The following has been translated to Earth Standard for research, archival and filing purposes from the personal logs of Dr.

[REDACTED].

Command has instructed me that I have to start keeping a journal in regards to our interactions with the humans of the exploratory and colonization vessel they call the UEAS PROGENY. What an ugly language they have. We finally come across a fellow sapient species and they're a bunch of giant [NO TRANSLATION, SLUR].
Day 1, 1800: The [SLUR] are as oafish as they are large. Easily twice as tall as us but not even a fraction as elegant. Whereas we are delicate, graceful and purposeful in our movements, they are slow, plodding and clumsy. No less than six of them have hit

their heads when moving through our reasonably-sized doors aboard our station, and that's only what I've personally witnessed.
Their coloring ranges from dirt to darker dirt and their guttural speech sounds like the barking of some of the more violent animals on the various planets with fauna we've visited. Still, the others are, of course, enamored with them. Translation is slow but steady and from what we've gathered so far, they are incredibly rude and at times even threatening. I have an incredibly bad feeling about these [SLUR]...

Day 1, 2100, addendum: So, apparently there was a bit of logistical mix-up and the [SLUR] word "HAPPY" does not, in fact, mean "fight, combat, battle or violence". It just means they're pleased. They've been saying they're "happy to meet us", not "can't wait to attack". Progress, I suppose. I still don't trust them.

Day 2, 1000: They refer to themselves as "HUMAN". Their home planet, "EARTH", is on some home-forsaken [TN: Species secular,

instead refers to the "home" for swears or emphasis.] tip of an arm way out on the edge of the galaxy. They've been searching for
a new planet to colonize for some indeterminate amount of time. Can't really tell, time measurement is tricky to translate. We can
only assume a long time, judging by how far they've traveled. We're also having issue figuring out how many of them are aboard
their vessel. It's an impressive size, though that could also be due to the sheer size of their race. How much must these [SLUR]
eat to maintain themselves? Home and hearth, their soldier caste* are even bigger than the normal ones by far! Their clunky armor
and heavy footsteps shake the few rooms they can get into. Terrifying! Only a truly warlike race would need to birth such
monstrosities! [SLUR] indeed!

Day 2, 1300, addendum: In regards to how much food they can eat: a lot. Thankfully they brought their own. We'd be destitute in a

[week] at the rate they consume!

Day 2, 1400, addendum 2: Upon inquiring about their soldier-caste, they released a chorus of noisy guffaws, stamping feet and

banging fists on tables. Turns out that metal armor they wear is a suit. One of them demonstrated by stepping out of his. Still
large, but not much more so than his [SLUR] kin. I have been made the fool, it seems. Still not to be trusted.

*[TN: Species has a faux "caste" system, where some families are often pushed into certain roles in their society due to being
more genetically predisposed. Some families are born bigger and stronger and are made soldiers or manual labor, others smarter and
put into teaching or mentally taxing roles. Not mandatory, but common.]

Day 3, 0900: We have made decent strides in language homogeneity. We have a decent translator setup, to where we can hold simple

conversations with the [SLUR] with few errors, filling in gaps as they appear. One of the more taxing translation issues we have
is naming things one of us has no word for. As a biologist, for example, it will be my task to catalog their anatomy, while also
sharing our own. As much cathartic glee it would give me to name their no doubt equally clumsy and uninspired organs and limbs, I
am above all else a scientist and doctor. I will follow protocol and name them accordingly. [SLUR] or not. Still, I look forward
to laughing at their genetic makeup.
Day 3, 1400, addendum: It has come to the attention of my superiors that I am not allowed to refer to the Humans as [SLUR]
anymore, and have been reprimanded for my manner of speech. Should the Humans discover this, it could cause damage to our
relationship as fellow sapient species...
Day 3, 1700, addendum 2: I have also been told I am not allowed to use surrogate slurs to refer to them, either, and that any
further acts will be considered insubordination and result in my superiors "removing my wings and introducing them to an
unfortunate section of my body". I'll be speaking to command about that.
Day 3, 1800, addendum 3: Command didn't care.

Day 4, 1500: Spent the day going over data, images, logs and scans relating to human anatomy. That is an...impressive musculature,
to be frank. If this data is correct, one of them could tear our arms off if given reason. More warnings have been sent to
command, though I'm sure they'll ignore them as they have the others. Also, and while I am...hesitant to say this, based on a
particular organ they possess...their poor women. Home and all people in it, these animals must brutalize eachother during mating!
Even the most endowed of our males are as children comparatively. While I have sent all findings to be cataloged, I'll...probably
prevent these from reaching the general public...to avoid worry, I mean...

Day 5, 1000: My attempt at shielding the general public from this information has failed in record time. One of my assistants, who shall remain nameless, took it upon herself to peruse my files and, upon discovering their "size" decided to share this with every other girl she knew. Information spread like wildfire and now half the station (guess which half) has taken to calling them
three-legs. We hushed it up by telling them it was a mistranslation of slang, implying it actually meant they were three "legs" taller than us. Likening it to their use of odd measurement systems using "feet" as a unit. I reprimanded the girl who started it, but now we're stuck propagating this lie to prevent embarrassment species-wide.
The males don't find this news nearly as badly as I expected they would, as the information regarding the females of their species was also released. Apparently the idea of a large, dominant woman with incredible strength and stamina is enjoyable to them. Go figure.
At the same time, there's been some interesting reactions from the Humans to our own anatomy. On a base level, we're similar
enough to one another, for the most part. There are a few utility and cosmetic differences, but for the most part we aren't too
different. They are taller, stronger, slimmer (based on proportion) and have little hair on their bodies, primarily on top of
their heads. They, based on our appearance, have taken to calling us "MOTHS". I've no idea what that means, but they all have been
in agreement about this since they first saw us. I must ask one of them to explain. In the meantime, I may need to speak to
command about their ability to use obvious slurs but I am barred.
Day 5, 1200, addendum: I asked. They had pictures. I think I need to take some time off to process this.
Day 5, 1300, addendum 2: WE ARE [FUCKING] INSECTS TO THEM!

Day 7, 1200: Took a day off to get my head together. That was difficult to take, to say the least. On their planet, moths, which
are INCREDIBLY similar to our looks, save several details like extra limbs, distended appendages they called a "THORAX" and an odd
lack of mouth, these creatures could pass for us almost exactly. Same eyes, same antennae, same (or very similar) wings, same mild
coating of down, though theirs appears to be a little more pronounced. Still, the humans seem enamored with it. They find our
similarities endearing. Some of the others, no surprise the females especially, are thrilled at this comparison. They have been
laughing along with their words, showing off how their wings or antennae move, flying about the room in demonstration. It's very
clear the humans are intrigued by us. I've seen both the males and females whispering to eachother while motioning to us. I am
getting that "don't trust them" feeling again. I've compared data, I know how "compatible" we are.
Day 7, 1800, addendum: That didn't take long. A human male and that same assistant who originally leaked the data were caught in
the middle of what the humans referred to as "MAKING OUT". A passionate pressing together of mouths that the Humans say is not an
act of aggression, but the opposite. Apparently it is a pre-mating ritual done between their species to, and I quote, "GET IN THE
MOOD". They separated the two and confined both to their respective quarters. The humans seemed more concerned with the
possibility of contamination and biological issues than the morality of the issue. Mixing species! What kind of backwards culture
is this?! Is this common for them?! I will speak with command AGAIN.
Day 7, 2000, addendum 2: Command was, as usual, on their side. They are far too concerned with making friends than what is or
isn't proper. They even asked if the two were now a mating pair and if their unification was a possibility to strengthen our
ties. Not even one [week]
and they're already considering [marrying] off one of our own like some kind of peace offering.

[TN: Species has similar bonding ceremonies to human marriage, but is based more on the possibility of strong offspring than love
or personal choices.]
*[TN: Species has a 10 day "week" based on their own planet's rotation. Each day is roughly 30 hours, but due to it's off-center
axis, their days are considerably shorter than their nights, making them nocturnal by evolution.]

Day 8, 1500: Seems like the little display of "GET IN THE MOOD" has turned some heads and there have been three new instances of "inter-species incidents". Two are more of the previous; a female and a male human getting a little too "FRIENDLY", as the humans put it, and being caught because the humans appear to keep close watch on their own. One thing they're good for, at least. According to one of the males, the...width of our females is pleasing, in so many words. Humans seem to value girth in their women. Possibly due to healthy births? That seems to be one of their few logical points. Still, the wording was odd and difficult to replicate.
Anyway, the third was an occurrence that I, as a medical professional, have never seen in my [years]* of study and application. Two females were caught in the restroom, likely due to it being designed for our own kind and not theirs, so the towering giant was easily spotted within one of the stalls. The cacophonous sounds the humans made as the two were escorted out of the restroom were deafening to say the least. Many cheered, clapped, hollered encouragements and congratulations to the human for her "achievement". Some of them even exchanged what I later learned was their form of currency. The human seemed very proud of herself, and persisted in courting the girl, who seemed to be incredibly embarrassed (as she should be!), but not entirely ashamed of herself. She will be interrogated at length for this.
Day 8, 1800, addendum: I managed to question one of the humans at the scene and asked about the celebration and exchange of currency. Apparently they gambled credits on a claim the female made. She was boasting that she'd been getting "LOOKS" from one of our staff and that she could "BRING HER OVER TO HER SIDE". I was terrified. Are they attempting to indoctrinate our impressionable, younger generation to their people? Is this what humans do? Have we been invaded?! Immediate discussion with command must be had, this could be a matter of station-wide security!
Day 8, 1830, addendum: A human noticed my panic and translated. Apparently "BRING HER OVER TO HER SIDE" refers to convincing the young lady to experiment copulation with other females. They were cheering because she was successful. I truly find no joy in dealing with these creatures.

[TN: Species, due to the strong emphasis on procreation and forming strong genetic strains in their culture, rarely see homosexuality among their kind. It's about as rare to them as someone born with an extra finger is for human kind.]
*[TN: Species has a similar year structure to our own, with years measured in revolutions around their sun. Considerably longer than our own, their years consist of roughly 500 days.]

Day 9, 0900: One of the human males was in my office this morning for a check in. He said he was sent for a vitals reading for my records. I didn't recall this on my schedule, but with how busy I usually am, this isn't unheard of. In fact, more often than not, my assistants have to remind me of appointments I've made or meetings I need to attend. So, I ushered him in and had him take a seat on the operating table, as the regular chair was far too small for him to fit in. I did my best to hook him up to machinery designed for our species, but was at a bit of a loss for some, so I skipped a few steps. The insufferable goon insisted on making small talk as I worked, which only prolonged my time with him. They do love to use those vocal cords of theirs.
As I worked, one of my assistants was hovering about the room performing menial tasks I had assigned her, and before long they had begun their own little chitchat session. Inane rambling, but at least it gave me time to work unburdened. I read charts, logged data, did my job as usual and, while the readings were interesting, they were incomplete. I required more equipment. I even had few fun ideas I could do with some of the more "uncomfortable" instruments. So, I hurried off to find my objects of desire and informed my assistant* to keep an eye on the human's vitals and notify me of any changes.
It seems that, even in my own office, I am unable to be free of these damn nuisances. Upon my return with my tools, not only has my assistant shirked her duties, she has instead opted to do more of that detestable mouth to mouth groping action the humans have introduced to our once pure society. I was furious. I shouted so fast that even the automatic translator was having difficulty keeping up with my words, but I'm certain the human got the overall message, judging by the look on his fleshy face. I threw both out of my office for the day and sent yet another complaint to command, demanding a posted guard to make sure this doesn't happen again. I am at my wit's end.
Day 9, 1100, addendum: I need a better way to discern between the humans, how could I have missed the fact that this was the very same "couple" that were first caught in the act before! This is clearly a breach of protocol in some way.
Day 9, 1200, addendum: Command still doesn't care and actually want to see the data the sensors picked up from the human during the event. Bastards.

*[TN: Continued use of "assistant" due to using the same word for "nurse", "secretary", "aide" and other such jobs. They apparently use these "assistants" for a number of different tasks beyond their designated areas of expertise. Almost a "servant" caste.]

Day 10, 1300: We had our first altercation since the arrival of our "guests" today. No matter the species, jealousy is universal. Apparently two of our own, females, had an argument over one of the human males, who apparently had been wooing both of them. Both females laid claim to him exclusively and it escalated to violence. Thankfully, the humans on the scene are at least trained in conflict defusal and managed to get the two separated before they could do any serious damage to one another. They also, surprisingly enough considering their until now barbaric manner of behavior, reprimanded the human male. They apologized profusely for his behavior, citing this wasn't his first time doing something to this extent. The assured security that he would be confined to his quarters and be punished severely for this incident. I am unsure if they practice corporal punishment, (wouldn't surprise me if they did) but I can only hope this hooligan wakes up regretting his actions tomorrow. A diplomatic incident like this could likely spell disaster for us all. No way would we survive combat with these [apes].
Day 10, 1600, addendum: Apparently the human females have taken it upon themselves to discuss with any female staff they can the dangers of the human male. They are manipulative, aggressive and will often do whatever it took to get what they wanted. What that is is painfully clear. Thanks to this, however, many of our females are shying away from the humans because of it. Little victories, I suppose.

Day 11, 1400: With translation as far along as it's come, the humans have begun talks of a mutual agreement between our species. An alliance. While no other sentient species has yet to be discovered, they believe working together we could expedite the process of finding others. Command is, of course, eating this up. They've been frothing at the mouth at the concept of working with these hulking brutes since day 1. No doubt sacrificing the integrity of our people to achieve this. Wingless* twits. Still, they could have valuable resources we could use, not to mention technology and brute strength. With a little outsmarting, these humans could be made into a valuable asset to our people.
Day 11, 1600, addendum: They're organizing what the humans call a "MIXER", where everyone gathers together in one room, partakes of food, drink and merriment while getting better acquainted with one another. We are giving the humans the keys to our people's secrets and intelligence. I am surrounded by idiots.
Day 11, 1700, addendum 2: Command has turned down my request for a transfer, citing that I am currently our entire race's foremost authority on human biology.

[TN: Wings are a bit of a status symbol among their species. Larger, more colorful wings are viewed as a point of beauty and elegance. Inversely, smaller and duller wings are seen as weak, ugly and undesirable. "Wingless" is a common insult for individuals viewed as feckless or pathetic.]

Day 12, 0800: Cnatt tak tudey. Litel ot dugnkk. Fukkc hamens.

Day 13, 1300: Protocol meeting all morning. I imbibed a bit much yesterday, stripped down to my underclothes in the middle of the designated human common area, then shouted profanities, slurs and proclaimed that "MOTHS" are the superior species. Several clumsy attempts at violence were made toward the humans, but I am told the humans were not offended, but actually encouraging my behavior. There are pictures. And videos. House and home, I have never been more mortified.
Day 13, 1500, addendum: The humans have taken to calling me "PROFESSOR PARTYTIME". Resubmitting my request for transfer to command.
Day 13, 1600, addendum 2: All requests for transfer for the foreseeable future have been denied and I am not to partake in any intoxicating substance again for the remainder of the humans' stay.

Day 14, 1000: Tomorrow is the designated date for the "MIXER" and all are encouraged to attend. While attendance is voluntary for some, I have been informed my attendance is mandatory, as some of the human science caste will be there and I am expected to share my findings with them. Formal dress. Be polite. Apparently the humans have decided to begin asking for "DATES" from some of our people, which means attending the event together and spending the majority of the night in eachother's company. Naturally the witless among our staff have almost universally agreed to go and others have even started asking humans themselves. I am secluding myself in my office for the remainder of the day and waiting for this to all just pass me by.
Day 14, 1600: At this time, I have received 8 messages from various humans (whomever gave out my contact information will be getting a stern reprimand) requesting to take me to the "MIXER". I'd complain to command about harassment, but at this point I can already guess what their reaction will be.

Day 15, 1100: This damn "MIXER" is in a few [hours] and I am sitting here in my quarters, dressed in my finest and staring at myself in the mirror. I joined this station to expand my knowledge and learn more about our universe. Here I am being trotted out like some kind of child who's parent wishes them to socialize. I feel like a fool. I'll be periodically sneaking away from the party to make updates and take breaks from dealing with these grunts.
Day 15, 1300, addendum: I feel like even more of a fool. I was never one for social events, but it's made even worse being stomach-high to half the people in attendance. I can tell the human scientists are mocking me due to our difference in size. They see us as children. I am one more condescending look away from grabbing a drink and pouring it down their pants. Wingless cretins.
Day 15, 1400, addendum 2: I have been offered an irritating number of alcoholic beverages by the humans (and several of our own people as well). I hate this. How much longer must I be subjected to this?
Day 15, 1500, addendum 3: One of the humans grabbed my antenna and I nearly punched him in the groin before his friends dragged him away and apologized. Wingless bastard.
Day 15, 1600, addendum 4: Snuck a little [wine]
*. Command won't find out, just needed to take the edge off. Homestead, what a miserable night.
Day 15, 1700, addendum 5: One of the human females noticed me sulking in the corner and approached. She commented that someone as physically attractive/pleasant/enjoyable to look at (I'm unsure of the wording here, I may have had a little more drink than I intended.) as I was shouldn't be "ALL BY HER LONESOME". She noticed my confusion and explained, saying I looked lonely and asked if I'd like to dance. I may be a little tipsy, but I'm not that far along yet!
Day 15, 1700, addendum 6: Okay, yes I am. Dammit.
Day 15, 1800, addendum 7: Home afar, but humans smell nice...like a mix of [salty] and some kind of acidic, floral scent? I don't recall them ever smelling like this before. Pheromones? I am too drunk to figure anything out right now. I like dancing.

[TN: Closest approximation to their units of time.]
*[TN: Their alcohol is primarily made from fermented roots from their homeworld, though there is an arboretum aboard the station that supplies these and a large number of other plants.]

Day 16, 0600: Couldn't sleep. Can't sleep. Last night has me thinking too much. Feeling odd feelings. Shame? Excitement? Regret? Hope? That human and I spent the remainder of the evening in eachother's company. Apparently her name is "SAMANTHA". Neither of us could pronounce our names correctly, though she seemed to enjoy my accent when attempting to. The human language is, like them, clumsy and slow. In the time it takes you to say one sentence in human, we could tell a whole story! Anyway, it wasn't as unpleasant as I thought it'd be. As it turns out, she's a scientist for the humans as well! Something they call a "BOTANIST", which means she specializes in plants. Though when I asked her about her scent, she informed me it wasn't pheromones, but some kind of scented oil the humans call "PERFUME" that they spray on themselves to smell nice. I wonder if this could be adapted to our genealogy? A number of flora from the homeworld would make for fetching scents.
We spent a large amount of time dancing and speaking. By my home, I'd never danced before, but the way they do it is so relaxing. Standing close together, arms around one another, just moving to the music. At first I was hesitant, but she's very persuasive. Before long I didn't want to let her go. There has to be some kind of scientific explanation to this. How have the humans, in such a short time span, managed to become so close to us? For goodness sake, I spent my evening fawning over another female! I've never been interested in men, let alone women! I need more data...maybe I should message her tomorrow?

Day 17, 1000: I managed to get more one on one time with human tests, though I was warned to avoid harming them. Nothing beyond fluid and DNA samples. What do they take me for? I am a professional, I know how to gather samples. I studied my craft for nearly [10 years] before going into practice, and have been in practice for another [5]! I am not some [first-year] student learning the sections of the wing. Give me some credit here.
Day 17, 1300, addendum: Okay, future reference, requesting a sample of eye fluid from humans does not work out well. Likewise scrapings of any kind. Lastly, while their hair does grow back, they do not take kindly to the removal of large portions of it without their permission.

Day 18, 1200: I am getting really tired of "inter-species morality lectures". I'm not used to how soft they are! They're entirely endoskeletal! Don't blame me, blame their genetics! He'll be fine, it wasn't even that deep!
Day 18, 1300: Okay, so it's deep, but I've been informed human females find scars attractive. I don't see an issue with it. He'll be fine in a few weeks. Honestly.

Day 19, 1500: "SAMANTHA" stopped by my office today. I was awkward and nervous for reasons I can't readily explain. She wasn't there for testing and just made a social call. I'm not really used to that. We discussed the only thing I could think of, which was science. Biology, specifically. On her planet, it's considered an act of affection to bring someone flowers, due to their smell and coloring. Do that to one of us and we'd just eat them. Which I nearly did before she informed me of their purpose. Strange custom, but in my defense they look pretty tasty.
She invited me to "dinner" tomorrow night. I don't really see the issue with discussing our fields while partaking in a meal. Could be nice. I wonder what they consider to be a balanced meal?
Day 19, 1600, addendum: One of my human test subjects informed me that "dinner" is a human courtship custom. I just agreed to go on a date. Oh homeworld, what have I done?

Day 20, 1400: Been preoccupied all day with thoughts of tonight. I've never been courted before, I'm not even sure if anyone's ever been interested in me. What should I wear? I don't have many formal clothes. I suppose I could go buy some... What will we discuss? Does this involve more of that human "mouth touching" ritual they seem so fond of? I hope not, it looks unsanitary...
Day 20, 1600, addendum: The dinner date is soon. I can't sit still and my wings haven't stopped flapping for at least an [hour] now. I'd ask for advice, but frankly the only people I talk to are my assistants, and I'd rather not let them in on my social life. I suppose I'll just have to dive in head first...

Day 21, 0200: Humans are very good at dating. And I take back everything I said about the mouth thing, which I've now learned is called "KISSING". She performed it on me at the end of the date, which involved eating, a walk through the arboretum and a little time in the aquarium. She was very interested in our homeworld plants. We lost track of time, but I don't even care. By the homeworld, I was wrong about everything I said about humans...well, okay, not everything. They're still lumbering oafs, but now I find it endearing. We're doing it again tomorrow night.
Day 21, 0200, addendum: By the way, she liked my outfit. Said it was "EXOTIC". I don't know what that means, but it made me happy.

Day 22, 1300: Assistants have been commenting on my demeanor all day. Asking what has me so happy, noting that I've been smiling a lot, amazedly talking about how I haven't yelled at any of them once. I refuse to believe any of this. I wasn't really that much of a tyrant, was I? This...date hasn't made me less of one, has it?
Day 22, 1400, addendum: It totally has...cut off my wings and call me a grub, I've really been thinking about her all day...I wonder if she's been thinking about me?

Day 23, 0800: The humans have begun eating aboard our station in one of the communal dining areas. They've been bringing in large cases full of food and food preparation machines. I heard one of them refer to it ass a "COOKOUT". They gather raw ingredients, put them on these devices that heat up rapidly, then char them until they're basically black and tasteless, then serve them out to eachother and do more of that loud talking they're so well known for. This morning they invited some of us to sample their cuisine, but I had to insist that we couldn't. Until we have more data as to what's in their meals. Their food could be toxic to us.
Day 23, 1000, addendum: "EGGS" are delicious and I will never stop eating them.
Day 23, 1200, addendum 2: "EGGS" are vile poison and I will never eat another two dozen of them again.

Day 24, 1300: We've received very, very exciting, but terrifying news. A representative of the [leader caste] from [Home]* is on their way to the station. They wish to meet with the humans and discuss where we go from here. I really hope they don't embarrass us. This could either spell a very important step forward in our races' histories or a disaster waiting to happen. We've got an inter-species forum scheduled for tomorrow to go over what we'll do. Their leaders and important figures and ours, myself included, will discuss what they will do and how to behave in front of someone of their station.
Day 24, 1300, addendum: Oh homestead, I hope none of them start mouth-touching in front of the representative We'll have to discuss that.

[TN: Another untranslatable. They are governed similarly to a monarchy, but the successors aren't necessarily decided by birthright. The current "king" or "queen" chooses an heir, related or not, they believe will best lead their people.]
*[TN: Translation issue, they use the same phonetic and written word for "home" and the name of their home planet. Contextual implications are the only discerning factor here.]

Day 25, 1600: That took forever. Humans really like to talk when you get them together. All that blustering. And so many little shiny pins on their uniforms! Several of them were practically covered in little medals and honors. Exhausting, to say the least. We've agreed to keep the known "trouble makers" confined to their quarters for the duration of the visit and, upon discussion with several known fraternizers, including my assistant and her little human boyfriend, we came to an agreement. After some preliminary testing and data gathering, we will actually allow more "mingling" between our species, provided the visit goes well and there are no incidents. I may have had some say in this, but they just think I want to observe more of our guests...which I do, but I have one in particular in mind.
Day 25, 1600, addendum: I can't believe I just said that. I'm so embarrassed.

Day 26, 1000: The representative will be arriving at the station in a few days. Until then, we have a lot of planning and instruction on behavior to drill into the humans. Etiquette, mostly. The humans do many things they'd likely find rude. We've grown accustomed to it, but they might not be so understanding. It's actually kind of scary. If they offend the delegate and word gets back to Home, it's likely to end with our species going their separate ways. They might deem them too dangerous to associate with and demand they leave our station. I'm a little worried. Which is shocking to me, as just a few [weeks] ago I was all ready to see them pack up and leave.
Day 26, 1100: I wonder if "SAMANTHA" would be alright to introduce to them?

Day 27, 0900: Gotta keep this short. Instruction starts today and I'm being forced to help out with biology and medical information to make sure they know full well what we're made of. That strength of theirs could get them into real trouble. Plus I also have to work more on the compatibility of our species physically. Fingers crossed.

Day 29, 1400: Humans are incredibly clumsy and I weep for our delegation. Five injuries in the last three days due to things like overzealous "HANDSHAKES", a human method of greeting where both individuals grasp hands and wiggle them about, (weird) or demonstrations on the do's and don'ts of interaction.

Day 31, 1000: Representative arrives tomorrow. Hopefully, hopefully the humans get the gist of what to and not to do. I want this to work out. I plan to request more time with "SAMANTHA" if things go well. We've had very little time to talk since the news, but once they're all finished flexing their wings and bragging about how great they are, we should have more time to spend together.
Day 31, 1200, addendum: Another bit of good news; our species aren't technically genetically incompatible We won't be seeing any hybrid children or mutated diseases ravaging our people, but for the most part it's pretty safe to be in close contact. There are some concerns among some of their food, but that's still being looked into. Like the "EGGS". [Fucking]* "EGGS".

*[TN: Just a personal note, it was really fun figuring out an equivalent word for this one. They don't have many swear words, so there isn't a lot of overlap.]

Day 32, 1800: What. A. Day. The delegate arrived and everyone was fawning all over her and falling over themselves to please her. It was one of the [king and queen's] daughters, I forget her name. There's like 10 of them, plus 12 sons. Anyway, both human and E'rhkeen* alike were all gawking at her. Yes, her wings are enormous. Yes, her patterns, if they're even real, are some of the most intricate of any you've ever seen. Apparently the humans really enjoyed her breasts, too. I guess that's a sign of fertility among them. Either way, she was very happy to flaunt herself in front of her people and our guests at once. Many have been talking about her succeeding her parents once the time comes, but I shudder to think of that. She's kind of an airhead and spent more time flirting and giggling at complements than she did actually learning about the humans. Still, she didn't seem offended or unimpressed. She'll be staying on the station tonight and leaving in the morning. I look forward to her departure.

*[TN: It took almost two months for everyone to agree on a proper Romanization of their race's name, and even then there's still arguments over whether it should be E's or I's at the end.]

Day 33, 1300: Oh no, even worse than I thought would happen. [Princess] L'lein Sha'o-ka Weai Ress*, (THAT was her name) in all her illustrious wisdom, has decided that since she can't take one of the humans back home with her, she will stay aboard for another few days and keep in contact with her family to give them feedback. Apparently her folks are fine with it, as she's the daddy's girl favorite who gets everything she wants. So we have to deal with a spoiled [leader caste] for a while, and because of this, we have to avoid fraternization for longer than anticipated. Needless to say, the "couples" are not too pleased with it.
Day 33, 1800, addendum: So, found out why she's staying for real, but have been ordered to keep quiet about it. Official word from command. This is insane.

*[TN: As stated before, it's not a true monarchy, but they do have official titles for the offspring of the leaders. For simplicity's sake, as the titles tend to be long-winded "Second daughter of the rightful king etc." types. Princess just saves time, especially with their leader caste's penchant for equally long names.]

**[TN: I'm just going to start translating that as "Princess L'lein," because oh my god. Her full name and title are an entire sentence.]

Day 34, 0900: Her majesty has instructed me and my assistants to focus our efforts on a personal project of hers that I'm also not allowed to speak of, but I also cannot believe I've just heard. This is all way too much, way too soon. What are the leaders thinking? I wish I could talk to "SAMANTHA" about this. I miss her. I want to do "KISSING" more.
Day 34, 1800, addendum: She showed up at my office just as I was about to head home! She just walked me back to my domicile, but we took our time and got to talk about current circumstances a lot. We both agreed to go on another date once the [princess] sodded off and we could be together without getting talked to by our superiors. I can't wait! We snuck a "KISSING" when we got to my door after making sure nobody was around. She tasted like sweet fruit today.

Day 35, 1300: The humans are surprisingly cordial when dealing with [royalty]. Whenever she walks into a room, they all stand up and bow their heads in greeting and she's given ample room to sashay to wherever she's going. She's also taken a liking to the face paint the human females use and has me working out a formula that would work with our physiology, while also working on that other thing. She's working us to the bone and doesn't seem to understand that we need rest and time. Pushy little [bimbo]*.

*[TN: Literally "promiscuous and dull-witted female with questionable scruples and lack of common sense". It's strange how they have several concepts that require five or six words to explain, but then occasionally single words that mean a large amount.]

Day 36, 1500: May have come up with rudimentary mixture for use in dying one's lips using various root and fungal extracts. Will finalize tomorrow. I am so tired.
Day 36, 1600: Scratch that, mixture has a mild chance to ignite under harsh light or high heat. Back to the drawing board. Humans are remarkably crafty.

Day 37, 1800: Scented oil similar to human "PERFUME" is looking good. Moderate irritant if applied too close to eyes or directly on antennae, but a warning label should fix that issue I guess. Or just don't rub caustic chemicals on your face, but what do I know? Also, adapting "FINGERNAIL" polish to a possible applicant to wings. Intended to be used for highlighting rather than coverage. Various colors catch light differently. I am not a cosmetologist, dammit, I am a scientist with nearly a lifetime of experience. Can't she bother someone else in our ENTIRE RACE to do this?! I'm so tired.

Day 38, 1400: Huh. Possible...hybridization? That's...weird. I could've sworn I'd checked that...oh homestead, I need to warn someone!
Day 38, 1500, addendum: So, humans have apparently introduced my assistants to pranks during work ours and someone altered my numbers when I wasn't looking "as a joke". Ha ha. Enjoy your next [week] on bedpan cleaning duty.

Day 39, 1500: Her highness made a personal visit to my office to check on progress of both her projects. She was very much into the leaps we've made into dyes and oils, but the negative results on [REDACTED] have her less enthusiastic. I kinda feel sad for her. I can tell it means a lot to the poor thing. Still, she's annoying and pushy and her big stupid [bimbo] wings keep knocking things over. Fold them up or stay away from sensitive instruments! Do they really need to be on display for all to see?!
Day 39, 1600: Whoops, let that secret slip a bit. Hope nobody saw that before I corrected it...yikes.

Day 40, 1300: Samantha* and I have been corresponding through private messages a lot lately and even taken a few more secret strolls back to her place. I'm beginning to jump a bit every time I get a notice that I have a message...she even occasionally sends pictures of herself during her work, so I've attempted to do the same, but I'm not exactly the most photogenic. Still, she seems to enjoy this. Apparently it's a common human tradition when courting.

[TN: The good doctor came up with an actual E'rhkeenisation (I just translate the words, not make up new ones) just for the name "Samantha" and when retooled a bit, it means "bringer of new feelings" or "one who changes". Kind of adorable, considering the context.]

Day 41, 1400: Attempted to send a picture of my new lab coat to Samantha, but the camera slipped and just landed squarely on my chest...I swear, I didn't used to be this clumsy, but this human woman has me in some kind of state. I don't know if I love it or hate it. I hope she doesn't think ill of me for being such a fool...
Day 41, 1500: Oh.

Day 42, 1300: Samantha stopped by today and we spent lunch together. I couldn't help but feel her eyes on me a large amount of the time, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. Something about the way she did it made it a little thrilling. She even placed her hand on my posterior a few times. When I questioned her about it, she just laughed and told me she'd tell me about it later when we have more privacy. I'm intrigued, but something tells me it's another weird human thing that I won't understand.
Day 42, 2000, addendum: Oh.

Day 43, 1000: Her highness paid yet another visit just now, but her visit was mercifully short. Still more bad news on the "private thing". I honestly can't say it's going to lead to positive results. This isn't exactly new, nor is it simple. There are far more qualified doctors than I working on this and they haven't fared much better, but I can only imagine she's a little desperate. Makes me think the cosmetic thing is more of a distraction for her. Speaking of, we now have a working prototype for [lipstick]* that doesn't seem to have much in the way of any adverse reactions. Just don't eat it or smash it into your eyes or anything, obviously. Still gonna need a warning label, of course. Ugh. Color choices are kinda limited to various shades of purple right now, due to the plants used to make them, but that'll be someone else's problem to solve.
Day 43, 1300: Samantha says purple looks good on me.

*[TN: Literally "mouth staining paste".]

Day 44, 2000: Thank the homestead the [lipstick] is non-toxic to human physiology. Possible aphrodisiac affect, though. Samantha was...forceful.

Day 45, 1500: Well, her highness has finally decided to head back home tomorrow to report to her parents, both bad news and good. Still, she seems to have taken a liking to the humans. She's even made friends with one of them. One of the human soldiers used to help with guard duty when she would meet with their leadership. Always saw them chatting together. Hopefully this spells good things for our relationship with them.
Day 45, 1600, addendum: Oh house and homeworld, no way. She couldn't have...

Day 46, 1000: Yeah...yeah, she did.
Day 46, 2000, addendum: She really extended that last day. Probably to spend a few more hours with her human [boytoy]*. Or maybe girl? Nobody's come forth to claim it, and she spent a lot of time speaking with all manner of people about her parents' plans for the future, and knowing her it could've been any of them. Or more than one.

*[TN: This was tricky. They don't have a word like "boytoy" or "friend with benefits", as their society is more based on mating partners for life. Physical connections do happen, but not even a fraction of the amount they do with humans. The phrase she used was literally "current temporary mate for enjoyment/pleasure", but I figured "boytoy" rolled off the tongue a little better in our language.]

Day 47, 1400: Samantha came in person to my office and, in front of all my assistants, asked me on another date tonight once I'm off work. I am incredibly embarrassed, but I still agreed. My assistants learned quickly to stop asking me about it after the last two were given mountains of files to organize and catalog Nosy little bastards.
Day 47, 1700, addendum: She'll be here soon. Something about this one feels different. More real, I guess? I don't know, just more nervous than last time for some reason. My hearts* are beating a mile a minute. Also, I'm wearing that same lipstick again. For aesthetic reasons.

*[TN: E'rhkeen have two hearts. A human adage gaining popularity is "because they have more love to give," with some less-than-pure undertones than you'd think.]

Day 48, 1000: That was the most amazing night of my life and I take back every bad thing I ever said about humans ever. Sparing...specific details, Samantha and I had what the humans call a "PICNIC", which involves eating on a blanket "outdoors", or in the arboretum in this case, various simple and enjoyable foods. I was wary of something she called "EGG SALAD", but the rest of it was nice. She even stayed at my place last night, though my bed is designed more for my anatomy than hers, we...made due...uh, the rest is a secret.

Personal journal, KEEP OUT!!!
Samantha rocked my fucking world last night. Normally I wouldn't want to write something like this down, but I need to remember this next time I get a little lonely. My wings are fluttering just thinking about it. We had another date, that was nice. She kept looking at my face and, while it was a little embarrassing to it, something about the way she was doing felt...predatory. Not in the dangerous way, but more like she was after me. Hunting for me, and I knew I had no way to escape. Mostly because I didn't want to. Homestead, those eyes are fierce...
We were out pretty late, most everyone else had gone home, but we were enjoying eachothers' company too much to stop. Talking, playful touches, some [kissing]
here and there, all of it had me really, really turned on. More than I think I ever have been, to be honest. She offered to walk me home, which of course I agreed to, though I was a little disappointed it all had to end. Little did I know, I never stopped being prey. As we were saying our goodnights, (Okay, we were just making out in front of my residence. Gotta remember to make more of this lipstick.), I made the fortuitous mistake of opening my door. She didn't see it as an end to our date, but an opportunity to continue it. I am incredibly glad she did.

The moment moment the door opened she lifted me of the ground and moved inside. I'm shocked by her ferocity even now, but at the same time it was incredibly thrilling. I couldn't even protest, as my mouth was far too busy with hers. She kicked the door closed behind her and we messily made our way to the bedroom, my arms and legs locked around her while she took full control of the situation. I didn't give a damn, I was soaked and needed her. She practically tossed me onto my bed, pouncing on top of me after tearing off her blouse. I noted that humans tend to be considerably smaller-chested than we are, then she bit my neck while pulling my dress off and I stopped thinking all together. How do humans do these things? Are they some kind of incredibly erotic species that only knows the most passionate of lovemaking, or are we just that sexually repressed as a race? Even the...adult relaxa-oh fuck it, who am I kidding here? The porn*** I've watched doesn't get this exciting. Then again, I've never experienced it myself. Let alone anything with another female. What have we been missing?

Humans find breasts very enticing, I've noticed. To us, they're just another part of the anatomy, but to them they're playthings to be enjoyed for pleasure and sex. This is reinforced with how much Samantha kept playing with and complementing mine in between kisses and nibbles. She commented that our nipples are much rounder on the end than theirs, then proceeded to show me the difference. Then invited me to try playing with them. Despite their much smaller size and smoother texture, they are fairly similar to ours. She then pointed out that I'm examining them like a doctor and not a lover. She was right, what the fuck was I thinking?
I decided to take after her and dove in with my mouth, giving them a tentative nibble myself to gauge her reaction. Her reaction was an arched back, a moan and to grip my head as I continued. She was very good at instructing me how to proceed; sucking, licks, more nibbles, very understanding that it was my first time doing anything like this and rewarding me with gentle caresses of my antennae, which I'm not sure she realized drove me absolutely crazy. Humans don't seem to realize how sensitive they are quite yet, but she almost seemed like she knew what she was doing.

Before long, my short-lived assault on her breasts was brought to a halt by another kiss that only started at my mouth. Home alive, I had no idea what I was in for. Her kisses trailed down my chin first and I secretly hoped she'd go back to biting my neck. Her alien claiming rituals were both barbaric and incredibly thrilling. Sadly, she only gave one on her trek down, stopping at my own breasts to show me what I'd been doing to her. I can see now why she reacted how she did. My wings almost knocked over my table lamp with the force at which they spread open, both of which she then gave little delicate kisses and complimented on their patterns. I've always thought they were dull, but hearing her say that made me really, really happy.
She didn't meddle with them long, though. She had other, more incredibly sensitive areas to take care of and went back to my breasts. It was at this time I noticed a hand snaking down my body at a brisk pace and I braced for what I knew was to come. I may have been a virgin before this, but I knew what hands could do when needed. She gave me one look, not to ask permission but more to let me know to brace myself, and slid one inside me. My hips bucked immediately and I, ashamedly, clawed at her poor head. While she didn't seem to mind, her tongue flicking my nipple as every ounce of my strength was going into pulling her closer. Damn their strength is terrifying.

While her hand worked it's magic, she would occasionally cease her assault on my chest to coo encouraging things or complements up to me, or to just talk dirty. I can only assume they were dirty, as the translator was having some difficulty with some of the words she used. I mostly just moaned and said her name a lot. (She later told me she preferred my terrible attempts at saying "SAMANTHA"**** to her E'rhkeen name.) But the gentle and slow way she said everything really, REALLY made the experience so much more enthralling. She was being very careful with me, both due to the difference in strength and sexual experience. Also, maybe she just likes it gentle, I don't know, I just know I want her to keep doing it and never stop. Nobody's ever treated me like some delicate work of art and it made me feel so...loved, I suppose. Gosh... Anyway, back to her slamming my hole with her fingers.

The entire time this was happening, those predatory eyes never left my face, even when mine were screwed shut with another wave of pleasure as she explored my insides. She said she was looking for something called the "G-SPOT", something humans apparently had. I blacked out for a second after that, which she then informed me that she found it. Then she went for it again and I silently screamed for a short while as she grinned from ear to ear at my reaction. This egged her on and she pushed deeper and deeper, commenting on the tightness and softness, and gently asking if I could handle a little more. I was a little too far gone at the moment, so she just took my pleading for more and not to stop "you fucking [SLUR]", (Ugh...I'm sorry, Samantha.) and slid a second finger inside.
I smashed her face into my chest, which she seemed rather happy with despite my roughness, and had the most mind-breaking orgasm of my life. My legs wrapped around her arm, my arms shoving her into my bosom and my wings flapping like some kind of madwoman. A long, drawn out "SAMANTHA" and I went limp, arms and legs splayed out at my sides and a very happy lover kissing away the afterglow along my collarbone and neck. No biting this time, just gentle touches and kind words. And the best part is she wasn't even done.

We spent a few minutes wrapped in eachother's arms, kissing, breathing and just experiencing eachother. But this was short-lived. Once she was sure I'd caught my breath, she asked if I was up for more. My only response was to stare at her wide-eyed, slowly nod my head and spread my legs like some kind of [bimbo] for her. By the houses of all my family, watching her kiss her way down my stomach, having no idea what she was doing, but shivering in anticipation, that was almost as memorable as the orgasm. Especially when I noticed she wasn't stopping at the stomach.
She moved to my thighs, each in turn, until stopping to hover just above my sex. She looked up at me and smiled, telling me it was cute, before planting feather-light kisses along it. If she had antennae I would've been yanking on them so hard right then. Why is this teasing such a turn on? Even thinking about it now I can feel myself dampening a little. I wonder if I should ask her for more...

The kisses were just an appetizer, with the main course being her diving in and giving me a thorough licking with that big human tongue of hers. I might have clamped down on her head with my legs a little too hard, but she didn't seem to mind. Human sturdiness is fascinating, to say the least. She seemed a little slow to start, my only guess being her figuring out the differences in our anatomy, though they're fairly limited when it comes to genitals. But fuck, is she a quick learner. The sucking on my clit part was sending shivers up and down my spine and I could only make base, guttural sounds as she continued. That fucking tongue. She tasted every inch of me down there, commenting that it was akin to sweet nectar, and that she could be down there for hours. Please!
Combined with slow, twisting pumps of her fingers inside and I was absolutely euphoric. This seemed to go on for ages, time kind of losing meaning when your head is full of supernovas and your body is covered in electricity, but again, the best part was the way I was treated. She was careful, gentle and made sure I was enjoying every minute of it. If I liked a particular spot for that glorious mouth to please, you can be damn sure she would spend extra time on it.

As much as I thought the first orgasm was intense, the second one made the first look like a light hug comparatively I'm fairly sure I may have woken up my entire section of the station with how loud I screamed, but I don't regret it for even a second. And the best part is my orgasm only pushed her harder into me, her vice grip on my thighs dragging me to her waiting mouth as she sighed and gave soft moans into me, sending little vibrations through every little part of me down there. And there she stayed until I calmed down and went limp once more.
As she pulled away, taking time to lick up every tiny bit of wetness off me, she smiled up at me with those dangerous, alien eyes and said that I had the "best GODDAMN PUSSY she'd ever tasted". I could barely think, let alone respond to her, so I just lay there, panting and trying to get feeling back in my legs. Legs she gave more little kisses to as she crawled back next to me. She smelled like arousal and sweat and, homestead take me, I wanted more. I could barely fucking move, and I didn't want her to stop. She took one look at my face, gave me a slow kiss and obliged.

The next part of her deranged human copulation techniques involved her turning me onto my side, giving me the chance to try being "sexy" for my new lover for the first time, but I'm not terribly good at it. I looked down at her and asked her "what's next?" with a coy little flutter of my wings. They're not terribly impressive, but she smiled back at me, raised my leg and replied with "I'm going to make you mine". My toes curled and my eyes widened at this. I replied with a simple, stuttered "okay". Damn, she is so much better at this than I am.
She positioned herself between my legs, straddling one, the other resting against her body, and pressed our genitals together. She was so fucking hot down there. It felt incredible, like sitting with a heater in my lap or something, but one that I wanted to have sex with...I'm not very good at this.

The slow, grinding motion she made was careful at first, she seemed to be a little concerned with hurting me like this, especially unsure of my flexibility. She did comment on how soft I was, likening it to "riding a little cloud", which made me giggle for some reason. It felt so nice, but I wanted more, so I tried the sexy thing one more time, giving another little flutter and a deep look into her eyes, saying only "please" and giving a slight movement of my hips against her. Pretty sure she got the message, as next thing I knew she had that vice grip on my leg again and was rubbing herself against me much, much more furiously.
Our clits were dancing against one another and the soft, squishy noises our connection was making sounded so damn erotic. But even better was her facial expressions, the crack in her until now impenetrable armor giving way to a being filled with just as much lust as me. She was beautiful. Her moans were like a song and I couldn't help but sing along, (Oh gosh, that sounded so corny...) and the warmth of her fleshy body made me feel so incredibly wanted.
Her pace quickened and she released my leg, bending over me with her arms supporting her just enough to hover above me, whispering filthy, but flattering things, making me feel incredibly lewd and...kind of sexy. Humans have a way with words, let me tell you. It wasn't until she told me, not asked, told me to "cum with her" that I realized just how close I was to yet another climax. One last wing-flutter and a wordless nod as I looked up at my Samantha and we were locked together in dual spasming orgasms, kissing and groping eachother frantically as our moistness intermingled and the squelching noises, while quiet and subtle, filled my ears. While not as intense or paralyzing as the previous two, this was easily my favorite.

We wrapped our arms around eachother, gave one another a few kisses, chatted for a little while about what just happened, though nothing terribly serious, just fun and flirty conversation, then settled into my now messy and still too small bed and fell asleep. She woke up before me, but never left my side. Opting instead to cuddle some more and watch me as I slept. She said I looked like a little "ANGEL". Wasn't sure what it was, but the way she said it made me smile. Human language can be cute sometimes. Getting out of that bed and watching her leave were some of the hardest things I've ever done.

[TN: No.]
[TN: They have a word for kissing now, though basically it just means "locking mouths". A little cumbersome, but it sounds better in their language.]
[TN: E'rhkeen porn is incredibly simple and usually just involves a male and female having sex and then ending. No foreplay or anything beyond the act. It may as well be a nature documentary.]
[TN: E'rhkeen have issues with "th" sounds, as they don't really have that in their vernacular. Instead, it comes out something like "Shamansa", almost like she's trying to say her name with her mouth full.]

Day 49, 1400: Oh by the homeworld, I think I'm actually in love...I want to see her right now! I don't want to wait until tonight! I want her here with me all the time. I'm addicted! Command was right for once! Humans are the best! I can't believe I ever wanted them gone!
Day 49, 1500, addendum: I don't even care that my assistants are teasing me, I've never been this happy before!

Day 50, 1000: Turns out humans have a thing about becoming a mating pair. They call it "MARRIAGE" and it takes more than just both parties wanting to. I'm a little sad, but at the same time the idea sounds kinda fun...waiting. Getting to know eachother. Humans call that "DATING". Samantha agreed to doing that, though. She was really happy, actually. I am too. I have a lover. She called it "GIRLFRIEND", but said lover is a good word too. She taught me some other human words, but...I'll keep those to myself...and my "GIRLFRIEND". [:)]*

[TN: E'rhkeen courtship tends to last considerably shorter time than human. On average it lasts about two to three weeks before the two become mated for life.]
*[TN: This threw me for a loop until I asked around. Apparently the E'rhkeen have their own versions of emotes and smilies like we have, but the characters are very foreign and odd looking unless you know what you're looking for. Supposedly it's meant to be a wide-eyed face with antennae perked upward, a show of delight or excitement. Kinda cute. ;)]

Personal journal, KEEP OUT! (Entry 2)
The moment I got off work I messaged Samantha and we met up in the food court. We got a little dinner and talked about our days, but were always in physical contact with eachother. Her hands are so strong, but delicate with me. Ever since her grace left, things have been more...lax. Inter-species couples openly spend time together, display affection and even kiss! So, not one to be outdone, we did our share of it as well. I saw some jealous looks shot our way...so I went in harder. I must admit, being glared at out of jealousy is...kinda fun. Some of Samantha's human friends came by and chatted us up. I was...a little shy, to be honest, but she kept me in the conversation. I'm grateful. Apparently her friends had known she was into females for a long time, something they call "OUT". But apparently none of the other girls she's talked to kept her interest for very long. Her friends even joked that they "always knew nothing short of an alien would keep her attention for very long". Samantha did that wonderful thing humans do when embarrassed, "BLUSHING", and turned this delightful shade of pink. I wish I could change color like that!
Samantha's friends left us and she apologized for their brazen attitudes and hoped they didn't paint her in a bad light, but honestly? I'm...a little proud of myself. All these wonderful humans with their soft bodies and powerful arms and...only I could tame this wild beast of a woman. What a wonderful idea. She assured me she didn't "SLEEP AROUND", just a date here and there. Humans are weird about their sex lives, but then again, the way they do it is pretty incredible, so I don't blame her. She did tell me, in hushed tones, that I was the best she'd ever had. Another point of pride, though a little embarrassing to be honest. She was my first, after all...but I'm glad she was. I informed her I couldn't wait to do it again. She told me we didn't have to.

We arrived at my domicile not [10 minutes] later, her hand playfully caressing my antenna, creating a massive wet spot in my underwear. I think she learned just how sensitive they were, or was just wonderfully ignorant of what she was doing to me, because she did it the entire way back. The looks from the humans were just kind of mild, "this is nothing special" nonchalant glances. The looks from other E'rhkeen were those of sheer shock. I don't blame them, kind of a sexy thing to do in public...but I didn't stop her. She was very careful with them, feeling them up and down, running her fingers through the [feathers]*, rubbing them between her fingers...she even gave them little, tiny tugs every so often. She was, again, very careful not to hurt me. And never had I ever expected having my antenna tugged on to excite me. A little jolt ran up and down my body and I had to stop myself from yelping a few times. Apparently she liked this reaction, because she kept doing it. Horrible woman...I loved it. I was soaked by the time we got back to my place.

Once we got in, more kissing happened of course, but this time...this time, I had an idea. The difference in height and the fact that I was incredibly turned on, especially thinking back to what she did to me the night before, put wicked thoughts in my head. Thank the homestead she was wearing a skirt today, too. Much easier access for my plan. I waited until we were inside, door closed and locked behind us, and with all the strength in my body I could muster, pushed her against the wall as she'd done to me the night before. I have a feeling she let me do it, because she had this knowing smirk on her face as I did it. I'm not exactly at the perfect height for it, but close enough that I didn't need to kneel to reach my prize. And what a prize it was.

I flung up Samantha's skirt, dove under it and yanked off her (surprisingly daring) human underwear (I have a feeling she knew I'd be seeing them again tonight, or humans just naturally wear impressive, lacy underclothes) and began working. Her lips are surprisingly similar to our own, but larger and pink inside. And so warm. I started by kissing her firm thighs as I'd learned from her, rubbing around her entrance with my fingers, listening to her breath quickening and the [air moving around her body vibrating]*. My fingers are considerably smaller than hers, plus I wanted to surprise her a bit, so after some experimenting and prodding, I slid two inside of her. The heat was incredible, as was the wetness. A soft moan escaped her lips and she widened her stance a bit to allow me easier access. She didn't even coyly attempt to fight my advances, as I've been told some humans like to do. She was inviting and encouraging, whispering some of her human words of love and romance. Things like "FUCK IT DEEPER" and "FLUFFY LITTLE BITCH, RIGHT THERE", what a pretty language they have. So passionate and poetic!

I didn't have her patience as she had with me, and was dying to try something she did to me. Once she was properly moist (hah, two can play at that game!) and ready, I pulled my fingers out...maybe giving them a little lick out of curiosity. A wondrous, sweet and salty taste unlike anything we have at home. I couldn't wait. Right when she was in the middle of asking "what are you do-" I attacked. My mouth latched onto her slit I began to slather my tongue all over her clit just as she had done to me. I was pretty much just mimicking what she'd done to me, but it was enough to shut her up and elicit a loud, surprised moan from my human lover. Apparently the suction power of an E'rhkeen mouth is a little stronger than that of a human's, so I'd surprised her in the best way. Our tongues are a little longer, too, but much smaller in circumference Ugh, I cannot turn off the "doctor" sometimes. Anyway, I loved how she reacted, so I kept at it.

I had never heard my name moaned in ecstasy before I met Samantha. Never thought it'd be something I'd hear, to be honest. Yelled, said angrily, in shock, sure. But pleasure? It's...a big turn on. Even though she still had some issues pronouncing it just right, but her accent was part of her sex appeal. She gripped the back of my head as I "ATE" her, as she put it, and would grind her hips against my face. A little rough, but not unpleasant. Knowing I was bringing her pleasure as she had to me before was worth a little smooshed in face and ruffled [feathers]. By the way, the antenna-rubbing thing? She kept doing it. She reached a hand under her skirt just to do it while I licked. I nearly came just from that. She knows how to have sex, that woman. Human orgasms are a little more intense than ours, at least when I gave them to myself, anyway. Way different with a brutish [SLUR] behind the wheel. (I told her about that, sheepishly. She thought it was funny and said she didn't mind. I still feel kinda bad, though.) When she came it was like a vice around my head, thighs clamped firmly as her body shook and fingers dug into my scalp. Much shouting of human sex words, "LICK MY CUNT" and "FUCK EAT IT YOU GODDAMN MOTH" and so on. I really need to find E'rhkeen analogues for these things, though I kind of like them in human more. So pretty.****

She collapsed onto the floor after that orgasm, took a second to catch her breath, then pulled her skirt off me (I was still licking the residue off her thighs) and pulled me into her arms. She kissed me hard, threaded her fingers around my antennae again, and looked me in the eyes. Then told me she loved me. I was stunned to say the least, barely able to babble out "I love y-" before she got revenge for me cutting her off before by thrusting her own fingers inside my own entrance. The speed at which she slid her hand under my own skirt and under my underwear (humans call them "PANTIES", what a cute word! I wonder if male "PANTIES" are as fancy as hers?) was staggering, to be honest. My face landed firmly on her bosom, with one hand holding me against her and the other punishing my groin for my transgressions. Something about the dominant, confident way she did as she pleased with me was...thrilling. I was at her mercy and I love it. I love her!

She took her time with what she was doing, sliding those powerful human digits in and out, kissing me and whispering sweet things to me to send shivers through my body. She even tried a few kisses on my antennae and I had to tell her to stop, because my mind was going blank. She didn't, of course, and instead ran her lips up and down each of them in turn. I almost blacked out, but she let up enough to keep me lucid. How does an alien creature who knows so little about my anatomy know exactly how to drive me crazy with lust? She did this loop of driving me to the brink of orgasm, then letting up so I could catch my breath over and over for what felt like eternity. She later told me it was called "EDGING" and meant to prolong the pleasure. It worked, because when I finally did climax I bit her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, then fainted. **

I came to resting in Samantha's lap as she gently stroked my head, a fresh bandage covering her now bare shoulder. She had to remove her shirt, as the blood I drew kind of...stained it. (I'm so ashamed...) She said it was okay, and that it happens when you're not used to a new sensation like that. That it was a good reason to do it more often. Even her mischievous wink wasn't enough to make me stop apologizing. She just laughed and said she's had worse. She said it was a "love bite" and she was proud to have it. The scar will be a fun reminder, apparently. Some doctor I am. Still, I'm glad she didn't mind. We spent the rest of the night talking and kissing and just being with eachother. Both of us admitted to not really knowing how the inter-species thing will work, but we're ready to learn. My human "GIRLFRIEND" is honestly the best thing that's happened to me and I only hope our species grow closer as time passes. I guess command knew what it was doing when...ah, damn, I shouldn't talk about that, even in a private journal like this...in the VERY unlikely event someone finds it, anyway. I'm pretty good at hiding things.**

[TN: They, of course, have a different name for the feather-like protrusions coming from their antennae, but we don't really have a word for them yet, so I just went with the obvious "feathers".]
[TN: E'rhkeen's blood is a clearish, milky yellow, so their...insides tend to be more of an amber color. Yeah, we already have porn of them.]
[TN: E'rhkeen antennae is a sixth sense humans don't possess that allows them to feel the air currents, changes in temperature and even magnetic fields similar to some animals back on Earth. Hence the sensitivity. There's no word for the sensation she wrote about, since we don't have it, so I just did my best with what I could summarize]
*[TN: Fun fact, she later came to me asking about some of these words. Explaining human swearing and dirty words to an adorably naive alien woman was more fun than you can imagine. The look on her face when she got it was priceless.]
*[TN: E'rhkeen canines, or fangs more like, are designed to puncture tough roots to drain moisture and nutrients from the hardy, thick-barked trees of their homeworld. They are very sharp.]
*[TN: Citation needed.]

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