Page 107 of Invasive Species
The mental image of that is just too alien. “Uh huh. Got a bit sweaty, did you?”
“Yes, and he could smell how I changed. The scent of my breath shifted from my spittle adapting, along with pretty much everything else in my body. Because you see, my body isn't designed for me alone. It's designed to give my mate exactly what she needs.”
My mouth drops open. “What?”
“Yes.” He gently encircles my hips with his strong hands. “Once I realized I was producing antibodies for you, not against you, I realized what my knotting cock is for. Or, well, hypothesized.” His cheeks flush a moss green.
“Cool, I love being your experiment.” I trace a fingernail down his chest.
He squirms underneath me, scales flickering yellow-green in my wake. “I'd never take a risk on your life, but I remembered how our first session had been interrupted.”
“Yes. Very disappointing.”
“And very nearly fatal for you,” he said softly. Getting onto his elbows, he gently presses his face into the soft skin of my neck. Then he takes a massive inhale.
It tickles, and I squirm with a giggle.
He pops back down, a huge grin devouring his face. “Ah. I can tell already, it's happening.”
“What is?”
“My knotting juice is entering your system?—”
“Mm, a lot of it,” I say with a wink. The post-orgasmsensation feels warm, comforting and refreshing, just like I'd sipped a steaming hot chocolate after a swim and my belly’s all relaxed. Coupled with the lovely full feeling, I feel grounded and focused.
“It's adapting to you, and I'm adapting to you as well. There's… I suppose you can call it a feedback loop. My emissions enter your system and flow back into my seminal tubes to my glands, where the information is analyzed.” His fingers trace a tingling trail circling between my chest and his.
I’m definitely loving this hands-on science lesson.
He goes on, “But the first time we joined, we were interrupted.” His finger moves from his scales to my skin and stops there. “Only stage one was complete, and my emissions, filled with all kinds of new alien proteins your body had never seen before, triggered your immune system. Your system treated it as an invasion, and quite rightly too, but they’re Selthiastock antibodies, they’re unbeatable. Your body fell into an emergency state trying to get rid of them.”
“So… how are you getting rid of them by giving me a second dose?”
“We’ve reopened the pathway between us. My fluids needed to come back to me, as they’re doing now. That’s why a Selthiastock knot lasts so long. The process is quite involved.”
“So, your jizz is going… back to you?”
Typical science guy, instead of being squicked out, he nods eagerly. “They’re like forward scouts, bringing my body information.”
“Information on what?”
“You. What your body needs, what you lack to be healthy, the current vitamins and minerals in your system, the balance of antibodies and hormones. And then…” He places a hand on my chest. “I can make you exactly what you need.”
If I could sit back I would. Holy shit. “Wow. So, you're… kind of a personal medicine cabinet for me?”
“I hope to be,” he says, smug. “At last, I can celebrate what I am, because I have the ability to protect you from disease.”
I grin down at him. “I knew it.”
His brows twitch in a frown. “You knew I was changing too? It’s the scent, isn’t it, that’s the clue.”
“No, no… well, actually, I remember thinking your scent cleared my head when I first got ill… but I meant I just knew, like… in my body, spirit and soul, I knew.” I press his hand over my heart. “I knew you were what I needed. I thought I was being single minded about sex, but it seems my body really did need you.”
“And mine needed you. It… knew, insomuch as a body knows things, I suppose, that I could heal you.”
I gently tap over his chest. “You need to trust your instincts more.”
He wraps his arms around me, cradling me close. “When it comes to you, I will. And… it’s more evidence for the bond being real.”
