Nick & Chloe's daughter discovers the purpose of her birth.
By Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
(The following is a continuance to the story The White Room.)
Adora’s 4th Birthday
"Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetheart? What's wrong?"
"I had a dream."
"You had a bad dream, sweetie?"
"Not a bad dream, Mommy. Just, a dream."
"Here, sit down. Tell us about it."
"I dreamed I was in a weird place. Everything was all white."
"All white, you said?"
"Yes. And I was naked. And there was a voice, talking to me, but nobody was there."
"What did the voice say to you, baby? Try to remember everything."
"It told me not to be a-scared. That they weren't going to hurt me. That they were just giving me an, imhaminasayshin?"
"Imham, you mean examination?"
"Yes! An eshaminayshin."
"What else, sweetie? What else do you remember?"
"They shined a light on me. A blue light. It made me feel happy. And sleepy."
"And then?"
"And then they said I was doing good, but I wasn't ready yet."
"Wasn't, ready,”
"Yes. Then they told me to go to sleep, so I did. And then I woke up in my bed again."
"Think, hunny. Think really hard. Did they say anything else? Anything at all?"
"They said, they asked if you and mommy were taking good care of me. I said yes. Then they said to tell you 'hello.' And,”
"And, what?"
"And that they would see us again soon."
Adora’s 21st Birthday.
"Happy birthday, Adora!"
As she blew out the candles on her cake, Adora took a moment to reflect back on her life, and how grateful she was for it.
She didn't make a wish. At twenty-one, she felt a little old for that kind of thing. And besides, what would she wish for? She already had everything she wanted right here.
Adora hadn't seen her parents since Christmas, having spent Spring Break traveling abroad with friends.
Now she was back in her childhood home to spend the summer with them. Unlike many of her friends, who hated having to go home for the summer, Adora cherished it. She loved her parents, and had missed them deeply.
"So, how's your classes going?" her father asked. "Find the cure for cancer yet?
"No," Adora laughed. "But I'm working on it."
Adora was what many would consider a prodigy. At age three, she was already reading; by age four, she was writing her own stories.
She was always a curious child, constantly asking questions, wanting to know how everything worked. Her parents would often find her in her room, taking apart her toys and, later, things like her computer, to study how they functioned. She never failed to put them back together properly after.
By the time she'd graduated, Adora had her choice of colleges to attend. She chose John Hopkins for its biomedical engineering courses. Because by then, her biggest curiosity had become how the human body worked. More specifically, why it aged, broke down, got sick.
Not that Adora had ever dealt with that. She couldn't recall one day where she'd ever had so much as the sniffles. Even during flu season the previous winter, when all three of her roommates were bogged down with it, she had felt perfectly fine.
Adora had never thought much about it during her youth. She'd always just assumed she'd inherited her strong immune system from her parents, who never seemed to get sick, either.
They also never seemed to age. At sixty-four, her father didn't look a day over thirty. No gray tinged his hair, nor any bald spots. No middle aged paunch around his waist, no arthritis, no back or vision issues.
Her mother, now forty-three, still had the fresh faced beauty of a woman in her twenties. And the body to match.
They'd always been physically active, of course, and had introduced Adora to regular exercise as soon she was old enough to walk.
Adora was no slouch physically herself, having inherited her mother's slender yet curvy frame, along with her father's blonde locks and hazel eyes.
She'd chalked up her natural beauty and great build to the healthy lifestyle her parents had taught her, along with good genetics.
Sitting across from them now as they sipped their coffee to wash down the exquisite cream cheese frosted red velvet cake they'd gotten her, she wondered, not for the first time, how they had managed to stay so young looking while everyone else's parents she knew had aged considerably over time.
"We got you a present," her mother smiled, pulling a large box from beneath the table." Opening it, she found the complete set of medical textbooks she needed for next semester, and a summer season pass to the art museum.
"Thanks, Mom, Dad," she said, hugging each of them in turn.
They spent the rest of the evening together catching up, before finally deciding to retire for the night.
They made plans to spend the next day at the beach. Adora was glad for it. While she'd visited some lovely beaches overseas, she missed the California sunshine.
She'd also missed her bedroom. It felt smaller than she remembered, but there were many comforting memories here.
Stripping off her clothes, Adora climbed into bed.
Just as she began to doze, a strange humming noise reverberated throughout the room.
Adora sat up just in time to catch a bright flash of light right outside her window.
Then the world went black.
Conjoinment
Nick sat up from the platform with a start, every nerve alive, his senses on full alert.
It only took a second for his eyes to adjust to the brightness. And only a moment longer for him to register where he was.
"Holy shit. I'm back."
He quickly spotted his wife, Chloe, on a platform across from him. She was already sitting up, her eyes wide with surprise.
Turning as one, they found their daughter, on her own platform, still sleeping. She was, as they were, completely naked.
"Nick?" Chloe's voice trembled with tension. But she showed no panic, only questioning and concern.
They stood as one and made their way over to their daughter, now just beginning to stir.
"Mom? Dad?" Adora asked in a still sleepy haze, "Am, am I dreaming again?"
"No dear," Chloe answered softly, taking her hand, "this is no dream."
"Where, where are we? And, why are we naked?" Adora wasn't upset or embarrassed at the sight of her parents' nudity, or in finding herself nude as well. They had raised her to be comfortable in her own skin, and not to see nudity as shameful or sinful.
But she certainly hadn't expected to wake up to find them naked here with her in a place she'd only seen before in her dreams.
"I suppose we have a lot to talk about," sighed Nick.
Adora sat in rapt attention as her parents told the story of the alien abduction that had brought them together, and the experiments that had led to her conception right here in this very place. It sounded like some fantasy, like the sci-fi stories she used to read as a kid. But as they concluded their tale, she instinctively knew every word of it was true.
"Well," said Adora after a long, thoughtful pause, "that certainly explains a lot."
"What do you mean?" Chloe asked.
"Well, for starters, it would explain why you two never seem to age, or get sick. Why I don't get sick either. And," she finished with a wry grin, "why you like to visit nudist resorts so much."
"You seem to be handling this pretty well," Nick noted. "Much better than your mother and I when we were first brought here."
"I, I know this place," said Adora. "I've dreamed of it. Several times. When I was little."
"We remember," Nick nodded, "and we don't think those were dreams. We think they were just, checking up on you."
"And you didn't tell me?"
"We didn't want to worry you," said Chloe. "You were a child. You thought they were dreams. We didn't see any reason to convince you otherwise."
"Plus, it hasn't happened in years, at least that you've told us about," said Nick. "We thought maybe they'd just, I dunno, gone away, forgot about us."
Adora stood, tentatively taking her first steps in this strange yet familiar environment. "So why are we here? Now? Why did they bring us back?"
Before either of her parents could postulate an answer, all three were enveloped in soft, blue lights.
"Relax," Chloe instructed her daughter as the beams slowly separated them across the White Room. "Don't fight it. They won't hurt us."
"I know, Mom. I've done this before, remember?"
The beams scanned them for several minutes, flickering through various colors. Their ears hummed and tickled with each vibration shift.
From nowhere, a voice all three were familiar with spoke. "Scan complete. Lifeforms still operating within acceptable parameters, but suffer from minor environmental contamination. Decontamination process commencing."
Nick felt the familiar tingling sensation begin deep inside his body. "Hold on, Adora," he called out, "this may feel, strange."
The three of them floated on invisible strings as the cleansing process ran through them, small clouds of dark particles emanating from their pores to transform into glowing gold specks as they floated upwards into nothingness.
Then the lights went red.
"No!" Nick cried, "Stop! Now!"
"Why?" The Voice asked. "Previous research has found this experience causes pleasure in lifeforms. Do you no longer find such stimulation enjoyable?"
"This is not the time," snapped Nick, fighting his already rising erection. "Release us! Please!"
"As you wish."
The lights went back to blue only long enough to safely lower them back to their platforms before they blinked off.
"Dad?" What was that?" Adora asked, the crimson flush on her face and chest slowly fading.
Nick leaned forward, trying to surreptitiously hide his arousal while deciding how to answer. Chloe noticed it with both amusement and concern.
"Nothing," Nick finally answered. "At least nothing you need to worry about at the moment."
"Hey," he continued, looking upward, addressing their abductors, "Not that it's not nice to see you guys again and all, but you wanna tell us what the hell is going on? Why are we here?"
Nick didn't actually expect an answer. But he got one.
"We have returned you to follow up on the results of our experiment. And to offer a proposition."
"A proposition?" Chloe asked. "What do you want from us, and our daughter?"
"She is ready. We wish to conjoin," the Voice answered.
"Conjoin?" Nick echoed softly. "No. No way. You don't mean,"
"You are confused," the Voice responded. "It is understandable. It will be easier to show you."
Without warning, a beam of brilliant white light enveloped Adora. Again her body was lifted from the platform.
Jumping up, Chloe rushed towards her. "No! Don't you,” She froze in place mid-sentence, a blue light trapping her, distancing her from her daughter.
Nick moved to intercept but was caught in his own light, now incapable of anything but watching. "Don't you hurt her," he threatened through clenched teeth.
"Do not despair," said the Voice, its normally static tone now almost soothing. "This lifeform is precious to us. It will not be harmed."
Chloe and Nick watched helplessly as Adora was moved to the center of the room. "It's okay," came her awestruck voice, "they're not hurting me. In fact, I feel,”
The rest was cut off as the beam intensified, both in brightness and frequency.
Descending from above, thousands of tiny white specks rained down over Adora, swirling around her like glowing snowflakes.
After several moments, one of the flakes separated itself from the pack, landing on her forehead.
Adora's eyes closed. Her head fell back as the tiny speck slowly absorbed into her and disappeared.
The rest of the swirling cloud ascended, fading from view as the beam lowered Adora back to her platform and blinked off.
Now freed as well, her parents again rushed to her side. "Adora? Are you okay? Wake up hunny," Chloe pleaded, desperately holding back her tears.
Adora stirred. Wrapping her in his arms, Nick carefully guided her up. Her body trembled in his grasp. "Easy, sweetheart," he coaxed, "Just go slow. Take a deep breath. You're gonna be just fine." He hoped he sounded more confident than he felt.
Hesitantly, Adora opened her eyes. Her normally soft hazel irises now sparkled with tiny white diamonds floating behind them.
They were wide with wonder as she looked first at her father, then her mother.
When she finally spoke, her voice rang with a familiar echo.
"So this is what it feels like."
Gagging, Adora lurched forward and vomited.
Post-Conjoinment
"Feeling better?" Chloe brushed back her daughter's hair from her face as she sat comforting her.
"Yes," said Adora. "After suffering regurgitation due to initial reaction to conjoining, lifeform has resumed normal biological functions."
"Good," snapped Nick, whirling from where'd he'd been pacing the floor, "So now you can tell me: What the hell have you done to our daughter?"
Adora looked up at him, her face expressionless. "We have conjoined."
Chloe gasped, finally understanding.
"Get the hell out of her. Now!" Nick barked.
"We are not hurting lifeform," the being now inside Adora spoke. "Conjoining is temporary. Lifeform is very precious to us. We will bring no harm to it, we assure you."
"She is not an it," Nick seethed. "She's a human being, a unique individual, and her name is Adora. Please use it!"
"Yes, of course. Our apologies. Adora. From your Latin. Loosely translated 'Beloved Gift.' Quite fitting."
"Yes, we know that," Chloe snipped, "Now give us back our daughter!"
"Mom? Dad? Don't worry, I'm here. I'm okay." The echo was gone from Adora's voice. "I can still see, still hear everything. It's, it's, I can't describe it. It's incredible!"
Chloe burst into tears of relief.
"I'm glad you're okay, sweetheart," said Nick softly. "But they can't stay inside you. They have no right."
"We have every right!" the Being cried. "We are just as responsible for the creation of lifeform, of Adora, as you are!"
"That doesn't give you the right to just waltz in and steal her body!" Nick yelled. "Now get out, or so help me, I'll,”
Nick hadn't realized he'd raised his fist until he felt Chloe's hand on his arm. "What are you going to do, Nick?" she asked calmly, "Beat it out of her?"
Nick dropped his head in shame. "No, of course not. I'm sorry. I just feel so,”
"Helpless?" Chloe finished. "I know, my love. Me, too. But losing our heads won't solve this. There's got to be a better way."
"Dad?" Adora was in control again. "Don't be angry, please. I'm okay, I promise. But, they, they need me."
Nick knelt before her, taking her hand. "Need you?" He was calmer now, steadier for hearing her true voice. "Why?"
"I, I think they're sick, Dad. I think they're, dying. And I want to help them."
"Dying?" Chloe said, her face sympathetic. "How, how can you help?"
"If you allow us, we can explain," answered the Being.
Chloe and Nick sat to each side of their daughter, holding her close as the alien intelligence inside her began its tale.
"Eons ago, we were much like you. Carbon based lifeforms, living on a planet very similar to yours.
"Over time, we evolved. We shed our physical forms to become beings of pure energy.
"This solved many problems. There were no more wars. No more things to fight and hurt each other over. No more famine. No more illness or suffering or death.
"But as the millennia wore on, we forgot ourselves. Our individuality. Our uniqueness. We became a collective mind, a hive.
"While we had knowledge, we had no purpose, no reason for being. We succumbed to ennui. We atrophied. We began to die off from the lack of will to exist.
"Those who remained decided we must find a new way. Our knowledge had become too vast, too valuable to the universe, to simply go extinct.
"And so it was decided we should create new lifeforms, new bodies which we could then inhabit, and use them to rediscover ourselves and our purpose for being.
"We first attempted to create our own lifeforms. We were, unsuccessful.
"We then decided to find existing lifeforms that might suit our purposes. Something we could use as a model, a template to work from.
"We scoured the universe, looking for compatible lifeforms. After a long search, we found them."
"Earth," Chloe gasped. "You found Earth. Us."
"Yes," said the Being, "We discovered your world, your species."
"But it was not an easy task. Your species was primitive, underdeveloped. Time was needed for you to grow, evolve. Time, and, on rare occasions, a little guidance in the proper direction."
"So you were responsible for the evolution of the human race?" Nick asked with astonishment.
"No. And yes. But only nominally. A tweak in development here. A minor correction of flaw there. But we could not solve every problem. We are many things, but we are not what you would call 'Gods.'
"And so we waited, bided our endless time, and allowed nature to run its course. Until we thought you were ready.
"Our first attempts at conjoining were unsuccessful. Both minds and bodies were too fragile. Further development was needed.
"And so new experiments were conducted. Samples taken, studied, endlessly analyzed. We began collecting lifeforms, altering their genetic structure in much the same way we did yours.
"The most complex problem was getting those with the proper genetic structures to breed. We would release a genetically enhanced being back into their environment, only for them to breed with a genetically deficient partner. Or worse, not procreate at all.
"It was then that we decided to start matching two genetically compatible lifeforms together ourselves, in hopes we could convince them to procreate, to bring about a genetically superior offspring."
"And that's when you chose us," Chloe said in wonder.
"Oh, no," the Being laughed, the surprise of such a foreign reaction registering momentarily on Adora's face. "You were not the first. Nor the last. Only the most successful. So far, at least. There are others that look, promising."
"Many test subjects would not willingly engage in the coitus needed to procreate. Others were, too willing, forcing themselves on the unwilling subject they were paired with. The results of those experiments were, discouraging. We regret them, and no longer allow that to occur."
"Did, did you force us to fall in love? So that we would willingly create a child?" Nick asked, horrified.
"Certainly not! We altered some brain patterns, allowing you both to proceed through the experiment without the shame your species has rather absurdly created around the concepts of sex and nudity. We also made adjustments so that you would experience less fear during the proceedings. We opened your minds so that you could see your true nature more clearly. And of course we stimulated both mind and body to increase sexual desire.
"But force you to experience the emotion you call 'love?' No. That we cannot do. Love, we have found, must be freely given, received, and returned. It can never be truly forced."
Noting that Nick still looked doubtful, the Being continued, "You both have remained happily bonded in the time since we last brought you here, yes? Most of our test subjects have not. Even the ones that formed amicable relationships by the end eventually realized they were drawn together more by the sexual stimuli than by any true feelings for one another. So do not fear that you were somehow, What's the term you use? Ah, yes. Brainwashed. We did not brainwash you. The emotional bond you have formed has strictly been of your own making."
"So, why did you choose to pair us?" Chloe asked.
"You were compatible."
"You told us that before," said Nick, "when we first arrived. But that doesn't explain anything."
"You humans, always wanting an answer for everything," the Being sighed, sounding aggravated for the first time. "We could spend the next century of your time explaining everything to you, and even with your mental capacity expanded as it now is, you would still be unable to grasp it all. Genetics, upbringing, environment, mental states, personalities; there are billions of different calculations that go into choosing who to pair. And even with all of that, we still got so many wrong. Can you not simply be happy with the fact that, in your case, we made the proper pairing, and leave it at that?"
"We are happy you brought us together," said Nick, "and thankful for it. But you took a gamble with our lives, our mental well-being, for your little science project. And it wasn't exactly all sunshine and roses when we got back, either."
"Sunshine and,? Ah, yes. An idiom. We understand. And we apologize for any, inconveniences we may have caused."
"Tell that to my parents," Chloe grumbled. "I had one hell of a time trying to explain why their twenty-one year old daughter was suddenly putting her education and career goals on hold to marry a man twice her age she'd only just met and have his baby."
"We struggled those first few years," Nick chimed in. "As close as we'd become during our time here, there were still adjustments we needed to make, things we needed to learn about each other. Sacrifices we needed to make for the sake of our child. And then there were those lingering doubts about just how much free will we'd had in the whole encounter. And that affected our relationship. We, we almost didn't make it."
"But you did make it. And I have already explained that we did not influence or force your feelings of love towards one another."
Nick was startled. "Did you just say 'I?'"
"I do not understand the question."
"There!" Nick exclaimed, "You just did it again! You said 'I,' not 'we.'"
The Being using Adora's face looked at first confused, then contemplative. "So I did. Fascinating. Being separated from the collective is apparently beginning to affect my thought processes. An interesting development."
"You're becoming an individual," said Chloe. "Starting to think, and feel, like us. I've noticed it several times before. You've expressed emotions when you spoke, something you never did before taking over Adora."
"I have not 'taken over' your child. We share this mind and body willingly. If she had fought it, I would have been rejected."
"It's true, Mom," Adora herself spoke. "I'm not being held captive. I can come forward, take back control, anytime I wish."
"Good," said Nick, "then boot that thing out. I'm done with you being their little science project. I want to go home."
"No," Adora said firmly.
Nick flushed with anger. "Adora, sweetheart, listen. You may think you're in control, that you have free will. But how can you be sure? How can we? They could still be manipulating you without your knowledge."
"You'll just have to trust me, Dad," Adora said calmly. "And trust, them? It? What exactly should we call you now?" The last part was directed, not at her father, but the Being inside her.
"Interesting question."
Nick could not help but be reminded of the conversations between Sméagol and Gollum in The Lord Of The Rings as the Being continued, "As a collective, we have never established individual identities. And while I am still part of that collective, I am now also an independent being. An interesting contradiction."
"Well, we need to be able to call you something," said Adora. "If your goal is to learn how to become individual, physical lifeforms again, perhaps you should start by choosing a name."
"A name? Ah, yes. A word or a combination of words by which a person, place or thing, a body or class, or any object of thought is designated, called, or known."
"Yes," said Adora, "and names often have meanings, helping to identify characteristics of the object or person. Most of us don't get to choose our own names; they are given to us. But as your first act as an individual being, I think you should choose any name you like."
The White Room was quiet for the moment as the Being contemplated this.
"Very well, then. You may call me, Vanda."
"Vanda? That's a lovely name," said Chloe. "Vanda, do you have a preferred gender pronoun you would like us to use?"
Again the Being now called Vanda thought before answering. "Adora identifies as female, 'she' and 'her.' Since I am sharing her mind and body, I will also share that identification."
"Then it's settled," said Nick. "Congratulations, Vanda. You have taken your first step in becoming more, human. So. What's next?"
"I wish to return to your world with you. To experience what it is like living in a physical reality. To share in your experiences, to better understand them. I can then pass my findings on to the Collective."
"For how long?" Chloe asked.
"Unknown," replied Vanda. "I sense your concern. I assure you this arrangement will be temporary, unless agreed on by my host. Should Adora choose, she can send me away at any time. There is much we can learn from each other, given the chance. But neither I nor the Collective will force this upon your family. That would only taint our results and hinder our progress. The choice is yours. If you refuse, I will return to the Collective and we will move on, begin again. Although we would suffer a major setback in our efforts."
"I want to help them," Adora spoke, coming forward, "I know you're both worried. I know you're scared. I am, too. But I also know I need to do this. I've wanted to help better our world for as long as I can remember. Now I have a chance to help, not just Vanda and her people, but ours as well. Think of what we could learn from them!"
"You're an adult now, Adora," said Chloe. "You're free to make your own choices. If this is what you wish, your father and I will support you. Won't we, Nick?"
Nick let out a long sigh. "Of course. Not that I see any alternative."
"Thank you." Vanda actually sounded grateful. "I assure you, all I wish is to better understand what it is to be human."
Nick gave a rough laugh. "Well, you know the old saying, or maybe you don't: Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it."
Cumming is coming
Nick woke in the dark of his bedroom to the sound of screams. Despite the coolness from the air conditioning, his body was soaked with sweat.
He was alone. Chloe's side of the bed was empty. "Was I dreaming?"
The scream echoed again, coming from Adora's room.
Nick scrambled out of bed, naked as he'd always slept. He briefly considered grabbing a robe before dismissing it as the screams intensified, instead dashing down the hall to his daughter's room.
Chloe was already there, still naked as well, her arms around Adora, attempting to comfort her.
It was only then that Nick realized it wasn't Adora who was screaming. It was Vanda.
"What's wrong?" Chloe was pleading. "Try and breathe. Just breathe. Tell us what's wrong."
"Too much! It's too much!" Vanda repeated, trying to control her sobs, "I was not prepared! Too much input at once! Sights, smells, sounds! It's too,”
Her face suddenly went placid, her eyes closed.
When they opened again, it was Adora who spoke. "Sorry. I'm sorry if we scared you."
"What happened?" Chloe asked.
"I was unconscious for a few moments after we returned, and Vanda was alone in my body for the first time.
"She wasn't ready. This environment, this world, is entirely new to her. At least actually being a physical part of it. She's experiencing things she's never experienced before. It frightened her. And that in itself was new and terrifying."
"Is she okay?" Chloe asked. "Where is she now?"
"She's, resting. Pulled back. I took over as soon as I woke up and realized she was overwhelmed. I think she's going to need a minute."
"Yeah, well, now she knows how it feels to wake up in an entirely different reality," Nick snipped.
"Oh, hush," Chloe chided him. "Don't be an asshole."
Nick flushed but said no more.
"Mom? Dad? I appreciate your concern, but I think I need to be alone with her for a while. Can you give us some privacy, please?"
"Of course, dear." Chloe kissed her forehead. "We'll be right down the hall if you need us."
As Nick and Chloe made their way to the door, Adora let out a soft laugh.
"What's so funny?" Nick asked, turning to her.
Adora gave him a crooked grin. "I guess we all still sleep naked, huh?"
Nick noticed his daughter's bare breasts in the moonlight for the first time. "Yeah, I guess we do."
Now alone, Adora turned her thoughts inwards, towards Vanda. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
"Better, thank you."
Adora smiled. "Good, I'm glad. Would you like to come forward again?"
"Yes. But stay with me, please?"
"Of course. I'll be right here."
Tentatively, Vanda came forward. Again she was assaulted by a variety of sensations. She immediately pulled back. "I cannot do this."
"Yes you can," coaxed Adora. "Tell you what; before you can deal with all the external stimulus, let's try focusing on the internal. Get you used to having a body."
"What do you suggest?"
"Hmm. Perhaps we should try mediation. Are you familiar with it?"
"There are multiple definitions of the term meditation."
"I know that, silly. Search my memory banks, you'll find what I'm referring to."
"Ah, yes. I understand now. Meditation for reflection, relaxation, inner peace. I will try this."
"Good. That's it. Close our eyes. Block out the visual input and just focus on the other senses. Concentrate on breathing. Take long, deep, slow breaths. Listen to our heartbeat. Feel it beating in our chest. Feel the rise and fall of our chest as we breathe. Hear the intake and exhale of air. Be in the moment. Don't think, just feel."
Vanda followed Adora's coaching. Now upright on the bed, she sat cross-legged, arms folded across her lap, mimicking the pose she had seen in Adora's memory.
"You do this often?"
"Yes. Whenever I'm stressed or overwhelmed. Now, hush. Concentrate."
Vanda fell silent, as did Adora, although she could sense her host nearby, ready to come forward again if needed.
After several minutes, Adora spoke softly. "How are you feeling?"
Vanda hesitated before answering. "Feeling" was still such a new concept to her, and she had to search for the proper words. "I feel, fine. Relaxed. Peaceful. And, itchy?"
Adora laughed. Vanda found the sound of it pleasant. "Go ahead and scratch if you need to."
Vanda scratched at their nose absently. "Hey, not so rough!" Adora objected. "Watch the fingernails!"
"My apologies. I am still getting used to moving this body. Did I harm you?"
"No, it's fine. Ready to try something else?"
"Yes."
"Then open our eyes."
Slowly, Vanda opened their eyes. The room was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the window.
Vanda cautiously looked around, making out various shapes, putting names to them from Adora's memory; chair, dresser, lamp, mirror.
Her eyes darted back to the mirror when she saw movement, and after a quick memory search, understood it to be their reflection.
"That is, you? Us?"
"Yes."
"I, I wish to see us more clearly."
"Of course."
Vanda awkwardly scooted her borrowed body across the bed. Finding her feet, she wobbled slightly, Adora helping to steady her as she stood.
Shuffling slowly across the room, she stopped in front of the full length mirror beside the dresser.
Although the moonlight was faint, Vanda could see herself clearly.
"Your body is quite pleasing to look at," said Vanda softly.
"Thank you. But it's your body now, too."
"May I touch it?"
"Of course. Just, again, be mindful of the fingernails."
Vanda raised her hands to her face, exploring the high, well defined cheekbones, the bridge of her dainty nose, the curve of her jaw and chin.
Continuing their journey, her hands moved along her neck and well-rounded shoulders.
Moving lower, she ran her hands over her breasts. The sensation brought on by the touch made her shiver. "This is, pleasure?"
"A form of it, yes. It can feel good to touch ourselves."
"Yes, we have observed this behavior in your species before. Manual stimulation of specific nerve endings causing an increase of endorphins and,”
"Stop analyzing everything and just focus on the feelings."
Vanda continued to explore her breasts, marveling at the contrast between the softness of her skin and the firmness of the flesh beneath it. Her nipples swelled as her fingers gently tugged at them, sparking a warm flush that flowed down through her abdomen into her loins.
"We are, leaking fluids?"
"Yes. You're getting wet. Very normal."
"There is a throbbing sensation in our, clitoris."
"Yes. My nipples are very sensitive. Your touching them is causing us to become sexually aroused."
"A fascinating sensation. May I continue?"
"Please do."
"I am, unsure how to proceed."
"Access my memories. Use them as a guide. You'll figure it out."
Although Adora was still cognizant of everything Vanda was doing, she had pulled back enough to allow Vanda to be in complete control, the main recipient of the sensations now coursing through their body.
Still, she could sense as Vanda moved her hands along her flat, toned belly, pausing at her pubic mound to explore the soft tuft of hair covering it.
"Our heart rate has increased. Our breathing, shallow and irregular."
"All very normal. Just relax, don't be afraid. Trust me, you're going to enjoy this."
Vanda moved her hand lower, finding the folds of her sex organs. Mindful of the warning Adora had given about the sharp appendage at the tip, she carefully dipped a finger into the slick cleft.
Her body convulsed from the shockwave that ran through her. "Oh! This is, !"
Vanda could not find the words. None of them seemed to fit. During their experiments, she had observed humans engaging in this strange ritual of self-pleasure multiple times, finding it interesting yet confusing, as it served no ultimate purpose in human procreation methods.
Now, she understood. The sensations she now identified as sexual arousal coursed through her, interfering with her ability to think clearly.
Instead, her mind raced with various images, flickering with no discernable pattern; human males and females in various states of undress, engaging in a variety of sexual acts.
Intermixed with these were even more confusing imaginings; the warmth of sunshine, the sounds of surf crashing along a beach, the feel of a gentle breeze. The taste of something called "ice cream."
Her fingers moved freely along her feminine parts, savoring each new sensation brought forth from exploring the soft, delicate folds of her inner and outer labia. Instinctively (or, perhaps with Adora's subliminal coaching) she drew up the creamy moisture seeping from her vaginal opening to lubricate the increasingly stimulated flesh.
Her knees buckled, only saved from falling over by Adora, coming forward quickly to steady her.
"What, what just happened?"
"You were close to cumming."
"Coming?"
"Orgasm. You almost had an orgasm."
"Ah, yes. An orgasm. A climax of sexual excitement, characterized by feelings of pleasure centered in the genitals and,”
"You're over analyzing again."
"I am sorry. It is in my nature. Shall I proceed?"
"Yes. But maybe this will be easier, and safer, on the bed."
"Agreed. The soft material of your mattress should eliminate further risk of potential, You are laughing. What are you finding humorous?"
"Nothing. Never mind. Let's go lay down."
Back on the bed, head resting comfortably on the pillow, her hand again slipped between her legs. Her hot, almost pulsing sex organs eagerly responded to her touch.
"There are, so many ways, to bring pleasure, so many, various types of, touch. It is, difficult to decide, how to,”
"Don't overthink it. Focus on what feels best and just go with it."
"Can you not at least guide me?"
"Look into my memories, if you must. But this will be a much better learning experience for you if you figure it out on your own."
Vanda sighed, frustrated. Taking a few long, deep breaths to calm herself, she began again.
Her fingers slid easily along the length of her cleft, sticky and slippery, the soft petals of her labia parting to make way for them.
The tip of her forefinger found the entrance to her vaginal canal, sending another sharp jolt of almost electric energy through her.
Vanda knew from her research that female humans found penetration highly stimulating; whether digitally, the male sex organ, or one of the endless variety of phallic objects they used for such purposes. But of course she had no personal experience in such things.
She shivered in anticipation as her finger continued its journey inside her, marveling at both the warmth and wetness. An involuntary moan escaped her lips as she stopped, knuckle deep, then wiggled her digit slowly inside the tight space.
Drawing both from Adora's memory and her own observations, Vanda slowly pumped her finger in and out, creating a wet, sucking sound she found both amusing and arousing.
Her entire body felt flushed with a beautiful, enveloping warmth, flowing like waves of energy within her.
The waves increased in speed and intensity, and Vanda had a moment to think of the light beams the Collective had developed to sexually stimulate their human test cases before her body suddenly shook with uncontrollable tremors. The moans she'd been unable to control grew louder, increasing in volume and tempo until her voice burst from within her in pure bliss. Every muscle tensed, and her legs clenched around her hand like a vise.
As the waves slowly receded, her breathing steadied and her pulse slowed.
"Was that?"
"Yes. Congrats. Not bad for a first timer."
"I want another."
Again, Vanda heard Adora laugh inside their head. "I thought you might. I usually do, too. While an internal orgasm is nice, I usually cum best by, Oh, here, let me help you."
Vanda felt Adora come forward, not taking full control, only just enough to guide her movements.
Her anticipation rose as her fingers landed over her clitoris. It throbbed under her touch as she rubbed it in a steady, circular motion.
Gentle pushes from Adora helped her set the pace, apply the right pressure, and occasionally remember to re-lubricate her fingers with the liquids still dripping steadily from her.
Vanda caught a brief mental image in Adora's mind and without thinking, mimicked the suggestion. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she popped them in her mouth.
The flavor of her wetness danced on her tongue. As it was her first experience with taste, she had nothing to compare it to. All she knew was that it certainly was not unpleasant, and served to take her sense stimulation to new heights.
Her fingers returned to her aching sex; rubbing, flicking, even smacking at it lightly, all under Adora's subtle guidance.
The sound of her moans echoed through the room as if from a distance. Again she felt the waves of pure, sensual energy pulse through her, building in intensity as her pace quickened.
For the first time in her long existence, Vanda's mind went completely blank, filled now only with vague imagery and an overwhelming compulsion for more, more, more of this wonderful, intoxicating, almost overwhelming feeling.
Colors swam before her eyes as the hot waves of pure pleasure burst forth from her like a star gone supernova. Her body bucked uncontrollably, the bed rocking as her moans became cries, punctuated by one last high pitched squeal before collapsing to the bed in a limp heap.
Eyes closed, Vanda basked in the calm aftermath. The room was silent save for her breathing, slowly returning to normal, along with her racing heartbeat.
A light sheen of sweat coated her skin, sending a shiver through her as it registered the cool air circulating through the room blowing lightly over it.
Vanda felt moisture leaking from her eyes and, her mind now coming back to her, recognized she was experiencing yet another emotion. Happiness.
"Thank you, Adora," she said, finding her voice. "Thank you for sharing that with me. As first experiences living in a physical body go, I do not think I could have possibly conceived of a better one."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," said Adora. "I did, too."
"Is this experience, these orgasms, are they just as pleasurable with a sexual partner?"
"Depends on who you're with, but generally, yes. Even better, sometimes."
"I would like to try that."
"I bet you would," Adora laughed. "Let's put a pin in that for now, though. It's late, and it's been a pretty exhausting night."
"Yes. I am sensing we require what you call sleep." Vanda experienced her first yawn, punctuating her words.
She felt Adora slowly slipping down into the depths of unconsciousness. Suddenly, she was afraid.
"Adora?"
"Yes?"
"Will I dream?"
"Probably."
"Will we dream together?"
"I don't know. Let's find out."
"Do not, don't go too far. I am, comforted, by your presence."
"Don't worry. I'll be right here."
To be continued in part 4, By Djmac1031 for Literotica