Mira woke to a strange smell. Something earthy and fresh, but then she remembered where she was. She sat up quickly and found a tray of food on a table set up next to her bed. But it was not food from her home planet. It was strange types of fruit, purple oval things with blue insides. Long pink fruit shaped similar to a banana, but wider. Small green berries that looked like Lima beans, but smelled sweet like apples and grapes.

She didn't even think twice before digging in. The sweet juices and citrusy flavors were delicious. Every bite was like eating six different fruits back home mixed into one. It was almost like candy, and Mira ate the entire plate before she rolled out of bed and walked out into the living room.

"Thanks for breakfast," she said, finding Ezra reading on the couch. But he wasn't reading any earth book. It was another plant-based tech with symbols similar to letters but more resembling clock structures than anything.

"Of course," he smiled over his shoulder at her, and without any warning, Mira's knees grew weak. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she quickly turned away to avoid revealing her attraction to him.

I will not sleep with him. I'm not ready, she thought to herself. But she needed something to cool herself down. She went into the bathroom and began to run a cool shower. But as she stepped in the water, she began to feel the same sensation she had in the bath when she first arrived on the planet. The deep tingle in the bottom part of her stomach, one that ached to be touched.

She turned off the water quickly and stepped out, brushing her teeth and her hair and trying to distract herself with thoughts of how things worked.

But it was no use. When she began to get dressed in the Jayku clothes, she was so wet between her legs, she had to get another towel to dry herself. She longed for a pair of underwear to conceal her desire, and began to question their motive for not allowing them.

"Mira, is everything okay?" Ezra knocked on the bedroom door. Mira stood in the closet, flustered and sweaty as the moisture between her legs began to seep into the pants. She was more than frustrated, she was confused and angry.

She raced across the bedroom and yanked the door open, practically steaming as Ezra's gazed at her with concern.

"What was in that fruit you gave me?" She demanded, managing not to falter from her desire. The corners of his lips tilted upward, which only frustrated and angered Mira more. "And what's with the horny bathing water? Are you drugging us?"

"Not exactly."

Her eyebrows shot up to the center of her forehead. "Explain. Now."

"Don't be angry, everything that's done has been done for generations. It isn't meant to hurt or trick you, only to help you—to help us both."

"What does that even mean?"

"The water is from the fertility river, at least that's the best translation for it. There are natural chemicals in it that boost a females libido and ability to conceive. The fruit is fertility fruit, it's like our prenatal vitamins, and it also increases blood flow to sexual organs. Even the pillows we slept with are stuffed with herbs to help us sleep and elevate our pheromone production, to make us more attracted to one another. Everything from the wood used to build this house, to the crystal lighting, are all custom things for two people trying to conceive a child."

"Why didn't you tell me that before?" Mira swallowed hard, trying to hide the wet spot spreading in her pants.

"I'm telling you now."

A groan escaped the back of her throat, and she wasn't sure if it was because she was so aroused, or agitated.

She turned around to gather herself when Ezra's fingertips brushed along her arm to stop her. "If you need some time alone, I can leave."

Mira tried to nod, tried to send him away. But the touch of his fingertips almost sent her over the edge.

"No," she shook her head, exhaling quickly. "I don't want alone time."

The corners of his lips began to form a sly smile, he stepped closer to her, so close she couldn't think. She could barely breathe.

"What do you want, Mira?"

She closed her eyes, tried to reason with herself. How could you not even last twenty-four-hours alone with the guy? She asked herself.

"Say it, what do you want?"

She wanted to tackle him. To punch him. To kiss him. To kick him. To feel his touch again.

She leaned into him, clawing for the edges of his shirt. He yanked it off quickly, tossing it to the ground.

"I told you I would wait." He was teasing her. "And I'll keep waiting until you say the words."

His hot breath against her cheek was too much for Mira to stop herself.

"I want you," her voice was a mixture of a whisper and a moan.

He grinned and grabbed her. His hands wrapped around her thighs and yanked her legs up around his waist. He pressed her back against the wall, and gently held her there while his lips collided with hers. Her tongue was the first to slip in, and he quickly caught on, sliding his into her mouth.

Mira loved the taste of him so much, she never wanted to stop. His lips were soft like butter but tasted like ice cream on a hot summer day. And his tongue felt like hot chocolate with marshmallows after freezing for hours in the snow. She wanted every taste of him, every drop of him. But her lungs ran out of air, and she had to break apart to breathe. When she did, his lips did not leave her. They found her neck, her collar, her chest down to her nipple. It hardened underneath the shirt she wore, and Ezra nipped at gently with his teeth before swinging around and lowering her to the bed. He pulled off her shirt quickly, hungry for her. And Mira was just as starving. She pulled at his pants, and he stopped her.

"Not yet," he said, leaning her back by pushing her with his mouth gently.

Their tongues slid together again, and his hand pressed gently against one of her hips as the other cupped around her breast. She groaned beneath him, her body overwhelmed with desire.

She began pulling off her pants, and he broke apart just long enough to finish slipping them off for her. Then his hands slid along the outside of her bare thighs, making every nerve in her body pulsate.

She lifted her body up against his, and felt how hard he was. The size of it flooded her with doubts, but his hand traveled over to the inside of her leg, washing away any fear or regret. All the she could feel were his fingers getting closer, her lips soaking and slipping as they begged to be touched. And he teased her for a moment, his fingers trailing up and below her belly button, over to the other leg and then down dangerously close again. She wanted to scream and beg at the same time, but his lips were holding her hostage.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered against her chin, and he quickly moved down, kissing just below her belly button. He worked his way down further and further until he was at the top of her swollen pussy lips. And he kissed it once, wetting his chin. He kissed again, so gently she could barely feel it, but every small touch made her shake. "You taste so good," he licked his lips, lost in the taste of her already. Suddenly, his tongue crashed against her throbbing spot, pulling apart her swollen lips and releasing her from the need to be touched. Now she only needed him to keep going. And he did.

His tongue slid up and down her slit, back and forth over her bean, rotated in circles around her holes until she felt her juices and his spit pooling down her leg and soaking the bed sheets.

She no longer cared about anything but his tongue and his hands as they found her breasts and gently tugged at her nipples. She moaned and shook, overwhelmed and overstimulated in every fiber of her being. One of his hands left her breasts, and it throbbed it the absence of his fingers, she wondered where they went—wanted to ask them to come back when they slipped into her hole and sent her soaring towards the edge. She couldn't help but moan, but all she could hear was the sound of him licking, the sound of her squirting juices, the wetness soaking them both. She began to shake harder, her entire body going numb, her cheeks burning, her pussy pulsating until she fell over the edge and a scream escaped the back of her throat as she clawed at his hair, falling in love with the way his head felt between her legs.

Her vagina grew too sensitive for him to touch, and she had to force his head off. Her juices dripped from his chin, and he wiped them away on the sheets before coming up for a kiss.

"I guess I'm more patient than you," he smiled, and she rolled her eyes.

"You cheated."

"Did I? Because I ate the same fruit as you."

Mira laid her head back onto the pillow and closed her eyes. "You're really good at that," she said out of breath, and he smiled, crawling up to lie down beside her.

She rested her face against his chest, still coming down from her high. He let his fingers run along her arm, caressing her gently.

"You are absolutely incredible," he said, wanting to know every inch of her body, wanting memorize every movement that could bring her joy.

"Is that why you didn't just fuck me and be done with it?"

"You mean cum inside you?"

He felt her nodding against his arm. "I didn't want you to think that was the only reason I wanted you." His fingers found her chin and pressed it gently to look up at him. "I genuinely like you Mira."

"You've only known me a day," she started to sit up, yanking the hair tie out of her hair that was barely tying anything back anymore.

"And I plan to spend more days with you, if you wish."

She bent over, revealing the perfect round shape of her ass that made his hard dick throb. She picked up his shirt and yanked it over her head, not realizing it was too big and not hers until she began to reach for her pants. She turned, dropped the pants and laughed.

"Are you worried I'm going to ask to be reassigned?"

Ezra didn't answer.

Mira rolled her eyes and went back to the bed, laying on top of him. "If you do that everyday, I don't know if I'll ever want to leave this room." And it was true, Mira had never felt such pleasure in her life. It was as if the fertility fruits and items had not only made her extremely horny, they had made every part of her body more sensitive, and his touch—his fingers—his tongue, they were the only think that could cure her suffering.

"Then stay in bed," Ezra smiled at her.