DC Comics, Donna Troy/Koriand'r, alien
Donna has never been able to find most women sexy because they're too much like her. Sure, women are pretty, but she's not interested in their familiar curves, their familiar smell like the scent of her own hair or skin or blood. She likes the odd angles of men, and the way they smell like musk and taste a little bitter on her tongue. She likes the way their deep voices purr in their throats and the dry soft shapes of their cocks that change at a touch.
But there's nothing familiar about Kory. She doesn't smell like a human woman, all spice instead of salt, and she doesn't taste at all like a human woman. She's floating naked over Donna, her hair curling around them both as if it's drifting in an invisible sea, heat pouring off her skin.
It's alien and exciting, and when Donna reaches up to trace the warm lines of Kory's lips she can feel Kory smile. She can feel every hair on her arms standing up at the odd crackle of Kory's power over her skin, and her bare nipples are hard. She reaches up to trace the lines of Kory's hips, not entirely sure what she'll find when she follows her wild tangle of bronze curls down between her thighs.
Kory smiles wider and rocks forward in midair, spreading her knees as if she's straddling something that isn't there. She's wet and hot and not quite the shape Donna expects, and she traces widening circles with her fingertips, seeking the most sensitive place.
"There," Kory says breathlessly.
"What, there?"
"It's like your clitoris," Kory says, arching her hips hungrily against Donna's hand.
Donna laughs and realizes she's equally breathless. "Somehow I never expected us to talk about my clitoris."
"It's very pretty," Kory says as if that's a perfectly reasonable compliment. "But we don't have to talk about it." She shifts position the tiniest bit in midair, finding a slightly different angle. "Like that."
"It's all right," Donna says, shifting her own hips, eager now to know what it feels like to have Kory's fingers there. "This is just all a little strange."
"It always is," Kory says, "having sex with aliens." She smiles a little ruefully. "But I'm used to it by now," she says, and the heat pours off her in waves as she closes her eyes.