Unnatural Instinct: Abduction

17.

He does as you say, lying in the middle of the bed, his ankles crossed in embarrassment, looking away towards the opposite wall so he can't see you and what's about to happen. You can see he's trembling and you begin to wonder whether this is such a good idea. You've never seen a man act like this and it's not as though you haven't been with a virgin before.

You wriggle out of the rest of the suit. Its crotch is wet and you're careful not to stand in your own stickiness as you step out of it. He still doesn't look at you. Kneeling on the bed beside him, you touch his shoulder.

Finally, he turns to you and you see he's as pale as a sheet. He really does look sick. Sweat beads his chest. He's panting. His eyes shine with tears.

'Are you all right?' you say.

Swallowing, he looks down at the triangle of hair between your legs. 'Please.' He winces, turning away as more semen dribbles out of him.

You move quickly. Lifting your leg over him, you straddle him. He groans, pushing his face further into his pillow. Wasting no time, you take him in your hand, sticky and blue and as hard as a log. You try your best to ignore a sudden jab of concern. He's big. He'll be the biggest you've ever experienced. He's even bigger than that thing he put inside you.

Biting your lip, you raise yourself up and ease yourself over him. It isn't too bad. Other than a little pinch at the beginning, you slide right over him.

You sit for a moment, panting. He's turned his eyes to the ceiling now. A big vein throbs in his left temple. He licks his lips.

Then you rock. He groans again. Tears leak out as he closes his eyes. What is wrong with him? Why is he so frightened of what should be the most natural thing in the world? What has his species done to themselves?

'Don't be scared,' you say, taking his hand and placing it on you breast. 'Look at me.'

He does, his blue eyes so bright they almost seem to glow. You rock faster. He gasps, half-sitting up as he seizes onto your hips. The muscles in his abdomen clench. His adam's apple bobs up and down. His eyes become brighter still—too bright. What's happening? 

It's not just his eyes. You look down with a gasp. You're glowing too. And you realise that it's him; he's glowing inside you. You look at him and see the same shock as you feel.

You should probably stop—who can predict what might happen?—but you don't want to; instead, you rock faster. You glow brighter. His eyes glow brighter too the closer he comes to the end. His fingers claw into your hips. He grits his teeth.

Finally, he jerks. You feel him spasm, which triggers your own release. It rolls inside you like a wave, sending all your nerves tingling.

Throwing your head back, you give a little cry. You slow your rocking, then stop. For several moments you're motionless with him deep inside you and your head still thrust back. You've forgotten how much you've missed it.

You've forgotten how good it can make you feel.

You can hear him breathing. He's not moving either, probably waiting for you to take the initiative. Finally, you level your head and look down at him. He's staring at you, his lips parted in awe.

You look down at yourself and give a little shriek. You lift your hands, holding them in the air. They're blue. From what you can see, all of you is blue. Whatever he's put into you is running through your veins. You look down at your chest and you can see your heart pumping whatever it is around your body. How is this possible? Your reproductive system isn't even connected with your cardiovascular system!

Dropping your hands to your pelvis, you stare. Everything there glows: your vagina, your uterus, your fallopian tubes. It's like a textbook picture. Like an x-ray. But aren't x-rays radioactive? You start to panic.

'What have you done to me?' you say.

He doesn't answer, just shakes his head.

'What have you done to me!' He seizes your hips as you try to pull away. 'Let me go!'

'Stop.' He speaks your name, and it startles you enough that you take pause. 'It's all right. It's what's supposed to happen.'

'Supposed to happen?!'

'For my species. For my species.'

You try to slow your breathing. 'What do you mean?' You raise your arms, looking at yourself. 'What is this?'

'It'll only last a short while. Don't try to pull away—you'll only hurt yourself.'

'Hurt myself?' You attempt to slide off him, only to find that you're stuck. You try again but wince at the pain. Somehow, his penis has suctioned you onto it. Despite what he says, it fills you with dread and you start to tremble.

He speaks your name again, then grabs your arms, his now normal blue eyes boring into yours. 'You need to trust me.'

You swallow. 'How long ... how long are we supposed to stay like this?'

'I'm not sure. The documentation is vague. It's an evolutionary process whereby the male feeds his sperm into the female for as long as possible.' His cheeks turn pink. 'I'm still ejaculating into you. That's the blue, as I'm sure you've figured out.'

A sudden horror makes your heart hammer. You assumed you couldn't but maybe you're wrong. 'I can't fall pregnant, can I?'

'Not possible. My species' sperm cannot penetrate the walls of your ova.'

You release a whoosh of air. 'How do you know that?' you say almost accusingly. He doesn't answer. More experiments. 'You should have warned me.'

'I'm sorry. I didn't think.' He purses his lips. 'I haven't been thinking too clearly lately.'

You manage a quivering smile. The way you're sitting makes your hips and knees ache, so you attempt to shift your position. Awkwardly, trying your best not to pull at each other's groins, you both roll over so you're lying down beside each other, chest to chest.

'I can't believe this is happening,' you say.

Smiling, he brushes aside your fringe with his long forefinger. 'Me neither.'

You glance down between your two bodies. Your groins are still pinned together and your body is still blue, though it seems to be fading. 'It's so strange. Why don't you do it anymore? Don't you miss it?'

'How can I miss something I haven't experienced?' he says.

'True.' You chuckle. 'But how do you have babies?'

'Via gestational tubes. We extract sperm from the males and eggs from the females via a needle through the belly. Then inject them together in a dish. When we're confident of a viable zygote, we inject it into a gestational tube where the foetus will grow.'

'Sounds unnecessarily complicated.'

'I suppose it is, but it eradicates genetic disorders and mutations. Plus, we can create beings with desirable genetic codes.'

'You mean you design the next generation.'

'In a way. Yes.'

'We humans won't do that.'

He doesn't respond.

'So that means you're designed too,' you continue.

He nods. 'My aptitude is science and research. I'm meant to be precise, fastidious and logical. That is why all of this is so shocking to me.'

'We are more than our genes,' you say.

He smiles. 'Clearly so.'

You giggle, then chuckle, then snort with laughter. He starts to laugh too. Neither of you can stop laughing.