Siona moaned and shook her head no in a gesture of frantic pleading. Ty removed his pants and shirt as fast as he could. Siona switched to nodding enthusiastically. “Yes yes hurry hurryyy!” the last word drawing out into an almost mournful cry.

She lay full on the floor, her knees spread wide, her feet on tiptoe and brought up below her ass, suspending herself before him as if in offering, still gripping handfuls of the floor. Spread by the tension of her position, a thicker string of liquid drooled from her vagina, down her pert ass to pool on the floor. Ty marveled at her breasts, rolling up to her chin as she elevated her lower body; her pleading face, so innocent and lascivious at the same time; her long hair spread out around her.

Ty knelt between her legs. He placed a hand under her glistening, round bottom for support, and another on her pillowy breast, the nipple pressing into his palm. A hand emerged from the small of her back and gripped Ty’s cock, aiming it at her opening. Her legs left the ground and wrapped tightly around his back. Tendrils escaped her sides and wrapped around Ty’s frame, dragging him tightly to her.

Ty’s penis pressed into trembling, searing hot labia while his arms wrapped around a back that was cooler than the air around him. He squeezed her to his chest, her erect nipples digging into his own excitingly. Siona was panting and whispering unintelligible things. She released her handhold on the ground and wrapped her arms around Ty, squeezing him so hard he heard his ribcage creak. The pressure only excited him.

Despite the copious fluid, Sionas vagina was a satin vice on Ty’s cock; sucking and squeezing, internal currents eddied and tormented Ty. Instinctively, he pulled back to begin thrusting into her, but she moaned in protest and locked her legs, pulling him deeper inside her.

“Stay inside!” she gasped. “I’ll do-“ she cut herself off with a small involuntary scream; Ty had twitched inside her.

In response, Siona closed her eyes began to undulate under Ty. He could feel her alien internal anatomy flowing around him, teasing him, squeezing and pinching. Ty mashed his mouth firm against Sionas, and she whimpered her approval into him.

His mouth filled with the heavenly syrup again and he gripped Siona so hard at the taste that his arms made deep impressions in her shapely back. Siona began to melt around him in big, gooey drops that ran over his arms and down his thighs.

The electric feeling filled Ty again, and made him feel as if he were liquid himself. He began to feel finer textures that he could have never felt before – the fine grain of dust below his toes, Siona vibrating imperceptibly with her gasps. The world swam around him, his ecstasy mixing with the effect of the alien substance binding with his human blood.

Siona broke off their kiss and cradled Ty’s head, as he had done to her in the tunnel. Tears dripped from Ty, but he was unaware of them. They reached climax together, Sionas mouth agape in a silent scream, burying Ty’s head in the space where her neck met her shoulder. After what seemed like an eternity, they collapsed to the floor together, exhausted.

They lay together awhile, catching their breath. Ty clumsily propped himself up on his elbows. Siona was sticky, and thick strings of her stuck to his chest. He felt dampness on his face and went to brush it off, but at his touch the dampness crept its own way into him ominously. Siona appeared to have blacked out; she lay on the floor resembling a melting heap of some divine confection, her hand resting casually on the ripped up bolt of the floor, her elegant legs askew and sticking to the puddle of herself she was laying on.

Ty crept over to her and ran his hand along her face. Her eyes opened sleepily. “I’ll be ok.” She whispered. “I’m so happy. I’ve spent so much energy though. I need to rest a while. You’ll be safe here, love. Stay with me.” She reached for his hand and threaded her fingers through his. “I love you.” She said, simply. Ty only nodded, and Siona closed her eyes.

After a while, her hand went lax and her breathing grew soft and slow. Ty released her hand and let her rest on the ground. Getting up, he found himself surprisingly clean. He thought about what she’d said about joining with his blood, the idea excited him and he silently hoped he’d be able to rip up pipes and metal grates like she could, but he didn’t think it was likely.

Pushing these thoughts aside, he turned his attention to the library. Ty approached one of the shelves and studied the spines of the books lined there. The writing was different from the symbols decorating the walls, and he found he could recognize a little of it. Ty strolled along the walls looking for anything interesting.

Ty came to a shelf dedicated to one book on a small stand. On the cover, it featured an embossed image of a human and a Ballenta embracing, their faces peaceful. The Ballenta resembled Siona.

Ty looked warily at the dimly glowing sheet in front of the shelf. It looked like a layer of light dancing through smoke, only there was none. He searched around for an angular piece of rubble and poked at the field timidly. The field flickered when the fragment passed it and Ty heard an unhealthy sputtering coming from a device at the edge of the shelf, but the field itself seemed harmless enough. Ty reached into the shelf. The field caused his hand to tingle, but nothing more. He retrieved the book.

Wanting to avoid disturbing Siona, Ty sat down in front of the bookshelf with the large book in his lap. Paging through the book, Ty could understand little of the text, but there were many illustrations. He stopped at one that showed a human drinking something from the cupped hands of a Ballenta on some kind of angular crystal dais. It seemed to be the marriage ritual Siona was told him about.

The following pages seemed to be a medical log detailing changes. Ty grew a little uneasy at the amount of emphasized and highlighted text, but decided that he trusted Siona not to hurt him. He paged on. He skipped through sections of Ballenta and humans together; building things, gardening, and doing things he couldn’t even begin to identify. Toward the back of the book, however, he found something surprising: Ballenta going to war.

On one page, a human and a Ballenta embraced lovingly. The next seemed to detail the same human wearing the Ballenta – her body curled around his limbs like ornate filigree, her head peering over his shoulder in one panel and absent in the next. Ty thought back to Sionas lesson to him, wrapping herself around his waist and legs; he’d felt like he could have leapt all the way to the roof of the towering library.

The following pages seemed to detail squad tactics. Ty tried to imagine what sort of force could overcome not just one Ballenta, but many, and found that he could not. Ty closed the book and examined the cover again. It struck him again how much the Ballenta featured there resembled Siona, and he felt a stab of jealousy at the thought that it might actually be her before remembering that she had only been a child when the place had been invaded.

Suddenly, it occurred to Ty what he was holding – a book of vital military secrets. Why hadn’t such a thing been taken in the invasion? And why had it been left out in such a relatively exposed place? The more he thought about it, the more parts of Sionas story seemed incongruous, and her behavior had always been odd when he questioned her on them…

Ty shook his head shamefully, dismissing these ideas, feeling guilty he had even thought them. He glanced back at Siona, still reclining on the ground behind him, more solid now. Her hair was still splayed out around her head in a halo, with the light from the sunbeam that surrounded her glistening through her body and casting fleeting sapphires through the library.

Her breasts jiggled slightly as she breathed. Ty imagined that if he got closer he might her here snoring, spoiling her angelic repose, but Ty only found the idea more endearing and he resolved to go lay next to her, perhaps sleep a bit himself.

Without thinking about it, Ty replaced the book he had taken. The device at the end of the shelf, which had been sputtering since he first disturbed the field, suddenly burst. Flecks of metal struck Ty as he was knocked on his back by the explosion. The front of his shirt, thick as an apron to protect him from the desert sands, had been flung to charred shreds.

Ty was about to laugh and apologize to Siona, perhaps make a joke about disturbing her sleep. Then he heard a dim hissing sound coming from his chest. He looked down to see a charred, jagged sunburst scored into his solar plexus, several inches deep. Smoke rose from the blackened rim of his now exposed ribs and sternum.

Just before darkness swallowed Ty, as if news from a distant country, he felt cool gel wash over him.