What. The. Fuck. (Viewpoint 3)

with deepest appreciation to that searcher who was looking for aliens sucking tits…and to my boon friend, Will Crimson…he’s my go-to guy, fellow author, with as much insight into Tentaclalia as anyone I know. It’s great to have a friend who will tell you exactly how many times one used the word “goop” in one’s writing…(trust me, this is a GOOD thing!)…and laugh at your funny bits. You’re one in a million, Will, and I thank you for your wacky mindset that really coalesces with mine…we’re weird fucks, to be sure, but we sure have fun with it!  ~nilla~

 

*He adjusts the microphone one last time, as the pretty young woman moves to sit across from him. She looks nervous, but he notices her curvy tits, the pretty curl of her hair, and the lovely round shape of her ass as she sits. Clearing his throat, he dives into the interview*

“Do you mind if I record this? I like to be certain that I properly quote people in my stories.”

“ah, I…sure, I guess…” She looks, if possible, even more uncomfortable than she did when she entered the room.

“You know how papers like mine get such a bad rap, making up stories, putting up topless pictures of celebrities and the like. But at the Daily View we pride ourselves in reporting accuracy.”

“uhm…okay, sure. Look, I’m not really totally sure about this–”

“Please! Oh, no..stay…really. Your little……{pausing, he leans forward, covering the mic, and whispers to her} …

“you know we can’t mention those social media sites by name or we have to pay royalties…”

“oh. uh…okay…”

“Your –we’ll call it a “blurb”– was circling the globe, you know. Rather like an alien spaceship might, amiright?”

He smiles in what he hopes is a winsome manner, nodding his head at his cleverness. It isn’t everyday he gets to interview the woman who tweeted that she’d been screwed by aliens. He wonders if he could get in her pants as easily as some “alien” did. He watches her body language as he continues to dive into the checklist of questions on his clipboard. He is sure he’ll trip her up, and this will be a waste of his time…unless he gets to fuck her. She is a prime piece, he muses, his gaze slipping from her ankles to the secret place hidden by the hem of her skirt.

She blushes, crossing her legs at the ankle and tucking them under the chair. Her purse is pulled up high on her lap almost defensively.

“You know, young woman, it isn’t everyday that someone tells the world that she was …raped…by an alien. And for it to be retwe….shared, I mean…the million plus times that it was? My dear, you’re an overnight sensation! Maybe for that alien, too, eh?”

He grins at her, but his attempt at humor goes unappreciated.

“It happened. I remember it. Clearly. I might have been out of my head with it, but–”

“With…”IT”…. can you describe that a bit more for us?”

Her voice drops again, as her discomfort grows.

“It. The thing. It gave me…you know.”

“Chlamydia? Herpes?”

“No!” she stares at him, indignant. Taking a deep breath, she continues.

“Orgasms. It gave me a zillion orgasms. When it raped me.”

“Pardon me, miss, but the two see mutually exclusive.”

“It made me drink stuff. And it…affected me.”

His eyebrows raise. He hadn’t heard this part before.

“Tell me more. Wait. What did It look like? Did you suck it’s dick?”

She covers her face with her hand, hiding her eyes. Her voice is muffled by it.

: BOB!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WATCHING?:

:NOTHING:

:FUCK IF YOU AREN’T…WAIT…ISN’T THAT CARSON’S LAST MOTHER? THE FUCK…IT IS HER…WHAT THE FUCK?:

{sound of toggling of switches, and a voice booms through the ship: CARSON TO THE BRIDGE CODE RED}

“It –wasn’t like us…at all…it was…goop. It could make shapes…it went into my mouth and …and…injected me with something goopy that I had to drink and..”

“But did it have a penis? Was it HUGE like they show on those overseas pornos?”

:I DON’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS. CARSON!!! YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU BLOCKED HER MEMORY. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON DOWN THERE?:

:uhm…I dunno Captain, I just got here, remember? I had to …well Yani was in my quarters and you know how…avidly she secretes…But I de-slimed and came up here as soon as you called me. I have no idea why but I came up here…:

He is interrupted by his nearly apoplectic captain pointing a tentacular finger at the big vid screen that he’d uploaded from Bob’s viewscreen.

:LOOK AT THE FUCKING SCREEN:

:Cap’n sir, uh..you kind of just spit on me…:

:CARSON! FUCKING FOCUS HERE. SHE REMEMBERS! THIS IS A FUCKING DISASTER (SOUNDS OF LIQUID SLOSHING ABOUT):

:Cap’n…maybe you should stop pacing…you’re kind of …uhm…:

:KIND OF WHAT? (HE SOUNDS PISSED):

:er…well Sir…..you’re kind of rolling around like a tsunami, sir.There’s…uhm…you’re leaving a trail, Captain.. And okay yeah, that’s my last mother down there talking to a .. OH FUCKING JUPITER!!!!:

:I SEE YOU FINALLY GROK THE SERIOUSNESS OF THE MATTER:

:You have to send me back. I have to stop it. I …:

:ARE YOU FUCKING OUT OF YOUR MIND? SEND YOU BACK TO YOUR FUCK UP? DO YOU HAVE any IDEA WHAT HEADQUARTERS WILL DO TO ME OVER THIS? YOU’LL GET DEMOTED, SENT PLANET-SIDE AND MIGHT BE SORTING  PUKA PEARLS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. ME? I’LL BE SCUTTLED AND BECOME FRIKKING METEOR SHOWERS EVERY 78 YEARS. THIS IS BEYOND BAD. I’M GOING TO HAVE TO SPRAY THE ENTIRE ATMOSPHERE WITH FORGET-ME-NOTS. THOSE FUCKING FLOWERS WILL BE EVERYWHERE, FROM THE NORTH POLE TO THE AMAZON JUNGLE:

There is an audible gasp in the room.

:YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!! HOLY HALCYON!  YOU’LL HAVE ELEPHANTS MATING WITH TIGERS, AND HUMANS MATING WITH DOGS AND CHAOS, MAN…IT WILL BE BORNE OF THIS ONE CRITICAL DECISION!:

:SHUT UP BOB:

:humans mating with dogs? Holy Jupiter, Bob. Where do you get these thoughts from?:

:AND HE FUCKING OOZES ALL OVER EVERYTHING. JUST. STOP. BOB.:

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“I’m sorry, you were saying..?” The reporter tries to get her to lower her hands, and respond.

“I…it…there was…”

She rises in a quick motion, almost upsetting the small coffee table between them.

“Look,” she says, her face crimson. “It was a hoax. Nothing happened. I just broke up with my boyfriend and thought I’d just…you know. Get famous and make him regret dumping me.”

He blinks. Well, thank GAWD he wouldn’t have to write this story up. He knew the boss was mad at him for boffing his sister, but for fucks sake, to sic him on an alien fucking story?

“Oh. Oh. Well, then okay.”

“Really?” She looks at him, nervous. She didn’t know why she’d thought this was a good idea anyway. He was kind of cute, in a way. He was a bit obnoxious, but didn’t that just mean he was confident?

“No worries. It happens. Ya get caught up in the excitement and here I am trying to get your…story.”

He pauses, his eyes on her tits. Was it his imagination, or were they bigger than when she’d first come in?

“So….since we’re not doing the interview, it would be shame to let this hotel go to waste. I can order us some room service…some wine on the paper’s tab wouldn’t be a bad thing, right?”

He runs a finger down her wrist.

:you’ve got to be kidding me:

:SAVED BY THE FUCKING BELL! I’M NOT SURE WHAT WENT ON DOWN THERE JUST NOW, BUT SHE BACKED OFF…:

:someone’s gonna get lucky…won’t have to play pocket polo tonight:

:geezuz Bob:

:SHUT UP BOB. BOY DID WE DODGE A BULLET THERE. IF I’D HAD TO DEPLOY THE FORGET ME NOTS I’D BE FUCKED:

:I think you’re not the one getting fucked tonight, Boss:

:THAT’S CAPTAIN, YOU IDIOT:

:I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to call you an idiot, sir.

*sounds of sighing from all over the bridge, then a quick series of slaps, a deep vibrating jolt and a gargled scream. There is a moment of silence, then the sound of something big sloshing as it hits the floor. Someone behind the captain applauds.*

:SECURITY, STASH THAT FUCKTARD IN HIS BERTH AND LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR:

:permission to go below decks Sir?: (he thinks longingly of Yani’s presence in his berth, the many holes awaiting him. Sure she was messy, but by Jupiter she was fun as fuck!)

:GRANTED. CON, GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. ON MY MARK…:

:bearing 3.045 vector 12 ready on your mark, captain:

:ENGAGE:

Below, a man and his young son gaze up at the Big Dipper. He is pointing out the handle to the boy when a brilliant light arcs across the sky leaving a trail of incandescent blue. IN a hotel on the other side of town, two bodies are entwined. Through the window, she also sees the arc of light. And smiles.

 

 

 

 

What. The. Fuck. (Viewpoint Two)

Inspired by one of those crazy search terms…”alien rape, creature sucking tits”…thanks anonymous surfer! This ones for you.  Less Dragons than the first one! ~nilla~

:I have initiated third harvest sequence. Earth-femme is asleep as this side of the planet is now in dark mode. My arrival upon her makes her stir, as always, but she will settle in a moment.:

:YOU’D BEST NOT FUCK THIS UP- YOUR ASS IS ON THE LINE AFTER YOUR LAST SCREW UP:

:I did not intend to leave eggs behind. And that was eons ago. Earthlings have accepted Tentacles as part of their water world. No harm, no foul. Now let me do my fucking job! Get it? Fucking…job?:

:STOP BEING AN IDIOT AND GET ON WITH IT. WE NEED TO FINISH THIS–THE REST OF THE TEAM IS DONE AND WAITING ON YOU!:

:working, for Jupiter’s sake. It’s not like it just happens. I need to feel it:

:YOU’LL FEEL IT IF YOU SCREW THIS UP:

She woke in the night. Completely disoriented, she patted the nightstand for her phone.

2:13

Why the fuck was she awake at two-fucking-thirteen in the a. fucking m. anyway? She felt something under the blanket.

: Come, Female–I’m gonna make you feel good. don’t fight it, just lay there will you? Just a minute more and you’ll be all nice and juicy and ready for me:

:”GONNA”…”JUICY”..? WHERE HAVE YOUR LANGUAGE SKILLS GONE? FRANKLY, I’M APPALLED:

:speaking in the vernacular. She’s putting up a bit of a struggle tonight:

:OF COURSE SHE IS, LAST NIGHT OF THE HARVEST, OF COURSE. (huge sigh audible through space static) WHY THE FUCK CAN’T ANY OF THIS GO SMOOTHLY? I’M WARNING YOU, DON’T FUCK THIS UP! I’M NOT KIDDING, CARSON. GET WITH THE PROGRAM, FINISH YOUR WORK, AND GET YOUR FLOPPY CARCASS BACK UP HERE. PRONTO!:

A hard breath wheezed from her lips at a sudden, very distinct, sucking against her right tit.

What. The. Fuck.

She said it aloud, pressing down her body as she spoke. Her voice didn’t sound strong, but panicked. Her fingers touched a rubbery mass, and flicked away in fear.

Something was on her–AND IT WAS SUCKING HER TIT.  Her legs kicked, and she tried gingerly plucking at whatever the goop was. It didn’t move, but it did hold her fingers. Stuck, she wriggled harder, until she felt the ooze arrowing faster now, down her body.

A strange languor crept over her, coupled with an evergrowing urge for sex.

:That’s a good girl. Let me in, let me in…:

It oozed upward, sliding up over her mouth, blocking her whimpers, absorbing them.

:swallow…SWALLOW…there you go…now you’ll feel a bit –how should I say it? Horny? To use your earthling terminology…? Yes. I feel you opening to me, little flower…-:

:SERIOUSLY….COULD YOU JUST GET ON WITH IT? YOU’RE NOT COURTING THE BAG OF FLESH. YOU’RE HARVESTING HER EGGS. YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO INJECT HER WITH YOUR PUKA PEARLS, SUCK IT UP AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE:

:I SERIOUSLY HOPE I HEAR YOU FUCKING SOON:

There was a hot wet trickle slicking down, her body swallowing without thought.

Heat bloomed and her nipples and clit swelled. The ooze backed from her mouth and nose; drawing a deep breath, she panted as her pussy swelled, then filled with the thick weight of the creature possessing her. It grew bigger, bigger. Tears gathered, falling in silent streams down the sides of her face as it stretched her cunt wider than she had ever felt. Her clit was swollen, feeling like it would burst with sex need.

It fucked her.

:am…(static)…engage(static)d…..very…ho.(static, static)..t   best…night…..ever….ohhhfuuuuukkkk..(not static).:

:WHY CAN’T I EVER GET TO DO THIS PART:

:SHUT UP, BOB. YOUR TURN WILL CUM…:

:HAHA. GEE THAT WAS A FUCKING RIOT:

:Can I get some fucking peace down here?  I’m trying to concentrate. I can HEAR you…and you know…i’m BUSY here. Working.   Am preparing..(static)…anal…(static) ohmyyymymmmyyyy…entry..(deep resounding sigh).:

:HE’S ENJOYING THIS. HE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ENJOYING IT THAT MUCH. IT’S WORK, DAMMIT! BESIDES, IT’S MY TURN. IT SHOULD BE *MY* TURN:

:SHUT THE FUCK UP BOB! I’M TRYING TO GET THE READINGS HERE..FUCKING STATIC. THIS TOTALLY SUCKS:

She didn’t think she could take any more, but the growing, oozing creature continued to explore her body, finding the tight pucker of her anus and thinning itself, arrowed right into it. Once inside, it too grew, stretching the clenched muscle, forcing it open. The goo expanded, filling her rectum, fucking fast and hard, just as the invader of her cunt was.

:breasts have swollen, nipples tender succulent hard—squeezing…..AH! milk extraction and absorption commencing. Female cunt is very juicy tonight. Some of my preparations from my prior two encounters may linger in her system…make a note…unghhh…aaahhh…of that….willl…ooohhhh…you?:

Her tits were milked. She felt them swelling, her nipples aching with an unfamiliar feeling. She felt full, like her entire body would burst, despite the near constant squirting of her pussy juice. Back arching, she felt light, a tight-strung bow with an arrow set to fly. Her invader squeezed her tits hard, the sucking wild and intense, until it felt her nipples would rip from her body. Instead, jets of hot fluid gushed from them. Her moan was a steady sound as the creature sucked her dry.

She screamed, a shocked cry of pain, quickly silenced by the ooze slipping up over her mouth. She tasted blood, that quic:k stab of copper as her lip split.

:accidentally wounded oral liner when silencing female. Permission to inject healant requested:

:AURAL? HOW DID YOU- :

:No! Or(static)

:WHAT?:

:what?:

(static)

:Oral! Not (static)! Just (static)! Bleeping (static) ORAL!:

:HE SAID AURAL, BOB, RIGHT?:

:CLUMSY:

:What? Could you just give me FU(static)NG permission?!?:

:SHUT UP BOB. FINE. PERMISSION GRANTED. BE MORE CAREFUL WITH THE MOTHER, WILL YOU? (static) HOW DO YOU WOUND AN AURAL LINER ANYWAY? (static) WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE? AND WHY IS THERE SO MUCH FUCKING STATIC? HOW CAN THEY EXPECT US TO HARVEST FEMALES WITH THIS SHITTY EQUIPMENT? ARE YOU ALMOST DONE DOWN THERE? (static)  THIS IS DEPLORABLE. WE REALLY NEED AN UPGRADE. SOONER RATHER THAN LATER, IF THEY EXPECT US TO CONTINUE MEETING QUOTA. (static) OUR ESCAPE WINDOW IS CLOSING QUICKLY–WE NEED TO MAINTAIN EARTHSHADOW TO KEEP THE FRIGGING ISS FROM SEEING US…DEPLORABLE. THIS CONN SUCKS. BOB! FOR JUPITER’S SAKE! STOP OOZING ON THE EQUIPMENT. JUST. STOP. (intense static burst):

Her tummy grew bigger, filled with the beast’s thick fluid. Her womb ached with it, her clit screamed at the increased stimulation of her body.

:Filling and harvesting commencing….:

:ABOUT FUCKING TIME:

:BOB! SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU! GET OFF THE BRIDGE. FUCKING PLUTO, THERE’S OOZE-CRUD EVERYFUCKINGWHERE. CLEAN THIS UP. SERIOUSLY BOB, SHOW A LITTLE DIGNITY MAN. GET OFF MY FUCKING BRIDGE!:

:GRUMBLE. (SOUNDS OF SCUFFLING, LAUGHTER, A SHARP CRACKLE FOLLOWED BY A YELP, THEN A THUD):

:POUR HIM BACK INTO HIS BERTH WILL YOU? FUCKING KIDS. THEY DON’T TEACH THEM ANYTHING USEFUL AT THE ACADEMY THESE DAYS. ALL ABOUT THE HARVEST. FORGET ABOUT PROTOCOLS, DRIVE STANDARDS–:

:Can I get some (STATIC)  fucking peace down here, please? (sounds of loud liquid slurping)ATTEMPTING TO (static) GET SOME WORK DONE HERE, YOU KNOW?:

For a moment, she was sure her body would really explode. The orgasm came with a rush of fluid, eagerly sucked up by the ooze. So intense, so painfully wicked, she fainted.

:Mission completed, harvest done. Ready to return to (STATIC) Mothership:

: (thinks quietly to self…farewell my lovely…truly you were a memorable fuck.) A single tendril of muck rises, strokes the sleeping face. It swells, then begins to coalesce into a single round sphere, shrinking tighter and tighter, until it glows and rises from the sleeping female figure. Bruises and marks healed at a touch, no memory remains of the encounter with the creature…or so it thinks.) :

The light flicks through the window glass as if it were water, then darts up and up, through the dark sky, to the ship waiting above.

The cop looks up from his cruiser, openmouthed. Third frigging shooting star he’d seen this week. Fucking A awesome. His kid will get a big kick out of that! What a lucky shit he was!

~fini~

What. The. Fuck. (Viewpoint One)

Inspired by one of those crazy search terms…”alien rape, creature sucking tits”…thanks anonymous surfer! This ones for you.  Dragons ahead! ~nilla~

She woke in the night. Completely disoriented, she patted the nightstand for her phone.

2:13

Blinking, she looked again. Why the fuck was she awake at two-fucking-thirteen in the a. fucking m. anyway? She felt something under the blanket. She kicked at it, but the feeling of weight was still there. Wriggling, she attempted to sit, but found she couldn’t rise. She reached for her phone but her fingers never quite made it, scrabbling madly for it as it pushed away, just out of reach. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

A hard breath wheezed from her lips at a sudden, very distinct, sucking against her right tit.

What. The. Fuck.

She said it aloud, pressing down her body as she spoke. Her voice didn’t sound strong, but panicked. Her fingers touched a rubbery mass, and flicked away in fear.

Something was on her. 

Worse? Something was very definitely slurping on her tit. Maybe. Maybe she wasn’t really awake. Maybe it was some auto-erotic dream sequence. So desperate for a fuck that she was imagining fucking aliens.

The literal kind.

Something oozed across her body, enveloping her other tit, tingling against her nipple. She cursed her habit of sleeping nude. Her legs kicked, and she tried gingerly plucking at whatever the goop was. It didn’t move, but it did hold her fingers. Stuck, she wriggled harder, until she felt the ooze arrowing faster now, down her body.

“No! No…ohgawdnonono….”

It only took seconds for the ooze to reach her pussy, to press its way into the tight slit there and thicken. Her lips were coated in it, sucked and squeezed and tingled by it. A strange languor crept over her, coupled with an evergrowing urge for sex.

Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.

Had she spoken aloud? Was it in her mind?

OHGAWDFUCKME.

It oozed upward, sliding up over her mouth, blocking her whimpers, absorbing them. Her nostrils were full of it, scentless but thick, the urge to sneeze passed as it filled her. How could she breathe? Shaking her head she tried to move it, coughing as it oozed into her throat from mouth and sinuses. There was a hot wet trickle slicking down, her body swallowing without thought.

Heat bloomed and her nipples and clit swelled. The ooze backed from her mouth and nose; drawing a deep breath, she panted as her pussy swelled, then filled with the thick weight of the creature possessing her. It grew bigger, bigger. Tears gathered, falling in silent streams down the sides of her face as it stretched her cunt wider than she had ever felt. Her clit was swollen, feeling like it would burst with sex need.

It fucked her. How could move like that, pistoning fast and hard and so fucking deeply? Her body quivered with the force of it. She’d never been taken so roughly, yet wanted more, still more. Her orgasms came without warning, a flood of liquid that only encouraged the sadistic rape.

She didn’t think she could take any more, but the growing, oozing creature continued to explore her body, finding the tight pucker of her anus and thinning itself, arrowed right into it. Once inside, it too grew, stretching the clenched muscle, forcing it open. The goo expanded, filling her rectum, fucking fast and hard, just as the invader of her cunt was.

Her tits were milked. She felt them swelling, her nipples aching with an unfamiliar feeling. She felt full, like her entire body would burst, despite the near constant squirting of her pussy juice. Back arching, she felt light, a tight-strung bow with an arrow set to fly. Her invader squeezed her tits hard, the sucking wild and intense, until it felt her nipples would rip from her body. Instead, jets of hot fluid gushed from them. Her moan was a steady sound as the creature sucked her dry.  Her cunt throbbed, rubbed raw despite the streams of cum. Her ass ached, stretched wider than she would have believed possible. She felt as though she had been fucked by baseball bats. The limb in her cunt grew thicker, longer, piercing her cervix. She screamed, a shocked cry of pain, quickly silenced by the ooze slipping up over her mouth. She tasted blood, that quick stab of copper as her lip split.

It was going to rip her apart.

There was heat. Wet, thick heat in her belly. She felt it fill her, belly expanding. The pounding of her cunt ceased, though the organ in her asshole continued plunging. Shivering as another orgasm slapped through her abused pussy, she whimpered through the gag it had oozed over her.

Her tummy grew bigger, filled with the beast’s thick fluid. Her womb ached with it, her clit screamed at the increased stimulation of her body. For a moment, she was sure her body would really explode. Arched, filled, every cell of  her body charged and throbbing with some indefinable thing that was happening to her, her cunt spasmed hard one last time. The orgasm came with a rush of fluid, eagerly sucked up by the ooze. So intense, so painfully wicked, she fainted.

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She woke in the night. Completely disoriented, she patted the nightstand for her phone.

3:13

What the fuck was up with this waking up in the middle of the night shit, anyway? Third time this week, dammitall. With a huff of breath, she pounded her pillow and flipped to her side. Arm tucked up under her chin, she fell back asleep.

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:last harvest completed. Heading home to Mothership:

A small bright light flashed against the night sky. The metro cop blinked, then smiled. He’d be able to tell his kid that he’d seen another shooting star–third one this week.

~fini~

The Visitor (5)

warning: graphic tentacle sex today…oh. wait. You like that. Sorry…carry on! ~nilla~

She tossed, twisted. Her wrists were wrapped in something cold. Not slimy, not wet, but slick. She was reminded of snakes, and that curious musty slickness that their hide had. Thick coils from elbow to wrists encased her arms, holding her hands over her head as she lay helpless.

She hated feeling helpless.

Yet she was loving this. Maybe. She was confused. Her body bucked at another teasing stroke between her pussy lips. Was she awake or dreaming? It was like those medication dreams when she felt hot and cold, and couldn’t tell what was real and what was not.

Her breasts were wrapped too. Squeezed so hard she felt the discomfort of it clear down to her cunt. A tingle in her clit, which seemed strange, with every pulsing squeeze around her tits, around her nipples. It felt like they might pop, so hard were they wrapped, in that same slick coolness. What a stark contrast, the heat of pain wrapped in the chill of the beast that threatened to consume her.

Or threatened to overwhelm her with sex-need.

It was a raw feeling, to want so badly. It had not penetrated her, and she was frustrated by it.

Just fucking do it! she wanted to shout.

Or even, just fucking do me.

Instead, she felt the cold grasp around each ankle. Rather than tugging her feet wide apart, dropping her legs over the edges of her bed, they were pressed back until her knees strained at the intense bend, as her heels touched her ass.

And then the heavier coils wrapped around her knees, folded frog-like, until they fell open toward each hip with the weight of the tentacles tightening there.

She was open, exposed, and still he…it…whatever it was, hadn’t fucked her. Always before, in these sick dreams of hers, he’d plunged into her pussy, making her cum and writhe and beg and want. This time was different.

A tentacle began to explore her. She felt the pencil thin tip stroking along her lower lips, even as another brushed her mouth. That one slid into the bottom of her nostril, almost making her sneeze. She shook her head ‘no’, and it fell away for a moment, before pressing up, wriggling deeper.

Her heart hammered hard. She could not stand the feeling of this sort of invasion.

“No…” she moaned, and the thing, miraculously,  slid out of her nose, but quickly entered her mouth. No. It wasn’t the same one. This one had a bulbous head to it, reminding her of a cockhead. It was big, and there was a thick fluid, like a milkshake, leaking from it. It pressed deeper into her mouth, the warm fluid filling her mouth fast, and she swallowed.

And swallowed.

And swallowed.

It seemed endless, the liquid. The more she drank, the more she wanted, the more spilled from the strange appendage. She felt…euphoric. High. Better than any wine buzz, she was suddenly burning with the need to fuck. Her pussy swelled and began to ooze. Her clit throbbed painfully, needing touch.

As if it could read her mind, she felt a firm stroking along that sensative nubbin. She moaned around the thing in her mouth, still swallowing, almost gagging. Her tummy was full of juice, feeling like she might puke she was so stuffed.

And then it stopped, the flow just ended, and the thing in her mouth slid out, though a tentacle, a real tentacle this time, slid inside. It coiled there, pressing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, circling and coiling into a thick mass, bulging out her cheeks. Her lips stretched painfully, and she couldn’t make a sound.

She felt something pressing between her folds. It felt like that same appendage that had been in her mouth, a thick round head and her hips rose, attempting to lure it inside.

She needed to be fucked. To be fucked hard, furiously hard.

It pressed against her, and into her. The girth was more than she imagined, and had her mouth been free, she may well have screamed at the pain of being filled thusly. But the fluid she had consumed had done its job, making her crave even more of the painful tool to fill her, to use her as vilely, and roughly as possible.

She craved the violence.

She craved the pain.

She wanted as she had never wanted before.

With a hard thrust it was inside her and pressing deeper. Looking down, she swore she could see her belly rippling with the invasion into her pussy, felt it tunneling deeper. It pressed against her cervix and again she would have screamed. It fucking hurt. It hurt so fucking good.

She bucked her hips again and the thing withdrew, then slammed back into her, as if sensing her need for violence. It rut into her roughly, her body primed and wet and wanting everything it gave. Each punch into her body was another thrust deeper into craving. She arched as the first orgasm gripped her hard, as a tentacle wrapped around her throat cutting her breath and bringing her to the edge of consciousness.

And then it relaxed, and she stole a breath, and another, until clenching again in an agonizing climax.  She couldn’t stop it. Wouldn’t have if she could have. Her ass hit the bed and she felt the wetness oozing from her, the sheet drenched from her opulent juices.

And then the sensation of being stretched impossibly wider, as a slender tentacle pressed against the thing in her cunt, seeking entry. She shook her head no, fearing she would be split in half, but it pressed, and there was pressure on her clit and she came in a paroxysm of ecstasy, losing her resistance, allowing the intrusive fingerling to enter her.

So full.

Hurts.

Such a dream.

So full.

Gawwwwd….and her eyes clenched as the tentacle pressed upwards into…through her cervix, opening her, opening her belly. A quick surge and she felt something press up and through the thing in her passage, something. She fainted as she orgasmed again.

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It pressed the egg up and into her warm nest. In this region of the galaxy, this next generation would need to adapt to a warmer climate, or all would be lost of his kind, for eternity. He withdrew the egg tube, feeling it collapse and pull out of the female bipeds hole. In moments it was replaced with his sperm generator, and he felt the throb deep inside.

This was the part he had looked forward to. He had carried the egg within his DNA, as he had been designed to. But this, the ultimate fullment of the male? This is what he longed for. He felt the rising tickle as he thrust into the body cavity, felt the flaccidness of the female.

waken, he urged into her mind

He wanted her to feel the cold spray of his semen as he filled her belly. It was the filling of the victor, to feel her belly under his arms swell with the sudden influx of his jissom. He needed to watch, to touch as she bloated with it. The conqueror, the seeder, he would not be denied his destiny.

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She was groggy, and her pussy hurt.

Hurt good. Hurt bad. Filled, so filled. Thickness, the worlds biggest dick in her. Fucking her. Plunging into her belly. The painful sensation of something in her belly, not just her hole, but through the opening of her cervix and into her womb. A painful stabbing as she felt filled with…something.

She shivered, feeling cold from the inside. Her belly was cold! Her teeth might had chattered had her mouth not been jammed full of rubbery tentacle. Her legs might have twisted had they not been wrapped in slippery arms. Her hips might not have risen if not for the pervasive need for more, more fucking, more fucking more….

She fainted as the pain in her belly grew more intense, like a need to burp, full of gas. Full of something.

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He kept her mind quiet, as her belly took his load, moving from a flat taut abdomen,  to a sharply round, mounded circle. He kept her contained, a tentacle tip inside, stirring the mix in her belly, of the egg and his sperm, making certain that there was full contact between the two, ignoring her moans and whimpers as he tormented her body.

He knew when the connection was made, felt the small spark as the egg was pierced, fertilized and ready for fermentation.

He withdrew from her body, allowing the unused fluids to seep from her. She would be sore in the morning, sore from his use. She would know that something had happened. That she had been utilized. That she had been, as she spoke it, fucked. It was a possession of the most personal to these bipeds. She was his.  It pleased him that she would move today and feel reminders of his presence with every step. Her mammary glands would ache, her birthing hole would ache, her button would throb from the after affects of the mating juice he had fed to her. And yet….none of this should matter to him.

Yet, it did.

She was his.

The Visitor (4)

Only been 5 weeks since the last one…not too bad, for me, at any rate! You can read the prior chapter here. ~n~

The dreams were getting to her. She moved through the days feeling groggy and snappish. She wanted to get back to bed and sleep, dammit! She growled at Larry, she frowned at Moma; it was frustrating as she was normally pretty easy-going.

“You just got the mid-winter blahs is all,” said Moma as she sat on the couch watching her favorite soap opera, knitting an afghan for the Methodist Church Spring Fling Fair coming in April. She taped up a full weeks worth of shows, and spent her Friday evening watching the entire week at once.

“Maybe.”

She only knew a curious restlessness. Outside, snow lay thick and crusty from days with warmth, and nights with bone-chilling cold. It had been a very strange winter, sixty degrees one day, and subzero the next.

The seeds had been ordered for the spring sowing, Larry had all the equipment tuned up and ready to roll. Everything was poised. Waiting.

“Why don’t you turn in early tonight? Have a glass of wine, or maybe one of my p.m. pills to help you sleep.”

“Moma, it’s only 830! And those pills are for your arthritis, not for sleeping.”

“We do what we must,” said Moma with a sly grin. She couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“I thought you had a date tonight.”

“The prick canceled on me. Second time this month. He’s dead to me now.”

Sarah stared at her grandmother, shocked. And then saw the little quirk at the edge of Moma’s mouth. She exploded with laughter.

“Moma!”

“One does what one must,” Moma repeated pedantically, sending Sarah into more giggles. She plunked down beside the elder woman, hugging her hard.

“You always know what to say-either that or you’re just a wiseass.”

The two women laughed, Moma kissing her cheek tenderly. Rising, not wanting to interrupt Moma’s cherished soaps, Sarah moved to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. Blowing her grandmother a kiss, she went down the hall to her room, the sound of female screeching from the tv a strange comfort.

It was heading into March;  only a few more weeks until the early peas would be planted, and then life would burst free from the cold and drear of winter, and hint at the promise of spring. It would start slowly at first, with the fuzzy gray catkins of pussy willows popping along the brook. Then the crocus, all glorious purple after the sere black and white tones of winter would start appearing at the edges of the house gardens.

As Spring progressed, her favorite event of the season would unfold. Her mother’s legacy of thousands of bulbs planted hither and yon never failed to break the last of the winter doldrums as they  exploded in golden splendor. It was always a joy to move around the farm and find a surprise bunch of daffodils tucked in a hidden corner.

And by then she’d be too fucking busy to mope, anyway.

With a sigh, she set the wine glass on her dresser, and began to undress. Might as well lay in bed. She could masturbate before she slept, which might help forestall some of those fucking dreams. Fucking dreams, indeed, she mused. Of late her mind had taken a sick twist and begun to fantasize about tentacles holding her down, of being fucked relentlessly, helpless to stop the beast that plagued her through the night.

It was gross. And still, incredibly exciting. She felt like one twisted bitch, thinking of things like that. Still, the internet was peppered with stories of that ilk for a reason, right?

Her mind on her dreams and not her actions, she sent her shirt, rolled into a little ball,  in the general direction of the hamper. Taking the time to fold her jeans, she placed them on the side table. She shook her head, shrugging off the undeniable appeal of being fucked brainless. It was a dream, albeit a twisted one, but still, only a fantasy. Things like that just didn’t happen in real life.  A careless toss sent undies and bra  towards the hamper; for a moment, the panties hung at the lip by the crotch before sliding in a silky purple puddle to the floor.

Naked, she rolled her eyes. Of course they’d fall out of the fucking thing. She gathered up the things, stuffing them inside, then grabbing her wine glass, she popped off the light switch and moved across the room in the dark. It was cold and she hurried under the warmth of her flannel sheets and thick comforter.

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It stood in front of her window, motionless, invisible, when she had entered her room. For weeks now he’d been adjusting to the warmth of the house. It was uncomfortable, but manageable. If the heat caught him out of the cooler pond for too long, it would not be good.

The force driving him now was one of biology, to procreate. There were no words for it, no emotions,  just a raw burning need. He’d spent this time preparing her, for she was the best candidate of the three bipeds. He’d sent tendrils into her mind, controlling her dreams, making her body loose and languid and ready for his seed.

Watching her take off the coverings that she wore had been exciting. He knew the bipeds wore them to fend off the cold, that they had a very low tolerance for the temperatures that he found very comfortable. It had surprised him that she’d come here so quickly; he’d barely had time to freeze in front of the window. When the light went out, he shifted quickly, moving the fetid draught in the carbon container out of her reach. He watched her hand move around searching for it, but he pressed a thought into her mind and her hand became flaccid, falling limply to her side.

She shifted, legs opening, arms moving up under her pillow, exposing her body, her mind under his control. He took the carbon and placed it into the bowl of water in the water room, letting the dark purple poison swirl as he depressed the lever. He felt her try to waken at the sound of the toilet as she called it, but he pressed harder into her thoughts, inserting the image of his tip stroking the button between her bipedal locomotive devices.

“from thought to deed,” he mused.

With a soft moan, she settled.

She was ready.

So, now, was he.

The Visitor (3)

prior chapter here (yup, it’s been awhile!)

The north wind roared down from the Canadian uplands, throwing drifts of snow ahead of it like so much sugared frosting. The hills of Western Massachusetts were coated by midnight, as the trees shivered in the gale. Sneaky fingers of cold, dry air puffed down the chimney, crept through cracks around windows and doors, and made Sarah and Moma huddle close to the woodstove. The electric had gone off hours ago, the strong gusts of wind likely tearing down branches and power lines. Thankfully they had propane for the cookstove, and plenty of food put up. The cold cellar would hold their perishables through until the coolers came back on. It wasn’t at all uncommon for this to happen in the winter.

Sarah was glad she had finished chopping wood earlier this afternoon.  A goodly pile of wood was laid in here nearer to the stove,  but later she would have to go outside and haul in a few armloads for the morning. It was cold enough already that she was dreading the task.  With the wind scouring everything in its path, some areas were bare ground, while other area’s piled on deeply. Snow fetched up in the leeward side of the barn, 6 inches deep or more. Finishing her tea, she grabbed up her barn coat, her scarf, and her hat. Nearer to the door were her “wood gloves”, thick leather that would not let her take any slivers in tender flesh from the raw wood.

“You sure we don’t have enough for the morning already?” Moma hated her to go out, though Sarah wasn’t sure if it was opening and closing the door and letting drafts in, or worry that she’d be blown to Boston!

“Moma, if I don’t, we’ll be chipping ice off the toilet by morning.  When the wind is blown out, the temp is supposed to drop below zero. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I can stoke the stove then. And then we’ll be short and have to go out in our jammies.” She shivered at the thought.

“Well, be careful out there, girl. I’m going to bed. Sleep well, my darling.” Standing on tiptoe, Moma rubbed her cheek against Sarah’s, then whispered “I love you, honey,” before turning and heading down the hall to her bed, the glow of her flashlight brightening the darkened hallway.

Sarah tugged her scarf up over her nose and mouth, until she could barely see. Despite the storm and the night, snow did curious things in the dark…there was plenty of “snow-glow” to see by. She stepped into the mudroom, and girded herself. Opening the door, the wind tugged it out of her hands and slammed it back shut. She had to lean all her weight on it to get outside. What an assache it was going to be to bring the wood in! She’d not be able to carry many pieces if she had to manhandle the door every damn time. She trudged down the stone path to the neat stacks of cordwood.

Pausing, she went on full alert.

She thought she heard…something. The wind howled viciously around the corner of the house. Maybe that was it.  Or maybe it was a cougar. People claimed to see them up here from time to time, despite the fact that they’d been extirpated a hundred years ago. Still, she doubted one would be out and hunting in this sort of weather; everything was hunkered down in their dens, except, of course, for her.

She walked alert for any signs of movement. All she saw was the skirling motion of snow caught in the wild eddies of the wind. She grabbed 3, 4, 6 pieces of wood, then turned. Had there been something there? In the shadow of the house? Her heart kicked up a notch and she held the pile loosely, except for one piece that she could brandish as a weapon, if need be.

It watched her from the shadows. She had nearly seen him, coming out of the  house unexpectedly as she had. The bipeds had never come out of their den before, into the darkness, not since the weather had turned more temperate.

He loved the wailing winds here, the sharp bite of the air, the swirling snowflakes, all reminding him of a home he had never been to. Yet his ancestral memories were of just such a place as this.

He watched as she froze again. He wondered, for a moment, if she would come to him, but watching the nervous way she held the chunk of fibrous material that she had been beating at earlier in the day, he could see that she was in hunting mode, and not sexing. Yet he could not resist studying her. Remaining still, she would not see him, as he blended in with his surroundings.  He knew that she used this as fuel to warm her hut, understanding that she was terribly weaker than he.

Knowing that made his tentacles curl in mirth. He’d begun inserting thoughts into the heads of the bipeds. Thoughts that would begin to stir them into a state of preparedness when he would be ready to enter their domain, and interact with them. That time was almost here.

Stepping onto the porch, she dropped her wood, and made a quick sprint back to the woodpile for a second armload. This time she carried one of the pieces with her…just in case. She felt silly, but also safer with it. The shiver wasn’t caused only by the cold, but by the persistent feeling of being watched.

It took several trips, bracing the door with her foot, to get all the wood inside the mudroom. It shut with a fierce thud, and she was doubly glad to be inside. The mudroom was cold enough to see her breath in, and the thermometer on the wall read 18 degrees.

Shortly she had her wood stacked inside, and a cup of tea brewing. She had  a great book to read about time travel on her kindle, and had warmed a rectangle of soapstone on the woodstove. Wrapping it in flannel, she carried the warming stone to her bed to put her feet upon.

She fell asleep with the light on.

Species (3, fini)

Dr. Argus paced around the com room, waiting for the med teams to finish evaluating the crew who were at last, groggily sitting up as the stun of the  sonic sound wave wore off.

Some were still shaking their heads, others merely sat, forehead in palm trying to breathe through the headache that pounded through their heads.

Even Dr. Argus wasn’t immune to the twinges of headache, yet he waved off the Medotech who approached him. He needed every facility about him, not some drugged stupor just for a wee head-pain.

Around him, various computers were beeping, flashing or tinging. So many readouts, so much raw data.

They’d never seen the like of it.

Impatient, he stalked off the bridge, heading for sickbay where he could, he hoped, talk to Miranda about what had happened. Sensor readings had clearly shown penetration, and sexual mating, yet the creature had fogged the water with an inky substance which was typical of Earth octopi, but unexpected here on Dargon.

In short, he hadn’t seen a fucking thing! He stepped into the lift, and punched the code for sickbay. When the doors closed, he adjusted his cock, which was hard and throbbing. It had been hard all during that raw scene. Miranda had fantastic knockers, to be sure, and a fine ass- he’d been disappointed to not see the monster slide one of those fat tentacles up her butthole.

If he kept thinking about it, he was going to need to visit a sexdroid before he shot a wad in his pants, he thought. Fucking alien!

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Miranda came awake, slowly. A medotech stood by her head, gently smoothing her hair as she woke.

“There you are Doctor,” the tech crooned, her voice soothing. Miranda’s body was tingly with the aftershocks of the most intense sexual experience of her life! She wondered where Fflaad was.

Reaching out to him, she felt…nothing…

“Ogod,” she yelled, yet her voice came out a thin whisper of sound. “Fflaad? Fflaad?”

“shhhhh,” soothed the tech, but Miranda pushed her away before she could administer the hypo. She didn’t need medication…she needed to find Fflaad!

She and Dr. Argus all but collided in the doorway.

“Miranda! You’re up and looking well,” he spoke, noticing she was covered in a thin shift. Her nipples protruded still. His cock stretched taut in his pants and all he could think about was fucking.

He pulled her all the way out of the medical center and down the hall to his office. If she’d fuck an alien, by all the gods, she would fuck him, too!

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Fflaad bore through the current, flashing past schools of terror-struck mincefish, swirling with the rushing underwater stream. Riding the fast-flowing river, deep in the heart of Central, the main ocean between the largest of the land masses and the micro-islands could be dangerous, but was the fastest way to make it from here to the nesting grounds.

He was filled with rage.

The bipeds had come making overtures of peace, but once he had been abducted onto their ship, it had been clear to him, that many on this ship had no interest in ‘peace’.  Indeed,  scanning their brain-patterns was much easier now that he was closer. He supposed that he would appreciate the irony of the ‘captors’ aiding in their own defeat later.

Miranda was, as she had been on Homeworld, a sweet innocent, driven by the purity of her yearning to learn.

The Doctor, whom Fflaad now recognized as ‘enemy fish’, had a plan that far surpassed what others on the star ship recognized. The captain  had thought, with a palpable longing, of warm breezes and tropical foods, naked bipeds, and relaxing. Reaching further, he had noted that several of his officers had thoughts of settling here, and mating with a chosen shipmate, and yet others had conquest on their minds.

But the Doctor who had brought Miranda to him had plans that were terrifying,  wrong, and  perverse. His goal was to force copulation with Fflaad and his male bretheren,   and biped females like Miranda, with the purpose of  creating a blended race.

Fflaad plucked the heinous thoughts from the doctor, repulsed by them.  Any offspring born  as bipeds, and with Darvon mind-skills would be kept, the others, destroyed. The living offspring would be molded and taught to use their brainskills to influence other bipeds, with the plan to sell them into servitude to other offworlders.

Heinous!

Oh, he would  pay. Since the Doctor had brought Miranda, he would refrain from killing him by slow dismemberment. That one good deed would spare him his life…barely.

The Joining with her had far surpassed what he had thought possible. They had melded in mind and body; her receptiveness to their joining had been a gift beyond measure, and one he’d never dreamed of having with a bipedal.

Yet, despite their differences, they fit. He swam furiously, as he thought of his body sinking into hers, wrapping in and around her softness, the taste and texture of her musk, the sweet cooing sounds as he fingered and flared her buttons.

Such a delight!

For now, he swam towards home, knowing he would need the combined might of his Family to prevent Homeworld from being infected by the blight of humans in their sky vessel. They would be repelled- one way or the other.

He swam on, with furious intent.

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Miranda fought Dr. Argus. He was disgusting, and insistent. Yet the entire crew seemed affected by a rampant sexual fever. As Argus pulled her down the corridor, she saw several other sexual assaults happening around her. Most were men on women, but several women had trapped two men in a conference room, and as she was dragged past, she heard one of them scream, almost female-like, as he was seized.

She could only wonder what had happened next.

She felt the insistent throbbing between her thighs, and remembered Fflaad, and their Joining. That was a word rife with symbolism for his people, thought she didn’t fully understand the context, she did get that it had deep significance.

“Fflaad,” she called out, thinking it was only in her head she cried for her lost lover.

“Shut the fuck UP, Miranda, you fucking, alien-loving cunt,” gritted out the doctor. Her arm hurt from his pulling on her, his fingers gripped around her upper arm like a steel vise.

“LET. ME. GO!” she pulled hard, and surprisingly, her arm slipped from his grip. She didn’t waste a moment, turning and sprinting away. He caught her in the elevator compartment, and he was tearing at her clothing as the elevator began its descent to the apartment levels.

She screamed, as his hand fisted around one breast, pinching hard at the swollen and distended nipple, still tender from Fflaads touch.

His cock was out, rampant, throbbing, precum leaking from the turgid head as he prepared to slam into her. The gown was hiked to her waist and though she pushed and slapped at him, his urgent sexual fervor was stronger than her attempts to thwart him.

Miranda!

She heard the voice, and felt the strange sensation of pulling, even as Doctor Argus attempted to stab into her pussy with his cock.

Miranda…come to me, my Joined…

She fell into water that was teal blue, with a wild frothing of whitecaps. Tentacles  held and supported her, many more than just Fflaad’s. She heard the cooing croon of many Darvonian voices, singing her their welcome song,

welcome, Joined of fflaad, welcome  sister of our hearts….and be safe with us….

Beyond, she saw a skinny pair of legs kicking through the foaming sea. A head popped up, and she saw Argus. For one frightening moment, she thought he had come after her, but she saw that he was restrained, then heard the crooning of another Darvon native, singing to the unhearing Doctor.

hush toy, cease your cries

your struggles only increase desire

come, let me share my musk with you..

His screams as his rectum was stuffed full of probing tentacle drifted off, as the Darvoinian, Ffwac, began playing with his new ‘toy’, heading off to his den.

She looked at the face of her lover, his giant eyes filled with humor. “You saved me, twice.”

twice? t’was only this once that i retrieved you, my Joined.

“You saved me the day you Joined with me, beloved, and then today, when Argus…”

his name is no more. his purpose is to please his Master now. status-less, he will need to work hard to earn a place here.

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The crew of the exploration ship Ranger shook their heads almost in unison. Some invisible wave seemed to pass through them, through the ship, yet nothing triggered any alerts on any computer system.

“What was that?” queried the Captain.

“Apparently a subspace phenomenon,” replied the Science Officer.

“The planet? What are the possibilities?”

“Atmosphere seems uninviting, Sir, and not enough land mass on the spectrometer to justify sending a landing party.”

“Very well, mark this planet as “UnHab” and lets move into the next sector,”

“Yes Captain,” responded the Con Officer. The ship winked out of orbit, and was gone.

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Doctor Argus lived a very long time. He grew to love his owner, the touch of the many friends his Master required him to service, and never remembered the ship or his life before coming to Darvon.

Of Miranda, he recalled little, but for her being Joined to the leader of Darvon.

As for Miranda and Flaad?

They lived, very happily ever after.