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The White Room: Part 2

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"You can touch me if you'd like," Chloe encouraged

softly. I was more than happy to take her firm flesh in my hand. She sighed
with contentment as I gently massaged her, her nipple hardening between my
fingers.

We had no lubrication, but Chloe's hand was soft and smooth

on my shaft, her touch gentle and caring. She seemed to know instinctively how
I liked to be touched, applying just the right pressure on the upstrokes, with
a slight twist of the wrist that sent shivers through me with each stroke.

"This is nice," Chloe said, "I don't often

get to take my time doing this. Most times it's just a prelude to, other
things."

"I'm more than happy with just this. You're very good

at it. It feels amazing."

"I'm glad you like it. I'm happy to do this for

you." With a smile, her face turned up towards mine, and we shared our
first, tender kiss.

Chloe's grip on my cock changed. Taking my shaft between her

thumb and forefinger at the base, she squeezed gently, pulling the loose flesh
upwards towards my swollen glans. Her remaining three fingers gently brushed
across my balls in a light, almost ticklish touch. She continued this movement
with each upstroke, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings of my scrotum.

I broke our kiss with a gasp. "How did you know I like

to be touched like that? That feels incredible!"

Chloe smiled and shrugged. "I don't know. It just, felt

right."

Resting her head back on my shoulder, her eyes flickered

back and forth, watching her hand stroke my cock and checking my face to gauge
my reaction.

Chloe chatted while she continued the handjob. "It's so

strange. I don't consider myself a prude, but I certainly don't sleep around a
lot. I'd normally have to date a guy several weeks before we went this far.
Even if I wanted him long before that. You start worrying and overthinking it.
If I move too fast, will he think I'm a slut and dump me? If I wait too long,
will he think I'm not interested? Do I make the first move, or wait for him?
You can drive yourself crazy with it."

She laughed as she continued, "Maybe it's whatever they

did to us with the lights, maybe it's just this situation as a whole, I don't
know. I just know all that is gone, and it's nice to be able to do something
sexual without guilt or anxiety or overthinking everything."

"Guys deal with that as well, but probably not to the

same extent," I said. "I've always felt a little guilty while getting
a handjob or a blowjob. Like I was supposed to be doing something to please my
partner too; that if I wasn't, I was being selfish. Or I'd worry that she
wasn't really into it, only doing it out of obligation because she wasn't in
the mood for sex."

Chloe looked up at me earnestly. "I want and expect

nothing else from you but to enjoy this, freely given. Because I want to."

"I know," I said, "and it's,

refreshing."

"It is," said Chloe, "and fun." Her hand

continued to work my cock playfully, teasingly, exploring different touches,
different grips. She'd run her fingers lightly up the underside of my shaft,
then linger to tease the sensitive part just under the tip, then back down the
shaft, continuing to my balls, which she handled with a feathery touch. She'd
grip it firmly and stroke for a while, feeling it swell close to exploding,
then back off just before the point of no return, going back to her more
delicate touches.

Just as my penis was becoming a bit sensitive, Chloe spit in

her palm; once, twice, three times, then rubbed the warm saliva over my head
and shaft, lubricating it.

I was beginning to think she was literally reading my mind.

She seemed to know what I needed before I did, knew exactly how I liked to be
touched; knew when to slow down, speed up, and back off when I was close to
cumming.

It was the most pleasurable torture I'd ever endured.

Sensing my need for release, Chloe's hand began long, full

strokes up and down my shaft, adding the little twist and squeeze at the top
over the tip with each upstroke. "Relax," she whispered in my ear,
"let it happen. I know you want to, I can feel it. I want it too."

My cock swelled in her hand, my testicles tight, ready to

release their load. I felt the orgasmic wave building, slowly but inevitably
towards climax. My body tensed and I groaned uncontrollably.

My cum erupted in hot thick streams that shot straight up,

coming back down to coat Chloe's hand over my cock. Her pace never changed, my
cum now added lubrication that increased the intensity of her touch. Chloe
leaned in and kissed me behind my ear, her warm lips and tongue sending a
shudder of delight through my body as she continued to milk my shaft. Her grip
gradually relaxed and slowed in time with the final spurts of spunk that
continued to bubble up from the tip.

I remained hard for several minutes afterwards, but sensing

how sensitive I now was, Chloe's touch was very soft, her fingers stroking back
and forth tenderly as my cock continued to twitch, finally removing her hand
just as it became too much to bear.

"Chloe," I gasped softly, catching my breath,

"Thank you. That was wonderful."

"It was." Her face shone with a content, satisfied

look. "I enjoyed that very much as well."

I held her close, and was just about to kiss her again when

I felt the tingling begin.

Again I saw, and felt, my ejaculate slowly dissolving from

my skin, turning into little gold particles of light, and disappearing.

"Why do you think they do that?" wondered Chloe.

"I don't know." While I'd had my suspicions, I

decided to keep them to myself for now.

Chloe plopped herself down on her back, her head resting on

my thigh, staring thoughtfully up at the white nothingness above us.

My sexual appetite sated for the moment, I could not help

but still admire her beauty as she lay unselfconscious below me, her attractive
nude body openly displayed.

Chloe saw me admiring her, and grinned. "I'm no

exhibitionist, but it's funny how fast I got used to being naked. It certainly
is comfortable. If our captors beamed in clothes for us right now, I don't think
I'd bother putting them on."

"I suppose the lights may have had something to do with

that as well," I mused. "Do you think they're controlling our
minds?"

Chloe frowned. "I don't think so. I mean, I know

they've altered our minds. Took away our fears. Made us less inhibited. But I
don't feel like I'm being controlled. Everything I've done with you since
waking up here has been my choice. Or at least it feels like it has."

I decided to fill her in on my suspicions. "Chloe,

look, I need to tell you something. Something you may not like hearing. I've
been thinking about why we're here. I believe our captors want us to, well,
breed."

"I've been trying to piece it together from everything

that's happened, and the few things they've said. I'm not entirely sure, but it
makes sense. They capture two humans, male and female, and cage us together.
They use their technology to sexually stimulate us, remove our inhibitions and
fears, bringing us closer together. They're purifying our bodies to remove
imperfections. They're collecting D N A samples. They talked about 'optimal
life form function' and 'optimal compatibility,' and I think they're trying to
create the best conditions in which to, conceive."

Chloe's eyes went wide. "Conjoining. That's what they

said, right? Oh my God, they want us to make a baby."

I nodded. "That's the only thing that makes sense.

Although why us, and for what reason, I haven't a clue."

Chloe looked thoughtful, but didn't speak.

I continued, calmly, "I'm telling you this because I

thought you should know, but I also want you to understand something else. I
think you're absolutely beautiful, and I can't pretend I'm not sexually
attracted to you. And I, well, I know we don't know each other very well yet,
but I, care about you.

"I don't know if you feel the same way, or find me

attractive at all, and it's okay if you don't. Just know that while yes, I'd be
interested in making love with you, I'd never, never try anything if you're not
willing. And I'd certainly never force a pregnancy on you. I don't give a fuck
what these alien assholes want, they can't make me rape you. I'd rather die
first. I'll fight them tooth and nail on that, I promise you."

"I don't think it will come to that," Chloe said.

"Why not?"

"Because, when the time is right, I, I think I'll want

to."

I looked down at her, stunned.

Chloe continued, her voice calm but serious. "Don't ask

me how I know this, because I can't explain it, at least not yet. But I think
you're right. I also think we're supposed to wait for, well, the right moment.
I think we'll just know. I don't know how we'll know, but we will.

"And I know they won't make you force me, that when the

moment comes, I'll give myself to you willingly."

My mouth opened, but she raised a finger to my lips,

stopping me. "Like I said, don't ask. I don't know. It's just,
instinct."

"Oh, and by the way, I do, you know," Chloe added.

"Do, what?" I asked, confused.

Chloe bit her lip as she smiled up at me. "Care about

you. Find you attractive."

With a yawn, she folded her hands across her stomach, and,

closing her eyes, drifted off to sleep.

I sat there, caressing her hair, my mind racing with her

final words, and the mystery of it all.

Sleep didn't take me until much later.

-------------------------------------------

I awoke in the same position, happy to find Chloe still

dozing peacefully in my lap.

Normally, I'd be stiff and sore from sleeping upright for,

well, however long it had been, but my now alien altered body felt perfectly
fine. I wondered if They used the beams on us while we slept as well, because
every time I woke, I felt fresher and stronger than before.

Chloe stirred beneath me, stretching her arms out above her

head. Intentionally or not, she was giving me a wonderful view of her nude,
lithe body; her curved breasts, her toned abdomen, it's well defined muscles
pointing their way down towards her rounded pubic mound, covered by its soft
patch of neatly trimmed hair.

Her eyes opened, and she greeted me cheerfully. "Hey,

you. Did you sleep?"

"I did. Surprisingly well, considering."

"I'm glad they didn't separate us this time. It's nice

waking up next to you," She smiled warmly, then sat up to give me a tender
kiss.

The kiss may have led to more, but we were interrupted by

the humming sound as the lights enveloped us again.

We were carefully separated and lifted into position, facing

each other. Neither of us tried to fight it; there was no point and besides, we
understood that whatever happened this time, it would be a positive experience.

The lights went through several cycles, starting with the

usual blue, calm and relaxing, preparing us for whatever came next.

Then came the nourishing and purification processes, feeding

our green lit bodies and purging them of wastes and toxins. The room was filled
with little gold lights drifting upwards.

A new sensation began as the lights turned orange. My

muscles were stimulated, flexing and vibrating under my skin. It felt like
getting a workout and a deep muscle massage at the same time. As with the other
processes we'd been put through, there was nothing painful about it, other than
those good aches you get when a knot in a particularly tight muscle gets worked
out.

"This is new," Chloe marveled.

"Sure beats going to the gym," I joked.

How long this went on I couldn't say; it could have

continued forever as far as I was concerned. Eventually, though, the lights and
frequency changed, bringing on yet another new sensation.

This one, in my mind. I saw memories, long since forgotten,

now clear and vivid. Random memories, tracing backwards through my life.

The name of the band on a flier hanging in the men’s room at

a bar I got plastered at on my 40th birthday.

The shirt color of the guy who held the door for me the day

I showed up at the studio to do my first voice commercial.

The name of that cute girl I had a crush on in 5th grade.

Suckling at my mother's breast as an infant.

Memories ebbed and flowed through my mind, some good, some

bad, but even the traumatic ones were somehow comforting. They were parts of my
life, long buried, now returned to me.

But it wasn't just personal memories returning. It was facts

and knowledge. Things I'd been taught in school, long since unused, were now
fresh in my brain. I'd always been terrible at math, barely passed it back in
high school. But I could see math equations, algebra, geometry, things I'd
struggled to comprehend, now plain and clear in their simple truths.

They were making us smarter. Or at the very least, unlocking

things in our brains that were already there, long forgotten.

Just when it became a bit too overwhelming, the lights

shifted again. Red.

Chloe was already grinning at me. "Here we go. I was

hoping for this again!"

The now familiar sexual stimulation once again worked its

magic on our bodies and minds. The first time we'd experienced this, I'd had no
actual mental fantasies, my mind far too preoccupied with trying to understand
what was happening.

Now though, I was not just feeling the physical pleasure,

but envisioning the scenarios that would create such ecstasy in my mind.

And in my visions, I saw Chloe.

The sexual fantasy played out more vividly than any dream

I'd ever had, flashing and changing at random:

Chloe and I, our nude bodies entwined, caressing and

touching each other intimately.

Chloe before me, on her knees, performing an enthusiastic

blowjob, her gorgeous eyes looking up at me with lust and joy.

Chloe on top, riding my cock, her breasts bouncing in rhythm

with our movements.

Chloe beneath me, her long legs wrapped around my back,

fingernails dug into my flesh, moaning my name as I thrust into her over and
over.

My eyes opened to see Chloe, the real Chloe, floating across

from me. She met my gaze and smiled.

And I knew. She was imagining being with me too.

We climaxed at the same time, the red lights bringing us to

climax, the comforting blue then easing us back down to normalcy.

Chloe ran to me the moment she was released. Straddling my

lap, she kissed me urgently. I was taken aback only a moment before my arms
wrapped around her, holding and supporting her weight, excited to feel her body
so close now to mine.

She broke the kiss, her eyes a wild fire of passion. "I

need you to fuck me! Right now! How fast can you recover?"

My cock was already hard, twitching beneath her. Without hesitation,

she reached down and guided it towards her already slick sex. "Fuck,
that's deep," she moaned as she plunged down upon me.

We exchanged no further words. Chloe leaned into me, her

face slightly above mine, almost nose to nose. Her long hair hung down around
my face, our eyes locked in a passionate stare.

Chloe didn't ride my shaft so much as rock back and forth on

it, my cock remaining deep inside her, stimulated from her movements.

My hands went to her ass, partly to enjoy the feel of it,

but also to keep her from slipping off of me.

Her vaginal walls tightened and contracted with each motion,

and I could feel the heat of her radiate along my swollen shaft.

She was cumming within moments, her juices running down my

balls, pooling under me, hot and sticky. The scent of her arousal flooded my
nostrils, making me lightheaded with it.

Her pace never slowed even as a second orgasm took her, then

a third, and a fourth. She fucked me like woman possessed.

Hands gripping my shoulders, she leaned the full weight of

her body back, now riding me proper, working her hips, her cunt sliding up and
down on my cock in quick thrusts, leaving my shaft glistening with her cream.

She let go of one shoulder, trusting my strong arms to

support her weight. Her free hand found her clit, attacking it viciously.

Her breasts bounced freely, soaked with sweat. Her eyes

never broke contact with mine and her face twisted with delight as yet another
climax approached.

Chloe squealed as her vaginal muscles spasmed, the hot spray

of her ejaculate forcing its way past my cock, coating my thighs. With a wail
of pleasure, she pushed herself off me, collapsing to the floor, panting for
breath.

Chloe looked up at me, breathing heavily. "I'm, sorry,

I'm just, spent."

I answered by taking my cock, still slick and dripping with

her juices, and started stroking steadily. Soon enough, I felt my own climax
rapidly approaching.

Chloe positioned herself between my legs, slipping her lips

around the head of my cock just as the first blast erupted.

She formed a tight seal around my glans, sucking greedily as

I continued to jerk my spunk into her eager mouth, swallowing every drop. Her
eyes mirrored what I'd seen earlier in my vision, glowing with joy and desire.

Finished, I slid down to the floor beside her. Our exertions

had left us hot, sweaty, and exhausted, but also satisfied and content. We lay
together, cuddling.

That was fucking incredible," gasped Chloe, still

catching her breath.

"It was," I agreed, "although I'm a little

surprised. I thought you said we were supposed to wait."

"I did," she agreed. "But I realized during

this session under the lights that it wasn't about waiting to have sex. It's
not like I'm a virgin. I think we're waiting to, conceive."

"Well I don't think what you did there at the end is

the way to go about it," I joked.

She didn't laugh. "I suppose I need to tell you

something," Chloe said, turning serious. "You're the first man I've
let fuck me without a condom. And, I've never let anyone cum inside me
before."

My eyes were wide with surprise as she explained. "My

mother raised me to be more than a little paranoid about getting pregnant or
catching a disease. Maybe because she had me at an early age. But now, with my
head so clear and free from my doubts and fears, I think I truly understand the
real reason.

"I think I was afraid of intimacy, and letting a guy

cum inside me is about the most intimate act I can imagine. So I always made my
boyfriends wear condoms, and had them pull out before they came.

"Oh I made good excuses for it, and got good at

swallowing, or encouraging them to cum on my face or body. And none of my few
relationships lasted long enough for it to ever really become an issue anyway.

"During that part under the lights, when They opened up

our minds, brought back old memories, I saw my past relationships in a totally
different way. And I realized I was responsible for their failures, because my
fear wasn't really physical intimacy, but emotional intimacy."

"We can't put all the blame on ourselves for past

failures when it comes to relationships," I said. "I know enough
about my personal flaws even before all of this to understand I'm not perfect,
but my divorce wasn't entirely my fault either."

"Oh, I'm not laying all the blame on myself

either," she replied. "Just, I don't know. I think I understand
myself a little better now. I mean, even with us, just now, I pulled you out at
the last second, right? Not because I thought you were supposed to wait to cum
in me, but because I still just wasn't ready for it yet."

"I get it. And I'm not upset or disappointed about it.

We're still getting to know and trust each other. It's okay if you're not
comfortable enough with me yet for that."

"It's not you, it's me," she said, laughing at how

cliché that sounded. "I guess I still need to work through some things.
But don't think I don't have feelings for you, care about you, because I
do."

"I care about you too, very much," I said.

"We can wait, it's okay. If and when you're ready, you can let me know.
And if not, that's okay too. I'd understand. Cumming inside you isn't important
to me; your comfort and feelings are."

Chloe smiled appreciatively. "Thank you. That means a

lot."

We lay quietly, side by side for a few minutes. Then a

question popped into my head that I felt compelled to ask. "So you never
had a guy inside you without a condom until just now? Never, you know, played
'Just The Tip,' or let him enter you for a while before putting the condom
on?"

"Nope. Never," she answered, matter of factly.

"So, how do you feel now that you've done it?"

"I'm fine with it, actually. To be honest, I barely

noticed the difference. It was a rather selfish fuck of me, I'm afraid. I
wasn't really thinking, just, feeling. Pure lust and instinct. I hope you
didn't feel too detached."

"Not at all," I assured her. "Look, let's

face it. Our captors, for whatever reasons, are at least influencing our
emotions and feelings, if not outright controlling our actions. Those lights
get us both pretty fucking worked up; I don't think anyone else not in our
position could understand.

"But by removing our inhibitions, our hang-ups, all

those things we stress and worry over and second guess, they've given us the
freedom to act on pure desire and instinct, without fear of negative
repercussions. You saw what you wanted and took it. I gave it willingly. We
were both satisfied. As long as I know you're okay with what we've done, I have
no regrets or misgivings."

Chloe turned to me and smiled. "Me either. I'm more

than okay with what happened. And while I'm still sorting a few things out, I
think, sooner than later, I'll wind up breaking my other rule with you."

We spent the next several waking periods ("day"

and "night" were irrelevant and immeasurable in the White Room)
alternating between sessions under the lights and simply bonding together.

They hadn't used the red lights on us for some time now, and

our sex drives had settled down considerably. Although there were several times
I'd masturbate out of sheer boredom, and the simple need to release. Sometimes
Chloe joined in, but often she'd simply watch.

There was no pressure from me for her to do anything more.

When she was ready, I had no doubts she would let me know.

I felt no awkwardness about masturbating in front of her, no

shame or embarrassment at all.

The first time was two sleep cycles after our heated

coupling. Chloe and I were laying side by side on the floor, talking, sharing
stories and memories, when it happened; I got an erection.

There was no reason for it that I could pinpoint. Chloe was

of course both naked and beautiful, but we'd both become completely comfortable
together in our nudity. Perhaps I was subconsciously admiring her body as we
talked. Maybe it was a buildup of hormones. Or perhaps it was just a random
boner that most guys stop getting by the time they hit their thirties.

Chloe actually noticed it before I did. "Somebody's

awake," she said humorously.

"Huh? Oh. Weird. I wasn't even thinking about

sex."

"So it's true they have a mind of their own,

then?" Chloe asked, grinning mischievously.

"Apparently," I shrugged.

We carried on our conversation for a while as if it hadn't

happened, Chloe continuing her story about the charity fundraiser bake sale her
sorority had organized last summer.

My cock was twitching and bobbing as if it were listening,

nodding in all the right places. At one point Chloe burst into laughter.
"How do you live with that thing? It would drive me to distraction."

"I thought it would go away if I ignored it, but it

doesn't seem to want to. Do you mind if I just take care of this?"

"Be my guest," Chloe smiled.

I began to stroke myself casually while Chloe continued her

tale, telling me about how they'd all but destroyed the campus kitchens trying
to finish all the cakes and pastries in time.

The funny part was, I was fully invested in listening to her

story, laughing and injecting comments along the way; just two friends having a
pleasant conversation, except we both just happened to be naked, and one of us
was masturbating during it.

Not that there wasn't any sexual tension to it. My eyes

certainly wandered more lustfully over her body, but I felt no true urge to
fuck her. And I saw her eyes occasionally glance down at my cock as I stroked
it, watching me while she continued her tales.

But the truly most arousing part was the simple, casual

nature of it.

She had just gotten to the end of her story, explaining how

they had to stay up all Sunday night to get the kitchen clean in time for the
Monday morning summer class, when I felt the tingles that signaled the approach
of my orgasm.

Chloe sensed it from my body language and cast her eyes

downward, watching with a look of simple curiosity.

My eyes found her body again, drinking in her beauty, her

curves, and her soft, smooth skin. But it was the playful look in her eyes that
sent me over the edge. I came hard, shooting rivulets of cum across my chest
and stomach.

Chloe smiled as I finished. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh, most certainly," I answered, still breathing

heavily.

"Me too," she said. "That was, strangely

liberating."

"How so?"

"I've never been with a man who was in a state of

sexual arousal that didn't have expectations or demands for me to help him do
something about it."

I pondered that for a moment. "I suppose I never really

thought about it that way. I guess most men just automatically expect the woman
to participate. But I was actually quite content to simply take care of myself
there. Having you watch was an added, extra thrill. Being honest, that's always
been a little fantasy of mine."

"What? Masturbating in front of a woman?"

"Yes, but, well, more than just that. Doing it the way

we just did; casually. Not even really talking about it while it was happening,
or you deliberately trying to tease me or goad me on."

"Interesting," Chloe mused. "If you'd have

asked me to talk dirty or something, I suppose I would have. But it was
refreshing to not feel pressured to be the stimulus to get someone off for a
change."

"Well, I was looking at you, ya know," I grinned.

"Yeah, I noticed. And I was looking too."

"And? What were you thinking?"

Chloe paused, then smiled. "I was thinking it was nice

to just watch. And that maybe next time, I might join in."

She did indeed join in the next time a few cycles later.

Other times, she merely watched.

We also spent a lot of time discussing the changes to our

bodies after each new session under the lights.

I had definitely lost more weight, but my muscles were

firmer, stronger. I'd started doing various exercises as a way to kill time and
burn my newfound energy. But I certainly hadn't had enough time to build the
body I now had. I wasn't getting bulkier, or adding muscle mass, just toning
and strengthening my existing muscles.

Chloe, who'd started this strange adventure already in much

better shape than I, was also changing physically. While it was less noticeable
to me, she claimed she was also losing weight, and feeling more fit, firm, and
toned.

She'd often join me in exercising, usually yoga or

stretching. She even taught me a few poses that I took to naturally, despite
the fact that, not that long ago, I'd never have come close to being able to
bend that way.

It was during one of our yoga sessions that I wound up

masturbating again. I couldn't help it. After all, she was naked.

Chloe didn't object at all when I broke from our routine to

sit on the platform to stroke myself off. She kept right on with her poses,
although I did start to think some of them were now deliberately designed to
stimulate me.

Especially when she stood with her back to me, legs agape,

and bent to grab her ankle. While she hadn't been touching herself, the
glimmering sheen of moisture coating her fully exposed sex told me she was
enjoying the tease more than she'd let on.

With a casual toss of her hair, she'd looked back at me when

she'd heard the groans that signaled my release, her eyes filled with mischief
as she watched me orgasm.

When I'd finished, and my cum had dissolved into little gold

lights as it always did after, I rejoined her and continued our exercises.

When we weren't working out, we were bonding in other ways.

We often sang each other songs; sometimes we sang them together. Chloe had a
lovely singing voice. Me? Well, I suppose our captors couldn't fix everything.
But I did my best to stay in tune.

We shared a lot of our past, especially as our memories

would come back to us after a session under the lights.

I'd always had a problem expressing my feelings, especially

in my past relationships. My wife used to accuse me of being emotionless. I
wasn't, of course. I'd just kept them bottled up.

But now, with Chloe, I could talk about anything. We laughed

and cried together as we talked openly and honestly about, well, everything.

We shared our hopes, dreams, even our darkest desires and

secrets. Things I'll not share here; they're no one else's business.

We also memorized each other's phone number and address. In

case we were separated again after.

Because we were beginning to think there would be an after,

and soon. Although we hadn't heard from our mysterious captors in quite some
time, we both felt it, instinctively.

Several more waking / sleeping periods had passed.

We woke as we usually did now, entwined in each other's

arms, eschewing the platforms for the more roomy and just as comfortable floor.

We were immediately enveloped by the lights, lifting and

separating us as they cycled through the usual routines.

This session seemed to last much longer than usual, as the

lights blinked through their various colors at a random pace, even adding some
new shades, none of which I could determine the purpose of. By this point my
body was flooded with so many various feelings and emotions that it was
impossible to tell what might be different.

Finally, the lights became a rainbow above us, the colors

spectacular in their brilliance.

The Voice, long absent, finally spoke: "You

have reached optimal life form function. You have reached optimal
compatibility. It is time to conjoin."

"Why do you need us to conjoin?" I knew what they

wanted us to do, but I wanted to know the reason.

"We need you to conjoin so that you can help us. We

need you to conjoin so that we may help you. The result of your conjoining will
be optimal lifeform. You will understand in what you know as time."

The lights released us. We stood facing each other, naked,

the same as we'd been when we first arrived here.

But neither of us was the same, nor would we ever be again.

Chloe had tears in her eyes. "I'm, I'm ovulating. I can

feel it."

"Chloe, we still don't have to do this, you know. They

can't force us." I didn't know how I knew this, only that it was true. If
we refused, this experiment would be over. Although I was less sure about
whether They would allow us to simply walk away.

"No," wept Chloe. "They can't. But I want

this. I want this so much."

She wiped her tears and smiled at me radiantly. "I want

this, Nick. I want you. Because I love you. I choose this of my own free
will."

My heart melted. "I love you, Chloe. And I want this

too."

I looked up towards where I imagined our mysterious

benefactors, yes, I considered them benefactors now.. .might be, watching us
from above. "We choose this of our own free will," I affirmed.

I turned back to face Chloe. "Before we do this, "

I approached her, took her hand, then took a knee.

"Chloe, I have no ring to offer you, only my heart, and

my love. I've only known you a short time, but in that time we've shared a
lifetime's worth. And I want to share the rest of it with you. Will you do me
the honor of becoming my wife?"

Chloe's tears began anew. "Oh, yes! I would love

nothing more than to be your wife."

"Well, then. What they have joined together," I

looked upwards with a grin, "let no man put apart. May I kiss my
bride?"

"You most certainly may," Chloe laughed joyfully.

I stood, took her in my arms, and two became one.

Our lovemaking, and that's what it was this time,

lovemaking, not mere fucking, was as intimate and passionate as you could
imagine.

No, scratch that, you couldn't possibly imagine it. Not

without being through what we had been.

We joined, not just in body, but in mind and soul.

I'm not a religious man, and if you'd asked me before this

to describe a "spiritual" experience, I wouldn't have had an answer.

Until now.

Chloe lay beneath me, her face glowing as I kissed her neck,

her shoulder, then down to suckle at her breasts.

There was none of the desperate urgency of our earlier

coupling; we savored each and every touch, every kiss, every flick of a tongue
over a swollen nipple or sensitive glans. Every caress of a hand across a hip,
a thigh, a throbbing shaft or a warm, wet cleft.

My fingers danced over Chloe's clit, playing her like a

classical violin; producing a symphony of moans, squeals and gasps.

I was rewarded with the fine wine of her ejaculate, which I

drank thirstily.

When she finally guided my manhood into her, it felt like

coming home.

I entered her slowly, feeling her give way to my girth,

opening for me, accepting me fully into her.

Once again face to face, Chloe smiled up at me lovingly.

"Let's make our baby."

Our bodies rocked together in a gentle rhythm, her hips rising

to meet my thrusts.

We couldn't literally read each other's minds, our

connection wasn't like that. It was more like reading feelings, desires,
emotions.

She knew instinctively when to move, when to wiggle, and

when to clench. I could feel when she wanted long full thrusts, and when she
just wanted to hold me deep inside her and rock against her G Spot.

As our passion built, so did our movements, but it was never

wild or out of control. Never a moment where we disconnected, or became too
focused on our own pleasure.

I could feel the warm river of her juices struggling to

escape her tunnel around my shaft, swelling with its own need for release.

Chloe could feel my imminent climax approaching. "Give

me your seed, my love," she whispered, "make me a mother."

I came hard and deep inside her, filling her over and over

again with hot semen. Her legs wrapped around my back, elevating her hips, so
that every drop flowed down into her womb.

Chloe was simultaneously crying tears of joy and wailing

cries of passion as she came with me, our orgasms as perfectly synced as our
minds and hearts.

Finally spent, we simply held each other close, our bodies

trembling together as we kissed tenderly.

I was loath to remove myself from her, and my cock remained

erect for some time after, in no rush to leave the warmth of her.

Without warning, we were once again enveloped in a light.

This time it was pure white, somehow even whiter than the surroundings that had
been our home for the interminable amount of time we'd been here. It held us
for several seconds, then blinked out as fast as it had appeared.

"Conjoining successful. Optimal life form

achieved," The Voice pronounced.

"Hear that?" Chloe giggled. "Congratulations.

You're going to be a daddy."

I'd had no children from my previous marriage. We'd tried

for a while, but it never happened. I'd often wondered if that contributed to
our drifting apart.

I quickly put those sad thoughts aside and turned my

attention to my new bride, soon to be the mother of our child.

"That's, that's wonderful. Congrats, my love. You're

going to be an amazing mother."

We held each other a few more moments, kissing softly.

Finally, I removed myself and lay beside her.

We drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep, together in each

other's arms.

I woke to the cold and dark, stars shining above.

I jerked upright in shock and confusion. "Chloe?"

I was alone.

It took me a full minute to realize where I was.

I was on my deck. The patio door was still open, the smell

of frying meat wafting from my kitchen.

I was home.

Finding my feet, I ran inside. The steak was still cooking

away on the stove. "All that technology, and those assholes couldn't even
turn the burner off," I muttered.

It seemed I hadn't been gone long at all. The steak wasn't

even finished yet, let alone burnt.

I turned the stove off and shook my head in silent wonder.

Apparently, They had returned us to the exact same time They had taken us.

Us. Chloe!

I scrambled to my living room, hunting for my phone for

several minutes before remembering it was in my back pocket.

My pocket. The pocket of my pants.

They felt confining, restrictive against my body. It was

going to take some time getting used to wearing clothes again.

I pulled my phone out and felt a moment of panic when I

couldn't remember Chloe's number.

What if it was just a dream? What if none of it ever

happened? What if I'd just slipped, hit my head, and the rest was a concussion
induced hallucination?

Then my phone rang.

I recognized the number immediately. And the voice on the

other end:

"Well hello, my love."

To be continued in part 3, By Djmac1031 for Literotica 

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