Alien Reproduction 202

"Jim what do you know about Ctarl-Ctarl anatomy and our physiology?"

Jim pondered the question.

"You, the Ctarl-Ctarl are from the planet Ctarl located in the Milky Way or Andromeda Galaxy, humans have never been to the planet itself as it has been kept secret from us, but in any case, from what we know the atmosphere is very hostile and gravity is two or three times that of Old Earth. A human perspective would be that the Ctarl-Ctarl are humanoid alien beings evolved from cats instead of apes like we were. Ctarl in general resemble humans, except for their long, furry ears. Most have chocolate-brown fur like skin and snow blonde hair. Ctarl have sensitive hearing and a superior sense of smell. Ctarl can also change into beast-like forms which they will do when angered or threatened, although how they do this is unknown. These transformations are generally kept in check because in this form the Ctarl-Ctarl are somewhat less than sane, and shape-shifting requires a massive amount of energy to sustain..."

Jim giggled and winked at Aisha.

"and they [you Aisha] will often eat a large meal soon after a transformation. The strength of their shifted forms are linked to lunar cycles [gravity of a planet]. The two known ways to kill a Ctarl-Ctarl is to crush the skull, or expose them to extremes of pressure and/or temperature. It is also possible that a Ctarl-Ctarl can starve to death as well."

"Wow, that's pretty good Jim, covered all the basics, but what do you know about us besides those basics and our cuisine of course?"

"I know you are supper strong, have trouble regulating strength at times and mostly your skin is like tempered steel. I know for a fact you are anatomically aligned like a human as I have seen your body in its entirety, but aside from that I would tell a person who had never met a Ctarl-Ctarl that you are an almost indestructible human with super strength and pointy ears".

Aisha giggled. "Long ago I would have been insulted to be called anything near human."

She walked over to the large couch and directed Jim to sit next to her.

"Ok, right on all accounts except, you don't realise just how right you actually are."

She leaned back hands behind her head. "Jim, how many human people do you know of besides Gene that has killed a Ctarl-Ctarl?"

Jim thought for a moment "Only the pilots that took on the Ctarl-Ctarl in the initial wars."

"So you know of no one who has killed a Ctarl-Ctarl on land?" Jim nodded an Aisha continued "That's because it never happens generally speaking. Ctarl can kill Ctarl, like I did, but a human would never stand a real chance without a castor or was in space. I mean once you destroy a Ctarl-Ctarl fighter the Ctarl is exposed to the cold of vacuum and dies horribly. But on land there is no handy cap as such."

Jim nodded his understanding.

"Ok, anatomically I have a few more organs than you do but the bits are still in the same places. However my muscle density is several times greater. My heart pumps more blood per minute than you do in an hour. My body temperature is twice that of your average and I'm not exerting myself at this moment."

Jim was starting to wonder where this was going. Was she afraid of hurting him? He knew she could crush him in a second but she could generally control herself.

Aisha picked up brass candle stick from the table and put it in the crock of her arm.

"Watch this Jim." She tensed momentarily and the metal bent together "See now, if my arm can do that without any effort what would say happen if another muscle or group of muscles squeezed together."

Jim's eyes widened in realization. "You would be very tight."

"For a human yes, not for a Ctarl-Ctarl" Aisha informed him, throwing the now mangled piece of metal away.

"I love you Aisha, I always have held a flame for you…" Aisha stopped him with a light kiss on the cheek.

"Tonight was great Jim but you are not realizing the difficulties. I love you; I've loved you ever since that night a year after everyone had left and only we remained here by ourselves. I wanted you, but knew it could not happen. I know you had a crush for years but I also knew you would never act upon it if I didn't act upon it first."

Aisha smiled. Tears falling quickly. "By kissing you I gave you permission to love me. I shouldn't have and now I've spoiled everything."

Jim smiled and wrapped his arms around her rocking the grown woman back and forth.

"Aisha, you will not hurt me."

"Jim, there is no way we can have a physical relationship. At all. Ever! You are only glimpsing the surface."

"Like all those times I woke up with soft nearly-fractured bones and scratches from you hugging and clawing my in the night like a giant teddy bear."

Aisha blushed. "Actually yes and worse. Let me show you." She stood dragging Jim into the workshop.

She unbuttoned her top and removed the light (to Jim; heavy) cloak. She unzipped the side of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She now stood in just her undershirt tank top, panties and long leggings.

Jim could feel for the first time in years of seeing her like this, a hardness form in his pants.

Aisha noticed and purred, giving him a cheeky look with those same sad eyes.

Walking over to a workbench she picked up a hardened piston core rod. About 12 inches long and 1.5 wide. Made from solid carbide metal.

"See Jim this is what my pussy can do with out me even being worked up or in lust or heat."

She hefted the rod feeling its weight. Sitting on the edge of the work bench she pulled her panties to the side and carefully slid the rod in between her lustrous pink folds.

With a slight grunt and a facial twitch she pulled the rod slowly out. Aisha held it up for Jim to inspect.

The entire tip was crushed and the rod was bent almost 90 degrees in the middle.

"See Jim, we are not compatible. My skin is like earth metal. But my muscles, all of my muscles are like hydraulic battering rams."

She dropped the rod onto the floor with a loud clang, rearranging her panties.

"After the initial war between our two races our less credited sought employment via the slavers as brothel staff. Mostly to service visiting Ctarl officers on the human planets. In the early days many an interested earth male had their appendages amputated. However our Ctarl males caused far worse damage to your females. In most cases, an almost instant death as their wombs were shredded by superior and heavily potent Ctarl seed."

Jim gulped at the mental image of a human female exploding apart. Hoping the worst of the images were over. He was wrong.

"I say almost 'instant death' for a reason Jim. Those that survived the initial eruption either 'melted' away from the superheated Ctarl seed or were 'dissolved' from the sperm entering their blood stream and consuming all the iron and sugars in the body."

Jim visibly paled as the earlier nightmarish body horror was replaced with an even worse one.

Aisha wrapped her arms carefully around the human she most loved in all the worlds of the universe.

"Come Jim I will show you a special place."