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It had all gone to shit.
First disappearances, then reports of damaged equipment, and now… aliens flooding the colony and snatching people left and right. And here was Simon, stuck in the showers, hoping he wouldn’t be caught and murdered by them. He slumped against a wall, sitting upon a bench, groaning and running his hands down his face, lamenting his situation. He’d only just turned nineteen, after proving himself a bright little light when it came to software management and encoding. He’d managed to score a position at Victor’s Post to help run the automated systems and the colony’s intranet, as well as provide a small amount of assistance to those maintaining the ‘dumb’ Androids. All in hopes of earning a nice fat lump of cash, and most of all, impress the ladies back home, and finally get laid.
The way things were going right now, he was probably going to die a virgin. He’d barricaded himself inside the showers, tipping over several lockers in front of the two doors that allowed access to the block, hoping that if he kept a low profile, the creatures wouldn’t find him. He also chose the showers because, as far as he knew, there were no large vents that connected the shower block to the rest of the colony, not large enough for those things to use at least. He’d learned quickly that the creatures ambushed often from the vents, dragging their victims up into the ducts and silencing them with unsettling quietness. No screams of pain, no cracking of breaking bones, no sounds of flesh being torn or pierced. Just cries of terror and then… nothing, save for the quiet thumping and scraping as they dragged their quarry away to god knows where.
Simon slumped forward, holding his face in his hands and running his fingers through his messy, sweaty short black hair. He gripped his scalp and shuddered.
“What the fuck do I do?” he said to himself. “Can I hold out here long enough? Will they find me? Is rescue even coming? What if they just level the place from orbit?”
Numerous questions issued from his mouth, and many more bounced around inside his mind. None of them could he provide immediate answers to. He considered trying to rig a connection to the intranet from within the shower block, hoping to gain access to the comms tower relay and send out an SOS.
But the relays, though they had access to the intranet, were encrypted so that unnecessary messages couldn’t be beamed into space. Even though he had some low-level access to the relays, trying to break into the relay network from a shower block would trip so many defence algorithms, it’d be next to impossible; specific access was required, and the electronic locks and the intranet intercom system present in the shower block was barely on the same level.
On the other hand, any rescue ships might assume there were no survivors, and call upon the Colonial Marines to drop a nuke from orbit. It’s what he’d do. Simon was also worried any tinkering would attract attention from the aliens no doubt prowling around, looking for survivors. Simon didn’t know what they were doing with the people they captured, but he had no desire to find out first hand.
He would smack his hands down onto the edge of the bench and grip it tight.
“Alright, Simon. You gotta calm down. Calm the fuck down… you’re in the showers. Yeah, take a nice warm shower. They can’t get to you in here. Yeah, a shower sounds nice,” he said, trying to compose his racing nerves. He felt somewhat safe in taking a shower; the block was designed to keep in noise whilst regulating heat build-up from steam. He was confident that the aliens wouldn’t hear the running water, nor would they see the steam; it would be pumped out too far from the actual shower block to be traceable. They’re smart, but he didn’t think them that smart. They seemed more like animals than sentient entities… at least he believed so.
Confident in his decision, he made his way over to one of the shower stalls, each cubicle aligned to either side of a concrete and steel pathway that separated the two rows of showers, a thin metal grate running the length of the path, the concrete angled slightly inwards to drain water into this grate so that it could be recycled elsewhere. He chose a random stall and opened the door, beginning to strip down and placing his clothes on the ground in a manner that would allow him to don them quickly if he needed to.
Once naked, he shut the stall door behind him, not for privacy but to keep the steam trapped in for a little bit longer and make it nice and toasty. He would turn the taps and calibrate the flow until the stream and the heat was just right for him. And then, he just stood there, rubbing himself down lazily to get the warm water all over his body. He didn’t care about wasting water, he doubted anyone was going to yell at him for it.
As he stood there, soaking up the pleasant warmth, he’d think back on the first time he began to suspect something was thoroughly amiss at the colony. The first person to go missing was some random nobody – not that you really could be a ‘nobody’ in a place with only 300-so inhabitants – but that anyone went missing at all was unusual in of itself. And then, several more people went missing over the course of a few weeks, and then more people began to vanish at a faster rate… until the culprits decided to launch a mass raid, snatching people as fast as they could.
He knew something was wrong for a while, especially when he noticed that the WeyYu scientists had placed unusual commands into the androids, though what they were, he didn’t know; they were encrypted, so their exact instructions were unclear. Whatever they were, it didn’t seem like the androids were able to enact them, rounded up and likely destroyed, Simon remembered seeing through a battered camera feed of a dark shape throwing one of the dumb androids into a vault.
He sighed out, wishing things hadn’t turned out like this; one of the early missing persons was this girl, Haydee, a cute inventory manager he confessed to having something of a crush on. He’d been meaning to approach her, hoping to impress her with both his technical knowledge and his paycheck, but none of that mattered now. She was probably dead, alien food no doubt. Still… he remembered the sweet smell of cinnamon that always followed her, and that shapely ass tightly contained by her coveralls…
He winced as he realised he’d inadvertently given himself a half-rigid erection, and sighed out in frustration.
“Really? Now? Of all times?” he muttered to himself. It stung him a little, partly because of how such a simple thought had aroused him, but most of all, the knowledge that he may never get out of the colony alive, and thus would never have a chance to lose his virginity.
Still, if he was going to die, he may as well take this opportunity to rub one last one out. He took his cock in hand, and began to stroke, thinking on that cute girl that gave him the hard-on in the first place. He knew it was creepy, but again, he doubted it would matter now. Simon sighed out as the arousal took him, helped by the flow of the warm water around his body.
A loud clang made him almost slip in his stall, whipping about with his erection bobbing from his crotch uncomfortably.
“The fuck?!” he spat, his fear beginning to rise. Surely, they couldn’t have found a way in, the vents were too small, and the doors were barricaded. He approached the door of the stall, and slowly cracked it open, immediately spying a steel panel from the roof lying on the floor. He glanced upwards, and noticed a square hole in the ceiling… and his blood chilled despite the hot water and steam that surrounded him, when he saw chitinous fingers wrap around the edge of the new opening. A second set did the same to the opposite edge… and then, Simon saw the top of the creature’s domelike skull peek out from the hole, the rest of its head obscured by the edge of the remaining panels, slowly scanning for any signs of life.
Simon suppressed a gasp, and held his breath, cursing his stupidity; the vents were too small for even a child to fit, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a goddamn void space large enough in the roof. They didn’t need the ventilation to get in.
‘I’m a goddamn idiot… please, please don’t spot me…’ he prayed, just barely peeking around the edge of the door, keeping an eye on it but worried it would spy the barest sliver of him through the tiny gap. It had no eyes, but it definitely seemed to be ‘looking’ for someone. With bated breath, Simon waited… until it slowly pulled its head back up into the space, quietly and with somewhat creepy smoothness. He did his best to quietly release his pent up breath… until he heard banging above him, the roof panel directly above his cubicle beginning to bow under some sort of force or weight. He panicked, and opened the door, hoping to make a break for it.
His attempt to make the sharp turn into the main changing room area would see him slip on the wet concrete, tumbling to the ground as his feet flew out from underneath him. He landed on his side, fortunate not to crack the back of his skull on the ground due to sheer luck. Pain nonetheless shot up his spine, groaning as he rolled onto his back and invariably spun himself until he was parallel to the shower stalls. For a moment, he was out of it, until he saw a glimpse of the chitinous hands grasp at the edges of the hole in the ceiling, this time two thumbs wrapping around them… all as the creature lowered itself down into the shower block, looking all around… her?
For a moment, Simon forgot all about the panic as he finally got a decent look at the creature in the well lit environment, immediately spying the set of shapely breasts that hung from its chest. ‘She’ also possessed numerous other feminine traits; a smooth belly with a depression in the middle reminiscent of a navel, silky inner thighs leading up to a clean-shaven crotch revealing a thin slit.
Furthermore, upon looking up at ‘her’ ‘face’, he realised the creature possessed a set of supple lips, and cheeks as smooth as the rest of its skin, where it wasn’t covered in chitin or textured like odd tubing. It had no other facial features above the small pit just above the lips, its nose and the upper half of its face – or at least where they would be – covered by a semi-translucent, smooth dome-like carapace that swept along the topside length of its elongated skull.
It lowered itself from the hole in the ceiling with rather sensuous grace, exerting seemingly no effort in holding herself up and hanging from the edges of the panelling above. Despite the lack of eyes, she would turn to ‘face’ him, causing him to pale, and press his hands to the ground, shuffling back ever so slightly as fear filled him… and yet, despite all this, his erection bobbed and twitched, some small amount of excitement breathed into the lecherous limb after seeing a full few of this alien’s surprisingly sensuous form. He saw its tail snake down from the ceiling, tipped with a vicious blade that looked like it could’ve punctured steel plates, moving past her thighs and angling at him.
He closed his eyes and gulped.
‘This is it… I’m going to die. I’m going to die with a fucking boner.’
He didn’t even get a chance to rub one last one out either. All he had left now was to wait for the end.
He felt no blade pierce his body, or his existence suddenly cease… instead, he felt a chitinous but oddly soft touch press to his erection, and slowly begin to rub him up and down.
He shot his eyes open in surprise, and they widened further upon him seeing the alien slowly and rather sensuously stroking his cock with the sole of her foot, soft and supple compared to the chitinous surfaces that topped her foot and digits.
He looked up to her with a confused expression, and was only met with a lecherous smile, the alien licking her lips slowly. It slipped his glans between her big toe and small toe, and gently pinched his girth between the two digits, stroking him up and down, ensuring she was pressing the ball of her foot to his length as she rubbed.
His face was flushed red now, and not simply from the heat of the still running shower. His excited cock was a far more accurate sign of his newfound and highly perplexing arousal, pre dribbling from the tip and lubricating his cock as she smeared the small discharge along his skin, allowing her clenching toes to slide more luxuriously up and down his shaft. Simon began to pant, his dick twitching with each small pulse of pre that seeped from his tip. A strange, guttural chittering sound emanated from her, inhuman and yet feminine all the same… a sound he couldn’t describe as anything but a devious chuckle. She was teasing him, rubbing his cock up and down with her foot.
She released his shaft from between her toes, but proceeded to grip his glans between them, grasping his tip as well as she could before rocking her clenched toes back and forth and from side to side, as well as twisting against his glans in a circular, reciprocating fashion. At the same time, she manoeuvred her other foot in close and pressed the knuckles of its toes up against his sack, gently massaging the jewels within, his scrotum feeling spongy and wrinkly from his time in the shower.
She carefully traced his shaft with her big toe, the claw-like nail that tipped it applying a tantalising, acute, almost tickling pressure, grazing the skin of his sack teasingly. He let out a pant in response, and gritted his teeth, watching the lecherous creature torment him with such erotic, expert efforts from her footwork alone. The foot that had grasped his glans left his tip, sliding the toes down the slope of his cockhead so that they could graze down along the front side of his manhood, each toe gently pressing in a little further so that they could graze the flanks as well.
Her tail had slithered back up into the roof cavity, perhaps to provide her with some stability. It didn’t matter, except that it meant she wasn’t murdering him, not just yet. He’d take whatever delay was granted to him… especially if something this admittedly hot was giving it to him, even if it was just a teasing footjob.
The creature hissed in amusement, tugging against his cock a little more firmly now, pinching his skin gently between her toes whenever she wasn’t stroking his shaft with the ball of her foot or her sole, grazing her surprisingly silky skin upon his own throbbing member, whilst her other foot toyed and fondled his testicles, grasping them in her toes and playing with the orbs within. She licked her lips once more, grinning wickedly and lasciviously, clearly enjoying the twitches and shifts of his body. He propped himself up slightly on his elbows, his torso slightly angled now and giving him a better view of her titillating footjob.
She knew what she was doing, every touch, every gaze, every light pinch of her toes and every gentle scratch and scrape of her claws eliciting a response from the human. She dropped both feet low, letting her toes press against his sack, twisting her feet so they faced sideways, and so began to knead his scrotum with her toes and the balls of her feet, massaging and groping his testicles within with a debauched touch.
Free from the touch of her feet, his cock bobbed and twitched in the air, slick both from the warm water of the shower, and the precum that she had smeared all over his shaft and his glans, ensuring it was thoroughly lubricated by her efforts, only prompting more to seep from his urethra thanks to the massaging of his balls.
‘Fuck… she’s good… god damn…’ he thought, thoroughly impressed by her skills, if still afraid she was going to kill him once this was over, some sick torment before she ran him through, or whatever she decided to do to him.
But his penis seemed hardly mindful of such perils, the virgin length all too happy to finally have a woman touching it… even if said woman wasn’t even human. More precum seeped from his tip, and this prompted her to raise the foot that had first started massaging his balls and begin stroking his dick with a lecherous touch, gently rubbing him up and down and grazing his skin acutely with the tips of her claws, leaving tingling welts that faded almost immediately, the sensation upon his sensitive cock intense and almost overwhelming.
She growled lustfully, licking her lips once more in a seductive display clearly teasing him now. She rubbed his length with the knuckles of her toes, sliding the chitinous topside of her foot down his rod before pulling back enough to let the knuckles graze over his flesh for a second time, until she was sliding down with the pads of her toes gently caressing his shaft.
He was throbbing quite powerfully now, grunting and panting as the pressure began to build in his loins. She was not giving him any chance to rest, no reprieve to let the sensation last. And it certainly didn’t get easier to hold out when she lifted both feet to clasp the sides of his length with the soles of both feet, beginning to stroke his shaft up and down between them. She hissed erotically, practically eyeing him with a teasing dominance, despite the fact she possessed no eyes to speak off, just some vague, hollow depressions, like eye sockets, just barely visible beneath the translucent dome of her skull.
She switched up her stimuli, rubbing up and down in separate directions, twisting his cock about as a result, and sometimes sliding her feet until she was grazing him with both sets of toes at once. She hissed low and long, letting her long tongue unfurl in the air before him, perhaps a lewd display of what she was capable of. She made a kissing motion at him, and began stroking him even faster now, tugging up and down his cock insistently.
Simon began to pant hard now, the pressure building in his loins as the orgasm she was so clearly intent on wringing out nearing each passing moment… and then, it happened. With a low cry, Simon bucked into the pressed-together soles of the alien’s feet, spurting semen like a fountain into the air, her efforts having earned quite a jet, the white ropes cascading down onto his stomach, some even managing to reach his chest.
As he came, she would pull one foot away and begin rubbing his tip with the crooks of her toes with the other, cutting off the spray of the ejaculation and causing him to blast the inside joints of her digits with each spurt of cum. Loud groans left him, as she prolonged his climax to a point it began to be too much, but he was not able to keep up the spurting, even with her efforts. Eventually, his ropes of seed stopped pumping, leaving her toes and parts of her sole, and his cock, thoroughly stained with his semen, alongside ropes of cum draped over his stomach and chest.
She cocked her head and smiled, apparently liking the view she was given. Simon himself laid on the ground panting softly, his mind buzzing with the afterglow, even if it was only a footjob… though calling it ‘only’ a footjob seemed to detract from how amazing it actually felt. As he lay there, she would slip down from the hole, placing both feet on the ground either side of his hips, whilst her tail trailed down after her until it was resting on the floor, the tip gently swaying almost like a cat. She looked down at him with a lustful dominance, before lifting the foot that wasn’t stained with his semen, and gently trailing the claws up his chest, making striations in the lines of seed that had fallen onto his body at angles.
It made his body twitch with nervous and aroused excitement. She continued to drag her toes up his torso until they came to rest upon his chin, and then, after wiping what little residue of his cum she’d collected on her claws to his neck, she would tease his lips with her toes, chuckling in her alien way. He only let out a shuddering sigh, nervously eyeing the alien woman, worried she was going to kill him, but excited over what she had planned to do next.
After teasing his lips with her toes for a few moments, the alien pulled her feet away from his mouth, and then moved to bend over, snaking an arm around beneath his shoulder and lifting him to his feet. She stood taller than him, and so even when he was standing straight, she still looked down at him. He confessed to finding that rather desirable, but he didn’t have any chance to voice any of his desires to this erotic being before she was pushing him back into the still running shower, using her long, prehensile tail to keep him from slipping until she had pinned him to the back wall of the shower, grinning lewdly as she used her tail to shut the stall door and lock them both inside the cubicle.
She was so close, pressing her pliant, spongy breasts against his chest, her erect nipples poking his skin. She began to grind against him, leaning in close as her tongue lolled out to graze against his neck and lap at his ear. He could feel her belly smearing the cum that had fallen on his stomach all over both their skin, whilst her hands began to probe and wander, exploring his body and groping his buttocks with one hand, and clasping his cheek and rubbing his lips with the thumb of the other. She grinned seductively in front of his face after lapping at his ear, before running her searing tongue up his face.
His cock throbbed with need and desire, now sandwiched between her inner thighs and bobbing up against her wet slit. She closed her legs together, sensuously crushing his cock between the supple flesh of her thighs, before beginning to grind back and forth against his rod, shifting her thighs up and down in opposite directions, and gently rolling her hips so the folds of her moist sex gently ‘kissed’ his tip, sliding back and forth along his rod erotically. She nipped at his lower lip, and at his nose, giving him toothy grins, teasing and tantalising.
He wanted to explore her body, as she was doing with his, but her dextrous tail had snaked its way around his limbs, weaving around his wrists before binding them together and gently pinning them to the wall above his head. With him quite firmly at her mercy, she chuckled in her alien way yet again, before moving in close to kiss him firmly, gently meshing her lips to his, all as her tongue wormed its way into his mouth.
He’d kissed a girl before, but… never had it been like this. Her tongue was like a snake, writhing about in his oral cavity and wrapping tightly around his own muscle, stroking his tongue up and down with a sensuous dominance that he couldn’t possibly compete with, though he would try all the same, much to her purring delight. His tongue slipped and grazed around hers, met with the writhing, roiling her muscle made in his mouth. It was so very erotic, and feeling his shaft rubbed between her thighs only made the experience all the more wondrous and pleasurable.
Still, he wished he could explore her body, let his hands roam across the soft parts of her flesh, but with her tail binding his wrists together above his head, he was left wanting. She continued to grind and rub her thighs to his sensitive member, still burning with stimulation from the orgasm he had experienced not long before from the efforts of her feet. He bucked gently between her legs, and she did not stop him, only rolling her hips forwards to meet his short thrusts and provide further lubrication.
The fluids that seeped from her pussy were not entirely similar to what he thought would’ve come from a human, feeling just a little bit oilier to his throbbing member, keeping his shaft slick enough to slide against her flesh without much effort. It made him groan, his eyes rolling backwards as her kiss deepened, to the point he could feel her tongue worming down his throat now, just slightly. He squirmed in her grasp, a little hesitant to experience such, but ultimately he submitted to her deep kiss, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop her… and finding something about her tongue delving so deeply into his gullet incredibly arousing.
She started rolling her hips a bit more firmly now, grinding her sex along with her thighs to his throbbing erection, a familiar pressure beginning to build within his loins, threatening to blow at any moment. He knew he could not last much longer, and lamented the fact that she might wring him dry before he had a chance to stick it in… if he ever had the opportunity.
Eventually, he could hold out no longer, and with a gurgling moan – thanks to the tongue that had carefully slipped deep to avoid triggering his gag reflex – he would begin to thrust, choking just a little bit around the alien’s muscle, spurts of seed shooting out behind her rump and landing on the floor below, his body shuddering intensely from the stimulation. And just like before, she would draw it out for all its worth, grinding her thighs and labia to his pulsing member with increased intensity, until his orgasm came to an end, and his spurts ceased.
Her grinding slowed to a sensual rubbing, and then to a gradual stop once the final dribbles of his ejaculation subsided. He could feel her tongue begin to withdraw now, sliding out of his throat as she broke the kiss, pulling her head back so that her muscle could trail out his loosely pursed lips, sliding between them as the impressively long muscle was removed from his mouth, and slowly recoiled into her own, smacking her lips and licking them with her tongue, now at a much more ‘ordinary’ length.
Not that there was much ‘ordinary’ about this girl.
He panted, feeling exhausted after two orgasms, but he knew well enough that he wanted more. He wanted to stick it inside of her, he wanted to fuck. At least then, he could die by even her hands and at least not be a virgin.
“H-Holy shit…” he stammered, trying to regain control of his breathing, before she slipped a hand up to his face to press a finger to his lips, silencing him with a smile on her own. She growled playfully, nipping at his lips and grinning. She began grinding to his cock once more, ensuring the overly-sensitive length did not have a chance to soften… before she reached out and took it in her lanky, sharp fingers.
He twitched and winced as she did this, the alien giving him a few teasing pumps before she stood up on her toes to give herself some extra height… not that she really needed to, having already been crouching just a little so that she could kiss him and grind her thighs and sex to his manhood. But she gave herself space, and angled his cock to her loins, and slowly lowered herself until her labia ‘kissed’ his glans, causing his eyes to light up and a shivering gasp to leave his mouth.
His heart began to race even faster than it had before, pounding in his chest as the excitement and the anticipation began to grow by the second; this was his time, this was the moment he’d been hoping for, even if it meant she was going to slaughter him the minute it was over. Even if she was the one in control, he could feel her nethers soaking his tip in her fluids of arousal, the alien beginning to gyrate her hips in a circular fashion so that she could rub and caress his tip teasingly, causing precum to seep from his cock almost immediately, despite his last ejaculation only being moments before.
A shuddering sigh left his lips, and a strained, delighted groan followed when she began to drop down, feeling his tip pierce her insides, and her hand leave his cock with deliberate, fleeting grazes of her fingertips as they pulled away, no longer needing to hold his cock in place. She let her hand drift up to his cheek once more, grazing his skin and ‘looking’ into his eyes with a lustful intensity. That she had none of her own, or any facial features above the lower half of her face hardly diminished the lust she exuded.
Further down his mast, the alien would slip, her walls immediately gripping down around him with a wonderful tightness, causing the virgin Simon to ball his hands into firsts and grimace in pleasure; her contours, the folds of her walls, they didn’t feel like he expected; they yielded with enough pressure, but the fleshy ridges seemed firmer than he anticipated, ever so gently scouring his cock, and his sensitive glans in particular, with their stimulating touch.
She was being slow, but the delighted hisses that left her lips, and the slow, erotic curling of her tongue in the air was not indicative of difficulty for her… she was savouring the penetration, and savouring his reactions to it. And then, he felt her crotch come to rest upon the root of his member, as far down on his mast as she could possibly go without really forcing herself.
Warm feelings radiated from his loins, spreading throughout his body. A gleeful smile spread across his face; he’d finally lost his virginity, even if it was to the alien that would eventually kill him. It felt wondrous and intense, Simon happy nonetheless that he’d got laid. She would gyrate her hips like she had before, rubbing her walls to his cock and getting comfortable on his mast, planting her feet to the ground and pressing more firmly to his body, those supple breasts of hers crushing delightfully against his chest.
Simon released a long, slow moan, weak and vulnerable to the lecherous alien’s devious stimulation. She increased the radius of her gyrations, forcing his cock to twist from side to side, pressing against the rubbing, grinding contours of her sex, the folds resisting him in the most pleasant ways.
He began to pant and gasp meekly, feeling short of breath after two orgasms already, and the intensity of his first time with a creature that seemed far more intense than even a skilled human, especially when she began to rise and fall upon his shaft, clamping her walls down tightly and letting them ripple up and down, further adding to the pleasure. Her entrance and her labia gripped his girth tightly, ensuring a snug, stimulating fit at all times, all whilst she continued to gyrate her hips, swinging from side to side in a circular manner as she rode his cock.
It reminded him of an old rotary piston mechanism, albeit this felt… so, so much better than any lewd thoughts his oversexed mind could’ve come up with on seeing such a mechanism again. He went to moan loudly, but the alien silenced him with yet another invasive kiss, her tongue carefully plunging down his throat, teasing the walls of his gullet, and even pushing outwards against them, bulging out the skin of his neck ever so slightly as she meshed and suckled her lips to his own.
He choked on her tongue, even if it did not fill his throat as much as the impressive length filled his mouth itself, funnelling more of its length and bunching up the worming muscle to fill the cavity, but she seemed careful to push only a small length of her impressive muscle into his throat. She began to rise and fall faster now, her crotch slapping to his own, the wet smacks loud enough that the shower that still cascaded around them did not drown the sound of their intercourse out. He felt the pressure in his loins begin to build once more, but suddenly, he felt her tail release his wrists, and his arms fell down loosely, a little sore from being held up.
But once the blood flow returned to them, he wasted no time in exploring her body. She made no attempts to stop him, even when his hands immediately went for her ass, gripping the smooth, taut glutes and beginning to knead them with her fingertips, feeling them rolling beneath his hands due to the motions of her hips. He sank his digits into her smooth flesh, drawing erotic, inhuman purrs from the creature, before he began to explore other parts of her exotic form.
Not all of her was smooth flesh and skin; much of her back was chitinous, only semi-flexible to provide her with the lithe, gymnastic range of motion she seemed to possess as second nature, tracing his fingers up the fluidly undulating vertebrae of her spine, rigid and coarse. Still, the chitin itself was smooth to the touch, the roughness coming from the shapes they formed, and he could still slide his hands up her back until they were stopped by the odd, tubular protrusions that flanked her spine just below her shoulders. They seemed to quiver and flex, as though on muscular hinges.
His fingertips explored further, all as her own latched onto the sides of his face and ensured he could not pull away from her disarming kiss. He traced the unusual texture that lined the side of her elongated skull behind her neck, until his fingers grazed against one of her smooth, rubbery cheeks, the alien twisting her head slightly into the digits. He then let his hand slide over the top of her dome-like skull, feeling its smoothness beneath his palm, as his other hand slid down her side, feeling the boundary where the chitin of her back melded and shifted to the silky smooth, rubbery skin of her front.
That hand would slide around to feel the relatively smooth small of her back, tracing down the ridge of her spine, protruding further as he felt the base of her tail. The hand to her head would slide down until it rested to her body just below her shoulder, before moving to gently squeeze one of her squashed breasts, feeling quite firm and taut, more so than they would due to them being compressed against his chest, though he was certain they would be perky and bouncy without anything pressing against him.
Her body was unusual, and not all smooth, but she was exotic and beautiful all the same. And the way she bounced upon his cock, so fluid, so graceful… the erotic side of her was irresistible to the virgin Simon. It wouldn’t be long before his beleaguered cock could hold out no more… and eventually, with a tight embrace, he would let out an almost pained groan into her mouth, bucking his hips upwards into her roiling depths and releasing directly into her womb, his thick, burning ropes the most powerful yet.
She would continue to ride him, milking his climaxing cock for all it was worth, even after his ejaculation had subsided. He would not be lasting much longer, tapping her shoulders and even crying out into her mouth, begging for relief.
After a few more moments of intolerable, lustful fervour, she would break the kiss with a growling gasp, screeching almost painfully as she shuddered, juices splashing out against his crotch, a pungent, sweet aroma filling the air, her body jerking and twitching atop his mast. He almost didn’t believe it at first, but she had just had an orgasm.
In the next moment, she went limp, and the two of them slumped down to the floor of the shower, the warm water still falling onto their bodies. Both panted, though her recovery was frighteningly quick, and soon enough, she was grinning and baring her teeth in a lecherous smile. He was worried that she was going to kill him now, or fuck him to death with an insatiable libido that no man could sate.
But that didn’t come. Instead, her smile softened ever so little, and turned that little bit warmer, before nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He felt her arms and legs wrap around his body, and her tail coil around his legs and his waist, trapping him in a warm, sensuous embrace. And then, she began to gently kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth to tease his own, but not to the same assertiveness as she was before. Her hands roamed up and down his back, one hand clutching and groping one of his glutes, the other playing through his hair. She giggled in her inhuman way, licking his lips.
All Simon could do was tiredly smile in return, now thoroughly exhausted. Weariness was beginning to catch up to him, and the warm water of the shower was only making him more comfortable in this erotic yet loving embrace. He kissed back a few times before slumping against the palm of her hand, fortunately between him and the floor.
“That was… great…” he muttered, before dozing off in her embrace.
The alien smiled at Simon, before nuzzling her head near his, and going quiet, resting with him in the shower, carefully angling him so the water would not enter his mouth or nose whilst he slept. For her plans were far from simple murder. The truth was far more… tantalising.