Might as well show him how it’s done on Earth, she thought with delighted anticipation.
She gently put both hands on his face and felt the depleted beard there. Right off she could tell that his ability to change his shape was remarkable. The gentle stubble of his beard felt completely authentic. But still, his body was warm, as if he contained fire within him; fire that needed stoking.
Slowly, she brought his mouth down to her own. She allowed her lips to brush across his, but did not join them. His body shook and she could sense his desire to keep his nerves firm. She found that oddly appealing; that she had power over him though they had just met. She allowed their lips to brush against each other once again and she could almost taste him. The sampling she got was sweet and warm, like honey-flavored tea.
It was a short wait until she was ready to join his lips with her own. And she did just that. She pressed her lips on his and again she tasted the sweetness of his mouth. Without needing any coaxing from her he encircled her with his arms. She felt strength inside his limbs, as if he were capable of lifting ground cars but was able to hold them with the gentleness of one handling eggs.
“This is how you use your tongue,” she whispered to him. She slipped her tongue over his lips and found his tongue waiting. The inside of his mouth was warm… so warm… she had never felt anything like it. Simply to kiss him felt inviting and she rejoiced that she was in a position to do it as often as she liked. She gently swerved her own tongue from side to side, exploring the deeper recesses of his mouth. She could taste him and it was that same sweetened honey taste she had sensed before. It seemed almost natural, adding to her desire to want to kiss him even further.
She withdrew her tongue from his mouth. “Now, you do it,” she instructed softly.
He obeyed. He cupped her face in his warm and strong hands, just as she had done with him. He brushed his lips over hers, once… twice… three times. He picked up the power of that particular trick easily and she felt her knees beginning to tremble. He too, commanded power over her. He joined his lips on hers and a new sensation overcame her and she felt as if she were sizzling under her skin. The warmth of his body seemed to transfer to her, like oil flowing through pipes until his heat filled her. The feeling intensified when his tongue parted her lips, gently massaging her tongue.
Quick study, she thought approvingly.
Whatever techniques he had studied for such a thing, she found he had studied well if he’d never put such a thing into practice. He used his tongue as if he had done this sort of thing before. His tongue played with hers, lightly at first and then it became more intense. He probed at the top and underside of hers before he lightly sucked her tongue into his own mouth, gently biting on it.
Oh, that’s nice!
She broke the kiss, somewhat reluctantly, savoring how well he used his mouth and hoping that he used his other parts just as well. She turned around, putting her back against his chest and feeling his torso give and take with every breath he took.
He’s getting excited, she thought happily, noticing how his breathing had changed.
“Get me out of this dress,” she said, unpinning her veil from her short hair and casting it aside.
His hands found the fasteners at the side of her gown and one by one he separated them. Inch by inch her skin was exposed to the cooler air around her until at last her dress simply fell away. It formed a crystalline pool around her feet, leaving her standing naked before her new husband. Underwear, she had been pleased to find, was not required for a marriage ceremony such as this.
Time saver!
She reached out and took his hands, guiding them to her ample breasts. “I like to be touched here,” she whispered. “Use your fingers… massage them.”
His warm hands closed around her breasts and he did as she bid. Slowly and firmly his fingers opened and closed around her bosom. She felt small jolts of electricity coursing through her body as he did so.
She watched as his hands explored her body and to her amazement she began to see the more alien side of his nature. Right before her eyes, as if he were possessed by some kind of magic, she saw his hands expand to unnatural sizes. His fingers stretched as if made of putty to nearly twice their original length. The palms of his hands widened so that they were nearly the size of dinner plates. Effortlessly his hands were able to cover the whole of her breasts. The sight was both strange and oddly stimulating.
“Yes,” she whispered in the dark, “yes!” She allowed his hands to continue to massage her chest. His fingers found her nipples, the paleness of his skin clashed against the darkened flesh of her own. His fingers pinched her nipples, gently but firmly, making them hard. The sensation was both painful and delightful.
“Kiss my neck,” she said, her voice nearly begging.
He obliged. With his chin he lightly pushed her head aside, the stubble of his beard tickling her gently. His lips lost none of their warmth as he lightly pecked her neck, up and down, from where her shoulder met her neck all the way up to the lobes of her ear. Unbidden by her, he added his tongue to the mix. He traced lazy lines up and down her skin. His breath was warm, like there was fire radiating from inside of him that she could feel on her skin when standing close to an open fire.
She turned, breaking the hold his hands had on her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted her mouth firmly upon his. His passion flared, his tongue already lapping at hers inside their joined mouths. Again she felt the presence of his truer form, whatever it might have been. She opened her eyes for a brief moment and found his body rippling, as if he was made of nothing but water. His body seemed to vibrate and she watched in astonishment as his clothes… boots and all… seemed to vanish before her very eyes. It was as if his body was indeed water, swallowing his livery as if it were cast into still waters and sinking.
He stood before her, as naked as she, and she felt pangs of utter joy that she would not have to fumble with buttons, zippers, or other fasteners to get him naked.
Time saver! She thought again joyously as she kissed him.
With her bare flesh pressed against his, the heat of his body radiated intensely. His arms once more encircled her and with strength that no human should have possessed she felt him lift her body cleanly from off the floor as if she weighed nothing at all. She loved his strength. There was something about it that made her feel safe.
“Take me to the bed,” she said urgently between kisses.
He did as she instructed and carried her to the bed. He settled her upon it, sitting her on the edge.
“Now, I want you to…” she began.
He cut her off, putting one long finger across her lips. “I have studied this,” he said almost breathlessly. “Please… allow me to try.”
She said nothing, but merely gave a nod of ascent.
With gentle but firm strength, he pushed her onto her back while kneeling on the floor before her. Her legs began to tremble as she could anticipate what was coming. With preternatural strength he adjusted her body so that her legs hooked over his shoulders.
He dived right in.
Bolts of electricity shot through her body when his warm mouth touched her and those bolts swirled inside of her like a tornado, searching for some means of escape and finding none. As if she had lost all control of her limbs, her arms began to flail, looking for something to grab hold of. The only purchase that her fingers could find was the soft blankets of the bed. She had enough of her senses intact to realize that the blankets were softer than silk, as if they too were made of liquid and that holding onto them was nearly impossible.
More of Ugil’s alien nature presented itself to her. She felt his tongue growing inside of her, widening and deepening within her, touching more places inside of her sex than any human man would have had right to. Her mons… her labia… her clitoris… he seemed to be touching them all and simultaneously. His tongue swirled inside of her, expertly touching her. The heat of his mouth was like some kind of madman�
�s computer virus, downloading madness within her as he worked.
“Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, fuck!” she whispered. Her body reacted, trying to both press him to his work and to get away from him. But his strength held her fast, as if she had been chained to him in this most pleasurable of ways.
His arms outstretched, again growing to unnatural lengths. His hands once more closed around her breasts, massaging her on the outside just as his mouth was stirring her on the inside. Gentle moans of delight managed to escape his mouth and she loved it. The sounds he made were unlike any human man’s… they were almost guttural, but sounded as playful as a puppy’s growls.
“Fuck me!” she commanded. “Fuck me now!”
He broke his mouth away from her and climbed atop her body, adjusting her so that they both rested evenly upon the bed. His hands sought out hers, his fingers interlocking with hers. Once more, the creamy sensation of his skin coursed around her and with bewildered eyes she saw his hands become as liquid, spilling around her fingers and forming what looked like glass-shaped bonds. His hands disappeared into the fluid and his arms became as rigid as oak trees. She was pinned beneath him… unable to move.
“Oh,” she said breathlessly. “I like this!”
He entered her and once more the combination of heat and fluid of his skin was as plain as daylight to her. She felt him grow harder inside of her, harder than any man she had ever bedded before. More… he grew longer within her, reaching depths that no man had ever attained before, carrying her to the very edge of her insanity.
Her back arched for as much as her pinned position would allow. A moan left her lips that – if anyone was still in the complex – she was certain they would have heard her.
He began to thrust inside of her. The length and girth of his cock sent unknown waves of ecstasy through her. Her arms could not move, her torso had very little space in which to react, and her ankles hooked over the backs of his knees in order to steady herself and to press her pelvis more firmly against his.
He rocked inside of her and her body moistened under his touch. She felt beads of sweat beginning to form across the length of her form. The heat of his flesh coaxed more and more moisture from her skin and the air was permeated by the pungent musk of her pheromones and that which Ugil generated. The latter’s smell was unknown to her but it called to her as if screaming her name. She was drawn in by the smell, and with every brush of their flesh she silently prayed that his musk would pass through her skin and fill her.
She lost track of the minutes that passed as their bodies formed a mutual rhythm and they danced to music that only they could hear. She tried to count the thrusts he made within her, losing count somewhere around the eighth or nine hundredth time, her senses becoming so befuddled that she found it nothing short of insane to try and count at all.
“Let me get on top,” she managed to whisper, though her voice sounded hoarse.
He complied and effortlessly he rolled.
The fresh air kissed at the sweat on her skin and she felt droplets roll down her back. He changed, inside and out. His bonding hands resumed their more humanlike form and his cock receded into a proper-human shape. Another moan escaped her body as he did so, their union unbroken and his member teasing untouched parts of her within.
“Clasp your fingers over mine,” she said softly. He did so, but kept his grip light. “Tighter,” she commanded. He obeyed. “Tighter.” His fingers clenched around her, not enough to be painful but enough to stand firm. “Yes… just like that,” she moaned. “Now, don’t let go.”
She began to rock against him. She moved slowly at first, feeling him plunge in and out of her with every roll of her hips. Even though he’d altered the dimensions of his manhood he was still plenty pleasing.
As she moved, his body again rippled like water. Every time she bobbed against him she brought fourth new and gentle splashes of his cream-like skin and once more it was both fascinating and strange to witness. His skin was so warm and inviting… she wanted him to touch her more.
As if sensing her thoughts again, his body changed. From his chest, three new arms sprouted. Her initial reaction was to scream, but after no more than a heartbeat she found that there was nothing threatening about the emergence of these new appendages. And she found that he had a pleasing use for them.
While his original hands held onto her fingers, the three new hands found pleasing places to touch her. Two of them found her breasts, massaging them as she had taught him. The third found the outside of her sex, massaging the outside of her most sensitive of places, his fingers lightly dipping in and out of her pussy as she moved, teasing her clit.
Her mind suddenly felt blanked by the overwhelming stimuli. To be touched in so many places, inside and out, was something that she had never imagined. And listening to other women, those that had claimed to have experienced such things before no longer seemed as farfetched as she had thought. It was more than a fantasy now… she had proof that such things were indeed possible.
She felt heat building up everywhere her body touched Ugil’s. She looked down at him and saw that once more his body was transformed. He had shifted into something… beautiful. His flesh had become as transparent as glass, but he looked almost as if he were made of prisms. Light reflected within him, throwing rainbows everywhere the light touched him. Yet still, his skin was soft and gentle as water. She had never seen anything like it.
From inside that glassy interior there was a light, right about where the heart would have been on a human man. It glowed red, like a hot furnace and through his veins – at least she assumed that they were veins – she saw that same heated light coursing. It was mesmerizing to watch and her eyes tracked the flow of the strange and warm liquid until it reached all the way to the tips of his fingers… all of them.
And suddenly, she felt a genuine bolt of electricity. It began where their bodies were joined at the pelvis and shot through her flesh, exiting through every place his hands touched her. Her mind truly did turn blank for the sensations that coursed through her, brief as they were, and her body suddenly felt limp as the power faded and finally died away.
She looked down in time to see Ugil’s body return to normal… as normal as she had seen it in any event. The color of his flesh returned, his three spare hands receded back into his torso and he looked as any other human would. His body was caked in sweat and his breathing was labored.
“Oh, god,” she whispered as she rolled over onto her side next to him. She draped one arm across his chest and the other over his left leg. Her breathing was just as labored as his was, though she felt certain that her body had lost more moisture than his. “That… was…”
“Yes…” he said approvingly, “it was.”
She smiled, feeling some of the wind return to her lungs. “Looks like you… didn’t need much of my help… at all.”
He smiled back at her. “Was… I…?”
“Yes,” she said with a nod. “You were.”
And they laid there together in silence, simply enjoying the serenity of it all until sleep claimed them both.
When she opened her eyes the following morning, the room was lightly changed. There was a blue light shining in through the overhead ceiling and she saw a second orb floating in the sky. It shined blue… turning the sky a similar color.
“The local sun,” Ugil said.
She rolled her head and found him still lying next to her. He was still naked and propped up on one elbow, looking down at her.
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
He reached out and let his fingers trace circles around her areolas. “This was the only world I could find that came close to mimicking Earth’s sky. It’s not an exact match… but it comes near enough.”
She rolled over onto her side, looking at him. “I like it.”
He smiled.
“Can I ask a question?”
“Of course.”
She licked her lips. “Why Earth? I mean… there have to be bi
llions of other societies out there that are more interesting. So why there?”
His fingers continued to draw invisible shapes on her flesh. “I’m not sure… I suppose… I was jealous.”
“Jealous?” she asked, almost incredulously. “Of humans?”
He sighed. “I do not think often of my birth world, but there is one thing that I can tell you about it that often made me upset.”
“What was that?” she asked, using her own fingers to brush at his muscular chest.
“My society… it existed the way it does now for hundreds of thousands of years. No changes. It’s been that way since your kind were still living in caves. There had been no change… nothing interesting…”
She saw where he was going with this. “And because on Earth, our way of life changed so much… you got jealous?”
He nodded. “Tribes became clans… you traded claws for clubs… iron for steel… steel for gunpowder… chieftains for presidents… huts for hovels… villages for cities… city states for countries… monarchies for republics… all within the spans of several hundred years at a time. It was… amazing.”
She felt flattered and for no reason other than being a human and having been a part of the changes that her husband admired… at least in an ancestral sense. “I suppose some might think your fascination with a primitive culture would be vulgar.”
“Many did,” he said plainly. “That was also part of the reason why I left my home and came here. Here there can be change. Things could get better… or worse. But it won’t be as it was on my home world, where progress and knowledge must stand still. And I will be here to witness it.” He looked at her. “And so will you.”
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