Sexy Space Babes - Mechs, Maidens and Macaroons: Chapter Seven

Unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on your perspective – her surprise didn’t last for long as her whole body seemed to shift, that blank featureless face turning to regard him.

“This one thinks you’re playing a dangerous game, Mark,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry, liquid cadence that sent a shiver racing down his spine. “This one’s tried to play the lady, but there’s a limit to that.”

There she was again. Gone was the surprised and tired young woman, and in her place was the alien femme fatale he’d met at the docks. She stood up, casually sliding her mostly eaten stew to the side as she leaned over the table to cup his chin.

“A limit you seem intent on crossing.”

He swallowed. “What can I say? I’m precocious.”

Her laughter was a melodic ripple, sharp and teasing, as she edged around the table until she was practically on his lap, though for the moment her derriere remained planted on the cheap metal.

“That you are,” she murmured, her surprisingly warm gloved hand moving down to brush against his chest, her visor watching him for a reaction, as if waiting for him to pull back. To ask her to stop.

He didn’t.

And, while he couldn’t exactly gauge her mood from her featureless face, he certainly felt the thrill of excitement that went through her as her exploration became more enthusiastic.

“This one is beginning to think there may well have been some truth to those hyper-net rumors after all.” Her hand slid lower, grazing his stomach, her gel vibrating faintly against him. “You humans really are satyric.”

The word she used wasn’t literally satyric, even if that was what he mentally translated it to in Shil. Rather the word was analogous to a creature that shared similar traits to what a satyr was on Earth. More to the point, it also meant, well, slutty.

For a guy.

And while it was hardly the most romantic of statements for anyone to make, that was a minor detail as he stood up, feeling her surprisingly strong legs wrap around him as he went in for a…

“Ah.” He paused as he stared into the very featureless blue mass of her face. “I take you guys don’t…”

“Kiss?” He heard and felt her amusement through their point of contact. “Oh no, this one very much can.”

As he watched, a pair of smirking lips formed amidst the gel of her face. Plump, pouty and as blue as the rest of her body.

“We’re actually quite good at it.”

Then she kissed him.

He hadn’t really known what to expect an Ulnus to feel like under their suit. While he’d certainly done a quick internet search to find out if they were well… compatible before he’d planned out this evening, he hadn’t done anything beyond finding out confirmation that they were.

He’d wanted to discover the ‘details’ for himself after all.

And in the moment, he was finding it to be as fascinating and gratifying as he’d hoped.

Rather than cold and slimy, her lips were warm, soft, and impossibly smooth, molding against his with casual ease. Jelly really was the best descriptor for the sensation. Not entirely liquid, but not entirely solid either.

Then she deepened the kiss, as – was that a tongue – slipped between them, probing the inside of his mouth hungrily. His tongue responded in kind, seeking out the invader and dueling with it as the two alien organs clashed.

To his surprise, he found she was quite without… flavor. There was heat and pressure, but the tongue dueling with his was neither salty nor sweet. If anything, she tasted like water – insofar as water could be said to taste like anything beyond a slight minerality.

He found he quite liked it.

He also liked the feel of her suit under his hands, the warm material giving slightly under his exploratory fingertips, hinting at the form that lay beneath. Though his hands weren’t the only place he’d ‘made contact’ as the Ulnus seemed determined to grind her groin against the hardness that had already formed in his pants. Indeed, in that regard, her legs were like two vipers as she used them to push his hips against hers, grinding his hardness against her softness.

The contrast felt incredible – even if it was impeded by the thin fabric of both their clothes. Fortunately, he knew that wouldn’t be the case for long, even if he was curious as to what new sensations might replace it.

Their kiss lasted for but a few more moments, before she pulled back, those new lips of hers shifting into a gloating smirk as her dangerously dexterous tongue pulled back between her lips. Or was perhaps simply ‘reabsorbed’ back into her mass.

“Not bad for a girl that didn’t have lips or a tongue until a few moments ago, no?” she said.

He shook his head. “No, not bad at all. Though I’ll admit I didn’t know you could shift shape.”

“Truly?” She seemed genuinely surprised. “It’s… this one would have thought that fact obvious.”

Was it? Sure, she was made of jelly but otherwise she looked just like a normal… Ah, now he felt like an idiot.

“Ulnus don’t ‘normally’ look like humans do they?” he said.

“Or a Shil or a Rakiri or a Nighkru.” She laughed. “For us, changing shape is akin to how changing clothes would be to a human. Those machines were simply ‘bodies’ for larger Ulnus.”

Slightly distracted by the vibrations in her jelly that were occurring as a result of her laughter – given that she was still teasingly grinding her hips against his erection – he soldiered on.

“So why do you… you know? Look like that?” He gestured at her.

She shrugged – a surprisingly human gesture – as she disentangled herself from him and hopped off the table. “Because it’s convenient. Most equipment out here in the galaxy is designed for creatures with two arms, two legs, a head and five digits on each hand. Weapons. Vehicles. This suit.”

He nodded, even if he was keenly aware of the sudden absence of her warmth.

She continued, her ‘new’ lips forming a smirk as she ‘eyed’ him, pulling back her hood to reveal her ‘head’. As he watched, long tendrils seemed to form from it, shifting, elongating and merging until what looked like hair dipped all the way down to her shoulders. Her hands reached up, grabbing it and pulling it back, miming a movement he was well accustomed to seeing on Earth as she ‘pretended’ to tie something off.

When her hands came down, the alien had a faux ponytail formed from her new ‘hair’.

And it looked good.

Damn good.

He’d always had a thing for girls with ponytails.

“We also find other species respond better to other creatures that look similar to them.” The Ulnus continued, leaning forward, Mark feeling his heart speed up at the same time as she casually reached for the zipper on the front of her suit.

Sliding the small bit of metal down her body, the alien woman seductively exposed a long swathe of semi-transparent blue cleavage. It was an incredible sight. Her ‘breasts’ were full and rounded, sitting high and proud on her chest despite their obvious heft.

“See?” he faintly heard her tease.

He did. He saw a lot. And even the fact that what he was seeing was a constructed façade did nothing in his eyes to pull away from the fact that she looked absurdly hot.

“This one is quite proud of it, you know?” Her hands came up, sliding over the softness of her hourglass figure before cupping the fullness of her chest. “When we first stepped foot on Kreheim, we had the basic shape down, but it was… dumpy. None of the cute alien boys would even give this form a second glance. So, in between other things, we spent a long time getting the proportions just right. Tweaking. Shifting. Making it just right, you know? Nubile, but still mature. Toned, but feminine. Powerful, but… soft.”

He stared at the way her gel-like body shifted in the light of his apartment.

She was certainly all those things.

“It takes time,” she continued. “And focus. At least at first. We’re not totally unlike you in that regard. We can shapeshift into different forms, but there’s a certain amount of muscle memory involved. Over time, you develop a ‘default’ that you’ll slip back into if you’re not focusing.”

“It was worth it.” He definitely didn’t croak. “You, uh, made it – are – very appealing. At least from a human perspective.”

“Thanks,” she laughed, sounding entirely genuine. Like some guy who’d been hitting the gym and someone had finally commented on it. “Though, this one would have thought you’d want to see the whole thing before you rendered judgement?”

He kept himself from spluttering a yes only by the thinnest of margins. Instead, he managed to maintain some level of cool – likely entirely because of Sabine’s teachings – as he nodded slowly.

“Well, I suppose that only makes sense,” he paused deliberately, his tone turning coy. “And in the interest of reciprocation, if I’m impressed, I might decide to return the favour. Purely in the interest of finding out if humans are… of interest to Ulnus.”

He watched the way her whole body shivered again, that red tinge once more shooting across her face and torso.

Yeah, she was excited.

“Of course,” her voice said, her tone deliberately cool.

Still, he found himself a little curious as to why she’d be excited by the prospect, given that if her words were to be believed, her ‘natural’ form looked entirely different from what he was seeing now. So why would she find a ‘humanoid’ body attractive at all? He sincerely doubted the males of her race sported secondary sexual characteristics that corresponded with a male humanoid.

So was her clear attraction to him a learned trait rather than instinctual?

Of course, he barely had a moment to dwell on it before his attention was entirely swallowed up by the sight of her finally peeling off her suit fully. As it hit the ground, he couldn’t help but stare. Long seductive legs, lead up to an hourglass waist. Between her legs, there were no distinct features, he noted, just a smooth expanse of gel.

Indeed, even as he watched, two distinct labial lips began to form - thick and pouty.

God, it was sexy. Not just in the conventional sense, but in how… alien and otherworldly the being opposite him was. His cock only got harder at that thought.

“Fuck,” Mark whispered. “You’re… incredible.”

“This one thanks you for the compliment,” she purred, as she sauntered over, hips rolling with every step. “Now, it seems only fair you return the favor. In the interest of scientific experimentation.”

Smirking, his hands gripped the hem of his shirt before tugging it over his head with a swift, almost impatient tug. Perhaps in different circumstances he might have been more willing to put on a show, but by now he was raring to go. Because for all that he’d played up the flirty angle before, he was still a guy at the end of the day.

His pants soon joined his shirt on the floor and in moments the two alien beings were naked before each other. And while Jelara had no eyes, he could practically feel her gaze – and given she apparently used something similar to sonar, that wasn’t entirely impossible – as it roamed over his naked form. Especially his cock, as it stood ramrod straight out in front of him, all-but bobbing in time with his heartbeat.

“Very nice,” Jelara said as she stepped forward. “And it’s nice to see the rumors of human enthusiasm were not overstated.”

He twitched as her gel-like hand wrapped around his member, the sensation that had been warm on his chest now felt cool when compared to the heat of his shaft. Still, it felt incredible as her fingers trailed across it exploratorily.

Not content to simply observe – and recalling Sabine’s words on the subject – his own hands came up to touch the alien. Rather than leap straight to the inviting lushness of her chest, he first settled on her hips, marveling at the strange sensation of her flesh under his hands. Warm and so very alive, again he was reminded of jelly as he felt that if he pushed, he could sink his hands fully into it, only a thin film of something stopping that from happening already.

And for just a moment, he felt a pang of concern.

“Do, I, uh, need to be careful here? Now that you’re out of the suit?” he asked, keeping his touch light.

Jelara stopped in her own explorations of his genitals – her hands having strayed curiously to his balls in the meantime – to giggle.

“Not at all,” she said, and he suddenly felt a strange suction on his hands as they were pulled into her body up to the wrists. “The suit is less about protection and more about… ease of movement. While taking a humanoid form is easier for us with time and practice, it’s still akin to using a muscle. Wearing a shell or suit eases that strain in our day to day.”

“Huh,” he hummed, as he marveled in the strange sensation of being inside of the woman – in a way he certainly hadn’t anticipated being prior to now.

It was, in many ways,not unlike sticking his finger into someone’s mouth. Albeit, with his entire hand. Warm, wet, and with a slight amount of suction. There was even a ‘tonguing’ sensation as he felt the gel slide over and between his fingers in a clearly lascivious manner.

Forget ‘a’ tongue – it felt like multiple were working away at him. Each moving in concert with the others.

And he couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like on other parts of his anatomy.

Which had clearly been the alien’s intent, as her faux mouth twisted into a grin as she gently ‘pushed’ his hands out of her stomach.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she murmured, as she pressed her chest, ample breasts pillowing out as she trapped his member between their heated bodies. “Though this one hopes you know you’ll be ruined for other girls after this. Only Ulnus women will be able to satisfy this hot body.”

Personally, he doubted that. I sounded like ‘once you go black, you never go back’ with even less steps.

Still… he couldn’t deny the dirty talk made things hotter.

“Promises, promises,” he singsonged as he felt the Ulnus slid down his body, until her ‘face’ hovered over his waist.

“Oh, you’ll see.”

She shifted, and he groaned as she guided his cock between her breasts, pressing them together with her hands. Though he quickly noticed something else.

“Did you just go up a cup size?” he asked incredulously as he glanced down.

The alien giggled. “This one told you, we intend to ruin this human cock for other girls.”

Then she started moving, and he wasn’t too proud to admit, the sensation was unreal - as her gel molded to his cock, warm and slick. She moved slowly at first, her tits sliding up and down, the gel that made it up rippling with each stroke, tightening and loosening in a way that was only possible because of her shapeshifting abilities.

Mark’s hands had to grip the table behind him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she worked him, her movements clinically precise.

“Jel’ara,” he groaned, his voice hoarse, his hips twitching as the pleasure built. “Fuck, that’s-”

“Good?” she purred, her gel tightening around him, the vibrations intensifying, sending sparks of pleasure through his cock. “This one can feel you, Mark. Every twitch, every pulse. Inside and out.”

Indeed, he noticed she was almost moving in time with his heartbeat as her breasts squeezed tighter, speeding up as she sought to bring him to the edge. Soon enough, he felt his balls tighten, his cock throbbing with a need that only the alien below him could provide.

He felt his hips begin to thrust forward instinctively, chasing the pleasure.

“That’s right,” the Ulnus hummed. “Let that inner satyr out. Show me how much you love it.”

Mark’s head fell back, a low moan escaping him as she moved faster and faster, her breasts sliding up and down his shaft with deliberate intent. Gone was the clinical motion. Instead, she moved with an almost frantic intensity as she sought to milk him. He also noticed that her body was pulsing with a number of subtly different colors  - crimson, violet and indigo - each shift coming and going within moments of each other.

Whether because of that light show or just her increasingly obvious excitement, that was when he finally came - thick and white, his shaft erupted with his orgasm. However, rather than pull back as he might have expected, he gasped as Jelara slid forward, his cock sliding into her chest as her breasts pressed against his stomach.

In moments, he was spurting thick his white cum into her body itself.

It was… an incredibly arousing sight. Even ignoring the sheer pleasure of coming from the head of his cock as it was bathed by a cacophony of sensations from the alien’s ever-shifting insides, the sight of his white cum sliding though her blue core like a slowly forming spiderweb was…

Well, he’d apparently just discovered a new fetish.

He could do little but remain there, sending spurt after spurt forth into the alien’s body, before collapsing back onto the table.

To his surprise Jelara also collapsed back, her whole body vibrating in a way that suggested to him that he hadn’t been the only one who’d just enjoyed that particular act. At least, he hoped that was the case – and she’d not just had some kind of allergic reaction as a result of a hitherto undiscovered interaction between human and Ulnus biology.

Fortunately for him, it wasn’t a moment later before she spoke.

“Hmmmm, this one enjoyed that a lot,” she hummed, her chest still milky, with his release as she propped herself up on one arm. “Your semen also tastes significantly more pleasant than this one had been led to believe it would.”

As he watched, the white cloud that had formed within her began to recede, disappearing in much the same way the stew he’d seen her eat earlier had.

Which, he’d admit, was a little alarming to see. Given the power it suggested her digestive abilities possessed – and the fact that a rather important part of his anatomy had just been inside her. And thus theoretically also within ‘reach’ of those same digestive capabilities.

Of course, after a moment’s thought, he realized that it was little different from sticking your cock inside someone’s mouth – and within range of its many teeth.

All he had to do was trust that Jelara wouldn’t ‘bite down’ in much the same way he’d trust a human girl not to do the same.

“My thanks for the compliment,” he said lazily as he reclined on the cool surface of the table. “Though I’ll say you definitely seemed to enjoy that a lot more than a human girl would have.”

The Ulnus laughed, gazing up at him from her reclined position. “Why wouldn’t we? This one can shapeshift – and as such the location of our erogenous zones and reproductive organs are wherever we choose them to be.”

Huh, so he’d just gotten a combination of second and third base. Cool.

…Actually, did ‘just the tip’ really count as third base? That felt more like second and a half. He’d definitely not gone ‘balls deep’.

“You have organs?” he asked.

The alien nodded, tiredly reclining on the floor in much the same way he was on the table. “Not in a way a single unit like you would understand. Ulnus are much more… decentralized. Still, we are collections of cells that form similar roles to the organs in your own body. And some, like the reproductive cells, are sensitive in a similar way to a single unit’s sex organs.”

She paused, her ‘lips’ smirking at him. “They also respond quite positively to anything our minds identify as reproductive material. Regardless of whether that reproductive material is from another race – and thus completely incapable of being used by this one’s body for reproduction. Either way, this one thanks you for your rather spectacular finish.”

That was a lot of words to say that an Ulnus got as horny as a human at seeing alien sexy bits. And that their ‘vagina’ could be anywhere they wanted it to be.

“Any time,” he said casually, before sitting up properly. “Though I’m more than up for a repeat performance right now if you are.”

The sight of the Ulnus, sprawled out as she was, legs wide open, pouty pussy lips winking up at him, had certainly done a lot of work to revive his cock as it flared to life once more.

There was just… a casual unabashed sexuality about the pose. Made all the moreso by the fact that it clearly wasn’t intentional.

“Already?” Jelara gurgled, clearly surprised.

Mark grinned, his voice low and deliberate. “Well, us humans might not have evolved all the same fancy tricks you Ulnus have – but we do seemingly have one advantage over most of the other races in this universe.”

He slid off the table, his movements fluid, predatory as stepped toward her, his erection bobbing with each step. “Stamina. So get on the bed Jelara. I’m not done with you yet.”

Her form quivered, a faint red flush spreading through her gel as she registered his tone. For a moment, she seemed caught off guard, her confident femme fatale persona flickering.

But then she laughed, the sound melodic and teasing, as she rose up, hips rolling as she obliged him by sauntering over to the bed.

“Such a satyr,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him before sinking down onto the threadbare mattress of his cot. “The hypernet definitely wasn’t lying about human men.”

She sprawled out, legs invitingly open as she leaned back on her elbows. “Though this one can’t say that she minds. Show this one your human stamina.”

He didn’t hesitate. Drawing on Sabine’s lessons, he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between the Ulnus’s legs. He had little doubt she’d already repositioned her ‘reproductive organs’ to the right locations. And as his hands gripped her thighs, he marveled at the warm, pliable texture of her flesh under his palms.

He spread her legs wider, exposing the thick, pouty lips of her constructed pussy as it pulsed faintly with a myriad of colors – exposing her excitement as her insides shifted from blue to violet.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he murmured, as he aligned his cock with her entrance.

The lips of her ‘pussy’ parted slightly, as if inviting him in, and he pressed forward, the head of his shaft sinking into her warmth. Just as before, the sensation of her insides was unlike anything he’d felt before this night - slick, enveloping in a gentle suction that seemed to pull him deeper. As that happened, her gel molded to him, conforming to every ridge and vein, as if to create a perfect custom fit around his shaft.

“Ah,” he moaned in time with the alien’s own groan.

Just feeling it, the way her ‘pussy’ tightened around him, he found himself thinking that her earlier claims of no woman ever being able to compete with an Ulnus might have some small grain of truth to them.

It was a passing thought though, as he felt her legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper. “This one wants all of you.”

He gave it to her. Drawing on Sabine’s lessons, he began to thrust, slow and deliberate at first - letting her ‘erogenous zones’ feel every inch of him.

Her gel responded quickly, tightening and loosening in rhythm with his movements, as the two formed a tempo.

It was a strange symphony they created – two species that should have never met, yet were so compatible it boggled the mind.

He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of her as his chest pressed against her ample breasts. They yielded beneath him, soft and warm, her nipples – newly formed and likely purely decorative - hardened against his skin.

“You feel so good,” he grunted, picking up the pace.

His hips slammed forward, making her whole body ripple as he drove deeper. All the while, the slick heat of her pussy actively pulled at him with each thrust. The gel of her insides seemed to anticipate his movements, shifting about to maximize his pleasure. Tightening when he pulled back. Loosening when he pushed in.

God, it felt incredible.

And not just for him.

 “Mark… yes… harder…” the Ulnus gasped, her legs tightening around him urging him on.

Her hands roamed his back, as if using those to also try and pull him in.

He obliged.

His thrusts grew more aggressive, the bed creaking under them.

Sabine had taught him to read a partner’s body and it was clear that more was exactly what Jelara wanted. As she’d said earlier, she wasn’t delicate.

Indeed, as his pace grew, her body pulsed with new colors – deeper purples, greens and even a thin strand of yellow – as with each thrust he sent more and more ripples through her form.

He grabbed her hips, feeling his fingers begin to sink into her body as he angled to hit her deeper – feeling something, likely the nexus organ that served as her womb – pressing more and more against his cock the deeper he thrust.

One minute. Then two. Then ten. Thirty minutes later he was still going.

A feat he’d like to say he’d always been capable of, but this kind of self-control was a fairly recent change. One borne of Sabine’s more… interesting training methods.

One that had been more than a little uncomfortable at the time, but he was glad for now as he felt the alien literally melting beneath him – her body forming a small puddle beneath her.

“I… can’t…” she gasped, her voice breaking as he slammed into her, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the small room. “It’s too much…”

“Good,” he grunted, sweat beading on his brow.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Despite her exhaustion, her tongue met his, warm and slick, dueling with it with the same hunger as before.

For nearly an hour, he kept up the relentless pace, varying his rhythm to keep her on edge. He slowed when he felt her gel tighten too much, then slammed into her when she least expected it.

He loved the sounds she made. High pitched and inhuman. Almost like a bird call.

Yet despite her claims of it being too much, her legs never left his hips and she didn’t ask him to stop. And he had asked. Not least of all because he didn’t want to hurt her just to try and prove a silly point.

Instead, she’d only gripped tighter, her breasts bouncing with each thrust and the colors in her core flaring brighter with every fresh moan. Her objective now seemed less about being the ‘winner’ and more about staying in the game long enough for him to finish.

She’d gone through a few orgasms at this point. He’d learned what they looked like. Not least of all because they weren’t subtle. She’d basically lose her shape for a moment, her entire body going slack as a deep red would bloom in her torso.

Finally though, he heard it.

“I… I really can’t now…” Her voice was a desperate whine as she ‘stared’ plaintively up at him, her gel practically vibrating. “Please… I need it…”

He smirked – and was a little relieved – because the last few minutes it’d been all he could do to hold back his own release as his balls tightened further and further.

“As you wish,” he growled.

He shifted, ignoring her surprise as he hooked her legs over his shoulders, the new angle letting him hit even deeper. As he slid into her again, her pussy clenched around him, the suction almost unbearable, and she gurgled, her gel now vividly flashing gold.

“So hot!” she gasped.

The admittance from the normally hard as nails woman made his cock throb, the pressure hitting a breaking point.

Sending a quiet prayer of thanks to one incredibly sexy French woman, he slammed into the Ulnus one final time.

Their orgasms both hit like a tidal wave, as his cock pulsed, spilling his load deep into her in thick spurts of cum. It flooded through her body, painting the red, gold and blue white as well.

 Jelara gasped. “Ancestors!”

…And then she melted.

And it was all he could do not to scream and leap off her – his post-orgasmic joy evaporating like snow in an oven as he stared down at the blue puddle that had once been his bedmate.

It didn’t help that he could still see where his cum was swirling in her - like cream in coffee.

“Jelara?!” He hissed, staring down at her while his heart raced, watching some of her… dribble down the side of the bead. “Are you okay? Did I… hurt you? Should I call an ambulance?”

As much as he was desperate for a response, he did jump a little when the… puddle spoke.

“This one is fine. Just… tired,” the woman in question responded, her tone tinged with soft melodic laughter as her ponytailed head seemed to ‘rise up’ from the center of the mass. “A pursuit hunter indeed... this one can definitely say this was a first…”

He exhaled, relief flooding him, as he ran a hand through his hair. “Jesus, you scared me.”

“Our apologies,” the Ulnus responded. “Though we did warn you that maintaining our form is not unlike tensing a muscle. And you rather thoroughly rode us to exhaustion.”

He laughed, moving to sit on the bed as part of the puddle receded from the spot. “Yeah, I suppose I got a little carried away.”

“This one wasn’t complaining,” the Ulnus said hastily. “If anything, we are… embarrassed that we have… lost control in such a way.”

Even as he watched, her ‘body’ was slowly beginning to reform. As it did, he allowed himself to once more lie down on the bed, and soon enough he was staring back at Jelara once more.

“Embarrassed enough that you don’t want a repeat?”

She seemed to freeze, her legs only partway restored. When she spoke again, it was hesitant. “R-right now? This one is not averse to the future, perhaps in a few hours, but for the moment-”

He laughed, cutting off her panicked babbling. “Uh, no. I think you managed to thoroughly drain me for the moment. I was speaking in a… general sense.”

Not entirely true. He was a young and fit guy after all. If need be, he knew he could pump out a third shot.

Still, he had to allow his neighbor to be able to leave with some pride. She’d be able to claim that even if he’d exhausted her, she’d managed to ‘finish’ him in the end.

Indeed, he had to stifle further giggles as he literally watched her entire body untense. “Ah, then yes. This one would like that. Very much. That experience was… well, it is worth belaboring the point that for once the hypernet was not exaggerating the ‘human experience’.”

“Glad to hear it,” he murmured as he rolled onto his side, feeling the first hints of sleep beginning to wash over him.

As he did though, he felt something press against his back, while something else, warm and jelly-like, wrapped around his chest.

He didn’t mind.

It was warm.

And soft.