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Exchange of Bodily Fluids

A ’Dar

She barely came up to my nipple when I brought her to my room. Now she’s standing almost to my collarbone. It defies the laws of physics, which just underscores how powerful machta is.

Now that the computer has filled me in and I know more about machta than I ever did, what just happened makes sense.

For two Xenons, machta brings them closer together, somehow entwines their strands of DNA. For a human and a Xenon, my genetic material overpowered hers.

“I’ve… changed you, Maya. You must hate me. I hate myself.”

I pet her beautiful head, then ask, “How do you feel?”

“Tired.” Her gaze finds mine. “Terrified. If I’m taller, my eyes a different color, I wonder what other ways machta has changed me. And…” She looks down, embarrassed. “I was desperate for you. You promised you’d never take anything I didn’t want to give, but I did that to you. I forced you. And, A’Dar? I’m not sure I won’t do it again.”

“It was no hardship, beautiful human. It was the greatest gift of my life. We’re entwined now. I don’t know if either of us would have done this on purpose, but it’s done now. I will do everything in my power to ensure you never regret it.”

The poor female woke up today in the waiting area outside my ship. She was plucked from her life and now look at her. She’ll never be able to return to the way she was.

“I don’t hate you,” she says, after a moment of being deep in thought. “No one is to blame.” When she glances at me again, she says, “You don’t look so good.”

I imagine not. I can barely stand.

“ Machta ,” I explain with a shrug.

“Do you want to take more blood? I feel strong enough to give it to you.”

“Thank you.” I make my way to the chair in the far corner. It’s facing the vid screen, which is scrolling through recent kills with the numbers at the bottom. 98 dead. Luckily, we still have time.

Sitting down, I pat my lap, too weak to ask her to join me. She approaches and eases down softly, as if she’s worried about hurting me.

“You look like sheet , big guy.”

“Thanks.”

Maya

I don’t know how long it’s been since A’Dar rescued me from those acid-spitting cockroaches, but I couldn’t have known him more than five hours.

It’s like I’ve been dropped into an alternate reality. I’m disoriented and scared to death and to grasp onto life, I have to trust the humongous Xenon warrior. But even though I don’t want to admit it, it’s more than that.

He’s a good guy. He rescued me and has vowed to protect me, and even with this crazy machta stuff, he only takes what I’m willing to give.

Turning, I lay my head on his naked chest. He took his chest armor off shortly after we returned to his room. His skin is soft, the mottling pretty, and he smells so fucking good.

“What?” he asks.

Shit! Did I just say that out loud?

Pressing my cheek against his pec, I cuddle against him and take in a deep whiff. My nipples immediately harden to diamond points and my clit beats in time with my heart.

Using the scientific method, I repeat the experiment by taking a deep drag of air into nostrils barely a millimeter from his skin. A punch of lust powers through my body, zapping from the top of my head to my toes.

I’d noticed his scent was pleasant before, but something in my change must have shifted my body chemistry, so I’m more affected by his scent.

“Secret weapon, Xenon? Pheromones?”

“What?”

“Your scent, A’Dar. It’s…” I search for another word for aphrodisiac. “Affecting me.”

He leans, places his nose near my scalp, and sucks in a deep breath. “Your scent does something to me, too. It has since the moment I opened my door to rescue you from the Frains. It’s stronger now that we’ve… shared fluids.”

He didn’t need to narrate. His cock, still unbound from his donation of essence, just pulsed—hard—beneath my ass.

“Are you sure you’re strong enough to let me drink from you, Maya? You were just in so much pain, and your body’s changes must have taxed your system.”

His bass voice, so soft and deep and concerned, is what helps me decide. Well, to be honest, it’s the voice and the hard-as-concrete body and the smell that helps me decide. How does he manage that heady combination of vanilla and musk? It’s so alluring I lick a swath from one collarbone to the other.

“This is crazy, A’Dar,” I say as a picture flashes through my mind of how I want to do this. I barely wrestle with myself for a second, then ease off his lap, shuck my pants and panties, then climb back on, my back to his front.

I wiggle against him, making sure to graze my ass snugly over his cock. I go nice and slow, ensuring it’s affecting him by his sharp intake of breath.

Opening my legs, I hook my ankles around the outside of his calves so I’m wide open.

I only allow myself a moment to be aghast at my behavior. I’ve never been this uninhibited with a human male. Gathering up any shame or self-recriminations, I shove them into the back corner of my mind. I might be dead in an hour. For once in my life, why can’t I listen to my body’s needs?

“Maya,” he husks, then grips my hip bones and grinds himself against my ass. “Your scent is affecting me in ways I’ve never felt before.”

“Say it, A’Dar. Talk like no one is listening but me.” Why I’m dying for him to talk dirty, I have no idea, but damn, I want to hear this seven-foot-tall alien say all the dirty things.

“Maya, you’re making me crazy. I need your blood, but I want my mouth on you so badly I wonder if I can die from need.”

He’s breathing even harder, like he just ran a marathon.

“More, A’Dar. Tell me more.”

“I want my tongue on you— in you. I want to taste your cum on my fingers and tongue. To hear you call my name when you come might make me find my release without the slightest touch.”

“More,” I order when he stops.

His palms make a soft slap as they touch my inner thighs, pulling them open even wider.

“You offered me your neck earlier. I couldn’t sleep even though I needed the rest earlier because I was in agony that I turned down your generous offer. May I?”

Those last two words were said in such a desperate whisper. The plea alone sends a tremor from my clit up my spine. It morphs from arousal to fear, though, when I realize I no longer hold a knife.

“You’ll have to stop when I ask, A’Dar. Promise?”

“I won’t hurt you, my heart.”

I toss my head so my braids fall over one shoulder, exposing my neck. As he pauses, I grip his wrist and place his hand between my legs. There’s no reason we both can’t enjoy this little exchange of bodily fluids.