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"Aren’t you the one that said I should practice? I need to practice on aliens as well as humans. Or how else will I know what I’m capable of?"
She screams sothing that I realize must be her natural language, before changing back to english...
"Weren’t the physiological changes you were making in enough? You don’t understand. I was chosen for this mission because I’m not supposed to mate for many of your solar cycles. Offspring in our race has always been planned with genetics in mind."
"Okay, I’m sorry," | I pleaded, getting defensive.
"I’ll just turn it off." I tried to turn the switch off, but the d*rn switch won’t move. It refuses to even budge at all. I press against it harder, groaning with the effort and feeling an headache coming on, but to no avail.
"It can’t be turned off. I have to mate within two of your days, or I will die." Vage cries, and then screams so strange things again in her language, and I’m fairly sure I don’t want to know about what she’s saying.
"There isn’t a mate-worthy male on this side of the galaxy. You have really killed ! I’m finished" She cries again, then she returns to yelling in her own tongue.
Complete and utter sha floods through . This intelligent alien has helped develop my ability and she has been trying to help save the human race. But in my ignorance, I have dood this kind and trusting creature; and all because of my sexual curiosity. I truly am a failure and a pervert.
The human race is dood, because I’m not worth saving.
Wait a minute... A sudden thought pulls out of the depression I am spiraling into.
"What about ?" I ask, doubting it’s even possible, but grasping at straws. My head is throbbing, and it’s hard to think through her confusing language.
She suddenly stops talking, and looks at . Her silvery-blue eyes have turned a dark shade of green, and her slit pupils grow larger. Her breathing is heavy, and I can see a light film of liquid already running down her legs. The light fairly dances around her body in her distress.
"You?" Both tones of her voice sounded odd and ragged, as she asks . "Our genetic code is different. It won’t work. And you are only human."
Her whole body shakes, and I can tell she is in dire distress.
"We have to try sothing," | plead.
"I may have no other choice." She now sounds resigned to the possibility.
Her hands move in the air before her, hitting her invisible buttons, and the white light around turns to the healing greenish-yellow for a mont, restoring my strength and killing the headache, before turning off completely.
I step up to her, not sure how this works for her species, and place my hand gently on her shoulder... Or try to, because an electrical shock fires through my arm, knocking back a couple steps the mont I touch her.
"Wait until I get undressed!" She demands after she works out the words in English.
But she is already n*ked...I pondered.
My jaw drops in surprise as the dancing light around her body simrs, and then falls to the ground, glittering dully.
The light IS her clothing! It’s not designed to cover up, but for protection.
I look back to Vage, and she looks a little different without the light playing across her smooth pink skin. I tentatively reach out my hand to touch her shoulder, and this ti my fingers touch flesh.
It’s as soft and smooth as it looks, and very warm to the touch. This is the first ti we’ve made physical contact, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
I realize she is glaring at impatiently, and that I still have my brief on. I quickly disrobe, and feel my face turn beet red as my limp cockk cos out. Filled with sha as I am, I have lost my other desire. If I’m to have a chance at saving her, though, I have to get it up.
I bring my face close to hers, and she backs away, uncertainly.
"What are you doing?" She asks in alarm.
"I’m trying to kiss you," I tell her, not wanting to explain the need for it.
"You humans kiss. We just mate. We do not need to kiss," she replies.
"Well I DO!" I say, frustrated. Pulling her to , I press my mouth against her soft thin lips. She doesn’t fight this ti, and accepts my embrace. I lick her lips, before trying to slip my tongue into her mouth. I hear her sigh in resignation, before letting it in, but she just stands there, letting do whatever, without returning the kiss.
"You have to kiss back," | I complain.
"You humans have weird, pointless rituals."
Despite her words, she tilts her head back, and this ti when I kiss her, I feel her tongue around mine. Or rather, I feel two tongues slide around mine. One goes into my mouth, and licks around my teeth, while her other one swirls around mine. She is definitely a novice, but the different sensation is nice. I’m shocked, but at the sa ti, turned on. I feel my dickk finally start to react, and let my hands drop down to her buttocks, giving them a nice squeeze. She does the sa for , and I guess she thinks she has to do whatever I do. I’m not going to complain....
"I’m ready," I tell her, while looking deep into her now fully green eyes.
"I—I’ve never. . ." She trails off.
"How do they do it on your planet?" I’m personally curious, as well as academically.
"Usually, when the mate-worthy male gets our scent, it drives them wild. They take us, and mate with us several tis. I have heard it can be brutal and painful for the female. We are helpless to stop them, unless we wish to die."
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