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.
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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.
inexperienced alien gf who really wants to try having sex with u. ur open to teaching her the ins and outs, but she’s really excited to learn via how she does everything else: through experimentation.
so u agree to lay naked on an examination bench. she straps u down so ur unable to move, legs spread apart. she doesn’t know much about human sex, but she knows that ur “pleasure center” is between ur legs.
she wheels over a cart of different tools to poke and prod at u with. u grow excited at the possibilities in front of u, wetness already pooling between ur thighs.
she notices ur leaking “sexual essence” and curiosity flashes in her eyes. she lowers her face in front of ur dripping pussy and gives it a shy lick with her forked tongue, tasting ur arousal.
ur hips immediately buck at the contact as a soft whimper escapes ur lips. liking the way ur “arousal excitement” sounds, she gives ur pussy another flick of her tongue.
u absolutely love the way her forked tongue feels against ur clit, and she can tell. she begins flicking her tongue against it at a steady pace.
u wonder if it’s really her first time doing this as her tongue moves expertly, drawing out a string of moans. u want nothing more than to grab her head and bury her face in ur needy pussy, but the straps prevent u from doing so.
she picks up on ur “impassioned need“ though, and gets the hint. her tongue slowly dips inside u.
it’s so long and so wet. it reaches deeper in u than u thought possible, rubbing past ur g-spot and against ur cervix. u whine at the satisfying sensation.
when she starts thrusting the wet appendage in and out of u, u can barely contain urself. ur thighs shake as u enjoy the sensation of her fucking u with her serpentine tongue.
ur back arches the second she circles her tongue around ur cervix. it feels so odd and overwhelming in the best way possible. ur already on the edge when she does it again, ur orgasm hitting hard.
ur pussy clenches tightly around the elongated appendage and ur hands desperately grip at the table. u coat her tongue in ur juices as ur lower body convulses.
she finally pulls away, face covered in ur liquids. as she looks at the cart of tools, u desperately wonder what she plans to fuck u with next…
An alien with afrodisiac liquid injected on a tgirl nipples and urethra, so she can handle it's tentacles inside her cunt, bulging and inflating her with hot neon pink cum? Maybe? Please?
Okay I'll admit that I left this in my inbox for like two years bc I've had no idea what to do with it, but it's 18 degrees out, I might lose power, it's 3 am and my school work is daunting so fuck it. Let's go
It took a lot of training to get into the Alien Connections program, but you finally were able to make it. Not that you actually cared about going to space. Rather, you had heard that there was always at least one alien who had a massive kink for humans.
"You can call me XJ95," the alien smiled at you, her needle like teeth lending to a menacing appearance, but you still couldn't help but think that she was beautiful.
She was nearly 8 feet tall. Her skin an ashen sort of green that you at first looked sickly, but quickly realized was just her coloring. There were tentacles that came from her back, but at the moment, they were furled in tight coils against her slippery skin. Her long fingers reminded you of chopsticks. Long, thin and came to a rounded point. Boney but not skeletal. A mustard yellow frill was perked up at the top of her head. The color matched the sclera of her six eyes. All three pairs had cat like pupils, though the eyelids closed diagonally. The top pair had irises a deep purple, while the bottom two pairs were varying shades of blue.
She noticed you noticing her. Which you noticed. You didn't even get to the second night before she was slipping into your bunk.
"You're so cute," she cooed at you, climbing into your bed.
Your cock was already half hard. If you hadn't recently upped your estrogen dosage, you know that you would have been throbbing by now already.
Before you could respond, XJ95 was on top of you, tugging up your top until your small chest was expose. A pippering kind of laugh passed her lips. Your face flushed, feeling self-conscious, but soon all your thoughts fade into a desperate want.
One of her tentacles finally uncoiled from her back, attaching itself to your nipple. It sucked and teased your nipple until you're a whimpering, whining mess, your cock now hard and leaking precum, until your nipple was swollen just enough for a stinger in the center of the sucker of the tentacle to push inside.
You yelped in pain and surprise, but then all thought really gone from your brain. When a second tentacle slid down your pants, teasing your cock, you knew, through the fog, that the same thing was going to happen. However, there was no way you could bring yourself to care with how good it felt. The warmth from whatever was injected was then flooding through your body. Making your cock throb even more in the grasp of the tentacle. When the stinger slid into your urethra, you jolted slightly, more tentacles sliding down to hold your body down, pinning you down to your bunch.
Through the haze of need that was heating your body, you jerked up, your lower lip warbling. Your small breasts swelled into a decent B cup, but the thing that was the most shocking, but becoming increasingly pleasurable by the moment, was your cock slowly turning into a pulsing, dripping cunt.
Pleasure kept you in that hazy state, so you're not even fully aware of when your body changed completely, but it didn't really matter because the second one tentacle slid into your sensitive cunt, you were jerking up, moans dripping from your lips.
Another tentacle joined the first, then another. All three moving inside of you in sync, your stomach bulging as your body struggled to contain them. Two more found your nipples again, sucking and tugging on them. Whatever she injected into you made you pliant and needy, and was clearly the reason why you were able to take her so well despite the massive size of the combined tentacles.
Your stomach bulged. You felt like you could feel her tentacles in your stomach. In your chest. In your throat. But it wasn't agony. Instead it was a twisted sort of pleasure that soon had you squirting on the limbs inside of you.
"Fuck. What a good girl," she groaned, her body shuddering before you felt the hot ropes filling your body.
Small beads soon followed. Weighing you down. Making you feel even more impossibly full than her tentacles did. When she pulled out, a thick, hot neon pink liquid was dripping out of your body, and you knew that she had planted eggs or sacs or whatever the hell her species had to contain her young.
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Your mothman partner is a harbinger of misfortune.
It's not like they can help it- it's just a part of their nature.
They look at you from the threshold of your darkened shared quarters, eyes glowing.
"Where are you going?"
As they step into the lit foyer, you can see them wringing their clawed hands together.
"It's about lunch time, so I was thinking about going to get us something from the mess hall-"
They skitter over and throw themselves at you in a desperate embrace.
"No! Nononono- You can't! I had a vision!"
You've know them long enough to have gotten quite familiar with the whole 'foretelling omens of calamity and strife' thing. It's something you appreciate- though at times, what counts as a tragedy to whatever internal measure their abilities have seems to not be the most calibrated.
"Something we need to report?" You glance out the nearby porthole into the darkness of space, expecting to see something huge hurtling toward to the station or some other panic inducing sight.
"No. But it's awful," Their claws dig into the front of your t-shirt. "Terrible. Just the worst."
"What is it?"
"Your shoe is going to come untied!" They nearly shout (if you could describe the alien way they communicate as technically shouting in the first place), and then, checking their volume, hiss; "And you're going to trip."
You feel your mouth squirm at the edges as you struggle not to laugh in the face. You rub comforting circles into the feathery fur between where their wings meet on their back.
"Yeah?" You try to keep an even and very serious tone, as you try to keep your face in check. "Am I going to, uh… fall down the stairs? Or smack my head on something?"
The look up at you and their antennae flatten.
"…No…" They chitter pitifully. "…J-Just… stumble a little…"
"Well hey," You say, trying to soothe them. "That sounds like it won't be that bad, huh?"
"No! W-Well, probably, but-but-"
"But?"
"But you're gonna drop a metal tray and it'll make a really loud noise and everyone stops talking to look at you and it's going to be really. really. Embarrassing."
They visibly cringe at the thought, their normally featureless mouth area almost looking puckered, as if they had just tasted a lemon.
It seems like the second hand embarrassment from their vision of doom has affected them much more than it would've affected you, if it had happened in the first place.
"Oh no." You laugh, not managing to sound convincingly terrified in the least.
"I feel like you're not taking me seriously…" They pout. Or at least you think that's what facial expression it is.
"No, no. I think you're being serious. Hmm. But we do still need to get something to eat, right?"
They nod glumly.
"Oh, why don't you just come with?" You give them an affectionate pat on the head. "You can protect me from uh. metal trays. and embarrassment."
They perk up immediately, pupil-less eyes glimmering and wings vibrating just a bit at the edges.
"O-Okay…"
"Plus- I think you can be vigilant enough for the two of us."
"Hehe- but… you know it only sometimes helps when I try to intervene. Sometimes it makes it worse…"
They say this as if you don't already have first hand experience.
You shrug. You're not one to invite any more dire misfortune into your life. You think you can probably handle dropping a tray- especially if you're getting a lunch date out of it, now.
"What's the worst that can happen?"
Learning that your alien girlfriend's cute little 1-inch tentacle clit gets much bigger and more...explorative during her heat cycle
Queer week 3. Mental control (NB/F)
Summary: Feeling your alien girlfriend’s conscience rubbing against yours was a freaky thing, but it gets even freakier when you start to feel like she controls your body, your legs pressing together to hide your arousal and your heart accelerating. Now you are at the brink of an orgasm, and everyone is looking at you.
Fem!alien x nb!reader || mental control, orgasm denial, edging, exhibitionism, voyeurism (kinda), dom/sub dynamic
This ceremony is boring as fuck. You came as a plus one to your amazing alien girlfriend, but each passing second takes forever, and you don’t even understand the language of half the aliens speaking. You are only smiling and nodding along. By the time the lights dim and the prizes start being handled, you are about to fall asleep.
You can’t fall asleep, sunlight. I have plans for you. Your girlfriend’s voice reverberates in your brain, and you let out a little gasp of surprise. A couple aliens on your table turn their curious gazes in your direction, but you are too focused on what just happened.
She had never done that before. You didn’t know she could do that. You look in her direction, three tables away, sitting with the rest of the alien committee. She looks stunning with her lilac skin and black ceremonial tunic. The glitter you applied on her eyelids glistens under the dancing lights on screen, making her look ethereal.
You stare in her direction, and she is already looking at you, eyes open and a smirk parting her beautiful lips. Didn’t know I could do this, sunlight? It was a little surprise for you. Let’s see how long you can hold it together.
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human accidentally touching their alien s/o's sensitive feeler/antenna and they recoil and human is concerned thinking they hurt them while alien is very embarrassed and trying to hide the fact that the touch was more arousing than painful 😭
ouuughhhhh yissssss I'm here for that...
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