Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

He let the questions about human leadership pass it was too complex, and he was too cynical, for an easy answer at this time. Her cutting queries were part of the record, in any case. Let posterity poke fun at the illogicalness of government. He just cooperated, letting her touch his face, her fingertips warm against his skin. Her gazed into her eyes, and found them as human and alluring as any woman's he'd seen. Was her entire race capable of mimicking creatures so completely? Body temperature, structure, even clothing now that she'd created some... it was uncanny. And her facial expressions and body language were right for what she was supposed to be feeling she was either a quick study, or she'd already picked up more from just his DNA than he'd ever thought possible. Her fingers traced back along his jawline, and if he hadn't been nervous about the whole merging, he would have found it tender and quite pleasurable. Her gaze seemed to draw him in, and even though he knew the ludicrousness of it, he found himself wanting to lean in toward her. Then again, it had been an awfully long time since he'd last had someone so physically close to him like this. And mentally, only a very few, less than a handful, had ever been so intimate. He could feel her mind, on the edges of his consciousness. It wasn't quite like the feeling he'd had when dealing with human telepaths, but it was in the same category. His eyes closed, and he could kind of resolve it in his mind it wasn't really sight or hearing, but the metaphor of it was the best way he had to imagine it. It was as if her thoughts were a cool breeze infiltrating the whirling hot gears of his own thoughts, sliding in between them, not interfering. Or a whisper of a different tone infiltrating the rhythmic drone of his own brain, a counterpoint with its own identifiable melody that nonetheless played alongside his. He wasn't trying to probe back, he was trying to be open and let himself be touched by her mind, trying to merge or whatever it was she had planned. But even without consciously trying, he could see some of what was going on, and it felt like he could have found out more, if he wanted. He just received some of the knowledge without really trying, sort of like having old memories resurface, except they were memories that hadn't been there before, that hadn't existed in his brain an instant ago, and he knew that they weren't his own thoughts even as he was able to access them. He knew, for example, that she had been absolutely truthful about her species unwillingnessinability to lie, which was reassuring. What little he could easily see of the stream of her consciousness, it was so much more ordered and rational than a human's there was very little branching of thoughts, very little wandering some of that could have been just the situation they were currently in, but he got the impression that she was always like this. Was that a function of her species' physical structure? Did he have emotions and random ideas and conceptual connections because of the processes of his consciousness or because of the electrochemical and hormonal interactions of the biocomputer in his skull that housed said processes? Considering human creativity and ingenuity were often the result of said random connections, perhaps that was an advantage that humans had over even some of the older species in the galaxy. Intriguing. But one of the most overriding sensations, one that was so prevalent throughout their interaction that he had mistaken it at first as a kind of telepathic baseline background hum, was the constant feeling of pleasure. She had said anger and pleasure were the two poles on the single Telkran emotional line, but he hadn't realized she lived in constant pleasure so much as it seemed. But then the pleasure spiked, he wasn't sure from what, and he realized, it wasn't just her normal state, it was her reaction to him! And the bleed-over from her emotions had a powerful effect on him, as well he realized the initial impetus wasn't his own sensation, but in the face of sensing it, sensing this woman's pleasure from the inside, from her perspective, how could he not react in the same way? He had been too nervous, or too telepathically insensitive, to really instigate his own pleasure from the contact, but it was more than easy to feed off hers, it was inevitable. Some vague, distant part of him registered that she was pressing up against his skinsuit, but he was lost in his brain's sensation of her. And he could tell his emotions, the plethora of them, were having an effect on her. If his mind was a field of red, and her telepathic probe was a tentative probing shaft of blue, then the edges of her mind's intrusion were beginning to roil with purple, sending veiny lines of color back to the source. He didn't know what that impressionistic image might mean, it was just something his brain painted, but it made him wonder once again whether by holding human form and seeing the example of human emotions if Lya might learn how to feel outside of the Telkran limits. He was not a psychologist, much less an exopsychologist he had no idea if such a thing were even possible, and if so, whether it would be more dangerous than not. But it was something to think about, when he had the... At this point, a telepathic tongue darted out, a fractioning shaft of purple-shot blue, and touched on something in his consciousness and his physical brain, and his whole body stiffened, and his thinking went white-out for a long moment, and completely lost track of what had been happening with the merging. He had no idea how much of that she had sensed, but when he came back to himself, her mind was gone from his, his arms were tight around her, having clenched her close instinctively in the throes of his reaction, and his groin was painfully constricted, from the most significant male reaction he'd experienced since his teen years. Lya pulled herself away, eyes large and almost panicked. What did you do? What was that? That, Lya, I think was an orgasm. I've never had one purely through the pleasure center of my brain before, he panted. He realized belatedly that this was part of the recording he was going to have to edit out. At least, that's what it was for me I don't know what the experience was for you, exactly, but when you touched my mind just now... well, that's a state we humans usually only achieve through intimate physical stimulation. Er, not to be crude or anything. Also belatedly, he realized he shouldn't be worried about biological modesty in front of a being who could take on any biological form and internal construction she wanted. But it was a hard habit to break. I can go into more detail later, but let's just say it's something that my species has evolved to consider pleasurable enough to pursue. Some who can, pursue it nearly constantly. He chuckled, releasing her a little bit more. And I can't say I blame them. Um... so... did you find what you were looking for? He found himself unaccountably shy, and couldn't put his finger on why, exactly.