by Meg Ripley
“You—that’s—what kind of line is that?” Adriana laughed, shaking her head.
“Is it a good line?” Joran asked her, a faintly vulnerable tone coming into his voice. Adriana sat down heavily.
“Just…how much do you know about humans?” she looked up to look at Joran, who was watching her intently.
“I know that the female must reach climax for reproductive viability,” he said. Adriana coughed.
“That’s not—what I meant,” her voice left her throat in a squeak. “Also, that’s…” she blushed from the roots of her hair down to her chest and took a deep breath. Do I really want to tell him that women can get pregnant without climaxing? She swallowed against the tightness in her throat. “What exactly were you going to do with me?”
“I was going to put you at ease, and then take some blood samples to examine your genetics, and then…” Joran smiled slowly. “I would have attempted to determine your level of sexual functioning.”
“How exactly were you going to do that?”
“I would have offered you any number of what you call sex toys with which to masturbate… or I would have offered you myself.”
“You want me to have sex with you.”
Joran considered the almost-question and nodded. “I must tell you a thing, Adriana,” Joran said, moving slightly closer to her. “I am sexually attracted to you.”
“That’s rather a frank way of phrasing it,” Adriana said.
Joran shrugged, smiling slightly. “I realized it after I left you,” he told her. “On the train. My response to you was not simply curiosity—I felt the way a male of my species is said to feel when he mates with a female.”
“So, you have—I mean…” Adriana shook her head, trying to clear it. “I have a lot of questions, but I feel like probably we should deal with you wanting to have sex with me, first.” She let her gaze travel down over Joran’s body, even as she felt warmth stirring inside of her at the implication that Joran wanted her. There was something about his long, lean frame that appealed to her—and his eyes, when she got over their strangeness, were very nice. She wondered irrelevantly whether he didn’t have body hair at all—and then blushed a deep red, thinking that she didn’t even know if he had a penis.
“Would you like to compare anatomy?” Joran’s eyes seemed to glimmer with amusement.
“Okay—important question, and this is above and beyond the sex thing,” Adriana said. “How do you know what I’m thinking?” Joran laughed.
“We have studied your body language extensively,” Joran explained. He moved closer to her, his hands reaching out to touch her lightly; at first Adriana began to flinch—but then she found herself relaxing. “There is also a sort of—latent capability that we have, to read…” Joran frowned. “It is like…we can know emotions, in sentient creatures.”
“Oh, so humans qualify as sentient. Good to know.” Joran smiled.
“You are very sentient,” he said. “So, did you want to compare anatomy?”
Adriana laughed, shaking her head not in rejection but in disbelief. “Okay, sure,” she said, chuckling in spite of herself. The situation was so extraordinary—so far out of her range of experience—that it seemed like all she could do was go along with it.
Joran’s fingers—surprisingly deft, Adriana thought—moved over the front of his jumpsuit, quickly opening the strange fastenings. “You should strip, too,” Joran suggested, his gold-flecked eyes glittering with amusement and something that Adriana recognized as desire. She hesitated for only a moment before beginning to unbutton her blouse, her fingers fumbling from her uncertainty and—to her surprise—her rising arousal.
Am I actually attracted to an alien? Whoa, girl. You don’t even know what kind of equipment he has… She blushed as she freed the last button, tugging her blouse down over her arms and letting it fall to the ground. “I think this is probably the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” she said in disbelief, reaching down to push the waistband of her skirt down over her hips. “Playing doctor with an alien.” Joran laughed, and Adriana looked up.
She stopped in her efforts to undress as the alien kicked the fabric of his coverall off at his feet. He stood before her, completely naked; he hadn’t applied whatever cosmetic that was on his face to the rest of his skin, Adriana noticed. Her gaze traveled down along his lean, muscular body, taking in the fact that he did not have any hair on his chest or arms. Her gaze moved down to his hips, and then below, and almost stuttered as it came to a stop. “That…is…interesting,” Adriana said, her mouth drying. In spite of her shock, she felt a hot jolt of arousal at the sight of what appeared to be Joran’s penis. It was, to her eyes, enormous; and more alarming still, instead of a smooth shaft, it was ridged—almost bumpy-looking. She noticed the fact that he didn’t seem to have testicles almost as an afterthought.
“You have not finished undressing,” Joran said quietly. “Do you require me to help you? I understand that is sometimes part of your mating ritual.” Adriana continued to stare at the alien’s almost comically large and utterly strange genitals—were they his genitals? She wondered.
“I didn’t exactly agree to—mate—with you,” Adriana said absently.
“You did not answer the question,” Joran said with slight amusement in his voice. Adriana gave herself a shake. In spite of the strangeness of the alien’s erection, she was surprised to find herself intrigued. What would that feel like inside of me? She thought. She remembered his comment that he knew human women needed to achieve orgasm in order to conceive and felt the heat rising in her face.
“I can undress myself,” she said briskly. She stepped out of the pool of fabric that her skirt had become, standing before the alien in nothing more than her bra and panties. Joran’s gaze on her was intent as Adriana reached around to her back, unclasping her bra. She let the garment slide away from her skin, guiding the straps along her arms.
Adriana heard a sharp intake of breath as she dropped her bra to the floor, her breasts bouncing slightly as the fabric came away. She met Joran’s gaze; his expression was definitely one of desire rather than scientific interest, and Adriana felt herself smiling, amused at his reaction. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down over her hips, pushing the thin lace down over her legs and then letting the fabric fall to the floor.
“May I touch you?” Joran asked. “I wish to touch you.”
“Yeah,” Adriana said, feeling breathless without knowing why. “Yeah, you can touch me.”
Joran closed the distance between them, and Adriana shivered as his hands brushed against her skin, caressing her tentatively. She bit her bottom lip as Joran cupped her breasts, giving them a careful, light squeeze. Adriana moaned, closing her eyes, as her nipples began to harden to his touch.
“This is interesting,” Joran murmured, his fingertips closing around her already-firm nipples. He rolled the firm, tight buds between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through Adriana’s body. “I have seen naked human females…” Joran said slowly. “But I did not know the response was so rapid.” He gave one of her nipples a firmer tweak and Adriana gasped, arching into his touch.
Before Adriana could get used to his attentions to her breasts, Joran’s hands wandered downward, sliding along her waist, brushing against her hips. “This is your sex organ,” Joran said in an almost-question, as his fingers pressed against the already-slick folds of her pussy.
“Yes,” Adriana said with a moan, pushing her hips down against his touch. She wasn’t sure if she was answering his question or inviting more contact. Joran began to stroke her, his fingers working between her drenched folds. He murmured something in a language she didn’t understand, touching her more and more firmly until he found her clit. Adriana moaned out, long and low, reaching out to grab at Joran’s hard, almost unyielding body impulsively.
“I want you, Adriana. I want to have you.” Joran leaned in close and brushed his lips against hers. “Say yes—pl
ease.” Adriana chuckled lowly, shivering as Joran’s fingers swirled around her clit, rubbing and stroking.
“Oh-okay,” she said, her breath catching in her throat as one of Joran’s fingers moved down, slipping between her inner labia and pushing inside of her body slowly.
“I will make you—what is the word? Come?” Adriana chuckled again, breathlessly, her hips rocking and twisting in reaction to his surprisingly deft touches.
“I can…believe that,” she said. Adriana let her hands trail over Joran’s body curiously, exploring and touching, almost caressing.
Joran led her towards the bed, continuing to stroke and rub her, working her pussy with his fingers until all Adriana could think about was how good it felt, and the fact that she wanted more; his strangeness, the fact that he was a completely different species, paled before the pleasure his adept touches stirred inside of her. Joran pushed her gently onto her back, quickly covering her body with his own, his hands wandering all over her sensitive skin. “I have wanted to taste a human for a long time,” Joran said. “May I?” Adriana, lost in a haze of desire, could only nod her acceptance, barely able to comprehend the question.
Adriana was surprised when Joran brought his lips down against hers, kissing her hungrily; she realized as his tongue slid into her mouth, probing and tasting, that it was ever so slightly forked at the end—an anatomical difference that sent a rush of ideas through her mind. He broke away from her lips almost reluctantly and began to kiss a path down her body, nipping at her throat, licking almost delicately at the sensitive skin just above her collarbones. He lingered at her breasts for what seemed like a long time, examining every inch of each mound with lips and tongue and teeth until Adriana thought she might actually die if he continued to tease her—and then realized that he was not teasing, he was genuinely fascinated by her body.
Before Adriana could say anything to prompt him, Joran continued downward, his breath brushing against the skin of her abdomen, tickling her. Adriana squirmed and writhed, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter, her inner muscles flexing convulsively. Joran nuzzled her hip as he spread her legs wide, glancing up at her with his unearthly eyes. “You smell very good,” Joran murmured, kissing the crest of her hip.
“Th-thank you,” Adriana murmured, her hips moving automatically as she writhed. Joran smiled slightly, licking his lips with his forked tongue, and then dove between her legs. He buried his face against her slick labia, rubbing his face back and forth, and Adriana cried out, her head falling back against the soft blankets. Adriana grabbed convulsively at Joran’s shoulder as he flicked his tongue up and down along her wet folds, the forked tip fluttering slightly as he nuzzled in deeper. Adriana’s hips bucked, her back arching up off of the bed as Joran sucked and licked hungrily, as if he was a starving man.
She moaned out, grabbing and touching Joran as he worshipped her with his mouth, bringing his tongue up to her clit and then retreating. He teased her relentlessly, and in the back of her mind—the only part of her mind that was still capable of thought—Adriana wondered where he had learned what he was doing, what kind of research the alien had done. But the thought evaporated as Joran’s lips and tongue worked her, sending jolts of sensation through her body. Adriana’s pleasure mounted and mounted, burning away at every nerve, tingling through her body as she became more and more turned on.
Joran’s forked tongue flickered against her clit, the split tip vibrating against the cluster of nerves, swirling in tight circles around her pleasure center. Adriana pitched and arched, moaning out over and over again. All at once, it seemed, Adriana cried out as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her, almost overwhelming her. She grabbed at him desperately; Joran didn’t let up even as her orgasm crashed through her body, lighting up her nervous system, sending hot and cold jolts of electric pleasure through every nerve.
It wasn’t until the spasms began to abate that Joran’s tongue and lips began to slow. He pulled back carefully, smiling in satisfaction. Adriana panted and gasped for breath, barely able to keep her eyes open through the haze of pleasure that fogged her mind. “You taste very nice,” Joran told her, slithering up along her body. He kissed her on the lips, rocking his hips against hers slowly. Adriana could feel the heat and hardness of his erection pressing against her—it seemed almost like a rock, radiating heat.
“Is—is that your—your sex organ?” she asked, stumbling over the words. It seemed so strange to refer to it that way.
“Yes,” Joran said, bringing his lips down onto hers once more. “You feel very slick,” he observed, one hand slipping between their bodies to stroke her soaking-wet labia. “Do you think you can take me, Adriana?” Adriana hesitated a moment, catching her breath before she nodded.
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.
