Love and Whiskers

by Olivia Myers

  Before she knew it, her fingers had joined his tongue in making herself come to her peak. She trembled with excitement and pleasure as the joint shoves and frisky touches lifted her higher and higher toward a heavenly state of sexual indulgence.

  When she finally came, he pulled back and took off the rest of his clothing. His huge, hardened manhood sprang up eagerly and he inserted it inside her in slow, erotic fashion. She moaned loudly as his hardness rubbed against her vaginal walls, stimulating the already sensitive area again.

  He gradually merged his naked body with hers in unified motion, pleasuring them both in unmeasurable carnality. Their breaths rasped, the sweat on their skin mixing together, their mouths open and their eyes rolling up in expressions of mutual lust and satisfaction.

  As the sun shone brighter in the sky and a waft of wind caused the blades of grass to sway all around them, they both climaxed and collapsed in a satisfied heap of sweaty limbs. Khan-Min rolled to her side and they lay on the ground stark naked, panting heavily, and gazing up at the bright blue sky that signified a fine day on Planet Earth.

  ***

  For some reason, Kimi's mind was suddenly filled with images of her making out with Lee 5 in the space ship. They had shared intimate moments that she would never, ever forget. A big part of her missed him and yet she knew in her mind that their relationship was purely sexual. Even if her attraction for him could grow into something more, his cyborg nature would not allow him to be a feeling human being.

  "Are you okay, Kimi?" Khan-Min's voice cut through her thoughts.

  She looked at him guiltily but covered up her thoughts of Lee 5 with a wide smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

  They were on their way back to the caves to begin their work for the day and resume their studies and experiments. He placed an arm around her and looked at her with a mixture of admiration, desire, and contentment. She could sense that what he felt for her was more than just physical attraction.

  The following days passed by quickly. From time to time, Kimi would recall how Lee 5 had protected her and pleasured her in the not-so-distant past. He had made her feel sexy, wanted, and special. But then, Khan-Min was doing the same and giving her even more. Even though he was an alien, his Mongarian nature actually made him more effusive. Thus, he was not ashamed or hesitant at all to express how he really felt.

  I should be thankful for him, Kimi thought. Who knows? He might turn out to be my very first boyfriend in the future.

  The possibility excited her, as she had never had a man to call her real boyfriend---someone who would not just share intimate moments with her but also support, appreciate, and love her in every way. She eventually pushed the thought away, not wanting to raise her hopes up too much. As always, she vowed to enjoy what they had while she could. Besides, she only had one more week left with the Mongarians on Earth.

  One evening, she decided to work overtime in the makeshift laboratory. The middle-sized room had rough-hewn walls like a barbaric workspace within the caves, but it was equipped with modern equipment and advanced computers. She was leaning forward to examine a new plant species under the microscope when she felt powerful arms wrap tightly around her waist.

  The all too familiar stinky smell told her it wasn't Khan-Min who had his arms around her. She whipped around and struggled to free herself from the grasp of the former chief called Bojan. He held her tighter and started kissing her neck, his sticky and reeking saliva burning her skin. She wanted to throw up in disgust at his every touch as she twisted and wriggled to get away.

  "Get away from me!" she screamed, trying to kick and push him away---to no avail.

  He pressed his thick, pungent lips on hers. She wanted to recoil but his grip overpowered her. She couldn't move at all.

  At that moment, Khan-Min appeared and yanked Bojan away in a flash. He punched the evil Mongarian so hard it made Bojan stagger backward and yelp in agony. Khan-Min pressed a red button nearby and after several minutes of scuffling and wrestling, some enormous Mongarians came to arrest Bojan.

  "Rot in jail!" Khan-Min said furiously, spitting at Bojan who had the nerve to smirk at him.

  When Bojan was finally taken to prison, Khan-Min attended to Kimi with great concern and apprehension. Kimi insisted, though, that she was fine. Deep inside, her heart was soaring because of this wonderful man who seemed to actually care a lot about her.

  "I was so afraid when I saw him attacking you," Khan-Min admitted to Kimi as he hugged her and caressed her shoulders, back, and long brown tresses. "I really like you, Kimi."

  Kimi was taken aback. She was at a loss for words because it was the very first time she had heard those words uttered sincerely. She was not used to men saying such things without merely wanting to get into her pants. She could see it in the kind Mongarian doctor's eyes that he meant every word.

  It was a good thing Khan-Min didn't seem to expect her to say anything in return. She was confused and not sure of her own feelings for him yet. Her feelings for him and Lee 5 mixed in her mind, and between her legs.

  Without warning, he turned her around and pushed her upper back gently to make her lean forward over a lab table and stick out her behind. He lifted her long skirt and pulled down her underwear. As he kissed the back of her neck, making the tiny hairs stand on edge, she could feel his fingers carressing the hair between her legs. Eventually, his fingers pressed hard in between the lips of her wetness and parted them slightly. He thrust one finger into the center and began stroking the area, touching her clitoris over and over again. She moaned and shuddered in delight, consumed in her climbing ecstasy.

  Every one of her chaotic thoughts and emotions flew out the cave. All she cared about at that moment was feeling his rigid manhood inside her and reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.

  With her butt facing him, he entered her hungrily from behind. The sensation caused by their doggie-style position heightened her pleasure. He shoved into her again and again, driving her wild. She gripped the edges of the lab table she was leaning on as he moved deeper inside her with every thrust.

  The next time he pulled out his hard, long cock, he quickly turned her around and lifted her onto the table. He spread her legs apart and placed his hands on her butt to pull her toward him as he thrust forward and backward inside her. Together they rocked into each other, feeling the erotic pleasure climbing, intensifying, ascending to greater heights that did not seem possible before. In a few seconds, he exploded inside her, filling her with intense warmth.

  Just like every time in the past few days since they had first had sex in the meadow, Kimi gave in to Khan-Min's tempting and alluring advances. She did not regret it once, because they were obviously sexually compatible.

  The last week of Kimi's stay was occupied with the testing of recovering patients who began to function normally, and a few new patients trickling in with similar symptoms. In between hours of work, the lovers were able to incorporate exciting sexual encounters---in her cell, in the lab, in the Mongarian garden, under a tree, and even in his own clinic. He made her feel amazing all the time and she found herself questioning her resolve to go back to Planet Venora and join her human family and friends again.

  ***

  On the day that Kimi was scheduled to leave, she decided to drop by the infirmary first. It had become part of her daily routine and she could not leave without at least seeing the patients she had grown close to.

  Clad in the space suit she was wearing when she had been kidnapped, she couldn't help chuckling at the absurdity of the situation. At the same time, tears threatened to fall down her cheeks as she looked at the patients whom she knew still needed her. There was another batch of new patients who came in with symptoms that seemed slightly different from those of The Plant Syndrome.

  Khan-Min can handle it, she managed to convince herself. She took a deep breath and closed the boulder doors behind her. She had not seen him since that morning and was afraid he wouldn't show himself. He had been begging her to stay longer,
but she knew it was time to go. Perhaps she would come back and visit the Mongarian community again someday.

  As she was escorted by two Mongarian warriors into their space ship, she wondered if Khan-Min would really let her leave without saying goodbye. Her heart constricted at the thought of not seeing him one last time before her travel. Deep inside, she understood it was probably difficult for him to see her leave. It was difficult enough for her to leave him and this place that had been her home for the past month.

  "See you again next time, Planet Earth," Kimi whispered before stepping into the small, shiny space ship. There wasn't even a pilot as the ship was programmed to bring her to Venora and return to Earth afterward.

  She wistfully watched the metal door slide closed. As the opening gradually narrowed, she swallowed back the tears that lurked behind her eyes.

  Then all of a sudden, a bulky hand inserted itself in the remaining hole. She felt his presence even before she saw his face appear on the other side. He managed to obstruct the automated door, but it eventually began moving forcefully again, compelling him to throw himself through the thin gap.

  A voiceover command inside the ship announced that the door had been closed and locked for safety. "We will take off in a few minutes," the voiceover continued. "Please sit down and wear your helmet and seatbelt."

  Kimi didn't understand a single word, as she was speechlessly gaping at the alien in front of her who seemed to have captured her heart within the month they had spent together.

  "I couldn't bear not to say goodbye," Khan-Min told her openly, his voice trembling a little. "And I couldn't bear not to ask you one last time to please stay. Stay for the patients and for the people you have come to care about a lot."

  Kimi remained dumbstruck, frozen on the spot. Her mind was reeling with possibilities, fears, doubts, and chaotic thoughts. But her heart was saying a totally different thing.

  Khan-Min stepped closer and took her hands in his. He caressed them and squeezed them, gazing into her eyes with his deep brown ones. "Stay for them, Kimi. But most of all, I am begging you to stay for me."

  "Why?" Kimi asked, apparently baffled.

  He didn't flinch when he answered her question. Rather, he leaned forward until his face was just an inch away from hers. "Because I love you, Kimi," he said with palpable honesty. "Please be mine."

  Kimi was so overwhelmed that she closed the gap between them, pushing her lips onto his in a sweet, impulsive kiss. A tear escaped her eye despite her determination not to cry. She pulled back gently for a bit and said with glistening eyes, "I'm yours from now on, Khan-Min. Yes, I want to stay and love you back."

  The anxiety and misery on his face immediately transformed into an expression of relief, hope, joy, and love. Grinning, he leaned over and kissed her again with as much affection as he could inject into it. She responded with the same fondness, feeling her heart surging with love for the very first time in her entire life.

  THE END

  Dreaming of Electric Love

  The alarm sang through the comm embedded in Jessa’s inner ear, a skull-buzzing ‘wah-wah-wah’ that made her grit her teeth. She jabbed a finger at the display on her wristlet, instantly calling up the location of the breach and silencing the warning claxon.

  Beside her, Unit MCK-397, her partner ‘Mack,’ watched her with impassive gray eyes. His face, square-jawed and sculpted to a level of aesthetic perfection that was designed to be intimidating, betrayed none of the intellect his complex Brain-Computer Interface was capable of.

  “Storage compartment on E deck,” she informed him, as if he hadn’t already accessed the station schematics via his neuralnet and pinpointed the exact sensor that had been tripped. “Probably some tube-rat gnawing on wiring.”

  The small rodents hitched rides in the ventilation tubes on the supply trawlers that arrived every six months and, unlike every other animal the Protectorate had attempted to acclimate to life on station, managed to not only survive but thrive.

  Mack didn’t offer an opinion on whether or not their intruder was animal in nature. Jessa didn’t know if he even had opinions. Despite having been partnered with him since she’d arrived on Lyra Station eight months ago, she still knew relatively little about his programming. He was a quiet one, and he didn’t seem to know any jokes.

  During her last tour of duty in the black (only rookies referred to it as being in space and Cantra Corp didn’t hire rooks), her Bio-mech partner (the PC term, though most people referred to them as cyborgs, or cys for short) had been running a sub-program for sarcasm.

  She’d had one partner with an entire database of cheesy knock-knock jokes. She didn’t miss him.

  If Mack knew jokes, she hadn’t heard one.

  “Central, door sensor in storage compartment E8 shows breach.” His voice was a deep rumble. “Officers MCK-397 and JS-824 responding.”

  He turned sharply on his black-booted heel and marched off, his back straight. The lines of the dark green body armor framed wide, muscular shoulders, narrow hips, and long, thick legs.

  Jessa followed after him, trying hard not to notice how the uniform pants clung to the high, tight globes of his ass.

  Unlike her last cy partner, who’d been around her own 5’10 height and wide as a tank, Mack was six and a half feet of sculpted steel-synth muscle fiber and dermaplas enhanced skin over a tungsten carbide skeleton.

  With thick, wavy black hair, pale gray eyes, and a face that could grace an ad campaign back on Earth, she was finding it harder than usual to remember he wasn’t a man.

  Despite how nearly human they looked and the vast capabilities of their BCI, cys weren’t human. Not that they couldn’t feel. That was a myth that was easily debunked the first time she’d partnered with one.

  They were capable of feeling the same range of emotions as purely organic humans. But that didn’t mean they thought the same way. Mack hadn’t been born, hadn’t grown up. He hadn’t had a first kiss, or gone through an awkward phase in high school before his fantastic physique filled out.

  He’d been manufactured from a mix of biological and mechanical parts in a Cantra Corp lab somewhere. He’d stepped off an assembly line as perfect as he was today and he would remain so, unless he took damage.

  It was a fact she needed to remember when an errant lusty thought caught her unawares.

  “Take the west stairwell,” she said.

  She didn’t bother raising her voice to be heard over the constant low hum of the stations gravity generator. Mack’s ears would easily pick up her words.

  “Copy.” He didn’t look back, but he obeyed her directive and took a left at the next intersection. One thing Jessa had learned to appreciate about having a cy partner, apart from their efficacy in veritably every situation, was their general lack of ego.

  She’d had enough experiences with human men who couldn’t reconcile themselves to taking orders from a woman. It was one of the reasons she hadn’t dated or had any other kind of romantic relationship in nearly two years. She hadn’t had any sex apart from the kind that involved a toy in even longer than that.

  Lips twisting, she wondered if that’s where the errant attraction to Mack was coming from. Her only sexual partner recently had been battery operated. Not much different from the walking, talking machine that was her partner.

  As they tromped down the west staircase to E deck, Jessa chewed her lower lip. She had to stop thinking that way.

  Though she’d never seen any of her cy partners naked, she knew they weren’t exactly equipped. It was one of the reasons there were no issues with partners of opposite genders sharing quarters. They cooked and ate, but they didn’t eliminate the way humans did. They didn’t procreate.

  And, as one tech had told her, “It’s not like they do things for pleasure, is it?”

  Jessa shunted the thought of pleasure and sex and, especially, Mack, to the back of her brain as they turned down yet another narrow, dim corridor. E deck was almost all storage except for a few
machine repair labs in the south section. Because of the lack of personnel on that level, lighting was minimal.

  She slid closer to Mack and lowered her voice.

  “Let’s go quietly, just in case.”

  Mack gave a curt jerk of his chin to indicate he’d heard her. Instantly, the heavy thud of his steps was silenced. They crept along the corridor, Mack slightly ahead of her as was protocol.

  Cantra Corp Directive Ninety Seven stated that bio-mech agents were to always provide cover for their organic counterparts. It was why the Aspis Initiative had been instituted originally. Years ago, when she’d first hired on with Cantra Corp, it had bothered her. It had been a struggle to not feel like she was hiding behind her cy partner during fire fights. But she’d seen enough of them repaired from what would have been mortal wounds to a human to have gotten over it.

  At the very end of the corridor, Jessa could see the black rectangle of the doorway to the open compartment.

  “Hsst.”

  Mack stretched an arm across her chest, blocking her forward motion still eight feet from the storage area. Jessa ignored the brush of his forearm against her breasts and suddenly stiff nipples and strained her eyes and ears, but she couldn’t see or hear anything that would make him pause.

  Of course, he had senses she didn’t. She’d learned to trust them.

  He bent, putting his mouth close to her ear. Warm breath puffed against her cheek.

  “Two heartbeats, very fast. Some sounds of distress. I believe it is an altercation.”

  A fight? Out here in a remote corridor of E deck? Surprise fizzled in Jessa’s blood. Lyra Station was one of the smaller orbitals devoted mostly to research. She hadn’t expected any trouble during her brief rotation.

  She nodded to let Mack know she understood and motioned him forward. He moved slowly, placing his huge feet carefully to minimize noise. It wasn’t until they were much closer, almost crossing the threshold, that Jessa realized what she was hearing over the sound of the station’s mechanical hum.