She burst from the shadow of the doorway onto the brightly lit rooftop. Most every building in the city had such rooftop service buildings.
She was tired, but it could not be said that this exhaustion had come upon her suddenly. She had been fleeing her pursuers for what seemed like hours. She was certain She had shook them when She shimmied into the air-ducts. They had not had visual contact then.
Despite her exhaustion, She was quickly at the edge of the gleaming white tower on which She stood. Looking down, She saw the tiny people who, as always, seemed like silhouettes against the ivory white sidewalks, hundreds of feet below her. Exhaustion threatened to overcome her, there on the edge.
While She considered the apparently minuscule people below, nearly swooning, She was startled by a sound that seemed out of place: someone stealthily approaching her from behind!
She attempted to rush the figure that She saw towering above her, exhausted though She was, turning 180 and moving with speed toward it. She came to a dead halt before She could employ any of her usual, graceful attacks. She couldn't move, not in the slightest. She wasn't frozen by some physical force, no, but She suddenly felt no fear in this unknown presence.
He took her gently by the hand and She seemed to feel a sort of energy flow from him into her, rekindling her usual state of readiness, energy, and mental acuity, all of which had deteriorated as her body had tired from the earlier chase.
Against her usual judgement, She allowed herself to be led to the side wall of the service building She had emerged from. Why was She allowing herself to be led about by him? This was insane!
The side of the service building, just like much of the out-facing walls on every building in the city, were composed of shiny solarized glass. He gently turned her to face away from the glass, and moved her back against it. She felt the cool surface against the bare skin of her shoulders and arms.
He leaned forward, not removing his hands from their light-pressed position against hers and kissed her on the neck. She hadn't really been expecting this, and was somewhat perturbed by it, yet She made no attempt to dissuade him from doing it a second time. This wasn't her usual self. She was hardened, a warrior, a Runner. But She seemed to be fading into a comfortable, almost numb sexual Haze. She wasn't afraid to allow it. These feelings seemed to come from Him, but also from within her.
He didn't stop with kissing her neck. Bending lower in a clearly inhuman manner, despite his humanoid form (His muscles and skin bent and stretched in impossible ways), He nearly doubled over while bringing his head down to her vaginal hump. He seemed to spend a moment observing her mound. He could smell the arousal that was welling inside her. Then, without removing his hands from hers, He seemed to will the fabric of her slacks to split and pull away from her body, from her vaginal folds. In the Haze, She looked down at this event as though it were nothing unusual. It didn't alarm her in the least.
Slowly, out snaked his tongue.
Like his body, his tongue was shaped at his intent. It had been as a humanoid tongue when it emerged from his mouth, but in a moment it morphed into a cylindrical shape with a soft edge angled upwards, towards her clitoris. It penetrated her.
The tongue as a whole was angled downward. In this way, the soft edge was constantly pushed against her clitoris as the tongue went in and out of her vaginal opening. She could hardly believe the intensity that emanated throughout her whole body from such a small region. She hadn't felt this before, not with anyone else. This went on until She had forgotten time and space, or even that She had a physical body, so intense was the pleasure. She had to lean into him to prevent herself from falling over as his tongue pulled out from within her, and She came back to herself, breathing fast, hot.
She had almost returned from the Haze, and began considering his luminescent purple skin, which was ever so slightly transparent throughout, even his tongue, when He suddenly, but smoothly moved. More accurately, He moved her.
He moved backwards, and as one, She moved with him. Now they were a few feet from the glass, facing it. She hadn't any time to make any observance of his face when He lifted her from the ground, almost cradling her in his arms, though She was facing down. In fact, one of his forearms was just in front of her breasts, while the other rested at her hips, in such a way that She could comfortably allow her arms and legs to hang freely, and her head as well.
