I share my plans.

I had returned to my new default state and my flaccid dick lay across my stomach, our juices all over the sofa below us, the pair of us completely intertwined, fighting for the limited space available to us. Her hair was a mess, and we were sticky with cum and sweat. As I awoke, thirsty, hungry and, above all, tired, she stirred, too. We lazily hugged each other, a mutual, pleasant feeling of comfort and recognition that we had completely rocked each other's worlds the night before. We carefully stood up, had a quick, uneventful shower then made breakfast. It was only six, but we had skipped dinner and were starving. We scoffed all the toast and downed the tea like rabid dogs then shared some fruit, mostly in silence, communicating with gestures and one-word sentences.

'Sugar?'

'Sure.'

'Butter?'

'No thanks.'

'So tired.'

'Same. Wow.'

Once the tea warmed our stomachs and the toast and fruit had filled them, we began to wake up properly and I decided to go all out and bring her into my master plan. 'So. I have a few more confessions to make. I assume you're all-in at this stage and I really want to trust you,' I told her. She looked interested then reassured me.

'Honestly, I can't imagine anything else! The options we have and... How can I ever go back to normal sex?' She looked around, a little giddy at the thoughts obviously going through her mind.

'Well, there's more,' I started. 'A lot more.'

'I am so ready to hear this. Go on, hit me with it. You're actually a demon? Or an angel? Or an alien? What is it?' She laughed then stared at me, half expecting me to confirm her ideas.

'Not too far off, actually, I think,' her eyebrows twitched at this but I ignored her and continued. 'But that's not the point I'm trying to make. Part alien, by the way, I think. Long story short, anyway. I'll tell you later.'

'At this stage, I don't know what I believe any more. Alien? Damn,' she said, incredulously. 'Damn. Alien. Real alien?! What?!'

'Yeah. I know. It's kind of fucked up story. But, anyway. I have a plan.' And I told her. I explained about my ability to transform matter then demonstrated by transforming the plate my food had been on into a small pile of cash.

'But alien?! Oh. Fuck. Wait. I think I know what you're about to tell me.' She stood up and started pacing up and down. 'You can make money. From anything. Oh, shit! Do it again!' So I transformed all the cutlery and tablecloth into a larger pile of money, all in about thirty seconds.

'It still takes me a little while due to the intricacies and fake ID numbers on each one needing to be unique and appropriate, but yeah. I already have a system in place to hide it and make it legitimate. Look outside your front window. She ran over there in a flash and drew the curtains, immediately noticing the silver, high-performance vehicle stalking her front lawn. 'That's mine. Paid for with money I made from a few chairs and tables. Tomorrow, I'm signing the deed for a property. Large manor house, about 600 square metres inside the main building, plenty of space and land all around it. I have plans to renovate it in a uniquely convenient manner.'

She bolted over to me and hopped on my lap, covering my face with kisses then taking my lips in hers and smothering me with a tight hug. I tapped her shoulder to make her stop and let me breathe. 'Yes. Yes. Show me. Take me there.' She kissed me again. 'I still don't really get it. Alien or something, it's just unbelievable. Ridiculous. But I somehow feel you're not having me on. I want to hear the full story. What happened to you, all you've learnt and tried. All your plans. Take me on an adventure. What do I do about my job? Umm, am I assuming too much?' She was just saying everything going through her mind now, no focused train of thought or goal. She was definitely in shock, so I stopped talking and held her close, still on my lap, and we enjoyed each other's warmth for at least ten minutes until she had calmed down a little.

'I want to be with you. You're beyond cute, funny and interesting, sweet but capable of holding your own. Let's not think about it too much. Let's have some fun and see where life can take us, OK?'

She nodded and continued holding on to me, her head on my shoulder. I felt some moisture on my cheek and realised she was crying. I had dropped a lot on her without thinking it through, changed her whole perception of the world. No wonder she was upset. I raised one hand to cup her head, kissed her cheek, feeling her tears on my lips, then held her tightly with the other arm and waited for her to process her emotions.

After a good ten more minutes, probably closer to twenty since I had no way to tell time in this position, she sat back and looked at me. Our eyes locked and we shared a smile. 'OK, I'm ready. Thanks. Thanks for waiting and all that,' she said, sheepishly. 'You're cute too. And I don't mean your face. You're gentle, aren't you?' She leant forwards and kissed me warmly on the lips. 'I don't usually find "gentle,"' she whispered into my ear.

We made some plans to meet up a couple of days later. She was going to speak with her boss to ask for some time off and get some of her things in order, ready to try moving in to the manor. We parted ways that morning, happy and excited.