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human females often self-lubricated. “I will be…” she paused again, considering. “Walking funny—do you understand?”
    Joran frowned, thinking. “Ah—yes, I see,” he said, smiling as the meaning of her words filtered through his mind, translated into his own language. “I did not hurt you?”
    Adriana shook her head. “You did not hurt me,” she replied. “I…oh God, I just had the best sex of my life with a damned alien.” Adriana shook her head.
    “I am very good at human sex,” Joran told her. “I have researched intensely.”
    “How, exactly, did you—research?” Adriana asked, peering up at him closely.
    “Your species has a wealth of material,” Joran explained. “This is how I know that human women must achieve orgasm during the mating experience.” Adriana’s lips twitched.
    “That—that isn’t actually required,” she said, chuckling slightly. “I mean, it’s a big plus, but women conceive from forced sex that they don’t enjoy in the slightest.”
    Joran frowned, remembering the films he had seen. The women in them had achieved climax in every one—it had seemed to both him and his colleagues that this was a required component of the experience.
    “I must ask you many questions,” Joran said. “We may have made wrong assumptions; that should be clarified.” Adriana bit her bottom lip, and Joran wondered if this was a signal of reproductive readiness in the species, or in her individual culture—he could detect her arousal beginning to intensify.
    “We’ll keep the ‘women must come’ assumption on the table; if there are a bunch of you doing this, I’d like for all of the women you recruit to at least have a good time.”
    Joran laughed. “But there are other discoveries that must be made,” he pointed out.
    “What exactly are you trying to find out?” Adriana asked him. Joran felt a flicker of guilt for the fact that he had not told this woman the whole truth of his mission.
    “We are exploring human female reproduction,” he said. “My race, the Khateen…we are hopeful that perhaps human genetics would be worth incorporating into our own; either to enhance our offspring, or to create new offspring that would have features of both.” Adriana took a deep breath and exhaled.
    “You know,” she said slowly. “I shouldn’t be surprised. Also, you’re not…the idea isn’t that poorly founded.” Joran frowned, tilting his head to the side to silently request an explanation. “Humans—well, really, really early humans—basically…” she laughed. “We came to be the way we are because our distant ancestors had sex with anything that even vaguely resembled another human.”
    Joran chuckled. “So you and I mating is not an unprecedented human event?”
    Adriana shrugged. “I would hope that if you mated with early humans you’d already know what you needed to about us. But we’re a combination of several different earlier species.”
    Joran inhaled sharply at the epiphany this information gave him. “That explains it! One of the questions we are exploring is why your genetic code is so complex, and so varied.”
    Adriana nodded. “Homo sapiens, Neanderthal, the Denisova… we’re all…” she shrugged. “There’s been a big mish-mash of species to make the human race.”
    “I must research,” Joran told her. He paused, sensing her lingering arousal. “I believe though that you are ready to mate again?” he reached down, stroking the slick folds of her sex. Human women were so different from the females of his own species, Joran thought. He brought his hand up to cup one of Adriana’s breasts. He admitted privately to himself that he could almost consider Adriana at least to be a vast improvement on any of the temptations the females on his own planet could offer.
    “If you go really, really slowly,” Adriana said, licking her lips. “I think I can do that again without passing out.”
    Joran smiled, leaning in to kiss her on the lips.