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to refer to it that way.
    “Yes,” Joran said, bringing his lips down onto hers once more. “You feel very slick,” he observed, one hand slipping between their bodies to stroke her soaking-wet labia. “Do you think you can take me, Adriana?” Adriana hesitated a moment, catching her breath before she nodded.
    Joran’s cock pressed against her labia, sliding along her folds, and Adriana took a deep breath as she felt him guiding himself up against her. He cradled her in her arms—again she wondered where he had learned that particular maneuver, how much he actually knew about human sexuality—and kissed her as he thrust into her slowly. Adriana moaned as he filled her inch-by-inch, her body yielding to the thickness of his cock. Each bump, each ridge sent a shiver of pleasure through her until Joran’s hips pressed against hers and he paused for a moment. “You…are very tight, very small,” he murmured, moving just slightly inside of her. “I will be careful, Adriana. Do you trust me?”
    “Yes,” she said, nodding eagerly. Joran began to move, rocking his hips slowly. Every thrust made the ridges and bumps along the shaft of his member rub along her inner walls. Adriana shivered, pushing her hips down to meet Joran’s thrusts, her hands exploring the firm planes of his back and shoulders as they moved together. She wrapped her legs around his waist, twisting and pivoting her hips, as he began to move faster inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper inside.
    In a matter of moments, it seemed, Adriana felt her pleasure mounting, felt the tingling electricity coursing through her body. “God, you feel good,” she cried out as Joran filled her up over and over again, brushing up against her g-spot with each thrust. She cried out as she reached her second orgasm; but Joran showed no sign at all of stopping; her climax intensified as he continued to thrust into her steadily, his body somehow tensing. Joran shouted a string of sounds that must be his native language, and Adriana gasped as a flood of hot, thick fluid gushed into her; it tingled as it coated her inner walls, heightening her orgasm until she felt overwhelmed by the pleasure. Adriana barely felt the fluids dripping out of her as Joran’s movements began to slow, a few last spurts of his alien ejaculate shooting into her. She collapsed against the bed, too exhausted to fight the languor that came over her.
    Joran watched Adriana carefully, torn between concern and renewed desire; she had felt so good, wrapped around him—so tight, so wet, so inviting. He cradled the human woman in his arms, holding her, trying to decide whether he might have done something wrong. He knew that some of the other scientists on the crew had already begun experiments with human women; he was tempted to contact one of his colleagues and ask about this particular reaction. To the best of his people’s knowledge there should be no medical complications or allergic-type reactions between the two species—but of course, until they knew more about humans, they couldn’t be certain.
    Adriana began to stir, and Joran felt his heart beating a little faster. “You are okay, Adriana?” he asked quietly.
    “Mm,” she mumbled, turning towards him. “I’m going to be walking bow-legged for a week, but I’ll survive.”
    Joran frowned, puzzled at the comment. “Explain please?” The captivating woman’s eyes opened, and Joran felt a stirring of desire deep down at the hazy pleasure he saw on her face as she looked up at him.
    “I am not sure I even know how to explain,” Adriana said with a short laugh, shaking her head. She bit her bottom lip, and Joran could feel the pulse of desire in her body—and his own body’s reaction to it. “You—your—sex organ,” she began hesitantly. “It’s really big. Like—freakishly big, by human standards.” Joran nodded. He had been pleasantly surprised that her body could accommodate him as easily as it did, even knowing that