by Meg Ripley
Giselle gave him a level look, holding his gaze for a long moment. “You keep saying ‘human,’” she said slowly. “Why the emphasis on humans?”
Bronn looked at him, and Lenth smiled slowly, meeting his colleague’s gaze. “Because,” Lenth said, taking a deep breath and exhaling; the atmosphere of the planet was not as rich in hydrogen as his own planet, but it helped. “We are not humans.”
For a long time, Giselle just stared at him. She looked from Lenth to Bronn, and Lenth read the emotions flickering across her face: disbelief, curiosity, interest, apprehension—each one making a fleeting mark on her features.
“You’re not...human,” she said slowly.
“We are not,” Bronn said.
“You are scientists, looking at human sexuality…” Giselle frowned. “What the hell kind of prank is this?”
“No prank,” Lenth told her. “We’re looking at genetics and sexuality in human women, because our people—called the Khateen—are interested in potentially cross-breeding with your species.”
“But in order to do that,” Bronn said, “we must understand human sexuality and reproduction much more than we do.”
“You…” Giselle stood. “I really need that coffee.” She went into the kitchen and Lenth looked at his colleague.
“You should’ve shown her the lab first to prove that we’re researchers!” Bronn snapped.
“It’s your lab!” Lenth countered.
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Giselle stood in the kitchen for a long time, absorbing the shock of what the two men had said. She started to laugh, shaking her head as she poured herself a cup of coffee. They’re fucking with me, she thought, rummaging through the cupboards to try and find sugar for her coffee. A couple of foreign guys messing with a girl they didn’t have the guts to take advantage of. The fact that she had awakened on their couch, fully clothed, without a hangover of any kind gave Giselle pause; at least if the two men were messing with her mind, they had not messed with her body. And she had to admit that there was something very strange about their coloring, about their height, about their origin.
She managed to find sugar but no milk; deciding that a black cup of coffee was the least of her worries at the moment, Giselle went into the living room once more, sipping the steaming beverage. “Okay,” she said, sitting down on the couch and looking at the two men each in turn. “If you’re aliens, prove it. Also, you haven’t shown me any proof you’re doing experiments of any kind.”
Bronn laughed—the sound was odd, more like coughing. “If we can prove we’re aliens, why would you doubt our interest in experimentation?”
Giselle opened her mouth to retort—and then realized that if the two men could, in fact, prove that they were aliens, it would be difficult to imagine them being on the same planet as her for any other reason than research of some kind.
“Okay, so prove you’re aliens,” she said, setting her coffee down and crossing her arms over her chest.
Lenth stood, and Giselle felt a frisson of apprehension. He picked up a large cloth and began wiping away at his face and arms. At the same time, Bronn stood and began rubbing at his eyes, doing something to them that Giselle couldn’t quite comprehend. As Lenth scrubbed at his skin, the brown-gray coloring disappeared, revealing purple-gray skin underneath, with no visible body hair—not even the eyebrows she had seen.
Slowly, the human-like facades that the two men had borne dissolved away, revealing what were unmistakably non-human creatures. The two individuals in front of Giselle had brilliant dark blue eyes flecked with slowly whirling specks of gold, gray-purple skin, and lean muscles underneath their skin that looked subtly different from human configurations. She took a deep breath and exhaled, absorbing the new shock. “Okay,” she said slowly, more out of the need to say something than out of certainty of what she was seeing. “Okay. So, you’re definitely not regular old humans.”
Bronn laughed. “I’m sure you can understand,” he said, giving her what looked like a sympathetic look with his unearthly eyes, “we have to remain as secretive as possible; few humans know of what we are, what we’re doing—even the fact that we’re here.”
Lenth continued, “This place is Bronn’s research facility; I have one also.”
“So…” Giselle looked at her cup of coffee and picked it up, draining half of its contents. “So, you’re aliens, and you’re trying to find out if you can use human women to create some kind of… human-alien hybrid?”
Both alien men nodded. “We’ve studied human sexuality extensively from afar to attempt to understand; our colleagues have made many reports, and now Lenth and I are…” Bronn frowned, groping for the words. “I think you say it as ‘in hot water?’ ” Giselle nodded. “Because we have not found recruits for our own studies.”
“So, you both want to…study…me.”
“Yes,” Lenth said. “We can promise that we will not do anything to attempt to hurt you. If you are injured, we can make sure that you are repaired as quickly as possible.”
“Like a sex doll?” Giselle asked, blushing bright red at the impersonal way the man had said ‘repaired.’
“Treated,” Bronn corrected his friend. “We understand from previous reports that human women are much…smaller inside than the females of our species.” His shoulders moved in a gesture that approximated a shrug. “We know more than our colleagues—because they have already made mistakes that we will be able to avoid.”
Giselle opened her mouth, closed it again. “So how is this going to work?” she asked.
Bronn’s lips twisted in what looked like a smile. “We understand from our research that some human females enjoy reproduction with two males at once,” Bronn said cautiously.
“You’re seriously propositioning me for a threesome.” Giselle made the question almost a statement, staring at the two aliens.
“Yes,” Lenth said. “Of course, it would also be good to experiment on you separately, if you are comfortable with that.”
Giselle took a deep breath and exhaled it sharply. “I’ve never actually been in a threesome,” she said, licking her lips. She could remember—more vividly than she liked—fantasizing about the two men while she had been drunk hours earlier; fantasizing in particular about having them both at the same time. “Okay,” she said quickly. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
“Would you like to see the lab?” Bronn asked, amusement making the gold flecks in his eyes seem to whirl faster. Giselle considered the question for a moment before nodding.
As Bronn led her through the house, Lenth at her side, Giselle wondered if she was making a huge mistake. Aliens. They’re aliens. Experimenting on humans. I must still be dreaming. There is no way this is real. She watched as Bronn leaned forward next to a door, pressing buttons on a keypad in a sequence. The door opened with a whisper of sound.
Giselle stared into the room for a moment before walking through the door; the room was unlike any laboratory she had ever seen. There was a bed, for one—it looked to Giselle’s eyes like a king-size bed, perfectly made with full linens. There were machines that Giselle couldn’t identify, and along shelves and in open cabinets, there were more sex toys than she could imagine any normal person owning. She looked from Bronn to Lenth, thinking about the fact that she had agreed to be experimented on by both men at the same time. “I need to see what you two look like,” she said abruptly.
Lenth and Bronn both frowned. “You can see us fine, can you not?” Giselle took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“Naked. Unless you were just planning on using those toys on me?” she pointed to the array of vibrators, dildos, and other sex toys arrayed around the room.
“Ah—ah, yes. I understand,” Lenth said. He murmured something to Bronn before meeting her gaze once more. “Please do not be frightened,” he said cautiously.
“Frightened? Oh God, you’ve got some kind of—it’s—please, just tell me you don’t have tentacles or something down there.”
Bronn laughed. “No—no we do
not have these…‘tentacles,’ ” he told her. Giselle saw Lenth look at his colleague in confusion; Bronn said something in their strange language to the other alien.
“We are…very large, by your standards,” Lenth explained. “And our sex organs are slightly different from human sex organs.” Giselle closed her eyes and wondered if any amount of coffee would be enough for what she was currently going through.
“Show me,” she said quietly, opening her eyes once more. She watched as both men began to strip out of their clothes, showing much more familiarity with the fastenings than she would have thought a pair of aliens would have. As the clothing fell away, she saw more and more of the gray-purple skin, more of the strange musculature. As the two men stripped out of their underwear, Giselle’s eyes widened at the sight as they revealed two large—comically large—members. The two men’s erect members were ridged, almost bumpy looking. Giselle couldn’t decide whether she was more shocked or—strangely—turned on by the sight.
“You’re not afraid, are you?” Lenth asked. “I know that several human women who’ve worked with our colleagues have been afraid.”
Giselle licked her lips. “Not—afraid, exactly,” she said, looking from one thick, large erection to the other. “Apprehensive, I guess? I’m not—I don’t know how one of those is going to fit inside of me, much less two.”
Bronn laughed. “Very carefully,” he suggested. “I understand that there are many women who use their mouths in the act of mating.”
Giselle chuckled. “That’s something we can try.” Lenth approached her cautiously, a smile forming on his lips.
“You must be naked too,” Bronn told her, joining his colleague in front of Giselle. Their thick, large hands began to wander over her body, and Giselle found herself moving, twisting and shifting to allow them to strip her clothing off, shivering with a mixture of apprehension and delight as their skin brushed against hers. Somehow, as her clothes fell away, she realized that the two men were caressing her, teasing her, and exploring her body—and that she was surprisingly okay with their actions.
One hand slid down between her legs; Giselle thought it might have been Bronn’s, but she couldn’t be sure as both pairs of hands trailed all over her body, teasing her nipples into firm little nubs, tracing over her curves, cupping and massaging her breasts. She moaned out, pushing her hips down as fingers slid along her already slick folds, rubbing lightly, testing and stroking. “We know many things already,” one of the two aliens told her in a low, almost purring voice.
“We know that human females have this organ,” the other man said, and Giselle gasped as she felt a finger swirling around her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, making her wetter and wetter. Giselle shivered as the friction against her pleasure center increased, even while fingers twisted and rolled her nipples, sending crackles of sensation coursing through her body. “We’re trying to understand its purpose.” Giselle moaned out again as the fingers stroking and rubbing her clit moved faster; she could feel another finger sliding down to the well of her pussy.
“The—the purpose is pleasure,” she said, panting as her body heated up.
“That’s—that’s as far as—as our scientists have been able to determine.” One of the aliens, possibly Lenth, chuckled.
“Pleasure seems to be an important function of human sexuality,” he commented. Giselle nodded, her lust-fogged brain barely capable of interpreting the words. She twisted and writhed as the two aliens touched her everywhere, unable to identify who was touching her where, trapped in a haze of sensations coursing through her body.
Giselle realized with a start that the two men were leading her towards the bed, pressing her onto the thick, soft blankets and pillows. She shook her head sharply, trying to clear it, and watched as Lenth climbed onto the bed with her, sliding down between her legs, while Bronn slithered onto the bed next to her, his hands wandering over her breasts. She was surprised—almost shocked—as Bronn leaned in, bringing his lips down onto hers.
Giselle moaned into Bronn’s mouth as she felt Lenth bury his face against her already-soaking pussy, his tongue sliding up and down along her slick labia, tasting her and exploring her sex. She twisted and writhed between the two men as Bronn deepened the kiss, his hands trailing over her body, while Lenth’s tongue worked its way slowly up from her inner labia to her clit, teasing her relentlessly. Giselle reached out blindly, exploring the two men’s bodies by touch, trying to understand the lines and ridges of their non-human shapes, the warm and slightly silken texture of their skin underneath her fingers.
Bronn’s lips left hers, and Giselle heard herself making a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper—before his lips began to trail along her neck, past her collarbones. His hands cupped her breasts, and Giselle shivered as she felt his mouth close around one of her nipples, even as Lenth began to flicker his tongue against her clit so rapidly she couldn’t follow the movements, only respond to the pleasure coursing through her body.
Giselle’s hands grabbed blindly, her body pitching and twisting, arching up off the bed, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her under the impetus of the two aliens’ attentions, driving out any thought. She heard the two men’s sounds of pleasure, her orgasm intensifying as Lenth began to suck and lick her even more eagerly, as Bronn switched from one breast to the other, worshipping her nipples with his lips and tongue. She felt a brief flicker of fear as sensation overwhelmed her, so intense it might have been pain instead of pleasure, both of the aliens continuing their attentions beyond what Giselle would have thought possible for her to stand.
As the last of the spasms worked through her body, she sagged against the bed, trembling from the force of her orgasm. To her relief, both aliens began to slow down, pulling back from her; though electrical impulses of sensation still danced through her body in aftershocks, she didn’t have to beg them to stop—they somehow understood that she could tolerate no more. She panted and gasped for breath, curling in on herself slightly, trying to understand what was happening in her own body. “You really…you’ve both obviously done your research,” she said, her breath finally beginning to slow. She heard both men chuckle.
“It’s necessary for human women to be sufficiently prepared in order to be able to take us,” Bronn told her; Giselle shivered as she felt his fingertips brushing sweat-dampened locks of hair away from her face, and opened her eyes to see the two aliens looming over her, their unearthly eyes full of concern.
“One thing I will not agree to,” Giselle said carefully, her gaze flicking down to the frankly almost terrifying equipment the two males possessed. “I don’t know if you have done any research on anal sex,” she told them, scrambling up onto her elbows to look at each man levelly. “But neither of you is doing that to me any time soon.”
Lenth laughed, the sound almost like coughing. “One of the other researchers has discovered that it’s not…that it’s more difficult to explore that particular part of the human female body, though we have seen human males perform that function,” Lenth told her. “If it is something you would be willing to try, we would make sure that you are very thoroughly prepared first.”
“And that you are very thoroughly lubricated, also,” Bronn added. Giselle blushed, turning onto her side to bury her face against the pillows.
“Not—we are not doing that tonight, or any time in the next…how long are you guys even here?” She peeked at them, still half-hidden behind the pillow.
“We have a very long term of visit on this planet,” Bronn told her. He tugged the pillow gently away and began to caress her everywhere, somehow soothing and arousing her at the same time. Lenth kissed his way up to her lips from her pussy, nipping and nibbling playfully as he made his way upward.
“You both—you want to have sex with me,” Giselle said, looking from one alien to the other as she realized it.
“We do,” Bronn said with a little smile.
“I’ve heard that human women are
excellent at mating,” Lenth said. “You taste very good,” he added with a pleased grin, drawing his fingers along her slick labia and bringing them to his mouth. As her tremors began to abate, her body heating up with more and more desire under the influence of the two aliens’ touches and caresses, Giselle found herself fascinated by their bodies, intrigued by the fact that neither male seemed to possess even a single body hair. She glanced at each of them in query, reaching down to wrap her hand around first Bronn’s long, thick member and then Lenth’s erection as well, stroking them experimentally.
Giselle moved around on the bed, sitting up and then shifting onto her side. “After this,” she said, faintly remembering the benefit that she was to receive from the arrangement, “you both had better answer any questions I have about your culture.”
“Can we trade a question for an experiment?” Lenth suggested, moving her onto her hands and knees.
“I’ll accept that deal,” Giselle said. Bronn shifted in front of her, splaying his legs; his large, ridged erection stood almost proudly a few inches in front of her face. Behind her, she could feel Lenth’s hands moving over her body, caressing her, touching her everywhere.
“Shall we try this configuration first?” Bronn asked her, his voice low in her ears. Giselle looked at his erection and took a deep breath, steadying her nerves.
“I’ll have to go slow,” she said, licking her lips. “And so will you. And you, too, Lenth,” she glanced over her shoulder.
“I won’t force or hurt you,” Bronn told her gently. “You may stop when you become uncomfortable.” Giselle smiled, meeting his gaze.
“Aliens from another planet are more gentlemanly than the best guys I’ve ever met here,” she mused, licking her lips again. She had to admit that the prospect was intriguing; she wondered idly what alien semen tasted like.
Giselle took a deep breath and leaned forward, wrapping her hand around the base of Bronn’s member. She glanced up at his face as she brought her lips down onto the tip, flicking her tongue against its silky skin. Up close, breathing in as she tightened her lips around Bronn’s erection, Giselle realized that neither of the two men seemed to sweat; but they exuded a kind of lemony smell—strange, but pleasant to her nose.