When I try to remember our expedition, my mind stays blank. I find nothing in my memories, not even an impression, a sensation, a feeling. It’s as if this page of life was erased, but strangely, I don’t find it concerning, or even strange.
It can’t be for no reason. I have never felt such a sense of purpose in my life, and even though there was no end in sight, I worked. I experimented. I tinkered, I measured, I calculated. At night, I dreamt of equations that I would try during the day, pushed by an inexplicable drive to solve. It had been three weeks. At times, I wasn’t even myself, in a sort of a fever dream.
And again, it was with confidence that I’d abandon myself to this strange force that wanted to finish the project. I knew this all had a purpose, like those things you do when you’re drunk, that you’d never have done otherwise. Long ago, I told myself to never regret, to go forwards. Life was too short for hesitations.
And yet. Now that I had winded up, it seemed impossible to go on. It was not doubt, it was perplexity. All of this – for what purpose? I had obviously been guided, but by who?
As I was thinking, I realised I moved right next to the switch, my hand resting against it. It was inevitable. Something wanted me to do the experiment. Something greater than me.
And I understood. It was the plant itself.
Gently resting on a tube full of nutritive water, it was heaving up and down slowly, its green leaves from another world moving with power. It was calling me. From the beginning. All those gestures, all this feelings of power, it was this alien thing taking me, controlling me. And I welcomed it.
I was not afraid, in fact I was relieved. I felt like the chosen one. A warm feeling of comfort and pride overwhelmed me, a confidence I didn’t imagine possible filled me up. I looked at the alien thing one last time, this time not with surprise, but with determination, a smile on my face. I pushed the button and the chemicals needed for the reaction went into the tube. The alien plant began to grow, so much that it break the glass and the liquid was spilled on the floor. An humanoid figure was struggling inside and I came to help him. I knew it was on my own will this time. I heard a cry for help in my head and I hurried in, tearing the organic tissue apart.
Inside was the most handsome man I ever seen. His green skin was as perfect as the one of a baby. His purple eyes were full of lust and desire. Vine shoot were everywhere on his body, a bit smaller than mine, thinner, but athletic and tense as the string of a bow. I wanted to touch it, I wanted to kiss it. I wondered how his pubic hair – which at the elegant form of leaf – would felt under my fingers, but I couldn’t dare.  I touched his hair and I felt like grass, then like a gentle caress on my hand, softer than any human fibre, and then both. He leaned in and kissed me.
His lips tasted like sweat strawberries, and he smelt like a garden during Spring. I didn’t resist as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and he mine. He closed his eyes while he fanatically held to me, his hands reaching for my back, his torso pressing mine, his skin touching my shirt. I felt that perfection even through the tissue. His whole body was so soft, so cold, that it I shivered. And yet, I had never felt warmer than this instant. My body was paralysed, surprised, but my mind was wild.
He withdraw his lips, softly, with the slow of a regret. His gaze met mine, and I lost my thoughts in his purple eyes. At this instant all I wanted was to continue, all I wanted was him. I had no mind, just this impulsion, this feeling that I belonged with him.
He smiled, and I couldn’t help but do the same. A voice, a soft, warm voice, like the sound of the breeze, resonated in my mind.
“I am sorry.”
“For what?” I asked, sincerely. The stunning charm of his touch had left me, but I still smiled. I was not afraid. I adulated him. My eyes couldn’t help but stare at his body, look again in the purple majesty of his gaze, stare at him again in lust and again get lost in him. And I couldn’t care less how dumb I looked, gazing at him dumb stocked – his sight gave me nothing but joy.
“For getting into your mind. It was the only way you could get the numbers right.” In his alien face appeared a very human sentiment – guilt.
“I shouldn’t have done that. But I also read how lonely you felt here and this… was my way to thank you.” I smiled and muttered some incomprehensible words. I was anxious for him to continue, but I was too puzzled to engage him myself.
“Unfortunately…” This time he spoke himself. The voice was strangely modulated, hesitant, like a shy person trying a new language. “The link I made is too strong. Your mind is tied to me.”
“And… is it… bad?” I was afraid to talk, but I had to. I couldn’t lose him. Not now. “I’ve never felt better than now. I’ve never felt more… complete… I have a purpose. I have you.” I began to speak more passionately as my mind raced to find how I could convince him. “You’ve also got a bit of me, right? That’s how you speak my language. I, I’ve read about it, done some theories in xenobiology, but they would never believe me. You’re my dreams.”
I took a moment to breathe, looking in his eyes. I wanted him to know this emotions were genuine, this emotions were mine. If we did had a connection, he could not deny that I wanted him from the bottom of heart – my whole body ached in anticipation. I began to imagine him resuming his kiss, licking my face with his tongue that tasted like strawberries. I wanted to taste his skin, too. I wanted to smell it. It was more than a physical lust, it was a desire to explore, to discover him. I felt him in my mind, not daring to impose himself, like a floating presence. It was incredibly arousing, and I know that my genuine. He wasn’t imposing himself, he was not dominating, no, he waited my permission. This all-powerful being humble enough to respect my simple mind was all I needed to know about him. I pressed my hand against my enormous bulge, and I noticed how erect he was himself. What was in my briefs could cut diamonds.
“Take it, it’s all yours. My mind, my body… I want you to have them.” It was all he needed. He jumped at me. I felt his warm lips on mine, his fingers on my skin, his green skin on my shirt. He again tried to force his way in my mouth, but I resisted. I wanted to explore his, and he happily obliged. Again, he tasted like a delicate fruit. His mouth was much more wet and moist than a human one, but the first surprise passed, it felt good.
While I explored his body he made his way in my mind – softy, gently. He saw my dreams, my hopes and my memories while he showed me his own impressions, his time in the tube, his discovery of my mind. I felt his joy as he could at least read me entirely, without restraint and without guilt. During this communion we kept touching and playing with our bodies – he kept pushing his against mine, like an impatient cat. His manhood was fully erect and already a fluid appeared on top of it. It’s too make it easier, he whispered in my mind. And a flash of images most lewd appeared as we both shared our thoughts about it in unison. The close union of our most private feelings was so intense, it drive me wild. I nearly tore my shirt removing it, and he was now licking and kissing my face. We both had the same idea, and he fell into my arms as I decided to carry him. For such a tall guy, only a bit shorter than me and my 1m85, he was quite light to lift. The feeling of having him in my arms aroused me even more, and of course he knew it. He pressed his hands on my crotch and gave me a lubricious smile as he stroke his own cock gently, and I had to force myself to not drop him and suck him right off the bat – but I wanted this to be memorable, I wanted this to be kind.
Soon enough we came to where I slept. The bed wasn’t really spacious and comfortable but I figured out it would do the trick. I put him as softly as I could, and he grabbed me by the neck. Soon enough I was resting on him, his hard dick pressing against my pants and my hands in his hair. He closed his eyes and I felt his focus through our connection. Suddenly, all the little vines and blade of grass all around his skin came to life. On his arms, his torso, even his hair was now playing with fingers and giving them a massage. The smaller bits of grass felt like a tickle on my skin, and some of them were trying – with difficulties – to remove my belt. I happily obliged and tossed it away, and he decided to take my jean off. I stand on top of his tummy, with my orange briefs deformed by a throwing erection. Then he slipped away, turned around and presented me his back.
And it was a sight to behold.