A/N: Hey, if you are new to my stories than i just want to say hello, welcome. My stories tend to be on the smutty side as you will be able to tell so hopefully you enjoy that type of work. and for those of you who are familiar with my stories than welcome back. This story was commissioned so its a bit different from my usual stuff but i ended up enjoying the story quite a bit. The Commissioner has established that they will be interested in multiple chapters so if you like what you've seen then please follow and review because more will be coming. thanks.
Tag(s): Mating, Oral, cowgirl, Cross-species relationship, shape-shifting.
Pairing: Wally/Megan.
Words: 11,889
Chapter 1
With a thin sheen of perspiration adorning her brow, droplets of sweat ran down her dark green skin. M'gann's heart hammered in her chest, its pounding filling her ears with a deafening thrum. Flipping the pages over and over, the fear in her eyes was obvious as her normally calm and petit features were twisted with worry.
She scanned the pages over and over, her hands and shoulders trembling. Having checked and re-checked the numbered sheets before her, she was searching for a reason, any reason other than the one she was seeing. Her frantic search gradually slowed until finally her hands came to rest, their thin digits gripping the edges of the ravaged day calendar.
A day circled in red marker stood out against the white pages clearly visible between her fingers. There was no mistaking it; no way around it, today was that day.
For a female martian, her time of maturity was normally a celebrated occasion. It was the beginning of her bonding cycle, the time in which she would find the other half of her entire being. If she were still on mars she could have expected congratulations, cheers of encouragement from family and friends alike with no shortage of willing suitors trying for her eye. But here on earth it became another issue entirely.
"Uncle J'onn said I had a month to be ready...why...why didn't he say it was an EARTH month?"
Her hands balled over the calendar as her mind processed just how she should proceed given the circumstances and her situation. Already her body felt strange, hot despite the frigid setting of her room's thermostat. The skin of her current transformation tightened and was only becoming more constraining with each breath. The worst however, was the achingly hollow sensation that had blossomed within her chest. All of these symptoms combined with her difficulty concentrating made her feel fragile; like she would crumble to dust at any moment.
The heat was only getting worse alongside her steadily increasing heart rate, she felt like she was running through the red sands of mercury, and all the poor teen could do was moan in discomfort as she ran her fingers through her sweaty locks of red hair.
Everything was just as she had been warned. It was exactly like J'onn had told her it would be. Today was that day of all days. And once again she scolded herself for forgetting to check the calendar he had given her.
Her thoughts raced, one plan after another flashing through her mind of what options she had, what she could do, and how she would handle this. But whenever they came to Superboy as a possibility she would flinch.
As much as she wanted it to be him, as much as she knew he had feelings for her, she knew she couldn't involve him with this, not yet anyways. He just wasn't ready mentally or emotionally for something like this. She'd only just managed to get him comfortable with physical contact and using her telepathy when on missions. To force something like this on him would be nothing short of cruel and she would never allow him to be harmed if she could help it.
Especially by her.
"I thought everything would work out when he joined us. It's why I told Uncle J'onn that I would be fine, that I could handle this myself...I just had no idea that..."
It wasn't his fault; she knew that plain as day. But she had hoped he would be more like the other males she had observed since arriving on earth. They certainly didn't seem to have any problems responding when a girl made it clear she was interested in them. He just needed more time, they needed more time, and everything would be perfect.
She could postpone it. Somewhat. It didn't happen often, because why should it? Why continue going through life alone when you had the opportunity to find that one person who was willing to become part of you, and you them. But it could be done. If she could just lock herself away and wait through the compulsions, after a week or two they would pass, and she could then easily wait another year before they would return.
Fine, so what if he wasn't ready this time? It was only six hundred and eighty seven days until her next bonding cycle. Almost two earth years was more than enough time, right?
Her fists tightened with realization as her plan came together. "So this is my only choice..."
The more she considered it, the more she realized this really was her only option, and she could already feel her thoughts turning to the safe haven that was her Bio-Ship.
Placing the calendar aside carefully, she rose from her bed and stood for a moment to collect herself and her thoughts. She just had to leave and find someplace she could wait this out. Somewhere she would be completely alone and isolated from anyone and everyone, like the bottom of the ocean, or maybe even the moon... For their safety as well as hers.
She knew she would have to explain things to her teammates later. And she would, through video. If she ever gathered the courage to do so. Lying was wrong, but the truth... her green cheeks shifted to a darker shade as she forced that particular thought down before poking her head outside her room, checking both ways to make sure the coast was clear before making her escape. Once she was satisfied that there was nobody around, she made her move.
Taking first a cautious step out, she then waited several moments and listened carefully for the telltale sounds of footsteps, but hearing nothing she allowed a small smile to grace her strained features. The base seemed almost deserted, something she was thankful for as she made her way to the hanger with quick purposeful strides. Not even halfway down the hallway however she felt something in her body shift.
Shuddering, the ache in her chest became a pleasant flutter. Crossing her arms around herself uncertainly she picked up her pace once a warm pulse began running through her to accompany the flutter.
Up until now it had only been an unbearable heat, nothing even remotely...pleasant like this. At the same time, the stiff, claustrophobic sensation of her own skin tightening increased to a worrying degree. Even worse she could feel it… moving, rippling of its own accord into a shape she hadn't willed.
The thought that she was losing control of her shapeshifting powers was a worrying one, almost equal to what would happen if she didn't get to the hanger. Gritting her teeth she tried ignoring it, concentrating instead on her getaway and just where she was going to spend the duration in waiting."If I hurry, I can make it in-"
"Hey, watch it!" She stopped, eyes widening as she noticed for the first time she was no longer alone. Standing before her was Robin, a clear grimace of annoyance visible on his face even through his mask. Shifted in an awkward angle, it wasn't too difficult to understand why either.
Arms spread out with a can of soda in one hand; the other was balancing a large box of pizza overhead. In her rush, she'd nearly crashed right into him, forcing him to dodge and contort to protect his precious lunch.
"What's going on with her? She might be an airhead but she's never that distracted..."
M'gann blinked as she heard his voice but failed to see his lips move as he spoke. Had she just...read his mind? Without even meaning to? Great, just what she needed. Another power going haywire. As if the universe itself was answering her sarcastic thought she felt her hand spasm. Glancing down her eyes widened at seeing her human shaped fingers gone, replaced by the three digit claw she'd grown up with and known for her entire life.
Throwing it behind her back, blind panic coursed through her as she tried to force its shape back to 'normal'. What had once been an action as thoughtless and easy as breathing was now straining, something she actually had to force and mold with her mind. And even then, the result had to be reinforced lest her concentration slip and it return to her original shape.
She shook her head to banish the fear of her friend seeing any part of her in its natural state. "S-Sorry," she muttered, feeling that pleasant warmth once again pulse through her body. Turning and increasing her pace to a near jog towards the hanger she didn't bother to say anything else, only hearing a mental "Huh?" from the boy in red. His thoughts slowly turning towards pleasant times in front of the large television, their odd encounter falling to the back of his mind where it would lie forgotten.
M'gann was glad he'd left her alone, that it was hearing his thoughts, not his words that caused the warmth to pulsate was not lost on her. As the distance between her and the Boy Wonder increased her mind was able to turn its attention back to just where she would be spending the foreseeable future. "The moon, definitely the moon, I can easily wait this out on the dark side until this passes. If anyone asks I'll just tell them it was something personal, they won't ask too much if I say that,"she thought, already having in mind exactly what crater was going to become her temporary home.
Möbius had a lovely view this time of year.
Her relief didn't last as long as she'd liked, however, as another warm pulse surged through her. This one noticeably stronger than the previous.
Arms tightening around herself she dug her fingernails into her sides, the tiny pricks of pain helping her resist the new-found urges and push down the dull ache she was feeling between her thighs.
"So this is what it's like; what my people go through when they start their bonding cycle. Gods, how do they have the willpower to get through this? Is this really what I've been looking forward to for the last forty years?" Her internal thoughts ground to a halt when yet another pulse seared her mind and body. Unlike the one she felt with Robin, this one had a much sharper edge to it, and she nearly tripped as her body fought to seek out its source.
Before it had been like a shout or a cry, this time was more like…a call, a very direct and very intentional call.
"Hey, Meg!" She stopped, her conscious mind finding itself increasingly annoyed and frustrated with her need to respond to the others constantly interrupting her attempted escape. Meanwhile her unconscious thoughts were pulling at her like a massive beast on a chained leash.
Turning, her eyes were met with a curious Artemis and at her side Superboy, whose expression was as unreadable as ever.
Those cobalt blue eyes of his, hard as steel but yearning to prove himself and to protect others. Something that was quite easy for the young man even when you discounted his extraordinary powers. Physically, he was beyond impressive. Strong, with broad shoulders, and large hands. Every inch of his body was flawless, perfection incarnate. A muscular body that rivaled anything sculpted during the Renaissance.
Eyes shifting just barely to the side, her gaze then came to rest on Artemis. Long, flowing blonde hair that reached well down her back framing an exotic pair of dark grey eyes.
Unlike Superboy, she possessed a lithe body with strength that belied her thin frame. Despite that, it was far from lacking in terms of build. Her arms and legs were like liquid metal, springs coiled and ready to release their pent up energy at a moment's notice. These were perfectly in balance with her feminine curves rather than offset by them, a pair of surprisingly large breasts, wide hips and a very generous ass. She'd more than once caught herself mentally comparing her body with the blonde Asian's since their first op, distinctly recalling her strong back and toned thighs from the shower room...
"Am I..." she wracked her brain trying to remember what it was she had been warned Wally would do... "Am I checking them out?" she found her own body betraying her once again, this time in the form of a blush darkening her green cheeks.
Another warm surge passed through her as Artemis looked first at Superboy, then back at her. M'gann's nostrils flared at the sudden spike, the scents of the two teens filling her mind as her eyes continued to quite literally drink in their forms.
She was now acutely aware of the orange scented shampoo and olive soap Artemis used. Crisp but also soothing, it was a stark contrast to the unscented products Superboy used. Though she could detect something that just happened to escape her at the moment. It wasn't as strong as the fruity scents of her friend, but it was noticeable and stood out like spice in an otherwise bland recipe.
"Me and big boy here were discussing our last mission. We just wanted to know who you'd vouch for if it came to a one-on-one with that assassin,"
"Her name was-"
"Not important," she waved him off. "So?" Both of them were eying her down intently, something she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with thanks to her current dilemma. Already she could feel a bead of sweat running down her back and another down the side of her neck.
"Don't shift, don't shift, don't shift!"
Her voice stammered. "I…don't think I could say. You're both v-very skilled and always do-"
"Is everything okay?"
"Oh gods."
"Kaldur, just the guy we were looking for after Missy over here."
"We agreed it'd only be her opi-"
"Not important," Artemis again cut off the boy of steel.
The trio talked amongst themselves, gesturing towards her every now and then but largely they were in their own little world. M'gann did her best to maintain as much control on her posture as possible, but couldn't control the occasional cringes and low moans as she felt her pulse and temperature continuing to rise.
Another warm surge struck her and she wasn't able to resist rubbing her thighs together. A warm wetness gathering at their apex. As suddenly as the voices were drowned out, they returned.
"So, you were saying?"
"I-I can't- could we discuss this some other time?" Her grip on her sides tightened.
"Is something wrong with her...?"
''That's new."
"Wonder what's eating her..."
Thoughts, their thoughts, ran through her mind simultaneously. She looked at each of them briefly, observing their forms as their thoughts were washing over her once again.
Superboy was focused on her odd movements, his eyes focused on her shifting thighs. Kaldur was more worried about her nervousness and how she was taking steps backwards away from them. Then there was Artemis, whose mind was most concerned with… Superboy's anatomy, and the things she would do with it if given the chance.
Flashing across her mind were images of the blonde Asian's naked body pressing itself against Superboy's equally nude form; her firm breasts against his muscular torso as his hands ran down her shoulders and back, reaching down to her ass and taking one full cheek in each. She could hear the archer moaning in satisfaction while grinding against the Boy of Steel's abs, her body molding itself perfectly against his chiseled torso, a loud smack echoing followed by a sharp sting and squeal of delight.
The more she focused on Artemis' thoughts, the more the urges felt uncontrollable, the more she could see herself in her place as the young man ran his hands down to her thighs and hefting her up higher onto his lap. The two images then blurred together so that she could see herself and Artemis with Superboy, each trapping one of his legs between their theirs as they grinded against it, only to shift once more to just the two of them alone, the blonde having pinned her arms in place with one hand, sinking her teeth into the tender flesh of her neck as her tongue and lips tasted and teased the warm skin, the other hand working itself deeper and deeper into her core as their entwined legs tensed and thrust in sync with her nimble digits.
The last one, she realized, had not been from her own mind.
Swallowing, M'gann took another step back. "I...have to go."
Without giving them a chance to reply she was off. Literally. Feet off the floor she flew down the hallway as quickly as she could; putting as much distance between herself and the mental images Artemis had floating around in her head as possible. She didn't know what they were, but they were too close, too similar to her own, enough so that her already weakened self control was now clinging by a thread.
Another warm pulse shot through her, this one far stronger than the previous had been. It was taking conscious effort just to remain aloft as something within her began to boil. Her heart was already beating faster than ever before, now demanding something from her she barely understood.
She didn't know how she'd rid herself of these...urges, but at the same time she didn't want to risk anything with her teammates and friends. She would take care of her problem herself once she was away, once they were safe.
The hanger was close, very close. She could feel the presence of her Bio-Ship within her mind, her oldest and dearest friend sensing her distress and indicating it was ready to take her wherever she needed to go. Relief set on her as the distance between them was only a matter of meters. But as soon as that relief came, it fled as an unexpected figure stepped foot in her path, and this time there wasn't enough time for her to stop.
Time froze as Kid Flash seemed to appear out of nowhere. He was barely able to glance up at her with a surprised look before she crashed into him like a missile and sent them both tumbling down what was left of the hallway in a tangle of limbs right outside the hanger door. M'gann herself ended up on the bottom, with Wally's cheek resting against hers, their bodies pressed together so closely that she could feel his heartbeat against her breast and his breath against her neck.
Wally was up first, on his feet and shaking himself from the disorientation of their collision and rubbing the back of his neck. Looking around, his eyes widened at a slowly recovering M'gann.
"Meg!" Kneeling back down at her side he closed the space between them before glancing over her body same as he always did. "Are you alright?"
Eyes closed, she nodded several times, cringing as she could feel his thoughts crash against her mind, worry and concern for her wellbeing mingled and mixed with the same appreciation he always had when he saw her. Thinking he'd hurt her when she failed to move further, his heart sunk, and a weak moan barely escaped her throat as she felt his concern suppressing his usual desire for her.
He carefully gave her a once over, starting at her feet, then up her long legs, soft thighs and hips to her flat stomach, over the swell of her bust, he gave her arms a quick look before his eyes moved back up her swanlike neck until his piercing green eyes came to rest on her face. He had been quite through, and she could hear him listing off everything in the back of his mind, looking for any broken bones sticking out of place or bruises that might have formed.
When she continued to remain still his mind automatically went into the worst case scenario of a concussion before moving closer to her, the scent of his shampoo and body wash filling her senses as much as his presence was her mind. With a surprising level of tenderness his hands touched her face, his thumbs carefully pulling down so he could see her eyes to make sure they weren't dilated before easing himself back slightly. "M'gann...god, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't see you coming and-are you alright?" he asked when he noticed her eyes barely reopening and looking around weakly.
What Wally had mistaken for pain, however, was in fact relief. One that swept over her so swiftly she couldn't begin to understand what had caused it. All she did know was the before her world had been a wash of anxious fear and discomfort. But basking in Wally's mind and warm emotions her entire body sighed in relief.
The heat? It was still there but was muted by his own natural temperature as he pressed against her. The aching flutter in her chest? His worry and concern poured into her, filling the hollow sensation. Her shapeshifting? By the time she thought to remember her transformation the entire disguise should have unraveled. But it hadn't. In fact, under Wally's inspection, her form had calmed down almost immediately.
It was like finding a life raft in the middle of a sea of chaos. So it only made sense that she would want to latch on and hold tight for dear life.
M'gann opened her eyes slowly, much like humans did after savoring an especially pleasant taste or aroma. "He must have just left the showers," she mused at seeing his lower half covered only by a loosely tucked towel. His nudity didn't disturb her however; clothing was an aspect of human culture after all. But seeing him without it did leave her with… thoughts.
Her eyes traveled upwards taking in the sprouting features of a thin but still very well defined chest and toned arms. And while no bodybuilder he was quite healthy and well developed, charming in his own way. Not to mention how she always seemed to be the focus of his thoughts.
Some of the heat from before surged through her. A flash of worry surfaced but was quickly quelled. Still alien and different, this time it wasn't nearly as stifling, leaving only the lingering pleasure that ran down her chest.
"Can't lay there forever," he said half-jokingly as he took her hand. Even in this he was gentle, minding any bruises or injuries he may have caused, not once had it entered his thinking that she was the one who had run into him. "Ready?"
Nodding in response, M'gann couldn't help focusing on their clasped hands. Skin on skin, she was once again able to take in his heat which so sweetly battled her own. A side effect she discovered was how it left her body humming wherever they touched. It was strange and part her understood that she should question it, but compared to the hollow pain and scorching heat from before this was obviously preferable.
Perhaps more worrying was the effect it was having on her mind. Since their collision she'd been so overwhelmed by the relief of her symptoms that she hardly bothered to even consider why.
Without even realizing it, she was already latching onto him- Urging her mind closer to his to bathe in his soothing warmth. Part of her vaguely recognized what this meant, that mentally she and Wally were actually compatible despite the differences in their species. Which was the last thing she wanted to happen, yet the thought of pulling away and losing herself back to the pain made her want to cry out in protest.
Placing his other hand over hers, Wally was pulling her up when he felt a gentle tugging sensation, followed by a sudden cool breeze. A gasp from the martian only added to his fears.
"The towel...ack! Damn it!" Releasing his hold on her his hands rushed downward, tugging fiercely at the dropped towel to cover himself once more. He had to ignore the dull thud but the soft whimper that followed overwhelmed even his sense of modesty and embarrassment.
Looking back up at the martian girl he'd just dropped in favor of covering himself, his heart sank once more when he saw a glimmer in her eyes. It wasn't long before tears could be seen welling up, ready to spill from her soft green orbs.
"God damn it, why did I do that? How could I have just dropped her!? First I'm in her way, then I drop her because of a stupid towel, what's left for me to screw up?"
Distance, even that small amount threatened M'gann's sanity as she felt the comfort and pleasure of Wally's mind fade from her own like the setting sun. It had become a drug, and the more she received the more she needed just to keep herself from falling apart.
She needed to be close to him. She needed to be touching him. Only long enough for her to gather the strength she needed to reach her ship and run away of course. But until then the need to be near him was overwhelming, enough that her following actions seemed naturally sensible.
"Meg, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I, it just fell, and I-" his apology was interrupted by an unseen force yanking him down as he was about to try and help her up again. And before he knew it, he was face to face with the martian teen, a warm pleasant sensation spreading on his lips, the silky smoothness moving along his own wind chapped pair. He was... they were... god...
Like a starved animal she was on him the moment he landed. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest and the rest of her sticking just as closely, her arms looping around behind his neck to keep him right where she wanted him. He involuntarily pressed himself closer onto the martian, molding himself to her soft body and adding pressure to the long-dragging sensation he felt in response to her hips shifting. Not much though, just enough to allow one leg to slip out from under him, its knee rising so that the inside of her thigh was brushing against his hip.
With one hand gripping her by the shoulder, the other softly rubbing along her side between her beltline and bust. If she had any issues with his touch, she was giving off all the wrong signals. She even went so far as to arch into his hands whenever she felt them move.
As their lips continued to become better acquainted and their bodes fought to see whose could conform to the others shape fastest, he couldn't help but notice just how hot her skin felt to the touch. Not some cliché trick of his mind, he could genuinely feel the heat radiating from her like a furnace. Brushing the fingers at her hip around to her back, he pulled her to him, wanting to feel as much of her warmth, as much of her as possible. That's when the already iron grip she had on him strengthened, as did the fierceness of their kiss. It flew into the face of everything he knew of her.
Sweet innocent little M'gann was trying to smother him with her entire body. And he wouldn't have cared if she succeeded at this point. All he wanted to do was hold her close and never let go, to bask in her soft heat.
Could she actually like him, maybe? The thought definitely crossed his mind. Maybe his hours and hours of relentless flirting had finally worn her down. Who's to say this isn't just how martians show affection? The possibility of M'gann really falling for him lifted his spirits and urged him to throw himself even further into the act. Unknowingly crippling the girl pressed against him with his affection and earnest desire for her, to have her, to please her and protect her.
Thanking whoever above had gifted him with a photographic memory at birth, he committed every detail of this moment to memory, carving it deep within his mind where it would remain for as long as he lived.
Be it the soft, warm texture of her skin, the low silky moan in her throat or the spicy floral scent of her hair. Feeling her body pushing against his, from the leg moving up alongside his to the curves he was doing his best not to crush only continued to fan the flames and stoke his desires. However, as much as he wished he could map out every square inch of her body he wasn't an idiot, not a complete one anyways. He followed her lead and focused his waning control on keeping his hands firmly gripped on her shoulder and side, knowing that should they wander even a fraction beyond what she was okay with it could bring an abrupt end to this little visit to paradise.
Kissing, M'gann decided, was nothing at all like she'd imagined. Learning about earth culture she'd seen the act of course, and even understood the chemical significance of finding a compatible mate. But experiencing it for herself was another story entirely. She didn't understand what it was that had pushed her into initiating the human custom, but at that moment it had just felt natural, despite being so alien. And even better, she could feel it affecting the boy she'd physically as well as mentally and emotionally latched onto.
While before they had only been warm, the emotion of his intentions had risen enough to match the heat of her biology. Healing in the light of his thoughts she'd made the mistake of allowing their minds to press too closely. At this point she could actually feel the gratification he was experiencing from having her body against his, and it radiated through her.
The distinctly human pleasure was strange and new, but even further emboldened her to his side. New and strange as it was, the experience was enjoyable, the foreign sensations having a familiar resonance to her own needs. Before she was even aware, she'd all but stripped away the psychic shields of her mind to experience as much of her teammates psyche as she could, in turn leaving her completely unprotected against the constant flow and stream of thoughts and sensations.
He wanted her. She could feel it in the way his blood rushed through his veins and the way his hands laid claim to her skin. He wanted her. And the primitive drive to take and be taken rushed in and through her, twisting her own consciousness. He wanted her. So much that her open mind was helpless but to allow him to have her.
Her mind was degrading, but still aware enough to recognize the open space of the hallway. Generations of instincts screamed at her to run away, to take this precious person she'd discovered and find a safe place to complete the bond without interruption. M'gann resisted these compulsions as best she could, her Bio-Ship being so close helped. But she physically couldn't bring herself to stand up and walk away at this point.
Wally was in the same train of thought, though for different reasons. Naked in the middle of a hallway he could just imagine what Robin, or god forbid, Artemis would say if they found him like this. He tried to think of a way to tell M'gann, but the risk of ending this miraculous miracle was more than enough to keep him silent. He'd waited so long to finally get her attention away from Superboy, and he couldn't ruin his chances now. His need for privacy was strong, but his desire for her was stronger.
Unknown to either of them, their thoughts had already begun trickling between their minds. The shared desires circled each other between their connection, feeding from each other and growing stronger with each passing second. There were plenty of differences, in terms of thought and desire, but the similarities had slowly been drawn to the surface, to the edge so that they were able to entwine. Wally's human mind was capable of fully grasping the weight of such an occurrence, but M'gann's defenseless mind was nearly devoid of higher thinking and was being assaulted by the combination of her needs and his wants syncing so effortlessly.
It was too much for her to resist. She drank the delicious flavor of Wally's mind as though she was starving and it was the most wonderful meal she'd ever tasted. Traces of her own mind tainted the otherwise pure experience but she found herself enjoying it even more than when it had been just Wally, their separate flavors complimenting each other more perfectly than she had ever thought possible. Her biology fusing with his mind, primitive genetic need guided by powerful emotions and hope.
Combined, their message was clear. 'Together, alone. Stay together, but find someplace alone.'
Finally they parted, both gasping for air. Wally blinked several times to clear up his vision, needing to see it really was M'gann he was kissing and not some horrible trick. As his eyes focused and his vision cleared the haze from his mind, he saw her, and his heart swelled. He felt a great, bright subtle joy fill him as the panting visage of the young martian remained, half lidded eyes and lightly bruised lips included. And then the moment of Wally's dream finally coming true was cruelly interrupted.
Depending on your point of view.
Seizing him by the wrist, M'gann rose high, levitating herself so that his feet were no longer able to reach the floor. Wally barely had a chance to realize what was happening before they shot down the hallway at an incredible speed even for him. It was only seconds before everything, once a blur, even to himself, stopped and he became aware of his new surroundings, standing right in front of a door. And, just as fast as he blinked, he found himself falling back onto a bed, a second body falling over his own not a moment later.
They were alone, together, she had found someplace where they could be alone.
She could feel her thoughts being shaped by Wally's. Crawling atop his form, hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders, the pleasure pulsated from his mind and body. She could feel her wants and needs changing to that of his. Leg's parting so that her thighs rested on either side of his hips, the position felt natural, even more so as her chest came to rest on his. In the very back of her mind, the part of her that still recognized that she needed to get away screamed in warning. The reality of what was happening being obvious to anybody that knew what occurred during a martian's bonding period. But the person that was actually in charge of the body did nothing to escape.
She knew she needed to get away, but she was just so tired of fighting against her own body. It felt good to give in, to let it do as it pleased, mature as nature intended.
The more she allowed herself to change, to match Wally's thoughts the better she felt. Not a sense of pleasure, so much as the relief one felt lying in bed after a night of resisting sleep. Even if she wanted to stay awake, the thought of just closing her eyes for a few seconds was too much to not indulge. And that's just what it was. An indulgence. And if she didn't want to fall asleep completely she needed to act quickly, before she was too far gone to remember why she was fighting in the first place.
From him she could sense confusion at what had happened, where they are, but the moment he realized and understood where they were, his thoughts turned to her, and only her.
M'gann lost all sense of control as soon as she felt that 'click' in his mind. The heat rippled with her skin and mind making her feel lose and malleable. And when she felt his eyes on her, on her, taking her in, she gave herself in to the heat that coursed through her, his heat.
"Beautiful. We're on her bed. Are we gonna-? No way, don't think like that. but… maybe…?"
Wally's mind was typical of any fifteen year old boy in his situation. On a bed with a pretty girl, his eyes stared at her dizzy expression with something close to hope. Still mingling her mind with his, M'gann could feel his desires and expectations, felt them as her own. Her heart beat once, and then she could feel herself wanting the same things as he.
The longer this lasted the more of herself would disappear into Wally's identity. Until there was nothing left.
Wally swallowed against his throat, mind racing even with his enhanced comprehension. In front of him M'gann was just staring at him, conflict clear on her face but with her hands braced on his shoulders she looked like she was about to lean in and kiss him. The memory of their last kiss was still clear in his mind, and looking at her soft, red lips he felt his tongue quickly wet his own.
M'gann's features flinched, but otherwise showed no sign of what was going through her mind. Very quickly, however, she leaned in towards Wally and his desire was once again granted as he tasted her impossibly soft lips.
He moaned into her mouth, hormones roaring, and the front of his towel tightening with every heartbeat. For the first time since he got his powers, he was glad the world ran in slow motion from his perspective. It allowed him more time to enjoy and appreciate the moment. And that's exactly what he did, laying back on the bed and pulling the girl of his dreams on top of him as she leaned down and met his lips with her own.
She didn't seem to mind. Actually, she was more enthusiastic than Wally to press herself against him just as she had out in the hallway. Past her lips he could hear her sigh and even moan a bit while shifting her clothed body to rub against his naked chest. More than an ego boost, M'gann's affection only further cemented the possibility of what might happen. Making the young man wonder.
It's not like he didn't respect and care for M'gann. He did. After getting to know her he found that he genuinely enjoyed her sunny disposition and quirks. It was just as much a part of her as her cuteness that made her a breath of fresh air and a sight for sore eyes. But naked and in bed with her it was impossible not to think about what was about to happen. What he was going to see. What he was going to touch. On that last thought, his hands that he had managed to keep respectively on her waist since they resumed their previous activities dared to move lower and brush along the firm curves of her tight, small bottom.
She didn't push him away. Feeling a surge of joy, M'gann responded to the flurry of emotion with a deep moan, and drinking it in as much as she could. His approval, his satisfaction, she wanted it. And nothing cured the hollowness in her chest more than feeling that satisfaction and knowing she was the one responsible. Shifting her hips and arching, she pushed her backside into his busy palms to spur him on even further.
Wally was emboldened by M'gann's response, his confidence shooting through the roof as he caressed and squeezed to his heart's content. Splaying his fingers wide, he took as much of her heavenly green derriere into his hands as he could, gripping for dear life as he pulled her against him, enjoying the way she shyly began swaying her backside. It was impossible for Wally to understand what was going on in M'gann's mind, but the further he went the more she responded by encouraging him to keep going. He'd been nervous at first, terrified about offending her or pushing her too far too fast. But as his mouth opened and he brushed his tongue along her bottom lip he had to admit to himself that he'd never been one to take anything slow.
Her mouth opened, just as he'd hoped. Clinging to his body she was still shifting and squirming on top of him. She paused for a moment, seeming taken aback when his tongue moved to push against hers. But even that hesitation vanished before he had the chance to question it. Tightening her hands on his chest, her tongue returned his attention with her own, licking and swirling and tasting the offered appendage.
It was strange for M'gann, and certainly unexpected. In all her research of earth culture she'd never heard of them… tasting each other. The kisses on Hello, Megan! had been quick, innocent. With only one kiss in its twenty two episodes lasting long enough for her to get the concept of making out.
Feeling him lick her lip she'd opened on instinct. It wasn't until she felt the warm wet sensation of his tongue fill her mouth that's she'd realized what he was trying to do.
Except she didn't. She had no idea. As far her knowledge went, human tongues were designed entirely for tasting food, chewing, swallowing and speaking. But then, she did know. Flashes and images filled her mind with an aspect of human culture she'd never seen before. A sultry blonde in a red dress returning a tuxedo wearing mans passion with her own. A brave young redhead in water soaked clothes showing her gratitude to the young hero who saved her life. A worried brunette sharing one last moment with the man of her heart before losing him forever. The fidgeting lips of a young Asian pilot eagerly returning the affections of her dark skinned lover and melting against her. Before M'gann knew it, she was responding to Wally's invitation. And quite well if the pleasure she was feeling from his thoughts was anything to go by.
Without even realizing it, she was learning from him; seeing memories that weren't her own and establishing them as if she herself had lived them. She was falling deeper and deeper into Wally's mind, bonding it to hers. And worst of all she didn't even recognize it even more.
She'd stepped over the edge.
Wally was still enjoying himself, surprised but pleased at her quick learning. The two continued their heated exchange for a good while, his hands tracing down from her backside to her thighs, then back up and along her sides before repeating the same pattern over and over. Her small hands held fast to him, the movements of her tongue becoming more refined, more reactive, and more receptive to his own until it reached the point she was teaching him. As much as he enjoyed this however, his attention started to crave more. And once again he found himself staring at the edge of a line he knew he shouldn't cross. This didn't stop himself, of course, from moving anyway to run his fingers along the hem of her shirt, his hands moving to lift it over her flat stomach.
In his hast and excitement he seemed to forget just what her clothes were made from. Like her face, hair and skin, the fabric was a part of her, just another aspect of her disguise. So when Wally attempted to remove it, and M'gann realized what the craving in his thoughts were centered on, her reaction was immediate and without pause.
"Just a little higher. Please don't stop me now. Just a little higher. God, will I actually get to see her?" His thoughts poured from his mind like a prayer. A prayer to see her body in all its glory. Images from his imagination flashed through M'gann's mind and she found her shapeshifting powers responding in kind. The clothes she'd formed that morning vanished, her shoes and socks split and opened before sinking into her feet, her skirt almost appeared to roll upwards while her panties dissolved to reveal her thighs and backside, while her blouse parted from the front and retreated from her chest into her back. In the blink of an eye her green skin was completely bare.
"Whoa!" Wally pulled back his tongue, blinking to look down her body; sure enough what little he could see was completely naked. The image of her breasts pressed against his chest made a particularly lovely picture in his memory. Who knew green cleavage could be so arousing? Little did he know, more had changed than just her state of clothing.
Capturing the figure of a human female hadn't been too difficult. Shape wise at least. The details however were a bit harder to duplicate without having anything to look at or study closely. At least until she had the fresh mind of a teenage boy in the throes of puberty as a reference. Along with the disposal of her clothing, the missing details of her anatomy filled in like they'd always been there. Between his biology classes, cursory research in anatomy for art, and a healthy amount of internet 'research' she had everything she needed to flesh out her basic form. His memories and knowledge combined with his imagination flowed into her consciousness, giving shape to the points of pleasure that had been aching between her legs and at the tips of her breasts.
Wally took notice of these changes with keen speed, and moving his hands over her body he quickly focused on her breasts, which were just as soft and supple as they looked and he had imagined. Brushing his thumbs against the erect nubs at their peaks, he couldn't help but notice their coloration was several shades darker than the rest of her green skin.
Palms cradling the soft weight of her chest, he didn't even notice as she sat herself up to allow him a better view, too preoccupied feeling their almost silk like texture and drawing the tips of his fingers across their smooth surface. She was so soft, softer than anything he'd ever touched before, but with that warmth that seemed to be cooking her from the inside out. Watching her expression, he stared in increasing awe as she learned the pleasure that came with having this part of her body fondled.
As for M'gann, she found the experience very pleasant to say the least. Even if it wasn't sexual for her, the way he touched her, so careful yet insistent, as well as the intense burn of his eyes as he watched her every reaction left her heart pounding. Posed above him with her chest jutting out, the fleshy mounds dangled from her body and into his hands. Focusing on her nipples, the thin dexterous length of his fingers pulled on the stubby nubs, twisting them, tweaking them, caressing them with the rough pad of his thumb and rolling them between his fingers.
His attentions were not limited to only her breasts however, though his eyes never strayed away from them long. Cupping her breasts and massaging them carefully, almost with reverence, his hands moved from the twin peaks of her green globes to glide down her sides. Squeezing them together her grinned at the bountiful cleavage they formed before marveling at the flawless expanse of her body. His pale digits trailed from her sides to her back, then downwards, pulling her close as they continued their path down to their intended target.
True, he'd already given her bottom a pretty through examination, but in his mind that didn't really count as it had been clothed at the time. His pale digits slid over her hips to once again take handfuls of soft green flesh, his smile spreading ear to ear when she pushed back into his hands and moaned in approval.
He took his time enjoying her body, watching his hands work her tender curves and seeing how her skin rolled under his fingers. Her supple breasts, flat stomach, soft shoulders, arching back, firm backside and quivering thighs, not one inch was left unmapped or unknown to his touch save the one he knew would be crossing a line he would not risk.
Despite that, he was more than pleased with the bounty he had been presented with and quite eager to enjoy it. Moving his hands back up to cradle her bosom, he tenderly squeezed the two mounds held in his palms, his thumbs pressing into the twin peaks before moving them around in slow, cautions circles. Shifting his hands from where they had been cupping her breasts to their sides he smushed them together carefully and grinned at the sight.
They might not be huge, but there was no denying they had some impressive size to them. The fact that they were real and he was holding them of course meant he didn't really care about their size. She could have been nearly flat and it wouldn't have mattered to him, though his mind was quick to point out and appreciate she was quite the opposite of flat. If there was one word he could use to describe M'gann, it was curvy.
Feeling their weight now pressing into his hands, his smile only grew when the valley of her cleavage deepened. He could have sworn they'd gotten bigger, but he chalked it up to just his imagination. Pushing her breasts together and squeezing them, he was perfectly content to lay there and massage them for as long as possible.
M'gann allowed this, sighing at the pleasure she could feel him gaining from this; as well as a muted, more personal kind of enjoyment from the physical contact. Her skin wasn't as sensitive or responsive to touch as a human's, she understood that, but she did enjoy the attention and his efforts. More importantly however, through his body she could feel where all of this pleasure focused into a single burning point building in his lap. When she moved, it was through instinct, he didn't even need to think it for her to understand he needed to be touched.
She was compelled to reach between their bodies, to move her hand down his chest and past the towel to grasp him. Not even sure how she knew what to do, or how to stroke his sensitive member, but her hand moved along the sensitive organ as though she'd done so a thousand times. Her thumb circled around the swelling head, gathering beads of precum from the tip all the while her fingers carefully and gently massaged and squeezed around his shaft until her thumb had worked up a modest coating. She then shifted her grip so that her palm could continue the work her thumb had abandoned in favor of working carefully around his length. By the time her thumb was drying, her palm had worked up its own coating which was then carefully shifted to run along his manhood. All of the alone and personal time Wally took to take care of himself becoming a guide for her give him the most pleasure possible. And, in turn, her own.
Slowly at first, though not out of caution as much as muscle memory from the teen under her, M'gann began pumping his hardening shaft. A soft grip on the down stroke, she would tighten her silky soft fingers as she pulled up to the head. Feeling the tremor and surge through his mind, she grinned.
Martians didn't have anything close to sex in their culture, at least not the same kind that humans enjoyed. When a bonded pair decided to create life, they would allow their physical bodies to fuse for a short duration to become one being, with the male leaving a portion of their biomass behind upon diffusion that their mate would use along with their own. The process was the most intimate experience their species enjoyed. And while the duration of this exchange was emotionally satisfying, the physical pleasure was all but nonexistent.
But right now she could actually feel what sexual pleasure was. Through Wally, she could feel the tightness in his crotch, the pressure in his chest that rose with his beating heart. She could feel the excitement of seeing her own body pressed against him and how her every touch set a trail of electrifying fire down his.
This, combined with the overwhelming and all consuming melding of their minds left her in a strange, almost lustful daze- if she was even capable of such a thing. Nevertheless, the separate entity that was M'gann M'orzz had all but disappeared. Or, rather, the half of herself that had cried out for completion upon awakening had finally found another soul to satisfy the ache of incompletion.
While M'gann basked in emotional satisfaction, Wally was more than enjoying the physical aspect of their time together. Still laid out on the bed, he watched her as she stroked his aching length; her face heated with a drunken grin and breasts swaying gently with the motions of her hand. Compared to the innocent and naive M'gann that he'd grown to know and love, the image was more than a little startling. But in a way that made him appreciate her even more.
His eyes focused on her freckles and bright green eyes before his attention drifted to her parted lips. Seeing her tongue flick across them, the sinful image of them wrapped around his arousal sprung to life.
"M'gann?" his heavy voice broke through as he felt her freeze on top of him. For a brief second he felt a flash of worry, that maybe he'd finally done something to end this wonderful sequence of events. That worry quickly turned on its head as he watched her blushing face turn towards his chest then up to his face, before slowly turning downwards towards his tented member.
"!" he didn't say anything this time, just gasping and trying not to question what was going on. As fun as this was, the silence was starting to get a little weird. Everything was happening so quickly, even for him! M'gann moved before he even recognized that he wanted it to happen. Part of him wanted to question it, another part of him knew that he should question it. But so closely connected, even he wasn't immune to the effects of a martian psyche so deeply intertwine with his own.
Unlike with M'gann, it was much more subtle an influence, a gentle push, a nudge to keep him going, to keep him from thinking. Even if it were less subtle and more obvious he certainly had no way of even noticing its presence. But already he felt compelled to cater to her wants just as she for him. It just so happened that in her current state the only thing in the world that she wanted was for him to lay there and let her make him happy. Frozen in place, Wally could do little more than watch as M'gann moved down his body, her small hands running down his sides while she situated herself, scooting down the bed, her breasts grazing his skin until she was settled between his legs and opening his towel to reveal his manhood completely.
Heart stopping, breath halting, the world narrowed down to just the two of them as M'gann lowered her face until it was level with the pulsating length of flesh.
His mouth opened in exclamation at feeling her lips settle around the crown of his swollen tip, kissing it tenderly. Equal parts embarrassment and excitement rushed through him from the contact. Even feeling just her lips was incredible. He watched M'gann's expression, somewhere between affectionate and sultry as she ran her lips from his head along the base of his shaft, they both felt his organ bulge with approval. Her cheek nuzzled the spire of flesh before moving back up to his tip, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake.
M'gann repeated this several times. Keeping her lips pursed against his length to leave lines of her saliva to collect against the heated skin, along the bottom, sides, and top, always followed by a path of gentle kisses from her impossibly soft lips working her way back up. Occasionally she darted the tip of her tongue to brush along a point for a moment; tasting the unmistakable male flavor of his erection. Her treatment was careful, but still teasing, and it was everything Wally had ever dreamed of.
Having repeated her pattern enough that he was sufficiently wetted, she finally opened her mouth to accept him, balancing his tip on her bottom lip as she gave it one last kiss before pushing forward. Wally's freckled cheeks darkened further and his eyes widened with her jaw as it stretched to accommodate his girth. In the middle of puberty he'd never felt ashamed of his five and half inches, plus against M'gann's petite mouth and full lips he'd never felt larger.
She accepted him without complaint, the salty tang of his precum leaking onto her tongue as it cradled his underside. Her lips settled around his member, the smooth and veiny texture easily sliding inwards thanks to the liberal coating she'd given it beforehand. Her hands were braced on either side of his thighs, letting her lower her face at her own pace even though the teen under her was too far gone to try anything anyways.
Closing her eyes, the glassy windows disappeared as she threw herself into the act. Far less familiar than the hand job, memories of a different kind guided her through fantasy and daydreams. Thankfully a few internet videos also made an appearance; in the dead of night and with the door double locked. Which all told her how to give Wally what he so desperately needed. Unlike their earlier makout session, or the hand job however, there was a strange duality that her mind had to process from these sources. He wanted this, and he wanted her, but he didn't seem too keen on her copying the raunchier scenes and ideas that were floating around in his head. In the end, her mind interpreted this as 'proper for her' specifically.
It took only a moment for her to decipher these apparently conflicting signals, but drawing more from his fantasies and daydreams that featured her with less inspiration from his 'viewed sources' seemed to be the key. Sucking, licking, kissing, running her tongue along him, all of that was fine so long at her attention remained on his shaft, and that was more than enough for her to work with.
Another aspect of humanity she'd neglected to include with her disguise was a gag reflex, a rather fortunate oversight which made the act all the more pleasurable for the both of them. While still strange, and a bit uncomfortable for her jaw, the swollen head resting on the back of her tongue pushed in and out of her throat with relative ease, her lips insuring the sensitive skin never made contact with her teeth. Even when he neared the back of her throat she simply allowed it, doing her best to lick and suck until the need for air demanded her to surface and draw her lovely red lips along his shaft and up to the ridge of his helmet, only to descend once more and continue the rhythmic bobbing of her head while her hands continued to massage his thighs.
It helped, of course, that she could feel the pleasure she was giving him. Even more so now that they'd gotten so close. Even if her wants and needs weren't being shared between them while performing oral, the novelty of sex would see her continuing if only to experience what this pressure between her legs would lead to. It was insufferable, all consuming, and nagged at her as stubbornly as anything she'd ever felt. This day included. What's more, at a basic level she was aware of the fact that these feelings she was experiencing were not just a reflection from Wally, but a response to him.
They remained like this for a good while, the sounds of his hissing and groaning met by her moaning, sucking and licking, with the occasional pop. Wally had no desire for her to rush, wanting this wonderful dream to last as long as possible, and M'gann couldn't have gone any faster even if she'd wanted to. With every passing second their thoughts and feelings grew more and more in tune with the others, synergizing to the same wavelength until they couldn't be distinguished anymore. What had started with a few key similarities, shared needs, wants and desires had continued to grow as their minds and subconscious were able to find more and more connections and similarities, building onto each other and reinforcing each thread to make it stronger, weaving and winding their consciences around the pillars both shared between them as individuals to help support those that one side did not. In particular, the focus and cornerstone of their bonding, on which set the point for them to reach, seemed to build around the simple sensation of pleasure and emotion of need.
During his leisurely enjoyment of the redheaded martian quite literally showering his aching member with her affection, in the back of Wally's mind he willed himself not to fire off too early. To that effect, M'gann was always prepared for the inevitable burst of semen whenever he was near release, slowing just before he reached the point of no return, even removing her lips entirely if he got too close. Repeated again and again, the need for release was beginning to encroach over everything else. Until it was the only thing left in Wally's mind.
M'gann was very much in the same position herself. She wasn't actually compelled to have an orgasm; they'd progressed enough that she couldn't even tell her own body from Wally's anymore. They were still separate, but as one mind living through two sets of senses. No, her need was similar, but at the same time extremely different. Like Wally she yearned for completion. Like Wally, her existence had narrowed down to just the two of them with the intention of becoming one. The difference lay in just what those things meant for her.
A fine layer of sweat covered Wally's body, pouring from his sharp features and warm red hair. Gasping, his fingers balled into the covers, clenching tighter each time he felt himself approach the edge of release. With her hands caressing his thighs, M'gann's lips were covered in a mixture of saliva and precum. The same state as his cock, glistening in the warm lamp light set beside her table.
"I-I need…"
Wally's thought stopped there; intelligible and cognitive thought becoming ever fleeting as their minds continued to mingle and merge. It was like his mind was devolving, becoming more and more basic to make the addition of another's consciousness that much more easy to transition. Over and over the same thoughts, the same needs flashed across his psyche, his and hers continuing to weave together.
'Completion. Complete me. I need to cum. We need to become one.'
The same thoughts, the same desires, the same needs were rising to the forefront of the two teenage minds, one human, one martian, one male, the other female. All the while the bond continued to deepen, neither aware of just how different those same words, those same thoughts, those same needs meant to the other. At this point however, it no longer mattered.
"M'gann. I need M'gann." More than anything else, this stood out as clear as hell; the recognition of the girl on top of him and his need to experience her was as vital to his existence as breathing. With her mouth wrapped around his cock, she quickly became the center of his world. Where no one and nothing else could hope to survive.
"Wally, I need Wally." Feeling his need, his desire for her, the raw emotions surging through him shone as bright as a flare in the deepest cavern. At this point, he wasn't just vital to her existence, he had become her existence. His thoughts and emotions focused on her, filled her, and enveloped her until there was literally nothing left.
More of a series of urges and images, the truth of what Wally craved soon made itself apparent. The part of Wally's brain that struggled to makes sense of what was happening likened the process of bonding to the only thing he could compare it to. He could hear her thoughts; his mind was able to comprehend the words, but not their meaning, not their context. Feeling her need to be completed and to accept him into her body, the direction of their actions could only lead to a single result.
Pulling her lips from his dick, M'gann's brilliant green eyes opened to stare into Wally's; not once breaking contact even when she once again rose up, this time onto her knees and moved to place the apex of her thighs above his throbbing erection. Her body was completely on display before him, an offering, a sacrifice for him to accept.
"Wally," she breathed his name, nearly as out of breath as he was. Her chest rose and fell with labored breathing, her generous bosom all but heaving at this point. Much in the same state as the young man, her own skin glistened with perspiration, and new found fluids coated the insides of her thighs with a slightly sticky sheen.
Wally had crafted her body without even realizing it, giving shape and purpose to what she'd only been allowed to guess at before. As a result, a very important aspect of her new identity spilled from her crotch in the form of delicately painted lips framing her sex and glistening with the arousal that would allow him into her body.
M'gann's desire to become a human girl had just taken a very large leap towards becoming realized.
Physically, she was as real a girl as anyone would find. A fact Wally got to appreciate immediately as soon as he felt his twitching head kiss the burning entrance of her womanhood.
Their eyes remained locked. Not even the end of the world would distract them from each other at this point.
Many people have said that the eyes are the windows of the soul. So it would only make sense that the two would bare that aspect of their being before becoming one. Green on green, they were already a reflection of each other. Repeating the image of their partner, and themselves until they were all that ever was.
There were no words when M'gann descended onto Wally's cock. There didn't need to be. Completely in tune with each other the decision was simply recognized as right. Allowing both to bask in the filling sensation of accepting another person into one's self.
Wally gasped, his mouth opened to match M'gann's shocked expression. More than anything else the heat of her core soaked into his body. Inside of her was like a fire, molten liquid heat. A prospect that had left her frantic at the start of the day.
Inch by inch, moment by moment, the length of him disappeared into her. She moved with a carful tenderness, rocking her hips back and forth to ease him past the tight folds fluttering around him. Sawing her crotch against his length, he eventually pressed deeply into her body, reaching far deeper than anything had ever thought to go.
As if to mirror this connection, the last tendrils of the bond solidified with the slow sinking of M'gann's body. So that, when her tight green bottom finally came to rest against Wally's pale thighs, they could both feel the last remaining aspects of their individual selves disappear; leaving in its place a whole being.
Feeling her gentle rocking and swaying from where she sat upon him, Wally erupted into M'gann, the pleasure that pulled them together finally reaching its peak. It was only because of the desire they both experienced that they were able to reach the same level of focus necessary for the bond to form in the first place, leaving them both to relish in the wonderful explosion of sexual energy that followed.
For the young man, it was very much an orgasm as any other. Albeit quite a few more times powerful than anything he'd ever been able to manage on his own. M'gann, however, found herself experiencing something else entirely. A freeness in herself as well as a need as ancient as her species. Following this sensation, she allowed her eyes to finally come to a close as her body descended across his, the swell of her chest once more pressing into his pecs, her lips followed, settling onto Wally's as though laying claim to him.
She laid on top of him, feeling his body and everything that he was as he emptied himself inside of her. In perfect sync with the rhythmic pulsing of his orgasm, she'd lived his every memory, understood his every sensation and now knew him more than even herself. It was only natural to feel her body begin to settle around him, losing its defined shape and giving way to that of something more intangible. And soon enough the figure that was M'gann M'orzz was gone, leaving only a creeping mass of green bio material that clung to the surface of Wally's being like a second skin.
Not that he had any idea. Still gasping and moaning, the duration of Wally's release was prolonged in the moment of bonding. He felt M'gann seeping into his body but could only feel the pleasure that had brought them so close in the first place. It was a perfect melding of both mind and spirit, until finally only a single being lay resting on the bed.
How long this lasted, neither could say. Time ceased to matter in the reality that was each other. Such as her people were required to do upon completion of the bond, a piece of her separated from the mass of her body and remained within him as she began to slowly reform at his side.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted, neither had any hope of remaining awake for the process as it came to its end. Instead, naked and sated, the two's body naturally sought each other out; the need to be there and rely on each other simply becoming an aspect of their personalities. Her face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped protectively around her, their hearts beating in perfect sync to the other.
They were something entirely new. A creation of their own making that no world had ever seen before. And their story was just beginning.
A/N: There is the first chapter. Again, please remember that more chapters are coming so follow and review if you'd like to see more as they are coming. If anyone would like to request their own commission then please feel free to contact me through private message. Till next time.