Andromeda Ch 01 1

She was only a couple inches shorter than him in heels, at least she was when he first saw her eyes, bold and flickering from the tenuous multi-colored nightclub lights that illuminated them. She smiled before she looked away, apparently aware of the disproportionate impact the small glance had on his mind. He kept staring. Partial obstructions didn't fully hide her voluptuous figure, which was hardly contained by the deep cowl neckline of her top. Her breasts, more framed by her long black hair than by the top itself, bulged and begged to be looked at, lest the lines the top should fall away only at the very moment he looked away.

The rest of his drink was gone, and the thud of the glass against the bar muffled by the sound of blaring electronica. As he walked over, he noticed a few things. One - he might not be sober to pull this off. The haze of the alcohol felt heavy on his head, but also strengthened his resolve. Two - this girl's top ended at the midriff, and she had the sculpted abs of a goddess. Three - she had looked over at him again, and the makeup around her eyelids was a deep color, that sometimes seemed to change with the changes of the club lights, and her plump lipped smile suggested she saw him coming before he knew he was coming himself. Four - her long skirt extended almost to the floor, almost fully covering her right leg, but had a slit that departed from the right leg, and five strings of fabric that held it firmly against her almost naked left leg. It was an unusually elaborate dress that fit her figure perfectly.

He didn't stop to ask himself whether she was real.

Although Meda had made herself an almost perfect specimen, able to lure almost any human prey, she was well aware of the fine line between augmentation that elevated her visual status, and augmentation that made her seem so unreal that it left the obvious explanation - that she was what she was - a Reflector, not easily welcomed in human environments (that her kind was nearly ubiquitously present in these environments was besides the point).

She had no mind control abilities, nor would she have wanted to use them, and she didn't need to. Sam was on his way willingly, and under the impression that he was on his way to a conquest, not to be conquered.

Meda leaned forward slightly, with her elbows on the bar, so that it was clear to Sam that her breasts weighed heavily on her dress. Sam smiled as he moved around the last obstructing bar patron, and she smiled back, taking a sip of her drink to let him speak the first words.

He slid over to her smoothly, leaning back on the bar. "You need another drink?" He asked.

"Still finishing this one," she answered, not letting him win so easily, but also not giving off any negative impressions either.

"Alright, alright," Sam continued, not counting this very reasonable refusal as a rejection. "I saw you from across the bar," he said, in the almost-yells necessary to be heard over the music. His foggy mind forgot to finish the sentiment.

"Is that so?" she chuckled.

"Oh, yeah," he stumbled. "Definitely, no, these people, this crowd right here, no, they tried to stop me from seeing you, but, you see, no, I definitely saw you from across the bar. Right arouunnd, like..." Sam made a zig zag path with his hand. His drunken attempt at humor did have its effect. He was poking fun at himself a little bit. Meda kind of liked that.

She stood up from her leaning position on the bar, and faced him, throwing Sam a bit off his game. "Don't worry, I believe you," she started, "I could see you too." Meda's smiling confirmation that she had noticed him gave Sam a bigger buzz than any shot from that night. He was not prepared for Meda to step a heel in his direction and ask, "so, did you like what you saw?"

"Of course," Sam responded, smiling, but nervous, still aware that he had to awkwardly half-yell for her to hear him.

Meda didn't move closer. Her impulse was to keep going, but she really wanted to see his approach.

Sam used all his will to get past the nervousness and move his back off the bar. "Maybe I could see more, on the dancefloor?" He asked, regaining himself.

Meda moved back towards where he had first found her at the bar, which made Sam feel like he might have said the wrong thing, but it was only to finish off her drink. Sam barely had time to notice how fast she was able to consume it because her fingers were suddenly wrapping around his hand, and this beautiful goddess was turning only to tell him to, "come on." His mind was quickly lost in the first glimpse of her ass, barely covered by the sultry half-dress.

His head turned amidst the lights and the sounds as they made their way around the crowd to find some space on the dance floor. He almost tripped as his eyes traced a line from the bare skin of her thigh to that of her lower back, just before she turned around and forced him to look up again. From his perspective, her eyes brimmed with alluring expectation, and the expectation was there, but, for Meda, and for Sam too, perhaps in a different way, the dance floor was still only a small part of a much more elaborate dance.

Sam pulled himself together, maintaining his hold on her hand, and bringing the other to the small of her back, pushing her gently, but resolutely, closer to him. She quickly took the hint and moved her body the rest of the way. Meda's eyes and Sam's danced slowly with each other, much more slowly than Meda's hips, which slowly ground against Sam's waist as she brought her arms over his shoulders and Sam's newly free hand joined the other on the small of her back.

Somehow Sam's eyes did not feel trapped staring into Meda's despite wanting so bad to look down at the body his hands were starting to explore. Sam's eyes and Meda's didn't stay open long, in any case. They both closed as the dance moved to their touching lips, like Sam's hands moved to the covered and uncovered cheeks of her ass. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as his hand tucked under the open hem of her dress, and his lips were bit by her teeth as his hand firmly squeezed the flesh of her ass not covered by her panties. No sooner had their dances brought her body to press against the wall, and Sam's body to press on hers, than Meda decided to bring her fingers back to wrap around his hand again.

Sam was led not so furtively into the bathroom, and further into an only semi-private bathroom stall, the door for which extended to the ground, but did not reach the ceiling. He pinned her again against the wall first, using his body to usher her into position while his hands came down to grip her ass under her skirt again. He let go only so his eyes could follow his hands as they explored her mid section and weaved under her midriff bare top. His fingers upon her flesh drew small reluctant moans from Meda as she attempted to conceal her excitement from the crowd on the other side of the stall door. Like Sam's lips returning to hers, Meda's hands returned to his ass, weaving under his jeans, and then under his boxers, pressing him forward against her still softly grinding hips.

This was nearly as rapturous as Meda had imagined it. A human man, not like the cliche of the immediately subservient male Reflector, pushing her against the wall, taking her with no boundary between need and action.

She relished his hands kneading her breasts, especially after he ultimately helped her out of her top, and adored the lust in his concentration when he pulled her panties down slightly to run his fingers over her pussy and in circles on her clit. She really leaned back into the wall, where he had placed her, and she brought her arms over his shoulders again, allowing herself to be taken to wherever it was that he planned to take her.

"Oh yeah, give that to me," she said, when he pulled his pants and boxers down to reveal a seriously stiff cock.

"You want it?" He asked lustfully, taking it in his hand.

"Oh yes," she moaned softly, relishing in what was another simple, albeit minor, act of acquiescence.

Letting him lead the way felt like pure freedom. She had heard that it was extensive social conditioning, but also that it might just be biologically hardwired for her to register her own submissiveness as taboo. Whatever the case, it felt so free to act outside the bounds of that social conditioning, beyond the reach of that biological coding. It was something she had never experienced before.

She spread her legs slightly further apart, telling him with her body that she wanted to be fucked. He admired her now naked breasts and pantie-less pussy with his cock in his hand, and her almost-begging face made him almost as hard.

Not letting intoxication from drinking or looking at her stop him, Sam slid his cock gently over her slit, and was surprised at how wet she already was.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, still buzzed and completely abosrbed in the thrill of her beauty, "you're already nice and wet for me, aren't you?"

Meda bit her lip and nodded as she looked up at him.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good." He said, as he more fully slid his cock along her slit.

"Oh, please..." she whined, and then stopped short. Somehow an even more formidable pleasure rushed through her synapses, and her previous feeling of liberation from social conditioning, gave way to a rush of unexpected primal need. The physical contact of his cock against her pussy triggered something utterly instinctual in her, that Sam might have almost been able to see if he had still been looking in her eyes.

Suddenly, Meda's hands grabbed him and pushed him back towards the other wall. Sam was taken aback, suprised by her strength and interested all at once. And that's when Sam saw her expression of overwhelming lust. Meda was intent on him, with her lips softly parted. She had had her fill of the adventurous reversal, and was ready to satisfy her physical needs.

Sam noticed something was different. It was all too clear now. He was looking slightly up at her, instead of slightly down. She probably did not grow more than two inches, but it was noticeable, and Sam had lived in this world long enough to know that creatures like Meda existed, and lived covertly among humans.

A flood of moments from that night came rushing back into Sam's memory, small details that might have alerted him to the possibility had he had full use of his senses. He knew now that she could probably change her shape at will, and that she would probably easily overpower him, no matter how strong he might have been. What he didn't know, was if she was going to use that power against him. Her fingers wrapping around his cock added yet more variables for the calculations happening in his mind.

Meda might be dangerous, but she was even more alluring now. He couldn't help but allow her to continue.

Her left leg was suddenly pressed against the wall at his side, and she held his cock still so that she could slide her cunt down around it firmly, moving more precisely than any human woman could have done. Her pussy was perfectly warm and tight, and the fear and pleasure rocked through him fiercely. Her body swallowed him up to his hilt, forcing him to grunt, and his fingers to curl.

A glint of recognition flickered in her eyes before she grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass. "I don't want to hurt you," she said peering into him while her hips rested flush against him, "I just want to fuck you." The words barely registered before her hips pulled all the way back so his tip was almost outside of her again, but not completely exposed. "Do you want to be fucked?" she asked sultrily, her eyelids narrow, like she was searching for the answer in his mind.

Sam could not think straight with his cock nearly inserted in her massive thighs and her tits nearly at his eye level, but he quickly decided that it probably meant that he did, he wanted to get fucked.

"Yes," he whimpered, squeezing her round ass cheeks in his hands, "please fuck me."

"Ungh," she moaned as her hips came crashing against him once again. She thrust her head back, and started fucking him, somehow experiencing even greater pleasure than she had before. Her hands were on his hips, using them as anchors to leverage her thrusts as she fucked him.

"Yes, baby," she growled, looking at him again as he held her ass for dear life, "keep that cock nice and hard for me." Every time she thrust against him, his cock was buried as deep as it could possibly go. Sam had to close his eyes in the sensory overload. Every time the walls of her pussy contracted around it, pressing on both sides, or on one side or the other, unlike any human pussy Sam had ever experienced.

When he opened his eyes again again, it somehow seemed that she had grown again. This time he saw it happen. Her tits slowly moved up without any interruption to what Meda was doing, and she buried his face between her tits. "Suck those titties," she commanded, as she continued to impale her delicious wet walls on his cock. Sam suddenly felt they were bigger than before. They completely covered his face. He could no longer see Meda above them.

Sam's hands started to feel small against Meda's ass, but he gripped it tightly while heobediently licked her titties. The waves of rhythmic pleasure were bringing him close to the edge. He was now moaning between licks. Meda was moaning and sometimes grunting along with him.

She leaned back and her titties returned to normal. She was grinning at his bewildered face, while continuing to fuck more moans out of him. Of course the growing and shrinking had an effect on him. Most humans could go their whole lives only hearing about the Reflectors living among them, and she had spent years perfecting her abilities so that her transitions would look completely normal. Even though she had not meant to grow those initial two inches, her training had made it so that it was a matter of instinct for any change to maintain her proportions, for any transitional form to still look completely human.

The expression of helplessness on Sam's face made Meda drip. This might no longer be taboo, but she needed it, and he was more than willing to let her take. "Mmm you like that huh?" She asked smiling. "Oh fuck yes," he moaned, "please keep go.." His word was cut short as Meda's hips came down harder against his body, making him momentarily lose his breath. The wet smacking of her body against him was now so forceful it produced an audible rhythm, and with each thrust he experienced more pleasure than he could handle. It seemed now too that her hips and pussy lips were more formidable - her pussy juices starting to spread further up his midsection, and he felt like it would soon be impossible not to cum.

Meda bit her lips, and closed her eyes momentarily. She looked at him again and groaned. "I'm so close baby..." she groaned. "How do you want me to finish?"

This snapped Sam out of a trance. No woman had asked him that before. "What do you mean?" He managed to get out, before succumbing again to the increasing tension in his balls.

Meda's brief puzzled look at his confusion quickly gave way to resolve as her hips audibly smacked against him.

"I want to finish in your mouth," she grunted.

Before he could say anything she had pulled herself away, which caused a small shock to his now exposed cock. Her heel came down firmly on the floor beside him and she pulled on his hand as she turned to sit down. "Come, get on your knees," she said, like it was something she had said hundreds of times before.

"You want me to eat you out?" Sam asked, letting himself be pulled towards her. Meda looked up slightly surprised, and paused for only a second, "Yeah, let me cum in your mouth baby," she said sexily, putting her hands on his shoulders and pusshing down gently, genuinely thinking he might not have heard her.

As he sank to his knees, Sam's fear of the unknown lingered. He had heard Reflectors could change their sex, but thought surely this is not what she intended. Still, the complete unknown of her body made him want to obey, not out of fear, but out of the ecstatic thrill of what could be. She smiled as he knelt before her and she casually pulled his hair down so his face was in her pussy. Her lips almost appeared to ripple and latch onto his face. Sam started moving his tongue up and down, while looking up at her sculpted abs, and her massive tits. As he did, her pussy lips got bigger, and her moans grew deeper. Sam couldn't help but stroke his now aching cock as her wetness transferred onto his tongue.

"Onnnghhh yes keep licking," she moaned, gripping his hair tight.

Sam did as he was told. His face sticky with her precum. Her hips had grown to the size of his face and she was grinding her cunt up and down on it, moaning, "yes... yes... yes.... Baby.... fucking eat that pussy... unghhhhhhhhhh.... mmhm..... you want more? You want me to cum on that dirtly little face?" He moaned into her as he licked and held her thighs, which trembled as she seemed to be approaching climax. "Oh yes..." she groaned, pulling his face in deeper. "Oh fuck, mmm," she whined. "Yessss, yes yessss, I'm gonna cum" she moaned louder than she had moaned yet, her hips bucking up as her pussy lips enveloped him. "I'm gonna c..." she panted. "I'm gonna cum... oh, fuck, ongh, ongh yeah, oh," she whined louder, her hips now bucking wildly against his lapping tongue. "Yeah, yeah, let me cum on that face, angh, angh anghhhhhhhhh" she almost screamed, as liquid spilled out of her and onto his waiting tongue, but also his forehead, eyes, nose and chin. "Fuckkk yeahhhhh," she moaned as her hips trembled.

Sam barely had the chance to wipe some of the liquid from his eyes before she pulled his face down against her thigh. She orgasm was clearly not over, but she moaned, "you cum too. Stroke yourself and look at me while you cum."

It felt like such an odd position to be in, but Sam wanted nothing more than to obey. The urge to stroke when she said to stroke was irresistibly coursing through him like Meda's orgasm was coursing through her body. And he did more than obey. He stroked his cock while lapping up all the liquid on Meda's thigh that his tongue could reach with Meda's hand holding his face against it. He was already close to orgasm from Meda fucking him moments ago, and somehow he found that having Meda's cum shot on his face, the sheer pleasure he could see in her face, and the drops of her cum dripping from his chin onto his cock, heightened that overwhelming sensation of inevitability. It was all becoming too much. Meda noticed he was licking up her cum and pulled his hair closer to it, still keeping his eyes facing hers. He stroked harder and looked at her softening face, and when she said, "cum.... cum for me... Sam," he did not wonder how she knew his name, because her eyes kept him suspended in place, and every ounce of cum that was in his balls spurted onto the floor in short and uncontainable bursts. When his body naturally sought to recoil, she kept him where he was, demanding that he continue to look at her as he shook and came.