Paradise Found Ch. 02

Thoughts of Elise pierced the fuzzy veil that had been cast over my mind. She did say she was okay with my dalliance, but love and trust were paramount.

"I'm not exactly a willing partner here," I lied to myself.

She trapped me in my room, and clearly would accept no rejection this time. In truth, however, I wrestled with the thought that I shouldn't be receiving this...heavenly...oh...

She started moving in earnest.

I smelled strongly of sweat and my own essence, but it seemed to have the opposite effect than I had anticipated. She uttered a long, low moan and unzipped the top of her pants. Her right hand vanished from view as she continued to service me. Pendulous bare breasts swayed gently in time with the bobbing of her head, their supremely soft mass brushing against my legs, driving me wild.

Her expert tongue knew exactly where to attend. My pleasure mounted and my breath became ragged as I spiraled toward release.

"Stop... I'm close" I breathed.

I wasn't ignored, but my expectations were again defied when she only increased her motion, quickly bringing me to euphoric climax. My body clenched and I furiously pumped into her mouth. She continued to suck and swallow, cleaning me without drama. I softened, feeling relaxed and peaceful as some of my drive evaporated.

She pulled me down off the bed and pointed to the couch behind me -- I obeyed and sat. Lidded green eyes inspected my nude form, revealing the desire she felt.

Her body was lithe as she peeled off her jeans, thrusting out her magnificent ass and giving me a show in the process. Her panties came last, but I could barely call the tiny black strips of lacy silk underwear. She had a small patch of neatly trimmed light brown hair covering the perfect vee of her sex.

She turned her back to me and stood tall, pride in her features evident as she slowly caressed the curves of her hips and behind, finishing so low on her long legs that I spied her pink sex peeking at me.

Even in my satisfied state, I wanted nothing more than to jump off the couch and feel every succulent curve of her perfect behind. I was a rapt audience as her show completed and she turned and moved toward me. Each sway of her dangerous hips bringing the source of her scent closer.

The scent was so powerful now that I could scarcely think. Only the 8 foot 6 inch vision of sex incarnate in front of me could satisfy my dire needs. My body reacted to her allure by immediately returning my cock back to its former rigidity. An unseen force tugged at my pelvis, implacably guiding it toward her succulent cunt.

Her long, slender finger wagged at me when she discovered what my body was compelling me to toward.

"Your turn." Ash prompted as she turned back around, spreading her legs and proffered her dripping pink lips. Her inner thighs glistened with her honey as she ordered me onward.

"Be a good boy and make me scream."

Her statuesque form positioned her pussy at exactly the correct spot for my eager mouth. A large hand provided gentle, albeit completely unnecessary, guidance toward her hot, silken folds. The aroma whispered to me, pulling me forward.

From within me I discovered a kernel of something perverse, and the impulse to tease this dominant woman took me. I held myself inches from her steamy sex and inhaled.

She huffed in frustration, but allowed it.

The backs of my hands trailed the lines of her hips down her vee toward her apex, each one barely kissing the creamy flesh. She breathed in haltingly, right on the fulcrum of anticipation and satisfaction. I decided her patience had been tested enough, and quickly sank my face into her hot, wet core.

A long, low moan sounded from somewhere far above me as I worked my tongue gently across her lips and deeper within her.

It was not my first time pleasuring a woman, but the experience was different in almost every way with Ash. Her...everything was significantly larger and slightly intimidating. I was an adolescent boy with a woman full in her flower. I quickly realized, however, that I had more control than I was accustomed to thanks to the dexterity that her larger features lent my tongue. This I liked.

I was pleasantly shocked to note that her smell and taste were so delectable that I didn't want to stop. Nectar poured from her, coating my face and dripping down from my chin as I labored. Her moans were coming louder and more insistent as I positioned a hand on the sheath over her clit and started rubbing gently.

A large hand grabbed the back of my head and ground it into the giantess. She shivered violently and I could tell she was near. Furiously I worked my tongue as far into her as its length allowed and increased the intensity with which I manipulated her clit.

My efforts paid the ultimate dividend when her warm, sweet juices finally flooded my face and her peaen of pleasure crescendoed. I licked my lips, gathering the melon sweet essence as her body shook, and relaxed.

I grabbed a towel and wiped my drenched face, bending over to clean the floor where pools of her liquid divulged our carnality. I had hardly a minute to finish when her large hands grabbed me and flung me back into the couch, my cock standing tall. Hmm.... extremely tall, I must say. Have I always been this big?

I was still examining my cock when Ash brought herself to the couch and straddled me. Without ceremony or opportunity for denial, she slowly impaled herself upon me. The couch creaked briefly under her weight. Heavenly curves filled my field of view.

The feeling inside of her defied description -- my sensitive member was sandwiched in fields of warm, wet velvet. Unseen agents manipulated my length as she pistoned above me.

I could tell she was using her considerable inner thigh strength to keep most of her weight from crushing me, but the pressure was incredible nevertheless. I wondered at that, realizing that she must have weighed several hundred pounds. How was this not painful?

Her legs were too long to fit folded under her on the couch, she was forced to sway forward and back as I pounded into her from below, making her gigantic breasts sway and bob in a pleasing rhythm. Even sitting up as much as I was able, her pouting nipples were beyond the reach of my lips as we fornicated. Despite this mild disappointment, the two globes sandwiched my entire head, their weight slapping soft, supple flesh into the sides of my face.

"Suffocation wouldn't be so bad, if I can go out like this," I mused.

She closed in on her finish, clutching my small body to her stomach tightly as she came. Her form was shaking violently as I peaked myself, arching my pelvis to cum inside of her.

She looked down at me in a fog with the closest thing I've ever seen to tenderness.

"There's a good boy. Your goddess is pleased." Her crooked smile was so beautiful.

Her purr ran down my spine and stimulated me even in my hazy state. Was I reacting to pleasing her, or the sound of her voice?

I was reassured as the sultry temptress disappeared and she said, "Don't worry, if you've only been with your girlfriend and I, you shouldn't be able to impregnate me yet."

Standing free of me, Ash languorously stretched this way and that trying to work out the cramped position she had taken during our coupling.

"What does that mean? Are you saying it has something to do with how many infected women I've fucked?" I said, matter-of-factly.

"Really now, Alex! Such language! I didn't think you had it in you."

The look I shot her was not friendly.

Once more she turned serious, "Yes, just so.

"My research indicates that male infected who are truly compatible with the virus, called Mates in some circles, experience a number cumulative changes as they come in contact with a female infected's...essence.

"In most documented cases, this involves changing the Mate's body; preparing it for the rigors of sex with larger females. You recall that I alluded to this when I arrived; you've bulked up somewhat, but it's not just muscle growth. Muscle density, bone density, tendon and ligament strength, endurance, and reaction times are some of the known adaptations."

I still hadn't moved. Sitting naked on the couch, I toweled myself clean. She looked appraisingly at my limp member and continued.

"It's common to have other evolutionary traits as well, but they vary greatly by subject. You seem to have done well though." Her crooked smile appeared. "Unless that's all you by birth.... In which case, congrats."

"So what about the infertile/sterile thing?" I asked, now in full-on learning mode.

She started cleaning herself and she sat next to me on the couch.

"It's really a whole lot of speculation, to be honest. One theory is that the virus originated on another planet. The original host species for the virus could have evolved while incorporating traits that the virus imbued, creating a form of symbiosis. You have to admit, most traits it bestows are actually positive for natural selection."

Long, gorgeous legs distracted me momentarily as she started to pull her pants on.

She continued, "But then, why would the females be the sole recipients of the growth symptom, you may ask." I nodded. "No one really knows, but what if their family units were structured differently from ours? If their males felt no instinctual obligation to remain and defend their mates and offspring after reproducing, the females may have needed the added size to protect their offspring from dangerous predators.

"Personally, my hypothesis regarding the male potency has to do with the virus making them better seed donors. Studies indicate some signs that the human male infected sperm cumulatively gain potency with each partner he has.

"What if the virus allowed the original host males to incorporate DNA from each of their female partners into their gametes, creating stronger offspring? This also aligns with the notion that the alien males were extremely promiscuous, having many partners and shunning familial attachments.

"Obviously, there are some marked differences between human males and the original infected, assuming they existed."

"Like what?" I asked.

Again, my mind wandered as she loaded her breasts back in her bra and started pulling her sweater on, flipping her hair to free it from under the shirt.

"Well, for starters, human infected males are nearly sterile. It appears that the additional traits that are gained through mating with multiple infected partners are somehow coded into the male sperm, though all that's known for certain is that they manifest as an increase in potency. As there have not been any known offspring of human infected, it's impossible to test the veracity of the theoretical female trait cross pollination effect. And then there is the fact that so few males are actually compatible with the virus in the first place, even if they are a carrier for it.

"Either the male genetic makeup of our two species is simply too different, or our scientists mucked something up when they tinkered with it. My money is on both." she posited.

Was she some kind of scientist? This sounded too legit...

She slouched on the couch and crossed her legs, facing me with a smile.

"It's not just you males, either. We female infected are, for all intents and purposes, infertile to human sperm anymore. Only the augmented seed of a Mate can impregnate us. ...we hope."

A thought briefly crossed my mind; how different my relationship was with her than Elise. We had wild, passionate sex only moments prior, but I felt as though I might have been harassing her if I laid my hand on her thigh just then.

What made me feel better about it was the knowledge that I had no desire to touch and cuddle with Ash. My feelings just didn't extend to her that way.

Elise was everything to me. Sexy, fun, smart, and compassionate. I missed her.

It was just then that I heard a loud knock on the door. Ash handled it for me.

"Alex is busy; go away!"

My blood froze in a flash as I heard the most beautiful voice in the world's quiet reply:

"Alex?"

Oh my God! Elise was here?