You're the xenobiologist on a spaceship that's studying a lifeform found on one of the planets your team recently visited. It's a mass of tentacles, barely the size of a tennisball, but it's growing quickly and becoming more and more aggressive. It seems to be the most at peace when it's in its hide - one of those little plastic caves you put in a hamster cage - but it will outgrow that, too, by the end of the week. There's really only one place that it can be kept safe that it won't outgrow immediately. If you can't calm the creature, your superiors are going to kill it. You know how to help, and you've grown fond of it, so you volunteer. Your womb will make the perfect warm, dark place.
As you enter your lab, the lifeform goes into a frenzy, slamming itself against the glass walls of its little enclosure. It's grown since the meeting two days ago; now the size of a softball. Your partner closes the laboratory door behind you, and the locks slide into place with a heavy metallic thud. You take a deep breath, slide your pants off and kick them aside. The creature calms as you approach, waiting to see what you're going to do before it makes its move.
"Alright, you," you address it nervously. "I'm going to open your enclosure, and you're not going to try and kill me, okay?"
Its tentacles, transparent and slimy, feel around the seams of the enclosure's door. You sit in your chair, wheel up to the table, then spread your legs. With a shaky breath, you reach for the latch on the box, then flick it open. Instantly, it pushes the door open and wraps its tentacles around your hand. You check your breathing, trying not to panic as it begins to squeeze.
"Easy now..."
With your free hands, you spread your lower lips, then position the lifeform in front of your opening. It was smart and curious. It would understand.
"You'll like it in there," you promise when it hesitates. "No tricks. Just a nice place to sleep."
One tentacle reaches out and curls around your clit, while another prods at your urethra and a third slips into your cunt, feeling, exploring deep. You grit your teeth as the tentacle in your urethra slides in further and pray that the alien won't choose your bladder instead of your womb. It adds two more tentacles to the one in your cunt, and you can feel it exploring your cervix.
It feels good.
But that pleasure turns to pain as it forces your cervix open and pulls itself partially inside of your cunt, stretching your entrance around its soft body. It could relax, making itself smaller, but it wanted to get a good feel for the space inside.
"That's it...." you breathe. "All yours."
The rest of it slides inside, and you can't help but clench around it. It freezes, but only for a moment, and then it begins to force itself past your cervix and into your womb. That stretch isn't nearly as pleasant as the previous, and you grit your teeth hard as you ride it out. The creature is cautious, going slowly, stopping partially inside, forcing your cervix to remain stretched around its form.
And then it slides the rest of the way in and your body closes around it. It shifts and turns and pushes at your walls, bulging your belly outward until it finds a comfortable position and settles down. And there it remains, your new little friend, content in the warm and dark, where it will feed off of your menstrual blood and continue to grow. How big? No one knows, but even if you were to change your mind, there is no way to get the creature out now. You and it are one, from now until it decides its ready for a new home. If it decides its ready for a new home. It may be content to stay with you forever.
People may laugh and mock us for our monster fucker tastes, but when Hell opens up and the demons pour through or aliens invade my comrades and I will be on the frontlines. 🫡
Not to save the Earth, God no. We will all be volunteering and eager to accept our new overlords as long as they give us the appropriate amount of treats, kisses, and a good fucking once and a while.
Thinking about getting abducted by aliens and getting strapped to the wall, strange hands ripping off my clothes and tendrils beginning to invade my pussy and fondle my tits. I drowsily moan as hundreds of different odd phalluses explode inside me, those exiting as they are replaced by more from new eager aliens looking to breed the new creature. Eventually I’m dumped back on earth and I believe I just had a strange nightmare, and I go to work at my office job as usual. My tits and cunt are sore but I brush it off as a placebo from my “dream” even if it’s really starting to hurt to sit down, and my binder is starting to chafe my aching nipples. Over the next few weeks my boobs only continue to hurt worse, and become the first sign that something really is off. They’ve gone from B cups to D cups, and I have to start wearing bras to work, hunching over to hide them. Then, my belly begins to swell up as the days pass, which I write off as just me eating too much. But it quickly becomes obvious that I’m pregnant as my belly button pokes out, large veins that are strangely green pulse along my sides, and I begin to feel squirming inside of me. Now a couple months have gone by, and I look like I’m nearing the end of a normal human pregnancy. My breasts have become massive with fat blue nipples, and my pregnant belly is not only massive, but constantly rippling with the creatures living inside it. My hips have even fattened, and my nipples have started to leak a creamy blue liquid. I quit my job out of embarrassment, after all I couldn’t focus on work with my aching tits and bulging stomach. I found a job I could work from home and spent most of my time rubbing my poor belly to try to calm it. I was terrified of whatever was inside, as I hadn’t wanted to be pregnant in the first place, much less with alien babies. I sat around my house in only boxers, not bothering to upset my boobs by restricting them. They ached less when I milked them so I ordered a machine and moaned in relief as the pressure in my fat tits finally released. I also ordered a handheld massager and after working would massage my stomach and milk my tits, which embarrassingly often caused me to touch myself from the intense pleasure. Finally, when my stomach had become so engorged I could barely get out of bed and it was about half my body weight, it was time. I got up one morning and my body began to spasm and push out thousands of small slimy creatures. I cried in pain as they flooded out onto my floor and crawled back onto their mother, fighting to drink from my swollen tits. Somehow sensing this, adult aliens broke into my room and began collecting their offspring. Some crowded around me and pushed my onto my bed, filling me up with their seed again. I cried out but secretly I was beginning to enjoy being their human incubator. They left quickly and I began to masturbate, knowing more squirming aliens were now developing inside of me
Mandi looked at the store like some giant looming beast that she had to battle, never had she been to a sex shop and for good reason. The moment she even thought about sex her face flamed with heat, she was technically embarrassed. Not because of the act of sex, but because of what she enjoyed watching. Being only 21 and still a stupid virgin she had, one night, fell down a rabbit hole of aliens, tentacles, and ovipositors. They only person in the whole world that knew was her best friend JJ, who was as gay and happy as a bag of sunshine and rainbows but also the biggest slut that Mandi knew.
He was the reason they were here at a place called OtherWorlds, a boutique for the weird and unusual. But according to the website that JJ found, totally normal for people like her. People who enjoyed the idea of monsters, suckers and knots filling up their bodies. JJ had wanted Mandi to be herself so, like a great best friend searched the world wide web and found this little nugget. Forced her in the car and drove the three hours it took to show up.
“For fucks sake Mandi, walk in, it’s a sex shop not a fucking scorpion. Which, by the by, I think they have dildos that resemble the tail. Lets go!” JJ pushed Mandi over the curb and straight at the door. The tiny bell jingled as the door opened and Mandi stood frozen at the sight. JJ however ran right in and began looking. “Come on Mandi! It’s time you experiment!” He giggled as he held up a huge wiggly horse cock. Covering her face with her hands, Mandi shuffled her way towards JJ. “Would you stop that!” She whispered as JJ started to flick his wrist, making the soft cock go round in circles. “I think I need one of these for me girlie! Man this would feel great shoved in my ass!.” JJ exclaimed as a worker made their over with a grin on her face.
“First time huh? We can always tell, either too shy or too excited. How can I help you guys? Looking for anything in particular?”
Mandi began to shake her head, but JJ being who he was cut her off. “Yes, she needs tentacles. Ovipositors with the eggs that come with. A medium to large probably since she is……unused shall I say.” “Oh gods above JJ, really?! Tell everyone that I’ve never had sex why don’t you, jeez.” Mandi buried her face in her hands as JJ laughed, but the woman just smiled and took hold of Mandi. “I have the perfect stuff, come on. Most people come in here like this, first timers, shy because of what they like but its no biggie.” As Mandi followed the lady she looked on the walls. Dildos of massive sizes were displayed, some had giant heads with long thin bodies while some were reversed, had a slender head but a massive shaft. Some were so large it looked like it would split her in half. Gulping down what she knew was excitement she kept walking. How could she be excited about her feeling like she would be getting cut in two? Another section housed more horse cocks, small ones, medium, massive ones that looked like when fully inserted it could reach her throat. Near the horse cocks, were wolves. These too were in various sizes but they had knots as the bases. Some had multiple knots throughout the shaft, going from regular at the head, knot, shaft, bigger knot, shaft, and even bigger knot. Wouldn’t a person get stuck on that? How would her cunt feel so stretched out that she would literally be stuck on a cock. Mandi felt sweat trickle down her back at the thought.
“You know I can tell what you’re thinking buy the looks on your face, you don’t hide your facial expressions well. My name is Nimmie, and yes the wolf cocks do feel amazing stuck inside of you. Too big to slide out but to big to push further in. Your pussy trapped on an immovable object, trust me, its worth it. Worth the pain. The dragon cocks are much the same without the knots.” Nimmie pointed towards a display case that housed a pleothra of muticolored dildos. Some were short and fat while others had what looked like scales in different layers to add a whole new feeling as it pushed against the walls of a pussy or ass. “But these are what you’re after. Yes?”
Mandi looked over her shoulder as Nimmie pointed to a blue/black wall. Her mouth popped open as she saw so many different kinds of tentacle dildos. S-curved that ended in a point, short stubby ones that had a bulbous head, each one had different sized suckers on it, mimicking a real octopus. “But, I think your friend mentioned ovis, you’re more interested in the eggs and the feeling of them inside you, right? I’ve used one, fuck it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. But that was our old stock we got some brand new ones no one has ever tried. They look amazing. Here.”
Nimmie reached down and under a self, pulling out what looked like long slender tube with a short flat head on top. It was a dark mossy green that faded into yellow at the tip. Reading the package her eyes widened at the size. Nearly nine inches in length and at the widest nearly two inches at the base. But what intrigued her more was the carton that was attached to the underside of the plastic container that held the cock. “Its eggs! Look! Turn in over, each one is in their own cum, to give you that real effect. So what you do, theres twelve by the way. So what you do is you have to place the cock on the floor and through the opening at the tip of the cock, you just insert the eggs, push them all down and have your fun. As you fuck it, see the little button, you push that and the didlo will start to undulate and push the eggs into you, all that cum and eggs filling your cunt up. When you’re done, pop off and push the eggs out, and repeat as many times as you want. The cum, its some kind of new material that doesn’t wash away, like an egg sack thing. I dunno, but I can’t wait to try it myself..”
Mandi turned the package over looking it over and listening to Nimmie talk about it. Fuck, but she was wet just imagining it. She had watched a porn with this woman who had something similar. The eggs had fallen out of her swollen cunt, falling to the ground in pleasurable ‘plops’. She wondered if they would sound the same falling out of her. And could she take all twelve at once? Mandi ran her hands over the eggs, thinking about where she could place it and fuck it. That was the moment JJ ran up to her, his arms filled with lube and cocks. “Get me outta here girlie before I go broke. You found something?”
Nodding her head, she hid the ovi behind her and together they walked to the register.
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“I know you got that egg thing girlie, call me after and tell me ALL about it! I for one am going shove these beautiful things up my ass.” JJ kissed Mandi on each cheek and left her standing at her door with the black bag in her hand. Excitement rode her. Mandi could feel her slick cunt, needy and ready to take in her first dildo. The apex of her thighs felt heavy with need yet hollow. It was like a low ache, one that was almost painful right behind her entrance. She could almost feel her own heartbeat in her pussy, each thump of her heart knocking at her tight entrance. Placing her phone down, she hit record and then began to undress. Throwing off her clothes, she knelt on the floor and positioned herself so she could watch her body take in the cock. Once everything was lined up correctly, she opened the plastic package with trembling fingers. The cock itself was soft and malleable, but at the thick base she could feel beads that would rotate upwards, she figured those were how the eggs would get pushed up and into her pussy. Next she opened the eggs. Sighing, Mandi reverently grabbed the first one. Nimmie was right, it felt as if the egg was encased in the same slime like substance a chicken egg was surrounded by. The clear like slime wiggled between her fingers as it slipped from her grip into palm after palm, her hands rotating to constantly catch it. Biting her bottom lip, Mandi held it to her face and it roll against her cheek. It felt so warm, almost as if the crate it was in kept them a certain temperature. Before she could think better of it, Mandi popped it into her mouth. The gel like casing rolled on her tongue and nearly down her throat. But the taste. It was like an aphrodisiac straight to her pussy. Juices flowed and coated her thighs as she leaned her head back and moaned, rolling the egg on her tongue and nearly down her throat. Gagging she coughed the egg up and into her hand. She’d definitely have to practice more on how to hold that in her mouth, maybe with the cock fucking her throat too. Mandi fingered the cocks opening and watched as the egg slide down and into the tube where the other 11 quickly followed.
Taking a deep breath, Mandi ran her fingers through her swollen pussy, her clit was so enlarged it hurt, her fingers rubbed hard on her clit, eliciting a long low moan from her throat, then she squatted over the cock. Her back was against a wall and with wide eyes she watched herself slowly get impaled on the camera of her phone.
Her tight pussy pushed against the head of the cock, opening her pushing against her maiden head. She watched in fascination as her cunt spread, allowing a foreign object to be inserted, thankfully the cock wasn’t giant at the tip, but she could feel the resistance of her flesh, pushing back, not wanting anything to push past her barrier. Her thighs burned as she lifted herself up slightly then fell back down a second time. This round pushed hard the cock breaking though and she let out a painful moan as the cock stretched her new flesh, up and down she moves, deeper and deeper her squats came as she fucked herself down nearly to the two inch base. Her pussy ached, burned as it stretched and tears welled in her eyes. It was too big! But she thought about those wolf cocks and getting stuck, widening her stance Mandi leaned back and placed her hands on the floor and moved her hips. Her pussy made sucking sounds as the cock moved in and out, deeper until she screamed in pain, fuck she wanted to get stuck, wanted this foreign cock with its eggs to seal her pussy as the eggs pumped into her.
Tears gathered in her eyes as she moved her legs farther out, her knees hit the floor with a sharp thud and she sat, forcing her pussy to sit down all the way on the cock. Looking into her phone, she could see the skin stretched, her cunt swollen and red, her clit hard and ready for the slightest of touches to send her over the edge. Taking a deep breath, Mandi lifted one leg and felt her way around the base, finding that button Nimmie talked about. Pushing it down, the beads that sat at the base of the cock began to vibrate, rotate around and up. Her cunt tightened its grip and her body jerked as she rotated her hips. Fuck she could feel the eggs rising with the undulations of the beads.
“Fuck. Fuck, Fuck!” Mandi panted as her hand left the floor and slapped at her swollen clit in tandem. She felt the first egg explode from the cock and straight into her, she could feel it right against her cervix, followed by another, then another. Her hand slapped harder at her clit and as she moved she looked down at her flat belly, she watched as her skin moved, pushed out by the eggs filling her.
Her orgasm took root and she flung her head back and screamed. Pressure like never before built low in her belly as she came. Her hand never stopped slapping and rubbing her clit until it was too much and she lifted off the cock, her pussy releasing all her cum and juices in one great spasm. She watched in awe as she squirted, the eggs falling out of her one by one with a wet slimy pop. One after another she watched as she forced her pussy to push the remaining eggs out, each one slowly falling to the floor. Her pussy pulsed and her body trembled with aftershocks of the best fucking orgasm ever!
“I’m telling you JJ I think I lost one! I have eleven eggs nit twelve! What happens if one is still inside me? What am I going to do? Go to the doctor and say hey doc by the way I fucked an alien dong, had its fake eggs shoved inside of me and now I lost one. Can you look in my cunt and tell me what you see?”
JJ just laughed, “It probably rolled under something so stop freaking out! But look we need to go back to that store, cause girl I done used all that lube and those dildos! I’m so gaped I could fit my fist in there!” Shaking her head, she finished her conversation with JJ, thinking that he was probably right. The eggs had come out at first so fast that she lost one. Had to be.
That night Mandi lay curled on her side, her thoughts on sleep, her mind drifting off into nothingness, she felt a soft, wet squelch come from between her thighs. Moaning in her sleep, her body thrashed about, wetness soaked her pussy and sheets as her legs spread by some unseen force. Through her sleep, pain had her eyes flip open and she screamed as e cunt stretched. Her knees bent and she rose on her elbows as she looked down her body. One long thick tentacle slide from her cunt. It was the same hues as the dildo, it slid from her pussy and onto her thigh, the rings of the suction cups molding to her flesh. Scrambling away, her body spasmed as the tentacle stayed stuck inside of her womb, the one long tentacle slithered off her thigh and moved up, the tip pushing through the slit of her wet core. The pointed tip flicked her clit hard enough to shock Mandi into pure pleasure.
“Ohmagod its real. Oh fuuuck its real.” Her voice went from a high-pitched scared cadence to a low, pleasurable moan. This is what she had fantasized about the first time she watched that damn porn. Her fantasy becoming a reality. The alien inside of her wiggled growing thicker, spreading her sunt much like the dildo did, stretching her to the point of pain, sealing tight. The tip of the tentacle slide back and forth on her clit, the suction cups moving languidly over her clit, sucking and releasing each time with each suction cup. The thick base shoved deep in her began to slither in and out, fucking her until she could no longer stand it, her orgasm tore through her body. Her body bowed off the bed, every muscle seized in pleasure and her cum flowed from her pussy in great rushes around the tentacle. Her breathing labored she lifted her head to watch the tentacle move and slither back into her cunt, her lower belly becoming slightly pooched out where it rested in her womb.
Would the other eleven eggs be the same? If they stayed in her would they hatch too? How many could she keep inside of her at once? She wanted to fond out. Would it be like that porn? A tentacle for every hole? Her mouth, ass and pussy all having one at the same time? Her pussy pulsed as her cum leaked from her open slit. There was only one way to find out. Jumping out of bed, she found the ovipositor, and began to pop the remaining eggs into the cock. Her belly wiggled in anticipation as she positioned her phone once more, then sank low on the cock, hoping that the other eleven eggs would too take root inside of her womb.
Summary: In the future, humans are nearly universal surrogates and Earth has taken to profiting off the ability. However, while humans can intermix with aliens, it doesn’t mean it’s without complications.
When Taliyra signed up to be a Companion to an alien, she had expectations. Mainly a lot of sex in an attempt to conceive an alien baby. What she didn’t expect was her counterpart to be so distant and - for lack of a better term - relatively hands off. For all intents and purposes, Khravel seems completely disinterested in her and will not hold a discussion to explain why.
After four months of this behavior, she’s had enough. Confronting Khravel, she gives him an ultimatum: either he sits down and talks with her about what the problem is or she’s going back to Proxypanion and requesting a transfer.
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Suddenly, the weight of the room was on Khravel’s shoulders. Delegate Yivo, Laryse, and Taliyra were all looking at him, the only one who had yet to give permission for a show. Unable to argue, Khravel tried to force the tension in his shoulders to ease. With a motion of his hand, he attempted to smile. “Far be it for me to stop you two. I commend you both for your duties to Tivik’s populace.”
Delegate Yivo beckoned for Laryse to come closer once more, to which the human woman did obey. She stood slowly and made her way down the table to the yellow Tivikonian, her nipples already taut beneath the gauzy fabric of her dress.
Khravel’s mouth went dry, realizing his colleague was intending to give him a rather close-up view of their copulation. Gathering up his tablet, he mumbled something about giving them space before rising and retreating down the table. He doubted Yivo heard him. The man had his eyes intent on his Companion, color rising in his own yellow cheeks. Without another thought, Khravel padded the way Laryse came, consequently placing him closer to Taliyra, with her dark eyes that continued to sear through him.
Taliyra straightened in her chair when Khravel neared her, though her shoulders eased as he sat with a chair between them. Of course. He didn’t want to get too close to her. Huffing out a breath, she leaned her elbow on the table, cradling her chin in her hand as she watched Yivo and Laryse.
The two were undoubtedly attracted to one another. He caressed her cheek when she neared his sitting position and they exchanged some playful words. Laryse’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip as one of Yivo’s four hands trailed down her side. Another hand bunched her dress up, a third raising to confidently stroke along the woman’s slit. Her gasp was tinged with a whimper as she broadened her stance, his fourth hand coming up to rest on the small of her back, bracing her upright. Laryse clasped onto two of his of his arms as Yivo’s hand moved, deftly dipping a digit into her folds, into her.
The intimacy of the moment put Taliyra in the crosshairs of delight of watching them; frustration at her own lackluster couplings with Khravel; and yearning for what they had. But it seemed Laryse had hit the jackpot. Delegate Yivo seemed to truly cherish her, beyond what her uterus could provide. A cold dagger of disappointment wedged into Taliyra’s chest at the thought. Despite herself, her eyes flicked over to Khravel.
She expected to see him intently watching the two, completely ignoring her. Or perhaps glaring at the proceedings, upset with his lacking partner.
Taliyra did not expect to catch the Tivikonian’s red eyes turned toward her. He leered at her, hotly. The heat in his gaze was too similar to his expression during their nightly visits. Though she felt he was also annoyed with her. Regardless, she found her heart thrumming a little faster under his gaze.
Heat spiked through the room, heavy and prickling, as Laryse’s sounds slowly became louder. The wisp of fabric being discarded, Yivo’s own soft groans of satisfaction, burned through the air. It only fed the imaginings playing in Khravel’s mind, twisting everything to feature himself and Taliyra. Peeling the dress suit off the human woman’s body, layer by layer. Running his hands over her breasts, palm grinding over her nipples to elicit a cry that was echoed by Laryse in the room. His cock stirred, fabric becoming taut against his groin.
A sudden warmth pressed to his thigh and his whole body jerked to attention. His far-flung thoughts focused on the hand, followed it up a clothed arm to Taliyra’s face. There had been a chair between them. When had she moved? Or had he been the one to shift closer? Khravel swallowed, momentarily afraid of the answer.
Focusing on Taliyra’s face, he found a flush darkening her cheeks, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Do yo–“
The barely formed words snapped through him as he bolted to his feet. Picking up his tablet, holding it like a shield in front of him, he pushed away from the table and headed for the exit. “If you’ll excuse me, I just remembered there’s something I need to attend to.”
Feelings of rejection slammed into Taliyra, watching Khravel retreat from the conference room. The following wave of self-righteous indignation crashed into her, soon after. It propelled her to her feet as she followed in her counterpart’s footsteps. She made some half-hearted excuse to Laryse and Delegate Yivo, though part of her doubted either would notice the lack of an audience.
As Taliyra exited the conference, she heard Laryse make a sound of worry and Yivo chuckle in her wake. “Don’t worry. Iedro has always been on the shy side.”
She didn’t get to wonder about his words for long. Already, she was storming down the hall, eyes wheeling around until she found the departing form of Khravel. Feeling foolish, she pursued him. She didn’t yell, didn’t call out, didn’t run. Merely sped-walked after the infuriating man as fire swelled in her chest.
What was he doing? Did he despise her so much, her barely-formed offer had disgusted him? Rejection stabbed through her again and she frowned. This was not going to work if he couldn’t stomach bedding her, beyond the lackluster way he’d done so far.
She watched as he darted into a room, apparently unaware of her tailing him.
As Taliyra burst in after him, she found the area to be something of a supply closet. The acrid scent of cleaning fluid tinged the air, along with the must of sitting water. A legion of floor cleaning robots lined a section of wall, all stowed into box-like shelves. To the left of the door, a spigot jutted from the wall over a tiled basin, a bucket and mop close by.
For a beat she feared he’d used the room as a shortcut elsewhere but there were no other doors leading out beside the one she entered. After a few more seconds of exploration she found the Tivikonian man partially bent over a cleared off table, his tablet sitting off-center on the flat surface.
His shoulders heaved with his every breath, as if he’d run a marathon. Taliyra neared him, her eyebrows furrowed. “What in the stars are you doing?”
Khravel spun around, his lower hands grasping the table behind him as his upper arms spread out. His eyes wide, he looked the part of a child caught doing something wrong. And part of him knew it. Embarrassment joined the residual heat left from the carnal thoughts. “Why did you follow me?”
Taliyra cast him a look, hoping it translated to something akin to ‘We have already discussed this,’ as she crossed her arms. When his shoulders didn’t ease in defeat, she gave an irritable sigh. “Because this is a partnership wherein I’m supposed to give you a child and that is very hard to do with how you’ve been carrying on.”
His upper-set of hands dragged over his face as he groaned, “You are trying my patience, little one.”
That caused Taliyra pause. He’d never called her that and, for some reason, it sent a skittering flare of delight straight to her center. Trying to cling to her agitation, she frowned harder. “I’m not all that little, Khravel.”
An amused snort left Khravel as his hands dropped from his face. He found her leering up at him and, in such a small space, their size differential was all the more apparent. Mirroring her pose, his upper arms crossed over his chest. “To me, you are. And that is the problem.”
“What do you mean?” Taliyra narrowed her eyes, knowing full well that Laryse was not larger than her.
Khravel sighed. It wasn’t a simple aggravated sigh. It started with a deep chest-filling breath that, upon exhale, was released slow and low. It was an attempt to center himself, to stall, to come up with the right words.
He did not find those words.
Instead, his body moved on its own. He shoved away from the table, grabbing Taliyra. The feel of her soft body under his palms sending an additional flare of heat up his arms.
Shock bolted through her as four large hands gripped her, at her wrists and at her hips. She barely blinked before he lifted her, turned back around, dumped her on the table he’d been leaning over. Vaguely, Taliyra heard something clatter and then realized her soles were caressed by cold air, her shoes fallen from her feet. Her wrists were fed into one of his hands, pinned above her head to the wall behind her, causing her to lean slightly back since his other set of hands was not letting her hips move.
Anticipation twanged through Taliyra, her hitched breathing a telltale sign. Something about how he could handle her so easily, move her however he wanted, was both awful and alluring.
Somehow, Khravel managed to splay her legs in the move, standing between her angled knees. His free hand dropped between her thighs, intending to grind his palm against the fabric of her underwear.
“You are so small, I doubt you can handle even my fing–“ Khravel stilled, his red eyes darting from Taliyra’s face to her groin. His mouth felt dry and all too wet at the same time. To his credit, he did not groan, though he felt painfully close to it as his fingers traced over her bared sex. “Are you not wearing underthings?”
She cleared her throat, trying to force the excited shakiness from her words. “Thought they’d get in the way, if I talked sense into you.”
“I see,” Khravel croaked, realization at his vapid plan washing over him. What exactly had he thought would happen, even if she were wearing underwear? He was just thinking with his cock. A cock which, at that moment, was wedged against the table’s edge, throbbing at Taliyra’s proximity.
“You were saying something about your…?”
“My finger. I doubt you could handle it.” Closing his eyes against his folly, Khravel leaned over Taliyra, forehead bracing on the forearm of the hand that held her wrists.
“I see,” she mimicked his earlier words. Her head tilted back, staring up into his unguarded face. This was the closest he had gotten to her and, though she would have preferred to have her hands free to explore, her eyes still drank in every detail.
She wished she could touch him. Feel those lines that fanned from his eyes. Graze her fingertips over the gradient of white-to-red. Let her finger follow that line that dipped straight down his body. Part of the allure of ProxyPanion had been the non-Terran beings, but even that Khravel had denied her.
Licking her lips, Taliyra spread her knees a little wider, angled her hips against his touch. “There is a way to find out.”
“Or we don’t.” Khravel opened his eyes, peering down at Taliyra. Between the wide angle of her legs and his hand, her skirt had inched dangerously close to baring all to his gaze.
“Or we don’t,” she echoed, her words laced with disappointment as she averted her gaze. That sense of rejection grew again in the pit of her stomach and heat licked at the back of her eyes, tears threatening. For a brief second, she thought they were moving forward to something better.
Under his palms, she could feel her body grow lax with acceptance as her knees tightened their angle, her thighs squeezing against his hand at her groin.
“Are you going to let me go or–“ Her words ended with a garbled sound as his finger skirted along her opening, palm grinding down on her clit.
Her eyes wheeled back up to Khravel, his hand squeezing her wrists as their eyes met. “You said I was bad at sex, Taliyra.”
Those words were said so low, so soft. Not a verbalized threat in sight, but something in the tone promised something. Their little pocket of space was also heating up, making her heartbeat speed up. She flexed her hands, testing his hold, finding it unyielding.
Nervously, Taliyra licked her lips. “I can only go off precedent and thus far–“
“Quiet.” In a quick movement, he let go of her wrists, only to grab Taliyra’s throat. His thumb pressed to her lips, as if to keep them closed. She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening as she stared up at him, her hands immediately going to his wrist.
Though Khravel was gratified to see her blush darken and her muscles at his fingertips flex excitedly. Her fingers trembled a little as she gripped him. He hoped it was excitement and not fear that made her tremble.
“You didn’t simply say I was bad at sex,” he murmured, leaning closer. Taliyra’s scent tickled at his senses, sweet and clean, along with the zing of adrenaline. ”You said I was terrible at it.”
A sound escaped her, verging on a whimper, but judging from her expression, it was meant to translate as ‘and?’
Khravel narrowed his eyes, the logical part of his brain asking the same exact question.
(Old(?) Fantasy of mine pulled from a discord server)
TW: degradation, cybertronians, public masturbation.
Fantasy itself was me getting caught in the act masturbating, & close to cumming, by a cybertronian who begun acting in mock-outrage/disgust, though you could tell through their tone their emotion was more. Sadistic, voyeuristic, spectative amusement telling me I was a disgusting little organic and making all sorts of mean comments about my tiny human form and how perverted I was to keep going. "Are you getting off to this??? How horrible. Primus what a fucked up little squishy." With a shit-eating grin. Obviously I kept going as messily and debased as possible and eventually all pretenses dropped and they started encouraging me to cum, like
"Cum. Aren't you just a messy thing? That's it, show me what your little human overload looks like." All while recording me. Obviously I'd thank the giant alien robot afterwards while my legs shake and they'd like. Just laugh and give me a pitying look with a glimmer of lust.
in the fantasy dude had like some cybertronian device?? i am not engineer it was scifi-esque though. Recorded me to show to their friends+jack off to later or something. something really humiliating... this idea came with a new turn to the fantasy: I get a reputation among the local horny exophile cybertronian bullies stranded on Earth with nothing better to do than bully pathetic squishy.
