No (Aurora's Night)

The human, James as it turned out, was very helpful. Eagerly so, in fact. It wasn't hard to see that he felt responsible for her in some way. Why, though? And how did humans vary so much? The household she'd been assigned to had, by all legal concerns, been perfectly safe and clear on the surface. She shivered and felt sickness creep up her spine at the memory of the woman trying to force her into sucking on the human male's phallus. The horror and dehydration punishment that followed her baring her teeth at it instead sent a similar color across her head.

Affection took its place as her gaze fell on the human that had dedicated himself to her care so much. In contrast to the former two, her new host had nothing to properly care for her, and kept her hidden. Which meant he had no clearance. No legal grounds to be her host...and yet, he had yet to show any signs of malicious intent. In fact, in mere days he'd made himself a friend, and worked himself to sleep helping her learn. He even gave her a new name. One that meant something beautiful.

She let the affection heat her body as it faded across her spine and arms. She'd almost think he'd died if he hadn't been breathing. Such strange creatures, she thought as she ran her fingers in his hair. Hair. That alone was odd enough. They were absolutely covered in it, and yet many elected to remove it ritualistically from certain areas. She found herself stroking his cheek, and a giggle escaped her lips as the feeling of short coarse hairs tickled her palms.

They had made a strange world for themselves. One that, even though metal and more frictionless surfaces we're abundant, remained mostly stone and wood. If she had her way, the entire floor and ceiling would be glass and the walls would be a single unit of steel.

As it is, they're not. And she had only known of such ideas from historical lessons. The entirety of her life had been spent in a mockery of their world, built underground. 26 of this world's cycles, and she had only just reached adulthood before being assigned to a household here.

She felt lust tickle at her butt, and creep up her belly. That was when she realized that while her right hand had been exploring James's features and hair, her left had begun to busy itself against her groin. She eyed him carefully...if she's quiet she won't wake him.

She let her right hand idly play with his hair, while her left gently rubbed at the three folds that guarded her entrance. Her lips pursed inward as she focused on silencing her breath. She glanced back down at him, and allowed her mind to freely imagine his naked form. In her desire fueled mind, they tangled into each other in the ocean. His hands wandered her curves, pausing at her hips as they pressed their foreheads together. In reality, her fingers gently probed for her wetness inside, and her mind replaced them with his odd hand. She barely stopped herself from gripping his hair, and she stroked it back into place gently. Looking at him proved even more erotic than her imagination.

She decided to drop her face to the edge of the tub, and stare down at his own. Her right hand busied itself with her left nipple, rubbing gently at it as she reveled in the increased arousal that danced across her body. This felt so good, but so against any rules that might be. She wondered what his reaction would be, and let herself imagine that he woke up only to bury his face between her legs. She hadn't even realized until a short moan escaped her throat that two of her fingers had worked their way into her opening. Her right hand stroked down her side, and slowly began probing at her rear hole.

She watched as the lust that danced across the room shifted and overtook her. She stared intensely at him now, not looking away for a moment as her rear felt a single finger intrude and stroke at the sensitive ring that lay just within. Her mouth opened wide, as did her throat in an attempt to breathe without much noise. Her two remaining fingers on her left hand found her purple buds, and worked at them in gentle circles. Soon, she had to bite down on her own lips to suppress the scream that wanted to escape with her orgasm.

Her cheek pressed against the side of the tub, and affection crawled across her features again. She let herself pant in her post-orgasm exhaustion. Images of his naked form intermingling with hers continued to play through her mind, and she let her fingers continue to stroke idly at her canal, and her pleasure sensitive nubs. She decided while staring at him, as another orgasm slowly built its way up her core, that she had a fetish for inter-species copulation...even if she'd never act on it.