♥ Lust and relationships ♥

The pair half-walked half-stumbled through into Dustin’s sleeping quarters, continuing the kiss as they went. Dustin waved his hand vaguely around the wall until he heard this hiss of the door shutting behind them and the brighter lights of the ready room outside were replaced with the softer lighting he’d set up earlier in the day to help him relax before sleep. Now however that low light outlined Meli’a’s form as they broke their kiss, each taking a step back to view the other before the Velca woman practically dived forward, arms sliding down his back as she pressed hungrily against him. Tilting her head slightly upward, she half-opened her mouth and he moved his own to resume where they had paused even as her arms slid back up bringing his t-shirt with them.

With that as a signal that she wanted more than just a make-out session, Dustin’s own hands reached for the delicate fasteners at the top of Meli’a’s outfit. After a moment’s awkwardness as he tried to work out how they functioned by touch alone, he was able to free them right as the woman pulled away from the kiss to conclude lifting his top over his head. As he emerged from the tunnel formed by his t-shirt, Dustin’s mouth dropped open. The clasps appeared to have been all that was holding the outfit together - Meli’a now stood completely nude with her former clothing forming a pool of fabric on the floor at her feet.

Her ears began to droop into the same sad position she had held earlier when discussing how unattractive she felt she was for her species; Dustin spotted the movement and cupped her chin even as she started to turn her face away from him. Gazing into the amber pools of her eyes, he smiled down at her for a moment before releasing her chin and wrapping his arms around her to pull her close. “You’re stunning” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss her neck. Meli’a stiffened for a moment at that before he felt tension leaving her even as she sighed gently. “Observation one” she said in a voice so monotone that he pulled back to look at her as she continued “human male Dustin is what they refer to as a smooth talker.” Then she winked at him in a most un-Velca like way and added “additionally, he appears to remain overdressed in the presence of a potential mate during this initial test.”

Dustin managed to hold back a chuckle - but he couldn’t keep back a grin as he hastily lost the rest of his clothing. Straightening up after pulling his boxers and jeans off fully, he found Meli’a gazing at him again in a contemplative manner. “Observation two” she said, her ears practically curling in a way that Dustin decided translated as arousal “Dustin is significantly more attractive than initial research suggested. Also, I feel the joke may be running thin and as such should stop observations in favour of practical experimentation.” With that, she turned and sat on the edge of Dustin’s bunk, smiling up at him.

Taking in the sight of the curvy and most definitely naked Velca woman sitting on the edge of his bed, something clicked in Dustin’s head. This wasn’t a dream, nor was it one of those adult videos with actresses dressed up like aliens that had become popular after first contact. This was a very attractive woman - to be honest, more attractive than he would have been comfortable talking to were she human - who most definitely wanted him. That said, he did owe her for the jokey experimentation comments; he was pretty sure it was nerves on her part, but he was just as nervous about the whole situation!

Stepping forward, he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her, before causing the Velca woman to squeak in surprise as he grabbed her calves and lifted her legs up to rest on his shoulders. “Since we are conducting an experiment into Human-Velca compatibility, we should probably start with something simple” he said, hands moving down to stroke her plush thighs. “In human cultures, one activity that partners can perform with a potential mate is this.” Meli’a started to raise a hand, saying “We don’t need to continue the research talk if you don’t want…” before her voice faded into a gasp and her hand dropped back to grasp at the bedsheets as Dustin’s mouth made contact with her lower lips.

She was sweet; that was the first thought that went through Dustin’s mind as he slowly traced his tongue across her sex. Shape wise, Velca women didn’t appear to be too different down there to humans, and so he went with what he knew, dragging his tongue up to lap softly at her clit. Given her moans, it appeared to be the right action; as he increased the pressure and began to swirl around the edges of her sex her moans increased in volume.

Dustin moved his hands to get a better hold on her hips and began to alter the direction his tongue was moving between licks, half-flicking random alphabet shapes and symbols. To his delight the change in motion worked just as well on the alien woman as it had on his previous partners; her sweetness increased as did the amount of noise he was coaxing from her open mouth. As he continued, he released the grip on one of her legs, running his now-free hand around to stroke her inner thigh gently, fingers dancing upwards to run them over those parts of her sex not currently covered by his face.

Meli’a’s hands, already gripping the covers released and re-grabbed the sheeting at his teasing touch, her breathing becoming rapid and erratic as he coaxed her to further pleasure. Lost in the softness of her lower lips and the sweetness of her juices, Dustin barely paused to breath so focused was he on the woman in front of him. As her climax rapidly approached, he broke his ministrations to take a breath, before diving back in and pushing forward with both tongue and fingers at the same time. The combination of sensations was clearly too much for the already riled woman; a hand let go of the bedding and scrabbling desperately clutched at his head even as her voice cried out and even more of her taste flooded his mouth. “Nae’h ane’rah!”

Dustin wasn’t entirely sure of the exact translation; between translators and the fact that the Velca tended to learn languages quickly, he realised they’d been speaking English the entire time he’d known Meli’a. That said, the context clues - panting breath and dishevelled hair - gave him a pretty good idea of her meaning. He was about to continue his ministrations when he felt a tug at the hair she still had clutched in one hand. Pulling back as she let go he looked up at her. “Enough. Mae’li’na de’ax… I mean, I want you” she said, her breathing still ragged in the aftermath of her climax. He nodded, standing up from where he had been kneeling even as she shifted her hips, rotating to lie fully on his bunk with her legs spread invitingly. Gazing down at her, he smiled at her flushed state; he’d not expected to get her to that point as quickly as he had, but wasn’t going to complain as he climbed onto the bed next to her. Reaching in for a kiss, he realised he had clearly misread just how much she wanted him as she rolled over on top of him. A moment’s clumsy aligning of their sexes later and she sank her hips down, shuddering and letting out small moans as she engulfed his length.

At this point Dustin was aware of two things. Firstly was that she was warm - much warmer than his experience with human women. The second was that she seemed to have muscles down there that were not standard on even the most athletic of humans. Her cunt rippled - there was no other word to describe it - and he groaned in awe at the sensation. “Meli’a” he moaned, even as she rose from where she had been lying on him. Sitting up onto her knees, she lifted up slowly before dropping down once more causing both of them to gasp at the feeling. Focusing on her to try and stave off how quickly the rippling of her insides was likely to make him blow, he ran a hand up her side to cup her breasts. Soft warmth filled his hand and the woman above him shuddered in pleasure, a shudder that was accompanied by a low moan when he gently ran his fingers across her nipple. For a moment, the Velca woman’s movements became erratic before she regained some control and returned to a slow and steady rise and fall of her hips that drove Dustin ever closer to the edge.

Feeling his own climax coming, Dustin moved his hand from Meli’a’s breast, reaching up to stroke her cheek. A moment later she turned, mouth open and caught his finger, sucking gently on it as she steadied herself with one hand on his chest. For a moment she sat there, tongue stroking his finger and cunt stroking his shaft before she used her other hand to brush his arm to the side, freeing his finger from her mouth and pushing forward, raising her hips up as she lent in for another kiss. As she did so, Dustin reacted on instinct, grabbing her waist and pulling her down as he thrust upwards. Their lips met at the same moment their hips slammed together - and they both screamed into the kiss. Vaguely aware of his legs and bunk being soaked by Meli’a’s orgasm, Dustin didn’t care as his world narrowed to the feeling of his cock pulsing inside her and her mouth on his.

Neither of them was entirely sure how long they lay there after their mutual orgasm had ended, both wallowing in the afterglow - but eventually Meli’a rolled from on top of him to his side and rested her head on his shoulder. “Significantly better than expectations.” She murmured softly as Dustin wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close. “I had no expectations, but you were significantly better than my past experience” he whispered back, causing her to tense up for a moment before tilting her head up to look at him. “You mean that don’t you.” She said, at which he nodded. “Of course. Previous experiences were… useful research data points but not significant for any long term findings” he said completely deadpan. At that, she punched him softly in the chest. “Ok, so I asked for that. But even so, I did mean it. I don’t know what you want out of… this? Us? Meli’a, but I definitely would like to continue exploring some form of relationship with you.”

The Velca woman seemed lost in thought for a moment, before looking up at him. “Mae’li’ah’a de’ane’ahx.” Her voice was almost a whisper, seemingly unsure of herself before she restated the phrase, a little louder this time. “Your response, by the way should be An’nae de’anea if you are serious about that comment.” Her ears were locked in place and her voice was purely monotone - Dustin couldn’t get any kind of emotional read on the beauty in his arms. It didn’t matter - in that moment, she wanted him to say something and he was happy to oblige. “An’nae de’anea” He said, kissing her on her forehead. She snuggled into him, holding him close before moving back and wriggling up the bed so that they were face to face. “In that case, please call me Meli, Dustin. Until we part, you are entitled to it.”

There seemed to be some significant formality to her words; Dustin’s face must have given his sudden concern away as she broke into a smile and her ears perked up into the position loosely associated with teasing. “It’s nothing so serious. In human terms, that little exchange roughly translates to do you want to be my boyfriend, followed by hell yea. Technically it’s more of a research partnership in Velca culture, but unless you plan on adding in Mae’li’orpha’la…” and here she put a finger to his lips before he could speak, seeing the joking look in his eyes. “That would imply a desire for a lifelong commitment towards raising a number of offspring, with emotional context indicating the amount desired. Approximating for the equivalent of normal human ear positions as you made no effort to move them, the number involved would be more than I think either of us would be happy with at this juncture. So please do not say it in jest. There are parts of Velca culture you can mock and I will join in. This is not one of them.” Dustin fell silent, allowing her to finish her explanation. “So, as we are now a couple, you no longer need to include the family honorific part of my name. Hence, Meli.”