It had been a long time since Helaine Morris had felt the touch of another human being's hand on her body and the touch of The Great One was beyond compare. Electrical volts seemed to feed from her fingers, leaving streams of tingles in the wake of each stroke she gave. Helaine's body seemed not to be her own. She watched from outside her body as she removed her clothing, taking a long time to let her shirt slide off of her shoulders, her skin feeling the rough texture of the cloth. Her bra went next and then her pants and suddenly, she felt as if she was in a romantic novel, wanton and needy.
Morris' hands roamed her own flesh, stroking and pinching, raising her sexual and physical temperature. She had never felt something as glorious as her own flesh and her honest reaction showed it. The Great One watched the human with great amusement and even greater jealousy; it had been eons since she had been able to respond as openly as Morris was. Sex was a chore, a
job
to her. It was not enjoyable but maybe this time, it would be different.
She spoke a few words and the detective came to her, nearly floating on the strength of her lust. The Great One bent and took her nipple into her mouth, pulling Morris' body against her body and quivering with the energy that coursed through them. It was so pure and it startled The Great One to realize that the detective had never had sex with a female. She thought that all humans were depraved and the beauty of the woman's response spread through her like butter on a hot surface.