Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... planned appearance was a complete success, and she now appears much more human with pale skin and long black hair. Max and Joon tucked three Agathas into bunks in the flight crew cabin and one with them in the command cabin.

Everyone was tired and extremely happy. Max smiled as she found herself in the middle of the long bed with her wife and their new girlfriend. Together they began a long quiet sleep full of sweet dreams.

Max Intel: Melinoe

Chapter 5 - War

Please note: There are quotes from Tefler's work The Chronicles of John Blake and they are used with the Author's permission.

Max slowly opened her eyes. She stared at the ceiling; not sure what color it was. She always assumed it was the same light grey all ship interiors were in the TFN; but now it seemed too vibrant to be that depressing a color.

In her experience, Joon was the only person who really understood how she thought. But now there was another person in her life, in both their lives. Joon and Max gave each other every indication that, in this instance, they were willing to complicate their marriage, and what a complication it was.

Agatha was complicated.

If she were just an average girl, she would have been smart, talented and sexy. She was, in fact, the opposite of average.

Max had met other species before. The Ashanath were diminutive and quiet, the Trankarans were huge and stoic. But they lived in a similar way to humans, mostly. They were born, they grew up, learned some stuff ...

... along the way, met someone, and procreated.

Agatha was fundamentally different.

She was born... maybe. She was sent off into the black unknown to find her own place in the universe... alone. Just like thousands of her siblings.

Max wasn't even sure her species had a sex.

Agatha could reproduce asexually, or as Joon coined it: macro-mitosis. She mentioned she had parents, but never knew them. But all this cultural crap was completely unknown to her, Max didn't think she even needed oxygen until she shaped herself into a form based on dream impressions.

It was completely bizarre. Yet so perfectly simple, her basic communication was emotions. She could read anyone with emotions like a book. Max remembered the intense feelings from Agatha when they first met. Agatha was as pure a person as Max had ever known.

Not that Agatha didn't have a naughty side, Max recalled that projection of lust from the alien when Max was trying to instruct her on human experiences. It wrapped Max up and used her, it was glorious.

Yet Max had never seen or felt Agatha angry. She was unfailingly polite, patient... fragile.

Joon snuggled in closer, in her usual place under Max's left arm. Max peered at Joon; her elfin face so sweet in repose.

Max glanced to her right and saw a slightly different and new face of Agatha. She no longer had stark white alabaster skin or black eye markings and lips that she took from Max's dream Agatha, who was a black and white feline.

Her new ...