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The Unity of Passion
Detained by the Protoss on Shakuras following her, Jacob Ramsey, and their rag-tag group of ex-Tal'darim's narrow escape through the warp gate on Aiur, Rosemary Dahl could not help but worry about how her friend Jacob was doing. He hadn't appeared on Shakuras next to her, all thanks to the foolish actions of two templar guards who had ignorantly shut down the warp gate and blocked all further attempts at the establishment of a connection while citing security reasons. As a result, her more-than-friend but not-yet-lover of an Archaeologist, as well as the Protoss preserver housed in his mind had both been redirected to an unknown, random location, and nobody knew what to do. It was entirely possible that even they themselves, despite Preserver Zamara's deep knowledge pool accumulated from the millions of Protoss memories she had access to, did not know where they were. For all she knew, they could be stranded on an ice-cold world, or worse, on an uninhabitable, airless moon and…
'I do not believe they are dead,' came the deep, echoey voice of Vartanil, the Protoss who had just pledged himself to her service not an hour ago.
"Damn it Vartanil, how many times have I told you to get the hell out of my head?" R.M. shot back verbally. She did not like having her mind read by others, especially when that other was practically a stranger to her. She'd known him for a few days, but that was about it.
'My apologies, Ms. Dahl. It… I still need some practice, but I assure you that there was no intention of violating your privacy,' came the mental response of Vartanil.
Rosemary sighed. "I know… I'm sorry for being rude… it just…" R.M. searched for the words to describe the feeling of having her thoughts read, before continuing, "it makes me feel so vulnerable." She figured that it was precisely at moments such as these that, perhaps the ability to share her feelings and emotions mentally would be pretty handy indeed, eliminating the search for words. Her thoughts, however, were soon cut off by the reminder of the predicament both Jake and Zamara were in together. How vulnerable they must be right now… It made her petty complaints of mind-reading seem pointless. Jake's brain tumors did not help one bit, and if these Protoss didn't act fast… her thoughts returned to death and destruction – it was all she'd experienced over the past few weeks, and she felt awfully alone without Jake at her side. In a way, she envied Zamara's connection with Jake in the most intimate of ways. She had had her first and only experience of the Unity the Khala brought during their narrow escape from Ethan's Paradise, and to think that Jake experienced all that on a daily basis, she envied him indeed. Deep down, under the facade of cold little R.M., Rosemary the girl wanted to feel cared for and wanted; she ached to feel trusted and loved. Jake had been that chance; Jake had been her change, and to think that it was all going so wrong brought tears to her eyes. She hated crying. R.M. the assassin never cried. Rosemary the girl, on the other hand, did cry, but she still felt ashamed and embarrassed at the notion of it.
'You should not be ashamed for what you feel, Ms. Dahl,' came the voice of Vartanil. Rosemary's first thought was that of annoyance and anger, believing Vartanil had read her mind again, but she then felt the warm tear trickle from her sapphire eyes and roll down her porcelain-smooth cheek, and realized that he hadn't violated her privacy at all, as her doubts and fears were written plainly on her face.
They talked for a long time. The "cell" of her definition was nothing like that of a typical Terran prison. Instead, it felt more like a small hotel room, and was furnished with a soft mattress, chairs, good lighting, and a comfortable temperature. During their conversations, Rosemary Dahl had learned a lot about the Protoss, and especially her new companion. Vartanil proved to be surprisingly good company, she thought to herself. He had stood by his word, and had not violated her thoughts another time whilst mostly opening himself up to the petite girl in turn. Their conversations ranged from the similarities and differences between Terran and Protoss society, to the integration of Xel'naga warp technology into Protoss technology, to the concept of family in both races. That was when Rosemary had dropped the bomb by asking, "So, I was wondering, how do Protoss reproduce? I've heard rumors ranging from 'they can't,' to 'they warp in babies from the void." She snickered at the thought of the latter.
Evidently, Vartanil was probably young by Protoss standards, given how his gaze wandered and he almost seemed to fluster before replying, 'The rumors you have stated are incorrect. As you have witnessed, Protoss, like Terrans, have two genders. We are able to… reproduce sexually, though the act is seldom done, as couples often opt for genetically enhanced and lab-accelerated fetal development instead.'
"Huh, so test-tube babies, ey?" Rosemary replied.
'I was uninformed of the Terran term for it, but I believe one could call it so,' noted the tall Protoss telepathically after accidentally glancing an image off the surface of the Terran girl's thoughts.
"That's just the slang for it, I don't think they actually use something as simple as a test tube these days. But that's so cool," commented Rosemary. Her curiosity was piqued, and she had to find out more despite the slightly embarrassing nature of the conversation by her Terran standards. Given how her partner had reacted, it seemed to be another commonality between her and the Protoss. Looking up from her cross-legged position on the plush mattress, she noted how Vartanil, seated on one of the chairs, seemed to shift around slightly more than previously.
"So… are the… tools, as you could call them, similar to what we humans have?" Rosemary asked, while simultaneously sitting up straighter.
'I know not what Terran reproductive organs look like, so unfortunately I cannot answer your question, Ms. Dahl,' came Vartanil's response, though he did appear rather… reluctant.
Damn it, swore Rosemary internally. Her curiosity was practically burning a hole through her, and she was debating whether or not she should dig deeper. She decided that she need not be overly shy and enforce human standards of etiquette when conversing in private with quite literally an alien, and so she decided to continue, "Well, you see, the man has a… a pole, between his legs, that he inserts into the female, who has a hole in the same area, and well… they….the friction feels good, until the man can't hold it anymore, and pumps his… essence… into the female, and… t-then-there's-a-good-chance-she-will-get-pregnant," Rosemary had to pause to catch her breath as she stammered, "and-after-n-nine-months-a-baby-will-be-born."
The explanation was clumsy and ill-paced, but Vartanil followed without trouble, never diverting his gaze from the visibly blushing and fidgeting girl. Human females were… oddly soft compared to Protoss, and while Rosemary was by no means a gentle and harmless creature, everything about her was tender in comparison to a Protoss girl. If Ms. Dahl can secretly think of Protoss as being akin to cats, I believe it will be okay if I think of her as soft and supple, he concluded to himself. The thought was shielded from Rosemary, of course.
Unbeknown to Rosemary, what she had described had indeed been received and understood by Vartanil, but his rather empty-looking gaze made her believe otherwise, and so she chose to elaborate, "The man's pole is usually soft… and small, but when he sees something that… that reminds him of s-sex, like say, a naked woman, it grows and becomes hard. When the woman is excited in a similar way… she… her hole begins to become wet… and slippery… and warmer… uhh… in preparation for the breeding-err-no… mating, err… s-sex."
'I understand now, intriguing indeed. It is similar to how Protoss reproduce, but with significant differences in the female's role,' noted Vartanil as he shifted once again in his seat. 'The role of the male appears to be largely the same, but instead of inserting his shaft into a hole, we Protoss…' he fidgeted before finishing, 'we release our male essence onto the nerve cords of the female, and from there it is absorbed. The Terran version intrigues me much. Can you show me this… hole?'
The petite, raven-haired assassin was taken aback momentarily, as the request took her by surprise. In hindsight, it shouldn't have, as she too had wondered what a Protoss cock looked like.
She hesitated for a few seconds before Vartanil interjected, 'If you are not comfortable with doing so, please disregard my previous request.'
Thoughts dashed through Rosemary's mind as she pictured the scene. Her initial thoughts had been 'Hell no,' but the more she thought about it, the more she came to the conclusion that showing an alien her pussy would be different from showing it to a human man. It took her a moment, but she nodded and gave her response, "Yes I can show you my vagina, but… but you have to show me your p-penis too." She almost couldn't believe it! She was playing "You show me yours and I'll show you mine" with a Protoss! What in the world was happening?
'Very well, we have a deal then, Ms Dahl,' came the voice of Vartanil as Rosemary rose to remove her jeans. Once she was back on the mattress, she did her best to suppress her embarrassment as she opened her legs slightly to reveal her pink, hairless cunt to Vartanil, who crouched down before the mattress as if looking at a test subject. Her slit was small and tight even by human standards, and her perfectly symmetrical folds formed a hood over her small but visible clit, which peeked out from the apex of her lips. Her former lover Ethan Stewart had preferred his girls to be hairless, and so naturally, naive little Rosemary had done her best to please him, and had surgically removed her pubic hair so that not a single strand framed her alluring, perfect pussy. Vartanil stared at the soft tenderness with a heated gaze that almost burned her, and as he moved closer, she thoughtlessly opened her legs wider before catching herself. She could barely hold back the shame anymore, and called Vartanil to his attention, "I-I showed you mine, now show me yours." Her facade of a tough, all-business mercenary was quickly falling apart due to the shakiness in her voice and the redness on her cheeks, but she tried nonetheless.
Vartanil also felt embarrassment tingling up his spine as he stood and removed his civilian robes, but he hid it better than the small human girl before him. He revealed what was his cock as it currently stood, semi-erect, despite the lack of any stimulation. Rosemary, still on the mattress, was forced to look up at the large Protoss weapon before her, and she did so in awe. In the back of her mind, she vaguely acknowledged how compromising her current position would seem to anyone else – kneeling on a mattress before an erect male who towered over her while looking slack-jawed up at his cock. The thing was absolutely massive! Its foot-long length curled upwards, and its girth made it wider than her wrist! The tip was blunt and flat, unlike a human's, and the ridges on it made her wonder how such a thing could ever be serviced without causing painful friction to whatever it rubbed against. Its top and bottom sides were lined with a dozen horizontal ridges that bent forward aggressively, overlapping one another partially, like the flaps of a mini blind. She was caught in a daze, and subconsciously took note of how similar it was in terms of pure anatomy to that of a human's. Her hand reached out before she realized it, and she stopped herself a mere few inches before coming into contact with it.
"C-Can I feel it?" Rosemary asked while guiding her eyes past the cock to Vartanil's glowing eyes.
'...Y-yes, you may… but I would request to feel your... "vagina" too in return,' came the baritone voice of Vartanil.
Did he just stutter? Rosemary thought to herself. But the thought was quickly drowned out by the notion that she could touch a Protoss cock, an erect Protoss cock. Her right hand approached it slowly and with caution, and she chose to give it a test by laying her index finger on one of the numerous ridges first. To her utter surprise, the aggressive-looking ridge was soft and rubbery to the touch! As she laid more fingers on it – first her index and her thumb, before adding her middle and ring fingers as well – she began to explore its unique shape – purely out of curiosity, she told herself. Soon, all five digits of her right hand were wrapped around the thick shaft, and her fingertips could barely touch. When she gave the mighty weapon a soft jerk, sliding her smooth, soft hands along its bumpy terrain, Vartanil shuddered visibly. "W-was that uncomfortable?" She asked, words laced with genuine concern.
Vartanil returned her sincerity with his own, admitting the truth, 'No… in fact, the feeling was the opposite. It was that of great pleasure.'
Great, so was Vartanil a virgin? She figured so, as from what she'd learned so far, the Protoss probably didn't have the notion of casual sex rooted in their societal norms. Vartanil's reaction ebbed her own embarrassment, and a mischievous thought came to her mind, as she casually began to pump his cock with her soft hands while conversing with him and observing his reactions. They did not disappoint her one bit.
"So, Vartanil," she asked, "do you have any children yet?" Her hand kept moving while she looked up at him.
'N-No… None yet.' Vartanil could barely stay still anymore. He wanted her to release his shaft from her grip, so that he could regain his traditional, unwavering Protoss composure, yet the sensation was oddly satisfying and he wanted to feel more of it. Never had anything ever managed to elicit pleasure from his cock like Rosemary Dahl's hand did. Perhaps his sense of embarrassment and unsteadiness were unfounded, He assumed that this was normal behavior for Terrans, as it was not the process of breeding Ms. Dahl had described earlier.
Stroking away at Vartanil's virgin manhood with both hands, petite little Rosemary freed herself from all inhibitions and began asking away with all her questions. "Why don't Protoss have sex anymore? It can't be simply due to the advantages of test-tube babies, stimulation clearly makes you feel good," she pondered aloud.
'P-Protoss do not gain… much pleasure… from sexual reproduction… Females… less so. Barely any… pleasure. Ms. Dahl… your hand… feels c-completely different…' came the strained mental response of the Vartanil.
"Is it because Protoss hands are rougher? I see no reason my human hand could feel so good," asked Rosemary. She was staring directly at the tip of the cock by now, watching it twitch slightly as she applied more pressure and massaged its ridges.
'P-Perhaps… so,' stammered Vartanil.
Rosemary could tell how taxing it must've been on the young virgin Protoss, and so in his moment of weakness, she tugged his hips and turned, letting Vartanil fall on his back onto the plush mattress where she'd been just prior. To her pleasant surprise, he did just that. Perhaps it was due to his civilian upbringing, but Vartanil seemed to have less self-control compared to the other templar she'd met so far. She settled down between his legs, and continued stroking his intimidating shaft, gazing cross-eyed at the weapon now only a mere foot from her face. Rosemary Dahl was no stranger to sex itself. The awkwardness of the conversation, and her actions before someone she now considered a… friend… had thrown her off her groove, but her usual confident, femme fatale personality was now back in full swing, and she dearly enjoyed the way the large Protoss and his weapon appeared helpless beneath her. One thing led to another, and before she knew it, she had playfully leaned in and sensually dragged her soft, pink tongue up the underside of the erect shaft. Vartanil threw his head back into the mattress in return and a wave of psionic power washed over her thoughts. They did not form words or thoughts in her head, but she felt their presence strongly, if not louder than words. She ran her soft digits over where her tongue had left a slippery, wet trail, and smirked as Vartanil tensed again.
"Aww, did that feel good?" she teased rhetorically, and before Vartanil could regain control over his telepathy, she planted a soft kiss on the flat tip of his shaft before wrapping her soft, full lips around the head of his manhood. Her tongue swirled around its tip, and she lightly sucked at the intruding member while giving it a firm stroke with her hand. Again, her mind was assaulted psionically by an indescribable wave of sensation she could not hope to explain. It did not hurt, and only served to prod her to continue. She attempted to fit more of the magnificent manhood in her mouth, and managed to down a quarter of it before she felt the pressure at the back of her throat. Her hand continued to stroke while the odd sensations continued to batter her mentally, and she briefly acknowledged the fact that she herself was now dripping wet too. In a moment of inspiration, she reached down at her cunt with one hand, and plunged all she could within her core. It came back wet and slippery with her arousal, and she lathered Vartanil's shaft with it generously before doing the same with her other hand.
The slippery sensation along with her small, soft hands readily rubbing away at his sensitive spots drove Vartanil insane – Xel'naga be blessed, this feels as good as… no… better than the Sundrop! He could get addicted to this; he would get addicted to this! He felt his climax approaching rapidly as the tight little female, gracefully and skillfully worked his cock, granting him pleasures nothing else had ever managed to. Did Terrans experience this on a regular basis? Were they able to experience this much pleasure at a moment's notice? he wondered to himself – except it wasn't just to himself as he willed.
"Oh so you think this is great, wait till you feel actual sex," Rosemary chirped. She hadn't thought much of the comment when she made it, but the more she thought about it, the more unsure she was. Having sex with an alien is different than giving on a handjob! It's an entirely different ballgame! What's going to happen when he cums? Is he gonna fry my brain? What about Jake? Oh Jake... the thought of Jake sobered her up as she continued stroking the magnificent, glorious, mesmerizing cock before her… how good would it feel inside her? Stop it R.M., You're going to disappoint Jake! Though he's probably already disappointed in me from all the things he's seen me do… He's not going to find out if I just give it a try… and it's not like I can even hope to get pregnant with a Protoss baby... her internal debate was cut short when she felt the cock in her hands twitch harder than it had done so before. She was familiar with the phenomenon, and recognized a cumming cock immediately. Like clockwork, she raised her left hand to tuck her raven hair behind her ear before leaning in close. Vartanil shuddered in delight when his climax washed over him, and Rosemary felt the psionic fuzz reach mind-numbing levels.
Now's the moment, he's either going to fry my brain and drive me insane, or I'm going to be fine, then have a shot at fucking him properly, she thought. His hot cum jetted out like a geyser at the same time the largest psionic wave she'd felt so far washed over her mind, leaving nothing but white emptiness. The moment dragged on and seemed to last minutes, and by the time she came to, she realized she still cupped Vartanil's mighty cock in one hand, and her face was covered in warm jizz. It was one of the things R.M. not-so-secretly loved about sex – receiving facials. She had conquered the cock, and now it was rewarding her with its arousing load.
'Thank… you… Ms. Dahl,' came the tired drawl of Vartanil. If Protoss could pant, Vartanil was certainly doing so right now.
Rosemary leaned down and licked a drop of cum off the tip of Vartanil's still-twitching cock, and tasted the strange, fruity-sour liquid. It was better than Terran cum by a long shot, she concluded. "Oh by the way, call me Rosemary from now on," she remarked. She felt Vartanil's gratitude in her mind as she lay down next to the large Protoss. He was over 8 feet tall, while she was barely over five. Their height difference was somewhat mitigated by their curled up positions facing each other, and the small human grinned, thinking of the experience as her newest conquest. The waves of psionic sensation had been oddly taxing, and while she couldn't describe it as pleasure to be exact, it was not something unpleasant either. It was simply… overwhelming. That was the word for it. Kind of like describing a human orgasm to a Protoss, I guess.
Through half-lidded eyes, Vartanil peered at the slim creature that had managed to bring him such pleasure. Suddenly, he found himself evaluating Rosemary in a different light. The softness he'd previously made note of now evoked a strong desire to touch her, and to feel the softness with his own hands. Her curled up figure highlighted the smoothness of her nude lower half, and her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the cold white light that illuminated the room. He reached out mentally to dim the lights until the lithe girl was barely visible, and felt the odd, selfish need to possess her; he felt the alien desire to keep her to himself. Their eyes met, and she smiled cheekily. Her cum-covered cupid's bow lips brought him back to the moment she had planted her supple flesh on his rigid cock, and he felt mildly guilty for thinking that they were made to pleasure his cock.
"You've still got your half of the deal to uphold, remember?" she reminded him. Indeed, he had wanted to touch her lower lips too. He wondered what they would feel like. He'd felt Terran skin before with his own hands before, but only once, when he shook the hand of Jim Raynor in the Terran gesture of a friendly greeting. The man's hand had been rough and hard, and he wondered what Rosemary's small, pink vagina would feel like. It would certainly be soft and moist, he imagined. Rosemary's shuffling brought him about, and when he refocused his attention upon her, she had already removed her top, and was laying fully nude on her side. Without so much as a single sound, she reached forth and pulled his arm, positioning him so that she was beneath him, while he was sprawled over her on all fours. Their size difference could not be more pronounced at that moment, as her straightened legs barely extended past his own, and he cast a large, looming shadow over her already dark silhouette. She pulled at his hand once more, and brought it to rest upon the soft mounds of her breasts. They were small in his large hands, but their softness practically begged for him to knead them gently, and so he did. His fingers sunk into the velvety-smooth mounds, and he immediately took a liking to them. Protoss girls did not have such organs, but he now wished they did. A faint but audible sigh escaped Rosemary's full lips as a finger brushed across her sensitive nipple, and Vartanil felt the strong urge to claim her as his own, and to draw out more of this new side to the delicate human girl. He felt a primal urge to breed that was stronger than any Protoss had experienced in the past century, and before he knew it, instincts he thought had been long buried re-emerged like a torrent of barbarism. He grabbed both of Rosemary's toned legs in his large hands, fingers wrapping fully around her fine, fleshy thighs, and pulled her over effortlessly, kissing the lips of her sopping cunt against the tip of his eager cock. The sudden sensation caused Rosemary to gasp in surprise, and her yelp only served to incentivize the towering Protoss further. Instinctively, Rosemary's small hands traveled down towards the intruding member, guiding it so that it would properly claim her. Vartanil's first thrust pressed hard against the small human's tight lips, but her delicate flesh put up a surprisingly good fight, barring the large weapon from entering her inner sanctum. Vartanil's inexperienced thrust slipped, going wide and dragging the rubbery ridges on the underside of his shaft across Rosemary's shy clit. Instantly, her back arched and her eyes rolled up as she felt the dozen-or-so layers literally lap away at her rosebud in rapid succession like a lover's tongue. Her mind blanked, and all she could do was brace herself and accept the pleasure. To her pleasant dismay, that was merely the beginning.
Re-squaring himself against the entrance to the small human's most precious spot, Vartanil took hold of his cock with one hand, wiggling its tip against the much-too-small entrance, hoping to loosen her up. Her cunt practically gushed with love juices as he did so, and he found his cock coated with a slippery layer of fluid, aiding his assault greatly. Little by little, like a battering ram against a castle door, his cock broke down the defenses erected by Rosemary's pink lips, before finally, with one firm thrust, he had invaded and conquered her womanhood. He forged onwards, advancing little by little as her hungry cunt gradually swallowed his cock. The sensation was beyond anything he could have possibly imagined, and his mind blanked from every movement he made. Similarly, Rosemary did not fare any better herself. The velvety, warm walls of her love tunnel embraced the aggressive shape of Vartanil's manhood tightly, and she felt way beyond filled at this point – she felt stretched, and she loved it immensely. Never had she experienced a cock this big and thick in her life, and she was certain of the fact that she'd never be able to forget this experience. What made things infinitely, mind-numbingly better were the ridges of Vartanil's member. The angle from which he ploughed into her caused the small tongue-like ridges to prod and flick away at her sensitive love bud a dozen time each time he thrusted. The pleasure was inconceivable, and yet she was feeling it wave after wave. She had long since broken her silence, and was moaning her pleasure at whatever could hear. Vartanil sensed her bliss too – each time he plunged into her tender core, the lithe human's legs would wrap tight against his torso, heels digging into him and toes curling. Her small hands would reach for something to grab, usually his strong arms, and her back would arch off the mattress while her head would thrash back. Each time he drew back, her already impossibly tight pussy would clench eagerly and cling comfortably to his girth. By the Xel'naga this woman felt good! He vaguely recalled that this was indeed what Rosemary had described terran mating as, and he wondered if Rosemary Dahl considered him a worthy male. The idea pleased him much, and he redoubled his efforts to demonstrate to this female that he was indeed worthy of breeding her. Vartanil could barely form coherent thoughts between his rough thrusts, and the shifting of his hands so that he now held the girl by her thin waist. His normally governed Protoss mind was blanketed by a state of all-consuming hunger which he screamed out psionically as his thrusts sped up. His cock had carved out enough of her love canal to fit most of the way in by then, and all of a sudden it all came crashing down as he felt himself bottom out within her. He still had a good three inches of cock to offer, but Rosemary's tiny cunt had been pushed to its limits in accommodating him. He felt himself butt up against something firm, and Rosemary screamed, eyes jerking open at the assault. She clenched hard as the tip of his whore-maker kissed the entrance to her womb, and her legs quivered in delighted response. Never in her life had any cock, not even dildos, touched her cervix, and there Vartanil was, battering away at it on his first go!
"MORE!" she exclaimed, and Vartanil obeyed, ploughing away even harder at her abused flower. The flat tip of his manhood pecked repeatedly at the dainty woman's cervix, sending explosions of pleasure shooting up her spine and into her blanking mind. Vartanil himself was not faring any better, as his mind had long since been consumed by the sight of the supple, perfect figure of Rosemary Dahl writhing beneath him, and his soul wanted nothing more than to please her, and in turn, receive more of the utter bliss her body granted him.
The experience was proving to be much too intense for Rosemary, and she lost herself fully to the ravaging grasp of Vartanil. The control she held over him just moments minutes prior had all but vaporized as his large hands wrapped fully around her lithe little frame, and he began effortlessly pumping her up and down the length of his unyielding cock as if she were naught but a living fleshlight. Every thrust sent the multitude of ridges on his shaft rolling over her clit and kneading her insides. Like waves, they eroded away at her remaining sanity, and every couple of seconds, she would come to again as his bitch breaker kissed the barrier to her untouched womb. Her sanity was dangling on thin threads, and Vartanil seemed as if he wanted her to let go! Together, their thrusts, gasps, and moans melded into one, and Rosemary felt the psionic wave of fuzziness drown her thoughts out as Vartanil involuntarily entered into her mind. He felt her pleasure, and she did his, and the combined assault stretched her lifeline beyond its limits as they cascaded down in an orgasm of mingled minds. Vartanil more than sensed Rosemary's animalistic hunger, he felt them himself. He himself moaned in response to the pleasure Rosemary received, and in turn, Rosemary also experienced Vartanil's wonder at the pleasures of the flesh; she shared in his burning desire to stay in that moment for all eternity; she felt the budding affection growing in the Protoss's soul, and she broadcasted her own in return. The mind-meld was something she could only experience with the Protoss, and she began to understand why Jake was so attached to Zamara now. Jake… she would never be able to share a connection this intimate with Jake, it was simply impossible due to Terran anatomy – a physical… incompatibility. Yet with Vartanil… she could feel herself sinking as the connection anchored itself deeper into her mind, and she could begin to read his thoughts in turn – thoughts of love, desire, and protection, deep as the oceans of Aiur, of which she was now intimately familiar with through the mental link. Without the slightest hesitation, the tiny human who weighed less than a third of him pulled Vartanil into a suffocating embrace, and mentally projected her decision to stay with him to not just Vartanil himself, but to all that were in the vicinity. Vartanil's heart soared, and if Protoss could cry, he certainly would have at that very moment. He looked down, and saw tears of joy in the sapphire eyes staring back at him – she had cried because of his joy. It could not get any more intimate than this… other than being physically inside her, which reminded him of the fact that he was still plugging her tight lower lips, sealing his essence within her. Pulling out, he watched as his cum trickled down the folds of her perfect pussy, and a strange sense of dominance rushed forth, momentarily filling his mind with images of claimed treasures and conquest. They were Rosemary's thoughts, he realized. She had submitted to him amidst her throes of pleasure, and the idea, to his utter surprise, please him greatly.
"I guess that counts as one way of touching me, heh…" she joked casually, and he returned her humor with his own before wrapping his arms around her and embracing her in what he now knew as a Terran "cuddle."
They would later find out that it was only when she had Vartanil's Protoss essence within her, that she could share a Khala-like connection with Vartanil – a fact that both of them, naturally, had no objections to.