"I am sorry," said the man with the gorgeous red hair, but Brandi didn't understand why. He was making her feel so good right now, stroking and petting her all over with delicate pale fingers that seemed to be able to caress each and every one of her nerves individually, and she couldn't imagine anything but pleasure whenever she looked into his jade green eyes and sank into their strangely iridescent depths. He didn't have anything to feel guilty about as far as Brandi was concerned. Frankly, she was hoping this night never had to end.

But there was something strangely mournful in his stare, a slightly haunted expression that penetrated the haze of drowsy lust suffusing her mind and made her force herself to pay attention to his words even though all she wanted to do was spread her legs wider to give him even more access to her tawny cunt. "It is... difficult even for me to speak of this," he murmured, his fingers continuing their seductive caresses without any conscious effort on his part and yet eliciting more arousal than even the most skilled of Brandi's previous lovers. She'd never been so turned on before. She'd never imagined herself even capable of floating in pure euphoric bliss like this.

She could still just about manage to keep her eyes open, though, staring back into his gaze and doing her best to remain focused on what he was saying to her--if for no other reason than it seemed rude to simply tune him out and fuck. That was what guys did, right? "I thought that I would never give in to this particular temptation, you see," he continued. "I always assumed that the companionship of your people would be enough to sustain me through the long and lonely years." Brandi frowned a little, not exactly liking that description coming from a man so pale he could get a tan on a full moon. She identified as biracial, not Black, but she was all too aware that even the slightest hint of brown made a difference to some folks.

But his hands felt so good on her puffy nipples, and Brandi could feel her cunt drooling all over the hotel bedspread, and the way he was touching her made Brandi feel so genially relaxed that she let him run his string a little while longer. She could always leave later if he turned out to be a real jerk. She could always get up and walk away once she was done staring into the captivating, pearlescent sheen of his beautiful green eyes. Her mouth opened to offer him some kind of response, simply to show that she was still listening, but nothing escaped save for a breathy sigh of pure vacant lust.

It seemed to be enough for him, though. "For a long time, I assure you, it was. I moved among your cultures, I shared in your triumphs and your tragedies--I even made my own small and subtle contributions to your advancement, although I always remained cautious to keep myself hidden. I'm sure you know that humanity is capable of great cruelties in their fear and jealousy." Brandi nodded loosely, trying to keep her expression sympathetic, but it was difficult when his fingers kept tracing her labia the way they did. She'd heard of men who had a magic touch before, but none of them could lay claim to something quite so enchanting as... as....

His index finger insinuated its way into her sopping cunt, and the question of his name flew straight out of Brandi's head all over again. She didn't need to worry about it. Not when he was making her feel so good like this.

"But my sorrow, my longing... it never went away." It was only when Brandi's vision swam back into focus that she realized she'd fully dissociated into a glassy-eyed trance staring vacantly at him and... oh shit, was she cumming? The pleasure was so languid and dreamy that she couldn't quite process just how intense it was, like the muzzy rapture she felt once after a few of her weed gummies stuck together and she took about five times what she'd intended. She felt asleep and awake and orgasmically blissed out all at the same time, and keeping track of what he was saying to her seemed like an impossible chore even though she knew she was hearing each and every word.

It didn't stop him from continuing, though, his words meant as much for himself as for Brandi. "Every time I tried to speak to one of you, tried to share my thoughts and emotions, it failed in the exact same way for the exact same reasons. Your perspective is too limited. A lifetime of experience doesn't mean the same thing to you as it does to me, as it... it did... to one of my people. I can share in your lives to the utmost, but ultimately you cannot share in mine the same way. And so the wound in my heart could never heal."

Brandi knew that a dopey grin was exactly the wrong kind of response to give to someone pouring his heart out like this, even someone with a weird racial hang-up she was too stupefied with bliss to make sense of. But he had two fingers inside her now, and his thumb was rubbing right over her clit, and his technique was so impressive that Brandi literally could not stop herself from going downright insensate with dazed euphoria. So she simply lay there, head lolling against the pillows, smiling like an idiot as he murmured, "I am the last of my kind, you see. And the last of anything is always lonely."

Brandi's hips bucked and thrashed, and her eyelids fluttered to half-mast as he added a third finger to her accommodating cunt. But she managed to keep her gaze fixed on his, and even though his words weren't making sense at all to her anymore she nonetheless did her best to take them all in. "It was all a matter of statistics in the end, you see," he admonished her, as though imparting some lesson she had no use for and couldn't possibly hope to understand. "On a long enough timescale, the odds of misfortune average out to a certainty even for us."

Her only response was an embarrassingly loud moan, and even though Brandi knew the clientele at this particular hotel were probably pretty used to hearing people fucking on the other side of the thin walls she nonetheless felt a twinge of embarrassment at just how easily he was melting her brain to mush with his touch. She liked sex as much as the next woman, and she'd had her share of one-night stands, but he was making her so wet she could barely even register what he was saying. By the time he finally--

Oh. Oh shit. He was going to fuck her soon. The thought of his cock penetrating her with the same skill and technique as his slender fingers made Brandi's eyes go wide as saucers with astonished lust.

"Some of us perished in fires, others in earthquakes, still others in catastrophes caused by human hand of one variety or another," he went on, seemingly oblivious to the thudding drumbeat of arousal between Brandi's thighs. "The last of us apart from me died in a flood of molasses, of all things. It was a thousand thousand tiny cuts, diminishing our population almost imperceptibly until we were so few we could walk across an entire continent and never meet each other. It's foolish in hindsight. We could have easily outpaced such fickle and trivial losses, except that, well...."

His face reddened. Brandi had never seen anyone so readily show a blush. "We were never especially sexual beings. It simply held no appeal compared to the rarefied pursuits of the intellect and imagination." The room filled with an awkward silence for a moment, broken only by the sound of an entire fist now easily stretching Brandi's hungry cunt.

He coughed. "I, um, I mean I've made a bit of an effort to learn since then," he added quickly, his efforts to avert his gaze stymied by the rapt fascination with which Brandi followed every movement of his mesmerizing eyes. "But only out of... well. That brings us back to where we started, doesn't it? My apology to you, sweet and beautiful child. As unforgivable as my actions are, I can nonetheless beg forgiveness from you." He shifted position, settling between Brandi's spread legs with his cock jutting out in front of him. It looked even bigger set against his slender body, and she instantly understood why he'd spent so much time finger-fucking her. He needed to do a lot of foreplay to get her prepped to take a monster like that.

"You see," he said, sliding his hand out of her with a wet slurping noise that left Brandi mewling in desperate need, "the will of your species has always been notoriously fragile compared to ours, a fact that's helped us to stay concealed among you all this time. We never abused it, not when it would be cruel to mistreat something as defenseless as a human being, but there's never been a point when your mind was fully your own around me. I decided what you would think and feel, and that's simply the way of any interactions between your kind and mine as surely as water runs down a hill. You understand and accept this because submission to me feels natural to you." Brandi nodded, but her mind wasn't on the conversation at all anymore. It was on that big dick moving closer and closer to her pussy lips.

"But when I found myself alone, all alone for decades on end, I... I confess, I gave more and more thought to abusing the privilege of my superior mind." His cock slid inside her, and only the compelling iridescence of his hypnotic eyes kept Brandi's eyelids from squeezing tight shut in a burst of culminating ecstasy beyond anything she could possibly have conceived of. The muscles of her vaginal canal squeezed in a desperate attempt to somehow drag him as far inside her pussy as he could go. "I knew that you could bear a child with me, one that would breed true to my kind and not yours. In a century or two, we would be virtually peers compared to any of the humans on this world."

Brandi wrapped her legs around him, desperate to fill her cunt with his stiff prick, unable to think in words let alone speak in them, her orgasms stacking up on top of each other as she wordlessly begged him to cum inside her. "And so I learned how this... this intercourse you enjoy so much... how it worked, how to do it properly and how to make sure it led to pregnancy. I am going to fuck you until your belly is full with my child, and I have taken away any choice you might have had in the matter. And for that, I owe you an apology. This is my weakness. My longing for someone I can feel a kinship with."

The tiny modicum of understanding Brandi could still summon up saw nothing to apologize for. All thought of consequences for their incredible, mind-blowing sex had fled her brain, and she couldn't imagine wanting to say no to being fucked by a gigantic horse cock like this even if she had all the willpower in the world. But trying to explain that felt impossible at the moment for her lust-drunk brain, so she just squeezed her legs around him even tighter and bucked her hips into his thrusts until his heavy balls smacked against her pussy lips. "I will never forget the service you provided me, Brenda Ellington," he intoned, his words slipping into the back of her subconscious. "And neither will the child who outlives you, I will make sure of that."

Brandi's mind finally gave up the ghost around then, and she stopped processing pretty much anything he said until he pulled out and she felt a gush of semen leaking out of her sloppy cunt. "My seed has found purchase," he said, giving Brandi's cheek a gentle caress as she nodded dreamily and uncomprehendingly back at him. "I will return at times to help care for the child, and to introduce them to the others of their kind that I will be... ensuring, over the coming years. All you need to do is raise them--and although it has been a long while since my own childhood, I assure you they will not be an undue burden to you." He slid off the bed, leaving Brandi to very gradually recover; and although she could only vaguely recall what he'd said during their tryst, her hands nonetheless moved to her belly in reverent anticipation of what was soon to come.

THE END