Her scent washes over me like a cascading waterfall, drowning me in a dizzying mess of wants and needs. My senses grind to a halt in the unrelenting onslaught of alien impressions and I put a hand to my chest, finding my body tense and coiled like a spring. ‘Alien’, screams my instincts, ‘stranger’, hisses my body. I ruthlessly squash the voices and let my eyes wander over her. She’s still dressed, but her eyes hold oceans of passion caged behind bars of stoicism. Years of training. I see her, and she sees me. I convince myself that my body wants her, that I don’t have to strain and force myself to see how beautiful she is. I convince myself that my hands trail over her alien curves without constant mental lashes. I lie to myself because it’s what I’ve always done. Because it’s what I want to do.
Now she speaks. She whispers my name with a husky voice strained with desire. She asks me a question, too, but I don’t hear it.
I can sense that she wants me on a primal level. It awakens something in my mind, to be wanted like this. It appeals to something inside me I didn’t know I had. My body fights it. To my instincts, she’s an animal; something to be caged, or killed, or domesticated at my leisure. Something beneath me.
Thousands of years of total superiority over all races has changed humanity. For better and for worse my body thinks itself in charge. My body is ashamed because it’s about to mate with an animal. It is ashamed on my behalf.
I want to laugh at myself, but I can’t.
I want to cry, but I mustn’t.
I want to feel her. All of her. And that I can.
My mind knows that their males are better. I know that she could’ve found stronger and faster and smarter males out there, but she didn’t. She chose me, just as I chose her. Even if it’s only for a while.
Alien nails dig into my back. Her body arches in pleasure as I explore her neck. The small sounds she make confuses my body, but they’re an aphrodisiac to my mind. Prey-sounds. Predator-sounds. It all blends together and I find comfort in a hazy cloud of arousal and confusion.
If emotion had colors, she would be scarlet.
She steps back and her garments disappear before my eyes, unveiling a treasure hidden beneath the fabric. I pounce on her, fingers meeting alien hips and bite meeting alien skin. It’s bestial, but it’s the best I can do to match the fierceness she would’ve met in her own kind. Her body responds, but she’s just as aware as I am. She knows I’m human, even if her body doesn’t care. We move as one, teasing and pleasuring each other. My clothes are quickly removed.
Her legs. Her eyes. Her body. All of her.
Afterwards we lie awake. I listen to her steady breathing and it reassures me that I’m not asleep.
I look at this beautiful female before me and the feeling of her fingers intervened with mine makes me feel complete.
She asks me to show her this human thing called kissing.
I chuckle for the first time that evening and I give her hand a squeeze.
Even if it’s just for a while.
-Zero
Now she speaks. She whispers my name with a husky voice strained with desire. She asks me a question, too, but I don’t hear it.
I can sense that she wants me on a primal level. It awakens something in my mind, to be wanted like this. It appeals to something inside me I didn’t know I had. My body fights it. To my instincts, she’s an animal; something to be caged, or killed, or domesticated at my leisure. Something beneath me.
Thousands of years of total superiority over all races has changed humanity. For better and for worse my body thinks itself in charge. My body is ashamed because it’s about to mate with an animal. It is ashamed on my behalf.
I want to laugh at myself, but I can’t.
I want to cry, but I mustn’t.
I want to feel her. All of her. And that I can.
My mind knows that their males are better. I know that she could’ve found stronger and faster and smarter males out there, but she didn’t. She chose me, just as I chose her. Even if it’s only for a while.
Alien nails dig into my back. Her body arches in pleasure as I explore her neck. The small sounds she make confuses my body, but they’re an aphrodisiac to my mind. Prey-sounds. Predator-sounds. It all blends together and I find comfort in a hazy cloud of arousal and confusion.
If emotion had colors, she would be scarlet.
She steps back and her garments disappear before my eyes, unveiling a treasure hidden beneath the fabric. I pounce on her, fingers meeting alien hips and bite meeting alien skin. It’s bestial, but it’s the best I can do to match the fierceness she would’ve met in her own kind. Her body responds, but she’s just as aware as I am. She knows I’m human, even if her body doesn’t care. We move as one, teasing and pleasuring each other. My clothes are quickly removed.
Her legs. Her eyes. Her body. All of her.
Afterwards we lie awake. I listen to her steady breathing and it reassures me that I’m not asleep.
I look at this beautiful female before me and the feeling of her fingers intervened with mine makes me feel complete.
She asks me to show her this human thing called kissing.
I chuckle for the first time that evening and I give her hand a squeeze.
Even if it’s just for a while.
-Zero
