III: For the Sake of Experimentation

Adrien had never flown through an asteroid field. Though she was accustomed to space travel, it had never been far, and certainly never in such conditions. Being someone who wasn’t a pilot, as well, she had no idea how to get through an asteroid field.

Mor’an, to his credit, had navigated them well. It had been bumpy, as he’d warned, but they had gotten out of it with the ship relatively unharmed. Adrien, however, had quickly found that she didn’t much care for the way flying through an asteroid field felt. She had strapped herself in, as Mor’an had suggested she do, but any latent arousal that had been left in her after their impromptu encounter had left her while they flew through the field. It was a terrifying thing, one that left her heart beating erratic and scared in her chest.

After, when Mor’an cruised them smoothly out of the uncommonly large field, she had retired to her room before he say, do, or suggest another thing. She convinced herself that it wasn’t that she was running away, even though it felt like it. She had told him she was tired, and in turn, told herself that too.

After all, flying through an asteroid field was certainly a tiring experience.

What she actively denied to herself, then, was how tempting it was to go to Mor’an’s arms when he’d walked over to see if she was okay. She denied that all she’d wanted to do was find comfort in his embrace, bury her face in his chest to absorb his scent, feel his warmth against her. Though she wasn’t new being with a man, that sort of… desperate, longing need was certainly foreign to her. She was, after all, highly independent. She took care of her own problems, her own fears, worked through them like the educated, adult woman that she was.

And yet, something within her told her that she needed him, badly.

That evening, she had chalked it up to the latent sexual energy that was surely coursing through her. That idea made sense to her, in her mind. Obviously, her body was just wired from the intense sexual encounter, and the adrenaline hadn’t died down in the trying situation that had presented itself following her willingly letting him touch her, kiss her, put a part of himself inside of her. Endorphins did wicked things to one’s mind and body, after all, and she had been a scientist long enough to know that, at the very least.

But the feeling of needing to be around him hadn’t subsided the next morning, nor through that next day, nor the next. She kept herself locked in her chosen quarters, feeling simultaneously anti-social and undeniably, unbearably needy. It wasn’t just an emotional need – it was every kind of need she could think of. She wanted skin contact, she wanted company, she wanted comfort. Underlying all of that, she desperately, wantonly, needed Mor’an to force his way into her quarters, lay her on her back, and have his way with her.

Honestly, she had never masturbated so much in her life; she thought it was a wonder that she hadn’t broken herself.

If she could have described what she felt like, she’d have said it was like being in heat – but that was ridiculous. She wasn’t an animal, she was a human woman. Human women didn’t have heats. Human women became aroused, needed stimulation, but what she felt was a distinct, burning need to have Mor’an, in every way.

She lay in her bed one of the mornings, having woken from a vivid dream. She’d had Mor’an between her thighs again, that tongue of his working wonders for her sex. In and out it would go, circle her nub, then his lips would wrap around it, sucking, giving little nibbles that left her body electric. But the dream was just a dream, and before she could orgasm in that dream, her eyes blinked open and she groaned in frustration at ecstasy that hadn’t been reached.

Her hands slid down though, and there was a wetness between her thighs she was wondering wouldn’t become a permanent occurrence. She touched herself, playing through the thick slickness that had leaked from her in her sleep during her dream. She was already so hot…

With a sigh, she slipped a finger in, out. She rocked her hips against her own intrusion, and wasn’t patient enough to ease another finger in – it was two she slipped in, her back arching off the bed when she did, legs parting wider. Adrien fingered herself, working the pads of her fingers against the bundle of nerves within her sex and used her other hand to spread her lips and expose the bud above her filled entrance.

She rocked against her own hand, enjoyed the pleasure she brought herself as she gave those dual sensations. But instead of paying attention to the fact it was herself touching her body, she imagined it was Mor’an, like he’d been doing in her dream. She relished the idea of being spread open by him once more, and her fantasies quickly ran wild with the notion that it wasn’t just his hands, his mouth, but his whole body on her.

Her thighs parted, and she desired nothing more than her fingers being the slide of his member inside of her. She imagined how thick it would be, how long – whether it would have alien qualities to it. She wondered if it swelled like some, pulsed, or if it knotted. The idea that he could be inside her and his girth thickening, holding her small human body to his huge alien one was more appealing than it ought to have been – and though she’d never been with an alien before like that, there was nothing more than wanting to have him driving inside her.

Every pass of her fingers deep within the cavity of her sex, she imagined it was him. She moaned at the thought of his big hands holding her down by her arms, the width of his hips forcing her thighs open. She tightened around her own fingers, wondering what it would be like to tighten around him as her pleasure flooded out around her fingers in a sweet, clear mess of satisfaction, though she didn’t stop even as the sensitivity made her body twitch and ache almost to the point of it being far, far too much.

She didn’t know when she’d gotten so needy, so desperate, but she didn’t care. Even in the midst of her orgasm, the fantasy didn’t stop – in her mind, Mor’an would take her just once, and she was hardly done with herself. She rolled herself over after withdrawing her fingers from her dripping sex, knees spread and her rear up in the air as she forced her face against the bed. How she shuddered at the notion of him forcing her head to her pillows as he took her from behind, and that was her thought as she reached around and shoved her fingers back inside her quivering hole.

“Ahh!”

She moaned, biting her teeth into her pillow only because she didn’t want the embarrassment of possibly having Mor’an hear what she was doing to herself – driving her fingers into her aching body almost violently as she pictured Mor’an gripping her hips so he could force his way in and out of her, hitting her deepest spots at an angle so mind-blowingly tantalizing.

“You want it harder?” he would ask her, that deep voice of his husked, almost animalistic. She wouldn’t even be able to respond to him, only nod her head as deliriously as she did then, her mouth open, panting, dripping in drool. And oh, he would – he’d give it to her harder, forcing her legs further apart.

Her free hand snaked between her thighs, playing between her lips to once more pleasure that swollen nub atop her folds. She loved the idea of Mor’an driving into her body but also giving her pleasure outside of it, as well as within. Member inside her, hands on her. She arched her back, recalling how his teeth at her thighs felt to her, and how good it would be if those vicious teeth tore into her neck, held her down. Would he growl against her flesh as he bucked into her like a beast? Draw blood from her like little more than an animal?

Adrien, perhaps, had never been overtly into pain; she never thought of herself as much a masochist despite her enjoyment of rougher sex, but she honestly couldn’t get the idea out of her head of having him thoroughly wreak and claim her pathetic little human body with his strong, alien one. Perhaps it made her delusional, what did she know? All she could discern was that their brief, interrupted encounter had ignited something fierce within her, and she could think of nothing more than having him.

She came, again, tight around her fingers with her wall pulsing, fluttering and flowing. It was good, so good, but there was a huge part of her that was highly disappointed in the fact that though she felt her own wetness flow and leak around her fingers, she couldn’t feel the warmth and fill of Mor’an’s covering and marking her insides.

The whine that left her at the thought was only muffled because she buried her face into the pillow she had bitten. She should have been exhausted, but she wasn’t. Two orgasms in, and she felt like she still needed more, more, more. Her body quivered and flushed for his touch – hers was hardly enough and she could have cried in frustration if her body didn’t demand she not take her own hands off herself.

What the hell had that man done to her?

The initial thought that came to her, after she’d orgasmed enough times she could think clearly again, was that he’d done something to her. He had to have drugged her, maybe his alien body secreted some sort… chemical, something. There was a more persistent part of her, however, that felt perhaps… maybe this was what he had told her about. That compatibility.

Being the scientist that she was, however, she knew better than to make assumptions. On the fourth day of her self-imposed imprisonment, she knew it was as good a time as any to test the theory.

She showered, dressed in fresh clothing, and left her quarters. There were male, and female, on opposite sides of a corridor. Mor’an had only ever come to her door to see if she needed anything, before returning to his chosen quarters. She made her way over, knocking at his door, and waited.

The paneling of wall gave way after a few moments, and he stood before her. She swallowed a little heavily, taking in his form.

He was naked.

Mor’an seemed surprised that she was at his door, but he did nothing to hide his body. Clearly, modesty was not his thing, and as a result, Adrien openly stared at the member between his legs, hanging there proudly and thick. She swallowed again, feeling that heat rising in her as she remembered the fantasies that she had just had about him using that delicious part on her, before she brought her eyes up to look at his face.

“Hello,” she squeaked out.

“Hello.”

There was a silence – a tension-filled, high sort of silence – that fell between them. To her surprise, he spoke first.

“Are you alright?” he asked her. “You’ve stayed in your room for several days. You’ve always answered when I’ve come to your door, but I didn’t want to bother you.”

His genuine concern threw her off. She blinked at him, much like she had before, and swallowed again. She wondered what he would think about what had gone on in her mind – if his concern would still be present if he knew. She decided, however, that he didn’t need to know such things, and cleared her throat before she moved on.

“I’ve… I’ve been…” There were so many lies running through her head. I’ve been unwell, I’ve been tired, I’ve not wanted to bother you. Her experiment was slowly unraveling, though, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out the truth – the embarrassing, undeniable truth.

“I haven’t been able to stop touching myself since that night,” she said. “All I can think about is how much I want you… your hands on me, your mouth, your body. It’s like a fire inside of me and I can’t think straight! It’s so insane… and when I’m not thinking about how badly I want to have sex with you, I want… I want to cuddle or just be around you and it feels like I have to but I don’t understand? Did you drug me? Is it… is it that compatibility you told me about? Humans don’t have this effect on me, and you would think if I was going to be compatible with someone, it would be a human male, so honestly no, I’m not alright, I am confused, and horny, and I can’t decide if I need to talk about this with you first or if I want to be on my knees with that thing in my mouth first.”

She breathed, hard, in and out. All of that sounded… so far out of character. She was always put together, could always verbalize herself articulately. But here she was… vomiting word-salad to an alien who with one kiss had turned her entire brain into a jellied mush.

The easy thing to do, of course, would have been to go with the latter, get on her knees for him and see where they went from there. Instead, Mor’an had regarded her, head tilted. His expression looked entirely unsurprised, as if it had been something he’d expected. Rather than answer her, he went back into his room. She watched as he found a pair of comfortable pants from one of the supply crates, slide them over his body. It was a slight disappointment, but she kept her mouth shut when he returned.

“Let’s talk.”