by Sharn » Mon Oct 08, 2018 7:06 am
Sharn was not empathetic, not by the standard understanding of it. His discernment of sentients, and all life for the record, was cool, cynical and analytic. By this factor alone, he might have been the worst and the best volunteer for the experiment, for her pheromones either might have little to connect to, or cast their imprint on a blank slate. But nothing in the world was so simple, as there were intervening variables that could easily throw away this particular rationale.
First, his arrogance and egotism that often led him to ignoring the needs of others as irrelevant to his pursuits. Here, it played a far lesser role than usual, however. He well-recognised the principles of consensuality and mutual gain in sexual contacts as they ensured retaining post-coital ties, potential repeatability as well as cooperating in other fields. Estranging Sy was a folly in the current state of affairs, as she had been familiar to him and proven reliable in her area of expertise, as well as eager to assist and generally amiably useful. He was not too far removed from his body's biochemistry to ignore how visually pleasing was to have her around, if only as an inspiration for quick pre-sleep moments of self-satisfaction. But especially now that she seemed willing to be more than that. So, there were good reasons to accommodate her needs, claiming her alluring body as reward.
Even before considering quite genuine ambition to actually learn how her pheromones worked. For him, knowing was never a trifle, and his greatest aphrodisiac. The complexity of her sexuality was a powerful draw, not because he expected any potence of sensations in particular but because he wanted to experience the difference, to single out her variables. Their verbal foreplay was not an excuse, it was a profound reason, more so than just releasing the tension or scoring. She was interesting, and he wanted interesting, just like he didn't want dull and pedestrian. So he was willing to throw his mind into action, and compute the answer by matching raw sensual data with his xenobiological expertise. He actually struggled not to do it, however, even if it seemed like an SOP, as this would defeat the experiment profoundly. He could solve the question of her current needs as a routine exercise in algorithm-cracking, and that was in fact the very first thing his mind was compelled to do when asked. Gentle, caring, moderately-paced, decisive was a string of output his mind offered. But had it been facilitated by her pheromones anyhow? it was likely, as his previous mental images of taking her had been quicker, dynamic and subjected to autosexual logic of their prior application.
But there still was the ultimate experiment buster - the Force. The extraplanar quantum loops that were impossible to observe but still at work. His kind of awakening into Force had hardly been as an opening to the discernment of mindsets of other sentients, and more like specced toward cold cosmic-level realisations and attunement. Still, he had little doubt that his connection to the Force had some premonitive properties, a failsafe that tended to have delivered him from costly mistakes and danger, cushioning his progress through life. Mistreating Sy was very suboptimal, so was the Force at work? That he couldn't tell, so he decided not to discount for this internal externality, almost chuckling at the paradox of it.
But instead he kissed her slower than before, taking wafts of her untraceable pheromonal molecules, running his hands into her recently unzipped top toward her shoulders in order to peel the layer off her rather than just tear it off. "We can be walked on here." He whispered, setting himself on detecting whether than would spike cortisol or add excitement. He tentatively bet on the former, and her thought of trading their place for the privacy and comfort of a bedroom, even if he would lean toward the fervent table scenario, as her being spread for him amid mathematical equations appealed toh his sense of aesthetics.
Sharn was not empathetic, not by the standard understanding of it. His discernment of sentients, and all life for the record, was cool, cynical and analytic. By this factor alone, he might have been the worst and the best volunteer for the experiment, for her pheromones either might have little to connect to, or cast their imprint on a blank slate. But nothing in the world was so simple, as there were intervening variables that could easily throw away this particular rationale.
First, his arrogance and egotism that often led him to ignoring the needs of others as irrelevant to his pursuits. Here, it played a far lesser role than usual, however. He well-recognised the principles of consensuality and mutual gain in sexual contacts as they ensured retaining post-coital ties, potential repeatability as well as cooperating in other fields. Estranging Sy was a folly in the current state of affairs, as she had been familiar to him and proven reliable in her area of expertise, as well as eager to assist and generally amiably useful. He was not too far removed from his body's biochemistry to ignore how visually pleasing was to have her around, if only as an inspiration for quick pre-sleep moments of self-satisfaction. But especially now that she seemed willing to be more than that. So, there were good reasons to accommodate her needs, claiming her alluring body as reward.
Even before considering quite genuine ambition to actually learn how her pheromones worked. For him, knowing was never a trifle, and his greatest aphrodisiac. The complexity of her sexuality was a powerful draw, not because he expected any potence of sensations in particular but because he wanted to experience the difference, to single out her variables. Their verbal foreplay was not an excuse, it was a profound reason, more so than just releasing the tension or scoring. She was interesting, and he wanted interesting, just like he didn't want dull and pedestrian. So he was willing to throw his mind into action, and compute the answer by matching raw sensual data with his xenobiological expertise. He actually struggled not to do it, however, even if it seemed like an SOP, as this would defeat the experiment profoundly. He could solve the question of her current needs as a routine exercise in algorithm-cracking, and that was in fact the very first thing his mind was compelled to do when asked. Gentle, caring, moderately-paced, decisive was a string of output his mind offered. But had it been facilitated by her pheromones anyhow? it was likely, as his previous mental images of taking her had been quicker, dynamic and subjected to autosexual logic of their prior application.
But there still was the ultimate experiment buster - the Force. The extraplanar quantum loops that were impossible to observe but still at work. His kind of awakening into Force had hardly been as an opening to the discernment of mindsets of other sentients, and more like specced toward cold cosmic-level realisations and attunement. Still, he had little doubt that his connection to the Force had some premonitive properties, a failsafe that tended to have delivered him from costly mistakes and danger, cushioning his progress through life. Mistreating Sy was very suboptimal, so was the Force at work? That he couldn't tell, so he decided not to discount for this internal externality, almost chuckling at the paradox of it.
But instead he kissed her slower than before, taking wafts of her untraceable pheromonal molecules, running his hands into her recently unzipped top toward her shoulders in order to peel the layer off her rather than just tear it off. "We can be walked on here." He whispered, setting himself on detecting whether than would spike cortisol or add excitement. He tentatively bet on the former, and her thought of trading their place for the privacy and comfort of a bedroom, even if he would lean toward the fervent table scenario, as her being spread for him amid mathematical equations appealed toh his sense of aesthetics.
