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The Microbrew

By: NymphWriter



To begin with, I'm not exactly sure why I agreed to go with the girls to the bar that night, but I did. But for you to better understand my story, I need to explain myself a bit better. I'm what you would call a veteran teacher. I've been in the profession for ten years, working as everything from a substitute teacher to a full time contracted teacher in a variety of grades. After a few years of temporary contracts or long-term substitute jobs that gave me little to no security or benefits, I got brave and took a job in a new city and state. It's never easy moving away from everything and everyone you know and love to start anew, but it was that or risk homelessness.

Now, I had only worked for one large school district before, as most of my teaching was at either smaller districts or charter schools, so coming here to the state's largest, and one of the top ten largest school districts was a shock to my system. But if that was a shock, it was nothing to the city I moved to. I had always wanted to live in a big city, but I had no idea how different life here would be for me. I went from a no-name complex with about ten or twelve units to a multi-level, multi-unit apartment complex with a pool, spa, workout room, and more. My commute was now all surface streets, but the traffic was about the same level as what I dealt with back where I used to live.

Because I was hired with several hundred other teachers, I was sent to "new teacher orientation" where I met many other young teachers assigned to my new school, most just starting their careers. With my experience, they quickly realized I was an asset to have. I was able to give some advice as to what they could or should do in certain situations. Often I would hear them talk about going out to clubs and bars on the weekends, but I was never invited.

Then one day at lunch we were sharing about food cravings and one gal said she wanted some sushi. I said how much I liked sushi and suddenly, they all wanted to go out for sushi. One of the girls asked if I wanted to come along and of course I said yes. Sushi led to Italian, steak, and many other restaurants. Dinners would often be followed by the girls wanting to go club hopping or bar crawling. This is when I would usually decline because I either had plans, a class, or something else going on for Saturday.

Until that night, that is. The girls were smart; they made sure I had no plans for Saturday, no classes, no obligations, nothing. We went to our favorite sushi place first, under the guise of a girls' night where we all got dressed up. Now, I'm not against dressing up or going out, but where these girls are in their mid- to late-twenties, I'm in my early forties. Before I was a teacher, I served in the Navy for ten years as a hospital corpsman before cutbacks and no billets forced me to leave. At least I was able to use my GI Bill to pay for my college. The advantage to this was I wasn't burdened with student loans like several of these ladies were.

I wore my best dress; black halter top with a blue paisley handkerchief skirt that stopped about mid-calf and black, strappy sandals with a slight heel. Underneath I wore my strapless black bra and matching black thong panties. I styled my blonde hair, enhancing my natural curls, and put on a full face of makeup, more than the eye shadow and mascara that I would wear to work most days. The girls all wore short, tight fitting skirts, low cut tops, and stiletto heels. They too styled their hair, put on extra makeup, and looked amazing.

After dinner we headed to the bar. Now, normally I'd bail out, but tonight the girls had planned for this by rotating who would ride with me. It was an easy plan as we always met at a central location, then would caravan to the sushi place, and the bar. I've got to give them credit, it was pretty clever on their part, and part of me was so happy to be included, I really didn't mind. Being the oldest of our group, it was a nice ploy on their part.

The bar they picked tonight was a new one for all of us. One of the girl's had a friend who was in the band that was going to perform there, and we were there to be moral support. Since most bands do between three to four sets, I decided if I stayed for the first, and maybe the second, that would be good enough and I could still get home at a decent hour and not be seen as the "old fogy".

The waitress came by to take our drink order, and I ordered a beer as it was what I could afford and liked to drink. Most people like the beer on tap, I like mine in bottles. Tonight the tap was down and all beer had to be in bottles. The waitress said she didn't know why the tap was down, but it went out this afternoon and the replacement parts wouldn't be in until Monday. A couple of the girls complained, but they were short lived. Seems the owner had the good sense to stock up on extra bottles of an assortment of beers for such occasions so there would be no shortage for the customers.

Before long, the band started up, and I must admit, they were pretty good for a local group. Probably one of the best ones I'd had the privilege to hear in a long time. It didn't take long for my friends to get asked to dance until I was the only one left at the table. It wasn't that I didn't want to dance, no one asked me. So, while my friends danced, I sat at our table, guarding the drinks and their purses. I was happy I had switched to my wristlet wallet that also held my cell phone perfectly, instead of bringing my usual bulky purse.

I watched my friends dance and have fun, but I was left feeling like Cinderella's ugly step-sister. Actually, I felt more like her step-mother because of my age. I quietly sipped my beer and enjoyed the music, when I felt someone staring at me. I looked around but from what I could see, everyone was either talking to their neighbor, watching the band, or watching my friends and other ladies dance. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

I ordered a second beer with a glass of water so to keep from getting too drunk and dehydrated. The waitress brought me my items saying that my beer was already paid for but the person wanted to remain anonymous. It wasn't the same brand I had ordered, but I figured for a free beer, I could at least try it. Often, microbrewers will give you a free sample to get you to buy it later, but never had I been given an entire beer for free. I thanked the waitress and asked her to relay my gratitude to my anonymous benefactor.

I tried to see whom she went to next, but the waitress buzzed by several tables so I had no idea who bought my drink. She was hustling like a good waitress should, and no one went long without a fresh drink. The beer I received was a pleasant surprise. It was colder than my first, like it had been almost frozen, and its pleasant and refreshing taste was completely unexpected. I took a quick picture of the label with my phone to remember this brand again.

As I finished my second beer, one of the girls came back to the table. I took advantage of her arrival and dashed to the restroom. I figured I could have one or two more beers, then I'd better stop. I washed up and returned. All the girls were back and there were sampler platters across our tables. I offered to pay for my part but the girls said it was their treat. I grabbed a bit of almost everything, including sauces, except the wings. The band had taken a break and we happily ate. The girls chatted about how friendly the men were and how much fun they were having. I quietly ate, neglecting to share about my free beer.

Another round of drinks were ordered, and once again I received a free beer from my mysterious benefactor. Just as before, it was icy cold and refreshing. I gave the waitress the money for what would have been my second beer as a tip. My rule of thumb was always to tip with every drink when I pay cash, and tip at the end when I pay with credit card. I had brought cash tonight to keep from overspending. The waitress thanked me, then said the man who bought my drinks had tipped her generously. Now I was dying to know who was buying my drinks.

The band started up again, and once again the girls left to dance, leaving me alone at the table. I snacked on onion rings, mozzarella sticks, fried mushrooms, and calamari with an assortment of dips and sauces. I finished my water and third beer, and to my surprise, I wasn't drunk, or even buzzed. I figured the water and food was helping with that so I got brave and ordered another round of beer and water. Of course, just as before, this beer was already paid for. Curiosity was driving me nuts, but now, so was my bladder. Four beers and three glasses of water will do that to a girl. I knew it was time to visit the ladies room again, but none of my friends were looking my way to cover the table.

I was about to abandon my post when Jamie, the girl I had given a ride to the bar, stumbled over to the table. I quickly excused myself and dashed to the restroom before she could voice her objection. Once I was finished, and washed up, I started to return, when a man met me at the doorway that led to the hallway for the two restrooms.

"Good evening," he said in a deep, accented voice.

"Good evening," I said. "That's quite a formal greeting."

"Forgive me," he said, his voice washing over me. "I didn't mean to offend."

He was tall, over six feet, with black hair, green eyes, tanned skin, and gorgeous. My mouth went instantly dry, my nipples hardened, and my pussy dampened. "You... you..." I had to clear my throat, "excuse me. You didn't offend me."

He smiled, lighting up his beautiful face. "I'm glad. Did you like my beers?"

"They were from you?"

"Indeed they were."

Finally, the answer to my question. "I did, very much so. It was by far one of the best beers I've had privilege of drinking."

"I'm glad," he said. "It's a special recipe."

"So you're a microbrewer."

"Something like that."

"I'm Phoebe," I said, extending my hand.

"Zylen," he said, taking my hand. Electricity shot though my body. I couldn't remember the last time a man's touch affected me like this, if ever.

"Thank you for the beers," I managed to say after getting lost in his green eyes for a moment, or twelve.

"If you really want to thank me, I know a way you can."

I should have known, he was trying to get into my panties. "Look," I started politely, "I don't know what kind of woman you think I am, but I'm not someone who will fuck a man over a couple of free beers. It will take a lot more than that to get me out of my clothes."

Zylen gave me a quizzical look, then said, "Maybe you misunderstood me. I was just going to ask for a dance."

Boy was I embarrassed. I felt my cheeks burn from my shame. "Oh," I whispered, "I thought... well, that is... fuck."

Zylen laughed. "It's okay, I guess my earlier statement was rather cryptic."

That caught my attention. It wasn't often I heard a man use such a diverse vocabulary. "I'd love to dance with you, but I need to make sure someone is watching our things at our table."

Zylen looked past me and said, "It seems several of your friends are doing just that."

I turned to see three of the girls back at the table drinking and eating. I was more than a bit put off that they had no problem leaving me alone at the table, but not one of their own. I turned back to Zylen and said, "I'd love to dance with you."

Zylen took my hand and led me to the floor. I could hear my friends cheering for me, which made me smile. Zylen nodded to the band, and they began to play a slow song. He held me close, allowing me to feel his firm chest, and slight bulge in his pants. To say I was in heaven was an understatement. To be honest, I thought I was dreaming.

"I take it you know the band," I said.

"No," he said slyly, "but I did have a few words with them at their first break."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I told them I'd need a good slow song to dance with the most beautiful woman in the bar. They said if she agreed, they'd play a special song, just for us."

If my cheeks had been burning before, it was nothing to the burn I was feeling now. "You... you think I'm beautiful?"

"Incredibly."

I knew he was lying as I glanced around the bar and saw the other women, most half my age with firm breasts, flat stomachs, and tight asses. Me, I was short, chubby, and middle-aged. "You're a wonderful liar."

"What is a liar?" he asked.

"You know, someone who isn't being fully honest." It was an odd question, but Zylen had a strange accent, so I figured English wasn't his first language.

"Ah," he said, "but I am being fully honest. It is the only way I know to be."

It made me wonder if he understood the term beautiful. "Do you understand what it means when you call me beautiful?"

"Very much so," he said, almost purring, "and I meant what I said about you being the most beautiful woman here. In fact, I'd say you're the most beautiful women I've had the privilege to meet."

Part of me wanted to cry. Was I dancing in the pages of a fairy tale or romantic novel? I could almost picture myself in a long, flowing gown like those I've seen in so many movies or read about in so many books dancing with my handsome stranger in fine uniform. It wasn't so much the idea of a prince and princess, but a wealthy millionaire and the beautiful woman he was trying to seduce. Never in my life had any man said such things to me or made me feel like the beautiful lady he wanted to seduce. "I... I... I don't know what to say."

"Say you'll trust me. Say you'll step out with me for just a moment or two."

I bit my lip. On the one hand, he was such a romantic man with charisma to spare. On the other, he could be psychotic serial killer. My mouth answered before my brain could process all the facts. "I trust you, and I'll step out with you for a moment."

Zylen smiled and there was something about that smile that wasn't right, wasn't normal. It was then I noticed the music had stopped. I looked around and realized no one was moving. No one, except Zylen and me.

"What the fuck?" I asked stepping away from Zylen.

"Please Phoebe, don't be alarmed. I can explain."

"I'm drunk aren't I? That's it! I'm drunk. You slipped something in those beers you sent me and I'm drunk or drugged."

"No!" cried Zylen. "I swear, you are not drunk or drugged. I have no intention of harming you."

Zylen closed the gap between us, reached up and touched my cheek gently. There was a calming effect in it. My fear melted away under his fingertips. I reached up and touched his hand, holding it to my face. There was a warmth that radiated from it, like nothing I'd ever felt before. It calmed my fears in a way that even now, I can't really explain.

"What are you?"

"Come with me and find out."

To say I wasn't scared was a lie, I was terrified, but I was also curious. Frightened as I was, I also felt I could trust him, though I had no idea why. Zylen took his hand from my cheek, still holding my hand. We walked to the back of the bar, past the frozen bodies of the bar patrons, to the emergency exit, and led me out. Instead of finding myself in a back alley of a bar, I found myself in a room with all kinds of crazy computers and strange chairs.

"Where... where... where am I?"

"My ship," said Zylen in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What are you?"

Zylen smiled that strange smile at me again. "Well, I guess I'm what you Earthlings call, an alien."

My heart began to race. Every stupid alien invasion movie I had ever seen started running through my mind and I started to tremble. I knew on a logical level it was foolish to be afraid because Zylen had done nothing to harm me in any way, and yet, I was terrified. I mean, who wouldn't think about those claims of being experimented on, probed in places that no probe belongs, and other horrors you hear those crazy people who claim aliens abducted them make all the time?

My body started shake violently, my throat dried out, and I said, "What... what..." I had to clear my throat a few times before I could continue. "What... do you... you want... want with... with me?"

Zylen's face changed. "Oh Phoebe, why are you frightened?"

I looked around the ship; where did I begin? Why didn't he understand my fear? How could I possibly explain it so he understood? "I... um... that is... um... fuck!"

Zylen walked up to me and took my face into his hands. That warmth I had felt before now radiated though my body, instantly calming my nerves, and clearing my mind.

"Oh," he said, solemnly, "you fear I will harm you."

I looked up at him. "How... how did you... how did you know that?"

Zylen smiled down at me. There was a gentleness in his smile this time. "We have the ability to read minds of someone we have an attraction to. Tell me Phoebe, when I touch your face, tell me what you feel?"

"Warm, safe, calm."

"Good, that's how you should feel," he said. Then the feeling changed and I became aroused. Zylen's expression took on a more seductive and wicked look to it. "Now how do you feel?"

"Horny." The word was out of my mouth before I could stop it. "That is, I mean..."

Zylen laughed. "That is what you should feel. What you shouldn't feel, is fear. I assure you my dear, I won't harm you."

"How... how... how are you-"

"It's something my people can do. For us, sex is all in the mind. However, I hear your people are more physical and I for one, would like to find out what that feels like."

Zylen took his hands from my face. I wanted to protest, but I didn't. Instead, I asked, "Have you ever kissed a woman before?"

"What is 'kissed'?"

"This," I said, then grabbed his face gently, pulled him down, and kissed his lips.

For a man who had never kissed a woman before, he was a fast learner. The kiss was amazingly passionate. I slid my tongue into his mouth, and Zylen wrapped his arms around me tightly. I'm not sure how long we kissed, but I know when it ended I was a bit sad.

"Wow," he gasped, "that felt, incredible. Come, let's go someplace more... private."

Zylen took my hand and led me down a long hallway into another room. I saw what I looked to be a simple bed with silver bedding, and two small tables, one on each side of the bed. Then he looked down at me with a nervousness I hadn't seen before. "I know you have experienced sex with other men, Phoebe, but I'm not like those men. I only ask you be patient with me."

"Zylen, are we alone on this ship?"

"No," he replied, "there are other members of the crew around. But this is my private room and I assure you, no one will come in and disturb us."

"Why didn't I see anyone when I boarded?"

"I asked them to not be around as to not frighten you."

"Why?"

"This form you see is my form, but not the form of many of my crew members. And after the fear you experienced earlier, I feel I made the right decision."

How could I argue with that? "That makes sense," I said, then kissed him again.

Zylen didn't hesitate to kiss me back. He held me close to him, and led me to the bed. I fell back onto the bed with a giggle and a bounce. Zylen smiled down at me and said, "There is so much I want to do with you, Phoebe."

"You could start with undressing me, if you want, that is."

Zylen put his hands on my face again, and I could feel him probing my thoughts. It took me a moment to realize, he was learning how to do just that. He was also showing me how to undress him, but I wasn't getting any images of him naked. I decided to take my new found knowledge and begin to undress him. Zylen pulled his hands away from my face and watched as I removed his jacket, tie, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"You really didn't need me to show you how do to do this, did you?"

I looked up at him and said, "You're wearing what a lot of Earth men wear. I'm guessing this isn't attire from your world."


The Microbrew Pt. 02



I didn't feel like myself when I woke up. I felt, strange. I looked around but I couldn't see anything or focus. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't move. I began to panic.

"Zylen! Zylen!" I screamed.

Nothing. I was alone. "Zyana! Zyana!" I cried.

An odd, three-dimensional image of Zyana appeared that was fuzzy and oddly colored. "What is it Phoebe?" There was an odd tone to her voice, almost ethereal.

"Something's wrong!" I exclaimed. "I can't move! I can't seem to focus! Help me!"

Zyana shook her head. "I warned him. I told Zylen this could happen."

"What?"

"Well, to save your mind, I had to remove it from your body."

"Excuse me?"

"The reason you can't move is because I had to separate your mind from your body."

It was now that I could see a body lying in a bed. My body. "What the hell?"

"Don't worry Phoebe, once we repair the damage to your brain, we should be able to put your mind back into your body."

"Where's Zylen?"

"He's here with me."

"Why can't I see him?"

Zyana moved and Zylen's face took her place. Like hers, it was oddly colored. "Oh Phoebe, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Like Zyana, his voice had that same, mysterious, ethereal tone to it.

"I don't understand."

"Last night, you asked me to fuck you with my mind, and I did. It was so amazingly hot I didn't realize I was losing you until it was too late."

"I did? No I didn't! That was your idea!"

"Yes Phoebe, you did."

"Why are you lying?" I was frustrated with my husband and angry with his lies.

Zyana appeared again and asked, "Are you telling me it was his idea?"

"Yes!" I cried.

"Um... well... maybe," stammered Zylen.

"I warned you about that!" snapped Zyana. "How can you claim to love her when you do this shit to her?"

Zylen and Zyana argued and I began to cry. I looked over and saw tears fall down my cheeks. "Why is my body crying?"

"You are still somewhat connected," explained Zyana.

"And I do love her!" snapped Zylen. "You told me she was strong enough for the mind connection. Had I known this would have happened I never would tried?"

Zylen and Zyana fought while I helplessly watched myself cry. In frustration, I began to scream. I saw my mouth open and go through the motions of screaming.

"Phoebe! Phoebe!" screamed Zylen.

My eyes popped open. I was sitting up in our bed, naked, soaked in sweat, and shaking. Zylen had his hands on my shoulders, his green face was pale, and his green eyes were practically glowing. I looked around, realizing my body was intact and I was fine.

"Zylen?" My throat hurt.

"You were screaming. I couldn't get you to stop."

It took me a moment to remember why. I threw my arms around Zylen and wept into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as I cried. He didn't say a word, he didn't need to. He knew I'd tell him once I calmed down. I always did.

This wasn't my first nightmare by a long shot, and to be honest, I doubt it will be my last. They were triggered by our experimenting with the mind connection during sex. Ever since Zylen and Zyana told me I risked going insane by doing this, it's been a real fear deep in my soul. Yet, tonight we didn't use any mind connection with sex, so I wasn't sure what triggered this one. I knew I'd have to tell Zyana in the morning, but for now, I needed to calm down. This was one of the downsides of being married to the amazingly loving alien that was my husband.

"I need a drink," I croaked.

"Of course," said Zylen.

He quickly got me a cold drink. The advantage of the ship, a few buttons gets you pretty much any food item you want, or need. Zylen got me some icy cold water. I drank it down quickly.

"Thanks."

"More?"

I shook my head no. "It was the computer dream again."

"Hmm, you usually only get that when we-"

"Yeah," I interrupted, "I know."

"Promise me you'll tell Zyana."

"I promise."

"Want to try to sleep again?"

"Yeah."

Zylen and I snuggled into one another. He pulled my head onto his green chest where I could hear his heartbeat. It only took a few beats before I was asleep. When I woke up again, it was time for us to get up. I bathed quickly as I was still sticky and sweaty from my nightmare, then dressed. I now had my own uniform issued to me so I blended in with the crew better. After a quick breakfast, Zylen and I went to see Zyana before I had to report to work.

"Again?" she asked, seeing us walking.

"It was the computer dream again," I said.

"Did you two mind fuck again?"

"No," said Zylen.

Zyana checked us both, the said, "Zylen, may I have a moment alone with Phoebe?"

"Sure. I'll see you later baby." With that, he gave me a quick kiss and left.

"Why haven't you told him?" she asked.

"What?"

"What you're so worried about?"

"I figured he knew."

"Phoebe," she said in that maternal, big sister voice.

"What?" I whined. "I have a right to be worried about this, don't I?"

"I keep telling you, you'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say."

"True. Now, the other issue that's upsetting you."

I sighed. "Go on."

"I spoke with Rhys and he feels that it is possible."

"What? Really? Does Zylen know?"

"No, not yet."

"Why not?"

Zyana sighed. "It will require preparing you for the ultimate mind connection."

"And Zylen won't go for that as the risk of my mental health."

"Exactly."

I sighed. "Could you help prepare me? The way you taught me to control things before?"

"Phoebe, you're are my brother's mate. He loves you."

"But will you help me?"

Zyana took a deep breath, then said, "Yes."

I threw my arms around her and hugged her tight. My green sister was going to help me get pregnant. The trick was, how to get Zylen to make that level of a mind connection when we are having sex would be the challenge.

From here, I went to where I work. Of course, the commanding officer wanted to see me first thing. I went to his office, as he wanted to talk with me alone.

"Greetings Phoebe."

"Greetings Vlad."

Vlad is what I call him because I can't quite pronounce his real name, and this is a close as I can get. Like most of these creatures, he's tall, seven feet even, with green skin, black eyes, and black hair. He's handsome, polite, forceful, and by far the best boss I've ever had. We sat at the small table in his office, in his hand was a tablet.

"You are aware we will be landing soon."

"Yes."

"Are you concerned?"

"Why should I be?"

Vlad looked up from his tablet. "Phoebe, I'm well aware of your nightmares."

"How?"

Vlad smiled that strange, alien smile. "Really Phoebe, you think I don't know what all occurs on my ship."

"Everything?" I asked, nervously.

"Relax. I'm the only one who knows."

I smiled. "Fine, I'm a bit nervous about meeting... them."

"I would be too if I were you."

I smiled again. Vlad might be a tough boss, but he was also a great friend. He worked hard to help me transition to their way of life. Well, him, Zylen, and Zyana actually.

"Vlad, do you think they will like me?"

"That is difficult to say. Zylen is their baby, their youngest child. And yet, he is the first to pick a mate."

"Youngest? You meant there is more than just the two of them?"

"I take it Zylen hasn't told you much about his family."

"No. To be honest, I don't bring it up much. When we are alone, we tend to focus on... one thing." I could feel my cheeks burning.

Vlad laughed. "I understand. Try talking with Zyana. Trust me, she is a wonderful lady."

I smiled. "Ah, and you have met the family?"

"Once. They are good people. I met them when Zylen and Zyana joined my crew. And there are two more. Just so you know."

"And Zylen is the first to pick a mate? Excuse my confusion but do you know why?"

"I have my theories, but it's not my place to share them. What I can tell you is this, we mate for one primary purpose. I'm sure a smart Earthling like yourself can figure that out. Zylen went against this and picked you for love. There is no doubt in my mind he loves you deeply. But, to his family, the proof must be more... real."

I bit my lower lip. This tied in with what Zyana and I had been talking about. "I think I understand."

Vlad gave me that strange, alien smile. "I'm sure when the time is right you'll do fine. Now, you'd best get back to your station. You have plenty of work to do before we land. I'm going to miss having you on my ship Phoebe."

"That sounds like I won't be coming back," I said, nervously.

"Well, my dear, that really depends on many factors. You are always welcome to be a member of my crew, but I fear you won't be able to join me for much longer."

"I'm not sure I understand."

Vlad leaned in closely and said in an almost whisper voice, "We don't allow women who are with child to leave the planet's surface. It's for her sake as well as the child. And I know that if you can't leave, I will also lose Zylen and Zyana."

If my cheeks had been burning before, it was nothing to how much they were burning now. "It can wait, you know."

Vlad shook his head. "No, Phoebe, it can't. I'm well aware of how you Earth woman have greater difficulty having children as you get older, and I'm well aware of your age. Getting you with child will be tough enough. And trust me when I say, it may become a factor with... them."

I looked up at Vlad's face. There was a seriousness that I had never seen before, but I knew, he was telling me this for my own good. "I understand."

"Promise you'll keep me informed."

"I promise."

"Good, now off with you before the crew thinks I'm doing things with you that only Zylen does."

I giggled. "They wouldn't think that, would they?"

Vlad ran his fingers through my hair and I felt that same feeling I get from Zylen. Passionate, loving, creating a warmth between my legs and a hardening of my nipples. "What do you think now?"

"I... think... I'd better... bye."

I scrambled to my feet and left. As I got to my station, there was a message from Vlad. It said, "Don't worry, I won't ever act on my feelings. Zylen has great taste in a woman and is a better friend. You are his mate, not mine. I can respect that. Just know, I'm not the only one who feels the way I do."

To be honest, it had never occurred to me that anyone except Zylen even found me attractive. I deleted Vlad's message and went to work. He was right, with our return to the home planet there was so much more I needed to do. The nice part is that my work was so easy that time always flew by. Ironically, their ability to affect time, only applies on certain worlds like Earth. Here, not so much. It might be the ship's design, or the fact that I'd be the only one who would be affected. I'm not really sure.

At what I would call my lunch break, I went back to our room. Zylen was there, waiting for me. "Greetings my wife."

I smiled. I knew the moment I walked in, I was going to have a late lunch today. "Greetings my husband."

"You look... delicious."

I bit my lip. "Oh?"

Zylen stepped up and kissed me softly. "Oh yes."

Clothing never lasts long at this point, and today was no exception. We were naked in a matter of minutes. I climbed onto our bed and asked, "Want to do something we haven't done in a while?"

Zylen smiled wickedly. "Do tell?"

"Remember when I taught you the classic sixty-nine?"

I swear Zylen nearly jumped on the bed. He fed me his delicious cock as his lips latched on my pussy. I moaned on his cock as I began to lick and suck his growing member while he tongue fucked me. Oral sex was one of the few times Zylen would use his mind connection with me during sex because the connection was never as strong. Though we were doing the mind connection more and more, he was still hesitant to do it. The fear of my insanity was something we both dealt with.

His tongue probed my inner walls, one finger teased my anus. He told me when we still lived on Earth he had learned to extend his tongue and thus, he could hit my g-spot with it. I held his ass as is cock slide down into my throat. It took me a bit of time to master a deep-throat blowjob but once I did, it was amazing for us both. I licked an sucked his cock, occasionally letting my teeth drag along the shaft. He licked inside my pussy and sucked my clit.

I felt my body tense up as my orgasm hit. Just like clockwork, my mouth was filled with the thick, sticky sweet substance of his cum. We devoured each other, moaning and drinking. Then Zylen pulled his still hard cock out of my mouth, spun around, and entered my pussy. It took a moment for the tentacle appendage to enter my ass. This double penetration was so amazing, but it always was.

"Connect with me," I gasped.

"What?"

"Please, connect with me."

It was rare for me to make such a request, especially on the heels of my latest nightmare, but deep down I knew it was the right call, though if you asked me why, I couldn't give you an answer. Zylen rarely refused my requests, so he made the connection. The sensation was amazing as always. My orgasms were more intense, more powerful, and more incredible. Zylen fucked me harder than he had in a long time. The mind connection allowed me to see inside his mind the way he can with me. I saw his hopes, his fears, and so much more. I also saw, we shared a common fear.

Zylen pushed my legs further back. In my mind I was sucking his cock under his desk, being fucked by his cock vaginally while I was pinned against a wall in the bar we first met in while the band played in the background, and anally with me bent over the table in my old apartment back on Earth. This triple mental penetration was like nothing I had experienced before. I knew it was a sample of what Zyana had warned me about when it was time to get me pregnant, but I didn't care. Zylen was trying to give me the greatest sexual experience of my life, and he succeeded.

My orgasms were non-stop now, my pussy pulsed on his cock, and my mind was starting to spin. I was losing focus faster and faster with each thrust. These images in my mind began to melt. My vision was starting to warp, the room spun and grew dark. I heard the angels singing hymns of praise, devils were chanting my name, and I was burning up with the fever of lust, desire, and passion. Sweat covered my skin adding to the amazing sensation of our fucking. I held Zylen as close as I could, feeling his chest rub against mine, then occasionally he would lean down to suck and bite my nipples. That added sensation made the sex even more amazing. Suddenly, Zylen roared and I felt his cock pulse within me just as everything went black.

I opened my eyes to see my husband lying next to me, stroking my hair. "Welcome back."

"What happened?"

"Side effect from the mind connection. Zyana warned me this might happen."

"Am I in my body?"

Zylen laughed. "Yes baby. You've only been out for a few minutes."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be? The mind connection during our love making is something I enjoy. I just worry how it will affect you."

"Zylen, why could I see inside parts of your mind you've always hidden? I've never experienced that before."

Zylen smiled what I would call a guilty smile. "Zyana spoke with me today."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It didn't occur to me that we'd one day want to have a child or two. Then she reminded me of who we would be seeing soon."

"And?"

"And, your parents were hesitant to accept me at first. Remember?"

"Yeah. I remember."

"But they did accept me."

"What did you and my dad talk about?"

Zylen chuckled. "Nice try baby." He kissed my forehead. "But I'm not telling you. That's between me and him."

I smiled. "Can't blame a girl for trying. And we'd best eat and get back to work. I don't need to piss off Vlad."

"Are you going to meet with Rhys?" he asked me, in that serious tone I hated so much.

"Yes," I whispered. I felt like he was reprimanding me.

Zylen took my face into his hands, softly kissed my lips, and said, "Then I'll meet you there. We're doing this together."

My eyes welled up with tears. I wrapped my arms around Zylen and cried. He held me tight until I calmed down. Then, we got up, bathed, fucked again without the mind connection, got dressed, ate, and went back to work. My coworker, Arti, giggled when I returned. I knew I was late, and I didn't want to get a lecture. I figured the giggle was because my hair was still damp from the bath I shared with Zylen.

"Have a nice lunch?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, getting back to work.

"Smells like it," she said. 

Damn it! I was so used to the aroma of us, I forgot others could smell it as well. "Oh," I said, my cheeks burned.

Arti, like most of the women, was tall, green skinned, and beautiful. "Don't worry hon," she said, "Zylen is an amazing guy. Trust me."

Now I felt sick. Did she just tell me my husband had mind fucked her? "Oh?" I squeaked.

"Don't worry Phoebe, we didn't do that. Not that I didn't want to, though. But he always turned me down. I do know a few of his former lovers, but I won't point them out unless you want me to."

I sighed. "Sorry Arti. I guess... I never thought about the fact he had other mental lovers. He told me I was his first physical lover."

"Is that what I can smell?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, is physical sex good?"

"Amazing," I said, smiling. "Zylen has spoiled me so rotten. He is able to make me feel... so incredible. The mind connection makes it... amazing."

Arti's eyes lit up. It was like telling a child Santa Claus was real and coming up the walkway. "I hope I find a mate like Zylen."

"I hope you do too."

I stayed late to make up for my afternoon delight. Arti made sure I had plenty to do as my penance, but in truth, she knew I didn't mind. Zylen was waiting for me at Rhys's office when I finally arrived. The discussion went as I expect it would.

Rhys was certain I could conceive a child with Zylen, the real question was could I survive the process, mentally. Zylen and I had to abstain from being intimate for the next few days while Rhys ran a series of tests on us. Zyana worked with me daily to strengthen my mind so I wouldn't become insane. To keep Zylen from being tempted, I would sleep in a t-shirt and panties. The tests lasted longer than I had expected and I fell behind in my job. Luckily, Vlad knew what was going on and supported it.

After several days, Rhys told us it was time. Zyana kissed my cheek at our last session, and wished me luck. I was nervous like the first time we made love. I bathed in our private bathroom and tried to look as sexy as possible. Zylen came into our room, and it was clear he too was nervous. We hated that our love making was now scheduled.

In fact, it was a huge bust. Neither of us enjoyed the sex. The mind connection failed miserably, and Zylen only climaxed when he pulled out in an attempt to change my position. We won't mention it was the one and only time I didn't orgasm at all. Zyana said it was normal and offered to help me for the next time, but I turned her down. I said if we were meant to have a child, it would happen.

A few nights later, Zylen and I were lying in bed. "Zylen?" I said.

"Yes Phoebe."

"I'm sorry about the other night."

Zylen chuckled. "As am I, my love."

"We've never had a session that was so... bad."

We both laughed. "Do you remember our lunch date?" he asked.

I smiled. "Oh yes. That was wonderful."

"I agree. That is what I was hoping we'd experience again once Rhys gave us his clearance, but unfortunately that wasn't the case."

"I know," I sighed. "I think... we put too much pressure on ourselves to conceive and well... you know."

"Yeah," Zylen said, stroking my hair. "It was pretty bad."

"You've never had a problem connecting with me before."

"I know. I don't know why this time was so bad."




The Microbrew Pt. 02



"Maybe we were trying too hard. My mom always told me when you try too hard, things don't always work out."

"Your mom is a smart lady."

"Yeah, I really miss her."

"Would you like to see her again? Would that make you happy?"

"How? We left Earth so long ago."

"If I could make it happen, would it make you happy?"

"Yes! It would make me very happy."

Zylen wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. "Then you will see them before you meet my family."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

I almost couldn't sleep. The thought of seeing my family again brought forth a joy that I hadn't experienced since our lunch date. It seemed that Zylen couldn't sleep either so we made love without the mind connection. We each achieved an orgasm, then drifted off to sleep. The next day we met for lunch in our room and instead of seducing me, he handed me a tablet. On the screen were my parents' faces.

"Mom! Dad!"

"Hello Phoebe!" exclaimed Mom.

"Hey Princess! How's married life?" asked Dad.

I looked up at Zylen, and smiled. "Thank you," I mouthed to him.

"You're welcome," he mouthed back as he prepared our meal.

We chatted for my entire lunch break. It was hard to not start crying near the end, but Zylen assured me this would not be our last chat. Seeing my parents again was something I never expected. I didn't mention our failed attempt at getting me pregnant, instead I just shared how happy I was, that I liked my new life, my new job, and some of the friends I had made.

My parents shared the normal daily business, and how my missing person case had closed. It turned out my coworkers got worried when they couldn't get ahold of me, they contacted the police. Mom and Dad told the police I wasn't missing, I had moved away with my new husband to a remote place and I was fine.

When our chat ended, and my screen went black, I burst into tears. Zylen wrapped his arms around me, kissing my head and telling me that it was all fine. He assured me this wouldn't be our last chat, but it couldn't happen too often for fear of my government picking up on the transmission and putting my parents at risk. I had no problem with that, just knowing I could talk with and see my parents from time to time was a blessing to me.

The remainder of the journey was uneventful. We resumed our normal lovemaking and decided to wait a bit longer before really trying again. Arti and I were working like crazy with the pending landing and Vlad kept us all hopping, even Zylen. The crew had to be healthy when they landed or we would all end up quarantined, which no one wanted.

Vlad called me in for one last meeting. I sat nervously in his office and waited. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long.

"Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice, Phoebe," he said as he flew into his office.

"You're welcome," I squeaked out. I was nervous about what he wanted to tell me, especially after out last meeting.

"Phoebe, have I ever told you about my mate?" he asked as he sat down.

I looked up at him. "No sir."

He handed me a tablet where I saw a picture of a tall, green-skinned woman with emerald green eyes, and long, curly black hair. "Her name was Nia. She was beautiful beyond words and gave me two amazing children."

I bit my lip. I could tell this story wasn't going to have a happy ending. "What happened to her?"

"As much as we have worked to extend our lives and improve the quality, accidents still happen. Nia was killed in a freak accident that killed several others as well, including my own sister. I was devastated to lose two people so close to me at once. To be honest, I only survived thanks to my children. Even now, they won't let me leave the planet without one or the other on the ship with me."

"So, your children are part of your crew?" I asked as I handed the tablet back to him.

Vlad smiled. "The fact that you didn't know tells me I'm doing much better. Yes, my daughter is part of the crew. If she finds her mate, then my son might take her place. He's with his mate now as she is carrying their first child."

"How exciting!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, I'm looking forward to seeing my family grow."

"But aren't you worried that at some point neither of your children will be able to join you?"

"No. I'm looking forward to that day, actually. Just as I am looking forward to the news that you and Zylen will be expecting your own blessing."

I sighed and bit my lip. "That news might not come as soon as we hoped."

"Oh?"

I blushed hard. "We sort of didn't have a successful mating like we had hoped."

"I see," said Vlad. He paused for a moment, then continued, "Would it make you feel any better if I said Nia and I were nearly separated because I couldn't seem to do the same with her?"

"Really?"

"Really. Nia's family didn't care for me. Being a pilot and working assignments that take me away from the planet meant taking Nia away from them. Don't get me wrong, they loved her deeply and only wanted what was best for her. Her death... hurt us all."

"I understand that. Leaving my parents to come here hurt us all as well."

"I know. It's why I make your chat possible."

"You?"

"Zylen told me you were sad, though not the reason for your sadness, and said you needed something to help you feel better. When he told me what he wanted, I had to make it happen. I know what I would give to see and speak with Nia just once more."

A tear escaped my eye before I could stop it. I wiped it away quickly then said, "Thank you."

Vlad smiled, then said, "Now, when we land, it is very possible that you and Zylen will be separated as we depart by stations. Medical is one of the last to depart so I want you to stay with Arti until either Zylen or Zyana collect you. Arti knows the drill and I know she'll make sure you're all right."

"Okay. Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Just listen to Arti. Check your messages as you and Arti have a lot of reports to finish up and the clock is ticking."

I giggled. Vlad had worked hard to learn Earth idioms and loved that I was one of the few on the ship who understood and appreciated them. "Aye, aye, Captain!" I gave a mock salute and left.

Vlad wasn't kidding, Arti and I were up to our eyeballs in reports that had to be completed before we landed. Zylen and I hardly saw each other during this, but we still found ways to keep things fun. I would leave little notes for him telling him how much I loved him, and he would little gifts and surprises for me in our room. One in particular was a small broach that I could wear on my uniform. It was a small flower, like a pink rose. Arti loved it and told me the flower was called Culus, and is one that grows wild on their planet. I nearly cried. I was very excited and couldn't wait to see my new planet.

The landing went smoothly and soon it was time to see my new world. Arti was so excited to escort me off the ship. Zylen and Zyana were still finishing up when we headed off. I wasn't worried as I knew Arti would show me around. We headed out and walked into a large hangar or bay. I was disappointed because I was hoping we'd head right outside, but I figured it was like going to an airport where you go from the plane to the terminal.

All around, I saw so many people working. It was now that I realized how short I was compared to most of these people. Arti led me through the bay and into a well-lit hallway. People or creatures walked pass us, a few looked our way, but most just kept moving on. In fact, they tended to swing wide as they passed us. I didn't think much of it at the time, but maybe I should have.

Two very large creatures blocked our path. Both had to be over seven feet tall. The taller one had forest green skin and thick black hair. The shorter one's skin was a shade or two lighter, with longer, black hair. Both appeared to be very muscular and I got a real bad vibe from them. To be honest, I was very nervous to the point of being scared. If this had been Earth, I would have described them as thugs.

The taller of the two thugs said in a deep voice, "You two need to come with us."

"Why?" asked Arti.

"We have our orders," said thug two, whose voice wasn't deep.

"From who?" questioned Arti. Her tone was harsh and it told me things were not going as planned.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's up to you," thug one said. My nervousness had now become pure fear when he put his hand on my arm.

Arti shoved thug one away from me, and screamed, "Run Phoebe! Run!"

I didn't hesitate, but started running. I had no idea where I was going, but I was hoping I could find a place to hide. Unfortunately, a third creature appeared from out of nowhere and I slammed full force into him, knocking me to the floor. I tried to scramble to my feet, but I was flipped onto my stomach and handcuffed. Creature number three picked me up like I was a rag doll, and I saw Arti was cuffed and between thug one and thug two.

"Sorry," Arti mouthed.

"Take them," growled thug one.

Both Arti and I tried to resist but it was futile. They marched us off like a pair of common criminals and I had no idea why. Terror and fear filled my mind and soul. I knew something was terribly wrong, though I didn't know why.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Thug two chuckled a bit, then said, "Silence. You're in enough trouble as it is."

"But why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Shhh," whispered Arti, "just do what they say."

"You should listen to your friend," said the third thug.

I looked at Arti. I could see the fear in her eyes. "Stay calm," she mouthed to me.

I nodded my understanding, though staying calm was really difficult. I was scared shitless. We were put into separate vehicles, Thug Three sat next to me and Thug One drove. I could only guess that Thug Two was with Arti. I was taken to a strange building, but try as I might, I couldn't see any sign of Arti. I had no idea where Thug Two had taken her or if she was all right.

They took me to a small room with only one door, my wrists still cuffed from behind, and left alone. There was no visible furniture so I paced around the room, hoping to find an escape, but there was none. I wondered if Zylen knew what had happened. I worried about Arti because she was probably in as much danger as I was, if not more.

I'm not sure how long I was in there before an older man walked in. I didn't like his vibe either. He was holding a tablet in his hands. There was something about him that didn't sit right with me, and something eerily familiar.

Like every other creature I had met, he was tall, green skinned like Zylen, but with dark, cold eyes. His hair was more salt and pepper and his face was wrinkled from years of work and worry. He touched the tablet and a table with two chairs rose up from the floor. I jumped back into a corner as best as I could. Another touch and my handcuffs fell off. I stretched my arms and rubbed my wrists trying to ease the pain.

"I understand you speak our language," he said.

"It would seem that way," I replied.

"Sit. Let's talk."

I watched him sit down in the chair that faced away from the door, and after a moment or twelve, I sat across from him. "What this all about?"

"I'm Uri," he said. "Do you have a name, creature?"

"Phoebe."

"Phoe-be?"

"Yes."

"Do you know why you are here, Phoe-be?"

I didn't like the way he said my name or the way he made me feel. "No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?" I snapped.

His smile was terrifying. "You are here because you are not one of us."

"Well, yeah, technically."

"Where are you from?"

"I lived in a small town call Beaumont for many years before moving."

Uri didn't look pleased. "What planet, Phoe-be?"

"Oh, we call it Earth."

Uri typed into the tablet. "And, who did you steal that uniform from?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who did you steal that uniform from? Did you kill them or just incapacitate them?"

I couldn't believe my ears. "I neither stole this nor hurt anyone. I was given this uniform from Vlad, I think." Truth be told, I wasn't exactly sure who issued my uniform, but I figured Vlad's name carried more weight than anyone else's.

"Who?"

"Vlad, the ship's commanding officer."

"There is no Vlad."

It took me a moment to remember that was what I called him because I couldn't say his real name. "Okay, I know that isn't exactly his name, but I know it's close. I can't make all the sounds your people can."

"You need to tell me the truth or you will be severely punished."

"I am!" I yelled. "Why don't you quit being so fucking cryptic and tell me what the hell is going on here?"

"It is a crime to steal from members of our ships."

"I didn't steal anything. And where is Arti?"

"Who?"

"Arti. The woman who was arrested with me."

Uri cocked his head to one side. I could tell that my phrasing was not what he was familiar with. "If I were you, I'd worry about my own self."

"Where is Arti?"

Uri stood up. "We'll talk again when you've had time to think about your lies."

"I'm not lying!"

Uri left the room and the table and chairs went back into the floor. At least the handcuffs were off and gone. I beat and kicked on the door for a few minutes, screaming some choice obscenities. When that didn't work, I started checking the floor but I couldn't find any holes or indication that there was any openings. Damn their technology, I thought. I sat in the corner opposite the door, and cried. I started to worry about Arti, Zylen, and Zyana, and wondered what would happen to me.

The door opened again and Vlad walked in. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. "Vlad?"

"Come Phoebe, we are leaving this place." His voice was stern, with a hint of anger.

I scrambled to my feet quickly dashed to the door, hugging Vlad. I didn't care how inappropriate it might have been, I was just so happy to see anyone from the ship, especially him.

"Thank you," I sobbed.

"Enough!" he growled. "You will walk out of here like a member of my crew. Stop this foolish crying, immediately."

I straighten myself up, wiped my face with my hands and said, "Yes sir."

"We well talk when we get to the vehicle. My daughter is waiting. You will not speak or engage with anyone no matter what they say or do. Is that clear?"

"Is Zylen all right?"

"Is that clear, Phoebe?" he roared.

"Yes sir," I squeaked.

Vlad walked out and I followed like a lost puppy. I could feel the eyes of the thug squad on me as we left. I heard one say, "You'll be back, alien."

"This isn't over yet," said another.

Per Vlad's orders, I kept my mouth shut. Though to be honest, I was too scared to talk. He led me out of the building and it was my first chance to see the outside world. There were lots of tall building along the street. The sky was a darker shade of blue than Earth's, and the vehicles looked like floating cars, but different. Vlad opened a door and motioned for me to enter. I climbed in and saw Arti.

"Phoebe!" she exclaimed.

I quickly wrapped my arms around her in a big hug as Vlad climbed in and we left. "Are you all right?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she said. "I'm just sorry."

"For what?" I asked.

Vlad turned his seat toward us and said, "She knew this could happened. It's why she was assigned to be with you."

"Wait, Arti is your daughter?"

"She is indeed. And she was told to get you to the meeting place."

"I tried Father," she said. "They were waiting for us."

"Arti's right. It was almost like an ambush," I said. "And who's driving this thing?"

"Auto-pilot," said Vlad. "And I can see my efforts to inform them you were coming either backfired or was used for this purpose. I am not sure."

"What about Zylen and Zyana? Are they hurt?" I asked.

"They are fine. Zylen is a bit upset you were taken into custody, but that's why I went for you instead of him. Plus, I knew they wouldn't release Arti to him."

"Father does have a point. Zylen could have freed you, but not both of us," said Arti.

The vehicle turned and slowed. "We have arrived."

Vlad's chair spun back around and he parked the vehicle. The back door opened and Arti and I stepped out. Vlad led us into a building and to an elevator. A moment later we were out of the elevator and walked down a long hallway. Vlad stopped at one door, put his hand on a black plate, and the door slid open. I saw Zyana standing there.

"Phoebe!" she exclaimed, rushed up, and hugged me tight.

Once she released me, we walked in as Zylen stepped into the room. His face screamed the worry he had been feeling during my disappearance.

"Zylen!" I exclaimed, and rushed into his arms.

"Have you been harmed?" he asked, holding me tight.

"No," I whispered.

"What the hell happened?" snapped Zylen, as he held me at arm's length. Never had I seen him so angry.

"We got arrested," I said.

"They knew we were coming," said Arti. "We were stopped and when we resisted, they took us by force."

"Arti tried to distract them so I could escape, but a third one blocked my path, knocked me to the floor, and put handcuffs on me."

Zylen grabbed my arm and saw the red marks on my writs. Rage filled his eyes. "My mate, in handcuffs?" he growled.

Arti held up her arm to show hers as well, and said, "They separated us so I couldn't protect Phoebe. Zylen, I'm so sorry!"

"It's not your fault Arti," said Zylen. "Are you hurt?"

"No," said Arti. "I was just worried about Phoebe."

"We need to take our leave now," said Vlad. "I will notify you when we are ready to depart. You know the rules Zylen."

"Yes sir," said Zylen.

"Phoebe," said Vlad, "take care and good luck tonight."

"Thanks," I said. "And thanks for rescuing me... I mean... us."

"Hopefully it won't be needed again," Vlad said, then he and Arti left.

Zyana stepped up and said, "We need to start getting ready, and I'm sure Phoebe would like to bathe."

Zylen leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, then said, "Yes, I think you are correct. Do you need anything my love?"

I sighed. "I just want to put this incident behind me."

"I agree," said Zylen.

"Come on Phoebe," said Zyana, "let's get you ready for tonight."

Zyana let me to the bathroom and once I understood how to work the tub, she left me alone. A soak in a hot tub did help me relax and put my stressful morning behind me. Once I was clean, and relaxed, I got dressed. I slipped on the black halter top dress with blue handkerchief skirt that I wore the night Zylen and I first met. I added my beautiful broach and pinned it over my heart. Once my hair was styled and my makeup was applied I stepped out. Zylen and Zyana were both dressed very smartly in their dress uniforms.

"You look amazing, Phoebe," said Zylen.

"You look pretty fine yourself," I said.

Zylen took both my wrists into his hands. I felt a warmth flow from his hands into my body, with extra heat in my wrists where the marks from the handcuffs had been. The sensation was so comforting and loving. I felt my body relax all over and thought he was trying to ease my fears. Then he removed his hands and I saw the red marks were gone.

"What the?" I asked.

"I hope you don't mind I did that," he said, smiling.

"Not in the least," I said.

"Are you two finished?" asked Zyana. "I'd like to get going."

Zylen took my hand and we left. The journey I had been both looking forward to, and dreading for some time now went quickly and quietly. We arrived at a large home with beautiful pink and red Culus flowers filling the yard, and large tinted windows. Zylen placed his hand on the black plate like the one outside the apartment. There was a pause, then the door opened. An older woman was standing there before us. She was tall, with green skin, blue eyes, and gray hair.

"Zylen!" she exclaimed hugging him first. "Zyana!" Hugging her.




The Microbrew Pt. 02



"Hello Mother," said Zylen.

"Hello Mother," said Zyana.

"Mother," said Zylen, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, "I wish for you to meet Phoebe. She is from Earth. Phoebe, this is my mother, Luna."

"Hello," I squeaked.

I could see the question on Luna's face. So could Zylen. "Mother, Phoebe is my mate."

I watched the question turn to joy as Luna wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. I could feel her love and joy through her touch. "Oh Zylen! I'm so happy! When will the child be here?"

I tried to speak but my words were mere mumbled due to Luna's tight hug. She pulled me back as I squeaked out, "-gant."

"What?" she asked.

I cleared my throat and said, "I'm not pregnant."

Luna's brow wrinkled and it was clear she didn't understand my words. "She isn't with child Mother," said Zylen. "At least, not yet anyway."

Luna frowned, I felt her disappointment and sorrow. I knew something was wrong. She released me, and said, "What?"

"Mother," said Zylen, "I chose a mate I love. Isn't that what really matters?"

I could see the conflict on Luna's face. "You love her?"

"Yes mother," said Zylen, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, "and she loves me. We were joined on Earth before we left."

I was still nervous, but quietly waited. I could see Zyana biting her lip and waiting as well. Luna looked at me, then Zylen, then back at me.

"I've always told my children to follow their hearts. Looks like this one finally listened to me." Luna smiled that strange, alien smile, then added, "Welcome to the family, Phoebe."

I could see the relief on Zyana's face as I said, "Thank you Luna."

We sat in a large room with large, comfy chairs and all talked. Soon I heard a strange sound, and Luna said, "That's either your brother or your sister."

She darted to the door, and returned a moment later with two creatures who turned out to be Dax, Zylen's brother, and Kizzy, his sister. Kizzy was so excited to meet me and like Zyana, sat and talked with me while Dax pulled Zylen aside to have a "brotherly" talk. Luna excused herself to finish dinner. The girls handed me a tablet and shared with me family pictures. Most were of the four as children, and some including Luna. What bothered me was there were no pictures of their father. I also learned that Zyana and Zylen are twins. Zyana was a bit older, but it explained why these two were so close.

Luna called the girls into the kitchen and I was left to enjoy the pictures alone. Then, I came across a picture of a man I had seen before. At first, I thought my mind was playing a trick, but the next picture he was in, I knew I recognized him. I was looking at a picture of the man whom I met with in the small room that Vlad had rescued me from.

I heard the front door open and a male voice that was all too familiar bellow out, "Luna! Are the kids here yet?"

My hands shook as I set the tablet on the small table and looked up. There were the cold, dark eyes of my interrogator. "Well now," he said in a tone so chilling, I swear my blood froze. "Isn't this an interesting turn of events. Get up alien."

I stood up slowly. I had no idea what to do. "I... I... I can... explain," I stammered.

"I'm sure you can alien. What was your name again?"

"Phoebe."

"Right, Phoe-be." Uri pulled out a weapon and pointed it at me. "Not a sound alien. Or else."

I nodded my understanding. Uri gestured for me to come closer until I was a foot away from him. My heart was racing, my body was shaking, and I wasn't sure what would happen next.

He pushed a button on his collar and said, "I need a unit at my residence. I've captured an alien intruder in my home."

"It's not what you think," I whispered.

"Uri!" called Luna. "Is that you?"

"Yes my love!" he called, then said to me softly, "One more word and I won't wait for the unit to take you out of here."

I'm not sure who entered the room first, as it all blurs in my memory. I heard someone call my name and refer to Uri as "Father." Uri grabbed my arm and my mind nearly exploded. I saw my memories of how I met Zylen and Zyana, my wedding, my parents, and my journey here. I also felt Uri's fear, anger, and love for his family. I saw Zylen and Zyana as children playing in what I'd call a park. I saw Dax, Kizzy, Zyana, and Zylen at different stages of their lives. I saw images of Luna when she was a younger woman. These weren't the pictures from the photo album, but Uri's personal memories. I understood that he was only trying to protect Luna and their four children. The problem was, he was hurting his youngest child by hurting me.

I could hear screaming, then realized it was me. Voices all around me were muted and muffled. I'm not sure who was talking or what they were saying, but it sounded frenzied.

Then, the images changed; I felt a calmness, and a level of peace. I knew Uri was no longer touching me, Zyana was. There is a distinct difference between how each person feels, and I can't explain it any better than that. Though I couldn't see her, I knew it was her. The images I was seeing were comforting, but they too were blurring. Soon, I felt the room spin and everything went black.

~*~*~*~

I woke up in a strange room on a bed I didn't recognize. I started to panic when I heard, "Relax my love."

I looked up to see the gentle green eyes of my loving husband. "Zylen?"

He stroked my hair and smiled. "Welcome to my bedroom."

I looked around and realized this strange room was his. It had Zylen's essence all around. "How did I get here?"

"I carried you in after you fainted."

I closed my eyes and tried to remember all that had happened. "I don't remember fainting."

"What do you remember?"

I took a deep breath, then shared with Zylen everything I could remember including what occurred in the interrogation room with Uri. Zylen's eyes darkened, anger filled his face, and he darted out of the room before I could stop him.

Zyana and Kizzy rushed in and helped me up. I was weak and had difficulty standing. I could hear Zylen yelling, but I couldn't make out his words. Zyana and Kizzy put their arms around me and escorted me out of Zylen's room. We entered the sitting area where Zylen and Uri were fighting.

"How the hell was I to know who she was?" screamed Uri.

"Maybe if you had let her talk you might have known!" yelled Zylen.

"I did talk with her!"

"No!" I shouted getting both men's attention. "You accused me of theft." My words were directed at Uri. "You never asked me why I was a member of the crew. You assumed I had stolen my uniform and hurt someone."

"Because two of my children were members of that crew!" snapped Uri.

"But you didn't believe me. I know you were pissed when Vlad came to my defense."

"He came for Arti," said Uri. "She told him about you."

"Because she knew I was in trouble," I said.

"Enough!" shouted Luna. "Uri, Phoebe is Zylen's mate. Like it or not, she's here to stay. Zy, you know how your father has felt about creatures from other worlds. You chose to keep this a secret from us both so you shouldn't be surprised at how your father reacted. And poor Phoebe," her voice softened, "poor Phoebe has done nothing but love our son. Uri, why don't you try to get to know the newest member of our family while Zyana and I finish dinner?"

"Me?" squeaked Zyana.

"Yes you," said Luna. "You already know Phoebe, so you can let Kizzy and Dax get to know her. In fact, Zylen, you come help me as well. Uri, you behave, or else."

Zylen looked at me and mouthed, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I mouthed back, then watched them both leave the room with Luna.

Kizzy escorted me to where I was sitting before, and sat next to me. Dax and Uri sat across. There was a tiredness in Uri's face I hadn't noticed before. If the mind connection made me faint and left me feeling weak, how did affect him? Did he faint? Was he surprised at what he saw? One thing I did know for certain, things between Uri and I would never be the same again.

There was an awkward silence, when finally Kizzy asked, "So Phoebe, what did you do on Earth before you joined the ship's crew?"

"I was a teacher," I said, softly.

Kizzy's eyes grew wide. "So is Dax!"

I looked over at Dax who said, "Mother always said follow your heart."

Suddenly we had common ground and Dax and I started sharing teacher stories. Kizzy is a scientist working on more efficient fuel for the ships to visit other planets. The three of us chatted away happily, but Uri sat quietly and listened. I almost forgot he was there, but then I'd see him out of the corner of my eye, almost smiling. The tiredness I noticed in him earlier seemed to be passing.

Perhaps it was more of a surprise to him than it was to me. I knew I had connected with him because of my relationship with Zylen, but I had never experienced something so powerful before, except when Zylen and I were making love. Part of me wanted to talk with Zyana about what had happened, but part of me wanted to talk with someone who wasn't related to me by marriage or blood.

Luna called us all in for dinner. I sat between Zylen and Zyana, and across from Dax and Kizzy. Luna and Uri were at the two heads of the table. The meal was delicious and little was said about what transpired between Uri and me, to which I was glad. Zylen and Dax sat near Luna, Kizzy and Zyana sat near Uri. I was the first one to finish my food, and I had two servings of everything. Once the meal was done, and all was cleaned up, I used the restroom. I had washed up and was heading out when Uri intercepted me and asked for a word. I followed him outside, behind the house.

Uri paced around then said, "I've never had such a connection with someone like I did with you who wasn't my wife or one of my children. It makes me wish I had touched you sooner."

"Oh?" I asked. I wasn't sure being alone with Uri was a good idea, but being he was my father, I did need to give him a second chance.

Uri nodded. "Zylen and Zyana are special. Did you know that?"

"Because they are twins?"

Uri gave me a strange look. "Twins?"

"It's what we call two children who were born at or near the same time. They both grow within the mother at the same time."

"Ah yes. Did you know this about them?"

"No, not until today. I didn't even know about Dax or Kizzy until just before we landed."

"I knew you were coming. I just didn't know you were with Zylen."

"Your thugs were terrifying."

"Good," said Uri, with a sly smile. "That is their job. Just know, if I knew who you really were, they would have never touched you."

On some level, it made me feel better. Yet, it upset me that he was this way with creatures from other worlds. "So, because I married your son, that makes me all right? What if I wasn't married to Zylen? What if it had been Rhys? Or Vlad? Or anyone else on the ship? You don't know me. You haven't even tried to get to know me."

"You're right. But I'd like to try now."

I bit my lower lip. "Okay. That would be nice."

"And I promise to treat our alien guests better."

"Okay. What about me do you want to know?"

"I know I saw images from your mind earlier, but please, tell me... what was it about my son that made you want to spend your life with him?"

Uri and I began to walk around the yard as I told him what kind and loving man Zylen is, and how he's never been anything but wonderful toward me. We rounded the front of the house, past the beautiful flower garden, and walked down the street. I continued sharing stories about how we met in the bar, how Zyana has been teaching me their culture, (I left out the mind connection as it was kinda personal and creepy to share with my father), and anything else I could think of. It wasn't long before we were so far I could no longer see their home, and I got nervous. I wanted to trust Uri, but I was still having issues because of what had occurred with us before.

"Uri, shouldn't we head back?"

Uri looked around, then said, "Not yet, I want to show you something."

I wasn't comfortable with this, but me and my big mouth didn't pay attention to where we were going and without Uri, I'd never find my way back.

"Okay," I said.

We continued on until we reached what looked like a park with a playground. There were a few families with children on different pieces of equipment. It took me a moment to recognize it from Uri's memories, and the family pictures I had seen earlier.

"This is where I took all my children to play when they were young. Zylen and Zyana would never leave the other's side. It's why they are both medical officers. It's just funny to me that they differed slightly. Zylen can heal the body, Zyana can heal the mind. Together, they are an amazing team. You're the first thing they haven't shared that I know of."

"Excuse me?"

"They shared their toys, their clothes until Zyana got older, their friends, everything two children could. It does concern me that Zyana hasn't found a mate, but she is a bit pickier than her brother."

I smiled. I was glad they didn't try to share me more than they did. I'm not sure I would have gone for that. "They are a pair."

"Agreed. I hope one day when you bear Zylen's children I might bring them here as well. That is, if you will allow me to do so."

I thought about the pictures I had seen, and how happy the children were. I looked at Uri and thought about my dad. "I think that sounds like an amazing idea, Uri. And I think our children will love having you for a grandfather."

Uri smiled gently and stroked my cheek. I felt a warm, loving sensation and I knew, we had reached a peace between us. "Shall we go? I'm sure by now they are starting to worry."

We made the trek back to the house. A few vehicles passed us causing me to jump, but none stopped. I was still fearful, though my level of fear had gone down. I wasn't worried about Uri sending me away, but I knew others felt the way he did. We continued to talk about an assortment of topics including how soon he could expect my having a child. I used Zylen's line about how it would happen when the time was right.

Uri told me that once I was with child, Zylen and I would participate in the traditional joining ceremony. Vlad's words about why they mate echoed through my mind. At least Uri wasn't demanding Zylen and I separate. I know that would have hurt worse than any pain I could possibly experience. Just knowing he was accepting me for who I am was enough. It allowed me to look forward to what might be coming next.

Uri was right, the family was starting to worry. Zylen held me tight for the longest time, telling me how much he loved me, and how worried he was. I assured him, I was fine and Uri and I had a nice, long talk. Luna was thrilled to hear we had bonded. Zylen and I stayed with his parents in his old bedroom, as did Zyana, Dax, and Kizzy (in their respective bedrooms though.) Luna said she couldn't remember the last time all the kids slept in their old rooms.

As Zylen and I got ready for bed, he said smiling, "You know, you're the first girl I've ever brought into my bed."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said, pulling me into a hug. "I just wish the first time wasn't because you fainted."

"It was because your father touched me."

"I don't understand."

"We connected mentally. He read my mind and I could see his thoughts and fears. He thought I was there to hurt you."

"Me?"

"You, your sisters, your brother, and your mom. Your father loves you. He was just so emotional that he couldn't help how he felt."

"It's odd that you picked up on it like you did."

"It's probably because of the work Zyana had done with me. It seems I'm getting better at picking up emotions."

"Perhaps."

There was something about Zylen's response that didn't sound right to me, but I didn't want to cause a fight. What was worse, I did agree that it didn't make sense.

"Zylen, your father was rather emotional. He saw me a threat, a danger. To be fair, I was terrified too. He had called for a unit to take me away, wouldn't let me talk, and when he pulled out that weapon-"

"What weapon?" interrupted Zylen.

"I don't know," I said. "It looked like a gun, but it wasn't either. He didn't hurt me."

Zylen tried to leave but I stopped him. "Let me go, Phoebe."

"No."

He struggled against my grip. "I said, let me go, Phoebe."

"NO!" I exclaimed, holding him tighter. "I saw when we connected he had no intention of using it unless I attacked him or one of you. He was only trying to scare me so I wouldn't hurt you or your family. He had no idea that we would connect like we did, but he knew, he knew when we connected... I would never hurt you... or them."

Tears fell from my eyes. Zylen reached down, wiped my tears, and stroked my cheek. As always, his touch made me feel so loved. "You know tomorrow he and I will talk about this."

"Fine! Tomorrow, after you've calmed down."

"Fine," he said.

Zylen hugged me tight until I stopped crying. Then he said, "You know the worst part was watching your body shake and convulse, then hearing your screams as if you were in pain. I was sure you were injured until Zyana was able to touch you."

That explained why my body ached like it did. "Did your father react the same way?"

"No, not as violently as you."

"How did we separate?"

"Mother and Dax took Father, Zyana and I went for you. Zyana wouldn't let me touch you at first. She wanted to make sure the connection between you two was pure. I could have jeopardized that. Then, you fell and I caught you in my arms. I called your name, but your body was limp and you were unconscious. Zyana said she put you into a state of rest to help you recover, and Mother told me to take you to my room. I never left your side. Kizzy and Zyana would come in to check on you for Mother. Zyana told me you'd wake soon, but it seemed you never would."

I reached up and touched Zylen's face. "But I did."

"Yes," he said, smiling, "you did. The rest you know."

"What I know is you've got an amazing family, and I'm proud to be a member."

We climbed into his bed, snuggled together, and started to kiss. We had talked about not making love in his parent's home, but it was clear that idea was lost as our kisses became more passionate. What few clothes we still had on were tossed aside and soon he was on top of me. Zylen's cock was rock hard and penetrated my pussy. A moment later the appendage entered my ass.

"Connect with me," I whispered. I wanted my last mind connection for the day to be a positive one.

"Yes, my love."

The connection wasn't a powerful as our lunch date or other connections we shared, but it was no less erotic. To keep me quiet, Zylen kissed me the entire time. There was such a thrill to be having sex in his childhood bedroom without being caught by his parents or siblings that for me, the sex was even hotter. Zylen pounded me with a fury, fucking me harder than he had in a while. The bed squeaked, our skin slapped and squished, and still we made no attempt to stop. His kisses silenced me as my orgasms struck, squeezing his cock and making me sweat even more than normal. Then I heard his tell-tale growl from his throat as he filled me with his sweet, sticky cum.

We kissed for several minutes until his cock slid out. I rolled onto my side and spooned into Zylen. He slid his cock back into me, but not his other appendage into my ass. A few times I squeezed his cock, then drifted off to sleep.

The next morning we dressed and stumbled out for breakfast. Uri pulled Zylen aside as I sat down. Luna handed me a warm drink and said, "Uri is just sharing some advice with Zylen he thought he'd share with Dax first. He's really happy Zy found you."

"Really?" I asked, and sipped my drink. "Oh my god! This is delicious!"

Luna smiled. "I'll teach you how to make it. It's Zy's favorite. And yes, Uri is really pleased."




The Microbrew



"You would be right."

I finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid it off his body. In this light I could clearly see his skin tone was quite different. There was a slight green tinge to it. His chest was firm, muscular, hairless, and for the most part, like most men I'd ever seen. I stepped around him, touching his skin that was incredibly soft.

"Why didn't I notice the color before?"

"Part was the low light of the bar, and part was this."

Zylen's skin changed color, becoming more a tan color and less green. "Wow," I said. "That's so cool. My skin can't do that."

"I know," he said as the green hue to his skin returned. "And I don't mind in the least."

"Huh, that's neat."

"What?" he asked.

"Your eyes and skin are both green."

"It's a rare trait. Most of my people don't have eyes that match their natural skin color. My mother told me once it was a rare blessing that meant I was destined for great things. Personally, I'm glad your eyes don't match your skin, but then," Zylen caressed my cheek with his hand, "a blue hue to your skin might not be too bad."

"For us, blue skin is usually a bad sign." I felt that same feeling of calmness with his hand on my cheek. I touched his chest, ran my fingers over his skin, and down to the waist band of his pants.

"I understand. I have studied Earthlings for some time."

"You know," I said as I began to unfasten his pants, "you haven't really seen my skin to know if I'm really not blue."

Zylen's smiles were unique to say the least. They weren't like the way most men smile, or most humans for that matter. Yet, there was something so beautiful about it, that I couldn't stop staring. I felt his hands on my shoulders, untying the halter-top of my dress. I felt the ties fall to my waist as I began to push his pants down. Zylen wasn't wearing any boxers so while I was standing there with my dress around my waist and bra showing, he was now naked except for his pants pooled at his feet. His cock looked pretty normal, even circumcised like most men I knew, but around it were several tentacle like appendages. The appendages were no thicker than his fingers and about as long as his green cock.

"Oh my," I gasped.

Zylen started to put his hands on my face, then paused and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"No," I moaned, my arousal grew stronger with every heartbeat, "not at all."

He grabbed the waist of my dress and pulled it over my head as he stepped out of his pants and shoes. Now he was naked and I was still in my bra, panties and shoes. Zylen looked me over with a raw hunger in his eyes. I knew that look all too well. He reached behind me, unfastened my bra and tossed it aside. His hands slid down my sides, grabbed the sides of my panties, and pulled them down my legs, removing my shoes and panties almost at once.

Zylen cupped my breasts into his hands and caressed gently, his thumbs teasing my hardened nipples. I could feel one of the appendages from where his cock was rubbing my slit. I was starting to pant, and my knees wanted to buckle. I reached down and stroked his cock with my hand. It felt so thick and amazing in my hand. Zylen leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue probing and exploring my mouth.

I couldn't remember being more aroused by a man's kiss more than I was by Zylen's. I decided if he wanted real, physical sex, he needed a good, old-fashion blowjob. As our kiss ended, I sat down on the bed, and led his dark green cock into my mouth. Aside from the color, his cock was pretty much shaped the same as a human man's.

Zylen gasped, "What are you... oh my... oh Phoebe."

I looked up and saw his green eyes roll back. What would normally be the whites of his eyes were all green. I sucked and licked his cock. The precum, as I would call it, was sweet like honey. The taste was intoxicating and I just wanted more. The appendages tickled my face, but didn't try to penetrate my nose or ears, thank goodness.

Zylen growled as he wove his fingers though my hair, and preceded to fuck my face. His thrusts were gentle, never forcing his cock down my throat. I caressed his balls which were much larger than any man's I had seen before. They looked black, but upon closer inspection, I saw they were a very dark green.

"Oh Phoebe," gasped Zylen, "that feels... oh... so... incredible."

I smiled up at him, sucking harder and licking. I was thinking how wanted to taste his cum when he growled again, and suddenly his cock pulsed and I felt a sticky substance coating my tongue and throat. It was like sweet honey, and I drank it down like a starving woman. I sucked his cock, and drank this sticky, sweet substance until it was gone.

Zylen pulled me off his cock and said, "That was... oh Phoebe... what a sensation."

"Thanks."

"Thank you. Why did you want to drink that?"

"To see if it tasted as sweet as I thought it would."

"And?"

"It was even sweeter, and better. Wait, how did you know I wanted to taste it?"

"I told you before, we can read the mind of someone we are attracted to. That's why I put my hands on your head, to make sure I wasn't harming you."

"Oh, right."

"I also saw some things you want me to do to you as well. Some things I've wanted to try."

"Oh?" I said, as innocently as I could.

Zylen scooped me up and moved me to the center of the bed. There was no question he was quite strong as he moved me with little effort. He climbed on the bed and began to kiss me again. His hands caressed my skin and he began to kiss down my body. He suckled my nipples, tugged them with his teeth and drove me nuts.

He crawled down my body, kissing my skin along his way past my pubic hair and stopping between my thighs. I watched him stare at my pussy for an unknown amount of time as he pushed my legs apart. My heart raced in anticipation, sweat formed on my body, and I started to tremble slightly. Zylen looked up at me, smiled, then leaned down, kissing my outer, lower lips. I gasped softly, feeling his lips on my pussy and his tongue slipping between them. Try as I might, I really couldn't see much, but I knew what I felt. I felt his tongue slip inside me, his fingers spread my pussy open, and his thumb touching my clit.

I moaned as he licked, sucked, touched me. I felt a finger touch my anus, causing me to slightly jump, but that was more surprise than fear. The finger slowly slid into my ass and I squealed with delight. I was sure Zylen had replaced his tongue with a finger due to the depth, but then it felt weird, curling in a way no human finger could. Suddenly, I knew it was his tongue. It was like I could see myself though Zylen's eyes. It was so erotic that it added to my arousal and suddenly my orgasm was raging though my body. My body shook and I screamed as I felt my pussy clamp down on Zylen's tongue. He lapped up my juices greedily until my orgasm passed.

Zylen crawled up my body until he was over me. I felt his cock press against my pussy, teasing me. He hovered over me for what felt like an eternity, then slowly entered me. I gasped as I felt his cock fill me like nothing had ever done before. I could smell myself on his face, feel his cock deep within my pussy, and something teasing my anus. Soon, one of the appendages pressed and entered my anus while another rubbed my clit. The sensation was amazing. I looked into Zylen's eyes, and saw us fucking in the air, me pinned against the wall in the bar, and on this bed all at once. The sensation was almost too much as my second and third orgasm hit.

Zylen continued to thrust within me as fourth orgasm hit. My head began to spin, and I fought to say focused. I kissed Zylen, held him close, and savored the amazing sensation of our love making. My orgasms were now non-stop and I lost count after the fifth. Zylen pounded me with a force and desire I had never experienced in any man before. I don't know if we fucked for five minutes or five hours as time truly lost all meaning to me. Every inch of my skin tingled and every touch of Zylen's body on mine was more erotic than the last.

Zylen fucked me harder and faster both vaginally and anally. Though I had never experience a double penetration before this, I never wanted to miss it again. I swear I could hear angels singing in heaven and devils chanting my name. Suddenly, he growled, and I felt his cock pulse, filling me with his sticky sweet semen. Zylen held me close, and kissed me hard. We kissed for what felt like an hour, when I felt his spent cock slip out and his appendages withdraw. A part of me wanted to protest, but I couldn't speak or think a coherent thought. I was experience a sense of bliss that I had never known before. The air smelled of raw sex and lust. I never wanted this moment to end.

"I must return you soon," he said softly.

"Must you?" I whined.

"Yes."

"But why?"

"Your friends will worry."

"True. Will I see you again?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

Zylen kissed me and smiled. "Thank you Phoebe for taking my physical virginity. But I see I must be more careful with my mind connection with you."

"Why?"

Zylen climbed off me and the bed, then helped me up as he said, "I could feel your mental struggle. What I am used to, you are not. It was almost more than you could take."

"So you backed off?"

"In a way yes. Actually, I made myself finish sooner than I wanted. But know it was for your sake."

Zylen stroked my hair. I looked up at him and asked, "Could I learn to take more over time?"

"I'm not sure," he said as he stood up and began to dress.

I stood up and realized I needed to clean up. "Zylen."

"Yes Phoebe?"

"Do you have someplace I can clean myself up?"

Like so many times before, Zylen put his hands on my face, then smiled. He led me to a small room after kissing my cheek. He handed me my clothes just as I stepped in. For all practical purposes, it was a bathroom. The toilet was round, but comfortable. Instead of toilet paper, they have more of a bidet system that helped clean out Zylen's cum from my pussy.

Once that was done, I washed my hands in the small sink and was shocked that my hands were dry without a towel. My hair wasn't wrecked and my makeup was perfect, though neither should have been. I grabbed my panties and slipped them on as I processed all that had happened. I put on my bra, then slipped on my dress. For something that was tossed to the side, it looked perfect. I was now more sure than ever I was dreaming, but I didn't want to wake-up if I was.

I stepped out to find my shoes by the foot of the bed. I sat down and slipped them on. I began to feel sad; my erotic encounter was quickly coming to an end. I stood up; Zylen was dressed, and smiling. How was it possible that he could look even sexier after fucking me to nirvana and back? How could I live without this man in my life? Then I remembered, he's not a man, he's an alien from another world and probably only here for a short time.

He handed me a small card. "Take this, and if you want to meet with me again. Just follow the instructions you see and, well, you'll see."

At first, the card was blank, but then I saw words appear. In this case, it said, "Kiss me." I looked up and kissed Zylen softly on the lips. He smiled as I slid the card into my top.

Just as before, he escorted me though the ship and back to the bar where nothing had changed since we left. "Good night Phoebe."

"Good night Zylen."

With a final touch of my hair, he stepped out. Once the door closed, the music resumed as did the chatter and activity. I walked back the table and sat down.

"Oh good," said Jamie, "you're back. I need to pee."

She quickly dashed for the bathroom. Since I was now alone at the table, I slipped Zylen's card into my wallet. I grabbed some more food, and realized I was out of beer and water. I asked the waitress for another beer and water. She returned a moment later with a glass of water and the same beer I had first ordered. When I asked about the beer Zylen had sent me, she said she didn't know what I was talking about. I decided this was my signal that I had reached my limit, and made it my last one.

The band finished its second set, and took a well-deserved break. The girls all returned and we agreed to stay for the final set. Then someone in the group wanted pictures of us with the band so we all took out our phones and got the waitress to take pictures with the different phones. I looked at the group picture and smiled. It made for a nice memory and added to what was quickly becoming a most memorable night.

Then I remembered the picture of Zylen's beer I had taken earlier. I scrolled though my pictures, but it was gone. I was sure I had taken the picture, but maybe I hadn't. I thought about all that had occurred, including the sex with Zylen. Had time really stopped when we danced? Did I really have wild, passionate sex with an alien man? Did I drink those beers? I checked my wallet, specifically my cash. I had only spent enough for two beers, not three. What was going on?

I looked for the card, but it too was gone. I wanted to cry. It was all a dream. Yet, it wasn't either. The music started up again and my friends all got up to dance. All but Jamie.

"Go dance," she said.

"What?"

"Go dance. I twisted my ankle earlier and I need to rest."

"You sure?"

"Yeah! Go have fun."

"Okay."

I got up and danced with my friends. Though a few men were on the floor, none even looked my way. After a few songs, I dashed to the bathroom. While I washed my hands, a tall, dark haired woman walked in. The term, 'glamazon' flashed through my mind; she was fucking gorgeous. She looked me over with her big brown eyes, like she was checking me out, then said, "It's not a dream."

"Excuse me?"

"Zylen told me to tell you... it's not a dream."

I froze. Water splashed over my hands and I started to tremble. "I... I... I don't... don't know... what you... what you mean," I stammered.

The woman smiled, much the way Zylen did. A smile that didn't look quite right. She stepped up and put her hand on my bare shoulder. That same calm feeling I got from Zylen came through this woman's gentle touch. I stood up, staring deep into her eyes. I suddenly felt safe, calm, and a bit lost.

"Phoebe, Zylen can feel your doubt. He wants you to know, it wasn't a dream and when he can, he will explain more."

I smiled at the woman. "Why does your touch remind me of his?"

"Because he is my brother. Because he has touched you in a special way, you feel that same feeling from me."

Her touch was comforting and it made me feel less crazy. "Will I see him again?"

"Without a doubt, Phoebe. For now, just know he is near."

With that said, she withdrew her hand and left. I stood there for a moment or two, the water in the sink still running. When the door opened again, two of my friends entered giggling and stumbled to the open stalls. Thankfully, neither one drove here. I finished washing my hands and went back out. I searched for the tall woman, but she was nowhere to be seen. If anything, I had to ask Zylen how they did that disappearing trick.

The band finished their set and we headed home. Since Jamie lived in the same building as Sally, she rode home with her and I gave a ride to the two drunk girls who had stumbled into the bathroom after my encounter with Zylen's sister, then drove alone. I was the only one who lived on the other side of town. I listened to the radio and thought about my night. So many questions swirled through my mind that I was sure I'd never get to sleep.

After I got home, I showered before going to bed to wash the makeup off my face and hairspray out of my hair. Though I don't normally sleep nude, tonight I did. I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep like I hadn't experienced in years. I woke up nearly ten hours later feeling more refreshed than I had ever felt before. I showered again, dressed, and enjoyed a restful weekend.

Over the next few weeks, life for me continued on as normal. I taught my students, attended meetings and trainings, and hung out with friends. Occasionally, thoughts of Zylen and our erotic encounter would flash through my mind, but I wouldn't become aroused like I normally would when I'd have such memories. Plus, I had lost the card he gave me, or so I thought.

I came home from work one Friday afternoon, and found my wristlet wallet on the floor. At first, I was spooked because I didn't know how it got there, then realized I had knocked it down rushing out the door that morning. I went to put it away when I realized it was open and there was something inside. It was Zylen's card, right where I remember putting it.

I looked at the card for a moment or two, but it remained blank. Tears welled up in my eyes; one fell down my cheek and landed on the card.

"Why are you crying, Phoebe?"

I gasped, looked up, and turned around. There was Zylen standing in my bedroom wearing some kind of uniform. It reminded me of the one I pictured in my head the night we danced. I tried to speak, but no words came out. So instead, I just rushed into his arms, held him tight, and sobbed.

Zylen wrapped his arms around me and held me close as I wept for several minutes. I could hear him say, "It's all right Phoebe, I'm here now."

Finally, I was able to pull myself together enough to speak. "How did you get into my apartment?"

"Phoebe, I can stop time remember?"

How quickly I had forgotten. I pulled away and grabbed a tissue, drying my eyes and wiping my nose. "I was sure I had lost your card."

"No, it wasn't lost. Your mind was still trying to process what we had done that night. My sister picked that up when she touched your arm. It was her idea for me to stay away for so long."

"I still don't understand."

Zylen sighed. "Phoebe, the night we shared was so magical for me that I didn't want to let you leave, but I could feel your mind struggling with all we had done. When my sister came to you later, to tell you it wasn't a dream, she felt your mind's struggle to comprehend. We feared that had I not backed off, you might..."

"Might what?"

"We have studied your people for some time. I feared I would damage your mind. Cause... oh what was that word... ah... insanity."

That made me pause. He stayed away for fear of making me insane. Yet, I didn't think that was possible. However, I couldn't remember the last time I dreamed, or even the way he made me feel.

"Is that why I haven't dreamt since that night?"

"That was Zyana's doing."

"Who?"

"Zyana, my sister. She blocked your dreams for fear they might harm you."

"But I've slept so well."

"That was so you mind could process our time together."

"You mean the sex."

Zylen smiled. "Yes, the sex."

"I'm not sure I understand why. I've had sex before."

"Physical sex yes, but not our sex. Not the mental link we shared. It was why your orgasm were so intense and you struggled to keep focus. I felt this turmoil within you, but did nothing at first. I was too wrapped up in my own feelings. Then, I realized I was losing you, so I made myself cum as I did before when you had me in your beautiful mouth. Zyana feared I might have damaged you so after you were back in the bar, she waited for you to be alone and then, well, you know the rest."

I bit my lower lip. I hardly knew Zylen yet he seemed to care for me so much. "So why are you here now?"

"You wanted me to come back. You had my card in your hands."

"But... it didn't work."

"Yes it did. I'm here aren't I?"

I started to answer, then hesitated. I stepped away from Zylen and gathered my thoughts. Finally, I turned to him and said, "Zylen, why are you here? Why now?"

"I'm here because you wanted me here. I'm here because I told you when you held the card it would instruct you what to do. Zyana blocked your memories until you were ready to talk."




The Microbrew



"But what do you want?"

"Me?" Zylen asked. It seemed my question surprised him.

"Yes. What do you want?"

"You, Phoebe. I want you. Zyana may have blocked your memories, but not mine. There hasn't been a moment since I left that bar that I haven't thought of you. You've been on my mind so much that even my commanding officer was concerned."

"Commanding officer?"

"I work on the ship I took you on, but I'm not the commanding officer. The night I took you on board only a few of us were on the ship including Zyana. They were afraid you might think we were going to harm you, so they hid when I brought you on board. And after your little panic attack, it was a good call."

"What are you then?"

Zylen bit his lower lip, then said, "Medical officer."

An alien doctor. Well, my mother would be happy I finally hooked up with a doctor. "And what we did wasn't for some sick experiment was it?"

"No. I went to the bar with Zyana to listen to the music when I saw you walk in. I sent the special drinks to you, and then when I was ready, I asked you to dance."

"What was it? The drinks I mean."

"I guess it's like your Earth beer. It's my personal favorite."

"I really did like it. What happened to the picture I took of the label?"

"Zyana deleted off your phone while we were... um... together."

I smiled. I was finally not feeling so crazy. "Why didn't the waitress remember the drink?"

"Zyana again. She is a medical officer like me. The difference is, her specialty is the mind, and mine is the body."

"If she was in the bar, with you, how did she get on the ship?"

"I sent her onboard when I went to meet you. Again Phoebe, you forget, we can stop time."

"Yeah, how do you do that?"

"Well, truthfully, we don't stop time, we slow it down. The reason the ship was at the bar door was... oh... it's kinda complicated."

"Try me. I'm not an idiot."

"No, you're not. It would be easier if I could show you like I did on our ship."

I got nervous. I liked it when he touched me, but I did fear the insanity risk. "Will it cause me harm?"

"No. Zyana taught me a better way to connect with you that won't risk your mind."

"Okay."

Zylen stepped up and put his hands on my face. A peaceful, calming sensation filled my mind and body. Then I saw it all, the ship, the way they slow time, and I understood. The problem is, I can't explain it, nor am I going to try. You'll just have to take my word for it, it was really fucking cool.

"Wow," I said when Zylen finished.

"Yeah, I think so too."

"So, that still leaves me with one question."

"And that is?"

"Why are you here?"

"You called me."

I sighed. I could see I wasn't asking the question the right way. "Zylen, you could have left a long time ago. You didn't need to tell or show me all that you have. Why did you come back? Why me?"

"Oh," he said, then smiled. "I came back for you because... I want to be with you. I want... oh Phoebe... I want to share my life with you."

"Me?" His statement came as a huge surprise to me.

"Yes Phoebe, you."

"Here on Earth?"

"Well, no. I wanted to take you with me on our ship. Our commanding officer has said you're welcome to join us."

My heart swelled with joy. He wanted me. A sexy, handsome man, wanted... me. Then, reality hit me hard. "I... I... I can't."

Zylen's face sunk. "Why?"

"Well... remember what your sister said about my mental issues."

"Zyana can help with that."

"Then there's my students. If I were to leave now, they'd have a string of shitty substitute teachers. I can't do that to them."

"But Phoebe, I... I... I love you."

I bit my lower lip. "You don't know me."

"Yes... I do. I read your mind, remember?"

I sighed. I looked around my room. That's when I saw the answer. "Zylen, how soon must we leave?"

"There is no rush," he said, his voice sounded so down and sad.

"Could we stay until say... June or July? It's only a few months away."

Zylen looked up at me. "I know there was much talk about extending our stay."

"If I could finish up the school year with the kids, then I could just... disappear over the summer. And during that time, you could teach me about your world, and your sister could work with me so I don't lose my mind."

Zylen smiled that strange but beautiful smile and said, "And then you would come with me?"

"Maybe. I want to get to know you better first."

Zylen wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard. I melted under his lips. I pulled back and gasped, "I need you Zylen. I need you to fuck me and fuck me hard."

"But what about-"

"Without the mind connection!" I shrieked. "Just fuck me like a man!"

I was beyond horny and I had to have him. It was almost like a flood gate of desire had been opened within me that only his cock could fill and fix. Zylen and I stripped quickly. His cock was hard and his tentacle appendages were seeking me out, my pussy was wet and ready. I climbed onto my bed, on my hands and knees and said, "If you need to make a quick connection to know what to do, then do it. But please Zylen, fuck me now."

Zylen put his hands on my head for a brief moment, then moved behind me so he was standing on the floor. I moved so my knees were on the edge of my bed and my feet hung over. Zylen grabbed my hips and guided his cock into my pussy. I moaned as I felt him fill me like before. Then I waited as one of the tentacle appendages entered my ass.

"Now fuck me, damn it!" I growled.

"My pleasure," he replied.

Zylen began to thrust, fucking me hard like on the ship. The difference this time was he wasn't using the mind connection like before. Thought the difference was noticeable, it didn't take from the sex. The double penetration sex was even more incredible without it, though I didn't want to tell him that. I could focus on how amazing his huge cock felt in my pussy as he thrust, and how the tentacle in my ass fed my desire. The other appendage rubbed my clit as Zylen fucked me. It didn't take long before my first orgasm hit.

"Don't stop!" I cried.

"No ma'am."

I felt Zylen's fingers dig into my hip as he pumped his cock and tentacle within me. Each thrust filled me more. I could hear the squishing, slapping sound from our union. Sweat formed all over my body and my second orgasm raged through. I moaned, screamed, and cursed.

"I'm... I'm close Phoebe. I can't stop it."

"Then don't!"

Zylen's pace increased so he was pounding me with a violent force. I clawed at my bedding under my hands as I felt my breasts swing in the air. Zylen growled and I felt his cock pulse as he filled me with his cum. My pussy clamped down for a third and final orgasm, milking his cock. Even the tentacle in my ass pulsed and I'm sure it squirted something there as well. My limbs buckled and I fell onto my bed, with Zylen still inside me, and on my back. We stayed like that for a bit, Zylen kissing my shoulder and back until his cock and tentacle slipped out. I could feel the sticky cum leaking out.

"Oh Phoebe," moaned Zylen, softly, "that was incredible."

"Thanks," I gasped. It was hard to breathe with him on my back. Zylen slid off me, laying by my side and stroked my hair. I turned toward him and smiled.

He said, "I never thought sex without the mind connection would be so... amazing."

Now that it was over, and I was starting to come to my senses, I realized what I had done, and what I had said.

"Zylen."

"Yes Phoebe."

"Do you know why I got so aroused when you kissed me?"

"My best guess, my sister did something."

"But why?"

"If I had to guess, it was to keep you safe. Your mind that is."

"And why did your kiss cause me to react that way?"

"It must have been the trigger. She knew how I felt about you. Maybe she figured you would only kiss me if you felt the same way."

"I don't know you well enough to know how I feel, yet."

Zylen kissed my head. "Well my dear, we have time to find out."

I smiled. "We do indeed."

The remainder of the school year was interesting. I taught my kids during the week, and met with Zylen and his sister Zyana on the weekends and vacations. Turns out she had put a block in my mind to keep me from reliving that night too much, and thus risking my sanity. She just didn't realized it would cause such a rush of hormones that would make me a temporary nymphomaniac. Luckily, it was a short-lived reaction. I met the ship's commanding officer and other crew members. Zyana helped me better understand the mental connection they could perform, and Zylen, well, he just fucked me silly.

In early June, I bade my students goodbye, and wished them a good summer. I packed up my room, completed my reports, and left. Zylen met me at my apartment once, again wearing his uniform from the ship.

"Good afternoon Phoebe."

"Good afternoon Zylen."

"Is your school year over?" I could hear the anticipation in his voice.

"Yes Zylen, it is."

"And have you made a decision?"

I walked into my kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Zylen's special microbrew. He made sure I always had some in my fridge.

"I have."

"And?"

I took a few sips, then said, "And, I'd like to go visit my parents next week."

"Oh, that sounds nice," he said, not sounding all that thrilled.

"To tell them goodbye."

I took another sip of my microbrew and watched Zylen. It took a moment or twelve for him to realize what I had said. "Goodbye?"

"Yeah, because I'm going to be leaving Earth with the man I love."

Zylen's head snapped up and he stared to walk toward me. "You're what?"

I smiled, set the bottle down, and wrapped my arms around him. "I'm going to be leaving Earth with the man I fell in love with."

Zylen wrapped his arms around me. "Really?"

"I love you Zylen. You don't need to read my mind to know I'm telling you the truth."

Zylen kissed my tenderly, and held me tight. "I love you too, Phoebe."

A few day later we went to visit my parents. At first, they weren't impressed with Zylen, especially when I told them we were getting married. My mother loved the fact I was marrying a doctor; my dad was trying to be happy I found someone finally. Neither were happy about the trip to Reno I insisted on, or the fact for the most part, Zylen and I eloped. Even though they did come with us, along with Zyana, and Dad got to give me away, it wasn't the big wedding Mom always dreamt of for me. I knew there was only one thing to do, tell them the truth.

At first, they were furious with me for lying. They were sure I was really pregnant, which sadly, I wasn't. Then, Zylen used his mind connection to show them the truth. I had him show Mom first, because I knew she'd understand and would be a huge help with Dad. I was right; after she stopped crying that is. Not only did she understand Zylen better, she also felt how much he loved me. Dad on the other hand, let's just say he and Zylen had a long, private, father to son talk one day on the lake. Neither Zylen nor Dad would tell me what they talked about, but Dad assured me he knew the truth.

On our last day, Mom presented me a photo album filled with pictures of my childhood, my high school and college graduation, and my wedding. She said it was so I never forgot them, or my life here on Earth. Dad took Zylen off for another "fishing trip" on the lake, and one last talk. Our last dinner was bittersweet and heartbreaking. I was starting to think I had made a huge mistake, when my dad told me how proud he was of me, and how he knew I was doing the right thing.

The next morning, we packed our things and bade our goodbyes. Mom and I both cried as we hugged one last time. Dad shed one tear, then kissed my cheek and told Zylen if he ever hurt me, he'd hunt him down no matter where in the universe we were. They both hugged Zylen and welcomed him to our family. I was so happy I had been honest with them, even if it did hurt a bit.

In mid-July, Zylen and I walked out of my apartment, and were never seen by anyone on Earth again. I boarded Zylen's ship, and became the newest member of the ship's crew. Though they had no need for a teacher, it turned out there was a job I could do, and do well. I'd try to describe it, but I really can't. Since I can't perform the mind connection like Zylen, or the others, there's nothing I can do to make you understand.

My life is much happier now than it ever was before. Zylen treats me like a queen and Zyana is my best friend. The crew has been amazingly supportive with me. Though I've yet to see his home world or meet the rest of his family, I sure they will be as amazing as Zylen and Zyana are.