ALIEN!GOJO abducts a human whom he's developed a pathetically fat crush on. You don't mind letting the six-eyed freak have a crack at the human pussy he's been so curious about — and truly, his dick is out of this woooooorld!
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ──── tagz; ADULT content intended for 18+ viewers (MDNI), smut smut smut, crack, fluff, Sukuna, alien abduction, alien fucking, double/big dick Gojo, double penetration, dumbification, size difference, degradation & praise, experimentation (he's curious how many times he can make you cum on toys), multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering, slight breeding kink, toys usage, name-calling, pet names, he's very silly, he cries a little at the end because he doesn't wanna return you to earth but Sukuna is like PUT HUMAN BACK. NOW.
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ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO has been dying to try human pussy for a while now. He needs to know what it’s like, to feel something different gripping his cock. So he bought himself a ‘human-like’ fleshlight somewhere in Andromeda (totally a knock-off btw) — and he finds out quickly that it’s wayyy too fucking small to fit on his cock. Whatever, he tries to squeeze every fat inch in anyways, stretching it wiiide open, stuck on the delicious idea that this is a close replica to a real pussy. Such a pity that his upper cock droops so lonely over it, precum pearling off the bulbous head, while his thicker lower cock gets to feel the tight squeeze of the fleshlight around its pulsing girth. “Too tight.” he grunts to himself, glaring down at the place where he’s slipping in and out of. He tuts in annoyance when his cock keeps slipping out on each hefty drawback — so he gets rougher with it, pins it down and tries really hard to keep his cock inside.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO whose cock is simply too fucking big to fuck the human pussy fleshlight; it keeps slipping out when he hits the stroke wrong. “Fuck, nn, wowww — is human pussy really this tight? There’s no way... fffuck! So annoying... can’t even stay inside for long...” and out pops his swollen cock from the tight fleshlight yet again, so he growls and shoves it back in with one hard, base-to-fucking-tip thrust. Glutes flexing as he repeats the feverish motions of rolling his hips, drawing back, and fucking the tiny pouch full of his curvy, ribbed cock. Pulsing in jealous agony, his upper cock keeps oozing precum; it’s much to his annoyance. Because he likes to keep it clean while pleasuring himself — a bit of a neat intergalactic freak, he is.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO whose ethereal white lashes flutter so softly when he cums, releasing a shaky ‘ahhh...~!’ as he orgasms hard — spurt after spurt of thick, milky cum shooting from the bulbous tips of both his cocks, painting the insides of the toy white and — oops, okay, so he didn’t check the fact that his upper cock wouldn’t fit, and now there’s a goopy puddle on the floor that he has to shamefully clean up.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who claims to Sukuna, “I’m bored of zoomin’ round Ass-dromeda. Why can’t we visit Milky Way?” to which he receives a quizzical look and gruff grunt in reply,
“Because the last time you were in Milky Way, you had a milky day, you slut. And I vowed to never let you near that planet ever again.” Sukuna answers, but Satoru persists, “Butbutbut that was one time! I’ve changed.”
“Nope. You’re still a horny dumbass.”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who ‘accidentally’ projectile-launched Sukuna’s MOST PRIZED POSSESSION through the vacuum of space right towards earth. Two legs kick up on the spaceship’s dashboard as Satoru acts like he’s got no clue why the radar is picking up the object on the third rock from the sun. “Weird! I guess we’ll have to go retrieve it. Ahem.” then he booty bumps the dumbstruck Sukuna so he can take control of the cockpit.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who is so cringe it nearly melts Sukuna’s face off sometimes, “Oh-Em-Gee.” breathes Satoru in delight upon exit of the WAP-69 (don’t ask). “What the fuck does that mean?” Sukuna asks, bulky arms getting goosebumps at the cool temperature on earth during this fine evening. “It’s human-talk.” Satoru replies snootily.
“Uh-huh... and do you know what it means?”
“Well, I don’t have a direct translation BUT humans have said it when they’re surprised, when they’re praying, and when they’re fucking.”
“Cool. Now stop saying it.”
The radar device which Satoru holds starts bleeping, bright green dot blinking. “OMG I just got a signal for your teddy bear.”
“—it is NOT a teddy bear, that’s a VERY rare human artifact. Now, where is it?”
“This residence.” he rears his head up at your apartment complex.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who snoops around a hot pink bedroom, opening and closing drawers, scouring for the Hello Kitty plush very rare human artifact that is impossibly important to Sukuna. “Ooo! Nail polish — I don’t have pink in my collection.” Sukuna ignores the Nuisance and searches high and low, but the Nuisance keeps yapping. “Lacey pussy-protectors... mine now.” he smirks as he pockets them. “They’re called panties. And stop stealing shit!” Sukuna hisses, but Satoru? Doesn’t hear him, because his eyes land on an unopened box.
“—ooo, is this a plastic noodle? Oh. No, wait,” he reads the label of the sex toy (that you just bought and were very excited to come home from work to ride your brains out on, btw), “‘galactic cock’...? Haha, check that... humans are freaky.”
“Yeah, like you didn’t just get ripped off on a ‘human’ pussy in Andromeda, of all places. Seriously, isn’t that thing too small?”
Suddenly, Satoru stiffens, Six Eyes acting like his personal sensor as he detects a human nearby.
“Someone’s at the door.”
“OMG.”
“This is not the right context for OMG. We need to GTFO.”
They snatch the Very Rare Human Artifact That Is Definitely Not A Hello Kitty Toy and make for their ship.
But Satoru hesitates when his Six Eyes gather the details of your soul. His mouth hangs agape, as if he’s been struck in the back by a thousand cupid's arrows. Why? Because the shape of your soul is so similar to one he knew before... yeah, that human who dumped him.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO once fell in love with a human named Geto Suguru but he got DUMPED — that’s right, DUMPED — by him. And he has yearned to find someone like Geto Suguru but alas, has found no such similar soul in all the galaxies he had traversed. All fruitless missions, those were. But isn’t it fucking funny that he got dumped by a human? Sukuna will never not laugh at that.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who observes you, all Six Eyes dewy with tears, from the invisible UFO that’s parked on the rooftop one apartment block away from yours. “Wow, she is just so beautiful, it almost hurts to stare.” Satoru sobs softly, sweetly, making Sukuna curl his lips in abject disgust. “Don’t even think about it.” Sukuna warns. “I wasn’t! God, I’ve learned my lesson...” he trails off, sniffling as he wipes a tear off that’s been dramatically clinging to his lower lashes.
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ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who totally abducts you when Sukuna is asleep. Well, maybe don’t let the weirdo who’s been fucking a knock-off ‘human’ pocket pussy from Andromeda take control of the ship? Because obviously he isn’t gonna chart a course for home before beaming you up.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who stares at you — waiting for you to wake up — with two entrancingly blue eyes, the rest just small slits on his cheek and above his brows. He doesn’t wanna freak you out. And see! You don’t freak out when you wake up and look at him. Instead, you stare fondly back at him... glaring? No, no... he read in a book somewhere that glaring is sometimes affectionate. Oh, god, his heart throbs at you.
And you’re curling your lip at him, sprawled on the soft white sheets of his pod-bed, half admiring his ethereal beauty and half cowering at how massive he is as he arches over you — so giant, yet so docile. Adoring, even, puppy tilt of the head as you slowly blink at him.
“Uh... gleep glorp?”
“No, English.”
“What’s going on?”
Satoru’s lips spread into a toothy grin, “Surprise! You’ve been abducted, baby!”
He watches your mouth fall open — brows flattening over your eyes. Are you scared? Well, he inches backwards just in case. But then you speak again.
“Are you... are you fuckin’ kidding me...?”
“I’m sorry!” Satoru bursts into apology mode, “Listen, I’m not evil or anything, I just really liked the shape of your soul — OK fuck that sounds weird — ”
“I have CLASS tomorrow.”
“—wut?”
“It’s FINALS, you gleeb glorp motherfucker! I don’t have TIME for an alien abduction right now. I will get my degree NO MATTER WHAT.”
His antennae droop. There’s a hot blush burning atop his cheeks and he looks utterly embarrassed — seriously, this is not how Abduction: Suguru Geto went. Oops.
Satoru pops his lips. “Ah-haaa... sorry?”
“Sorry my ASS. This SUCKS. I wanted to come home, study, ride my brains out on my new dildo, watch memes, and go to sleep BUT NOOO! I had to get abducted by — by!”
He blinks at you with an endearing head tilt, and that’s when you’re sooo taken by his charm.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who you find out is really good at kissing — what? Okay, shame yourself for kissing an alien you literally just met. So what! He’s hot. He’s friendly. And he cups your cheeks as he kisses you more gently than any human man ever has, okay! Damn.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who is muttering little praises against your saliva-glistening lips, “You’re sooo soft. This is crazy.” he feels loopy, antennae glowing at the tips as he continues kissing you. Tilting his head, deepening the kiss, flushing hot when you presss your aching chest up on his huuuge pecs.
One intergalactic kiss and then oh no, suddenly your bra and panties fall off and you’re clawing at him to strip, too. Crazy.
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ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO can’t believe that asking “Wanna fuck?” in his most polite voice was all it took for you to hop on that alien dick.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who pinches curiously at your pussy, sniffing it out like it’s some exotic food. “Hmm, is it a bad idea to give it a taste? Surely not, when it smells this good, right? I’ve heard humans put their mouths on it juuust liiike this...” you feel his buttery soft tongue poking at your sensitive clit, throwing your head back, releasing the cutest noise he’s never heard before.
His buttery-soft lips melt against your soft pussy as he figures out what makes you feel good, finger prodding at your entrance as you instruct him to do so. Six-inch fingers (or more...?), thick and filling you up, Satoru’s grinning in amazement at how you feel inside.
“Wow, so different... really tight, I don’t think I can fit you on my cock, but we’ll see...”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO doesn’t mind that you’re soaking the palm of his hand with your pussy juices, in fact he’s lapping it up like it’s his new favorite dessert. “Oh my, now this I could get addicted to. Mm, like fuckin’ honey. So sticky, too. Aw, I bet your pussy would just melt around me so nicely like it did around my fingers.”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who is ecstatic, to say the least, when you agree to let him run some experiments on you. Um, and by that I mean, he tests your pussy with vibrators that he totally stole from earth. He’s just trying to figure out how human females orgasm, and how many times in a row, ya know? That’s why he’s pressing a buzzing toy against your clit while working a thick dildo in and out of your beautifully gushing pussy — okay, so he totally stole your ‘galactic cock’ toy, too. But hey, on the bright side, you got to put it to use after all. “Is this too much? N’aw, but you look like you enjoy it... I wonder how many times in a row I can make you cum before I break you.”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO edges you on your best orgasm just to see what it does to you. A rough, calloused hand plants a harsh slap on your sensitive pussy that’s honestly gone through so much abuse and yet still craves to be filled — toys have never been enough for you and he can clearly tell.
“So pretty when you’re a slutty little mess like this. Want me to fuck your brains out, right? Mhm, that’s all you can think about; getting fucked and filled with cock that’s wayyy too big for you. Yeah, you bet it would feel reaaaaaaaally good. And I’ve just been dying to get a feel for human pussy myself, so... why don’t we put ourselves out of agony?”
Big hands grasp at either side of your hips, cock wedged between your pussy lips. He’s teasing his bulbous cockhead at your slit, testing to see if it can actually fit in such a small space.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO whose pupils literally dilate the moment he slides his raw cock into your bare pussy, “Fuck, nn, wowww — so fucking tight. Stay still, please, I want to get deeper inside you.”
He arches over you, shadow stretching well over yours and putting you in dark shade.
He would be menacing, if not for the lip-nibbling cutiepie temperament he has; “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” he asks, genuinely concerned. “This is sooo crazy, I’ve never had to hold back this much for anyone, can’t even fuck you as hard as I want ’cause I’d break you... ahah, why does that make you smile?”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who fawns, “Fuck, human pussy feels sooo weird, ’s gonna get me addicted... fuck, nn!” aaaaaand his cock pops out. Oops.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who is tenderly eyeing out your little reactions and adoring the noises you make while he plunges his monster cock deep inside your abused pussy, pinching at your pert nipples and playing with your body like he’s known it for a century. “Mm, I feel so good, don’t I? Yeah, are you in love, yet? Because your pussy sure is. Look at how she hugs me.” He pushes your head down to make you watch him fuck you into a creamy mess.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO taking over the world? No. Taking over your pussy? Yessssssssssss. Now that’s what I’m talking about.
Fat tip prodding at your cervix, Satoru’s cock feels like it’s trying to mould your tiny cunt to fit his shape and him alone.
He presses a palm down on your tummy, “Feel me here, don’t you?” he grins, “That’s where I’m gonna put my babies.” Feeling him pulse against your walls so hot and hard that it makes your head spin so much you have to claw onto his beefy biceps for stability.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO whose imagination could have never accounted for the scent of your pussy, nor the pulse of its untried walls around him as he stretches you open, nor the endearing noises of pleasure that humans make during sex.
“Oh, does this spot feel good? Interesting. So, what happens if I fuck you right here... over n’ over n’ over again?”
“Ohhh, fuck! Ngh! Yesyesyes, please do that again, feels so good!!” you babble, tears escaping your twitching eyes.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who can’t help but blurt out; “Nn, fffuck — would it be a bad idea to fuck a baby into you? I think our kids would look kinda cute if they have your eyes. And I have strong genes! Wanna make a baby with me? Is that cool with you? Use your words. I’m close... cumming inside is how earthlings get pregnant, right? I have to cum... deeeeeep inside your pussy for my seed to take.”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO whose second cock rests heavy and meaty on your pulsing clit, each stroke rewiring your brain with how good it feels to effortlessly cum. You don’t even have to do anything, just let him cradle you as he fucks you full of his cum repeatedly, until it’s frothy and getting whipped up with each new thrust.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who has a crazy toothy smile on his face that makes all his six eyes squinty, the entire time he’s fucking you. Eagerly manhandling you into a mean bulldog doggystyle, “You’re so fucking pretty in every position I put you in, I’m almost jealous — never met anyone who looks prettier than me getting filled with cock.”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO can’t believe that earth has hidden a slutty gem like you from him — “You love getting fucked like this, like a little dolly; cumming ’till you can’t anymore — right, right? N’awww, you’re such a dumb babbling mess already, and I’ve just gotten started.”
You feel his thick, ribbed cock pulse against your taut walls, he’s licking affectionately at your earlobe, casting a long shadow over your frame, “Such a slutty human, so fucking weak... but you’re super cute, w’nna keep you here forever.” he says this — choking you up with how balls deep his fattest cock is right now, btw — while his upper cock is throbbing against your puckered asshole like it’s contemplating stretching that inviting hole open right now. It’s not like you’re that weak; you can take cock like a real champ in all holes at once — you’ve proven that to yourself plenty times, but those were just toys. Alien dick is a whole different story.
But he’s going craaaaaaaaazy at the thought of feeling both his cocks getting milked by your warm ass and pussy, literally drooling over your back as he coos against your earlobe, that syruppy voice feels so tingly in your stomach; “If you beg nicely, I’ll fuck both your holes~ wouldn’t that be fun?”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO releases feathery — nearly whimpering — moans fall as he finally slides both of his cocks inside your warm, welcoming holes — “Fuuuck, finally; my lil’ guy was getting jealous.”
Ethereal lashes fluttering at the sensation of his monster cock stretching out your tiny human pussy and ass. It’s crazy. Out of his world. He ruts into you like a beast, moaning over your shoulder, firm torso melding with your sweat-slippery back.
“So good, sooo good... nobody’s made me cum this much, fuck! Ahah, haha... I’m close again. Gonna fill up both your pretty holes, my sweet doe — are you gonna take what I give you, like a good girl? N’aw, yes you are. Yes you fuckin’ are.”
He picks up the pace, pounding you so hard that his massive, plump balls thwack loudly against your clit with each thrust. His arms are vined tight around you, feet stomped either side of your hips, lifting your ass so high up in the air that your knees don’t even touch the bed anymore — they’re hovering above the sheets, a steady stream of yours and his releases make a gloopy puddle.
He’s feverish, nipping at your ears, obsessing over how his massive cocks plug you so perfectly, “That’s it, that’s it; don’t use that silly brain of yours, just let me fuck you into bliss. F-fuck... I wanna be inside you forever, fill you with my babies just like this every day — fuckfuckfuck, ngh! Ahhh, I’m gonna c-cum... I’m c-c-c—cuuuuuummmmmminnnngggggg~!”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who’s got seemingly endless stamina, so you’ve got to be the one to tell him to finish. And he cracks a guilty smile, head bowing in shame, “Sorrrryyyyy, I got carried away.” he mumbles. “I just really like you.”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who cuddles you so closely afterwards, giggling to himself — “You’re sooo cute.” he murmurs into the crook of your neck, “Never met such a slutty human before. And you take it so well, I’m honestly surprised.” he praises. You’re practically smothered by a bulk of sweaty muscle, and he has not withdrawn his cocks from your tired, cum-leaking holes.
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who cooks for you after, something ‘gourmet’ and ‘very exotic, from earth’ and it’s just fucking toaster pizza. The most sinful kind, too (SQUARE toaster pizza with PINEAPPLE). But he’s being so nice, you have to take a few polite bites.
... and it’s when Satoru scurries back to the kitchen cabin, that a grumbling double-armed, Sukuna trumbles out after his thick slumber. He could have sworn he heard moans and other such weird noises from Satoru’s bedroom, but he assumed it was just him watching his stash of human porn and then fell right back into the pillow.
But then his eyes land on you, mouth halfway choking down a toaster pizza.
You draw your gaze to him, blink innocently, and quite simply don’t know what to do except greet him by raising a peace sign — that’s a universal sign, right?
“I cum in peace.” you mumble.
Satoru’s humming from the kitchen cabin. Sukuna lets out... a sigh? A really defeated sigh.
“Satoru. Did you. Abduct. The Human?”
“... noooooooooooooo...”
He palms at his face — why does it seem to you like this isn’t the first time this has happened?
“Satoru... throughout heaven and earth, to the galaxies beyond; you alone are the dumbest fucking alien to ever exist.”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who pouts — yes, POUTS — when Sukuna demands that he returns the human home. “You CANNOT keep the human.” he reiterates for the nth time, then Satoru babbles, “But she LIKES meeeeeee! See?” but Sukuna is NOT having it. “SATORU. PUT. HUMAN. BACK.”
“LALALA.... you reek of JEALOUSY. You just WISH you had a human who liked you. Loser!”
Very reluctantly, Sukuna convinces Satoru to chart a course back to Milky Way — “And step on it, she’s got collegs at 8 AM tomorrow.”
“College.” you correct.
“Time is, like, so relative...” Satoru grumbles, “By tomorrow, do you mean next lightyear?”
“No. Tomorrow.”
Satoru groans.
Sukuna’s at the wheel, maneuvering the ship through the stars — taking a very scenic route so that Satoru can enjoy just a little more time with you. He’s been clinging to your side, like, his limbs glued around you and didn’t budge.
The bulky... creature? Man? Alien? What was Sukuna? Shifted uncomfortably when you looked at him, probably because he didn’t like humans very much. But he tried hard to talk to you.
“So, how’s earth?”
“Good. Kinda dying.”
“Damn. That’s crazy.”
“Yup.”
“Ahem. Okay. Milky way is just over there.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—”
“Satoru, stop.”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO whose antennae droop gloomily when he has to return you home, skin glassy and eyes a translucent glow as he very dramatically cries about having to say goodbye to his favorite human. He nearly smothers you to death with just a hug, sniffling out, “You smell so nice. I’m gonna misss you so much. I’m literally gonna throw up.”
“Please don’t.”
“I-I could give you such sweet tours of the universe! Conquer any galaxy you want! C’mon!”
He persists, so you strike a deal, “You can pick me up on the weekends, just don’t make it obvious that a UFO is zooming around — I really don’t want the government to shoot my alien boyfriend down.”
“Okey :3”
ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who sulks, dragging his feet around the space ship, dearly missing you. He only had you for, like, under 24 hours.
“Satoru, stop wallowing.”
“I’m not wallowingggg...” Satoru garbles, curling into a tight ball of self-pity and star-shuddering misery.
“Yes, you are.” Sukuna grimaces as he tries with all his might to convey sensitivity, “Listen, you need to get over it.”
“Easy for you to say! Have youuuuuu ever been heartbroken by two humans in a row!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ──── an; gleeb glorp, this is an alien invasion if you know what I mean... 👽💗 I don't know why but I wrote this with fervency. A girl just needs that otherworldly dick sometimes. To scratch that freaky itch. Sorry if this is a bit of an incoherent mess and ridiculously goofy, I wrote most of it on a whim at 2 AM.
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.
At a human fetish bar for aliens, the waitresses are taking bets on something. The winner has to drink a mystery liquid and must go about her shift as normal. Dear old y/n is the winner and her breasts and nipples start to feel pretty sore. Then her breasts start getting bigger. Customers start to notice, and glue their eyes when her tits start pressing against her top and leaking profusely. y/n is trying to do her job but is getting really turned on from all the eyes on her. Luckily a tentacles alien that helps her out by publicly milking and fucking her.
The tentacle alien watches you struggle all night.
He watches you trying to take orders and balancing trays while your swollen, leaking tits bounce and ache under that too-tight top you wear for work. Dark wet patches bloom across the fabric with every step you take between the tables and under the burning stares of the others. You are a mess. A breathless, panting mess with sore nipples and dripping pussy.
So, of course he offers his help.
Well... offers is perhaps a generous word for it...
You are up on the bar counter, skirt bunched up around your hips, knees spread wide to give way to the ridged tentacle that slams deep into your soaked pussy over and over until your vision blurs. It stretches you open until your eyes roll and your thoughts scatter. Every thrust sends jolts of raw pleasure up your spine as your pussy clenches greedily around the slime-slick limb that makes your juices pool on the wooden surface beneath you.
Another appendage has your wrists pinned tight behind your back, offering your milk-drenched tits to the crowd like a prize. Your shirt is forgotten on the floor somewhere, and your bra is yanked down under your breasts. They are massive now, forcing your back into an arch that has you mewling while two more tentacles latch onto your puffy nipples. They are raw, throbbing, so sensitive you could come just from the milking alone.
And the whole bar is watching you struggle between pain and pleasure, but you don't really care about them because all you feel is the fat tentacle ruining your cunt and the vicious milking of your tits. You’re nothing but a leaking, trembling, overstimulated mess, and you’re about to come so hard you might black out in front of everyone.
Jake mf Sully has me in a chokehold. like literally. with those dreadlocks. and the whole i’m-a-dad-now-but-still-hot thing??? I was NOT okay when i saw him in avatar TWOW for the first time. I blacked out.
I’ve always liked him with the dreads btw. some of y’all are only now realizing he’s hot and that’s fine. Tastes are tastes. BUT the fact that it took you this long?? same energy as y’all switching teams every week between #teamconrad and #teamjeremiah. (I’ve been team conrad since day 1, let’s be serious.)
But anyway. jake sully looks like a whole na’vi DILF and i stand by that. He’s like… spiritually grabbing me by the neck.
Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Penetration, Knotting, Fantasy Sex Toys, Copious Amounts Of Cum Like Lube, Creampie (Sort Of)
Part 1
You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you position your camera. Your laptop is already open and just waiting for you to press the button to go live. You have a few more minutes before seven, and you try to collect yourself.
The dildo suctioned to the floor in front of your bed is equal parts exciting and nerve-wracking. When your lovely werewolf subscriber decided you’d be fucking a knotted dildo, your excitement was through the roof. You had yet to try a knot, and the thought of taking one for the first time on camera made your pussy wet and tingly.
The first thing you did after that live was browse online for the perfect dildo. You spent quite a while browsing before finding the one. You ordered it with rush shipping and were grateful that it arrived this afternoon just in time.
Looking at how thick the knot is, you think you may have been a little more adventurous when looking at its picture online. The shaft is long but not the longest you’ve taken before, probably about seven inches. Its impressiveness is truly in its knot. It sits at the base, and you cannot wrap your hand around it to have your fingers touch. You are slightly nervous about being able to take it, but that’s overshadowed mainly by your arousal to be knotted.
You fill the three hundred milliliter syringe with the thick white lube before attaching it to the tube connected to the dildo. You set it to the side and sit yourself next to the werewolf cock. As soon as the clock turns to seven, you go live.
You give the camera a sultry smile and say, “Hello, my lovely monsters. I’m so glad you could join me tonight and be here for my first knot. Hopefully, I’ll be getting knotted regularly from now on”. You grab the bottle of lube and pour a more than generous amount over the thick dildo. You continue to stroke as you read through the comments, reading some of the more descriptive ones aloud for your audience.
Once you have it thoroughly slick and ready, you kneel over the dildo and shift your hips so the wet tip is pressed against your dripping entrance. With a smile on your face, you begin sinking down the slick cock. The shaft alone provides a good stretch, and you moan at the feeling.
You stop when the fat knot starts to push against your entrance, giving your hips a little roll and causing the dildo to shift around in your sensitive pussy. You pull back up until only the tip rests inside you before dropping yourself back down until the top of the knot.
You continue bouncing up and down but keep yourself above the knot, not quite ready to try taking it yet. You use your hands to caress your body, pinching and pulling at your nipples as your tits bounce with your movements.
You look back to see floods of comments, doing your best to read them and respond between moans. “Fu–uck, yes! Mmhhh feel so good. I wish this was your cock stretching me open”, you say to your camera.
You lean over slightly to grab the large syringe, using a good amount of pressure to push the thick lube through to the dildo. You can feel it as it floods your pussy, slickening your cunt even more and creating a white ring on top of the knot as you slide up and down. You only pushed about a quarter of the syringe in, but you’re already so full with the slippery white cum like lube.
You take a look at the comments and groan at their words.
Comment Section:
AlphaWolf992: Fucking gorgeous. I wish I was there with you, little one. I’d knot you so good.
HumanLuvver69: Take the knot like a good girl. I wanna see that tight human pussy stretched open on that fat knot.
Mr.TentaclesXXX: Hmmmm, you would look so pretty with my tentacles in all your holes.
FeralFucker111: I need you to sink down on that knot, baby. Let me see that pretty human pussy swallow up that big knot. I want to see you filled to the brim with cum, baby. Fuck I would fill you with my cum and knot your tight cunt if I was with you right now.
DaddyOrc33: Perfect little human. Come on. I need to see you cum. Wanna see that pussy clench on that monster cock. Fuck I hope you fuck an orc cock next. Wanna see you stuffed and leaking orc cum so bad little human.
You wish you had these monsters with you right now. You can only imagine what it would be like to get fucked dumb by a real monster. Although, for right now, this werewolf dildo is doing a great fucking job.
You pull up and off the tip, hovering above the big dildo, and you smile as you watch a torrent of thick white cum drip out of your cunt and make an even bigger mess of the dildo. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the chat going crazy.
“Alright, my loves. I think it’s time to try and work my way up to really take this knot. I think my pussy is nice and ready for it,” you say. You see the comments flood with encouragement and neediness to see you knotted.
You give the camera a beaming smile as you thrust down on the dildo again. You sit just above the knot again when you stop and pick up the syringe again. You give another hard push until it reaches about halfway. You moan as it coats your warm cunt and slides down the dildo.
You lift up and down again, shifting your hips just slightly so the tip nudges against your g-spot on each stroke. You whine softly as pleasure shoots through your body, climbing higher and higher with each stroke of the cock inside you.
You widen your legs, bringing your core closer to the floor and the knot. On the next stroke down, you push further the beginning of the knot, pushing against your entrance and making your breath catch in your throat.
You lift up again and drop back down using gravity to your advantage. You get the first part of the knot in, but not quite to the largest part. You reach for the syringe again, giving a slight push to add even more lube.
You lift slightly before dropping all your weight downwards. The knot pushes against your tight hole, and you groan at the stretch. The widest part is just outside your entrance, and instead of lifting up to try again, you push down harder and circle your hips. Moans spill from your lips as the knot slips in millimeter by millimeter.
You cry out as the thickest part slides inside you, the rest of the knot following after, and the dildo pushes even further inside you. You moan and bounce up and down in small movements, keeping the knot in your wet heat.
You grind your hips as your thighs begin to shake, ecstasy spreading through your nerves. You push on the syringe again, and more creamy white lube floods your pussy, through the knot keeps it locked inside you.
You glance at the camera as you say, “I’m so close. I feel soooo full. Oh my- fuck I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna c-cum!”.
You throw your head back as your pussy clenches around the cock inside you. You moan freely as you ride every wave of your high, pushing on the syringe over and over to fill yourself with the cum-like lube. Each push stuffing your fluttering pussy more than you thought possible.
With a final whimper, you stop moving your hips, taking a moment to enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm and the overwhelming fullness you feel. As you come back to your senses, you look at the screen, smiling at all the comments from your monsters.
You shift your eyes over to your camera and stroke your hand lightly over your lower abdomen, where a slight bulge is. You pull up hard and fast, whimpering as you pull the knot from your overstuffed cunt. You keep going until your pussy hovers over the tip of the cock, watching in slight amazement as the cum-like lube pours out of you and drips down to the werewolf cock. It keeps going on and on, and you moan slightly at the feeling and the puddle forming beneath you.
You give the camera one last sultry smile as you say, “Alright, my loves, that’s it for today. I’m so happy you could be with me for my first knotting. I can assure you it definitely won’t be my last. Make sure to come see me again on Tuesday. I can’t wait to see which monster cock I’ll be taking next”. You blow a kiss to the camera as you hit the button to stop the recording.
You’re already excited about your following live and finding out which monster you’ll have next week. As you look at the messy werewolf cock in front of you, you can’t help but want round two right now. Well… you’re already nice and stretched… a few more rounds of knotting can’t hurt.
Let me know if you liked it! Also did you like having the comment section with some of the comments written out?
content warnings: 18+, smut, fem reader, human reader, size kink, size difference, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroat, choking/gagging, spit kink, praise kink
word count: 0.7k words
tonowari is a lesson in patience and overwhelming scale. being in his personal pod at night means the only light comes from the glowing anemones and the soft, pulsing bioluminescence of his skin. he’s sitting on the edge of the woven mat, his massive legs spread, watching you with an expression that’s calm but heavy with a deep, territorial hunger.
"you are so small," he murmurs, his voice a deep, resonant boom that feels like a physical weight against your chest. "sometimes i worry i will crush you, little one. but then i see the way you look at me."
he reaches out, his hand—nearly as big as your torso—sliding over your shoulder to guide you down between his knees. when you look up at him, he looks like a god carved out of the ocean itself.
"show me," he rumbles, his thick fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back. "show me how much you want to hold of your olo'eyktan."
when he finally lets you see him, it’s enough to make your throat go dry. his cock is a broad, heavy weight, his skin a deep sea-blue that feels like velvet but looks like iron. the girth of him is a literal wall; you have to use both hands just to get a grip around the base, and even then, your fingers don't even come close to meeting.
"easy," he breathes, a low, grounding sound as he feels your hands shaking. his tail, thick and powerful for swimming, curls around your waist like a tether. "i am not going anywhere. take your time."
you start slow, just tasting the broad, flat head of him, and tonowari lets out a sound that’s more of a vibration than a groan. he leans back on his elbows, his chest—wide enough to shield you from a storm—heaving with a sudden, sharp intake of air. the smell of him is all salt water and clean skin, intoxicating and thick.
as you try to take as much as you can, the scale of it becomes a physical struggle. your jaw aches almost immediately, the corners of your mouth stretched to their limit as you try to accommodate the sheer mass of him. he’s so thick it feels like he’s filling your entire head, the heat of him radiating against your cheeks.
"that is it," he mutters, his voice dropping into a rough, jagged register. his hands come down to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones with a surprising gentleness that contrasts with the raw hunger in his eyes. "you are so brave for me. so greedy."
he starts to guide you then, his hips tilting in a slow, rhythmic grind that forces him deeper. every time he pushes, you feel the blunt pressure at the back of your throat, making your eyes water and your nose scrunch up. he watches the way your throat works, the way you choke back a sob of overstimulation, and his pupils blow wide until the yellow of his eyes is just a thin, glowing ring.
"yes," he gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair, though never enough to hurt. "just like that. keep your eyes on me, little one. i want to see you taking all of it."
he’s breathing hard now, the calm facade of the leader starting to crack. his hips move faster, a heavy, wet friction filling the quiet pod. you’re focused entirely on the sensation of him—the way he feels like he’s stretching you beyond your capacity, the way his fingers feel like brands against your skin.
"i'm close," he warns, his voice a jagged whisper as he reaches down to tilt your chin up further. "don't stop. i want to give you everything. i want you to feel the weight of me."
with one last, deep surge of his hips, he bottoms out against the back of your throat, his whole body going rigid. he lets out a low, guttural roar as his release hits, a thick, pulsing heat that seems to go on and on, filling you up until you're breathless and dizzy. he stays there for a long moment, his forehead dropping against yours, his massive frame shaking with the aftershocks of a peak that felt like the tide coming in.
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.”
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.
