FSE

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James stared blankly at the blue-hued beauty of Earth, hovering with quiet enormity outside the transparent hull of the Exile Star. He felt no twinge of guilt, no fear of the unknown that may have accompanied some colonists' thoughts as they witnessed the same vista. If anything, the Ancient One felt only relief, strange comfort that soon everything would become interesting again. A thousand years on that beautiful rock had allowed him to perceive all existence had to offer, but it had come at a terrible price; he was profoundly bored.

Science could prevent degradation of the body, but there was little it could do for the sentience inside. Though immortality had long been in the hands of mankind, less than ten thousand individuals of the over one hundred billion humans on the planet were older than three hundred. Boredom had become the most deadly disease mankind would ever face.

A combination of uncommon will and a profound fascination with life had served as James' proverbial antibiotic. It was little wonder that he had devoted his life to science, a profession he had been sure would stave off boredom indefinitely.

It hadn't.

Now he was here, hovering in the luxuriously spacious oval stasis pods afforded the Founding Crew, minutes from drifting unconscious for centuries across a sixth of the galaxy. It was one fateful summer's night in Crete that James had come to the conclusion that he would either leave the now dreary planet, or take his own life. The former was a relatively evident choice; suicide was a terribly awkward thing to go through, after all. Discovering and classifying a whole new biology might even serve to stave off boredom for another short century. Three hundred million people with nearly that many reasons for leaving Earth slept behind him in less generous quarters, compressed tens of thousands of times to fit in the belly of the Exile Star. It would be years yet after their journey before the colony had sufficient infrastructure to free them all from the confines of stasis.

James looked over at the only other pod in the vacuous space that comprised the ship's core, in it the unconscious body of his First Engineer already under the effect of a neurosuppressing stasis field. The woman had arrived some time before him, probably keen to follow the mission schedule as closely as possible. After a thousand years of life James found he could no longer care about being punctual; a year seemed about as inconsequential to him as a day, or a minute. The dry dock crew had been none too impressed at his arrival just before the Exile was to launch, but none of them were too intent on quarrelling with an Ancient, especially not one they would ever see again.

Punctuality was generally a telltale sign of youth.... just how young was this Engineer of his? He queried his neural net for her personnel sheet, pleased at the millisecond latency in its retrieval. One never knew how long a query would take to process given the quantum nature of the search algorithms; the collected knowledge of mankind was no small database to search.

This girl had been busy! Not less than eleven first class certifications graced her datasheet. Successfully completing so many was impressive by itself, though James was still interested as to how long it had taken her. He swiped several holographic pages aside until he reached her biological statistics.

Mental age: 29.

A smile crept onto his eternally youthful face as the now uncommon feeling of surprise gripped him. It was certainly something of a feat to accomplish that much in so little time. James traditionally had little respect for sub-hundreds, the majority slaves to the ultra-hedonism unending life and nonexistent scarcity afforded them, but this girl seemed to be an exception to the rule. At least the colony's classes would be in good order; he was not eager to ruin the neutrality Thought brought to the Three by being the only qualified decision maker.

Now satisfied with his inquiry, James pulled his eyes back toward the intricate beauty of Earth. Soothing green numbers imposed themselves on the top left corner of his vision; their sudden transition into distinctive red gave warning of the ship's imminent transition to FTL.

Cherenkov radiation emitted from the Y-Drive began to create soft illumination on the non-transparent sections of hull as it reached energy saturation, soft aurorae outlining ovular shadows of the ridiculously powerful electromagnetic fields which protected vital sections of the ship. Augmented with powerful mass fields, the shielded sections of the ship proved invulnerable to all but the most physically fearsome anomalies the _Exile_would encounter in its long journey. The glow gave the whole scene the ambiance of a dream, not without its effect on the onlooking man.

As the last ten seconds ticked away, James found himself surprised to feel the slightest twinge of sadness as the knowledge he would never see his birth planet again sank into his mind. His reflexive salute came just before darkness claimed his consciousness.

---

Unusually intense blue light reflected off Robin's teeth, her devious smile both literally and metaphorically brightening her countenance. The irradiance of the enormous A-class sun cast the light gray floor of the ship's core in a harsh blue glare, excepting the sharp shadow cast by the Engineer's unadorned physique.

Robin's eyes, mercifully shielded from the increased irradiance of their new star by light polarizing nanomachines, held their gaze on the still unconscious Ancient. His nude form, thickly muscled as required of the Founding Crew, indicated he too found clothing to be constrictive and gaudy. Some still preferred to cover themselves, more in consideration of utility or fashion than the archaic sense of modesty that had gripped humanity so long ago, but she preferred the profound freedom nudity offered. Nevertheless it was not unknown for her to don apparel for special occasions. The Ancient's unfamiliar pose and odd choice of white hair nagged at her, but more pressing thoughts possessed her attention. How would he handle the unexpected ecstasy that gripped her less than an hour ago?

She shifted her hips as she recalled the experience, tiny sensations of pleasure tantalizing her even now. Colonist's Delight, as it would later be termed, greeted the adventurous sort that volunteered for Earth's long distance colony missions with intense physical euphoria upon their every movement. The overwhelming pleasure of movement had taken Robin by surprise upon release from stasis, but she was quick to catch on to the phenomenon, all too eager to experiment on herself.

It had been blissful agony to crawl to the item synthesizer and manufacture her favorite sex toy, but the effort was more than rewarded. Her hypothesis proved correct; Colonist's Delight affected every muscle. Her orgasms on the floor of the ship had been some of the best of her entire life.

If only they had gotten out of stasis at the same time....

Robin's thoughts were interrupted by the barely audible sound of the pod doors opening, magnified in the silence in the room. Applied gravity slowly brought James' figure out of its pose, slumping it gently along the floor's soft slope.

A wide, pastel green plain dominated by iridescent blue skies seemed to replace the vista of Earth James had subjectively moments before beheld, six hundred years passing in the blink of an eye. Robin's silhouette broke the strange visage, arms crossed as she leaned against invisible bulkheads. He stood.

"Good mo-" Reason failed him for what seemed an eternity as an unbelievably good feeling warmed each muscle of his body.

Robin hoped the man was too enraptured to notice her huge grin. "Our bodies haven't moved in six hundred years. Pretty cool, huh?"

James braced himself against the unwarranted pleasure, focusing on the Engineers words to work his way back to awareness. He stood as still as he could, now more excited by the phenomenon than the pleasure it brought. What an incredible discovery! A discovery Earth could never have made, unable to communicate with the colonies it scattered about the Milky Way. The thought enticed a reflexive smile, radiating pleasure through his skull.

The experience of a thousand years told James there was only one thing to do in a situation like this.

After taking another moment to ready himself, the Ancient dropped to the pod floor. Limbs sprayed wildly about as James contracted every muscle he could think to move as quickly as possible. For minutes he reveled in the oppressing ecstatic sensation, so intense as to paralyze rational thought. Robin could only stare on, both amused and disappointed.

"What an incredibly unsexy way to deal with that."

Sensitization may be unsexy, but damn was it efficient. Five minutes after awakening, James was mobile, the radiating muscular pleasure nagging, but controllable. Robin regarded him impressively as he approached her, doubting she could have moved so normally under such rapturous duress.

"You know, it affects every muscle..." She looked down at his exposed member, then back at his face. A mischievous smile shone out from the woman, in between shoulder length red hair made iridescent by the intense illumination. An unintentionally harsh frown rebuked the advance. Maybe his Engineer was just another typical sub-hundred.

"An evident conclusion, Engineer. Status report?" The uncommon amalgamation of accent caught Robin off guard, surprised at how appealing it sounded. Even so, it did little to assuage Robin's disappointment. Who knew Ancients were so asexual?

She called up the colonization statistics, neatly arranged for her perusal by the rudimentary artificial intelligences that ran the ship. Robin grimaced at the Ancient's over formality; there was no way that was going to work if she wanted to get close to him. "You can call me Robin, if you don't mind."

James realized he may have sounded a bit harsh in his refusal. "Sorry, Robin. You know how cranky the elderly can get." The joke only left the young human confused; no Earthling had aged past adulthood in many a century. "You can call me James, by the way."

"It's... okay, James." She smiled comfortably, deciding to leave the comment be.

"Anyway. The trip went rather smoothly, considering the magnitude of the journey. Only three non-deflected incidents occurred in transit, all in noncritical sections of the ship. Drone dispersal is at sixty seven percent, drop tubes at nominal throughput. They started construction before you were even conscious."

She gestured out the hull at the gossamer threads of structural fiber climbing slowly into the alien skies. Tiny dots glistened as they caught the overly bright sun's rays, spreading around the tenuous structure in swarms not unlike insects. He marveled at the scene as the Engineer continued, not having seen a project of such scale undertaken in a long while.

"Around ten percent of the planet has been surveyed. No structures indicative of intelligent life, unfortunately, but we're already seeing lots of interesting species." Robin's fingers danced across holographic controls, made visible courtesy of artificial signals in her ocular nerve. Pictures of alien species began to cycle through a holographic screen. Lack of composition and weird angles made it obvious that these were taken by aerial drones.

"Holy shit..." James placed his hand on the image of a winged creature, stopping the slideshow. The figure was curiously positioned atop what appeared to be a giant, oddly colored sunflower. A tiny black scale in the corner of the screen gave the flowers a width of two and a half meters. Deduction told James the creature was a little smaller than a human.

"Is that... a dragon? I love dragons!" James could not help but chuckle at the Engineer. "It_does_ look like one, doesn't it. That's not the reason I paused on this photo, however." He paused to look at her, curious if she could pick up on what he saw.

Robin contorted her thin face, blue eyes rapt as they scanned the photo. What had he seen? Flowers? Big, but uninteresting... It had to be the animal. What was it doing? She stared for long seconds at the roughly detailed image, slowly piecing together subtle clues of light and perspective. The realization hit her like a truck.

"Holy shit." James was amused at her identical reaction. "It almost looks like... it... she is masturbating..."

Not bad. "Very astute, Engineer. Do you know any animal that masturbates?"

Was this a trick question? She went with her gut. "No."

"Exactly. This thing... I think it's sentient." James continued to stare at the image, trying unsuccessfully to play devil's advocate against his own conclusion.

Silence momentarily gripped the room, reverent in the wake of the magnitude of the realization. Robin's immature laughter ended the moment rather unceremoniously.

"Not a very glamorous position to find the first sentient species in the galaxy in, is it?" He couldn't help but agree, but it's not like this was some work of fiction. Things aren't always perfect in reality.

James' soft steps to the synthesizer drew Robin's attention away from the image. Fingers rapidly hit unphysical buttons and the machine came to life with a barely perceptible hum.

"What are you doing?" His silver eyes met hers, blazing with an intensity that had not been seen in them since before the young Engineer was born.

"I'm going to make First Contact."

--

Formidably sized sentry drones dwarfed the Ancient as he stood in the topmost airlock of the Exile, jutting out of the ship's dorsal ridge atop the enormous core room he had left a visibly displeased Robin in. She had been desperate to accompany him, but someone had to stay and manage the thousands of tons of automated machinery that was currently cruising around the planet.

The firm embrace of inertial webbing around James' chest served only to magnify the feeling of tickling excitement in his lungs and his slightly elevated heart rate. It was not only the thought of First Contact that had the Ancient so aflame with emotion, though that was no small part of it. A curious sensation had nagged at his mind from the moment he had regained consciousness. At first he wrote it off as a side effect of Colonist's Delight, but it remained steady in his mind even as the pleasure of movement had subsided. Not only that, it seemed to change in intensity depending on which direction he faced. He logically inferred that something was reaching out to him, trying to guide him to some unknown location. First Contact was top priority on his excursion, but this phenomenon was certainly worth investigation afterward.

James looked up to one of the only physical screens on the ship, harsh red text displaying airlock status and atmospheric conditions.

PRESSURIZING

AMBIENT: 0.33g / 820.18kPa

WARNING: HYPEROXIC ENVIRONMENT

Soft internal lighting was overwhelmed by the irradiance of the alien sun as the airlock disappeared, bathing everything in an unearthly blue-white sheen. The airlock took on a new, perceptively weighty feel as its atmosphere was replaced by that of the planet.

Neurally induced resistance met James' left hand as he enabled the flight control systems. It was an almost comedic scene as he tested the efficacy of the device, swinging lazily about the large room in response to small applications of acceleration. Satisfied with the functionality, James toggled the mass field that was essentially just a high tech windshield and pushed the throttle to full. Almost instantly the steely embrace of the ship hull was replaced by a breathtaking alien vista, opalescent in the full light of an enormous blue-white primary.

James marveled at the expanded view the increased altitude afforded him as he climbed almost a kilometer into the alien atmosphere. Small iridescent lakes pockmarked the planet surface, encircled by thick rings of tall, unfamiliar jungle. Pastel green grass covered the rest of the land, even underfoot the fields of gigantic flowers that began some distance away from the ship's engines.

James was unsurprised to see the purple navigational arrow that pointed to the location where the drone photo had been taken was oriented at this field. What did surprise him was that the feeling nagging at his brain seemed to hit a maximum in the same direction. A strange hypothesis crossed his mind: could this feeling be caused by the creature in the photograph? It was certainly not out of the realm of possibility that this could be some kind of communication attempt. At least he knew he would only be making one trip.

Glistening threads of superstructure material twinkled at him as he started off toward the field that extended off into the horizon. Construction drones flashed blue-white reflections of the sun, glittering in transit around the ever thickening portions of man's first artificial claim to the planet. Within a few minutes the construction site was out of sight and the flower fields blurred under him, turning the land drunk with color.

Enormous flat circles composed of seeds formed the large portion of the flower heads, hued in every possible color. Five large, mostly white petals extended from around the head and drooped almost the entire length of the thick green stem. James figured he could probably climb onto the flower head using the petals, given their apparent thickness. Curiously the flowers grew in quasi-geometric clumps of six to twelve members, with reasonably large spacing between them. The species was rather impressive and reminiscent of Earth flora; he had little doubt it would be a welcome addition to the recreation areas of the arcology.

Fixated on the colorful swaths of ground, James was moderately startled when he flew right through a flock of manta-ray looking creatures. He was glad he didn't collide with one; the mass field that prevented the incredible wind force from affecting him would have likely torn it asunder at this velocity. Their slowly undulating wings seemed almost to wave at him as he turned opposite his direction of travel to watch them fade from view. James savored the image, genuinely fascinated by the exhibition of hybrid passive and active flight. Every moment on this world seemed to be renewing his fascination with reality, a feeling he long thought lost to the ravages of time.

A short while later a soft tone indicated James had arrived at the navpoint. His odd sensation had unexpectedly faded on his approach, much to his displeasure. He had assumed it would assist him in finding the creature. Falling back to his original plan, James called up the unintentionally lewd image that had first garnered his attention, rotating around the field in an attempt to match it with one of the nearby flower groups.

Fiona kept her left eye fixed on the thing rotating curiously in the sky. It screamed unnatural, colored in harsh hues of black and red, hovering in midair, wingless! Yet the feeling in her head told her this foreign creature was, in fact, her lifemate. She was simultaneously disturbed and impressed at the speed with which it had travelled. By her estimation it was roughly four times her own maximum speed, and she was one of the finest fliers of her clan.

Wings flapped lightly in impatience as she waited for the thing to take action. Fiona briefly considered flying up to meet it, but did not want to show any sign of weakness, especially to a creature she had never seen before. Why had Planet chosen this creature to be her lifemate anyway? The Speech concerning lifemates was many generations old, so they could not quite be taken as complete truth, but Fiona had never heard anything about the matebond existing between any but individuals of her own kind. What did this mean? Was Planet displeased with her? Further thought was interrupted as the quite curiously colored creature began its descent toward her.

Its precision unnerved her as it set down on the orange headed flower adjacent her own; her favorite color. How did it do that without wings? Closer inspection revealed that her mate's form was not entirely dissimilar from her own, though it stood perfectly upright. She could and did stand so on occasion, usually to assert her dominance over the less obedient males of her harem, but she had never considered it could be a position of leisure.

Its flesh was a plain, though not unattractive brown, with an unusual flat face topped by short white hair. The red and black she had initially deemed to be the color of its hide was actually some sort of covering over the creature's body. Why would anybody put something like that over themselves? Her eyes drifted to the slight bulge in the material between its legs. It... he... must be a male. Was he already aroused? She refused to believe it so; there was no way she could have offended Planet that severely.

James watched the dragoness' amber eyes inspect every centimeter of his body with interest. Her head lilted elegantly from side to side as she did so, a movement that proved entertaining to watch. His interest had piqued when the amber orbs paused over his nether regions. What was she thinking?

The creature certainly portrayed a magnificence commonly attributed to dragons, with an elegantly curving neck and tail that served to accentuate the flow of her body. Golden membranous scales swept aerodynamically along her dorsal side, gilding her from neck to tail, in addition to one side of her wingspan, which was notably greater than the length of her torso. The remainder of her body seemed to be regular skin, dark green with flecks of gold throughout, though without closer inspection he could not say. She was a little more compact than he had estimated from the photo; her torso was actually a little shorter than his own, though fully elongated her neck and tail gave her a slight advantage in total length.

Striking amber eyes considered James from either side of her gold capped head, its striking angles obviously evolved to minimize drag while in flight. How James might communicate with the creature had occupied him for most of the flight. Mathematics, he decided, was probably the most universal and non-threatening method of first contact. He had just to represent an isosceles triangle first when his mind lit up with a foreign voice.

< __What are you?_ >_

James unconsciously stepped backward as the thought barged into his head. His mouth hung open as he stared at the creature, head now unmoving as she observed his reaction. Not only was this species sentient, it was psychic! How in the hell did it know his language?

Fiona's long, roughly triangular ears twitched again in amusement at the male's reaction to her matespeak. Of course this creature would have no idea what was happening! She chided herself for being so stupid, but at least she knew she was doing it right.

< __You can do as I. Think your words._ >_

Her tail swished slowly over bumps that covered the red headed Orchae on which she sat, occupying herself with the pleasant stimulation as she waited for him to respond. Not more than a few swishes later she was interrupted.

< __I am human... You can read my thoughts?_ >_

This male really did have no idea what was going on, but at least he had good control of his thoughts.

< __Planet has given us this gift of the matespeak... our kind cannot usually speak in this way. We are to be mated for life. Why haven't I seen your kind before?_ >_

Mated for life? This was the absolute last thing James thought he would ever hear in a First Contact situation. This 'Planet' she spoke of... it almost seemed like she considered the world to be a kind of deity. Their bond must have some kind of religious significance, unsurprising considering the apparent supernatural nature of the phenomenon.

< __My kind have crossed the stars to come here... we are from another planet, somewhat like this one._ >_

Now it was Fiona's turn to be confused. There is more than one Planet? The Speech always mentioned just one... she was glad in a way that Planet was not alone. Perhaps their planets were lifemates as well... it would explain why Planet had decided to gift them the bond. She brushed away the last remnants of reluctance at mating with such a curious creature; if Planet decided they were to be mates, who was she to object? Even a Champion was nothing before her creator.

< __I understand. Come to me... let our mating show our Planets we appreciate their gift._ >_

With that the dragoness stood and retreated to the far side of her flower, the exaggerated sway of her muscular hips and tail unconsciously attempting to seduce her new male. Her hindquarters were indeed impressive; no small amount of power would be required from them to initiate sustained flight, even in such a gravitationally favorable environment.

Even so, James was unaffected by the display, her form definitely not what the average human would consider to be sexy. Moreover James had no time for lewd acts with the natives, even if he had desired such; the pursuit of knowledge always came before all other considerations.

< __I mean no offense, but I do not wish to become your... mate. Perhaps we could sit down and discuss-_ >_

Harsh tones accompanied by the baring of the dragoness' teeth interrupted his concentration, the predatory sight doing little to improve the creature's sexual appeal.

< __The choice has already been made! A male is not one to refuse a Champion, let alone the rarest of Planet's gifts. Now... give yourself to me, before the bond fades._ >_

'Before the bond fades'? Curiosity overrode any twinge of fear the Ancient felt at her display.

< __I don't understand... Why would the bond fade?_ >_

A hollow lyrical tone rung out from Fiona's mouth, in what James guessed was her equivalent of a sigh. Normally Fiona wouldn't have indulged a male's questioning for this long, but the prospect of getting his covering off without his help seemed dubious at best, considering she had no idea what it was. If he did not cooperate soon, though, she would surely find out...

< __If lifemates do not mate, Planet breaks the matebond..._ >_

"Unbelievable." James spoke impulsively as the wave of realization hit him, his voice perceptibly lowered in timbre by the thick atmosphere, eliciting sparking movement from the dragoness' ears. They would lose their ability to communicate if they didn't mate! The scientist in James told him this was unacceptable. The human in James didn't really want to fuck a dragon. Logic and emotion dueled in his mind as he tried to delay the aggressive creature before him.

< __I would feel more comfortable... mating if I knew your name. I am James._ >_

An odd request by a male, but then again, this creature was no ordinary male. His name resonated in her mind: Lightbringer. A name she particularly favored, and one traditionally reserved for a female at that. Fiona made no issue of the name: she was more interested that he seemed to be coming around. The dragoness raised her neck high, sun catching the golden crest on her head, flaring her wings as she made introduction, with arrogance evident even to one unfamiliar with her species' subtleties.

< __I am Fiona, Champion of the Tritree Clan!_ >_

James would have found the immature display amusing if he wasn't so upset at her name. Why did he hear it as Fiona? The name brought back ancient memories, not the finest distraction from the struggle that yet gripped his brain. Her wings retook their compacted form as she patted a three toed paw lightly on her flower.

< __Now we are known to each other. Come, Planet is no doubt eager to witness our consummation._ >_ In a strange way, so was she.

James floundered as logic brought him over and over to the same conclusion. His personal feelings on the matter were ultimately irrelevant; the pursuit of knowledge came before any other consideration. This link, a phenomenon itself worthy of study, was the key to understanding an alien race. Was he really willing to put his own preferences over the promise of incredible scientific gain?

Logic had landed a killing blow on his aged emotions. There was no other option but to mate with this dragoness, for the scientific benefit of all mankind.

< __Okay... let's.... mate._ >_ The thought came slowly, with no small amount of hesitation.

James decided to disrobe on the vacant flower: his personal nanomachines scoured his body of unwanted substances, but were not programmed to clean clothes. The last thing he needed was to explain unusual stains on his flight suit to Robin... Fiona watched in satisfaction as he easily removed the garishly colored clothing, following his many fingered hands as the fabric parted in their wake.

Her amber eyes turned ravenous over his uncovered body, eminently curious about just how similar they were. The human's manhood was logically in the same place as her own species, nestled between his legs, only they appeared to be external rather than hidden inside the body, with an unusual sack underneath. She wondered how the whole thing avoided damage when he moved around, dangling so precariously.

James gingerly leapt the meter or so distance between their two flowers, still unused to acrobatics in the low gravity environment. Inherent awareness of physics inclined him to sit near the center, legs pointed at the creature he was about to become uncomfortably intimate with. Surprisingly the bumpy segments that made up the flower head were quite comfortable; were there not a dragoness about to breed him he would have found the scene quite pleasant. With striking sensuality she slowly closed the distance between them, parting his legs wide to seat herself between them. After a closer examination Fiona brought her slender nose to his soft manhood, opening her tiny nasal slits to become familiar with his scent.

Only, the human had none. Profound curiosity gripped the dragoness as she placed her nose directly on his flesh, sniffing deeply to no success. She decided against asking him about his lack of scent, not wanting to distract herself from the ritual at hand. An experimental tongue snaked from her mouth to lick the human; he had no taste either. Curiouser and curiouser. It continued lavishly exploring the properties of the organ, surprising James with its amazing articulation when it wrapped around his member, experimentally sliding his shaft out of his foreskin as it actually began to stroke him.

The feeling was like none he had ever experienced. The tongue was smooth and unusually, agonizingly warm, not to mention unbelievably articulate despite its thickness. It was like being stroked by a hot, wet hand composed of one finger. James' bias against her form had made him assume she would be rough and animalistic in her pleasure; her unexpectedly sensual movements dispelled that notion, and were proving surprisingly effective in arousing him.

This too was unexpected; a thousand years of human pleasures had made him quite resilient to stimulation. He almost expected to be unable to perform, but he had neglected to consider this intimidating creature could make him feel so good.

James tried to ignore his body as he became more and more erect under the treatment of her all too capable tongue, still attempting to treat this as another scientific venture. The unusual warmth of her tongue meant she had an internal temperature higher than even humans. Not necessarily unusual, considering the average surface temperature was around 30 degrees Celsius, unaffected by the seasons a highly tilted planet as Earth experienced. That meant her sex would be delightfully warm too.... James bit his lip as he stumbled upon the thought, forcefully pulling his focus back to his constricted member.

Fiona's golden eyes were transfixed by the male's now impressively erect organ, already of greater girth than even the most well-endowed of her males. Planet certainly did reward the faithful! It was now of sufficient size that the tip, rather tamely sloped compared to her kind, stuck out from her dark purple tongue. She slowly, sensuously unwrapped herself from James' cock, which now held itself aloft, trembling lightly before her. A bead of clear fluid had collected that the opening of the organ; Fiona was hopeful this would have a taste by which to identify her lifemate. James shivered in pleasure at the stark change in feeling as she slowly ran her tongue along his tip, carefully licking off his fluids. Though she was no human, his body certainly had a hard time telling the difference.

Fiona's head undulated smoothly as she considered the taste, motions James found, incredibly, cute. A curious burst of sound left her mouth as she opened it, an interesting mixture of several distinct tones. It was the first time James had heard her actually speak; it was almost quite literally music to his ears. Was it a tone of approval?

His query was answered as the dragoness smoothly slipped his entire shaft into her sleek mouth. Her teeth provided light pressure to his flesh as she sealed her lips around the organ and began to suck, the sudden intense warmth and gentle vacuum that enveloped his member causing James to moan softly.

Curious intonation brought the dragoness back to her senses. She had been enraptured by his incredible taste, its earthy notes much more pleasing than the more sour taste of her own kind. The depth of his voice was also quite appealing, with a simplicity of tone that made it imminently primal. Eager to sample more of this erotic creature's taste she resumed her frenetic suckling, amber eyes fixed on James' face familiarizing themselves with the look of his arousal.

James found himself caring less and less about the anatomy of what was pleasuring him as the dragoness' oral skills continued to pleasure him. He instinctively brought a hand down toward her head, eager to caress and encourage the lover delivering him such pleasure. Every muscle froze as her teeth suddenly pressed threateningly into his member.

< __Do not touch me._ >_

Feelings of amazement, frustration and pleasure all pulled at James, Fiona's sultry eyes now hostile upon him. Though sensual and eager to please, she was no civilized human; James repeated the line to himself as he resisted the urge to question her directive. After all, she quite literally had him by the balls. He pressed his hands into the bumps of the flower, finding the experience more arousing knowing he couldn't stop her.

Fiona found the human's cock had reached its full length, and fit quite comfortably into her mouth. Her own species' could not be taken so without significant discomfort. The all too familiar feeling of dominance began to grip the dragoness as she saw her new mate quite enraptured by the pleasures of her mouth. Forcing her males to orgasm through oral pleasure was one of her fetishes; she loved the taste of their submission when they lost control, spilling their seed into her greedy maw. Her own arousal began to tug at her mind, subtle warmth in her abdomen and the gentle contractions of her slit as it blushed open finally reminding her that she needed to mate with the human. Planet would be decidedly unsatisfied if he simply came in her mouth.

Fiona slid smoothly off James' pulsating shaft, waiting a few seconds for his eyes to regain focus on her, taking advantage of the time to clean her snout of the amalgamated fluids that had escaped her mouth in the blowjob.

< __You taste delicious, but I can't have you surrendering to my mouth just yet._ >_

The human was rather amazed at the creature, a confusing, oddly appealing mixture of aggression and passion. He formed a thought uncharacteristically on reflex.

< __You feel... amazing._ >_

Fiona's usually nonchalant demeanor was disturbed by the simple comment, but she brushed it aside. This male was ready to be bred.

< __Now we mate._ >_

The thought rang an unexpected delight through James' body. She stood, her three digit paws placing step after careful step up the human's body as she brought her sex over his lightly throbbing member. The dragoness was amazingly light; the encroaching paws felt more like a tender massage than a quadruped walking on him. Held easily aloft by muscles adapted to significantly higher gravity, the human's member stood perfectly erect, seemingly eager to enter the foreign passage above.

Fiona loved to stare into her male's eyes as she claimed them for the first time, and James proved to be no exception. Bracing herself on her paws, she blindly lowered herself until she felt the tip of his member press into the center of her triangular labia. James gasped as her vulva acted as a rudimentary hand, extending and pulling his tip into the incredible warmth of her sex. She slowly, teasingly sank herself onto him, enjoying the unnatural thickness of his cock as it spread her incredibly wide, searing her brain with euphoria when the tip pressed against her clitoral folds.

Fiona broke eye contact suddenly as she brought her full weight onto James' pelvis, legs losing footing to awkwardly extend out on either side of the human. Her lithe tongue lolled out of her slightly ajar mouth, completely intoxicated by the sensation of fullness in her loins. No male of her own species had ever caused her such amazing pleasure from insertion alone.

James found himself similarly enraptured. Her slit was amazingly tight and unbearably warm, and he could actually feel the muscles that lined it rubbing firmly against his member. A drawn out yelp of surprise and arousal escaped his lips as the internal musculature contracted around his cock, the sudden pressure causing him to buck involuntarily into her. It was all James needed to send him over the edge of reservation, bouncing the dragoness now hilted on his cock as his thrusts became continuous. The intense heat of her sex, the lavish way her patterned muscles massaged him... James had never been with a lover like this before.

Fiona began to lose herself to his movement as she rode her new male, unable and unwilling to reposition her legs to pull herself off his astoundingly pleasurable shaft. Each intrusion into her sent an intense jolt of pleasure through her body, involuntarily constricting around him in rhythmic response that provided euphoric resistance every time he pulled out of her.

Fiona had never expected this strange creature could provide such pleasure as this; she found herself now at the mercy of his pleasures as his movements brought her closer to orgasm. It took the entirety of her focus just to avoid collapsing on him, no longer able to control the angle of her claws raking his chest or the sweet music that resonated from her panting maw.

James had little idea the effect he was having on the Champion, nor the abuse his chest was taking, quite hypnotized by the constricting pleasure her vent was providing him. All of his focus was on his hips as they pumped into her, clawing at the head of the flower with hands unable to caress the draconic form enveloping him. The sound of Fiona's moans, hollow in the human's lust-fogged mind, took on a high, continuous pitch, the only warning of her impending climax. Her vent suddenly went wild, pulsing with frenetic urgency independently of his thrusts, desperate to milk the manhood it enveloped of its seed. The difference in rhythm proved irresistible to the human, giving into the warm sensation of his own climax as it seized hold of his body. With a final thrust James unleashed a powerful torrent of semen deep into his mate, absolutely overcome by the exotic sensation. Fiona's slit milked pulse after pulse of his release from his throbbing cock, delighted in the sensation of it filling her womb.

The dragoness' tail thrashed as her whole body shuddered in orgasm, her scream reduced to a strained squeal while her head tilted downward in close proximity to the creature she rode. James was kept in the throes of pleasure far longer than usual by Fiona's long orgasm; even after he began to regain his senses he was persuaded to grind against her, the sensation of her sex still pulling at him too strong to ignore. James could not help but stare at the formerly dominant dragoness he had reduced to shivers and soft moans with the slightest tickle of satisfaction, a feeling he was quick to blame on the lust fading from his body.

At long last Fiona's sex finished its assault on him, leaving a constant pressure as the only reminder they were still coupled. James was sure she would talk to him again, and he was actually hoping for it, curious to hear what she had to say after such an ordeal. Perhaps more curiously she did not make use of the matespeak, choosing simply to stare at him as she spoke aloud in her own incomprehensible language, lilting tones that continued for several minutes. The length and regularity of her speech made it unlikely that she was complimenting him or talking to herself; perhaps it was a prayer?

Fiona finished her intonation, and with no small expression of effort gently removed herself from the human, the sensation forcing a small whimper from her as she did so. Her legs were numb and delicately shivering as she staggered away from the male whose actions had left a distinct ache between her thighs. There was definitely something different about this male; Fiona had never been subdued so thoroughly by the pleasure of mating. Cautious excitement wormed its way into the dragoness' fatigued brain as she fell onto her side at the end of the Orchae opposite James, positioned so she could watch him from her upturned eye. The legend of the first lifemates, progenitors of her kind, had birthed the first of her people on an Orchae. Perhaps their mating here was no coincidence... perhaps they were as the first lifemates, perfect equals in strength, in mind, in pleasure.

She had dreamed of such a mate, regardless of gender, since reaching maturity, challenging the most powerful females and rogue males she could find to glorious combat. It had earned her the title of Champion, both achievement and painful realization that no mate of such caliber existed for her. Though he was of weird stance and plain hide, maybe this human was the equal she had dreamed of, sent by Planet as reward for her years of devotion and strength.

When Fiona had recovered her strength, she would find out.

James had stared at the collapsed quadruped for several minutes, still expecting her to say something. Nothing came. Had he really exhausted her so? He avoided disturbing her in case that was true, careful to stay on good terms with the only creature that could provide him insight into her people and planet.

The human tried to return to esoteric observations of the planet, but quickly found himself distracted by the experience he had just shared with one of its inhabitants. No human had made him come like that in far too long...

Though it was definitely not what he expected, that had been one incredible first contact.