Alien Bf asked for you to teach him all there was to know about human intimacy. He wanted to learn all there was, so long as it was you teaching him and no one else. You were his mate after all…
While he believed he had learned everything he needed to know by sneaking into the spaceship’s computer room and exploring the databases entire collection of porn, you insisted there was more. Much to his chagrin you moved away from all the porn and turned your focus to romance movies.
When watching them he didn’t understand these strange mating rituals. But he saw how the humans in each film reacted to them. More importantly he saw how you reacted. And he wanted nothing more than to make you feel all of that and more.
From then on your Alien bf does everything he can think of to make you blush and feel special. Making bold declarations of love in the middle of mission meetings and creating gifts of pleasure where he just so happens to give you them in front of everyone and they can all tell by your muffled screams when he uses them on you later.
As well as performing gestures like triggering the automatic doors for you, dragging you to sit on his lap, feeding you all your meals just as well as he feeds you his cock behind closed doors.
None of it is innocent, you know this as a fact by now. As sweet as his acts are, you know he’s purposefully toeing the line between romantic and sexual intimacy. Trying in every way he knows how to rile you up, using every advantage he as in his arsenal before you inevitably drag him off into some dark closet so he can fuck you straight into the next galaxy.
And he’s eating it up, every minute of it. Whether that minute is spent with his face buried between your thighs or otherwise. Always making those soft chirps that he does whenever he’s particularly pleased with himself. That sly grin on his face that forms after making you both blush and become incredibly horny.
You should finally call him out on it. For too long he’s been getting away with breaking the rules and testing the last of your patience. But fuck if you don’t benefit from that every chance you get. The words are right on the tip of your tongue, urging you to speak out about it, as you try and make the familiar clicking noise of his people. Yet the sound trails off as another climax wracks through your spent and battered cunt.
Mercilessly he fucks you through it, snapping up his hips to make you bounce on his dick. The girth of his cock rubbing against your sensitive silken walls, igniting your nerves and making stars dance behind your eyes. The sound of wet bodies smacking together echo through the whole ship but you can’t even care. They’ve heard you enough times to know what to expect.
“Isn’t this nngh! better, my mate? No hah! wasting time when we can just get down to what truly makes you blush,” your bf moans, swiveling his hips to hit that special spot deep within your walls.
Does he really think you’re in a state to teach him right now?! It’s almost like he’s doing it on purpose. You’re far too fucked out to notice the wickedly delighted glint in his eye. He hums to himself in thought, seemingly unaffected meanwhile you’re nothing more than a puddle for him to rut into as he reshapes your insides, ensuring no human or alien could satisfy you besides him.
“Ahh—hmmph— the way you smile so sweetly when I d-dote on you is more than enough to tempt me to do it again… and again,” he adds, a deeper meaning to his words that even you can pick up on.
His words combined with the way he skillfully rolls your bundle of nerves between his long fingers hurtles you over the edge once again. Your Alien bf makes an inhuman cry, filling you up with his essence as you cum together.
With that last climax all his strength vanishes. He flops down on top of you, his large body covering your plush frame. All he has strength for is the playful nips he leaves along your throat. The firm weight of his body has you writhing beneath him like you aim to get him hard again. That seals it, you’re definitely as obsessed with sex as he is.
“It might take a bit more practice before you get the hang of this romance thing,” you whisper into his hair, nuzzling into the soft strands. His following chuckle rumbles through you.
“We can practice as many times as you think I need, darling,” he purrs, having gotten the hang of this whole teasing thing.
Suddenly his hips flex, meeting your miniature thrusts and a loud moans pours out of you without your permission. More than prepared to practice whatever you wish all night. As long as it takes. He’ll romance you just how you need.
Tw: fem reader! Alien husband, Tentacles, overstimulation, squirting, penetration of all holes, forced cuckhold, bondage, ovipositor, eggs
Imagine your alien husband finally got tired of sitting in the cuck chair and sliced off all his greedy tentacles despite your pleas for otherwise. So he could enjoy making you cream on his own live tentacle dick. Whose suctions bullied your clit and inner walls deliciously with its vigorous vibrations.
However, the cut off tentacles still had a mind of their own. And boy were they livid from being layed off the duty of fucking his wife stupid. So they forced humiliating orgasm denials by ensnaring your poor alien husband mid thrust. Stopping him everytime he was about to spurt his ribbons of gelatinous eggy sperm inside your abused cunt.
The grueling punishment It went on for hours. You were tortured with multiple orgasms on end. Whereas your alien husband pathetically cried from being denied relief in your soppy pussy. By grudge holding sentient tentacles, till you both lost your minds. And for just one time after you begged on his behalf did they begrudgingly allow your sniveling alien spouse. To fill up your womb, till your tummy inflated from the sheer amount of cum and soft eggs.
(A/N: I had a dream last night so yeah... Enjoy this dirty drabble~ 🖤)
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Rating: 18+
Pairing: Multiple Yautja Males x Female Reader
Synopsis/Excerpt: You stopped resisting. Body a canvas of bites and scratches, so close to becoming fully claimed.
⚠️WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark themes, non-con, dubious consent, claiming bites, groping, sexual overstimulation, pain kink, size difference, dacryphilia, interspecies sex, reader is a sex slave.
Yautja males are initially curious about how soft and pudgy a human female can be, prodding and squeezing the pliant flesh of your curves, eyes zeroed in on how it spills through the gaps of their fingers.
Curiosity quickly spirals into lustful anticipation.
Attempting to divert their hands away from your person was near impossible, your strength like that of a butterfly's and holding no real power against theirs. They then held your arms apart, a yautja holding a wrist on either side of you to limit your struggles. You held your breath when the others closed in on you.
The sight of their scarred and battle-hardened hands mapping out every inch of your naked body had you squeezing your thighs together, biting your lower lip hard to suppress your moans and ignore the steady throbbing of your clit as arousal quickly set in.
A whimper escapes your lips when they squeezed at your closed thighs, sharp nails scraping the surface of your skin and creating red welts on your body. The slight pain adds more fuel to the fire, your body jolting forward when one of them boldly squeezes at your heaving chest from behind. The harder he groped, the more beautifully you mewled, unsuccessful in resisting the delicious sensations of his firm hands milking your chest. A stunned croak left you when another squeezed at the pudge layering your tummy, face heating with embarrassment at their audacity for grabbing something you viewed as an imperfection on yourself.
Kicking in retaliation, you tried your hardest to fight them off and shy away from their daring touches. You feared that if you let them continue further, it would only get worse. Already you could feel your body betraying you, the wetness sloshing between your thighs a mutiny against your panicking thoughts and warring mind. You shook your head in denial, refusing to acknowledge the rivulets of cum running down your inner thighs, refusing to feel your nipples hardening into tight buds when tongues slithered to tease them, refusing to hear the gasping moans when hands squeezed hungrily at your ass before striking it again and again to observe it ripple.
It was soon becoming too much. A pathetic sob warbled out of your drooling mouth when several tusked faces clamped down on the fat of your breasts, hips and ass and licked away the blood budding from the wounds. They lapped languidly at the sweat coating your body, purring with pleasure at your taste before finding more areas to mark with their fanged teeth. Tears sprinkled the corners of your eyes the longer the sweet torture continued.
You stopped resisting. Body a canvas of bites and scratches, so close to becoming fully claimed.
The unmistakable scent of your arousal permeated the air around them, your pheromones causing several yautjas eyes to roll to the back of their head while others were quick to disrobe and release their hardened lengths from the confines of their armor.
Hungry growls responded to your body's needs.
Strong hands found your knees and applied pressure, spreading them fully to continue their exploration...
(A/N (again): worst part of the dream was waking up before the real fun could begin *SCREAMING AND TEARING MY HAIR OUT*)
Carrying His Eggs (alien!dragon x fem!reader!2nd POV)
TW: NSFW, MDNI, non-con, dub-con, P in V, oviposition, egg-laying, breeding, cervical penetration, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, psychological, power imbalance, fluids.
Summary: When your survey ship crashes on an uncharted planet, you become the obsession of Rodrak, a Draconian species that seeks a mate to carry his eggs. And he has chosen you.
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You’d heard him before you saw him. A low, reverberating sound, not a growl, but a deep, clicking purr that seemed to travel through the stone itself and up the bones of your legs. You’d frozen, pressing yourself into a crevice, heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. The sound got closer, accompanied by the heavy, deliberate scrape of something massive moving over rock.
Then, the glow of your stick caught him.
He filled the tunnel ahead.
Not a lizard, not quite a dragon from any Earth myth, but something horrifyingly in between. He was bipedal, towering over eight feet tall, covered in plates of deep umber and rust-red scales. A powerful tail, tipped with a spiked club, swept slowly behind him. His face was elongated, a draconic muzzle lined with serrated teeth, but his eyes… they were the worst. They were a luminous, intelligent gold, with vertical slits for pupils, and they were fixed on you.
You’d run.
A futile, stumbling scramble.
He’d followed with terrifying, leisurely strides. You’d fallen, the glow-stick skittering away, and then darkness had swallowed you, broken only by the faint bioluminescent fungi on the walls. He’d herded you, you realized later, like a predator corralling prey.
Now, you were here. In his lair.
The chamber was vast, the ceiling lost in shadow. The primary light came from a deep, subterranean geothermal vent that pulsed with a soft glow, illuminating piles of what looked like polished metal, strange crystals. In the center was a massive nest of dried, fibrous moss and furs.
He stood between you and the only exit you could see. He was studying you, his head tilted. He’d spoken earlier, his voice a deep, guttural rumble that formed words in your own language, learned, you presumed, from the wreckage of your ship or the bodies of your crewmates.
“You are damaged,” he had said, pointing a clawed digit at your bleeding leg.
Now, he took a step closer. You scrambled back until your spine hit the warm stone wall. “Stay away from me!”
“You fear,” he stated, the words oddly precise. “It is… expected. But unnecessary. I am Rodrak. This is my territory. You are in it.”
“I’ll leave,” you choked out, hating the tremor in your voice. “Just let me go. I won’t come back.”
A chuckle shook his broad chest. “You cannot leave. You are here for a purpose.”
“What purpose?” you demanded, though a cold, sick dread was pooling in your stomach.
He moved with a speed that belied his size, closing the distance in a blink. One large, clawed hand wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing. You shrieked, beating your fists against his scaled forearm, but it was like hitting solid rock. He carried you to the nest and set you down on the surprisingly soft furs, his body caging you in. The heat radiating from him was immense.
“My species requires a host,” he said, his golden eyes boring into yours. His muzzle was inches from your face. You could smell that musky scent directly now, stronger, more pungent. “A vessel. For the next generation. The eggs must be laid in a warm, living incubator. A compatible host.”
“No. No, find someone else. One of your own kind!”
“They are not compatible. Your biology… it is strange. Soft. Warm. Perfect.” He brought his other hand up and, with shocking delicacy, ran the back of a single claw down the side of your face. You flinched. “I have searched this sector for many cycles. The others from your crew were inadequate. Weak. You… you are strong. You have fire. You will be my mate. You will carry my clutch.”
“I will not!” you spat, thrashing anew. “You’re a monster! Let me go!”
The word ‘monster’ made his eyes narrow, but not with anger. With something like pity. “You do not understand. This is an honor. To be chosen. I will provide. I will protect. You will want for nothing, except my cock and my eggs.”
You stared at him, speechless for a moment.
Then the struggle began in earnest. You fought with everything you had, kicking, scratching, twisting. He simply weathered it, his grip unyielding. With a low growl, he used his weight to pin you fully to the furs, your arms stretched above your head, held easily in one of his massive hands. His lower body settled between your thighs, pressing down. You could feel something then, through the fabric of your torn flight suit—a thick, heavy pressure against your lower stomach. Something that was not shaped like any human anatomy.
“The fear will pass,” he murmured. “It is the instinct of the prey. But you are not prey. You shall be my breeding mate. Your body will learn this truth before your mind does.”
He used his free hand to rend the fabric of your suit. Teared it. Cool air, then the intense heat of his body, hit your exposed skin. You cried out. He examined you, his gaze scalding as it traveled over your breasts, your stomach, the junction of your thighs. He made that clicking purr again, deep in his chest.
“So soft. So smooth. So wet. A proper nest for my seed.”
You were sobbing now, tears cutting tracks through the grime on your face. “Please, don’t. Please…”
He ignored your pleas. His head lowered, and you felt the rough, dry texture of his forked tongue drag up the center of your body from your navel to your sternum. “You taste of fear and salt. Soon, you will taste of need.”
His hand released your wrists to tear away the remains of your clothing below the waist. You tried to knee him, to buck him off, but it was futile. He caught your thighs in his hands, spreading them wide, opening you to the glowing light of the cave and his relentless gaze. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to disappear into the darkness behind your eyelids.
Then you felt it. The pressure against your inner thigh. Hot, huge, insistent. You forced your eyes open and looked down.
His cock was as alien as the rest of him. It was thick, base easily the width of your wrist, tapering slightly to a blunt, rounded tip. It was a deep, glossy black, segmented like the exoskeleton of an insect, but pulsing with inner light of deep crimson along the seams.
The most shocking feature were the pronounced, bulbous ridges that ringed the shaft, each one swelling larger than the last in a massive, knot-like medial ring about two-thirds of the way up. At the very base, you could see the heavy, taut swell of what must be his sacks, but they seemed oddly rigid.
“It will fit,” he said, observing your fixation. “Your body will stretch. It is designed to. The ridges will prepare the channel. The final ring will lock us together as I deposit the eggs in your womb.”
“You’re insane,” you whispered. “It’ll kill me.”
“It will not. I have studied your structure. It will be… intense. But you will survive. You will thrive.” He positioned the blunt, hot tip of his cock at your entrance.”
He didn’t force it in.
Instead, he lowered his head again, his muzzle nudging your thighs apart further. You felt the hot, wet swipe of his tongue, broad and rough, directly over your pussy. You jerked and cried out. It wasn’t like a human tongue. It was abrasive, demanding, and it worked at you with a single-minded purpose. He licked into you, over your clit,the sensation was unbearable—a shocking violation that sent conflicting signals through your nerves. Your mind screamed in revolt, but your traitorous body, after minutes of this focused attention, began to betray you.
He purred again, the vibration against your sensitive flesh making you gasp. “See? Your flesh knows its purpose. It welcomes me.”
You were panting now, shame and fear and a horrifying, creeping thread of arousal tangling in your gut. He rose back over you, the tip of his cock now slick with your own moisture. He pressed forward.
The initial stretch was agonizing. You screamed, the sound echoing off the cavern walls. The blunt, thick head pushed past your tight ring of muscle, spreading you wider than you’d ever been stretched. You felt like you were being split in two. He paused, letting your body strain around the first inch of him. The segmented ridges caught on your inner lips, creating a dragging, burning friction.
“Breathe, mate,” he commanded, his breath coming in sharp huffs. “Take the first knot. It is the hardest.”
He pushed again. You felt the first large ridge pop past your entrance, and a broken sob wrenched from your throat. The feeling of being stuffed, filled beyond capacity, was overwhelming. He didn’t stop. He fed more of that monstrous length into you, each successive ridge stretching you a little more, burning a little less, until your nerves felt flooded, overloaded with the sensation of being utterly penetrated. You were achingly full.
Then, the largest ring, the medial knot, met your entrance. He rocked his hips, applying steady pressure. “This is the seal,” he grunted. “Take it, and the breeding truly begins.”
You were shaking uncontrollably, sweat slicking your skin. You shook your head, whimpering “no, no, no” like a mantra. He gripped your hips, his claws pricking your skin, and thrust forward with a powerful snap of his hips.
The knot forced its way inside you.
The sensation was beyond anything you could have imagined. A brutal fullness that transcended pain and became a pure wave of stimulation. Your back arched off the furs, a guttural cry torn from your lips that wasn’t entirely one of agony. You were locked on him, impaled, feeling every throb of that alien cock deep in your belly. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around the massive intrusion in helpless spasms.
Rodrak roared, a sound of primal triumph that shook the cave.
He began to move.
With the knot seated inside you, his strokes were short, deep, and punishing. He couldn’t pull out far, so each thrust was a grind, the ridges along his shaft dragging against your overstimulated inner walls with every inch. The friction was incredible, a relentless pleasure-pain that built with crazy speed. Your earlier fear was being consumed, burned away by the raw, physiological fire he was stoking inside you. Your cries shifted, the notes of protest dying, replaced by ragged, open-mouthed gasps.
“Your cunt is learning,” he snarled, his pace increasing. The slap of his scaled hips against your thighs was a loud, wet rhythm in the chamber. “It clutches at me. It begs for the eggs. Tell me you want them.”
“I don’t!” you moaned, but it sounded weak, even to your own ears. Your body was moving with his, hips lifting to meet his drives, your inner muscles milking the thick shaft locked inside you.
“Liar,” he hissed, pleasure evident in his guttural tone. “Your body does not lie. I can feel it. The channel is softening, preparing. It hungers for the clutch.”
He shifted his angle, and on the next deep, grinding thrust, the blunt tip of his cock struck something deep inside you—a spot that sent a lightning bolt of pure, blinding pleasure straight to your core. You screamed, your eyes flying open to meet his burning gold gaze.
“There,” he breathed, a smile stretching his maw. “The entrance to your womb. The eggs must pass through there. Do you feel how your body opens for me?”
He did it again, and again, hammering against your cervix with deliberate strokes. The pain of the initial penetration had melted, transformed into a deep, resonant ache of fullness and a shocking, spreading heat. A coil was tightening low in your belly, an orgasm building from the sheer intensity of the stimulation. The shame was still there, but it was distant, drowned out by the roaring in your blood and the slapping sounds of his breeding.
“I’m… I’m going to…” you choked out, unable to even finish the thought.
“Come,” he commanded. “Come on my cock. Prepare the way for the clutch.”
The order, the dominance in his voice, snapped the last thread of your resistance. Orgasm crashed over you, violent and all-consuming. Your vision whited out as your pussy clenched and convulsed around his invading length, the pulsations rippling along the ridged shaft. You heard your own voice, raw and screaming, echoing in the cavern.
Rodrak roared again as your internal spasms triggered his own release. You felt a sudden, hot flood deep inside you—not the familiar wetness of human cum, but a thicker, viscous, hot liquid. It filled you, painting your inner walls, a sensation of being claimed from the inside out. He pumped it into you in great jets, and you could feel your stomach distending slightly with the volume of it.
“The seed fertilizes the eggs,” he grunted, still pumping his hips in shallow motions, ensuring every drop was deposited at the deepest point. “Now… the clutch itself.”
The heat inside you intensified. You felt a strange, shifting pressure at the base of his cock, where it was locked inside you by the knot. Then, a new sensation. A solid, rounded object traveling up the internal channel of his cock. You felt it move through the shaft, a distinct, rolling bulge, until it reached the tip, pressed against your sensitive cervix.
Your eyes widened. “What… what is that?”
“The first egg,” he said, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. “Take it, mate. Open for it.”
The pressure increased. The blunt head of his cock was holding the egg firmly against the tiny opening of your womb. He gave a powerful thrust, pushing with his entire body.
A sharp pain lanced through you, different from the stretch of his cock. This was deeper, internal. You felt your cervix dilate, forced open by the pressure of the smooth orb. There was a pop, a sensation of something giving way, and then a profound fullness settled even deeper within you than his cock had reached. The first egg was inside your womb.
A broken whimper left your lips. It felt huge, a foreign presence in your body. Before you could even process it, you felt the second egg begin its journey up his shaft.
“Yes,” Rodrak moaned, his claws digging into your hips. “Your womb accepts them. It is perfect.”
The second egg pressed, and he thrust, and another pop, another wave of deep, filling pressure. Your mind was fragmenting. The pain was real, but it was woven through with the lingering echoes of your orgasm, the shocking heat of his seed, and the claiming pleasure of being so utterly used and filled.
Egg after egg traveled up his cock and was pushed through your cervix into your womb. Three. Four. Five. Each one stretched you a little more, added to the heavy, gravid fullness in your belly. You lost count, lost in a haze of pain and overwhelming sensation. You were moaning continuously now, a stream of helpless, needy sounds. Your hands, which had been pushing weakly at his chest, now clutched at his scaled shoulders, holding on as he filled you with his offspring.
The final egg was deposited. He held himself deep, the knot still swollen inside you, keeping his seed and the eggs sealed within your body. He collapsed forward slightly, bracing himself on his arms above you, his hot breath washing over your face. His golden eyes were half-lidded, sated, possessive.
You lay beneath him, utterly spent, filled beyond imagination. Your belly was visibly rounded, taut with the clutch of heavy eggs and his copious alien-dragon seed. Every internal shift made you gasp.
Slowly, over long minutes, the knot at the base of his cock began to soften and subside. With a final, wet, sucking sound, he slipped out of you. A flood of hot fluid—a mixture of his seed and your own juices—gushed from your well-used pussy, soaking the furs beneath you. You felt empty and yet impossibly full at the same time.
Rodrak rolled to the side, gathering you against his scaled body. One large hand came to rest possessively on your swollen belly. You were too overwhelmed to fight him.
“The clutch is seeded,” he rumbled, his purr a vibration against your back. “They will incubate. You will nourish them. In time, they will hatch.”
You should have been revolted.
You should have been planning your escape.
But a deep, primal lethargy had taken hold. Your body hummed with the aftermath of the most shocking experience of your life. The fear was gone, burned away. In its place was a hollowed-out awe, and dawning curiosity.
“How… how long?” you heard yourself whisper.
“Several of your cycles,” he said. “You will stay here. With me. I will hunt for you. I will keep you warm.” His tongue swiped over the mark his teeth had left on your shoulder. “You did well, my mate. Your fear was strong, but your breeding heat was stronger. You took my entire clutch. I am… pleased.”
The word ‘pleased’ should have meant nothing. But a strange, warm flush spread through your chest. You looked down at his large, dark hand splayed across your belly, over the eggs he had planted inside you. Your mind was a storm of conflict, but your body… your body felt settled. Complete.
You shifted, wincing at the ache between your legs and the heavy movement within you. You turned your head to look up at his draconic face. The luminous gold eyes watched you, waiting.
“Will it… will it feel like that again? When they hatch?”
Rodrak’s eyes gleamed with a fierce, possessive joy. He nuzzled the top of your head, his purr deepening. “No, little mate. That was the breeding. The hatching is different. But do not worry.” He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer into his heat. “I will be here for that, as well. Every step. You are mine now. My nest. My queen.”
Imagine being fucked by an alien who's got four arms. One pair holds your legs open while the other pair pins your wrists to the bed, and all you can do is writhe as you take every inch of them.
It keeps touching you. All over your body, inspecting it. It’s never seen anything like you before. Keeping your legs spread apart on the floor. Rubbing down your sides, your breasts, to your exposed pussy.
Using its three fingers it starts to touch your pussy. It’s so teasing yet doesn’t know it. Feeling its cold fingers touch your clit is enough to make you moan. Your moans are intriguing, so it continues to touch you to see what else you do.
As it rubs down your pussy, it finds your wet hole. Slowly it slides a finger inside, curious to figure out what your body does. It’s long finger hits all of the right spots. Before you know it, it pulls its finger out. Suddenly it replaces it with something that feels slimy and really, really wide.
You try to see what’s going on and maybe try and stop it, but it feels really good. Way too good. It slowly moves in and out of you. The pleasure is overwhelming. Feeling the slimy rod use you.
Your pussy feels really stuffed. Just as you feel about to reach your climax, you feel something else enter you while what you think is its cock is inside of you. You feel beyond stuffed now. Just as it pulls you, you realize it was breeding you. The alien planted its egg inside of your pussy.
could you do more of the multi monster research assistant things? I love them so much
Forgotten research
Multiple aliens x fem!reader || free use, oral sex, tentacles, sharing is caring
Imagine being hired to help in a laboratory in space. The opportunity of your life, you are the perfect person for the job, you’d love to go. And when the call finally comes and they tell you to prepare your suitcase because you are going to space, you are over the moon (pun intended). You don’t need to grab much, they told you they’ll provide all the clothes you’d need, and you are so excited you might pee yourself.
When you get there, everyone is as happy as you are. Most of your alien colleagues had never seen a human before, and it shows. You’d be annoyed by it if it wasn’t for the fact that you are equally mesmerized by them. So many forms, genders, and different kinds of extremities. They all look so interesting and strange to you. You want nothing more than to explore them all, from head to toe, to know what exactly makes them different from you.
And they have the same idea as you.
At first it’s all jokes and teasing, a touch here, copping a feel there… It rapidly escalates to you asking your research partner to touch their tentacles, wanting to know how they feel against your skin. Offering to show you their genitals, you offering to let them touch your boobs. Curiosity drives you in, and arousal makes you stay. They tell the others, who are equally curious and excited to get to explore your body and let you explore theirs.
Your research partner ends up bending you over a lab stool on a random day while the PCR machine works its magic. You had a bit of time, and instead of checking data as you should, you tell them what a G-spot is. They are so confused and interested. You end up offering (from the goodness of your heart) to let them touch it and feel it for themselves. Obviously, it ends up with your legs over their shoulders and their long tongue rubbing over your G-spot over and over and over until you are squirting all over their face and they are smirking. They tell the others, and the next day you have three other aliens wanting to see how you do that.
One of the aliens in data analysis tells you about their need to release at least once a day, and you are so surprised by the explanation of their anatomy that you request to see it happen. It ends up with you on your knees and his dicktacle spilling all over your face and chest. Two more aliens join him to add to the mess while you sit back on your heels and rub your clit until you come, much to their delight.
The lab assistant who joined you on your first day presses you against a wall and pushes his ridged dick up your pussy, wanting to feel how tight humans are while another alien looks, jerking their double-peen while you are fucked within an inch of your life, your mouth agape while he praises your pussy. The second he comes messily inside of you, the second alien is on you, wanting to test if the first one was right. You don’t complain, too fucking happy to be orgasming again and again.
And before you realize, your research job mixes with touches and groping, with orgasms in the middle of your day, and multiple aliens wanting to fuck you at any given chance. And you give as well as you receive, always ready to try another alien cock, to taste another alien pussy… The whole reason for your research forgotten while you spent most of your time naked and filled with multiple genitalia.
