Chapter 3 – Minnie #2
He looked down at me, the tiny human he could easily pick up and toss against a wall if he needed me out of the way. I stared back up into his big fluorescent green eyes, wide and luminescent, with thin irises like a snake’s.
“Stare as much as you want. I’m sure we both want to know plenty about each other.”
“Of course, but I work for the government. I’m supposed to report all my findings. Do you work for someone?”
“In a sense, yes. But we’ll talk about that later. I have some questions for you regarding human behavior.”
“We aren’t cruel,” I blurted out defensively, eyeing the stitches on his torso that I’d sewn up myself.
Vidar chuckled.
“You’re quick to say that after you’ve poked and prodded me with knives and needles for the past couple of weeks.”
“We thought you couldn’t understand…”
“Did that make it better?”
“I was only following orders.”
“You’ve mentioned,” he muttered, unimpressed with my half-assed attempts at justifying the ethics of experimenting on a sentient life form.
Vidar stuck his arm out and pressed it against the wall above my head.
I realized that he had me trapped there between his arm, his body and the wall.
I could duck and slip away from him if I wanted, but based on how quickly he could move, I figured that he would only catch me again and have me right back where he wanted me.
If I wanted Vidar to back away, I’d have to convince him that backing off was his own idea.
“What do you want?” I asked, hoping I could find some way to placate him since apparently destruction and a violent attack weren’t on his mind at all.
“I want to experience humanity in its truest form and I need the help of someone who isn’t afraid.”
“What do you mean, ‘experience humanity’?”
My heart fluttered in my chest and my mouth was dry as I looked into his eyes, a nearly hypnotic color, really. His arm was so close to me I couldn’t help but imagine it holding me there, pushing me against the wall properly. He could do that if he wanted. Then I’d be powerless…
“I was sent to study all aspects of human behavior. I understand how you conceive of pain but what about pleasure?” He murmured.
Vidar reached out for my hair and ran his hands through it. There was the touch I’d been expecting. Except I didn’t shudder and pull away from him. I kept my back pressed against the wall, listening to the next words coming out of his mouth.
“What do your people consider erotic?”
“I-I don’t think I want to help you with that.”
Vidar grinned.
“You don’t think. But don’t forget I also know what you feel.”
He tapped the sides of his temple and despite my scowling, Vidar continued.
“My implant can read your hormone levels. Dopamine and adrenaline are rushing through you right now. Not only are you not afraid but you’re also curious… I suspect you’ve imagined a moment like this for a very long time…”
Instinctively my hands shot out and I pushed Vidar away from me.
“Get away from me!”
He chuckled.
“Is this how it works on your world? We play a game of cat and mouse?”
“I don’t know what you think you know about me, but you’re wrong!”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I protested with all my might but a part of me worried that he was onto something and that he knew something about me that I wasn’t yet willing to admit to myself.
“Please, Vidar just…”
“Don’t be afraid, Minerva. I want my questions answered and you want yours…”
“I don’t want you to come near me!”
I shifted away from him again and in a blink, Vidar was before me.
“Why won’t you admit to me what your hormones are telling me? Is there something you are ashamed of?”
“What? So you can note it in your study like I’m some kind of experiment?”
As soon as I said the words, I realized just how rich it sounded. How could I accuse him of treating me like an experiment after what I’d done with Dr. Trout and the others?
“I am your experiment, Minerva.”
His deep, alien voice shouldn’t have soothed me the way it did. I inhaled sharply and pressed my hands to his muscles, intending to push him away. I didn’t. My hands lingered and then Vidar smiled. My heart fluttered in my chest.
“Your implant,” I whispered, “What does it say now?”
“It doesn’t matter what it says. What do you say?”
I pursed my lips, not wanting the words to escape. My common sense wasn’t as strong as my desire for him.
“Yes…I say yes…”
I closed my eyes, waiting for my skin to burn up as he touched me, waiting for something horrible to happen, although I didn’t know what that horrible thing could possibly be. He was gentle when he first touched me. His palms rested on the shoulders of my lab coat and then he eased my coat off.
I’d worn a form-fitting gray wool dress that clung to my pale skin. Vidar ogled me in the dress and seemed to be taking it all in.
“Females dress very differently in your culture from the men.”
“Is it not the same where you’re from?”
Vidar shook his head.
“No. Females and males do not express gender through clothing. However, I find it nice to see your…figure.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks at his mention of my figure. I wasn’t exactly eager for the purple-skinned alien to be ogling me especially not when my boss or any of my coworkers could come sailing through the door at any minute.
“We’re taking a huge risk here, Vidar.”
He shrugged.
“It is nothing I cannot handle. But I must admit, it’s nice to hear you use my name.”
“I shouldn’t be doing this, you know.”
“Right. Your culture shames women for this. I can sense that…”
“From your implant?”
He grinned, “No. My people have traveled hundreds of lightyears to get here. We’ve encountered thousands of species and even created a species of our own. We are… perceptive.”
“Oh…”
“Shh…”
He leaned in and for the first time, he kissed me.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Only a few moments ago, he’d been bound to a table, unconscious and weak.
I’d pitied him. I’d felt guilt at the fact that we could have a sentient creature in our midst and the government had ordered us to torture him and extract biological information.
Guilt was the furthest thing from my mind now.
Vidar was right. I could now sense the abundance of dopamine and adrenaline flowing through my veins and forcing me to bend to his will.
My desire welled up as if it were out of my control.
He assumed I’d fantasized about a moment like this.
It wasn’t exactly true. I mean, sure, I’d watched Star Trek growing up like every young nerdy girl and I’d found myself imagining a Cardassian, like a less evil Gul Dukat, or perhaps a proud Klingon man like Worf.
But the fantasy had never gone further than that.
I hadn’t had time for television and alien fantasies in… forever.
Vidar’s lips pressed against mine and his tongue thrust into my mouth.
I squealed as he kissed me. Suction cups lined his tongue and as he pushed it into my mouth, he sucked on my tongue hard, claiming my lips and my mouth as his.
He lifted me off the ground so that I wouldn’t have to tiptoe so much to reach his lips and then Vidar pressed me against the wall of the lab.
His tail swung out behind him, the tip studded with suction cups like a tentacle of its own.
Before I could protest, my legs were outstretched around his waist and I clung to him with both my arms and legs, holding on for dear life.
“We can’t actually be doing this,” I murmured as one last-ditch attempt to protest what I knew in my heart I wanted.
“Of course we can,” he replied, “Unless of course you’re already mated.”
“No… I’m not.”
“When was the last time you had a mate?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks again. I couldn’t see how that was any of his business!
Still, a strong, muscled, purple alien had me pressed up against the wall and he’d just given me the hottest kiss I’d ever received in my life.
I was compelled to answer him, even if the truth painted me in a rather unflattering light.
“Five years…”
“And you survived?!”
His surprised seemed genuine. Although, I clearly couldn’t read him as well as he could read me.
“Yes, I survived.”
“My species needs stimulation to survive. We need it often…”
“Is that the only reason why you want this?”
“No.”
He kissed me again without elaborating further.
I closed my eyes and finally stopped resisting him.
The more I kissed him, the more I wanted him and the less I could deny that truth.
I ran my hands over his muscular chest, surprised at how humanoid he felt despite his purple skin and his serpentine green eyes.
I craved his touch which was so expertly attuned to my desires.
I wondered if his implant could read that much too.
As Vidar’s alien tongue pleasured my lips again, wetness lubricated my soft, plump, untouched pussy.
I’d gone too long without male pleasure, but I never would have guessed that the next time I felt a hard throbbing member between my legs it would be attached to a male like Vidar — alien in every way.
I couldn’t explain my attraction to him either. I’d never judged a man for skin color, but I’d always expected to settle for a nice young man like John Billings, just a bit tougher than him.
Vidar had a flawlessly muscular body and a sharp angled nose with the perfect jawline, angled with dark purple shadows and thick veins that bulged from his toned arms.
I succumbed easily to his firm grasp and his ardent kisses.
He knew just the way to tease my lips open and slip his tongue in.
Vidar got me soaking wet and I craved bending to his will more than anything.
I squeezed my legs around his torso and he bent his lips to my neck, sucking on my flesh with his powerful suction cupped alien tongue.
He pulled away and whispered, “Polluxians evolved from water mammals. It’s why my skin is smooth. But you will see that it’s not the only way I am different. I hope it doesn’t frighten you.”