Chapter 3 #2
He let out a noise that was positively pornographic as his eyes rolled up and his eyelids fluttered and his hands returned to my back, fingers flexing against me, gripping at me as his hips lifted up off the wall and pressed into me.
Then, just as suddenly, his body relaxed again, all signs of the impact of my touch vanishing. I stilled my hand as I frowned up at him.
This was what I needed information on.
This was where the power resided.
"What was that?" I demanded.
"What was what?" he responded.
"You're hot and cold," I said. "One moment you're reacting to me, the next it's like I'm not even here."
"That is a normal reaction for a human ma-" he stared.
"Enough of that," I said. "You aren't fooling anyone. I'm not going to fight you. You're in no danger from me. Leave it raw."
"Raw?" he asked, a strain in his voice.
The phrase must not have translated well, so I tried another one.
"Stop wrapping the word. Say it exactly as it is," I said, holding his gaze.
"I'm not a human," he said.
"Yes, I know," I said as I strengthened my diaphragm, lifting up from my lower core and engaging the full length of my transversus abdominis, and put every inch of my willpower into the command in my voice.
"But that isn't what I want to know. Tell me what causes you to go from this," I ran my fingernails along the back of his neck again, and he let out another groan and a shudder.
I finished the end of my sentence as those reactions vanished. "…to this? What causes that change?"
"It is the result of my biological suppression implant activating automatically," he said. "I've never had it trigger so many times before. It is uncomfortable."
These alien males were medicated to keep them from being susceptible to the wiles of women. If I was able to trigger his implant a bunch of times in a row, would I be able to overload it? What would it do to him if I kept going?
Clearly something bad, as they kept us locked away from the crew.
I licked my lips, and his gaze darted down.
It was time to keep testing so I could find what I was looking for.
That being thought, he wasn't behaving in a hostile manner.
He hadn't attacked me or any of the group, and though he was a part of the crew that was keeping us penned up, I hadn't directly observed anything he had done that was worth violating his basic rights.
He had his hands on me, but only after I had literally pinned him against the wall with my own body.
For my own sense of ethics, I needed a better form of consent than just not physically resisting my onslaught of sensuality.
"Can I trigger it some more?" I asked.
The look in his eyes as he gazed down at me was wild, like someone who didn't understand why or what I was doing, but didn't want me to stop. He looked confused, but at the same time, he wasn't looking up or around to notice what the other women were doing.
He was directionless and adrift, and I was gripping the wheel and telling him where to go, and all he could do was answer with the truth that lay within his suppressed heart.
"Yes," he said.
I slid my fingernails up the back of his scalp, through his hair, and he let out a sigh, his eyes closing.
"It feels so good, even when the suppression kicks in," he murmured. "The implant doesn't numb the physical sensation, just the rush that comes after it. Even just the surface level… its… so…"
He was at a loss for words, and I wanted to push it more.
I lightly tugged on his hair, pulling him down towards me, and he gave in, hunching over. I rose up on the balls of my feet and tilted my head, pressing my lips against his.
He let out a sigh against my lips which turned into a groan which shifted into a rumbling growl as his hands tightened against my back and he pulled me flush against him, holding onto me as his body tensed and relaxed in strained pulses, his kiss faltering and then returning to explore, never breaking the connection as he fought with himself, the heat of his touch awakening a fury within me.
I kissed him as if my life depended on it, following the waves of his tension with a predatory determination, chasing the touch of his lips with the soft caress of mine.
I didn't have to pretend to want this.
My body was on fire for him.
I felt the heat of him rise against me where our hips pressed together.
But then he let out a strained, choking sound.
His head yanked back up away from me, breaking the kiss, and the back of his skull hit the wall behind him, his eyes rolling up into his head in a bad way as his entire body slumped down to the ground. I couldn't hold his weight, but I could slow him down as he collapsed.
I let go of him once he was fully on the floor, his form still.
He was still breathing.
"What did you do to him?" Mei asked. "He didn't just pass out from you kissing him, did he? You did something else, right?"
I looked back over my shoulder to see that the other women hadn't made it very far down the hallway and were just standing there, watching me.
"All I did was kiss him but you were all supposed to go while I distracted him," I said.
"How were we supposed to know you wanted us to go?" Andrea said, her voice muted and withdrawn as she held her arms crossed over her body, rubbing them as she muttered. "I didn't know we were supposed to go."
I literally had laid out that specific plan a few moments before Sigidi showed up. She really hadn't listened. Neither had the rest of them for any matter, but Andrea was the only one arguing about it.
"Because of… you know what, it doesn't matter," I said, realizing there was no point in standing around being annoyed that the group didn't follow my orders.
Just because I had a strong presence and was used to ordering people around didn't mean I had the right to tell them what to do.
Even though I was an ?m??ba and they were all commoners, these weren't my people; they were my friends.
"What does matter is that we know why they gassed us before they came in the room," I said.
"What? Why?" Mei asked. "What exactly did you do to him?"
"These guys have some sort of implant that suppresses their biological desires, but it isn't able to completely cut them off," I said. I nudged Sigidi with my foot, and he didn't react. "If you trigger it enough, it shatters them to pieces."
"It does indeed fuck them up," Saoirse agreed with the way her translator translated the poetic phrase to her.
"What should we do with him?" Andrea asked, looking to me.
She didn't listen well, but she still wanted me to do the mental labor of figuring out what to do next.