on her chest, sweat beaded on the beautiful woman’s brow, her eyes hazy with post orgasmic bliss. As intense as I imagined.

  And yet we’re not done yet, Da’al replied, causing both women to look at him with alarm. He looked down towards his cock, which was standing out hard and stiff from his crotch. The bumps and ridges were already moving slowly, searching for the pressure it wanted. If you can.

  Katrina pushed Da’al over onto his back, swiftly swinging her leg over. Now that she had come once, her pussy was both sensitive and dripping wet, his thick cock sliding inside her with both no resistance and amazing pleasure. As she did, she looked over at Brynnda, whose mouth was formed in a tight O of pleasure. When you mount KC, you need to move your hips up and down, like this, Katrina thought, thinking of the best memories she had ever had of sex with a human male. She was sure some of the images were from porn she had watched, but it didn’t matter, Brynnda understood what was required. And squeeze your body down on him, like I do now.

  Squeezing her inner muscles, Da’al jerked, his neck cracking with the force of his arch as his cock was gripped in Katrina’s loving vise. His cock moved faster and faster within her, writhing and pulsing, the vibrations warming her again. She could tell Da’al couldn’t last much longer, but she needed more, her body was too fresh off her last climax. Brynnda! Please! Help me!

  Katrina’s mind flooded with erotic images and sensations, as Brynnda accessed her own decades of sexual memories with multiple husbands, the combined mental and physical stimulation driving her just behind Da’al. His panting grew harsh, and his voice trilled in her ears as he cried out in Iovan, his cock bursting within her. The feeling was what she needed, and she came again, pitching forward and forcing herself down deeper, needing his seed within her.

  In the long minutes before Katrina could think logically again, she could sense a whirlwind of activity around her. Doc and his nurse came in, both of them working quickly to remove the sensors and get what fluid samples they could without overly disturbing either Katrina or Da’al, who had passed out from the force of his orgasm. Brynnda came over, carrying a light blanket which she draped over the two lovers before semi-calmly leaving them, closing her robe around her waist. I’m not going to wait for confirmation, Brynnda said to her over their link, which was still intact despite Da’al’s mental oblivion. If this works, we’re saved, I hope.

  Thank you, Brynnda. I love you.

  I love you too, Katrina. I’ll be back soon.

  *****

  “It’s been over an hour, where is Brynnda?” Katrina asked, frustrated. They were seated now back in the cafeteria, changed into their normal clothes again. Katrina scratched at a spot on her hip where one of the sensors had been attached, and was now chafed. “She said she’d be back soon.”

  “Who knows?” Da’al replied, unconcerned. “Maybe she’s teaching KC a few things about how to please an Iovan woman. I wouldn’t put it past her.”

  Katrina chuckled at the humor in Da’al’s words. It was true, she had seen it in Brynnda’s mind. She suspected the link Da’al had facilitated had become more permanent, although maybe not as strong as what she shared with Da’al. “She’s a very sensual woman, I’ll give her that. I hope I’m that frisky when I’m eighty.”

  “Me too. Although I suspect by that time I’ll be a bit less able to deal with it. I mean, once a man hits a hundred and thirty things start to slow down for you.”

  Katrina blinked, surprised again. It was just one of those things that had never come up between them. “Da’al, how old are you anyway? I mean, I always thought you were close to my age.”

  Da’al laughed. “In Earth years? I think I’d be about seventy. Iovans tend to live what would be around a hundred and seventy Earth years. What about humans?”

  “Uh…. normally now for a Qual it’s not surprising to hear about them living to a hundred and ten, maybe even a hundred and twenty. For the Dirts though, we kind of topped out at around a hundred. Life is tougher for us, we didn’t have access to the same medi
cal care as the Quals.”

  “So it seems like our timing is almost perfect then,” Da’al quipped. He took a sip of Iovan tea and hummed. “Barring any unforeseen accidents, new diseases, or the fact we might just get blown up in a war, we can expect to die at about the same time.”

  Katrina nodded, impressed. “I wonder if we’re going to age at the same rate now too. It’s an interesting question.”

  “One I’m thinking I’d like to explore together,” Da’al said, reaching across the table and taking Katrina’s hand. “I know this is hardly the time, and a very strange situation, but Katrina Cole, would you marry me?”

  Katrina’s head spun, as she compared the fantasies that she thought every girl had with the reality of the proposal. There was no bent knee, no dimly lit restaurant. Hell, she wasn’t even in Paris like she had hoped. Still, she knew her answer almost before the question came out. “Yes, of course I will.”

  Da’al smiled, nodding. Suddenly, a question came into her head. “Uh, how exactly do we go about it in Iovan culture?”

  *****

  Brynnda looked herself over in the mirror, checking her appearance. She knew what she was attempting was perhaps foolhardy. This man, KC O’Connor, had already shot at somebody once. In the little bits of conversation she had overheard, he seemed perplexed or frightened of Iovans. If anything, she wasn’t even his type, according to what Katrina had said. She was short by human standards, and was much older than him. Still, she had felt what Katrina had done, and knew that if there was a chance of peace, she had to make the attempt.

 

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