Alien Interludes (11 page)

Her sex opened, accepting the tip, widening as she descended. Israla engulfed the first half of the head of him before she began to feel the stretch. She concentrated on staying relaxed, absorbing a little more.

“Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart,” Tyler whispered. “If this isn’t possible, there are other things we can do that wil feel good too.”

“This is what I want,” Israla gasped. “I want us joined as man and woman are meant to be. I need this.” She slid farther down. A steady ache bloomed; not real pain, just minor discomfort. Another half inch and she’d possess the thickest part. Just a little more…

“Israla, don’t. It’s not worth hurting you.”

“Not hurting.” She shuddered at the pressure of his invading thickness. No, not realy hurting. Her boundaries stretched, forced to accept him. Just a deep ache, not realy pain, but a throbbing that somehow twisted itself into a kind of excitement. Almost pleasurable, actualy. Yes, becoming more agreeable as her body adjusted to his width. Thriling, even.

“Israla—”

“It’s al right. We just need to start slow.” She groaned with gratitude to her ciosul for conceding to her wishes. She could have Tyler, al the way.

She slid farther down on him, and the head of his cock hit the first ring of nerves, sending a shockwave through her body. Her hair sprang up straight, puling hard against her scalp as if every strand would tear itself loose. Israla noticed this just barely as she shuddered.

“Oh. Tyler. It’s. So. Good!” she cried between heaves for breath. His thickness pressed hard at her boundaries, every little movement against the circle of pleasure driving her towards thunderous climax.

“Damn, lady.” He looked up at her, his expression awed. “I haven’t done anything yet. I’m not even al the way in.”

“You’re big. You’re touching al the good places.” Israla made herself relax. “Oh, I love Earthers.”

That made Tyler laugh, and his
fralis
jerked inside her with his chuckles, sending darts of pleasure to sparkle her senses. Israla moaned at the tickling arousal. She thought she might even achieve the elusive pleasure of
olasi
with him.

“Stop,” she begged. “I can’t take it!”

“What? The mighty sex queen Saucin Israla begs an Earther man for mercy? Whatever is Plasius coming to?” he teased.

“Please, Tyler? Just be quiet a moment and let me recover, or we’l be done too quickly.”

“Yes, sweetheart. I’l behave.” His grin stretched from ear to ear, but he settled down.

After a few seconds, Israla was ready to begin again. Now that she knew what to expect from the intense friction in her
ciosul
, she would be prepared for his cock’s contact with the next ring.

She hoped.

She inched down, moving past the first circle of nerves, concentrating on breathing evenly, making her intimate sleeve relax around Tyler, traveling to the second sensitive ring, and pausing a brief instant as that threshold was reached.

“If you think any harder, your brain wil explode.”

Israla glared at the Earther. “If you had any idea how close I am to orgasm, you wouldn’t tease.”

“I have an idea of how close
I
am, lovely lady. You feel incredible to me.”

She noted how his chest rose and fel with heavy breath, how his cock twitched inside her. Tyler was holding on by a thread, perhaps as fine as the one Israla clung to. She felt gratitude she wasn’t the only one ready to lose al control.

Israla slid down, and the second circle made her clench tight despite al her efforts. Tyler groaned long and loud, his hands tensing around her waist. She felt him battle for control as she went back to measured breathing.

Air in. Hold one-two-three. Air out. Hold one-two-three.

Once she fought her body to a standstil, she opened her eyes to check on her Earther lover. His teeth were clenched, his lips moving as he silently spoke to himself.

“What holds you together?” she whispered.

His eyes fluttered, and he grinned. “The tried and true. Basebal stats.”

She’d heard of basebal and roled her eyes. “Men and their sports.”

“It’s keeping me from throwing you down and taking what I want.”

“Why would you want to keep from doing a thing like that?”

Tyler growled at her, a thoroughly bestial sound, and Israla thriled. Even so, she decided it would be best to not tempt him quite yet. For now, she wanted to be in control and take him slowly. Later, he could ravage her until they both disintegrated.

Increment by tormenting increment, she pressed down on him until she’d taken al his substantial length and girth into her body. Israla paused once she’d fuly sheathed him, enjoying the fulness and the shuddering delight of having al five nerve rings in contact with Tyler’s manhood. By the gods, she wouldn’t last much longer. In fact, she was convinced the moment she moved again, it would end for her then and there. She trembled like a leaf in the wind.

“How are you, sweetheart?” Tyler asked, his tone hushed as if the simple vibration of his voice would send her over and into the abyss.

Israla shook her head. “I’m right there. One little twitch, and it wil be done.” She could have cried.

“Are you capable of multiple orgasms?”

“Of course.” What a sily question. Wasn’t every woman?

He chuckled as if he’d heard her thoughts. “Then what’s the problem? I don’t mind if you come right away.”

“I’l take you with me. When a Plasian climaxes, her channel moves to stroke the
fralis
, to bring the man too. No Earther man I’ve ever had has been able to last.” Tyler shook his head at her. “The Earther men you’ve had were young and inexperienced. I’m not quite that quick on the draw.”

“I want this to be good for you. You’ve gone without for a long time,” she fretted.

“Sweetheart, even if I lose it right away I have no doubt I’l enjoy you bringing me back to life again.” Israla felt something inside her lift. “I’d be glad to do that. But I stil want our first time to be special.” His smile was gentle. “It already is. Now stop talking and do me.”

“Maybe another minute or two—”

Tyler’s smile turned predatory. The next second, Israla found herself on her back with him on top. Before she could protest, Tyler puled out slowly, dragging his cock through the gauntlet of nerve rings.

Israla ignited, her
ciosul
heaving to and fro, stroking the Earther with a firm grip. She arched against the strong body covering her, everything sizzling and melting in a bubbling pool of molten pleasure. Tyler groaned in accompaniment to her whistling cries but continued his outward journey until only the thick head of his penis remained inside her.

He pressed into her once more, renewing the upheaval of pounding bliss. She shrieked with every coil he passed within her passage, each orgasm only driving her higher instead of gifting relief. He began to move faster as his needs overwhelmed him, pistoning in and out of her straining body until she no longer felt each individual pleasure ring igniting. Her nether parts were one clustered channel of nerve endings, filing her with explosive nirvana.

Tyler thudded hard against her, his face working as he struggled to maintain control. Israla felt herself building to something she’d only known a handful of times before, and only with Aserb. The gorgeous spasms of climax were growing larger, suffusing her until her entire body felt engorged, ready to burst like an exploding star.

“By the gods!” she screamed, and the
olasi
was upon her.

Every molecule seemed to blast apart, scattering Israla far and wide with the detonation. Her channel seized on Tyler’s driving length, holding it hostage as it vibrated and milked him hard. He shrieked with her, and her sensitive sleeve felt the warmth of his juices bathing it.

Israla acknowledged the Earther’s climax with only the smalest portion of her mind. Her consciousness was consumed in the inferno of a ful-body orgasm, in which bliss permeated even the fur on her head. It eclipsed conscious thought, making her world nothing but heaving ecstasy.

She gave herself to it, submitting to the brutal cataclysm, drowning beneath the continuous pulses. How long the
olasi
owned her, she could not have told. It went on and on, holding her in that bright, throbbing universe until she lost consciousness.

* * * *

She felt cool wetness against her skin, rousing her to rejoin the living. She pried her eyes open to see Tyler crouched over her.

“Thank God,” he breathed. He wiped her face with a moist cloth. “I thought I’d hurt you or something. I know you damn near kiled me.”

“It was
olasi
, the ful body orgasm. Some Plasian women go their entire lives without experiencing it. I had the pleasure of it four times with Aserb. And now once with you.” She smiled, thriled with her body’s response.

“It went on for over half an hour, gal. I couldn’t get free of you until you were done, and then you fainted on me. You might warn a guy next time.”

“It’s so rare I didn’t consider it a possibility.” She grinned at him naughtily. “How many did you achieve?” He reddened. “Two. I don’t think I’ve ever begged a woman to stop before.”

“You’re al right?” It suddenly occurred to Israla that Tyler might be the first Earther to experience
olasi
with a Plasian. He’d said she nearly kiled him. Could that be possible?

Tyler laughed for a long time. He laughed so hard he couldn’t answer her for a few minutes. Finaly he said, “Yes, my dear Israla, I’m fine. Bedraggled, worn out, senseless from the most insane sex of my life, but perfectly fine.”

He kissed her with feeling, and she responded. Not sexualy; they were both too sated for that.

“Now what?” he whispered, snuggling close. “On to your next conquest?”

Israla bent her head to lay her cheek against his chest, feeling how the hair there crinkled. She liked their mingled scents. “Do you want me to go? Because … I don’t want any other man. Just you.”

“For how long?” His finger under her chin tipped her head back so that she looked into his eyes. “I’m not into casual sex. I’m not into sharing. If we do this, it’s just you and me.” She stared at him in shock. “You want to make this long-term? A real relationship?”

Tyler thought about that. “It’s a bit early yet to make that commitment. But I’d like to know if that’s a possibility, and for me that means monogamy. We give this a fair shake, just you and me with no extracurricular members.”

Israla’s mind swam with his proposal. Plasians usualy bonded when the urge to produce a family overwhelmed them, and the relationships were typicaly open for extra playmates. Israla was beyond childbearing age. She had no real reason to be monogamous. She’d been as one with Aserb only because their souls had merged.

Could she find the same with Tyler, an Earther?

“We have much in common,” she said, thinking out loud. “We shouldn’t, because our worlds’ ideologies are so disparate. But here we are.”

“We’ve both lost the most important parts of our lives.” Tyler smiled sadly. “We know the pain no one should have to endure. Maybe that’s al we’l ever have in common, this shared grief. Maybe more.

There’s only one way to find out for sure.”

Israla nodded. “I agree. I think you are worth this chance, Tyler.”

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “Love is always worth a chance, lovely lady. I’m glad you’re taking this gamble with me.” A gamble, yes. But Israla thought perhaps this man was a sure thing.

Michaela’s Child

(
Please note: graphic sexual situations involving a hermaphrodite and three men
)

Michaela Blake folded baby clothes, wondering at the smalness of the miniature articles. Funny to think how people started out so tiny to grow to her size, not to mention as big as her Kalquorian mates.

Not for the first time she wondered if her clan’s child would be Earther short or closer to the six-and-a-half feet average of the Kalquorians.

My child. It’s not just my clan’s child. It’s my child too. My daughter.

If only it rang true, she might have been able to cal Serena hers. But it just didn’t feel that way.

A knocking sound turned Michaela around, and she smiled to see Jessica standing in the nursery’s open doorway. “Hey. Want some help?”

“Come on in. I’m just putting the last of the baby’s clothes away. How are you feeling?”

Jessica waddled in, very un-Empress looking with her bely swolen huge beneath her purple robe. “I’m fine. Your daughter is practicing her kung fu though. She actualy kicked Clajak awake last night.” Michaela shared laughter she didn’t realy feel. “Sorry about that. Were yours that active?” She looked at Jessica’s stomach, trying but not quite succeeding in squelching her envy.

“Actualy, yes. Noele was the worst, busy girl that she is.” Jessica plopped down in the rocking chair made especialy for Michaela, back when there was stil hope she would carry her own child to term and nurse the baby from her breasts.

So many plans. So many disappointments.

Stop it. Just because I couldn’t carry the baby and won’t be able to nurse her doesn’t make me any less her mother. It’s my egg. One of my clan’s sperm. Serena is ours. So stop being such a
whiner!

But it wasn’t easy when it was Jessica’s body balooning big with surrogate motherhood. Nevermind Michaela attended every checkup, got to see the images that showed Serena possessed her nose, the same curve of her lips. It didn’t matter that Michaela would be there when her baby was born and would be the first to hold her.

None of that mitigated the fact Michaela’s body, her freakish abomination of a body, had proved an inadequate shelter for her daughter. She could get pregnant, but she couldn’t carry a child past six weeks.

She knew from Jessica’s two pregnancies that it was common for a mother-to-be to feel unworthy of motherhood, inadequate to the task. But unlike Kalquor’s empress, Michaela had the suspicion it might be true in her case. After al, she wasn’t a real woman, was she?