FICTION | SCIENCE FICTION | PART 2 Of 3
The Alien From Trappist-1d | Part 2
A first contact story with an erotic twist: if we do not have sex at least 3 times per day we suffer from health complications…
The Atari spaceship was odd. It looked like it was organic. Perhaps even alive. It was totally seamless and boltless, and resembled a blue whale in both shape and size. It was green and black, and instead of wings for atmospheric flights it had fins that moved fluidly. The human engineers would kill to take a close look at it, but the Atari placed a guard around it keeping everyone at bay.
Onartu, the head of their diplomatic detail, explained that they would hate to ‘contaminate’ our natural progress with their technology, so they had been ordered to keep any tech transfer to a bare minimum.
As for the Atari they were all above 7 feet tall and quite lean. They came from a planet with half of Earth’s gravity, after all. It wasn’t as bad as coming from an even lighter planet like Mars but Earth’s gravity was still problematic for them. Going from ~0.5 g to 1 g took a toll on their long lean legs and slim waists, so they walked slowly and with difficulty.
Five of the Atari diplomats had learned basic English, so they did not require a permanent interpreter. Inena was from the other seven. They did not speak a word of English, and I was assigned to them, along with a diplomat. They were an astounding 7'1" (216 cm) tall, with brown skin, braided hair adorned with symbols I did not recognize and wore a fluid, metal-like outfit that covered less than 1/3 of their body.
They had four limbs, walked upright, had two eyes, two ears, a mouth and a nose, just like a human. But internally they said they were different. Most of the scientists of the first contact team had placed a bet and only one of them bet they would look like humans. She made a lot of money.
I was quite anxious to meet an alien species and also be responsible for interpreting for them. I knew their language well by now, but I’d hate to make a mistake that might cause a diplomatic incident. Inena also seemed anxious. They said we were their first contact too, and I chose to believe them.
They said what while they used to have a gender in the past their species chose to evolve beyond that. A millennium ago most of them genetically engineered themselves to become hermaphrodites, i.e. bi-gender. Each of them had a male and a female set of reproductive organs, both internally and externally. They can become pregnant and leave someone else pregnant. They were mammals like humans, but their term was only 6 months.
The minority who chose to retain their genders relocated to another planet and over time they lost contact with them. However, they said, a side effect of being both male and female, was a very high sex drive. I blushed but fortunately they did not seem to recognize what blushing was.
“A… a high sex drive?” I asked.
“Yes Mr Vickelides. Our scientists are not sure what caused this. Some think it was a side effect of the genetic engineering, some others claim it was a natural consequence of having male and female organs and the respective hormones.”
“I see Ms Inena.”
“Whatever the cause if we do not have sex at least 3 times per day we suffer from health complications due to saturation with sexual hormones. And masturbation alone is not enough to remedy that.” they smiled and started looking at me like I was a snack, licking their lips lustfully.
“Please call me Inena. May I call you James?” they placed their hand on my shoulder, looking at me from an altitude almost three heads higher than mine. I felt like a dwarf being looked down by a giant. I complied. They smelled nice. I felt their sexual lust starting to get to me.
Suddenly our attached human diplomat cleared her throat. “Mr Vickelides your job is not to chat endlessly with our guest but to interpret.”
“I understand Ms Wang. Please, whenever you are ready.”
In a way her intervention saved me. I was starting to feel very awkward, and rather excited, which was very unprofessional of me. For the next few hours I interpreted back and forth diplomatic niceties, small talk about the weather, hobbies and interests, about politics, our different social, financial and political systems etc.
Every now and then, however, Inena kept looking at me lustfully. I was conflicted. If what they said about their sex needs was true and we did not, er… fulfill them their health would be in jeopardy and our mission would be a failure.
On the other hand getting caught having sex with them would be catastrophic, and first page news material if it leaked — we had some journalists in the team keeping a watchful eye.
What should I do? I started reconsidering not just volunteering for this mission but all my life choices, including my decision to take on the Atari language for my second PhD thesis.
Inena got tired from all the walking. We procured a wheelchair and though it was automatic I guided it. We were just the three of us, talking and meeting with various VIPs, and were escorted by two Secret Service agents, who walked just a few feet behind us.
We met the President of the United States, the UN Secretary General, the Premier of China, and other big shots. They had all come to Florida for the occasion. Inena smiled politely but looked bored. At one point she told me; aloud, since I was the only one who knew her language:
“I am very horny James. I need you to take me now!”
The fact she told me aloud, despite being the only one I understood, made me blush like a beet. She also wondered how we could get rid of her and the two agents. I told her to be patient for a couple more hours, until we reached Miami Hilton, our destination of the evening where our guests would rest.
Eventually, after five long hours of diplomatic touring, we boarded a USAF plane for Miami along with half of the Atari diplomats. The others were already there. The two Secret Service agents tried to look professional but they could not hide their curiosity -and, perhaps, some worry — about Inena and their people.
We arrived at Miami Hilton after about an hour, we checked in swiftly and our guests were soon in their suites. An entire floor, along with the Presidential Suite for Onartu, was reserved for them. There was a thought to reserve the entire hotel but the human diplomats argued that would make our guests feel isolated, and it might project ‘lack of trust.’
I was to sleep in the guest room of Inena’s suite, which had a quite smaller bed. Our human diplomat got the suite next door and both federal agents remained outside the door of Inena’s suite as guards. Their night shift colleagues would soon replace them so they could rest too.
Inena was dead tired from all those hours in our gravity well, so they fell on their bed without even undressing; assuming they did undress. Seeing that they lost their sexual appetite I sighed in relief and made for my own bed. I was on my feet since 6 a.m. I was tired too. I looked at my embedded holo-phone for the time and it was 22:16 p.m. Which meant I’d get at least 8 hours of sleep, neat.
Morpheus took me in his arms and I forgot about everything. I just rested. After what felt like hours I got some weird dreams. I dreamed about Inena, who was in the main room beside me.
They were gently masturbating, calling my name as if they were a Siren:
“James… James… come to me James.” I got out of bed but I was unsure if I was dreaming. I started walking like I was hypnotized toward the bed of Inena.
They were butt naked. They really had both sets. The penis was on top and the vulva right below it. Their penis was huge but with rather small balls. I felt drawn to them, their super tall body and their sexual organs, like a fly to a honey trap. They were irresistible. I had never sucked dick before but I saw theirs as a delicious treat sprinkled with pixie dust that would take me to a fantasy land. And I was still unsure if I was dreaming.
As for their vulva, it was succulent with fat meaty lips and a huge clitoris that looked like a second penis. ‘Due to the male hormones,’ I fleetingly thought. I was mesmerized as if I was a royal cobra drawn by the flute of a whisperer. It called me, I needed to taste it, eat it and ravage it.
Inena stood up, approached me and pushed me onto the bed.
“Am I dreaming?”
“You will find out soon James. For now just relax and enjoy…”
To be continued…
A story by Nikolaos Skordilis. If you liked it take a look at this story:
