Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

9-First Contact.

   He did so, and moaned louder as it pleasured his prostate so deep inside of him.

   "Higher," she told him.

   He did so again, and started stroking himself faster, his breath shortening in the intensity.

   No, no, no, this wouldn't do, she needed him to be enraptured by the experience, fully and irreversibly. "Take your hand off," she told him as she moved her free hand from her breasts to her clit.

   "But, but I-"

   Her voice took on a dangerous tone. "Did I stutter?"

   He let go of his penis and gripped the arm of his chair. His hips bucked fruitlessly against the air, begging for a purchase of friction upon his scarlet manhood.

   "Now turn it higher," she commanded.

   "It, it's at six," he managed.

   "So?"

   "There's twelve, twelve settings, and I, I've never, never felt seven or, or higher."

   She laughed. "Turn, turn it to eight." All of this was getting to her, it would seem.

   He whined in protest, but to her delight he obediently grabbed the remote and turned it up to setting 8 out of 12.

   She watched him grip the chair and moan loudly with the pleasure it was giving him, the pleasure she was giving him. It was filling her with pleasure to. "What's the matter?" she asked him "innocently."

   "It's, it's too, oooh, too much."

   "Too much?" she asked with fake insult. "Fine, if, mm, if it's too much, then you can, ugh, you can turn it off."

   "But, I,"

   "Turn. It. Off," she said sternly.

   K'kacho obeyed, and subsequently broke into a series of whimpers. "I, I want to touch myself, please."

   Linda shook her head, her orgasm approaching in the distance. She was at a rhythm she liked with her dildo and fingers, she just had to ride this out for a bit first. "I don't, don't think so baby. I think this is too, too much for you."

   He broke down and started begging, BEGGING her to touch himself. "It's not too much, please! I can't do it without your permission, I don't know why but I can't. Please, I'll do anything, please!"

   She was closer now thanks to his begging. Anything, hmm, time to put that too the test. "Twelve," she told him through badly stifled moans.

   "Wha-"

   "Twelve, baby. Turn your vibrator up to twelve and I'll let you touch yourself."

   She watched with untold internal ecstasy as he took hold of the remote, hesitated for half a moment, and turned it up to twelve. He squealed and screamed as he got back to stroking himself.

   It was building up in him, rising through his body, and finally, it spurted out all over his torso as he came with a mind shattering orgasm. He held on for dear life as his body convulsed in the chair

   She smiled as she watched his semen sail through the air before landing on top him. She then saw him let go and reach for the remote as his body kept shaking. "Don't you dare," she warned, "wait until, oooh, until I'm all, all done baby."

   He put his hand back on the arm rest and watched her finish herself off.

   She was so, so close. And seeing him there, whimpering, suffering through the post-orgasmic overstimulation simply because she told him too, was putting her over the edge. It was as much a part of her reaching her orgasm as the hand on her clit and the dildo on her g-spot.

   She let out a final unbridled moan as she finally came, the fullness and pleasure waves cascading through her body. She arched forward as she did so, and while she was no squirter, K'kacho could still see her cum lightly flowing out as she came.

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   That had been the incident, and for the next year they would video call again once or twice a week to play with themselves in front of each other. Then came a breakthrough in science neither had dreamed of. Faster than light travel.

   They could be with each other. Hold each other. In person.

   There was a catch, however. Diseases. You see, both their respective planets were filled with diseases that employed methods the life of their planet had built an immunity to. There were bits that got through the cracks, that's how people got sick. But the vast majority of tries did not get through because of the native life's inherent immunity.

   It was very possible that the different species meeting each other would pass diseases that could spell doom for both their entire planets. Without the natural immunity, the common cold could be a world ending pandemic for the !ka planet. And the common disease from theirs could mean the end of earth.

   Their was a second possibility, which was that the diseases were so honed to attack the native life of their planets they could not harm life from other worlds no matter how hard they tried. There was no way of knowing unless it was tested.

   Which is why K'kacho was here, in the airlock. He and Linda were not the only people to have formed a relationship between species, far from it. Heck, his own mom had met a female human body builder and they were talking about getting hitched if the whole disease thing was nothing to be scared of.

   The respective governments of both planets decided to build a quarantined space station for a few of these couples to live together in. If no interspecial disease spreading occurred in three weeks time, then they could move to the next stage of testing.

   Linda and K'kacho were both ecstatic that they had been chosen.

   Eventually, the airlock opened, and K'kacho looked through. There she was.

   They locked eyes, spellbound by the moment. They both found each other far more beautiful in person than through the screen.

   After half a second, K'kacho got up and ran to Linda, and she ran to him. They collided and embraced each other tightly, as if letting go would cause them to leave forever.

   "I love you," he told her.

   "I love you too," she replied.

   And all of the many nights of passion that would follow did not feel half as good as hearing those words from each other.

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//OK, next week we got, *pulls paper slip out of jar* human boy, *rolls dice and checks chart* and a satyr lady, focusing on *spins wheel of main personal fetishes* exhibitionism, as well as *blindly throws three darts at board of minor fetishes* pegging, humiliation, and urine play. Well, looks like I got next week's work cut out for me. See y'all then.//