by Chogan Swan
The girl stepped forward and ran her fingers down the front of his chest. “Wherever you’re going,” she said with quiet, smoky intensity.
The sense that something strange was going on rescued him. “Well, I’m afraid that would be awkward, because I’m going to an appointment. Could I call you?” he said, hoping to get away gracefully.
He left the store with her name—Candide—and number written on his hand after promising three times to call her. He didn’t trust himself to stay focused at expressway speeds after the last hour, so he took the direct route back to his house.
When he reached home, he pulled into his driveway and grabbed the shopping bags out of his bike’s carryall cases. Tiana met him at the door, “Take your clothes off,” she ordered.
“Not you too,” Jonah said, taking a startled step back.
“Your body is transitioning earlier than I expected. I could smell you three blocks away. I need to monitor you directly for the next couple of hours. It’s not usually this intense, but now, every nearby pre-menopause human female with a working nose will want you in her bed.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “But what’s stranger is that you are putting out pheromones that aren’t normally produced by human males.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is, I wouldn’t mind having a piece of you myself,” she grinned as she pulled him into the kitchen. “But I’ll try to keep it platonic between us.”
“But why is it happening?”
“I’m not sure yet. The first milk might have been more potent than I thought. Your body is a complex system too. It might be combining with your normal high testosterone to push your glands into high gear. Your aroma is potent for women anyway and you’re putting out twenty times the pheromones you usually do.” She untied his boots as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Did you get the post-it notes?”
“Yes, of course I got the post-it notes. I even fended off Wonder Woman in the produce department to get the mushrooms.”
“Good…. Sit.” She pushed his chest lightly.
He plopped on the workout mat, and she pulled off his boots.
“Drink,” she said, handing him a water bottle, and then returned to stripping him.
He was still thirsty, overheating again. Something weird was going on after all but it was happening inside his body. When he finished the water, Tiana blew a warm breath like cinnamon and cloves into his face.
He was suddenly very interested in the whole process of Tiana ‘directly monitoring him’.
“We’ll plan later,” she said and ran her hand up his leg and around his rising erection, leaving a cascade of tingling sensations. His eyes widened as she spread her legs, slid two feet of her tail into her bagua and pulled it out, dripping wet.
“That sounds good,” he said, eyes widening.
Tiana moved on top of him and sheathed him between her legs; Jonah gasped, breathing fast now. She rose and slid her inner shaft into him on the down stroke. Her slippery tail coaxed him to open his legs; he wrapped them around her hips and moaned as she completed... plugging into him.
~~~Tiana~~~
Tiana moved her filaments up Jonah’s spine. The procedure was much quicker this time. She took another sample of his blood, trying not to overdo it.
Acta vila! He smelled good. After analyzing the sample, she relaxed. Jonah wasn’t in any danger; just speeding through the DNA update. His body adapted fast. Many of the repairs she’d started were continuing on their own as he slipped into growth mode. He’d probably grow an inch taller over the next few months, mostly from longer legs. Tiana tried to trace what was triggering the nii pheromones, but found no lead. It must have been the first milk. If she had reacted to Jonah’s powerful ‘potential’ and done something instinctively, the reason might surface later. Anyhow, it didn’t look like she could change it at present. It might fade. It wasn’t unbearable for her; she’d get used to it. Jonah’s social and work life would suffer though. She needed to get it under control.
She had to stay in contact to monitor him….
Might as well move to the next step… after lunch.
Tiana explored his body for nourishment, savoring and subsuming by-products—all items he wouldn’t need or use. In passing, she erased the remaining tiny arthritic deposits in his fingers. Toxins trapped in fatty deposits were also fair game. She pulled six ounces of toxin-laden fat from his abdomen and converted it to her own energy storage.
Satisfied, she stopped feeding and touched his cheek. “Jonah, I’ve determined you are not in danger, but I need you to hold still. I’m going to move my filaments through your nasal passages to your brain higher this time for the neural enhancements, and it would be helpful if you remain very still. Can you do that?”
“As long as there’s no sudden pain,” Jonah said.
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Tiana said. She took his head between her hands and slid the tips of her thumbs into his nose, then tightened her hold to steady him and locked her grip. He’d only notice a light pressure, but she could stop any attempt to move. She slid her filaments up to the top of his nasal passages until they reached the olfactory epithelium.
After mapping the area, she pushed them up behind the epithelium to the cribriform plate then turned, following the nerves up through the olfactory foramina. She kept going, avoiding nerve endings and sending most of her filaments to either side of the prefrontal cortex with a smaller group into the thalamus and hypothalamus.
“You can relax now,” she said. “I’ve shut down the path that sends movement signals to your body, so you can’t do any damage with an involuntary movement. If this upsets you, I’ll know by your body’s reaction and I’ll pull out, but I’m analyzing your brain structures now, and interrupting would be inconvenient.”
Jonah’s nervous system reflected a brief uptick in anxiety that soon settled back into a meditative state.
“Okay, I appreciate your confidence in me,” she said with a chuckle.
Tiana went back to work. The human brain was a fascinating place. She always discovered new knowledge or mysteries. The connections in the prefrontal cortex, with all its connections to the other parts of the brain, were a front-row seat to the whole performance.
“Think about the last book you read,” she instructed. “Try to remember the cover or the first page and see it in your mind.” She sensed his memory pathways activate, and—there it was, a partially developed eidetic function. The signals fanned out to areas in the cerebrum. Tiana sent instruction packets—grow; process information this way; use these areas—out to work in the thalamus, prefrontal cortex and cerebrum. She watched to make sure they were working as intended, told Jonah to relax and went back to exploring.
Associative areas in the cerebrum needed a better processing heuristic for math-related operations, so she set more packets in place. Then, reaching the limits for one session, she stepped back to plan the next. Before leaving, she released a packet in the corpus callosum and the anterior commissure, the connecting paths between the hemispheres. The packet held instructions to grow more axons for communication between spatial and logical tasks and conceptual creativity. She wondered whether Jonah would balk if he realized she’d told his brain to act more like a woman’s. No, he must know what his connective request would mean.
As she disconnected her filaments from their contact points, she noted a low impulse coming from a node near her connections. The node appeared to be a simple mass of brain matter near the thalamus, but she’d never sensed anything like this from that area. When she focused on it, she sensed it doing… something, warming or tingling at the connect points and up the filaments themselves. She shrugged mentally and released the connecting points, the sensation faded.
Tiana turned her attention back to Jonah’s body as it continued on its cascade back to youth. His body had stabilized to a more sedate regression. He was halfway through the change with no more worrisome anomalies. She released the block on
his body movement and pulled out of the neural area, resealing the tiny gap in the epithelium behind her.
~~~Jonah (a few minutes ago)~~~
“You can relax now,” Tiana said. “I’ve shut down the path that sends movement signals to your body, so you can’t do any damage with an involuntary movement. I’ll know if this upsets you by your body’s reaction and I’ll pull out, but I’ve started analyzing your brain structures, and interrupting would be inconvenient.”
Jonah squirmed mentally, struggling with the sudden helplessness.
At least you don’t have to fight not to move anymore. Why don’t you try to relax?
It couldn’t be too hard; the pleasure had not stopped. Tiana still held him tightly inside her, squeezing him in rippling waves.
The dominant/submissive dynamics that seemed so much the rage everywhere left him cold. He sensed nothing domineering from her. Tiana was doing what they’d agreed on the best way she knew. The sensations were just a side-benefit for him. Freed from the need for active participation, he opened himself to the experience and attempted dividing his attention between what he sensed her doing in his head and what was happening between his legs.
Just enjoy it; let them both happen.
Tiana interrupted his thoughts. “Think about the last book you read,” she instructed. “Remember the cover or the first page…. Try to see it in your mind.”
'The Name of the Wind' came to his mind, and he focused on the cover art—Kvothe in the tunnel with his lute strung over his shoulder
...as if, he would have gone in there without putting it in its case.
The green man carving on the wall howled up a storm, and wind blew the leaves and Kvothe’s tattered shirt…. He clutched a book in his right hand. The image came clearer until Jonah could count the leaves and even critique aspects of the cover he’d not noticed when looking before. The artist was clearly better with leaves than people.
“Okay, that’s fine,” Tiana said. “You can relax again.”
Suggestion or request?
Jonah slipped back into meditation. He let stillness fill him as he moved toward his soul center, a quiet place to view his thoughts and emotions without allowing them control.
Something was different; as though he wasn’t alone here. Jonah followed that sense, groping. He glimpsed flickering images and tried to use what he’d just learned about memory to pull them into focus. Bit by bit, the images became clearer, and he was remembering… looking into a chocolate and cherry striped face. It was like Tiana’s, but held differences; less human in appearance: narrower nose, thinner lips. The image itself was odd, holding color shades that matched nothing in his experience. Double focus points brought separate parts of the image clear—a muscled male chest, hands reaching up to touch breasts—a faraway sailboat on an indigo sea. Both parts of the image were sharp.
Tiana’s memory?
Fire spread through her as dark hands stroked her nipples and filaments dove into her skin. Pleasure swept through her body, rising ever higher—the angle of the shaft hitting her sweet spot again and again….
Jonah fell out of the memory to find himself on the kitchen floor. Tiana was on top of him, and he could move. He grasped her hips and drove himself into her at the angle he recalled so clearly.
A jolt went through him; the remaining connections still between them fed her pleasure back to him. He drove in again, her sensations overlapping and weaving together with his.
When he came, shooting seed onto her pleasure nexus, the feedback from her sensations sucked him along with her….
~~~Tiana (a few minutes ago)~~~
Tiana removed her thumbs from Jonah’s nose. His hands grasped her hips and pulled her to him. His pelvic bone ground against her bagua, pushing her mons apart and moving him deeper inside her. The tip of his penis brushed the nerve center of her bagua at the angle needed to stimulate it making her hiss with pleasure. Heat shot through her loins.
His delicious aroma filled her head and, instinctively, she pushed against him to increase the contact. Her heart raced.
Acta Vila!
How long since she’d felt that? How was he doing it? At twenty-one centimeters, his penis just reached her erogenous nexus and the approach it required was unusual for a human. But that didn’t stop him from hitting it squarely with every twisting, grinding thrust, and his girth painted pleasure across her nerve center with a large brush.
Desire and doubt warred within her. Was this wrong? As many times as she’d connected to Edward, or any symbiont partners in the past, it had never been like having SEX with them.
He isn’t even nii!
With a burning mix of horror and need holding her captive, a climax took her, climbing through the seven hills of pleasure to the glorious mountain of light.
When Jonah pulled her nipples into his mouth, a draw both demanding and giving, her milk spurted out, and she screamed a wordless paean that went on, on and on…
His ejaculate worked past her shaft to bathe her nexus, and the sensitized receptors there subsumed it greedily, creating blazing sparks that crashed across her pleasure/pain threshold.
Sensation climbed to a height she’d never imagined, and she fell into oblivion.
~~~{}~~~
The rooster crowing across the street woke them. They startled and looked into each other’s eyes.
“I dreamed I was you,” they whispered together.
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Chapter 14 (Original) — A Growing Boy
Jonah woke in the position in which he’d fallen asleep, deep inside Tiana with her on top and deep inside him, front and back. He almost moved to stretch, but a moment before he did, he realized she was still asleep. Her cheek rested on his chest, and her soft breath whispered across his nipple, making it stand at attention. They’d never uncoupled last night while she’d stayed up late working on her masterpiece. While, after five orgasmic episodes, he’d fallen asleep . . . make that unconscious.
He was hard inside her again as she rocked against his pubic bone, making soft cooing sounds deep in her throat as she moved. With a mixed shock, excitement and worry, Jonah remembered the sounds she’d made when he’d experienced the memory of her having sex. These were very much like, but softer as though they came from afar.
Deep inside herself, she was stroking her erogenic node across the tip of his glans.
Without thinking, he tilted his hips to improve the contact. Her vocalizing intensified, and she moved harder against him. Jonah held still—best not succumb to the urge to move. He tried to meditate and relax, suspecting she needed this, but wouldn’t want him aware of it. He relaxed as much as possible as she continued dreaming. If she woke, she would know. But, if he found his way back to that lucid dreamstate, he wouldn’t need to fool her.
For all you know, you might be dreaming now..
If he fell a little deeper . . .
~~~{Tiana}~~~
Tiana was on Beauchene Island. She pulled herself out of the waves and climbed the smooth rocks lining the shore. The grass and bushes were blooming, and her skin dried as the sun and the breeze off the ocean brushed across her skin. As she reached the highest rocks, she met Jonah, reclining, nude on a smooth flat stone. His luscious, spicy scent washed over her, and her attention was drawn to his erect sex. A tingle of desire ran up her legs and settled at her erogenic node. Tiana covered the distance between them in a leap and sheathed him between her legs, sending her filaments questing to connect to every nerve cluster she could reach. His pleasure at the connection ran through her as though it was her own, and she rocked her node against him. It was right and as it should be. Jonah smiled as he kissed her and held her breasts as she climbed to orgasm.
As she reached the pinnacle of pleasure, the Jonah on the rock changed to Jonah on the bed. Tiana swam up from the dreamstate, still rocking against him, still in the mindset of the dream where everything was right. Jonah wasn’t fully awake, and Tiana slowed her movements w
hile the orgasm fired bolts of pleasure through her body. She wasn’t in danger of losing consciousness, but then, he hadn’t ejaculated onto her sensitive spot either. Her body stayed in the pleasure cycle for another quarter of an hour before subsiding.
Gently, she pulled her inner shaft out of him and began the slow stroking pump that would bring him to climax. After a few moments, he rose to full wakefulness and then participation with a rocking, plunging answer to her attentions.
When he shot deep inside her, his seed bathed her pleasure node, starting another cycle of shared orgasm. And, though the sensation was strong, she skirted the edge of being overwhelmed.
Tiana put her head back on his chest and held him, trying to work through what she’d just done. Should she feel guilt? She hadn’t intended for it to happen..., the first time. Her body and subconscious had made the decision without consulting her. Though she’d left the door open by letting herself fall asleep on the job. In spite of her confusing, mortifying situation, she smiled at the expression. These days, she thought in human languages as often as she thought in her own tongue. What was the 19th century human term?
Going native.
Was that what was happening?
She’d been away from nii society for 215 years, an unheard of separation for her kind. Even if her people had come looking, there was no way to find her. Though they could have narrowed it to the planets in the sector capable of sustaining life, they wouldn’t have been able to find her without a beacon. And, a leopard seal had sunk that in the South Atlantic. Even if she made a new one, who would come? Her people or her enemies? In addition, she was under contract with Jonah, joined to his purpose, that meant she had obligations.
Tiana tucked her face against his neck, listening to the blood pulsing through his jugular, savoring the way his aroma drifted into her nose. It would be so easy to stay in bed with him all day, taking and giving pleasure with their bodies.