*I recently wrote here a very brief erotica, but the feedback was so great I rewrote and expanded, stronger and sexier, with new chapters. Will release a new chapter each day.*
By the year 3735, mankind had reached the stars, but now, a star would be coming for me.
I got to call him Andy, but not that it was his real name, of course. Trying to pronounce what he was really called was impossible for a human, once having been written to me as something like ə*¿Nḏʸ. I had no idea what to make of it, that star sign * in the middle of it signaling a sound akin to a hiccup going through a phlegmy throat. So, yes, no way to reproduce what it sounded like.
And we got to call his species Star Eaters, for the never confirmed trait they had of going across the Universe, picking crops from stars from which they fed themselves. This was such an alien, bizarre premise, that I never knew what to make of it. For all his open mind and honesty, Andy would never confirm if it was true or just a silly rumour, producing a familiar sound which I could only describe as an alien’s amused laughter.
What I could confirm, and from the first moment we met, was the incredible chemistry going on between us. By the third millennia, interspecies relations or intercourse between intelligent species were nothing new, even if some human people violently dismissed the idea, finding it ridiculous, to say the least, and outrageous, to say the most. It was a sad state of affairs, especially considering that after everything Mankind had gone through during the last centuries, the First Contact, the Elevation Wars, The Rapture, The Great Beyond, some consciousnesses should have elevated themselves from such stupid ideas. But, well, here we were. In the case of Andy, they would claim it was the eyeless faces, if they could even call that a face. The hot blooded skin that would change colour and texture as emotions and events went by. The way-too-many tentacles, and those antennas. The fact they would move across the air without touching solid ground.
Anyway. Across the space station, my main task was to serve as support for the Atmosphere Management Team, the AMT. With so many species aboard, their respective breathing and atmospheric needs were to be guaranteed, and that was where my team would come in. A fine enough job, I guess, but after some time it was only an automated process, if no emergency would come about, like the introduction of a new species aboard, brought by an eager emissary. Andy himself was a support for his species ambassador, being delegated there to establish a mutual comprehension plan amongst species. As more and more developed and intelligent species were found in the vast cosmos, it became clear the need for a centralized platform of shared communications. Easier said than done, of course, where the means of communication were wildly different. Verbal, mental, pheromonal, signs, every sound, word, context, or smell, were in need of being accounted for, catalogued, and found a suitable equivalent in the other species communications.
It was that exhaustion that led us to meet by chance. He had suffered a particularly rough set of meetings, and had moved to α Cepheus IX’s Sensorial Chamber in need of a complete deprivation of every outside stimulus. No noise, smell, sound, link would reach him there, his mind locked out to the outside world. It was said if someone wanted to murder someone on board, the Chambers would be the ideal place. That day, I was also there, myself having gone through a particularly demanding piece of work, when the ozone tanks blasted themselves to pieces and left quite a contingent of alien individuals suffering from proper breathing deprivation. We had already worked together, trying to establish the main concepts for universal needs, like breathing, sleeping, eating. I found Andy’s presence amusing. The way he failed to communicate with humans. How he would point one tentacle to himself and other to me, trying to establish some kind of empathy. How the only sound he seemed to produce was something an amused laughter, as if finding everything so entertaining. And he was just incredibly gorgeous. The way he moved through the air, effortlessly, silently. How during sleep he would stretch his tentacles and emit a soft, soothing, inner light, that no one could explain where it came from and that had led to the idea they ate stars. Their lack of verbal communication led to them showing an uncanny, if somewhat limited, telepathic ability, with which they would lock their minds into ours and project signs, images, pictures. It was something rude, for they had no eyes, right? And their visual comprehension was more similar to a sonar, with echoes reverberating through special chambers within their systems to produce a mental map of their surroundings. Sure enough, we had several species back on Earth with those same abilities, so nothing new there. But try to project that into the mind of a species that never dealt with it.
But even so, we got along very well. Part of it, and that was the good part, was that mental connections were impossible to fake or pretend, so no lying, deceiving, withholding information, and so on. The bad part was anything like double meaning, innuendos, playful words, were lost in translation. That’s how I knew, with not even a shred of doubt, he found me very attractive. Andy’s species had none of the human restraints when it came to sex and attraction, and for them it was just part of Life and Existence. A human female such as myself would feel very exotic, the long hair flowing through my back, the full breasts, the eyes and lips. And like I said, he was just gorgeous.
Alienists, being the complete idiots they were, shrieked Sun Eaters were what would happen if octopuses, not monkeys, had become Earth’s main branch of evolution. And I could almost see where they were going with that, sure, but it was the same as claiming dragons were only overgrown lizards. There was a royal, regal presence within Andy, and their species were highly evolved, empathic beings.
We had decided to share a Sensorial Chamber, just the two of us, me knowing very well where that would lead. I was fully naked, and Andy didn’t understand clothing. He was softly locking minds with me, and I understood how he was getting very excited with me. Not that it was hard to see it. The small twitch in his tentacles, the so subtle vibration in his antennas, the skin slowly changing colour from a pale gray to a bright rose, to a deep red. For my part, I was getting very aroused with the idea, something that would not be missed by him. My only partners had been humans, either male or female, but an alien, and a beautiful one such as him, was wondrous, exciting, new. He was scanning me, asking for permission to approach. I knew it to be a kind, honest soul, the only condition I had was for him to take it slowly, making him understand it was my first time. He nodded his head, one of the physical signs he picked from humans as signaling an agreement.
He approached, not touching the ground, and from the middle of his tentacles a small opening revealed itself, showing a hidden extra organ. I knew that was to be, for lack of a better term, the same as a human tongue, a secondary sexual organ from which pleasure could be taken, even if much longer, easily reaching several meters. To call it a tongue was more than appropriate, though. It was a strong single muscle, covered in wet, warm fluids, with a formidable set of range and movement. It was also very sensual, no doubt about it. I let it approach me, and very softly, touch the skin in my arm. It was a first touch, requesting further entrance. I gave him, also with a silent nod from my head, and it twisted softly around my body. It went from my arms into my shoulders, languishing itself with its passage. It twisted down and rolled itself around my waist, from which it moved above, crossing between my breasts. He could sense, there, the touch was deeper, it meant something more, a tingling of skin was showing as a sign of approval. He set himself there for a time, and decided to explore my nipples. That very long tongue twirled itself around both of my breasts, lightly squeezing them, feeling their soft flesh and what hid beneath, until stopping above my nipples, growing larger and more sensible with all the blood flowing. He licked one of them tenderly, each lick giving a small amount of fluid that laid there pleasantly. I had closed my eyes, for that was such a new experience, and I wanted to feel it all, but my arousal was getting the best of me. I didn’t want to just sit there, quiet, silent, so I took that long tongue into my hands, stroking it with quiet movements. I could also sense the blood flowing through it, and how it was growing in size with each passing of my hands. I directed it to my mouth, curious to feel it, how it would taste, the volume, the texture, if it reacted to being in a human crevice. It was both like kissing a human tongue, with its texture and wetness, and tasting a man’s passion, feeling it grow in my hands and directing Andy’s passion, all at the same time.
He was also enjoying it very much, for amongst his brethren there was no way to give such an experience. I continued to twist my tongue around it, going up and down with my head, my hands going harder and faster with each passage. I wanted it to go for more time, wanted to have it for much longer, see what other things he could give me. But this sudden burst of light started to grow on my thoughts, filling every one of them, until a huge luminous blast exploded in my mind. What could tha-? I understood, and it was a burst of laughter that came from me. Andy had experienced his first human given orgasm, and had no way to deal with it.Too much of a new sensation, an overwhelming experience to take all at once. As for me, I also needed time to allow everything to wash over me and fill my comprehension. I gave him a soft kiss on his face, making my best effort to make him understand I had loved it very much, but there was a limit to a human body. He seemed to understand, and more the happier when I made myself clear I would very, very much like to continue seeing him. He gave me that amazing sound that so much seemed an amused laughter and retracted his organ inside. He nodded his head and quietly left the chamber.
As for me… Yes, I would very much enjoy continuing to see him.
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