Tia awoke to the insistent beeping on the bio-stasis control panel. For a second, she was disoriented and confused, but quickly regained her senses. She rose stiffly from the bio-stasis chamber and went to inspect the main control panel of the shuttle. The dials and gauges showed everything working properly and the navicomputer showed the ship on the proper course.
She checked the chronometer. It had been six months and eight days since she entered the bio-stasis chamber, but she had actually been awake for most of her journey. She left home three years ago to become the first ambassador to another planet. She spent the first two and a half years of her trip studying the planet and the people she was going to meet. Chosen for her remarkable physical and mental aptitude as well as her extensive time spent in space, Tia was a remarkable young woman. As a young girl she had dreamed of visiting other worlds, and now it was finally about to come true. All of her hard work and experience were finally paying off.
Looking out the viewport, Tia contemplated the vast inky darkness of the universe. Her home was so far away; just a small bright speck among countless others. She felt so alone here in this sea of nothingness, of vacuum, of intense heat and cold. She was protected from the perilous surroundings by a thin layer of metal and plastic. It seemed such an insecure existence. Yet, in many ways she was used to it. She began her career in space travel as a child. Her parents were noted scientists and explorers and she accompanied them on numerous journeys to distant reaches of the galaxy. Now it was her turn to travel. Her turn to make history.
She settled in to brush up on her studies one last time before making contact with the ruling council's welcoming committee. She knew quite a bit about this planet before her trip, as she had been on a number of previous scouting expeditions to this area. However, she wanted to know everything she could if she was going to make this embassy a success. Finally, she took a deep breath and hit the button that would send the homing signal to the committee. Her beacon was answered immediately. The message told her that she would be within range of the landing shuttle, shortly. Tia readied herself as best she could as anxiety and excitement waged war within her. With a metallic thump and a whoosh, Tia's shuttle docked flawlessly with the awaiting ship. The airlock opened. Tia took another deep breath and stepped across into the adjacent ship.
The interior of the alien craft was very similar to her own. Made of ecru, black and gray plastics and synthetic materials, the furniture seemed on a larger scale than hers, but that was to be expected. The control panels were placed conveniently and efficiently, and the markings, though unfamiliar, were laid out clearly and geometrically. Waiting to greet her was a very large male; at least she thought so. He was standing in the center of the room and looked very imposing. He adjusted the universal translator on his ear and spoke.
"Greetings Ambassador Tia. I am commander Or-Rin. It is my great pleasure and honor to welcome you on behalf of the Ruling Council. Please make yourself at home. Our journey to the planet will take about two days since we cannot travel close to light speed within the solar system. If I can be of assistance to you in any way, please let me know."
Tia was pleased by the genuine congeniality that her host showed. These people had been in an almost constant state of war for thousands of years. Their physical prowess and ability to kill were the only real apprehensions she had of this trip. Though she was strong for her people, she was clearly outmatched by this man, and was sure to be on the losing end of any kind of physical confrontation. She calmed her fears and replied as cordially and calmly as she could.
"Thank you very much for your welcome. It has been a lifelong dream of mine to visit other peoples and I am greatly looking forward to this experience."
The man showed her to a seat and she took some time to examine him closely. He was tall and powerfully built. His eyes were slightly smaller, closer and deeper set than Tia's, but she could see great intelligence in them. He stood a full head taller than she and his arms were very long. She saw powerful muscles contoured beneath his white flight suit. She noticed that Or-Rin had more fingers than she, but his hands were graceful and dexterous in spite of the extra digits. He had a short thick mane that ran from the top of his head to the back of his powerful neck. His mouth was fairly large and his lips were much fuller than Tia's. His ears...his ears almost made her laugh out loud. She had to restrain herself. They were unusually large and somewhat pendulous. She thought, perhaps, they were actually so ungainly as to be considered cute. His legs were thick and powerful, but he seemed as lithe and as agile as a dancer.
Or-Rin sat with her and they talked for a while, somewhat stiffly at first but gradually warming to each other. He explained how he was chosen for this mission. How his exceptional military record, combined with his extensive space time and open-mindedness about other intelligence, had won him the honor. She was especially fascinated by one episode in which he had been severely wounded by a laser blast. He actually managed to return to his ship despite a torn space suit. He talked about it matter-of-factly with no hint of pride or boasting. She was beginning to get the impression that Or-Rin was a man with true character and integrity. It startled her to find out that he was also chosen because he was average in height and weight for an adult male. She found him large and intimidating. It was almost frightening to imagine that he was only average. But, somehow, she was beginning to feel very secure and at ease with her new shipmate.
Or-Rin asked her many questions. He seemed very curious about not only her people and her planet, but about her personally. His questions ranged from simple ones to very complex ones that required a bit of thought. She had gotten the impression that his people reveled in violence and military technology and had no intellectual interest in other topics. Perhaps she was mistaken. Here was a brave and decorated warrior, yet he was asking her questions about art, culture, nature and technology. Bit by bit, the two learned a good deal about each other and each genuinely impressed the other with their outstanding qualities and intellect.
Finally Or-Rin said, "The ship's lights will be shutting down for a cycle. It simulates the dark and light periods of our planet. This is a good time to get some rest if you need it. I am sure you must be tired after your long journey."
Tia replied, almost laughing, "Actually I just spent six months sleeping. But I guess a little more wont hurt."
Tia went to the small cabin designated for her. She entered in her journal the exciting events of this first face to face contact. Or-Rin had told her that the artificial gravity would shut down during the sleep cycle to save energy, so she strapped herself into the sleeping compartment and dozed. Her dreams were somewhat jumbled and chaotic, but they had one overriding theme: SEX! She awoke positively aching with desire. She really was at a loss to understand it. She was a very sexual person, but had gone to great lengths to put that at the back of her mind. Because of the length of this mission, she felt it best to try to eliminate all thoughts of physical contact. She shook her head and tried to distract herself.
Unstrapping herself as the artificial gravity returned, she went to examine the ship in the slowly increasing light. Hearing the sound of running water, she investigated. She opened a hatch to reveal Or-Rin taking a shower. The heat was almost overpowering. How could he stand to shower in such scalding water? She knew that Or-Rin's people had a much higher body temperature, but it still amazed her. His massive back and shoulders were turned toward her, so he hadn't seen her enter. She quickly tried to turn and retreat so as not to cause him any embarrassment, but she couldn't. She couldn't move! She could not bring herself to turn. She felt transfixed, as if hypnotized. Her heart raced. Her breathing raced. The analytical part of her mind raced for an answer. Pheromones! That was it. She knew about pheromones from biochemistry, but she had never experienced anything like this! The scent was subtle, but utterly intoxicating. It was so primal, so male; and it combined with her long abstinence to create a desire that actually held her spellbound.
Or-Rin turned and saw her. He quickly covered himself with a towel, but not before Tia had seen his magnificent manhood. She shook herself out of the stare and stammered, "I..I...am so sorry Or-Rin. I didn't know you were here and now that I am in here, I can't seem to leave. I think it's the pheromones that you are releasing into the air." Or-Rin was not embarrassed and understood completely. They had much to learn about interactions between the two of them psychologically and physically. He replied, "Let me put my flight suit back on. It is a chemical barrier and is probably the reason you didn't notice these effects earlier."
Tia approached him. She looked into his eyes and said, "Well....Or-Rin...um...you wouldn't have to do that. Unless...unless you don't find me attractive? We have much to learn about each other. Perhaps this is a good time to...learn?" Tia could see the war waging in his eyes. It was not due to any notion of unattractiveness, but to the conflict between desire and duty.
"Actually," Or-Rin replied. "I have always thought your people to be quite graceful and somehow poetic. I have always thought them very attractive physically. But, now that I know you, for the bright energetic person you are, I am attracted in even more ways. Are you sure that these feelings are not purely the effects of the pheromones?" "No," she answered hesitantly, "I am not sure, but I am certain that I don't care anymore whether it is or not."
Tia caressed his massive chest. She saw the scar where Or-Rin was slashed by the laser beam. She gently traced the narrow line in his skin and glided into his arms. Her mind raced and she was amazed that she was getting physically intimate with this apparent killing machine. She was even more amazed that she felt no fear. His powerful arms slid around her back. She could feel the awesome brute power in them, but they held her tenderly and lovingly. Or-Rin kissed her. His mouth completely covered hers, but it was tender and hot and full of passion. She responded in kind. The feel of his hard muscular body against hers only added fuel to her rapidly growing fire; and fire it was! Or-Rin was very hot to the touch against her skin. It added to her excitement and her curiosity. He leaned and took her nipple into his mouth. The hot sensation of his tongue on her breast was exquisite. Then he began to swirl and flutter his tongue in a way that she could hardly believe. It danced and writhed against her wrinkling and swelling aureoles. It seemed to have a life of its own. She gasped and arched her back with pleasure, driving her aching nipple deep into his mouth. As she did so, her back pushed the artificial gravity release, causing them to gently float about the cabin. She could hardly believe the intensity of feelings that his tongue was creating. She simply had to feel this tongue against her swollen passion flower. Gently, but insistently, she guided his head downwards.
It only took an instant for him to understand and comply with her desire. His hot tongue against her midsection caused her thighs to tremble. As it overtook and swirled on the small bud at the cleft of her womanhood, she erupted in climax. The feeling was magnificent. Intense. Unlike anything she had ever experienced. She gasped and squirmed with pleasure as his tongue danced on and in her. Waves of pleasure shot through her body for what seemed like hours. She calmed a bit, but was still full of desire. She could feel the tremendous heat coming from Or-Rin and she just had to feel him inside her. She slid her hand down his abdomen and took hold of his massive erection. She was a bit unsure. She had never had anything quite this large. It was soft like velvet on the surface but rigid as a steel beam. It was incredibly hot to the touch and so thick she could not wrap her hand entirely around it, but she desired it. She wanted it inside her. She carefully placed it against her moist and aching womanhood and gently slid onto it. In reality, she had no reason to worry. She was so wet and excited that she easily accepted it. His hardness completely filled her with a heat like she had never known. It was as if it was meant to be in her. The feeling was indescribable.
Now it was her turn to give Or-Rin pleasure on a scale that he had never known. Spending so much time in space, she had realized long ago that sex in a weightless environment creates certain challenges. With nothing to push against, it is very difficult to thrust together and apart during lovemaking. Since she had been old enough to think of such things, she had been developing her love muscles. She learned from old manuscripts that described the techniques used by royal concubines long ago. She could manipulate her womanhood with a strength and control that was even more dexterous than she could provide with her mouth or her hand. Her muscles gently grabbed and massaged Or-Rin's throbbing manhood. She was sure it was working because he gasped and groaned at the sensations. She started rhythmically tugging at and sliding down on his hardness, purely with her own internal muscles. Or-Rin was astonished and enraptured. The feelings were beyond his experience and beyond what he believed was possible. She thrilled at the feel of his massive beam deep inside her. She ran her hands across his muscular butt and felt him trembling as his excitement grew. Her love nest grasped at his velvety orbs and throbbed against his aching manhood. With a gasp and a cry she felt his seed cascade deeply into her. It was so hot that it almost felt like liquid fire. The feeling walked that tightrope between pleasure and pain and sent Tia off into another incredible climax. Her womanhood writhed and contracted around his pulsing shaft as the waves of pleasure coursed through her.
They lay together, floating in the cabin. They remained entwined in their intimate embrace. Tia still was not satisfied. She had to make up for three years. She gently used her muscles to caress Or-Rin's somewhat dissipating erection. She looked up into his smiling face. She knew he was smiling because his eyes were smiling too. Otherwise, she might have thought it a terrible grimace. She lay her head on his chest and mused. "This is going to take some getting used to. But I want to learn your language without the translator. Could you take off your translator and tell me what you call yourselves?"
Or-Rin removed the earpiece and spoke the word to her several times. She tried to mimic the almost musical word. Finally, she pronounced it quite close to correct and Or-Rin nodded that she had succeeded. He replaced his earpiece. She flexed her muscles and felt his manhood begin to swell in response. She smiled up at him and said, "If this beginning is any indication of the future of this mission. I think I will enjoy being among...hoommanns." Tia noticed that she really liked the look of her light blue skin against his tan chest.
