FSE

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From the rooftops on high, in the cold air, she watched. Who she was looking for, was the question. From the highest point in this small mountain town, she watched all the people down below, as they went about their business. Most were easy to read, easy to smell. They weren't right. Some, at first, seemed more suitable. But an inkling in the back of her mind told her otherwise. And so she held off on her advances. She needed to remain hidden. Hidden from other people who were looking for her.

But as she turned over her hands covered in gloves and a winter coat to maintain the ease of blending in, she wondered, who was she? On the outside, she was Human. But inside, she was so much more. And the instincts, how they lapped at her heels and gnawed at her. But she was different. She didn't know how, but she had heard the voices talking, when she was young. She was different from the others. They had said intelligent, logical. She still wasn't sure what that meant about her. But she knew one thing for certain. The simple desire to find a partner was always there, calling to her. She did not want anything else. She didn't need anything else.

She shook her head as she realized that she was changing again. Her true eyes had revealed themselves. That was not necessary, especially when she needed to remain hidden. But, suddenly, she found him. There, at the edge of town by the gas station. The first time she had encountered him, she knew. She could see it. She could smell it. And right then and there she almost let herself go. But she couldn't do that. Which was why she watched him.

The man was hardly ever seen around the town, which lead her to believe that he did not reside in it. If she were to have any chance at all of getting close to him, she needed to know where he lived. And now it looked like this was her chance. Now was the time to move. Staying low on the horizon, she looked over the edge of the rooftop, to the next one. She could make that. Without hesitation she leapt down from her perch and landed on the roof below, breaking off into a sprint across the old shingles. If she didn't catch him now, she would have to wait another few months for him to come back. And that wasn't an option. She grew restless just thinking about it.

Gaining speed, she traveled over the rooftops, jumping from one to the other as she hurtled over streets to close the gap on the gas station. She had a plan. She was already familiar with the man's vehicle, an old truck with a wide bed that always had something in it. She could likely stow away in the back of it, under the tarps and wrappings. And then, she saw him, coming out of the gas station with bags and bags of supplies. Now was her chance!

Stopping on the roof of the building overlooking the gas station, she looked around, thinking. She couldn't just make the jump to the truck below. She needed to appear relatively normal about things. Running back across the roof, she looked over the side. Pure concrete, and an alleyway down below. That was better. Taking off one of her winter gloves, she watched as her hand shifted to her true form. Green chitenous skin that was tough but malleable, with hints of what lay underneath it inside of her. Claws that where as sharp as steel shot out from her fingertips.

Taking one look over the side, she leaned down over the side, and punched her hand into the concrete. And with an agile leap, she cartwheeled over, and let her body drag her down the side of the building. Pain traveled up her hand as she slid down, and suddenly, her fingernails and tips were gone, and she fell the rest of the way down below into the alley. Looking at her hand, which had been torn to near shreds by the concrete, she watched as in only a few seconds it began regenerating. She smiled. Nothing a pocket couldn't hide. Brushing herself off and running a hand through her short hair to smooth things out, she walked down the alley and around the corner of the building. If she had done things right, she would have enough time to slip onto the truck unnoticed.

The spines on her back quivered, threatening to emerge as she rounded the corner to the gas station, seeing that she was indeed correct. This was exciting to her.

With some measure of satisfaction, she sat in the back of the truck now, scrunched up and compact, as she had successfully snuck under the tarps containing various food supplies. It was easy. She had approached in a discreet manner, as he piled everything into the back, and as he left to step into his vehicle, she stayed low and kept to his blind spot, as she quickly slipped onto the truck bed.

And now here she was, on the road to finding out where he lived. She closed her eyes as visions of the two of them entwined visited her. They were powerful, an aching need to make them a reality that lapped at her mind, and just barely, she came back to things. She needed to remain hidden for the time being. There would be time for that later. Her face shifted back into that of a human, as she calmed herself down. The ride would continue for some time, until she felt the decrease of the old truck's speed and eventually, it pulled over to a complete stop. Something was wrong.

The door creaked open and shut as the weight of the truck shifted as the man stepped out, and boots scuffed on the road towards the back of the truck. Suddenly, the tarp was lifted and sunlight filled her vision, as the man leaned over her. He spoke gruffly and sharp.

"Why are you following me?"

Her mind went blank as she stared at his face, more visions assaulting her, affirming that without a doubt, he was the right one. The man walked around back to his truck, opening up his door quickly before pulling a weapon out from the backseat. He walked around to the back once more, as he pumped the weapon once.

"You tell me why you're following me here and now."

The insistence in his voice brought her back, as her mind scrambled to think of something.

"I just needed a ride out of town."

The man held the weapon up.

"Number one, you could have asked. Number two, this road goes only to one place and everybody around here knows that. And number three, I know when I'm being followed. Get out of the truck. Now."

Options ran through her mind as the man held the weapon up at point blank. He wasn't joking around. If he attacked her, she'd have to defend herself. And she might kill him in the process. If she tried to move any other way other then out of the truck, he'd likely shoot. There was only one way out. Stepping out of the truck, she set her feet down on the road, and stood, keeping her hands up above her head. The man nudged his weapon.

"Now back off down the road a bit."

She faced him the entire way, and watched as he made his way back to the driver side of the truck. No, she was going to lose him if she didn't do something!

"You can't leave me out here like this! I'll freeze!"

The man opened up the door to his truck, and held it open briefly.

"I don't care. Besides, if you haven't frozen to death yet by now, obviously you'll do fine for a little bit longer."

The man closed his door, and started up his truck, making for the road without so much as even taking a glance back at her, travelling around a bend in the road and vanishing through the trees. She stomped her foot on the ground, her face flushing through appearances as she stood there. No. She wouldn't lose him. He had said this road went to only one place. Maybe she still could catch him. Looking at the woods around her, she began wading into the snow filled ditch, making for the trees. She could still catch him if she hurried.

Letting her true form free, she proceeded to climb the first tree she found and began leaping to the next, staying close enough to the road to follow along the path. In this way she was able to cover ground much faster than trying to run through the snow and ice, and as she pushed herself to go faster and faster, she eventually caught sight of where the man was going. A small airport. Everything made sense to her now. He didn't live here. Just used it as a temporary stop.

The knowledge that she may lose him completely spurred her on to move, faster and harder through the trees without care, as she began tearing up her clothes in the process and even injuring herself on some of the tougher landings. None of it mattered. If she couldn't catch him, then something told her she'd never find him again.

By the time she emerged from the woods out onto open ground, the sun was setting. But she had made it to the small landing strip. She didn't know what she was going to do just yet, but relief filled her when she found the man's truck parked outside. Doing her best to stay out of sight, she approached the strip to see airplanes, small ones lined up and parked. But through the identical sea of planes, her eyes picked up movement. The man was piling things into the back of a plane.

She rushed out of sight and climbed up the side of the closest building, and sat on the rooftop, watching him. How could she follow him now? And then she spotted it. Thick landing cushions that the plane could use to land on water or ice. She could use those. Grapple onto one and stow away once more. That was her best shot.

As the sun set and the man piled the last of his things into the plane, he started it up, pulling it along until it was straight along the runway. As the man stepped into the plane, she sprang into action. Now was her chance. He wouldn't see her in the low light from the back. Leaping down onto the runway she broke off into a full sprint as fast as she could go, as the plane began to roll forward along the runway. Physically breathing heavily in the cold air as pushed as far as she could go, she found herself alongside the plane, and reached out with one of her hands onto the landing gear, pulling herself up onto it, quickly clinging to anything she could.

Another wave of satisfaction passed over her, but she steadied her head as she watched the tree lines pass by in a blur and felt the wind howl through her short hair. She was resistant to cold. But even this would be a challenge for her. Looking down at her pants and boots, she pulled up her feet as close as she could, realizing that they had been torn up to merely rags as she had leapt through the woods with abandon. Even her coat was ripped and torn in places. It would be a challenge. But she'd overcome worse in attempts at escape, not so long ago.

The sun set as the plane lifted off and left the dark landscape below.

Layers of ice coated the edges of her hair and face, and her hands remained wrapped around her holdings, nearly frozen in place. But in the early dawn of the far north which she was traveling to, relief filled her as she saw the simple little runway, marked out for planes of this type. The airplane descended lower and lower, beginning to slow down, as the wind was replaced with heavy snowfall. She knew she couldn't stay on the plane for much longer, but it would be easy to follow in the man's tracks with all the fresh snowfall.

As the plane descended, she watched the ground approach, lower and lower, until she saw her opportunity. The very start of the snowbanks outside the landing strip would be good enough. Mustering her strength, she broke free of her frozen bindings and stiffness, and without hesitation, jumped. The fall was long, even from this height, and she impacted the ground hard. But her body had already begun to regenerate, as she leaned upright, smiling as she watched the plane land. This far out of the way, that man would be all hers, with no threat of interruption, or even detection. Instinct clawed at her once more, as all the wondrous ideas of just what she would do gripped her.

Putting them aside, she stood up, keeping her figure low. For now came the fun part. Stalking the man right to his home. There would be time for what her instincts yearned for later.

After the man had unloaded his plane, and packed everything onto a sled, he hooked it up to a snowmobile, and went thundering off into the woods. She gave chase, slowly at first, but then picked up the trail that he had left. The tracks he left in the snow would vanish quickly, but in the cold still of the air, the smell of oils and machinery wouldn't. And with more care, she followed the trail, for miles of forest, growing thicker the deeper she went.

For another day, with more caution than abandon, she followed the trail. She stalked through the woods now, under the darkness of night, and at last, found the trail to its end. Deep in the woods, nestled in a small clearing, sat a small log house, lights coming through the windows and shining into the clearing. Climbing lower down the trees, she peered through the windows, watching the man as he leaned back against a couch, his feet propped up against a table, as he read a book of some kind.

Now came a dilemma. She knew this man was the right one. But how to go about things? Her instincts clawed at her now. She could easily smash through the wooden door, and take what she so desperately wanted. But for some reason, that didn't seem fair to her. After hunting this man for so long, she felt like he deserved more. After all, he was her partner. She knew what the word meant. Partners participated in shared exchanges as best they could. But how could she possibly approach the man without aggression?

Perhaps, just maybe, if she tried the honest approach. This human being did not seem fond of others, and obviously went out of his way to avoid them as much as possible. He knew she was lying in the truck. But, then again, she was on his home territory. No doubt, he would rush to defend it if she revealed her presence. Again, once more, instincts tugged at her. But she put them aside. She was going to try an honest approach.

Falling to the ground gently, she approached the cabin, staying out of sight from the windows, as she crept up to the door. Holding her hand up to the door, she knocked, three times. Immediately, she heard scuffling inside as the man reacted. Sliding herself away from the door to be safe, she decided to speak.

"It's me. From your truck."

Silence greeted her, as the man spoke from inside.

"I don't know how you followed me here, or how you even found me, but I'll give you 10 seconds to get the fuck off my property."

The man started counting down from 10.

"I'm not here to hurt you! I followed you here because you're the right one!"

The man paused.

"The right one what?"

She stuttered briefly, trying to explain what she meant. Explaining how she knew it based off instinct was difficult.

"You just are. You have to trust me. Please, I didn't come here to hurt you. If I wanted to kill you, I could have back on the road."

More silence, before the man spoke once more.

"Where are you from?"

The question put her off guard. She didn't know. She wasn't even sure what she was.

"America, I think."

"What state?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I don't. I don't know where I was born."

The man had upturned his table, and was leaning against it with the barrel of his shotgun poked over. How in the hell could she not know where she was from? A lot of questions were going through his head right now. But he was stumped. She didn't sound like any kind of hit man from the cartels or mob bosses or anything like it. And for that matter, how could she possibly find him so far up here without taking a plane? She was here only a day after he had landed. He would have seen a plane in the sky if she did. Against his better judgment, he was going to listen. It was stupid, and maybe even insane, but this woman was for lack of a better term, strange.

"Okay, I'm coming out. If I see a weapon of any kind I'll shoot."

Going over to his door, he opened it slowly, gun drawn first, until he had opened it up in full. Out in the clearing of his house, stood the woman. Identical to the time he had first seen her. The very same clothes, but torn to bits and pieces save for her coat. She was standing in her bare feet outside in weather that would freeze skin in only minutes of exposure. Yet there was no ice to be found across her features. Her short brown hair looked exactly as it did before, and her eyes were a striking green as she watched him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The only words that he could muster were,

"What are you?"

The woman shrugged.

"I don't know."

With what was standing before him, her answer almost seemed to make sense. But he realized that she wasn't here to hurt him. And, regardless of things, she had to have been cold in some respects.

"Here, get in here, it's freezing outside."

He watched as a smile lit up her features and she came walking over to him. By the time he realized that the smile was her tell of sorts, it was too late and she was already too close. His weapon was loose in his grip, and she batted it aside. But rather than do anything hurtful, she closed the gap, and wrapped her arms around him, closing the door behind her. Her green eyes looked into his with something primal in them as she spoke.

"Ooooh, do you know how long I've waited for this?"

He struggled, still sure that she was going to try something, but was trapped in her arms. She was much, much stronger than she looked. Before he could say anything else, she hungrily wrapped her lips around his. His mind was running circles around itself. He didn't know what was going on, or what who it was going on with. And then something invaded his mouth. Past his lips, long and flexible, it wrapped itself around his tongue. Her own? The woman on top of him was intense in her actions, wanting to be as close to him as possible. But as sudden as her intrusion was, she pulled back and away from his lips, her tongue being the very last thing to go with her. She sighed with relief, as she closed her eyes briefly in obvious joy, before she looked into his once more.

"You see? You're the right one."

He was still wrapped up in her arms, completely powerless. He shook his head.

"Lady, I don't understand. I must be insane. This can't be real!"

The woman's eyes seemed to flash, as she watched him, biting her lip.

"You don't need to understand. All you have to do is feel."

She unwrapped one of her arms from him, placing it up against his chest for emphasis. Gentle at first, but almost like she was bi-polar, she ran her fingernails down his chest, and tore into his shirt, drawing blood. There was enough leverage that he slipped free of her grip, and backed up, stumbling over his table onto the floor. He was genuinely frightened right now. This woman set off every alarm inside of him and told him to run. But he had nowhere to go. Especially now since the woman was extremely quick to climb over top of him and pin him. She smiled at him, brushing a hand across his cheek.

"You don't like people. I know that. You live far away from them all. But you must get lonely, right? I'll give you all the company you could ever need."

He blinked, shaking his head. He'd never been so lost in his life before.

"I don't understand! You don't even make any sense! Who are you!? Who do you work for!?"

The woman continued to smile.

"Oh I don't work for anybody. But I can show you who I am! Want to see?"

He really had no other choice. Maybe he could make sense of things if he knew who she was. But she hardly seemed in the condition to bring up paperwork or anything identifying her. She watched him continuously, but leaned up, raking her fingers across his chest.

"You just stay right there, and watch."

The woman grabbed her coat, and ripped it off completely, revealing nothing but her naked body underneath. She watched him with a smile, and suddenly, her eyes flashed, and shifted, changing from the eyes of a human, to.... something else. He watched in stunned silence as her entire body began to shift and alter, to that of something not human. Green skin, that was smooth and glossy, and looked tough. But it was vaguely transparent, showing hints of something underneath it. Her short hair was gone as well, replaced with solid looking spines that matched its appearance completely. From her back four elongated spines emerged and quivered, as her body stopped, and at last, she looked down to the man underneath her, who was speechless. She smiled.

"I showed you mine. Now you show me yours!"

Leaning down against him, she brought her face close to his, stopping just inches away.

"No more talking either. I just want you."

Using her sharp claw like fingernails, she ripped through the entirety of the man's shirt, stopping to admire his physique. Yes, he was the right one for sure. She raked her hands across his chest, before looking farther down, at what remained of his clothes. He wouldn't be needing those for long.

He was completely at a loss for anything. This woman, this thing, whatever she was, had been hunting him this whole time. He didn't know what to do. Escape was impossible now. And as he watched her tear through every last shred of clothing he wore, fighting was out of the question. Looking over her body, he could tell that it was made for fighting as much as it was for anything else. The glossy, tough green skin that reminded him of some kind of bug looked almost mechanical, engraved in strange patterns, had many dangerous looking, sharpened points across it.

Even her eyes, inhumanly green, matched her dangerous appearance. But in the danger of it all, was the distinct features of a woman. Even before she had assaulted him, it could be noted that she was easily well shaped and defined. As if made to be so attractive. His thoughts were shattered as she leaned down and brought her lips up to his once more. With no hesitation the same long winding tongue invaded him. The shock and fright of it all was starting to wear down, as he looked into her eyes. If she was here to hurt him, she would have done it by now. All he had left was to see how everything played out.

Reveling at the chance to finally embrace and entwine herself with the one she had hunted for so long, she took great joy in coming so close to him. Pushing her mouth up aggressively to his, and the rest of her body if she could, her instincts tugged at her now. Now was the time to begin. Grinding her hips against his, she felt the reaction from him that excited her, as she unwound her tongue from his and parted briefly, moaning. Now was the moment. Lining herself up with his member, she slid downwards without hesitation, and wrapped her arms around his neck as she began kissing him once more.

It was perfect. He was perfect. Leaning back, and pulling the man up with her into a sitting position, she stopped briefly, keeping her lips and tongue entwined with his as she watched his eyes with a deep lust that bordered on hunger. She wrapped her legs around his back, keeping him close. And then, she felt it. The man had reached out, slowly, cautiously, and gripped the spines along her back. The lust inside her only grew from the contact, even if it was simple, and cautious. He was starting to warm up to her now.

As her instincts clawed at her again, she began twisting and grinding her hips over top of him as she bounced, slowly. The pleasure that rippled up her spine caused her spike like protrusions to shudder, and the man relinquished his touch. That was not such a good place for them. But she knew what would be. Unwrapping her hands from around his neck, she reached out, and clasped his. He didn't fight her, and watched her closely. Through the blinding instincts that assaulted her, she let out something of a giggle, partially in her human vocals. He was cute in this unsure position.

She led his hands across her body, tracing her sides along the curves of her hips, until his hands rested on the underside of her legs, across the smooth chitenous skin that formed the supple shape of her ass. She smiled. That was better. Resuming the swaying and bucking of her hips, as she pulled him tightly against herself with her legs, she noted that slowly, the man began to use his own arms to help lift her and give more of a satisfying rhythm to her movements.

Fear still ran rampant in him. No longer the fear of being discovered, or tracked down after all these years. But fear of what he was doing. This.... creature..... this woman over top of him, something inhuman, was riding him. What was disturbing to him, was that it felt good. It felt more than good. It was intoxicating even. The show displayed in front of him was alluring. It was alien, and inhuman, but the woman on top of him was built for this. Every curve of her body could not possibly be shaped to any more perfection. Every motion as she rode him, every bounce of her breasts, and every shape and curve of her body was perfect.

And the warmth that emanated from her insides, as they accepted him without resistance, and tugged and pulled, wanting to please, was quickly eroding his resistance. This creature, this alien, had hunted him, tracked him down, and was now fucking him because she wanted to. She was enjoying it, watching him, playing with him, as her body worked wonders on him. And then, there, in the back of his mind, was something small. Maybe, just maybe, he wanted her to enjoy herself. And maybe, he was starting to wonder just what could be done with her alien body.

She could feel it coming. The man's body shuddered and she felt it on his breath as she leaned her forehead down against his. He was almost to the end. Her instincts tugged at her, almost driving her mad, as she sought that end. Bucking her hips and using her insides, contracting muscles and pulling on his member, she urged things along desperately. And, in reaction to the closing few seconds, she pulled him close, her elongated nails digging into his back, and the tendrils that resided in her chest slipped out, ensnaring themselves around him, keeping him trapped. In the final moments, she closed her legs tight, and bucked her hips one last time, moaning into the man's mouth as her arrived at his climax.

Her body wanted this. Needed it. And it milked him for everything, her muscles helping to coax every last drop from him. Her body tensed, frozen in place as everything was milked from him, and then, she could feel it starting. The process of which her body yearned for. Making more of her kind. And slowly, things began to fade. Her sexual high began to wind down, and she herself began to slow. She would rest in brief slumber for a time, as her body needed much energy to create life so fast. But as her limbs went limp, she felt the man beneath her catch her fall. She would be in good hands. And when she awoke, she would join with him again. Oh how it would be beautiful. He was all hers.

Time had passed by in a blur, and it was only now as he came down from his high, and the strange being over top of him relinquished her grasp on him, that he realized it was late into the night. The fire in the fireplace was only mere embers, and the simple oil lamps he used for light had long ago burnt out. It seemed like after everything, the alien woman had burnt out, and had fallen asleep peacefully. Now would be his chance to leave if there ever were one.

But he mused on the afterglow of what he had just shared with this strange being. All this time, she had followed him for one purpose, like an obsession. It could almost be called love. She didn't want to hurt him, that much was clear by now. As he set her down on the thick carpet near the fireplace, he couldn't help but look over her form. Surely, when she woke, this would all happen again if he didn't leave. But did he want to? This woman, in all of her frighteningly alien features, wanted only pleasure with him. Was that so bad? Was that so wrong?

Over the years since he'd gone into hiding, he'd avoided contact with people as much as possible. There were powerful men out there that would scour the earth to find him for what he'd done. They likely still did. And they had eyes and ears everywhere. Suddenly, everyday people around him became potential enemies and threats. But strangely enough, this woman, whatever she was, in her inhumanness, her primal instinct driven actions, was more comforting than anyone he'd ever met. And he wanted to go there again. He wanted to feel that again.

Laying down on the soft floor behind her, being careful of the jagged spines that traveled up the contours of her back, he pressed himself against her backside, wrapping his arms around her. He wanted to touch that strange skin of hers again. Hard and smooth, yet oddly flexible, etched with strange patterns and sharp edges like the wires of some machine. Running his hands across the smooth orbs of her breasts, and her hips, it didn't take long for him to fall into another rut of pleasure. Even if she was sleeping, she wouldn't mind, right?

In the distant fog of things, she dreamed. Dreamt of her young life. Glass and white. Confinement and containment. The talks of those around her. They had tried something different. Tried playing with the genetic structure. Removed things. What did they remove? Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she felt the stirrings of life, being created in her own body. It was what she wanted right?

Her kind would spread, to every corner, following in the path of their instincts, like she had. That was a good thing. She was supposed to be doing this. But then, something crossed her mind. What about him? What would happen to him? If her kind spread to every corner, then, one day, another female might find him. Covet him, want him. And her instincts wouldn't let that happen. He was hers and hers alone. And she would protect him and fight for him, against anything that wanted otherwise.

As she thought about it, she began to think more. Maybe.... Making more of her kind was a bad idea. If she wanted to keep him, forever, then the best way would be to just keep things like they were now. If she did that, he would be hers, without question or worry. She liked that idea. And there was still time too. She was the master of her own body. She could halt the process, stop it dead in its tracks, and go inactive. Yes, that was good. She wanted that. He'd be hers alone forever.

Against the dim embers of the fire, the man felt her stir. He slowed down his advances as his hands roamed across her body, as she continued to stir, until her eyes opened once more. In the dim light, they adjusted quickly, and she felt the man behind her, having wrapped his arms around her. He leaned in close, as she stirred, brushing a hand across the spine like locks that passed for her short hair, speaking quietly.

"Still here."

She withdrew the spines along her backside, rolling over to face him, as she wrapped one of her legs over his hips. She smiled, wrapping her arms around him.

"I like that. I like you."

The man chuckled.

"I think.... I like you too."

He pushed his face closer, up to her lips, taking the initiative. She responded in kind without any hesitation, extending her long tongue, wrapping it around his. She broke off from the kiss, as the man spoke, his heart rate rising.

"I want more. Can you do that?"

She extended her long tongue, letting it slide down his chest, feeling the shudder from him as she did it, before pulling it back in.

"I want more too. Can you keep up?"

The man chuckled.

"I'll try. Do you..... have a name?"

She thought on it, through a haze of distant memories. The one word that kept coming up over and over.

"Xen, I think."

The man nodded.

"I'm Michal."

Xen pulled him close, pressing her body up against his, smiling.

"Hmmmm, you smell like a Michal. Kiss like one too."

Xen pressed her lips up to his once more.

6 Months Later

Michal drove through the snow on his snow mobile, past bushes and scrub, carrying behind him another heavy load of supplies that he would use over the next few months. He was eager to come home. Xen was incredibly insistent that she come with him, and it was a miracle that he had gotten her to stay behind. Although his trips were short, maybe a week at the most, the time away from Xen always made him realize how used he was to her. How used he was to being with her, every night.

But it was exciting for him too. Over the last few months, Xen's non-human factor had begun to vanish from his mind. And as it did, new windows opened, for both of them. He had quickly learned that Xen learned things very fast, and despite his first introduction to her, she was more than just an alien goddess. She had an odd sense of humor, and a quirky, if not somewhat demanding personality. One of his favorite things about her was her smiles. When something went her way, the look in her eyes, and the smile that crossed her features made him love her even more.

And of course, he was used to being close to her at all times. Any trip away from her left him feeling lonely. But it gave him ideas. Xen approached sex casually, easily, and hungrily. But she was, for the most part, simple minded about it. And he was okay with that. With her, no matter what she did, it was incredible. But as he got to know her, and her body, special doors opened up for him that he had never dreamed about. Her long prehensile tongue was amazing for a lot of things. The natural, chitin like heels that formed on the bottom of her clawed feet made for creative usage in unique positions, as did other parts of her body. And tonight, as he came home, a new idea graced his thoughts. Naturally, she would want to spend time with him, all night tonight once he got back. At first, the idea would have seemed incredibly disgusting to him before. But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to try it. Xen might even like it too.

As the sun set and the air became colder, he passed by trees down the familiar trail to his home, and soon entered the clearing of which his small cabin sat nestled. He parked the snowmobile under his shelter, and stepped off. He could offload everything tomorrow. Excitement filled him as he stepped closer to the door, and opened it, to his small dwelling, warm and bright with light, a stark contrast to the darkness outside. Xen was up instantly, and crossed the room with quick strides in her human form. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.

"I missed you."

Michal returned the gesture back.

"I missed you too. Thought about you every day."

Xen smiled.

"Me too."

She distinctly bit her lip, as she clasped his hands and led him off further into his home.

"Come on, let's get you out of all that snow gear. I'll show you what it means to be warm."

Michal smiled. He had no doubt about that at all.

As he stripped down from his outside snow gear, Xen made time for small talk, asking how things went, and told him about what she did while he was away. Most of all, she was insistent on asking if other women had approached him. Of course, he had always said no. And it was true for the most part. But by now he had learned of how protective she was. He had met a bear out in the woods once, and Xen had shown a side of herself he hoped he'd never have to see around other people. But those thoughts were brushed aside as Xen began removing more than just his snow gear, and had already long since removed the simple clothes she wore around him. Now wasn't the time for talk anymore.

Michal was pushed down against the couch, as Xen's form changed to that of her true one, and she began straddling his hips as she started to slide down against him, when he reached out to stop her.

"Hold on a minute Xen. You remember the nights when we do something interesting right?"

She looked down at him with her green eyes, her narrow slits watching him.

"Yes."

"I want to try something tonight."

Xen continued to slide her body down against his.

"But I like doing things normally. I've waited all week for you to come back."

Michal nodded.

"I know. But this won't take very long. I just want to try something. Afterwards we can do things like regular, right?"

Xen's brows furrowed, as she made a face across her features, akin to a pout.

"Kiss on it?"

Michal nodded. Xen smiled as she lowered herself down to his level, and extended her tongue out. This exchange had long since become familiar to him, commonplace among just about everything he did. But the twisting and teasing nature of Xen never grew old. Xen broke the kiss, and pulled back, sitting on his lap. Michal nodded.

"Okay. Sit on your knees on the floor."

Xen slid off the couch and sat on her knees, as Michal stood. She looked up to him, another look in her eyes.

"You want me to use my tongue again?"

Michal shook his head.

"We're doing something better. I think you'll like it too."

Xen shrugged.

"What is it?"

Michal leaned down, and whispered up against the side of her head. Xen looked up inquisitively.

"I never tried that before. That's new."

Michal nodded.

"But you feel good there right? You love it when I put my hands there."

Xen nodded. Michal smiled. He really hoped it worked. With one hand, he cupped one of Xen's breasts, fondling it and teasing it as he worked his way to the middle with his fingers, until her circled around her nipple. Xen gasped at the attention, as Michal worked everything to perfection, and suddenly, the tendril inside shot out, looking for something to grasp.

Xen reached out, and grasped Michal's member, pulling it close. The tendril coiled around it, easily coaxing a gasp from him. Xen began teasing her own neglected breast, as the second tendril shot out and coiled around her hand. She looked up to Michal.

"Are you sure?"

He simply nodded. Xen worked the muscles in her chest cavity and began retracting the tendrils. The first thing to enter was two of her fingers in one of her breasts. They slid past the opened entrance, and into the warm confines with ease. The reaction was instant. Xen had never done this before. But her tendrils, and her breasts, were sensitive. And as her fingers eased inside, her mouth hung open as something completely new washed over her. Shock and pleasure at the same time, for never having done this before, when it felt so good.

Michal smiled as he lay witness to his strange idea coming into play, and through Xen's obvious moans and gasps, he knew this was going to be good. The tendril around his member pulled the tip of it to her breast, and squeezed somewhat harder, as it pulled, and with some effort, he slid in. The two of them moaned together, as the new sensation gripped them completely. Xen's tendril pulled harder, coaxing more of his member further along.

To Michal, it was so strange. But so incredible as well. He was closer to her core now, and the warmth inside was amazing, mixed with the writhing's of the tendril wrapped around him, and the soft, malleable squishiness of her breast. Xen was also taking things a step further, and slid her tongue into her neglected side, using her fingers and her prehensile organ to please herself. Before he knew it, these new sensations were overpowering, and it wouldn't be long before he reached his peak. He tried to pull out, but Xen's tendril only gripped him harder, as she looked up to him after removing her tongue, an expression of pleasure overridden with a determination on her face.

"Leave it there. I want you to."

The tendril pulled harder and he slid farther in, sending a visible shudder across her spines. The action sparked something in Michal, and he wanted more. He pulled his hips back, and with satisfaction, the tendril pulled back, creating a somewhat awkward rhythm between the two. Xen was just as pre-occupied with pleasuring herself in the same manner.

With only a few more thrusts of tug of war, Michal was reaching the very end of his rope, and Xen, who was doubling the pleasure for herself with her own invading tongue and fingers, had reached the peak of her sexual high. Xen's body shuddered, the ripple causing the tendril around Michal to release and tighten its grip, which in turn sent him over the edge. Originally, he just wanted to try things out and pull out if he got close, but Xen's inner workings were too much, and with great pleasure, he let loose inside. Xen let out a long moan as she felt everything, going slack as the two reached their peaks and then ended.

Michal stood, breathing heavily as the tendril unwound itself from around him, and he pulled out, slowly, watching as with one last ripple of pleasure as the end of his member slid out with resistance, exciting Xen as well. She retracted her fingers, and let her tongue slide out slowly, as the openings of her breasts closed, reforming the nipple like buds. Michal sat down on the couch, and Xen slid up slowly, pulling herself up tightly against him.

A hush fell over the two for a time, as they simply rested, basking in the experience of what they had just tried. Michal was amazed that it had worked. Xen was shocked that she never even tried anything like it before now. As the darkness set in around them, and the only light was the glow of the fire in the fireplace, Michal was the first to speak.

"I know your weak spot now. I'm going to tease you for it."

Xen moaned, sliding her tongue across his chest.

"I want more."

Michal chuckled.

"Think you can keep up?"

Michal watched the spark in Xen's alien eyes, and the smile across her lips, as she pushed him down onto the couch.

"Only if you can."

Michal traced his hands across her features, up to her head, as he pulled Xen down and kissed her. He knew that smile. Things were going exactly like she wanted. He thought on it too.

This was exactly what he wanted too.