Page 39 of Alien Healer's Touch

"Then we should use the time efficiently," she replied, her fingers finding the sensitive junction where my lifelines converged at my shoulder.

I groaned at the contact, my control fraying further. Through our connection, I sensed her satisfaction at drawing such a response from me—and her desire to elicit more.

"Kavan," she murmured against my neck, her voice sending new currents through my already oversensitized body. "I want?—"

"I know," I interrupted, the interface having made her desires crystal clear. "I want the same."

Her eyes met mine, desire mingling with unexpected vulnerability. "Not just because of this." She gestured to the interface still connecting us. "I've wanted this—you—since before."

"As have I," I admitted, the truth flowing easily now. "From the moment I saw you heal that first patient with such care, such precision—your hands moving like you'd been trained by my own people."

She smiled, the expression transforming her face in ways that made my breath catch. "Then stop talking and kiss me again."

I complied willingly, claiming her mouth with newfound urgency. My tail tightened around her calf, drawing her closer as my hands mapped the contours of her body through her clothing. The bond enhanced every sensation, creating feedback loops of pleasure that intensified with each touch.

The system chimed softly, indicating the final phase of knowledge transfer. Our markings—her silver, my gold—created patterns of light between us that cast elaborate shadows across the chamber walls. The guardian automaton observed from a distance, its crystalline body pulsing in rhythm with our synchronized heartbeats.

"Kavan," Selene whispered against my mouth, her voice breaking with need. "Don't make me wait any longer."

SELENE

The ancient chamber faded around us as Kavan pressed against me. The device hummed, casting eerie shadows across weathered walls.

"Are you certain?" Kavan asked, his golden eyes darkening. His emerald skin seemed vibrant in the dim light, lifelines brightening where we touched. Gold and silver patterns flowed between us like silent conversation.

I pulled him closer. "More certain than anything since the crash."

Our lips met with an intensity that shocked me. Months of restraint dissolved into raw need. His mouth ran hotter than human-normal, his tongue textured with subtle ridges that sent electricity down my spine. His hands found my breasts, thumbs circling nipples that hardened instantly.

I moaned against his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair. Through our shared bond, I sensed his desire—not just physical but emotional depth that matched my own. I tugged at his clothing with growing urgency.

He helped remove what separated us, revealing a body unlike any human male's yet undeniably masculine. Emerald skin stretched over a powerful frame, with subtle armored ridges along his spine that felt alien beneath my exploring fingers.

"You're beautiful," I whispered, tracing golden threads across his chest. The patterns illuminated beneath my touch.

"As are you," he replied, eyes following the markings that had spread across my body. He removed my remaining clothing with deliberate care. When I stood naked before him, his chest rumbled with a sound I couldn't name.

His hands explored me with knowledge and wonder, finding sensitive areas through observation and feedback. When his fingers traced silver patterns along my inner thighs, unexpected pleasure surged through me.

"The markings respond to my touch," Kavan said, watching silver light shimmer beneath his fingers. "They recognize the resonance with my lifelines."

His exploration grew bolder, one large hand cupping me with careful restraint. When his finger slid between my folds, finding me already slick with desire, we both gasped—I from direct pleasure, Kavan through our connection, I felt the echo of her pleasure.

I reached for him with equal boldness, encircling his arousal. Scientific curiosity mingled with raw need as I discovered the differences between Nyxari and human anatomy. Two distinct ridges ran along his considerable length, both pulsing with golden energy. As I stroked him, his pleasure echoed through our bond—creating feedback loops that intensified my own arousal.

When he finally lowered me to the floor, I wrapped my legs around his waist without hesitation. His control showed in every muscle as he entered me with excruciating slowness, allowing my body to adjust to both his size and those dual ridges pressing against my inner walls.

"By the ancestors," he groaned, his voice deeper than I'd ever heard. "The connection—it's beyond anything?—"

I understood immediately. Through our bond, I felt reflections of his pleasure—the tight heat of my body around him. Simultaneously, he experienced shadow sensations of mine—the delicious stretch, the precise stimulation against spots inside me that sent lightning through my nervous system.

Our markings blazed with light as we moved together, silver and gold patterns pulsing in synchronization. The ridges along his length created friction against places inside me that made me cry out with each thrust, while his tail wrapped around my thigh, its tip tracing patterns along sensitive skin.

The bond enhanced everything. Each thrust built pleasure in recursive loops—my enjoyment feeding his, which amplified mine. When his hand slipped between us to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center, I arched off the floor, my markings flaring brightly.

"Let go," he urged, his movements growing more forceful as my pleasure peaked.

His words pushed me over the edge. My release crashed through me, inner muscles clamping around him as waves radiated outward. Through our bond, Kavan experienced my climax alongside his own, the dual sensation driving him to completion with a sound that echoed through the chamber.

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