“I’ve been here a bit, it’s not my first time doing this with a human. It is the first time with, uh…”
“Yeah?” I smile, “you’re OK with it?”
“Are you kidding? I am a literal space alien, Lucy, it would be super fucking weird for me to be transphobic.”
“I imagine there are space bigots.”
“There are, but I’m not one of them.” Xyzo slides her tentacle up my arm, moving past the elbow. “Promise.” I don’t put up resistance because I want whatever this issobad. “Can I kiss you?”
Words fail me, so I nod.
Xyzo approaches gently, the tentacle snaking up further, now winding over my shoulders. The kiss, when it comes, is electric. Like an eruption of energy in my brain. It feels so different and yet so familiar at the same time. She tastes sweet…but then I realize that’s just the fruit punch.
I lean against the table and let her press into me, and she takes me up on the offer. Her other arm, split into a few tentacles of different lengths, crawls across my hips and down my leg.
This should feel terrifying. It should instill panic in me in a way I can’t even comprehend, but in Xyzo’s appendages I feel maybe more safe than I’ve ever felt with anyone. Maybe even more than with myself.
“You’re a good kisser…” Xyzo says with a grin.
I peck at her again, feeling her draw closer to me, inch by inch. “You’re not bad yourself.”
“I’ve had hundreds of years to study it, though.” Xyzo leans back in for another kiss, her body feeling like it will merge with mine if we keep them this close for too long. “You’re not bad for someone who just got started.”
“I’ve kissed…some people…” I laugh nervously.
“I’m sure I can show you a thing or two.” Xyzo leans in for another kiss. Her lips are a completely new feeling to me, obviously, but, they feel so perfect against mine.
“Yes, ma’am…” I relax, letting myself release to the power and control.
I’ve never been the dominant one in relationships, and it turns out that doesn’t change when my partner is a different species. Feeling Xyzo’s strength, her power, and her restraint to keep me exactly where she wants me while keeping me safe has already turned me into a puddle.
“Can I…is it OK if I…touch you?” I say.
“Thank you for asking nicely, and, absolutely…” Xyzo wraps a tentacle around my forearm and puts it at the base of her stomach in the small gap between the zipper in the wetsuit she was wearing.
I’m hesitant, but I reach up and glide my hand under the fabric, feeling her body for the first time outside of the context of survival. It’s a little weird to be with someone this cold, even more so now that with a human, she would be getting warmer and warmer. As I touch Xyzo, her skin shifts in color slightly, grey hues coming to the surface in the wake of my fingertips.
“You’re…like a mood ring.” I say, swirling my finger above her hip.
“Pretty literally…I mean, I’m holding back a little. If I shifted away more from my humanoid form, you’d see a whole rainbow of hues.”
“Don’t feel like you need to disguise yourself for me, Xyzo…” I say, my hand wandering further up her stomach.
“You sure? Most humans have…problems with it.”
“I think we’ve firmly established I am not like most humans and don’t give a fuck about what they usually do. Clearly.” I glance down at my body, admiring the ways I’ve crafted and shaped it despite what nature tried to throw at me.
Xyzo smirks and kisses me before relaxing, holding me tight with her tentacles still. “I’ll keep things fairly anthropomorphic, but…well…if you want me to really change, I’ll have to be naked.”
“I don’t see a problem with that if you don’t…” I say.
“Seems like since I’m the guest, maybe you should get that way first.” Xyzo unwraps me from her tentacles and takes a step back, her eyes sweeping me.
“Is that an order?”
“Should it be?”
“Fuck…” I say. The look on Xyzo’s face tells me this isn’t the first time she’s taken charge with someone, or…something…and the confidence she’s projecting is the exact kind that turns me into the subbiest girl who’s ever lived. It’s almost like she’s reading my mind, which…
