Sal had long since cast his gaze downwards, gazing at the stained carpet beneath his feet. The words had flowed smoothy once he had reached Titanlock, far smoother than he had expected, which was nice. What wasn’t nice was recounting the time he almost killed himself after suffering in agony for months.

  Concluding his recount, he raised his head. Gods, his face must have been a pitiful sight. Xeena was looking at him, her face twisted in sadness. Tears flowed from her optical case, and her breathing was shaky. In comparison, Sal must have looked like a stoic trooper. Good for him.

  “Sal…” Xeena could barely get the words out.

  “It’s fine.” Sal said, voice low.

  “Sal…”

  “Please, its ok Xeena. It was a long time ago. I’m here.” Sal forced a smile.

  “Sal, you…”

  “Yeah. I almost did. What’s done is done. It happened.”

  “Do you… do you feel it? Your chest?”

  He’d come this far, why lie now.

  “Some nights. Hurts more when touched.” He pressed his finger along the length of the scar that severed his torso into two halves.

  “Did… did the ship help you?” Xeena asked. An obvious answer, but one that was needed to give closure.

  “Yeah. It was H&H. Turns out Phetenov had gone bankrupt two months into the station going active, and H&H bought them out. Took them a while before they found their secret documents about the Tartarus bases. Of the sixteen stations they made and got running, only three people got rescued. All of them fell apart or ran out of supplies. They took me right back to Titanlock, fixed me up, got me a new lung, new guts, and offered me a job. I’ve never had a chance to sit and take it in. Couldn’t stop. Never.”

  “Sal, I…” Xeena didn’t know what to say, and neither did Salvador. For some minutes, they sat in silence. Eventually, Sal needed to finally put the lid on the injury, to give himself closure.

  “Xeena, can you do something for me?” Sal asked.

  “Anything,” Her tone had picked up. Giving her something to do had instilled a second wind, based on her expression.

  Sal patted the couch next to him and closed his eyes. She moved close and waited his voice.

  “I need you to press along…” Sal outlined the length of the scar, from collarbone to hip. “Here. Not enough to dig in, but firmly.” It was the common routine he often did, if for no other reason than to feel the burning ache, to remind himself that he had survived Tartarus. It always hurt, but that was needed, like any good keepsake. Sal had found himself not needing his routine since meeting the Cambiar, being too distracted with alien life and all. He breathed in and prepared for the pain. The pressing of damaged skin again the plating below.

  He soon felt her claw tips running along the length and felt a light, dull ache. The same any normal scar would make when touched. He frowned, opened his eyes and told her to press harder. Even with her claw making a thin red line across the pale skin, the tip digging in, the pain was as physical as usual but far weaker than normal.

  The scar no longer burned.

  “That can’t be right,” Sal said, confused.

  Xeena looked him in the eye, face inches away. “Sal. You have to let the pain go. I don’t know if it’s possible, but you have to try. You have to believe. Ok?”

  Sal couldn’t believe it. No, some part of him didn’t want to, and was dragging every other part that wanted to be free from it down. He asked her to repeat the exercise a few times more, and each time the pain felt more dull and more real.

  The scar no longer burned. But Sal had already known the truth - it hadn’t burned since H&H had healed it over a decade ago. He had assumed his eyes no longer shed tears, their ducts fully dry. He was wrong.

  Sal wasn’t entirely free, but the chains had loosened.

  Sal looked to the ceiling, the chemolescent light harsh and pale. Yet, Sal did not close his eyes, instead embracing the glow.

  The scar no longer burned.

  Sal and Xeena decided to relax after such a heavy emotional moment. Recounting his past had taken a lot of out Sal, and the two headed for a late lunch. They passed by the viewing lounge where Sal had first noticed the presence of the Out-Han fleet, blotting out stars in the distance. Now, the window was full of the bright colours of the ships, glimmering in cobalt and emerald. They slowly moved as one, circling Starheart and Ruby Eye. In comparison, the planet that sat in the distance looked dull, its weak tanned surface barely visible.

  As Sal stopped to admire the view, Xeena stopped.

  “Liking what you see?” Xeena walked next to him, arms behind her back.

  “Hmm. Say, Xeena, what do you think will happen to the Out-Han now that they’ve found us?”

  “Ooh, there’s a lot I hope they do. The whole point of the Out-Han was to find intelligent life among the stars. Now though… I guess most Cambiar will want to stick around and see if we can get some ongoing discussions going. Even with Heaven’s Doctrine or Paradise, I hope we can at least get along on neutral terms, maybe as a third party?”

  Sal didn’t quite believe that they would go along so easily but still felt that it was a nice idea.

  “Xeena?” Sal asked.

  “Yeah?”

  “Why do you think humanity fights so much? When I read through the history of the factions, there were barely any conflicts. The occasional disagreement between Ten-Tri or some other group, but nothing serious. Do you think humanity deserves the Cambiar?”

  “I can’t answer the first part so easily. I suppose humans are rather stubborn in their ideas, regardless of whether they are in the ‘right’, so to speak. But the last bit? Definitely. Well, in the sense that it doesn’t come down to ‘deserving’ it or not, but what we want. I for one definitely want a galaxy with humanity in it, even if they are different. After all, not only can we learn from you but maybe you can learn a bit from us.”

  “I see. Thank you, Xeena.”

  They continued onwards, eventually coming to stop at a food hall in the recreation deck. It was sparely populated, with only a few shops and bars open, mostly to some curious Cambiar clients who were busy sampling everything human around them. Stopping at a sushi bar, Sal ordered a mixture of rolls. As they sat, enjoying the food, Sal looked at the imitation salmon in his roll. One thing he’d noticed since his stay on Fifth Spoke was how textureless all the preserved food from H&H had been.

  “Xeena, have you ever been to a planet? In the open air, I mean? Michaels spoke about it during the celebrations at O’Malley’s.”

  “Ah, only one, and just as a surveying trip. I had… this will sound silly, but I always wanted to take the first alien I found back to Yuel 721. Not a pretty name, I know, but the skies were unbelievable. It always had the look of permanent sunset, almost ripped from the skies of Earth from years ago. Based on what I’ve seen from the archives, I mean. No matter the time of day, a perfect, cloudless sky. We Cambiar learnt to adapt to the air easily enough, but I think humans would find it just right. It was filled with sweeping hills covered in a grass-like plant, no mountains or hills for as far as the eye could see. Standing on the grass there, looking at the sky, I knew I wanted to share that someday with someone.”

  Sal could see the view in his mind and imagined feeling his hair blowing in the wind. He could reach out and touch the grass in his hands. Pretending he was there, Sal smiled.

  “Oh? Did you want an invitation there? I can try to pull some strings with Rexia Rubicoss. We might be able to go there tomorrow, if I tried to bribe him hard enough that is.” Xeena said cheekily.

  And with that, Sal remembered H&H’s arrival tomorrow, and his face soured.

  “Oh. Sorry.” Xeena mumbled.

  “Don’t be. I would love to see that sky. It’s just…”

  “You aren’t sure about tomorrow. Whether you’ll go back with them?”

  “Yeah. I… I want to stay with the Cambiar, I really do. I don’t even feel the urge to repay H&H that much anymore. I think it’s far to say I’ve worked off my moral debt to them over the years. But still…”

  “You don’t know if you want to take the next step. I understand.” Xeena considered her next words. “I don’t want to force you, so please don’t see this as a crossroads but I would love to see you there, on Yuel 721. Even if the name is rather dry.” That got a chuckle from the both of them.

  Finishing their meal, Xeena fidgeted.

  “Sal, I was wondering… you say you aren’t sure about tomorrow, about what you’ll do.”

  Sal could only grunt in confirmation, stomach knotted with guilt.

  “In that case, would you… like to make some memories before you go? Back in the dorm?”

  Sal paused a moment taking her words in. Was she…

  “Just the two of us?” Xeena rubbed her hands together. “We can make it if we try?”

  Sal smirked at her trying to fit proto-wave song lyrics into a confession of sorts. Despite some of his hesitation, he knew Xeena had come to understand him better than anyone. That, combined with his undeniable desire for her, pushed the words out.

  “Are you sure you want that? With me?” Sal asked.

  “More than anything. I understand that, well, I’m an alien but…” Xeena looked down. “With me? Just for tonight, please?”

  Sal sighed. He didn’t want to make it worse if he decided to leave, but neither could he stand her puppy-dog expression. That, and he could no longer tell himself that he didn’t feel attracted towards her, unusualness and all.

  “If you can put up with me this long, I’m sure that makes you a real one of a kind. If you’d have me, I’d love to give it a go. Shall we?”

  Xeena’s tail began wagging against the chairs behind her as she squealed with joy.

  Sal and Xeena returned to the dormitory. Stepping inside, he saw Xeena was tense, tail swaying back and forth. Approaching her from behind, Sal slowly massaged her shoulders, working his way down her back. She softly hissed in pleasure at his touch. Sal was tempted to begin undressing the casual top she had worn, but didn’t want to rush things for her. He had seen plenty of Cambiar now sporting human parts, hell almost all of them seemed to have them nowadays, but still wondered about the mechanics of whether this would work.

  “Ahh, Sal...”

  Once he’d massaged down to base of her tail, she turned to face him.

  “Sal, I don’t want you to hold back for me. I can go at your pace. Just… forget tomorrow. For now, just think of me.”

  She opened her jaw wide. A maw of razor-sharp triangular teeth awaited him. Sal was unsure how to approach a kiss with an alien possessing a mouth that could open wide enough to fit most of his face it. However, before he could even start, he saw her mouth tendrils begin to extend outwards, towards him. Huh, well here goes nothing.

  Leaning in, and closing his eyes, he felt her main tendril flare out as he opened his mouth to accept it. It was softer than he expected, slightly wider than a regular tongue. As they intertwined within his mouth, a distinct taste from her fluids became evident. Strawberries? Their coupling intensifying, a voice cut through.

  “Is this… good?”

  What? Cracking an eye open, he saw her additional, breathing tendrils facing him like the eyes on stalks. Well, that was different, being able to speak when making out. Sal moaned approval into her proboscis as she seemingly tried to encapsulate his tongue over and over. Soft, sucker like attachments within played at the surface of his tongue, putting pressure down and releasing it, over and over.

  Breaking the kiss for air, Sal panted. “So… want to take this into the bedroom?”

  Xeena whined in excitement and nodded vigorously as he took her hand and led her inside. Locking the door behind him, Sal felt Xeena tugging at his jacket, hands fumbling. Turning around, he initiated another kiss with her tentacle, this time with her smaller breathing appendages playfully poking at his lips and cheeks. As they intertwined, he slipped his jacket off properly before disrobing down to his underwear. With saliva trailing down his face, Sal took a seat on the bed, displaying the obvious pitching in his pants.

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  “Well, how do you want to do this? If you want, I can help you, ‘get ready’?” Sal liked his lips for effect. He worried for as second that even if she had an opening below, it might be full of teeth or something else disturbing. Still squirming on the spot, tail slapping the ground occasionally, Xeena instead crouched and knelt in front of him.

  “I… want to try this. To make you feel good.” Well, Sal didn’t want to deter her, and he was certainly feeling up the task of attempting a blowjob with an alien. At least, he hoped she was going for a blowjob. Slowly, she reached forward and pulled down the band of his underwear in a single motion, freeing his cock.

  Eye marbles wide, she stared at his half-hard length and physically gulped.

  “Oh. Oh my.”

  “Hmm? Not what you expected?”

  “No, it’s just… bigger than my measurements predicted.”

  “Uh, measurements?”

  Xeena hunched closer, snapping her jaws once. Sal felt the immediate urge to caution that teeth and genitals generally did not mix well but held his tongue. He would trust her common sense. Sal was a bit uncertain how they would make this work; her mouth didn’t have a typical throat to it, ending in a fleshy wall from which her tubes projected from. Instead, he saw she was going for something different. Extending her hollow proboscis outwards once more, it pressed against his glans. The sensation against his tip brought him to full mast, eliciting a squeak from Xeena.

  “How do you walk around with this all day?”

  “Would you believe me if I said it only gets this big for women I love?”

  “Show-off.” She murmured.

  Xeena widened the tip of her tendril, slowly but surely, and swallowed his penis, inch by inch. At first glance, it seemed that it would be an impossible fit, the tendril much thinner than his own organ. Yet, it flexed outward, stretching to take in his girth. The tight sensation, crawling along his length was enough to get him to grunt.

  “Christ, Xeena. It’s like I’m getting blown by a keyhole.”

  “Sorry.” She said, her vocal tendrils tilting down almost in sadness. “I think I may have miscalculated based on the video.”

  Sal froze. “Video?”

  “Ah. I did promise not to say anything, but since we’re here…” Xeena’s tentacle creeped further down, pressing tightly on all sides. Christ, he wouldn’t last much longer under this pressure. “Xin showed me a video of you two. I thought I had estimated correctly, but it seems I shortchanged your size. Sorry!” She emphasised the last word by tightening hard around his length.

  Ah fuck. “Gods, damn you Xin.” He grit his teeth as Xeena reached his base. Well, that was good, he-

  Xeena began her pumping. Her tentacle violently streamed up and down his length, trailing juices. Every second was another pump, then every half second. Wheezing from the sudden movement, Sal reached behind her head to try and get a grip.

  “Fucking hell Xeena, slow down I’m…” Xeena kept her head still as tongue continued its unrelenting movement.

  “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that. Maybe if we make a new rule about horror movies, then I’ll consider mercy.”

  Oh goddamnit. He had definitely made a mistake with that bet, and now he had created a cum-fuelled monster. Hand on her head, he felt the rear tendrils that trailed from the rear wrapping around his fingers like an overly friendly octopus. Lowering his grip, he felt at the pair of slits below her head.

  “Oh? Feeling up my neural tracts? I haven’t done anything with those yet, but if you want to fuck my brains out, quite literally, I can make some plans.”

  “Uh, is that safe?” Sal delicately traced the openings and felt her tingle in response.

  “Don’t know. Want to try?”

  Even in a fugue of lust, the idea of sticking his meat into the back of someone’s head, a place definitely not meant for penetration, seemed like a bad idea.

  “Maybe next time?”

  “Suit yourself!” She twisted her tendril with those words, wrenching a groan from Sal.

  After less than a minute of the inhuman pressure and movement, Sal was close.

  “Xeena, fuck, I’m about to…”

  “Go for it. Let it out. I want to taste you, dear Sal.”

  Desperate, bucking his hips, he reflexively tried pushing her head down to thrust as deep as possible, although her tentacle was already slamming against his base. He felt her maw of teeth lightly tighten against his lower stomach and along his perinium, just biting enough to get a light grip. He finally climaxed, shooting a load deep into her tentacle. The sensation was only exacerbated by the fleshy, squelching sounds that rumbled from her.

  “Wow Sal, you really must have been pent up. You’re very warm… and salty.”

  “Ah hell. Sorry,” He gasped, holding onto the bed for dear life as he rode out his orgasm. “I should’ve eaten more pineapple, or something.”

  He tried to make light of the situation, but the strong orgasm that rolled through him left him reaching for words. Xeena calmly massaged his balls, careful to mind her claw tips against his delicates, as she weaned out the last of his cum.

  Slowly, she retracted her organ from his penis, detaching with a pop. She left her jaw open wide, exposing her oral structure proudly. A wide, open-mouthed grin was etched onto her face.

  Sal’s knees felt weak as he slumped back against the bed, gasping. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

  Xeena giggled, still swallowing the last of his seed. “Well, for what it’s worth, someone from H&H decided to include pornography on the ‘must-read’ data archives given to us. I simply watched and learned from the many ‘actresses’ there. That, and Xin gave me some advice.”

  “Figures. I knew you two were up to something, but this?”

  “If it makes you feel better, I think Ace had a rougher time of it than us.”

  “You can say that again. Poor dude was sucked dry.” That being said, Sal was beginning to relate to him. He’d never had a blowjob, hell any sex, close to that. Xeena was still playing with his seed in her oral organ, pulsing the liquid within up and down, when he spoke up.

  “So, uh, you don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to. Most women don’t actually like to so…”

  Instead, she looked at him dead in the eye and made an obvious motion of swallowing the load down.

  “Well, in usual alien fashion, I felt the need to extract your DNA.” Xeena said, putting on a stereotypical extraterrestrial voice. “What sort of abducting alien would I be if I didn’t analyse your genetic code for my evil purposes?” Leaning in close and returning to her normal tone, she whispered, “Maybe I should extract some more?”

  His adorable little Cambiar was getting rather cocky. The best idea Sal could think of was providing some well needed xeno correction to show her what the indominable will of mankind could do to bratty xenos. Sal’s lust was not diminished, far from it, and he was excited to see what else Xeena had prepared. Sliding off the bed, he sat next to Xeena, who’s confidence seemed to evaporate as he reached towards her.

  “Umm. I feel I should say something first, before we go on.” Xeena rubbed her arm.

  “Sure. Feels a bit late, me nutting down your throat and all, but if you want to back out-“

  “No! It’s not that. I do want this. It’s just… well…” She tapped her clawtips together, nervously. “I actually spoken to you during the celebration at O’Malley’s. You probably don’t remember, as you were quite drunk, but… well. I… kind of got you to feel me up. Only a bit!”

  “Wait, you did what?” Ah hell, that wasn’t a pet rat he been drunkenly petting, was it?

  “I felt bad about the whole, well, ‘groping you’ thing from early on. Especially knowing what it meant to you now.” She looked guiltily at his long scar. “So, I wanted to make it up to you. A tit for tat thing, you know?”

  “Xeena…”

  “It was just an idea! And, well, drunk you didn’t seem to mind. Before you fell asleep that is.”

  Sal weighed up the event and decided the best path to proceed. “Well, in that case… Maybe I should refresh my memory?”

  Sal approached her, initially rubbing along her shoulders, and kissing her neck before moving downwards. Xeena caressed his back as he gently grasped each of her breasts in a hand. Sal gave a weighing before giving his judgement.

  “Ok, you definitely pumped these up recently. You went from a petite little thing to this. I swear, these were not as big back in the central chamber.”

  Xeena laughed nervously. “You can tell? I was a bit jealous of Xin in the video and how you seemed to like hers. So…”

  Jesus, they tremendously were large now he felt them up. The soft tissue was still hidden behind her clothes, but the softness with which they deformed under his digits was undeniable. Cautiously, he reached down and lifted her top off. Slowly, it revealed her pale skin. Comparing the elbow length black of her arms, still giving the impression of her wearing elbow-length gloves, her skin was pale, delicate. Sal could see, now up close, that her skin had taken on the palest tone of blue speckled with white flecks, giving her once bone coloured skin an almost ethereal look.

  Plump tits exposed; Sal saw a lightly glowing cyan nipple centred on each one. Sal gave Xeena a deliberate look, to which she shrugged.

  “I had to do something exotic. Pink nipples are boring. Besides, makes it feel extra… alien, wouldn’t you say?”

  “Now who’s being a show-off,” Sal murmured, lowering to suckle on a nipple.

  Quickly, breast in his mouth, he found himself hardening again, cock pressing up against her stomach and slowly trailing pre-cum. Xeena groaned in pleasure as Sal teased out her buds between his teeth, lightly biting before sucking. The sound of her tail wagging against the bedframe was giving a rhythm to their tango, every few taps a new lick or squeeze of her breasts. Eventually, Sal noticed her hips beginning to grind against his legs.

  “Sal… Sal… please I…” She whispered.

  Sal wasn’t the kind of man to leave a woman hanging. Quick as a flash, he wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted her onto the bed. She squealed in delight as her skirt barely hid whatever she had below. Now, with him kneeling before her, he was sure to give her what she needed. Carefully, he found a clip for the skirt that allowed it to come away easy and spread her front pair of legs apart.

  Leaking a small stream of fluids onto the bed covers and the floor was an organ that looked close enough to a vagina for Sal to mentally breathe a sigh of relief. Splashed in hues of blue and pink, a small slit leaked with love juices, enticing him. However, he did notice a ring of tiny bumps, delicate and exposed, all the way around the outer edge. Sal could guess what Xeena had been working on there, but felt some experimentation would clear it up. He bent closer, his breath causing Xeena to squirm, and licked along the ring. Reacting instantly, she jumped as the stream of liquid pouring from within her intensified. Now, as a man, Sal had to make the joke.

  “Hey, look, I finally found the clit,” Sal joked as he kissed her along her lower lips, dotted in blue.

  “You… dumbass…” Xeena gasped out.

  “So, what’s up with the extra fun buttons? One not enough?”

  “I, gods, I thought that it would be more fun. I think I might have overdone it though. I’m already…”

  He felt her pair of front legs wrap around his head and pull him in tight to her slit, as he rode out the storm of jolts shaking through her.

  “Ah, Sal… Sal… I’m-” Xeena cried out.

  Deciding to go all on, Sal worked his tongue inside her as she violently orgasmed against his face. The second Sal felt something inside pressing along his tongue, he thought he’d made some terrible mistake. ‘Mistake! Abort! Teeth!’ his lizard brain shouted, but Sal had little option in the matter. Xeena’s legs, though spindly in appearance, had more than enough strength to wrap around his head and hold him there. After Sal had refined his technique somewhat, ignoring the pressing against his tongue inside her pussy, and let her off with only a few more rapid orgasms, he was released.

  Coughing against the familiar tasting liquid, he rubbed his now soaked beard. “What’s up with the strawberry flavour?”

  Still recovering, lying flat on her side, tails weakly wiggling, she gasped out, “I… thought it would be… nicer to taste…”

  “Well, you got that right. You ok?”

  “I just… need a minute… does it feel like this, every time?”

  “I think you went a bit overboard on the sensitivity, but yeah, if it feels good.” True to his word, he had long since regained his vigour and was twitching for more. Either he had maintained his stamina over the years, or Xeena’s juices were having a very strong effect on him. Aphrodisiac alien love fluids sounded like something out of a freaky porno, but the Cambiar could do some strange things. Clambering on the bed beside her, they stared at one another for a moment.

  “Sal… I love you.”

  “Love you too, Xeen’.”

  Once her breathing had deescalated to a calmer rate, Sal made the move. Rolling her onto her back, tail between both of their legs, he sat before her, penis at the ready like a lance prepared for battle.

  “You’re big… you know that?” Xeena’s gaze was fixed on his meat.

  “Thanks, I grew it myself.”

  A slap to his rear from her tail was matched with a huff from her. “Idiot.” Still, she smiled nervously.

  Leaning down, close to her face, Xeena looked across at his scars. He noticed, and fought the urge to hide away, cover them up. Gently, she reached over and traced their outlines.

  “They’re still a part of you Sal, and I love all of you, each and every part.”

  The words were sweet to his ears, and for the moment, he would ignore the marks. Hearing Xeena take a deep breath, Sal was ready.

  “You happy for me to go? I’ll start slow.” Sal was cautious. Last thing he wanted to do was hurt her during her first time.

  She lazily nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  Sal prepared to enter her, before a more cautious part of his mind kicked in.

  “Oh shit, condoms. I think I’ve got some in…” He went to reach for the drawer, but found a tail wrapped around his waist stopped him.

  “Don’t you even dare think of covering up! This is my first time, I want to feel all of you.”

  Ah hell, when it was put like that, who was Sal to stop and think. Besides, he couldn’t get her knocked up… Right? The Cambiar hadn’t adapted that quickly so soon… surely?

  Shrugging, he resumed his position and pressed his tip against her marked blue and pink lips. Xeena having relaxed somewhat, he was able to slide inside the first inch with no issues. A light gritting of her teeth told Sal that Xeena was in a little pain but was quickly overtaken by her pleasured moans once her insides accepted him. However, Sal stopped once he felt a feeling of something tickling his penis from inside, the same feeling from his cunnilingus.

  “Uh, what’s that?”

  “I uh… thought I could try something. To make it even better?” She wiggled her claws back and forth. “Little filaments, extra sensation. Do you… like them? I can pull them back if you want.”

  “No, go for it. I want to feel you try your best.” Though Sal was confident, her tight blowjob had clearly shown she could dish out as much pleasure as she could take.

  A few seconds in he did feel a sharp pain in his left hand. Recoiling, he found Xeena trying to interlock their fingers together. She’d come on too steep an angle, and her clawtips had lightly stabbed into the skin between his digits.

  “Sorry! Sorry!” she quickly winced. He flicked off the flecks of blood that dotted the flesh.

  “It’s fine, don’t worry. Try again. Let’s do it slowly.” As one, they interlaced their fingers, with her thumbs wrapping around either side of his hand. Bottoming out within her, and feeling a squirming opening against his tip, twisting and pressing against his glans, and he pumped in earnest. Starting slow, giving her time to adjust, he picked up the pace with every slap of his balls against her circle of clits. She twisted and writhed in time with his movements. Every gasp a new sound he had forced out of her. A comfortable flow had been reached, and it felt like he was starting to get full circulation back to his dick as her muscular constriction eased from ‘pencil sharpener sized pussy tight’ to just ‘nut drainingly tight’. He adjusted the grip of his right hand from her hips to her breast as he leaned down.

  Seeing his signal Xeena leaned back to make room for him to suckle on her tits. Sal was a bit stunned when a flow of liquid reached his tongue. He’d already had numerous surprises this session, and this was just another to add to the pile.

  “Uh?” Sal cocked an eyebrow as he detached from her teat, a pink-white liquid trailing off his lips.

  “I had heard that… some men find the connection of lactation with pregnancy… attractive.”

  Fuck it, Sal was down for it. He was already having sex with an alien, what was one more step into weirdness. He shrugged and continued his suckling, the milk tasting once again of… strawberry. Well, it seems Xeena had a favourite flavour, that was for certain. Eventually, as he increased his force, his thrusts becoming a wild slapping of crotches, and after surviving numerous severe constrictions from Xeena’s orgasms, he was near his limit.

  “Xeena, I’m close. Do you want me to pull out?” he said, decoupling from her nipple.

  “Don’t you dare! I’ve been waiting for this since I first saw you. My human, the man I wanted to touch, to connect with.” She leaned close to press her transparent dome to his forehead. “My Sal.”

  Damn, that was one way of tipping him over the edge. Releasing a primal grunt, he thrust as deep as possible, feeling her internal cilia wrapping around his length, and came. Xeena’s tail was seizing as he pumped as much of his vitality into her. Even with all his effort, he could feel some leaking out, her equivalent of a uterus not fully capable of taking his load. They spent a few minutes resting together. After their shared afterglow, Sal fell to the side, his flaccid member sliding out, defeated.

  “Holy… fucking… shit…” Sal winced. He had never had a partner like this. Well, a partner he could remember at least. “How are you doing?”

  Xeena took a moment to even comprehend the question. “I’m… in heaven.”

  The pair laid for a while, basking in the moment. Then, as if was looking for something, Xeena sat and leaned over, pushing her ass back and positioning her head at the foot of the bed. She swung her tail once, twice then lifted it up, exposing her pink and blue pussy to him. Spreading her lips with her black claws, a tickle of cum still leaking she put on a fake French accent.

  “Ready for round deux, Mr Vigino?”

  Damned if wiggling her butt didn’t make him diamonds in a flash. Launching up, he went straight for another session of steamy xenophilic sex. The two spent the rest of the night in each other’s embrace, connecting as one. They tried a number of positions, and Sal was certain by the seventh load that she had dosed him with some performance enhancer through fluid exchange. Xeena’s personal favourite seemed to be the prone bone, with Sal holding her tail.

  When they were both spent, they slipped under the covers, wrapped in one another’s arms.

  “Good night… Sal” Xeena tiredly whispered.

  “Night, Xeena.” Sal said, drifting to sleep.

  Tomorrow would come no matter what, with all it entailed. But for now, Sal was in paradise.