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Lina and The Landlord 1 & 2

this has been on literotica for a bit now and i forgot to post it here

literotica summary: Lina’s rent is late and her landlord makes her pay.

critiques are very much appreciated

5.4k , alien x female reader

The creaky floorboards of Lina’s sector 3 apartment creaked under her anxious footsteps.

Pacing back and forth while checking her comm for the umpteenth time, Lina’s eyes glazed over as she scanned through her late rent notice. The summary? Pay or get out.

Lina glanced at the holographic clock on her wall nervously, soon enough her landlord would be here to either get his credits or tell her she had a couple of weeks to pack up and leave. Lina didn’t have the credits to pay rent and she definitely didn’t have the credits to move. She was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Her only option was to try to appeal to his hearts and beg him for an extension on her rent.

The trouble was, her landlord was a slumlord asshole.

Sol Sender was a cold two-hearted alien freak who nickeled and dimed her at every expense of her unit. He put the heat on a minimum during the artificial colder months and complained when her water bill was too high. This all-amenities-paid-for bullshit was exactly that considering her rent was so damn high at 400 credits per week on a Sector 3 apartment.

One unexpected system malfunction with her credit transfer later and now she was in danger of being flat on her ass in Sector 1 where the homeless lived.

Still. All of this was better than living on the radioactive hellscape that Earth was these days.

Snapped out of her thoughts, Lina heard the familiar 3 bang-knock pattern that her landlord always used and groaned.

“Coming!” she called, her voice cracking.

Lina shuffled over to the door. She looked through the peephole, taking a deep breath. There he was. Sol Sender.

She opened the door with a painful smile on her face, regarding the alien male with the tilt of her chin. “Sol, hey…” she started awkwardly.

Sol looked at Lina with a raised bushy brow, his lips were in a hard thin line making his strong chin appear more prominent. Lina tried to act unintimidated but it was hard when she was a 5’6 to his approximately 6’4. It wasn’t easy to stare at a man with confidence when you had to bend your neck to look up at him. Even without the stern look on his face, his sheer bulk made her feel like a petulant child.

He looked much like a lion and she wouldn’t be surprised to learn if he had descended from them considering the thin fur-tipped tail that was flicking back and forth behind him, the mane of black fluffy hair, and a flat wide nose. 

Luckily his teeth were as blunt as Lina’s. She nearly shivered. She’d seen one too many aliens with sharp knife-like fangs.

“Rent’s due,” he said. Strict and straight. His voice had a slight growling undertone to it and she was sure he must descend from some sort of beast.

Lina winced, “Yeah…that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about, why don’t you come inside?” bruskly he nodded and stepped forward. Lina opened the door wider to him and took a deep breath as he stepped inside. He seemed to be in a good mood today. She closed the door and leaned against it with an awkward smile.

“So?” He stared, looking at her expectantly. “Where’s your rent?”

She laughed nervously, “See the thing is…I don’t have the money right now.”

Sol did not look amused.

Lina’s eyes flitted to his tail, whipping back and forth quicker now. She cleared her throat, “But I can get it to you of course. I just need a bit more time, things have been kind of screwy with my paycheck recently and I was wondering if you could just give me till the end of the month?”

Sol’s slit pupiled gaze was locked onto Lina, he stared at her for a long quiet while. Before letting out a grunt and shaking his head.

“No,”  he said simply.

“Uhm,” she cleared her throat, “what?” 

Was he being serious? She’d been a model tenant up until now. Never made any noise, barely asked for him to come around if there was a problem, and sure he complained about the heating or water or electricity but she knew he got on everyone’s ass about that.

“I said no,” he shrugged. “If I let this go then there’s another problem next month and the month after that then I have other tenants hearing about letting this slide and they’ll think they can do it too.”

Lina rapidly blinked. She actually felt herself beginning to tear up because of this asshole. What the hell was his problem? Had he never been through an unforeseen event in his life?

“Listen, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have to.” she explains, “I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she tried to appeal to whatever soul he had deep, deep, deeep down inside. “My parents don’t live on this Station.”

Sol shook his head, “That’s not my problem. Book a hotel, go stay with a friend. If you don’t have rent for me then you’re out.” her mouth dropped open.

“How…how soon would I have to leave?” she asked nervously. He shifted on his feet shrugging, scratching his jaw.

“A week, maybe two.”

“You’re kidding.”

“This is Sector 3. I’m giving you a break, the law says I could kick you out today if I wanted to.” Lina swallowed. What kind of fucked up shit was this? Was she really about to be flat on her ass? Where would she go? She wasn’t lying, her parents don’t live in this station, and as embarrassing as it was to admit she doesn’t have any friends who would be willing to let her crash on their couch.

There was no way Lina could just accept this.

“Can’t we work something out?” she pleaded, “maybe a payment plan or…or I could owe you a favor or something.” Sol’s head tilted at that, his lip quirking up and Lina immediately wanted to back-pedal because nothing about that look on his face seemed good. It had alarm bells blaring in her head to just accept defeat and start packing.

“A favor?” he asked, his lip quirking up. His eyes gleamed as if he had been expecting this.

Her eyebrows furrowed, she nodded but her heart was beginning to pick up speed. “Y-yeah, like I could house-sit or something if you’re ever out of port or…I don’t know run you an errand.”

“No,” he smirked, looking her up and down. “I have a favor in mind.”

Lina bit her lip. What was he getting at? He couldn’t be… No. That was insane. She could take this asshole straight to court if he was implying what she thought he was. Not that she could afford it…

“Uhm. What is it?”

His smirk turned into a straight-up grin, Sol prowled towards her and she regretted putting herself up against the door. He got close enough to put both his arms on either side of her head. Caging her in, he leaned forward.

“Turn around.”

“What?”

He chuckled, “Turn around Lina.”

She shivered. No way. She shook her head.

“No.” she said weakly, “I’m not doing that. Ask for something else.”

He shrugged. “I don’t want anything else. What I want is for you to turn around and let me take off those pants that hug your tight ass.” Lina’s lips parted as air fled from her lungs. She shook her head again and he seemed undeterred. “No? Well then, maybe you should start packing.”

Lina weighed her options. Getting booted to Sector 2, maybe even 1 or a few sweaty minutes?

The answer seemed clear.

Well, fuck it. Literally.

Tentatively Lina turned around so that she was facing the door and her palms were flat on the cold metallic surface. Sol’s hands came up to cover hers, keeping her pinned there as he gently kicked at her ankles to spread her feet apart.

“Stay like this,” he grumbled.

No way was she about to have sex with her landlord right now. No way. That thought kept repeating over and over even as Lina’s yoga pants slid down her body. She lifted a foot then the other and he kicked them away.

His hand traced over her lower back then the globe of her ass and she took an inhaled breath when his fingers hooked the edge of her panties.

“Nice,” he murmured, rubbing the simple cotton, laced underwear with his thumb and forefinger. They were nothing special. Just plain black cotton, the lace made her feel more girlish but she certainly hadn’t felt sexy until about five seconds ago. Not that she should be feeling sexy, she should be feeling…humiliated, ashamed–whorish.

Instead, she was nervous, excited, and slightly aroused.

Though she would never admit it to anyone, she found Sol to be quite attractive. His mane was something she’d always wanted to run her fingers through and she was fascinated by his tail. With his physique, it looked pretty small but in comparison to herself, she could probably just barely wrap her whole hand around it. The length matched up to her leg and she often wondered what its evolutionary purpose was.

Sol grasped her hips and tugged her back so she was half bent over while her hands were placed flat on the wall. Her arousal seemed to increase. She’d never been with an alien before despite their majority population on Omega Station.

He palmed her ass with a grunt before unceremoniously pulling down her underwear. She was officially bare now, the cold air of the room kissing at her already slightly wet slit. She glanced back as he looked down between her legs.

Sol’s expression was unreadable to Lina, she had no idea what a surly man like him would be thinking looking at a human woman’s pussy. Had he been with a human before? Was he disgusted by her anatomy?

Maybe it was the hair. Lina wondered what the grooming habits of his species were. Did the women go completely hairless like most human women did? Lina didn’t do any of that. She gave herself a trim whenever things got out of hand but for the most part, she just left the hair alone down there. The one time she tried to shave, it grew back so coarse it took weeks of conditioner treatments to get herself settled back to the soft bush she was familiar with. She’d sworn off hair removal there ever since.

His hands gently petted her mound before he gruffly spoke, “Spread your legs wider.”

With a flushed face, she did.

He knelt and she exclaimed, “O-oh!” when he pressed his face directly into her pussy. 

One hand held onto her thigh while the other continued to stroke through the soft tufts of her bush. She nearly lost her balance when his tongue went probing between her thighs.

His nose bumped her clit and she was having a hard time keeping herself upright in this weird semi-squatting position. His hands smoothed her down and then spread her apart. She whimpered as he teased his tongue inside her.

When Sol told Lina to turn around the last thing she expected was for him to go down on her. She had logically assumed he was going to just use her body without giving anything in return but she was absolutely bewildered by the fact that he was kneeling in front of her, sucking her clit while he groaned with desire.

Everything came to a halt in her brain when he licked a strip from her clit to her ass, she gasped in shock when he started to prod at the puckered hole.

“Ohh...no, no-” she whined, “wait! I’m not, I didn’t–” she squealed as he tongued her asshole.

Lina had never properly received oral in her life. She had one too many unenthused boyfriends that ruined the entire experience for her so when asked she usually declined but the way he was handling her like this had her going crazy. He didn’t ask, he just set to work and while that might be a problem for some people it certainly wasn’t a problem for her. 

She squirmed as he held her by the thighs practically forcing her to sit on him while standing, her hands were no longer flat against the wall, she was bent over, her hands anxiously hovering over him as she was assaulted by the unfamiliar pleasure.

“Sol!” she whimpered, he groaned in response, switching back to sucking her vulva and clit. Her back arched, hips craning to angle herself just right against his tongue. Everything sounded so lewd, the wet and sloppy sounds going on between her thighs were too much for her. She squeezed her eyes closed and she mewled above him.

Soon enough she was rocking back and forth against his mouth, her mouth thinning into a strained line as she breathed hard through her nose. Her brows furrowed and her toes curled.

“Oh god.” she sobbed suddenly and that was it. The dam had exploded. She was ruthlessly riding his face until she was trying to get away from him to which he followed her while holding her in place to overstimulate her. “Sol!” she cried out once again. She practically keeled over as she squawked above him.

When he was finally done with her, he wasn’t done for long. The moment he stumbled back onto his feet he turned her around and pushed her back against the wall.

His pupils were completely dilated and her eyes widened to see that he did have fangs. Retractable ones. Aliens. Go figure. She stared at the four big canines, two on top, two on bottom. 

Maybe she was scared of him having fangs so much because now that he had them she wanted to know what it would feel like if he bit her. If he broke her skin and drew blood.

She shivered, Sol pulled up her top and stared at her tits before bending over and sloppily laving against her nipples. The back of Lina’s head gently knocked against the wall as she moaned, holding her shirt up for him and pushing her chest out like she was giving an offering to him. 

As he sucked on her breasts, his hands came around to grope her ass. Squeezing and massaging her.

She wanted to do something for him but she was so overwhelmed by his tending of her that she could do little more but just stand there and let her eyes roll back as she squirmed against him. She wasn’t usually a terrible lover. Perhaps he just brought out the worst in her.

Dazedly, Lina reached for the zipper of his pants and he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. She huffed and he bared his fangs at her which made her quiver in desire. Apparently, he didn’t want her help.

“Stay,” he growled, commanding her like a newborn puppy. She did. Happily. When he realized she wasn’t going anywhere and would keep her arms above her head without his guidance, he shoved his lips against hers and she moaned outright.

Lina felt something twist around her thigh and she was surprised to see when she pulled back that it was his tail. She looked at him panting.

“Can you control that?” she asked curiously.

He shrugged, equally out of breath. “Sometimes,” he responded bruskly. 

Hot.

Finally, he took her shirt off. She breathed a sigh of contentment as her still-wet nipples hardened under the cold hair of the room.

Maybe because she was half high off her orgasm she asked, “Are you going to take your clothes off now?”

It took little begging on her part. He grabbed his shirt from the back and pulled it over his head with a grunt. Lina’s eyes greedily took in his muscular body, Sol had broad shoulders she could hang on to and a tapered waist that drew her eyes to the nice v of his pelvis peeking through his pants.

She licked her dry lips, waiting for him to remove his pants, she could already see the obvious bulge straining underneath and at this point, she had thrown caution to the wind about the implications of screwing her landlord for free rent.

Lina’s eyes went wide when Sol’s cock was freed. He was hard, curved, and most importantly to her thick. 

She could already imagine his girth stretching her open, it had been a while since Lina had been fucked. At least 5 months, maybe longer.

“Where do you want me?”

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes going from top to bottom before he directed her towards the bedroom. “Come,” he coaxed, grabbing her forearm while he dragged her inside her bedroom. She let out a slight ‘oompf’ sound when he pushed her face forward onto the mattress. She crawled on top, spreading herself open for him with a pant.

She laid there on all fours, waiting for him. Wanton and ready. Maybe Lina really was a whore, but she didn’t care. At least, not right now. Not when she could feel his knuckles briefly traveling over the backs of her thighs before taking a handful of her ass.

“Mm..” he grumbled, “Already presenting for me.” her brows furrowed, she didn’t know what that meant but she didn’t think on it too long as he knelt behind her, his knees on the bed. His hands now gripping her waist. “You have a birth control implant?” he asked.

Lina nodded, arching her hips further upwards, practically begging him to stick his dick in her pussy. She was on full display for him. Too horny to think of anything but his fat cock.

“Good.” he reached forward, stroking Lina’s clit in circles and her eyes rolled back, “I want you raw,” he said lowly into her ear, it made her twitch. No one had ever talked to Lina in this way. Ever.

Slowly, he sunk into her, causing a whine to escape her throat. Lina slumped forward, head down–ass up. Inch by inch he pushed inside, deliciously stretching her just the way she had been hoping for. Her pussy sucked him in eagerly, fluttering around him already.

She looked over her shoulder to see Sol with a perfectly stoic expression, the only evidence that he was feeling something was the slight crease between his two brows as he hissed through his teeth.

“Fuuck yeah.” he groaned, rocking forward once. He pressed as deeply as he could go before slowly backing out halfway then rocked forward again. He repeated this pattern at a slow and steady pace.

Lina was done for. She was gasping and clawing at the sheets as his cock kissed her insides exactly where she needed him to. He pressed his palms on top of Lina’s hands, sinking deeper inside as he bent himself against her. Chest to back. Lina’s breasts swayed from underneath her and she could already feel an impending pressure in her abdomen.

“Sol..” she whined, rocking back against him.

He was right next to her ear, she could feel his hot breath on her neck. “Hmmm?”

“Harder.” she whimpered pathetically, “please.” she tacked on.

He groaned once more, burying his nose into her neck. Inhaling her deeply as his hips began to pump faster behind her. His hips slapped against her ass and to her delight, the fur-tipped tail began to prod at her clit, bumping against it before falling into a back-and-forth rhythm. His forearm, wrapped around her neck and pulled her further in against his chest.

They were both in a slightly awkward semi-squat/semi-kneel position but it didn’t matter because it felt amazing. Lina’s breaths were tinged with a whimpered sob every time his cock would hit a specific spot inside her and he made an effort to target it once he realized the pattern. She couldn’t take much more of this. How long until she worked off a month’s worth of rent? Would it take all night? Lina didn’t know if she could handle that.

“Ahh..” she cried out, something snapping inside her, she backed 

into him furiously and he growled in hopefully delight. His face went back to her neck and she could feel his canines scraping against her delicate skin. “Mmm…yeah..” she whimpered, “Do it, fucking bite me.” she baited.

He throbbed inside her, his pace increasing and she realized she must’ve set him off in some way because as his movements had become sloppier and more unpredictable, his canines were burying deep inside her neck. She gasped, the sting of pain welling inside her but distracted by everything else going on.

Her eyes rolled back, pussy pulsating around him. Squeezing him for everything he had as her impending orgasm came closer.

Lina’s hips were rocking, and she was arching her back as far as it would go. Craning her head back, revealing more of her neck to the tongue that was currently swiping at her throat.

“Cum.” he grunted, with a growl, “milk my cock.” he ordered.

Maybe Lina had learned a new kink of hers but being ordered around like this set her over the edge, having her toes curling and eyes clenching shut as a wail escaped her throat. Her orgasm seized her, making her go completely still while she painfully clenched on the cock inside of her. 

She was pinned against the bed as a roar sounded from behind her, two clawed hands digging into her hips as she was moved to fuck up and down, prolonging her orgasm.

Sol’s canines dug into Lina’s neck, causing a scream from Lina.

He began to swell inside her, and moments later she was filled with thick warm heat. She moaned weakly, collapsing against the bed as cum was pumped into her.

To her surprise, Sol did not get up, grab his things, and go once they were finished. Instead, he unmounted Lina, watching the cum drip from her twitching hole. He let out a satisfied grunt and laid down on the bed next to her. Unexpectedly taking her into his arms.

Lina was too tired to ask what he was doing and the way he was running his fingers through her hair and rubbing his cheek against hers had Lina feeling drowsy. His tail wrapped around her upper right thigh. She was sure there was still blood running down her neck. 

“I’ve been waiting months to conquer you.” he gruffly spoke, Lina’s eyes momentarily fluttered open but she couldn’t speak–too tired to talk. “Now you’re all mine,” he said sternly, staring down at her as if expecting a challenge. Lina had no response to that. She had no idea what he meant but “conquer” as he rambled on, crooning into her ear how well he would take care of her while he functionally groomed her.

A rumble in his chest vibrated between them as he spoke lowly–soothing her to sleep.

Uncharacteristically he said, “Thank you for presenting me opportunity to show my worth as a mate.” he spoke softly, and nuzzled against her ear but all that was buzzing around her head was the word he had used. 

Mate.

Lina’s sleepy ears perked at a particular word.

Mate.

What the hell did that mean?

“What are you talking about?” she rasped. Her eyes were opening and closing, he had really zapped–or fucked the energy out of her. “I’m not…this is just…”

Business. A mutually beneficial exchange.

Sol eyed her intensely. “Just what?” his large paw stroked up and down her back and he pulled her closer into his grasp. “I’ve conquered you. That makes you mine.”

What the fuck?

Lina squirmed in his grasp, sitting up with a huff. “That’s not what this is at all,” she remarked calmly. The drowsiness kept her cool but she was starting to become more alert as this misinformed alien kept speaking. “What are you even talking about?” 

Despite her rejection of his… proclamation? He looked calm as ever and continued to lay languidly on her bed as he kept grabbing at her.

“I’m providing for you now,” he says, then adds, “This apartment is yours because I’m giving it to you in exchange for your obedience.” 

Obedience. The words rang through Lina’s head. Just what the hell had she agreed to? Yes, she couldn’t pay her rent. But that didn’t mean that she was going to be his toy or housewife or just whatever he had in mind for her.

“Wait a minute.” she shook her head, “That’s not…I didn’t agree to that. This is just sex. I’m not going to let you control me!” She was starting to panic now. Was he nuts? What sort of mental gymnastics had he been performing to come to this conclusion?

“Settle,” he murmured, squeezing her gently. “I’m not going to be a demanding mate.”

There was that word again.

“We’re not mates!” she said, half irate and a low growl escaped from beside her. “I don’t even know what that means!”

“We are,” he said sternly. Then he rubbed his thumb over her neck–which caused her to wince when he pressed down on a tender spot. The bite mark. “This makes it so.” She slapped his paw away and touched the spot herself and her mouth gaped wide open. Her brain was going a mile a minute. She hadn’t consented to this!

“I didn’t agree to this!” she repeated, trying to escape from his grasp.

Sol huffed. Humans, he thought. Always going back on their word. Well. Sol wouldn’t let her. He had been trying to find the right way to conquer her for months. In this new environment–away from his home planet, it wasn’t easy to dominate a female. At least, not if he had wanted to do it the honorable way.

He hadn’t honestly been going to throw Lina out to the streets of the megaship, but he needed a way to seize the opportunity that had landed at his feet even if it wasn’t ethical by human means.

“You did, you asked me to bite you.” He grumbled.”

“I–!” well. She had, hadn’t she?

Do it, fucking bite me. That’s what she had said to him.

“That was just in the heat of the moment!” she argued, “It didn’t mean anything, I didn't agree to all this!”

“You agreed when you presented to me.” he rumbled. By all means, he had won. Now he just needed her to understand that. Of course, he was prepared to take on an aggressive female. He had thought her submission had come a little too easily.

Lina stared at him bewildered. “I don’t know what that means,” she said exasperated. “You can’t just tell me I’ve–oh!” she was toppled over, “what are you doing?!” she shouted.

He grabbed her by the waist, putting her on her hands and knees. “This is presenting,” he said lowly–sultry. “You put your back to me and–” Lina whimpered when he cupped between her legs. “Showed me your cunt.”

He said it so matter-of-factly that Lina didn’t know what to do. She was held there on her hands and knees with her landlord pawing at her pussy. 

“Stop that.” she hissed, she was still sensitive from earlier. 

He purred, “Why? You like it…” his hand rubbed back and forth then circled her clit with the pads of three fingers and she bit her lip hard to stop the moan that wanted to escape her mouth. “Don’t fight this…or do…” he murmured, “I’ll just prove myself to you again if I must.”

“All you’ve proved is that you’re a perverted slumlord!” she gasped, hips arching when he dipped two fingers inside her. They slid in easily with a squelch–she was still sloppy with his cum. “Angh! I said stop!” Lina squealed.

He nuzzled against the crook of her neck and she shivered, it felt strangely intimate. The way he was positioned against her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her as he kissed and laved at the bite mark he thought meant some sort of ownership over her.

“You’re..ahh..an asshole!” she moaned out, “stop this,” she begged. Lina was weak. Everything he was doing to her body made her want to give in. To go along with this whole ‘mate’ thing if it meant that he’d keep touching her like this.

“Listen to me…” he purred into her ear, “Your place is here. Your home…that I’m paying for now because you can’t. I’m housing you…taking care of you.” he curled his fingers inside her and her mouth dropped open, “And I’ll do much more for you now that we’re mates.”

“No.” she whimpered, “I just…” she just needed to work out her credit situation then they were done. That was all. This … this was all temporary. “Ohhh!” her eyes squeezed shut when he began to finger her harder. 

“Don’t reject this.” he coaxed, “I can make you feel so good.” he continued to cajole into her ear just like before, talking about all the ways he would spoil and take care of her and it was so confusing for her mind, she was whining now. 

Tears pooled in her eyes, she felt so full from his two thick fingers and the twinge in her core made her feel crazy. She needed more. She needed his cock.

“Fuck…” she hissed, angling her hips higher, showing her dripping slit. “Fuck me…please…please.”

He sucked harshly on her bite mark and she spasmed.

“OH!”

“Lina…tell me, tell me what I want to hear.” he asked, “And I’ll give you everything you want.”

“N-no…” she whimpered. 

She didn’t want to be controlled. Didn’t want to be obedient to Sol. She barely knew him, and from what she had seen so far there wasn’t much more worth knowing. But the way he cooed in her ear. Talked about caring for her, it made her feel warm inside. Made her want to look deeper. He was using her for sure. 

But maybe he would use her kindly…

“Please…” she begged, “Please fuck me Sol.”

He growled against her ear, “You can beg all you want, but I’m patient…now, tell me you’ll be mine.”

“N-no-oohh!” she cried out, his fingers moving faster, twisting and curling.

“You want my cock Lina?” he asked, positioning behind her, “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you and fill you up with my seed?” God. Yes. That is exactly what she wanted.

“Please!” she begged again, thinking she was about to get her way.

He pulled his fingers out of her gaping pussy, then thrust. Only it wasn’t inside of her cunt, but between her pussy lips. The tip teasing her throbbing clit.

“Sol!” She sobbed, “I can’t take it anymore, please!”

“You know what I want Lina…give it to me.” he growled. Pistoning his hips. His tip grazed her entrance one too many times and she was keening now.

“Oh gods!” she screamed, “Yess…yes–” Lina bawled, “I’ll be your mate, just please, please fuck me!”

There it was. The words he had wanted to hear. He smiled in victory, then took her hips between his hands. He slid inside her in one fell push. They both groaned in pleasure and Sol pumped into Lina furiously. He wanted to fill her up with cubs but her damned breeding implant prevented that. He was getting worked up into a frenzy. Instinct overriding logic.

Saliva filled his mouth and his fangs were coming down, he was going to take a bite out of her. Again.

And he did, sinking his teeth into her neck for the second time of the night, Lina howled and jerked underneath him and Sol held her to him as he continued to fuck her. 

She was pulsing around him, her pussy clenching tightly as she came with a cry. The pressure was too much for him to bear and he roared out his orgasm. He swelled, filling her up with his cum. He continued to fuck her as she sobbed against the mattress until he was sure he had given her every bit of his seed. He held onto her tightly. Purring in her ear as she shook.

Sol suckled at her skin, tasting the coppery blood of his mate. 

His.

“Mine.” he rumbled quietly.

She nodded, beat. “Yours.”

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Alice and The Android

This is my first time using this account after perusing through the monster-fucker tag, this story is...tentatively a monster-fucker story?? maybe? I don't know where androids fall on the spectrum and this guy's pretty human except with a couple quirks so...?

Anyway, I wrote this in one sitting after I discovered Literotica existed and I wanted to submit a story there so...there's sex. duh. But I'm a Tumblr girl at heart so why not post it here too.

This is dedicated to Lana del Rey because I was listening to Dealer on loop all day writing this.

the tentative 64-character summary that I was allowed : Virgin Alice pays a philosophizing android escort to fuck her.

9.9k words (about 6k words before you hit the porn), heavy on consent, android x female reader, edited? i ran this through grammarly

Alice Walker had a secret, she was a 30-year-old virgin.

That's right, this woman, who wasn't even unattractive had never been filled before. Despite the many dates she went on that never went anywhere and her ever-filling contact comm list, she had never been intimate before.

Why? Great question. Alice was scared–terrified really. At first, it was something of a joke, 18, 19, 20, fine. But after that, it became something of an insecurity. The bridge between her age and experience grew further and further and before she knew it, she was officially in her 30s and certainly not dirty–or so the saying would suggest.

She was worse than a late bloomer. She had bloomed but instead of thriving she wilted. Her garden was empty. A dry, desolate place.

She hadn't even touched herself.

Whenever she thought about it she gave herself a twisted gut. She had considered maybe she was asexual but that wasn't true, she had gotten aroused before, very aroused. She just couldn't bring herself to do anything about it.

Any time things got hot and heavy with a boyfriend she felt so embarrassed about having to admit that she'd never done it before that she'd take the other route and say next time. Until next time became never. She lied now saying she was saving herself for marriage, an old ritual still practiced even in the galaxy. Alice was not religious.

Maybe there was some guilt involved in the act for her. Still, she had no reason for it. Quite the opposite. Like she said, she wasn't religious, her parents were very open and accepting, and she had no insecurities about her body.

Alice knew she was beautiful–or at least, evidence suggested she was. She was tall, lean with heavy breasts and a small pert ass, her nipples were raspberry pink and her face was nothing to shrug at either. She was cute rather than hot, if she had to describe herself and she dressed to emphasize that. Whenever she tried to wear something 'sexy' she looked like a kid playing dress up. In your 20s, that's fine, in your 30s? It was alarming.

She knew she wasn't old. She knew that she was not expiring, despite what her indoctrinated thoughts told her. Sure, she had the starting of some crow's feet and smile lines but she wasn't a child anymore. She was a 30-year-old woman.

A 30-year-old woman who had decided the moment she blew out the candle on her birthday cake–alone, that she would finally make her wish come true.

She was going to lose her virginity.

Alice unpuckered her lips and let the waft of smoke fill her nostrils as she stared around her dark kitchen. She shifted on the stool, her fingers tapping on the countertop. Then, her comm beeped, the screen glazing over her eyes as she got a confirmation notification that her appointment was in an hour. She blinked and she was back in her kitchen staring at her cake. She grabbed a knife and cut herself a slice.

"Happy birthday Alice," she murmurs to herself.

It's not that Alice had no friends. She was a very sociable girl. Maybe that was another reason why the fact she'd never had sex really got to her. She was a very well-adjusted woman. She worked, had a social life, and hung out in the Sector 17 lounges where rich Sector 20 men came to find high-priced escorts. She lived a very satisfying life.

She wanted for little, but what she did want, she couldn't get her mind off of.

She wanted sex and she didn't care if it wasn't special. But she wanted to make sure she picked the right person. Someone who would respect her and make sure she was properly prepared. The man didn't have to love her, but she needed to know that no matter what, at the bare minimum, she'd be treated with basic decency. She didn't like surprises. When she thought of situations she had never been in before her brain automatically went to the darkest scenario.

So no, she hadn't so much as let a man's hand under her panties.

Alice ate her cake slowly, after this, she'd take a shower and get ready for her appointment.

Sector 17 was the upper-class entertainment center. If you wanted something it was there. You just had to find it. So when Alice went looking for a solution to fix her dilemma she was presented with one.

Androids.

State-of-the-art, fully cognizant, customizable sex bots. Or escorts. Whatever.

In 4093, they were identical to humans. It was impossible to tell the difference. Some were servers, some were purchasable spouses, and some were sex bots. The only regulation on androids was that they couldn't run in any political circles but their own.

The way they were programmed, they were able to produce their own thoughts. Maybe they didn't feel anything, but they were real enough for Alice to feel comfortable. She also knew, that while they had some form of free will, their purpose of creation affected their desires and obviously a sex-bot was built to please. So she could say with utmost certainty that what she wanted was what would happen and that's what Alice needed. Certainty. No variables.

She wanted to mark this social achievement off the list.

So as a gift to herself for her birthday, she scheduled a full night appointment with one of the most expensive android escort services she knew of.

It was the price of a single-person emergency escape pod.

Alice saved all year for this and she knew it would be worth every credit.

The Den, which was the name of the business, was a one-of-a-kind business. They didn't just have sex bots. They let you customize your own. Appearance, voice, personality, everything. It was the exact kind of thing Alice salivated for.

Control.

Alice stood. She put her plate and fork in the sink and then quickly washed them. After that, she put her mini birthday cake in the fridge and headed for the bathroom.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her round face made her still look youthful. Her small heart-shaped lips and doe-like eyes exacerbated the fact. She kept her beige-blonde hair long, it reached to her waist in loose ringlets. All things considered. She was generically attractive. Pretty but boring. There was nothing unique about the kind of beauty she had.

She stripped out of her loungewear and stepped into the shower where the water automatically came raining down on her in the warm temperature she preferred.

Exfoliate, shave, wash. It was ritualistic. She smelled almost too clean.

She had shaved practically every part of her below the neck. Her legs, her arms, the unruly strip of hair that went up to her bellybutton on her belly. The only part of her that wasn't bare was her pussy. She had only trimmed her vulva. Something about that hair made her feel sexy which was few and far between.

After that, she tied a tower around her hair and patted dry and slathered moisturizer and a hydrator on her skin. She painted both her fingernails and toenails a simple white. When she looked in the mirror this time she was smooth and shining.

Brush, blowdry, blowout. Her hair felt silky and smooth when she ran her fingers through it.

She wondered if all this effort mattered, if he was programmed to like her wasn't this all useless? She wasn't sure as she pulled out a lingerie set from her dresser.

White lace in a pretty floral pattern for the bra and thong. Her breasts were holstered but her nipples were easily visible through the fabric.

Whatever the answer to her question was didn't matter. For the first time, she felt hot.

She threw on a long trench coat on top of that. It would hide her exposed body and keep her protected from the artificial breeze that randomly emitted on the Omega Station.

Alice pressed the embedded button on the side of her head–her comm unit–and alerted The Den that she was on her way. Alice lived in Sector 13, so she'd have to take the elevator up 4 levels. It would be relatively quick as long as they weren't packed.

~

The elevators had been pretty sparse when Alice arrived. The inside dinged and the doors opened. Alice walked out, her heels click-clacking on the fake concrete tiles of the ground. She shivered as a breeze passed her by and kissed her inner thighs.

Sector 17 was set up like an earthen city. Of course, no one drove but there were still roads and streets. The lamps were lit and the only thing reminding you this was not a real city were the glass walls and ceiling that gave you a beautiful view of space.

It took 20 minutes for Alice to arrive at The Den. When she entered the doors, the first thing she recognized was the smell of spice invading her nose. It smelled…sensual. As did the music sound that quietly played in the background.

Alice kept her eyes down as she passed several men and women in the waiting room. She approached the receptionist at the desk with a slightly flushed face.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The woman asked.

Alice swallowed, and she smiled weakly. "I have an appointment? For..7:30?"

The receptionist nodded with a smile on her red-painted lips and her fingers deftly began to type on the holographic keyboard of her desk, her eyes flitting between her hands and the screen. Several moments later and she gently said 'Ah'

"Yep, I see you right here. Alice Walker, 7:30. You're right on time! That's good, you won't have to wait, we just need to do a quick check-up and then you're good to go."

"Check-up?" Alice asked nervously.

The receptionist nodded, "Mhm, you'll take a standard blood test to make sure you're free of disease and then we need to check you for any weapons." she looked Alice up and down, "It'll only take a minute. You look good to me." as Alice cursed in her head for not wearing actual clothes under the coat. She nodded and the receptionist went back to typing before acknowledging her once more. "Okay, so just head down the hall–" she pointed to the left– "and you can go inside room 10 where your blood test and security check will be done."

Alice quickly nodded and gave a quiet thank you as she nearly bumped into a man who was speed-walking down the hall also looking at the ground. Despite the luxury of this place, it didn't make the reality any different.

This was a brothel.

While she walked down the hall, Alice realized this place was either highly overrated or soundproofed. She couldn't hear a thing coming from the rooms she was passing.

That was good. Really good. Alice didn't want anyone listening in. This whole thing already had her nerves going. Her hands were slightly trembling and she was queasy.

When she reached the 10th door, which was at the end of the hall and not the beginning, she thought to knock but then remembered the presumed soundproofing and pulled the handle. She peeked through a slight crack in the door and saw a woman in a lab coat sitting in a chair next to a table.

Alice took a deep breath and then walked inside.

The woman–a doctor? Instantly smiled like the receptionist and stood.

"Hello Alice, I'm Dr. Sol," she says in a raspy murmur, she held her hand out for Alice to shake. Alice smiled shyly as she shook the woman's hand.

"Nice..nice to meet you."

"Of course." She says, then she lets go of her hand and turns back to the table.

While she did that Alice expected her room for the night. It was nice, really nice. There was a large queen-sized bed on one side of the room, with a reddish brown wood, matching the headboard were two side tables that had lit candles on them placed in clear glass holders.

The carpet under her feet looked plush and there was a second door in this room that she could safely assume was the bathroom.

"Okay, So I'm sure the receptionist told you but we'll just go over it again, today I'll be giving you a quick blood test and security check." The doctor snapped on a latex glove and Alice flinched.

"Can I ask…why is there a security check?" she asks.

The doctor nods, "Believe it or not, a lot of people try to steal our workers."

"Steal? As in kidnapped?

"Yes that's correct, so we've had to implement a security check to make sure no one is smuggling in any weapons, drugs, or outside tools." the doctor confirms and informs her.

Alice raises a brow, "Drugs?"

The doctor nods as she picks up a blood pricker that Alice recognizes from her tri-monthly check-ups with her own doctor. "That's right, drugs. The androids here are highly sophisticated. They are meant for not only this room but also the outside world when needed. Every android is designed with its own mechanical nervous system, brain panel, and circuitry. They are programmed to be unique."

"That's…amazing."

"Quite."

The doctor pricks Alice's finger then she watches it flood into the vial. The doc smiles and turns back around, she places the vial into a tubular device and faces Alice once again.

"Here comes the awkward part, I'm going to need you to undress for me. You can keep your underwear on though." Alice gulps.

She laughs nervously, "About that…" she says. Her shaky hands open her trench coat and she embarrassingly opens it to her lingerie, the doctor laughs.

"Oh!" she says, "Well that certainly makes things easier." she says, "Please remove your coat so I can do a full rotational check, and step out of your heels." Alice nods and follows the doctor's directions.

The doctor does a quick check over Alice's body, inspects her heels then smiles.

"You're all good Ms. Walker."

"Thank you…"

She turns back to the tubular device and hums, "No disease, that's exactly what I want to see." the doctor says, glancing over her shoulder with a smile. She grabs the machine, takes off her gloves then points to a bowl.

"While our Androids are highly specialized, they cannot procreate, however they do ejaculate. So, depending on your preference you can go bare or use a condom," she says, Alice nods wordlessly and the doc gives her a pat on the shoulder. "Alright then Alice, you're all good to go. Your android will be in shortly."

Alice sighs out in relief when the doctor leaves. She looks around the room once more, picks her coat off the ground, and drapes it on the chair. She peeks into the bathroom and spots a fluffy white bathrobe. "Score." She takes it off the hook and wraps it around herself then ties it.

With that, Alice sits on the bed nervously.

She fiddled with her hands on the bed, took some deep breaths then started pacing the room. When the android still didn't arrive, she moved her heels so they hadn't just been sloppily kicked off where someone could trip.

Alice's head snapped when she heard the door rattle slightly and her heart dropped to her gut.

The door slowly opened and revealed the exact man she had spent five hours customizing on her computer two weeks ago.

Tan, tall, broad. He had dark brown hair, so dark it looked black in this light, slicked and styled back but it seemingly looked effortless. His eyes were brown, he had a strong nose and an angular jaw. He was broad and big and suddenly Alice felt embarrassed.

Is this what she had really wanted for her first time? Was this her dream man?

Yes.

Yes, it was, and he was.

He smiled at her with straight white teeth and her eyes widened.

"Hi.." she breathed out, smiling back out of reflex. That seemed to make him smile wider. He was perfect, and not in a way that made him almost creepy. He looked human, his face wasn't completely symmetrical, one of his eyebrows was higher than the other and his eye was a bit thinner on top. She had asked for that. "I'm Alice…"

"I'm Ren." He introduced. It was the only thing she hadn't been able to customize–his name.

She looked at the floor for a moment, scraping her bare foot against the plush carpet and her eyes flitted back up when she heard the door close and lock.

He walked over to her and her eyes got wider than they were before. He crouched before her with that charming smile, crouched like he was about to propose. One leg bent, slumped slightly and an elbow resting on his knee.

"Don't worry." he said, low and smooth, "Everyone's nervous their first time."

Alice swallowed and nodded, "Thanks."

Abruptly he said, "You're beautiful" Alice blushed and smiled shyly.

"You have to say that."

"I still mean it." he said, then looked her up and down again, looking into her eyes, trailing down her neck then resting for a moment on her bare legs "And I have preferences like any person would." admitted the android and her heart started beating double time.

That couldn't be true. Could it?

"Okay.." she says awkwardly and he chuckled.

He reached for her hand and she let him touch her. This was familiar to her. She had been gently touched before, she had let people put their tongues in her mouth. This was okay. This was safe.

His thumb stroked the back of her hand and she shivered.

"Why don't we go sit on the bed?" he asks. She freezes and he laughs again, "To talk. We have all night for that." That. Sex. Intercourse. Fucking. However you wanted to put it, it was all Alice could think about when looking at this male–android? This artificial man.

"Okay…"

"Good."

He stood from his crouched position and helped her out of her seat, he looked her up and down for the third time, leading her to sit on the foot of the bed. Once sat she stared at him with an awed bewildered expression.

He didn't speak at first, content to just let her stare at him while he held and stroked her hand, soon moving to her wrist and then arm…

"Why don't you tell me about yourself Alice?" he encouraged.

She swallowed and nodded, "Well…I work as the assistant for a sector 19 CEO." she started because it was the most interesting thing about her. He nodded.

"Very impressive." he murmured, "I" 'm a SB009 model, which means I am one of the original androids made for The Den."

She took an indrawn breath, "Really?" she asked nervously and slightly relieved.

"Mhm.."

"So you're experienced."

"Quite."

"How experienced would you say?"

He chuckles, "You're pretty nosy." he teased and she flushed.

"Sorry.." she whispered.

Ren shrugged, "I've been working and living as an escort for 3 years, I work 4 days a week. You can do the math unless you would like me to…" he says, trailing off for the first time.

Alice did not need to do the math. If he was having sex at least once a day for 4 days every week…well, she could see why the blood test was necessary. Did he have to take a blood test? What a stupid question! He was a robot, he didn't have blood. Or maybe he does? His hand feels warm…

"Do you get tested?" she asked quizzically, he laughed, seemingly undisturbed by her question.

"I am…" he cleared his throat, "sterilized after every session."

Alice's eyes widened, "Oh." Did that mean he could just remove…? She cleared her throat and nodded. Neat.

He smiled, "Yes." His hand was still stroking the back of her hand and it made it extremely hard to focus on conversation when the most handsome man she had ever seen was sitting right in front of her, smiling and touching her.

"Tell me more about yourself, Alice. Something that's not work-related. What do you like to do with yourself?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your hobbies," he elaborated and she relaxed.

"Oh. Uhm…" Everything Alice did was boring. She shrugs, "I'm more of an R & R type of person…I like to relax…so I go to the spa a lot, or do yoga classes…" he perks at that.

"Yoga huh?" he says, a glimmer in his eye. Her brows furrowed and she nodded, "You're quite flexible then?" she gulped and nodded once again as he chuckled. "That's good. It's good to keep healthy."

"W-what do you do?" she asks, "You said you only work 4 days a week, does that mean you–"

"Have a life outside of The Den?" he finishes for her and she nods. "Yes, I do. There are few times when I need to sleep so I have a lot of free time." That interested her so she nodded again to signal he had her attention. "Well, let's see..how about I tell you how one of my days would normally go?"

"That sounds good."

"Well, I wake up, take a morning run..shower–"

"You can get wet?"

"Yes. I can be fully submerged in water."

"Can you..drown?"

He chuckles, "No. I cannot drown. I don't need air."

"That's amazing." She says slightly awed, "So..theoretically could you live your entire life underwater?" That gave him a pause but eventually, he shrugged.

"Theoretically, yes, but I imagine that would be very lonely."

"You get lonely?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

She frowns, "Yes but…" he smiles at her like they're in on the same secret.

He ignored her, "After my shower, I finally eat and no, it is not necessary to eat but I can eat and I have a digestive system that disintegrates anything I do eat. I have taste receptors. So while I don't need to, I want to." She wonders how many times he's had to explain this to a client.

Alice was not a scientist nor an engineer, she had no idea how a piece of technology could taste but she nodded anyway.

"Then, if I'm not working, we'll just say this is my day off, I will either go visit friends or do an activity." Friends..he had friends. "After that, I will come home," Where was his home? Did he live in The Den? "And I will usually read or watch something before going to bed."

Ren's life sounded simple. Simple but nice.

"That sounds…very peaceful," she says.

He nods, "Yes."

"Do you live here?" she asks.

He shakes his head, "No. I have a regular apartment unit. I am paid credits for my time here at The Den." Alice's eyes widened at that. He lived like a person. He looked like a person. He acted like a person. Doesn't that make him one? Or is this just an extraordinarily sophisticated list of code? Maybe he was lying. Maybe this was the backstory they created him with. She hadn't gotten to customize his backstory…

"That's all very interesting." she says, "You have friends? Are they androids like you?"

"Most of them, yes. I have very few human friends."

"Why is that?"

He smiled but she couldn't understand what was so amusing.

Finally, he shrugged, "It is just how things have turned out."

"Do you enjoy your job?"

"I…" he paused, "do you?" he asked.

She shrugged as well. "It's work. It pays for the bills." Ren nodded.

"That is what I think as well."

That made Alice's stomach twist. So he would just tolerate tonight? The way Alice understood how androids work was that they had a natural favor for their purpose but now this android was personally telling her he did not enjoy his work but merely did it because it was what he was paid to do.

"Do you get treated well here?" she asked a little quieter.

"Very well," he says.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Tell me more." Alice wanted him to elaborate. She wanted to make sure this man wasn't being treated like some Sector 2 low-class gigolo.

"Well," he seemed to shift positions, then he looked at the bed. "Come lay down with me then I'll tell you." he bargained which shocked her. She didn't know he was allowed to do that. But I guess he didn't owe her anything from his personal life.

She nodded without hesitation, crawling further onto the bed and laying against the headboard. He did the same, one arm thrown over her shoulder and pulling him into her side which made her heart race, and the other doing that same circling motion he was doing on the back of her hand the whole time they spoke. She wanted to know more about an–this android's life.

"Let's see," he says, clicking his tongue. He raises a finger. "I get 60% of the profits The Den makes off my clients." Alice's eyes widened at that. "I'm allowed to reject clients if I don't feel comfortable or attracted to them."

"Attracted?" she asks, "How do you know you're attracted to something?" she asks. He was a robot. He couldn't feel at least, not in the way she could.

"How do you know?"

She thought about that, "I just know.."

"Precisely." he says, "I just know."

Her lips thinned and cheeks flushed as she had two realizations. The one that made her blush was that he specifically accepted her as his client because he was attracted to her.

"Keep going..what else."

"I get maintenance insurance." he then says and she laughs.

"You're kidding" he got health insurance for robots? It was both hilarious and sad that something like that existed.

She was beginning to get more and more comfortable with Ren as he spoke, telling her about all the benefits he received from working at The Den. She even found herself subtly cuddling into him as she listened to him. At some point, she even started to rest her head on his shoulder.

Alice only noticed that when his hand had started to play with her hair. She shivered. This was all very…intimate. She had expected something a lot more primitive. She guessed this was what her money was paying for.

He felt so real and from what he was telling her, (if he wasn't lying) by all means she would consider this artificial man a real one.

She understood now why the Android Protectant Program existed. They discussed android rights with both the human and alien commanders of Omega Station.

"Alice?"

She refocused on him, "Yes?"

He smiled, "Should we get started now that we know each other better?" Alice looks him in the eyes nervously.

"Maybe we can talk some more?" She asked.

He nodded, "We can do that." he murmured, he stroked her scalp, "We can just talk all night if that's what you want." Alice leaned into his touch, sighing softly.

She wanted to take him up on that offer and back out of her birthday goal.

"Today's my birthday.." she says loosely, moving further into his body.

He looked down at her, "Happy birthday Alice."

"Thank you, Ren."

He shifted, turning towards her further, his hand moved from her scalp to her cheek. Stroking it with his thumb and her eyes widened. "Tell me more."

"More?"

"About you.."

"Oh."

She swallowed, and shrugged, getting distracted by his touch. "I'm uhm, 30…single obviously, you already know I'm a PA. What else can I tell you?"

Ren laughed, "I'm sure you're more interesting than that."

Ouch.

"Not really.." she muttered.

"No?"

"No."

"You're single? How many boyfriends have you had?" he asked, trying to dig out more from her. "Who was your first love?"

Her brows rose, "My first love huh?" she paused, "Well, I've had about..5 boyfriends? All of them lasted longer than a year." Until they realized she wasn't going to put out. "As for my first love—" Alice had to think long and hard about that.

Her first love.

She didn't really have one?

If she had, she wouldn't be a virgin anymore, she would have found that one person who she could relax with and trust to take care of her and not make fun of her for her inexperience. She wouldn't be here at all.

"I don't think I've had one yet," she replied, soft and honest.

"Me neither." he sympathizes like he understands.

She didn't want to comment on the fact that of course, he had not had his first love yet. He was a robot. He might feel things like attraction and be capable of taste, but she did not think that meant he could love. She did not think a machine was capable of that. However, she didn't want to hurt his 'feelings.'

His thumb began to trace over her bottom lip and her eyes were falling heavy.

"What did you wish for on your birthday today Alice?" he asks.

Her eyes open back up, and she flushes. "I can't tell you."

"No?"

"No. It's bad luck." She lies. An old earth superstition.

He raises a brow, "Are you religious?"

"No."

He hummed, "But you believe in superstition?"

"Don't you?" she asks.

"No," he says almost automatically. "I do not believe in something that cannot be proved."

She laughed softly, "I forget you're just a piece of machinery." she said lightly, but she realized she'd offended him when his eyes narrowed and that wonderful stroking he'd been stopped.

His eyes slightly narrowed. They both went silent and it felt wrong and awkward. She had been getting along with him so well and she just ruined it.

"I-I mean…" she tried to backpedal but well, what she said is the truth. He was a machine. She looks into his…annoyed? Eyes but failed to come up with a better response before asking, "What do you consider yourself." she asks.

"I am not just a piece of technology," he said and she heard an undercurrent of irritation in his voice. "I am a highly competent, highly sophisticated, adaptable piece of tech." he explains, then takes a breath, "I can adapt just as quickly, if not quicker than a human which is what humans are known for no?"

"Uh…I guess?" She didn't know what humans were 'known' for to androids but to the intergalactic community, they were known as barbaric warmongers. But she didn't think that's what they were talking about here. "You can't feel it though, I think that's what makes humanoid species so special."

Air whistled between his perfect teeth and she knew she said the wrong thing.

"I feel," he says defensively. "I witness a situation and react"

"That's not what feeling is." she says lightly, "Feeling is…I don't know. Inherent. They can't be programmed in. You might be a good mimic but I don't think you feel emotion." She didn't know why she was debating with this android. Why she was pushing him further and further in the way as his…anger rose?

"I feel, I can tell you what I'm feeling now."

"What?" she asks softly. "What are you feeling?"

"Inhuman."

"You are inhuman."

"You know what I mean. You're making me feel like I'm not a person. That I am…just a tool." This seemed to weigh heavily on him and it was clear this was not just a one-off conversation but a hardcore belief of his.

"I…" she's at a loss for words. "I'm sorry." she tries. Cringing when she realizes how disingenuous that sounds. "I didn't mean to make you think that. I think you're a person in a way…" she murmurs.

He seemed to relax, "you do?"

"You have free will don't you? No one has to constantly reprogram their movements throughout the day. You can think and do things because of all the information that has been given to you…that's what people do."

"Yes." he agrees, seeming to get less stiff as she kept talking. "Yes." he repeated softly, "You understand."

"I think I do." she says, "But technically speaking, you are a machine," she says, trying to correct her previous statement. "You're made of wires and circuitry."

"And you're made of bone and marrow, but I don't see how that means anything." she sighs in response. He taps her cheek, "Explain it to me, tell me why you think that makes me less of a person."

"I didn't say that"

"No. But that's what you meant."

"I-" She's at a loss for words. Why did this matter? This isn't what they were here for. She didn't need to do whatever they were doing. "I don't have a good argument for you, I'm not an engineer," she murmurs

"And yet."

"Why do you care?" Can he even do that or was his technical procedure to be argumentative to keep her talking? They certainly weren't connecting…

Or were they?

"Wouldn't you care if some species told you that you weren't what you know you are." he asks then continues before letting her respond, "Wouldn't you want to prove them wrong, especially if you like this person."

Alice's eyes widen and she swallows.

He liked her.

Or so he says.

"You keep comparing yourself to me."

"We are alike," he says, stubbornly.

"Not in the way you think."

"You're wrong."

She sighs, "Maybe."

Wearing her down seemed to please this android immensely. He had gone back to absentmindedly stroke her skin. She was not winning this argument but she wasn't very sure if she cared about that before.

"You said you had few human friends," she says wearily. "Why is that?"

"I'm only friends with people who consider me a real person." Oh.

That was… really fucking sad.

"Do you consider me a friend? I think you're a real person."

He stares at her for a few seconds, his thumb returned to her bottom lip, this time tugging it down slightly. He could slip his thumb into her mouth if she parted her teeth ever so slightly.

"No. No, I don't," he spoke quietly.

Ouch.

She tried not to feel hurt by that. She was just his client after all. She nodded. She wanted to be hurt but he was so damn distracting.

"Do you still want to talk?" he murmured.

Did she?

"I want to tell you something first…" she says nervously.

That seemed to catch his interest, and he nodded. "Go on."

"I…so the reason I'm here–" she started. Rambling a bit about how it was her birthday and how she just turned 30 today she thought this would be a good solution to her problem–" I've never had sex before." she admitted quietly.

She expected this android to laugh at her, or look at her like she was undesirable but he didn't.

"You are?" he asked gently, "You came here so you could lose your virginity?"

"Yeah.."

"You mean, you came to me because you want me to deflower you?" she shivered at his words.

"Y-yes…"

There was a distinct hunger in his eyes that shocked her. She didn't feel ashamed, she felt wanted. This was not the reaction she had been expecting. Questions about why she waited so long? Yes. Indifference? Maybe. But not…Hunger.

He licked at his lips. "Have you kissed before?" he asked and she looked aghast.

"Of course!" she said and he laughed, "Of course I-I have…I've just never gone…well I've

never done anything that involved me taking my clothes off."

He seemed amused by that, "There's a lot you can do without taking your clothes off Alice." her brows crinkled.

"I've only kissed. I've made out with men. I've had a boyfriend, several like I told you."

"Uh huh." he nodded but his mind seemed to be somewhere else. "Alice…"

"Yes?"

"I've been waiting to see what you've got hidden under that damned robe for a full hour now…"

Her cheeks heated, and she squirmed. Her lace lingerie. She had forgotten all about it.

"Uhm…"

"Alice," he said, stroking her face, coaxing her. "Are you ready?"

"Maybe?"

"I need a yes Alice," he says seriously.

She could see that he meant it.

She nodded slightly dazed, "Yes Ren."

The man practically lunged for her. She yelped as he flung himself atop her, her eyes widened and she couldn't help but giggle when he placed her arms spread out like a starfish. He looked back into her eyes.

"Yes?"

She nodded. "Yes."

He opened the robe and sucked in a breath.

"Oh Alice," he said, his eyes slightly widened and lips parted. His hands hovered above her like he didn't know where to touch first. She bit her lip.

Waiting, wanting, needing. She needed him. She wanted him to just do whatever he was going to do because at this point just straddling her hips and staring enraptured by her breasts made her feel good. She needed him to keep touching her.

"I expected them to be small…" he murmured, taking a cupful of her tits with one hand, she breathed out in a whoosh. "This is better," he remarks.

His other hand slipped a finger under the strap of the white bralette and it snapped back against her shoulder. She let out another breath.

"This is nice. Pretty." He said, "Do you want me to take it off?" He asked on tenterhooks. His eyes flitted from her bralette to her face. Up and down, up and down, she could tell when he spotted her nipple in the almost see-through fabric because his eyes stayed there for a long time before he looked back to her face.

"Eventually."

"Thank god." he groaned and she curled her lip into a smile.

"I thought you said you weren't religious?"

"I'm not but maybe for you"

That made her fully smile. He was charming. She could give him that. Alice had to remind herself that this was not as real as she'd like it to be. That she paid him a hefty sum–60% of which would land right into his pocket–to be here, doing this.

He certainly didn't look like he was just tolerating her like she had previously worried.

His thumb with the hand cupping her breast circled her hardened nipple and she sighed in contentment. This was the second time she had let someone do this before. Her very last boyfriend before she swore them off.

His other thumb was tracing the band of her bralette.

He slipped his hand underneath the fabric, watching her face carefully as she did it.

"Yes?"

"Yes." she breathed out.

"Fuck." he murmured, squeezing her breast, she shivered and he circled her nipple. Skin to skin. His other hand went underneath the bralette and she moaned softly and he massaged her breasts, groping her.

"Take it off please," she asked softly.

He laughed bewildered, "Please? You're going to beg me?" he asked, "you don't have to beg me for anything Alice, I should be begging you."

She had no clue how to respond to that.

He was really very good with his words. He made this experience feel a lot more intimate than it probably was. It made her…trust him. Other than the fact he was a professional. He was also giving her a lot of control with him asking if what he did was okay. She liked that. It made her feel safe.

The white lace bralette didn't have a clip so he pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side.

He stared at her bare breasts for a long while and she felt embarrassed about how they pointed in opposite directions from her chest. She moved to cover them but he shook his head.

"Don't do that." he said, then backtracked, "No, actually do it. Touch your tits for me Alice." her eyes widened and her stomach curled. In a good way for the first time.

"How should I…?"

"Whatever feels good," he said, already moving his hands to touch other parts of her body now that she had agreed to take care of her breasts.

He watched her avidly, his eyes flicking between her breasts and face, it seemed he couldn't make up his mind on which he wanted to see. Alice sighed and started to gently stroke her nails over her right breast.

Alice didn't have too much sensitivity in her breasts but doing it in front of someone made it far more exciting for her. She liked Ren's rapt gaze. She gave her breasts a squeeze on both sides then mimicked the way he had circled her nipple. Touching the sides then rubbing the tips.

"Mhm.." he nodded, "Like that." he encouraged and she swallowed.

While she did that, he began to run his hands all over her. He ran a hand down the valley between her breasts, then her ribcage and her soft belly last. It made her feel ticklish, she squirmed a bit but he didn't seem to mind.

As she circled her nipples he stroked her thighs and instinctually she let them fall open. His eyes snapped up to hers and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her thong that he hadn't even gotten the chance to appreciate.

"Yes," she said a bit breathless before he inevitably asked himself.

He nodded eagerly and began pulling them down. She lifted her hips and then bent her knees when they got stuck because she was lying down. He slipped them off one ankle, then the neck, and tossed it wherever her bra had ended up. She was completely naked now.

"Beautiful," he murmurs.

"You..you have to say that," she said, slightly panting out of arousal. She was getting turned on by just his long drawn-out looks. He shook his head.

"I don't." he says, "I could say nothing and skip straight to eating your pussy." he says. Her eyes widened.

"Huh?"

"I do that sometimes. When I'm strapped for credits and need to take on an extra client or two who isn't my type."

"Ren…" she said, breathy. "Don't say that, it's rude."

"Sorry." he looked up at her, "But you are beautiful."

She nodded slightly, "Thank you."

"Mhm.." he hummed, then spread her thighs apart, "Sweet too, you're sweet." he says, "My sweet girl.." the words come out in a gentle purr and his eyes widened when he watched a clear bead of slick drip down her pussy to her ass.

That seemed to set him off, he lifted her hips off the bed and laid her legs over his shoulders.

"You're still dressed!" She said a little panicked. She was nervous.

He grinned up at her, "after." is all he said before burying his face into her cunt.

She gasped and her hands bunched into the sheets, she lifted her hips further to get closer to his already intruding tongue.

"Ren!"

"Mmm…." he sucked and laved, his wide tongue starting with long strips up her seam then getting nose deep into her. His tongue prodded at her entrance and she squirmed.

"Oh..!" she whined. "Wait…!" she was distressed, she felt…weird.

He lifted his head and she whimpered at the bottom half of his face. His skin was shiny.

"What?" he asked like he had been disturbed by something very important.

"I…I don't know," she whispered.

His face softened, "Too fast?" he asked, seeming to calm. She wanted to say yes but she shook her head no. She wanted to feel that again. To try again.

"I'm ready now," she murmurs.

"Yes?"

"Yes." she breathes out.

He dipped his face back between her legs and she shot up this time. Balancing herself on her elbows as he sucked on her clit instead of just brushing over it with his tongue.

She was moaning now, it was undeniable, the keening noises coming straight from her mouth. It made her a little embarrassed. She thought she sounded obnoxious but he seemed not to mind it and used it as a measure of when he could push her further.

One hand was placed on her mound, pulling the skin upwards so he had more access to her clit. It made her hiss. Too much! She didn't stop him though, she squeezed her eyes closed. His other hand slid inside her thigh and then towards her cleft.

He inserted the very tip of his finger into her and she felt the slightest stretch. There was no discomfort, she was too wet for that. His eyes met hers as he slowly slipped the finger in, in one go. Her mouth dropped into an 'o' shape and she was starting to breathe heavily.

His finger was knuckled deep inside her and then he was pulling it out, before he could fully remove himself, he slid forward again. Alice made a terrible sound, something that didn't sound sexy but was primal.

Ren seemed to like that so he did the same thing, again, and again. He sucked her clit and fingered her like an expert–because he was.

Her eyes went closed again and she just let herself feel and hear the wet sensations and sounds.

It sounded downright perverse with the occasional moan and groan coming from the man between her legs. She couldn't bear to look. It was too arousing and embarrassing. But it was finally happening. Alice was going to lose her virginity tonight.

A man–artificial man, was eating her pussy and soon, he'd fuck it.

She could feel something building within her. A heat and pressure that was driving her insane. She wasn't quite sure if she was supposed to be doing something but she could do little more than buck herself against Ren's face and pull at his hair in an attempt to get him closer. If that was even possible.

The feeling was startling and amazing, she whined out Ren's name. Calling for him and her stomach was starting to tighten as her legs locked.

"Oh–!" she gasped as he retracted his face from her thighs.

She looked at him bewildered, they stared at each other for a moment and she had been stunned into silence. She was breathing heavily while he looked at her with a smug grin.

He let her legs fall from his shoulders and backed up just enough to let her watch him remove his shirt. He stood up and unbuckled his jeans next but all she could pay attention to was his muscled torso.

He wasn't lean and lithe–no, she hadn't asked for that. He was broad and bulky, there were defining lines that clued her into his physique but his stomach was a little softer. His arms flexed and bulged. She bit her lip, she couldn't wait until he was on top of her.

He grinned down at her, "I won't ask if you like what you see, because I know you do."

Ren was right.

Alice had completely customized Ren from the ground up. From his body type to the light spackling happy trail that gave way to–oh.

His conservative 5 ½ in member. Which sounded like plenty for a novice like her. She didn't want to be impaled the first time or ever really.

"Yeah…" she nodded and agreed in a daze. It was like he was hypnotizing her. Her eyes flitted to his thick thighs then back to the already hard cock between them. It curved slightly, had enough girth for her thumb and index finger to circle and then there were the veins. She thought–knew those would feel good.

He smiles down at her. All charm.

She lay there like a doll, just ready for him to get back on top of her.

"Though I'd love to see it, I won't ask you to take me in your mouth today." again, another nod though she didn't really digest what he was saying

He put his knee back onto the foot of the bed and it was over from there when he dragged her down and positioned her spread eagle–knees slightly bent.

He kneeled between her legs.

Ren looked at her face while his hands stroked her thighs. "What do you want sweet Alice?" sweet? "Hm?"

She didn't answer because she thought it was rhetorical and he chuckled.

He slightly patted her outer thigh, "Tell me."

"Tell you?" she asked.

"What you want."

She bit her lip a little confused.

"You?" she said though it came off more as a question than a statement.

Ren smiled. "Uh-huh. But what part of me?" he spoke, coaxing her.

"Your…?" she trailed off but didn't finish the sentence.

"Go on, tell me, sweetheart."

Her eyes flitted to the side and she murmured "Your uhm..I want.." she breathed. "I want your cock." she said and his grin broadened.

"That's my girl." he praised and it gave her not only butterflies but a severely aching pussy. "You ready, sweet thing?"

"Yeah…"

"Good." she watched. She couldn't look away, from his hand grasping his stiff cock. He stroked it once, twice–three times. He grabbed her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist, then slid forward.

They both groaned as he slid between her vulva.

He did it a couple of times, bumping her clit with his tip before he seemed to get impatient with that and tease her entrance.

"Ren." she gasped as he moved inside ever so slightly.

"Hm?" he hummed absently, looking at nothing but their soon conjoined parts. "What is it?"

"It…feels weird," she says.

His eyes flit up, "Bad weird? Does it hurt?"

"No…" God no. She was too slick for something like that. Her juices had gone from coating her ass and inner thighs to the sheets beneath her by now. "Just weird…"

His neck strained and his jaw clenched, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

He breathed in relief then slid further in and she keened.

He stopped again, letting her adjust. She stared at him with wide-open eyes, unable to do anything but watch what was being done to her–because frankly, she wasn't doing shit but laying there.

"Uh huh." he murmured, moving in again, just an inch, "gods" he hissed. He glared at the ceiling and paused. "You're killing me."

"Sorry." She wasn't and he seemed to sense it.

Another inch, she gasped, then another, and the both of them moaned. Then, finally, he was to the hilt. He didn't move a muscle. Just stood there with his eyes clenched.

"Something wrong?" she asked softly, a little breathless but mostly just feeling full.

"Not at all. Everything's great." his eyes searched for hers and he cupped her cheek and leaned forward. "Perfect." it was at that moment, she realized they had not kissed yet.

Maybe he seemed to realize it too because he was bending forward, causing her to moan with pleasure and anticipation as he buried himself deeper from the position he was moving into. He moved his hand to the nape of her neck and pushed her towards him.

His lips met hers and he groaned, shifting his hips forward. Rocking against her.

"Ngnh"

Her mouth opened and he didn't hesitate to take advantage of the fact as he explored her mouth with his wet, hot tongue.

This she knew how to do as they teasingly stroked one another's not giving too much or too little but just enough. He thrust forward unexpectedly and she moaned. How was she going to live without this? It took her an entire year to save up for Ren. How the hell was she going to just give this–him up?

His hips shifted again and they both pulled away to breathe out, he wasn't moving in and out, he was pushing himself deeper and deeper, going in, in, in as she writhed around him.

She was beginning to pulse again and he groaned before pulling out.

"What are you doing?" she whined.

He didn't speak.

Instead, he grabbed her by the hips and turned her onto her belly. His hands massaged her ass momentarily but then he was at her cleft.

He slid in without a word and they both groaned in response. There was no need for a waiting period. He could thrust in and out as much as he liked. He pulled out halfway before going into the hilt again. He wasn't going particularly fast but his balls still slapped against her cunt now.

The noises were lewd and wet.

It sounded…squishy.

"Ren.." she called. Gripping the sheets. "Please…" she begged, "Faster."

"Mmm…"

He did as she asked, moving at a quicker pace but remaining deep inside her. One arm was wrapped around her hips to keep her pinned to him and the other was on her ass.

Experimentally, she tried to meet his thrusts and he moaned in encouragement.

He lasted about 2 minutes doing that before he groaned, buckling forward. "Fuck. That's it sweetheart." he hissed. "That's fucking it" she whined in response, her ass slapping against his hips over and over.

Suddenly, she felt vibrations coming from inside her. Her mouth dropped open, eyes peeled back and a hoarse cry came out of her mouth.

She paid extra for that. She forgot all about it completely.

She pushed back against him frantically, fucking herself onto his vibrating cock.

Alice whimpers and Ren pulls her hair to the side, he kisses her shoulder and then buries his face into the crook of her neck breathing her in with another groan. He spoke into her ear, raspily telling her how good she felt.

"So warm.." he murmured. "Your pussy is clenching onto cock so tightly." he hissed.

Her abdomen was tightening, she could feel the pressure of her orgasm growing tighter and tighter and it made her scared. She was making a rhythmic "uhn!" sound nonstop, growing higher and higher pitched.

"Yes." he crooned, "that's it sweet girl, cum on my cock."

"I-I can't!" she wheezed, "Oh no, no, no! I'm scared!" The tightness was so strong she was scared she was going to…she didn't know, but tears were prickling at her eyes and a large arm wrapped around her chest. Pulling her back against Ren's torso, she gasped with an arched back, "Agnh!"

Just before she thought it was finally going to happen, she wailed when he started mercilessly rubbing her clit back and forth. She was yelling–shrieking incoherent words.

"You can baby, cum for me." He encouraged me once more. "It's going to feel so good just let go.."

And she did.

Her voice cracked as she screamed out her orgasm, her toes curling, her back arching as her head flung back against Ren's shoulder. He was fucking into her with no end in sight as this happened and she felt the pulsing of her pussy, she was crying now. All of that pressure released into one big wave of euphoria, Ren let out his own shout of satisfaction and she was filled with an oozing warmth that made her keen.

Then, it was all gone and she was a twitching sobbing mess.

Ren immediately took her down onto the bed, rolling them over so that his back was against the mattress and she was between his legs, she could feel his now soft cock on her lower back as she panted.

"You did so well." he murmured, "So, so good sweetheart." she groaned in response, her eyes falling heavy and tired. His hands were in her hair, stroking her scalp while the other stroked her tummy.

"Ren…" she croaked.

He hummed, "I know." He said, "I know."

Did he know? Because she had no idea what she had been about to say. All she knew was that she felt exhausted and scared and the way he was assuring her of how good she had done was making her feel warm and sleepy.

" 'm tired.." she slurred.

"You can just sleep, Alice." he suggested softly, "I'll be here. You have me all night. I'm here."

The reminder of their time slot made her shiver a bit but she ignored it. She switched to her stomach and crawled atop him, throwing her body on his, and passed out. She heard the faint sound of a chuckle before she was out of it.

In the morning, Alice's eyes fluttered open to the surprise of Ren.

He was still here and it was–her eyes glazed over as she checked her comm for the time–morning. She had thought he'd leave while she was asleep but that did not seem to be the case

She was tempted to wake him up but instead she ever so carefully disentangled herself from his body.

When she was standing she looked down at him. They had fallen asleep above the covers and he was splayed out. His head tilted to the side the same way soft his cock was while it rested on his abdomen.

Again.

She felt tempted to touch him but wasn't that against the rules? Their time was over…

Expectedly, that did not sit well with her.

Instead, she shook her head and snuck off into the bathroom. She needed a shower. She had dried…cum? 'Ejaculate' dried on her inner thighs.

Before she could close the door however it seemed she had woken him up.

Ren strolled into the bathroom with a smile on his sleepy face.

Alice stared at him through the mirror, half curious and half admiring his chest. He walked behind her, draping his arms around her waist before resting his chin on her neck.

She was slightly startled but didn't move.

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously.

"Holding you," he responded easily.

Well of course but...?

"Why?" She asks, concerned but also hopeful.

Alice could admit it. She wanted to see him again.

"Because I want to." he once again responded with ease. It was so simple, wasn't it?

"Why do you want to?" She asks softly.

He looks into her eyes through the mirror, kissing her neck before answering, "Because I had a really good time last night."

"Yeah but..."

"But what?" He was slightly frowning now.

"I hired you."

"I don't care," he said, then paused. "Unless you care. I connected with you last night, did you connect with me?" Alice's eyes widened. How could he possibly just admit that? didn't he have any concern for his heart?

No, because he didn't have one.

She looked back at him, "I did..."

"Good."

"Isn't this against some rule?" she asks.

"What?"

"Asking a client out."

"Uh," his eyes glaze over, and rapidly data scrolls over his eyes. They cleared. "No."

"Really?"

"Mhmm.." he hummed.

This was all so bizarre. Could it be that simple? He wanted to date her so now they were? Life didn't work like that, did it? Alice had been wrong, nothing about this night had been safe nor had she had any control over it whatsoever.

He wanted her. She wanted him. That was simple.

Hell. She decided to take a risk.

"So are we actually friends now?" She asked.

"No Alice," he smiled, "We are certainly not just friends," he spoke and her heart leapt.

She searched his eyes. Did he really like her? He had said so before they had sex but now it felt a little more genuine. She licked her dry lips and he stared at her expectantly. She had no idea how this would work but she was willing to give it a shot. She gave a shy nod.

He grinned. "Yes?"

"Yes."

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Sienna and The Scientist

We've gone from Androids to 🥁🥁🥁 aliens! This one's a little weirder than my last post but such is life.

Literotica summary: Sienna is experimented on by an alien anthropologist.

Critiques are always appreciated I'm trying to improve so that one day I can write an actual novel!

5.5k words, non-con-ish?, oviposition, alien x female reader

Sienna woke with a headache and the smell of ammonia.

Her eyes fluttered open, just barely cracking her lids before they widened at what she found herself looking at.

A white padded room. It wasn't just the cold tile that gave Sienna the chills. She was staring at a prison cell. Every corner had a camera pointing at her, there was a twin bed and a metal sink that had a toilet bowl protruding out of the side.

If the room wasn't enough there was also the fact that she was stark naked, stark naked and shaved. What was once her pussy covered in soft tufts was now completely bare. She rubbed her thighs together and could feel the way her cunt lips rubbed together from the movement now that there was no friction or barrier.

Sienna shook her head, she had bigger problems than her naked pussy.

"H-hello?" she rasped out, "someone?"

She stood and did a full 360, all around her were squares of padded white. No door, not even a gap to suggest one.

She stared at the cameras. Not only was she naked but she was being recorded naked, she banged on one of the padded blocks, and when that did nothing she shouldered against it.

She paced around the room before shouting, "Hello?" she waved her hands, "I know you're watching me!"

She waited for a response.

Nothing.

Sienna began to feel restless, she shouldered the wall once again and hissed when she sunk into the wall. She banged her fists against the material, which was just as useless as all her other attacks.

She walked around the whole square box of the room, looking at everything, which was to say–not much.

How did she get here?

Sienna sat on the bed.

She tried to retrace her steps but the thing was, Sienna had no recollection of the events that led to this room. She could remember her name, her birthday, and the leftover Chinese takeout she ate for breakfast that morning but not anything that happened within the past few hours.

Sienna wasn't going to last long. She was already going insane–she could feel it, that familiar craze you feel in the heat of the moment when you think a man is following you but instead just passes you by.

She started calling out for help again and there was nothing but the echo of her own words. With panic and a twisted gut, tears sprang to her eyes. She pulled at her hair.

She was already breaking, Sienna was not the final girl.

It was so typical really, to be kidnapped. If it was going to happen to someone, of course, it happened to her. She was the weakest link, she could admit that. She didn't do cardio and she didn't lift weights. Her thighs jiggled and her belly was soft.

So sick of her own breathing, Sienna decided to test a theory.

A stupid theory, her brain chimed in.

She looked at the camera, "please let me out," she begged.

She stared off for a moment, one second–two, then three.

Nothing.

She crawled back to the floor, crouched down, planting her palms on the tile. Then. Unceremoniously, craned her head back and slammed it onto the surface.

Sienna groaned, and then she did it again. The pain was agonizing and she could no longer see straight. She was pretty sure her forehead was bleeding. But the sound of the hiss of depressurizing made it all worth it.

Whatever she was here for, it wasn't to be tortured and murdered which made self-mutilation a no-go. She was merchandise.

Sienna tilted her head and nearly blacked out but she saw there was now a long door-shaped hole in the wall.

She almost grinned at her plan to get her kidnapper's attention succeeding until something inhuman stepped through the door. Her eyes bulged. She must have been hallucinating. Green, pale green skin, tall and lean. Four arms. She had just bashed her head into the floor, there was no way what she was seeing was real.

No, it was walking closer, and…and it was talking.

"What do you think you're doing?" hissed the creature.

Sienna gaped like a fish. He spoke a different language, all clicks and hisses, and yet somehow she could understand him!

What the hell was going on?

Sienna scrambled away but she was weak on her feet and stumbled, she was going to pass out. She wiped her nose and realized it was bleeding.

"Let..lemme go." she slurred.

The four armed being moved closer to her. It was prowling forward, baring its sharp shark teeth at her. Holy shit.

Sienna's eyes rolled back and her face fell forward.

-

The second time Sienna woke, she was strapped to a table and staring at her reflection. There were panels of mirrors on the ceiling. She craned her neck and her eyes widened. She hadn't been hallucinating, there was a tall green…something, staring at her.

"You're awake."

"I–"

"That wasn't a question." the creature spoke, once again not in her native language but somehow her brain translated the words for her.

"W-who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here?" she questioned rapidly.

The green being stared at her, she almost thought he wasn't going to answer but–

"You're in a laboratory," he said unhelpfully, "I am the scientist assigned to you, and you are here as my test subject."

"A… laboratory?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"You are on the planet Zorkis."

Sienna's eyes bulged further and her heart rate spiked. She knew that not only from the pain in her chest but because of the incessant beeping of a machine she was connected to. She practically choked on her spit.

"I"m on another planet?" she asked genuinely. Because. Frankly. It was very hard to believe, but then again she was staring at a green 4-armed monster. So what did Sienna really know?

She wasn't getting home, that's for sure.

"This is correct." The alien scientist responded.

Sienna started to struggle against the leather straps horizontally draped over her body. The alien calmly watched her seemingly not caring that she was attempting to escape.

"You will not get out of those." the alien spoke, "not even I would be able to escape those straps and I'm far stronger than you are, pet."

She gasped.

Pet? Is that what he had just called her?

"I'm not your pet!" she hissed, "Let me out of here! Why are you doing this? Huh? Why me?" her voice was getting shrill and she was exhausting herself.

The alien gave a very human shrug, "Why not you?" she swallowed. "Besides…" he trailed, one of his long fingers trailing up her calf, "You're the first human to ever try to self-mutilate so soon," he says like that's a good thing.

It made her interesting.

He was fascinated with her.

"What are you testing me for?" she croaked.

"I've been assigned to learn about your reproductive and mating habits," he said lowly. Reproductive habits? Oh no. No. No. No.

She shook her head, "You can't do that. You can't." she said, the panic once again building up within her.

"I can and I will." he paused, pulling his finger away from the leg he had been stroking. "You see my species has gone through a plague very recently. Nearly half of our population was decimated and we need to rebuild our numbers if there's any hope for the new generation," he explained. "So we have been searching all over the galaxy to find a successful host body. Humans fit the bill."

Sienna stiffened.

No.

No, no, no.

She was going to have a panic attack or throw up or both. Sienna had been brought here to be some sort of baby maker? No way, she couldn't–she wouldn't.

"Now," he spoke, "I am Dr. Xorad and you will address me as such. I will be responsible for you during your stay."

Her ears perked at his words, "My stay? You're going to let me go home at the end of all this?" she could deal with that. Pop-out some half-alien, half-human baby, Whatever it took to make sure she was good to go back home. Fine. Sure. Awesome.

"No." He said, crushing her hope. "You will likely never return home to your home planet but if everything goes well you will be assimilated into my species' society."

Sienna gasps, "No!" she shouts. "Please don't do this, please let me go." she was trembling now, her hands fisted and she began to wriggle around again. "Let me out!" she demanded. "Let me out right now!"

The alien–Dr. Xorad did not respond to Sienna's tantrum, instead, he merely waited until she once again exhausted herself. Sienna breathed heavily.

She was restless but all of her fight had been yelled out of her.

"What are you going to do?" she asks direly.

"I'm going to give you an ultrasound," it says, "then I am going to draw your blood." the way Dr. Xorad speaks makes it all sound so clinical though she was unsurprised that he was unsympathetic to her cause.

"That's it?" She asked nervously."

"No." Sienna's stomach twists.

She licked her lips, "You're a doctor? You've been to medical school?"

"Medical school?" the alien asks, picking up a squeeze bottle, "What is medical school?" Oh god. Was this a translation error or had he really not been given any formal education?

The doctor snaps on a glove and then squeezes a sizable glob of cool blue goo on her stomach. He spreads it around and she shivers.

"It's a place you go to learn to be a doctor," she explains.

"Oh."

"So, did you go to a place like that?"

"No." it says, "Zorkis has no such thing."

She inhales, "Zorkis?"

"The planet we are currently on. My home. Your home."

Before she could say this was not her home, he was gliding a probe over her naked belly. Dr. Zorad seemed very focused on what it was doing.

It didn't wear a lab coat which is what made a doctor in Sienna's mind. In fact, it was completely naked like her. He had a defined torso and nice biceps but where his cock and balls should be was Barbie doll smooth. His thighs were thick and his legs were digitigrade with 3 clawed toes just like the amount of fingers he had. Though she supposed it didn't matter considering he had four arms.

Those arms worked in tandem. One hand was gliding the probe over her stomach, another was scratching at his angular jaw and a third was holding some sort of electronic tablet. She had no idea how a person–or–not person, but an alien, could control four limbs simultaneously like that.

"Do not worry however, I have plenty of experience." he rattles, "I have studied under a mentor for many years. I worked by his side until his death." Oh.

Oh.

"You have a gender?" she asked curiously.

Dr. Xorad paused. "Yes." it–they, spoke stiffly, nostrils flaring. "I am a virile male.

Sienna's lips thinned. "Virile" is not something she cared to hear, nor did she like the fact that this being was a man–male, whatever. What was clear however was that she had bruised his very human-like male ego from her ignorance because he seemed downright icy instead of cold. Speaking of cold….

"Did you shave me?"

"Yes."

Oh.

She shivers.

An alien shaved her pussy.

"You didn't shave my head," she remarks.

"I was informed it was ornamentation for your kind and it would cause you distress if I did." the monitor beeped. One of Dr. Xorad's hands wrote something down on the clipboard.

"Well, if you didn't want me distressed you should have locked me in a padded cell or strapped me down to this table," she says. He looks at her, his black eyes boring into her soul. Finally, he shrugs.

"Maybe not." he merely says.

"I mean why did you have to shave my…?"

"For better access." Sienna made an outraged noise.

"It is easier to see now."

"You're a sick bast–Oh!" she gasped as he pricked her with an IV needle. "Ow." Sienna could've sword she saw an upturned curl on his lips when she was startled.

"Mm." the doctor hums and Sienna sighs.

What was she going to do? How was she going to escape this? She did not want to be poked and prodded at. She didn't want to be tested or assimilated into and she certainly did not want to play human incubator.

"Am I your first human test subject?"

"First and only," he responds as her blood goes up, up, up into the tube, and fills into a blood bag. "It's my job to research you personally."

"But there are others?"

"Yes, and you will meet one soon."

"Just one?"

"For now."

Sienna was beginning to feel nauseous. There were more humans here? How many? The look on Sienna's face must have been obvious because Dr. Xorad freely offered up. "You could be quite happy here. Our older humans have adapted very well, pet," he said in a way she could tell was trying to be reassuring.

"I'm not your pet," she says flatly.

"Then who are you?" he asks.

"Sienna." she offers.

"Sssee-en-nah." he hisses. "It is nice to meet you. You will learn soon that I plan to treat you very well." Sienna eyed him wearily. She didn't want to be treated well, she wanted to get the hell out of there.

Dr. Xorad turns around, pressing some buttons on his machines before saying, "You've come up all clear. No pregnancies, no illness, and no abnormalities." Sienna was surprised. Could he seriously test her blood that quickly? Just what kind of alien tech did they have? Dr. Xorad turned back to face her. "Now we can get started."

"W-what?" she stammered. That sounded way too ominous for Sienna's liking. "I thought that was it…"

"No. Those were merely tests to make sure you were fertile and healthy," he says straightforwardly. Fertile. She was nothing but a baby-maker to this male.

Sienna was snapped out of her depressing thought when one of her straps was unbuckled. He lifted her sleeping wrists above her head and then cuffed her there. He did the same thing with the strap on the bottom, cuffing her ankles. She was spread apart. Finally, he got rid of the middle strap altogether.

She began to hyperventilate.

"Stop," she said.

He did.

"Yes?" he looked down at her. His bottom hands were absently rubbing her ankles and it was distracting.

"I don't want this." she croaks. She wanted to kick him off was what she wanted. "I have a family." Lie. "and a boyfriend." Lie. "A future." Another lie.

Sienna Smith was a 25-year-old shut-in with no friends, a dead mom, and a no-show dad. The only time she left her small studio apartment was to go grocery shopping or to work. She didn't entertain co-workers and she certainly didn't entertain men. If it weren't for her therapist–who would be getting a hefty phone call when she figured out a way home–she'd go through life talking to someone less than twice a month.

"I will be careful," he said soothingly. It didn't help. "I have seen many demonstrations in the following weeks. I know what I am doing."

"Demonstrations…of what?"

He moved his bottom hands from her ankles to her calves, rubbing his palms over her up and down.

He spoke gently, "Human mating." What. "I understand this topic is very taboo to your species but there will be no judgment here in my clinic." her stomach dropped. He was going to fuck her?

She grimaced. She was in for a terrible ride.

"What is the problem?" he murmured seeing her face, he spoke…different than mere moments ago. Instead of the clinical stoic anthropologist he now sounded..kind. Caring. His eyes were looking–which you had to pay attention to or you'd miss it–straight between her legs. Her face heated.

"I–oh!" he was leaning forward now, stroking the tops of her thighs. Sienna squirmed.

"Good." he purred. "This is good." Oh god.

She tried to close her thighs but had no such luck due to her restraints. She could just barely bend her knees inward and that was her only range of motion.

Sienna looked back up to the doctor and gulped. He looked transfixed. She glanced at the ceiling and that's when she remembered the mirror panels. All forcing her to watch this happen to herself.

Somehow watching it from the reflection made it feel more intimate than impersonal so she closed her eyes.

His hands were inching closer and closer to her bare newly shaved–sensitive pussy. She bit her lip and breathed out. Oh god. Oh–

"God!" she gasped out when his knuckles stroked up the seam of her cunt. "Ahgn." her hips wriggled and she strained against her bindings.

"Good," he murmured once more. "This is a good reaction." it seemed like he was talking more to himself than to her at the moment. He dipped her fingers inside of her labia and was met with slick. She whimpered.

His hands were working in tandem. The bottom pair were in her pussy and rubbing her hip and the top pair were travelling up her belly to the valley between her breasts before squeezing them.

"These will grow when you are heavy with my young…" he murmured and her heart stopped.

"Y-your young?" she gasps, "I thought you were my doctor…?"

"I am pet, but I will also be the male who inseminates you."

Sienna couldn't focus on that piece of information at the moment, not when he traced over her clit and her hips bucked.

"Found it."

Sienna laughs then moans. Maybe he wasn't so different from a man after all. He circled her nipples the same way he circled her clit and her eyes rolled back while her hips tilted.

"Mmm…yeah." she moaned.

He glanced at her face, "Positive response…" he murmurs, "Next step.." he slowly edged the tip of his finger into her cunt. She groaned and he slipped the entire digit inside–knuckle deep.

"MMfh!"

"Good…" he said to her, "you are doing very well." he praised and she shivered, maybe this was unlocking a new kink for her. His praise seemed to get her into the moment. When had she started to get into this?

Her eyes were still closed but it wasn't easy to forget that this was not a human doing this to her. Not with his four hands stimulating her everywhere. Her thighs splayed out. She was pulsing around his single finger and it felt amazing when he curled it upward.

Another squeeze to her breast, "Do you want more?" he asked.

"Yes…" she moaned without hesitation, "Please yes."

When she was rescued she wouldn't include this part.

At her acceptance, he prodded her with another finger, but he prodded her excellently. His two fingers curled and his other hand started circling her clit fast at the same time. A noise that couldn't be described as attractive burst from Sienna's throat.

She pulled against her restraint and he chuckled.

"Easy pet," he murmured.

"Aghnn, please untie me!" she begged. He eyed her, his eyes flickering between her contorting face and what was going on between her legs. "I should…"

She whimpered, "please? I want…I need to touch you."

Dr. Xorad's eyes widened. It had not occurred to him that was even an option or possibility. He kept her legs strapped to the table but unbuckled both her wrists.

Immediately, Sienna's hands began to reach for the doctor's.

She held them against her breasts and showed him exactly how she liked to be caressed here as she panted, squirmed, and whined.

"Doctor…" she moaned, "I need more.." she whispered, "More please."

"More?"

"More…" she whined.

He looked down at her. There had been another thing he wanted to try…but every lesson he had learned on human reproduction advised against it until a deeper bond was formed with his assigned charge.

Still. Dr. Xorad could not help himself. He unstrapped her left leg, draped it over his shoulder, and gave her pussy a lick.

"Ye-ES!" she hissed. She bucked into his face, nearly sobbing. It had been so, so long since she had someone else touching her. Years of masturbation just wasn't the same and at the age she had finally gotten around to doing her firsts, it wasn't exactly great.

Dr. Xorad removed his fingers and replaced them with his wiggling tongue.

"Doctor!" she gasped. He let out a rumble in response, his head buried between her legs. She was spread and ent open, the last restraint was on her right ankle and she didn't even care that she was nearly free.

All she cared about was enjoying this for as long as possible.

Her eyes opened and she watched as Dr. Xorad ate her pussy from above. His back muscles flexed and his ass looked tight. He was groaning from between her thighs.

He pulled back, "I should be recording this session," he said quietly, giving her clit an opened-mouthed kiss. "You're being an exemplary charge. This would have been a very informative document to have." Sienna agreed.

Dr. Xorad was doing a wonderful job at licking Sienna's weeping pussy. She could feel her own slick running down her slit to her ass. The fact that she was hairless made it even better. She'd never been bare before but she felt so much more sensitive shaved like this. Everything was hypersensitive.

Sienna was overwhelmed by all 4 of Dr. Xorad's hands, her breasts were being groped, her pussy licked and clit rubbed. She was going to explode soon. Her hips were thrusting to meet his tongue inside her cunt. God help her but she was going to cum because of an alien anthropologist.

"Doctor!" she called again, her voice high and shrill. She could repeat nothing else but a combination of expletives, his name, and god's.

"Because you're being such a good girl–" he pulled back and she nearly cried, her hips were still humping the air, her pussy pulsing on nothing. He looked down at her, captured for a moment. She could feel tears welling in her eyes.

"Please." she croaked. "I need you!"

That seemed to do the trick. He wordlessly nodded and was now holding a squeeze bottle of some sort of gel that reminded her of the ultrasound goo. He goated his gloved fingers in it, then, he was fucking her again with his fingers. Something was happening inside. She felt warm, tingly, and filled.

She screamed, her inner walls contracted against her own volition, she was twitching and she held onto Dr. Zorrad's shoulders for dear life as she jolted up to a sitting position. Her eyes closed, squeezed tight and her toes began to curl.

She was clenched so tightly, panting and wailing until it all relaxed and warmth filled her abdomen, then, she was gushing.

Dr. Xorad had just made her squirt with his magic fingers and magic gel.

She was crying. Full ugly tears as her hips met his fingers thrusts.

He was right beside her, soothing her with praises, telling her how good she was doing but she wasn't crying because she was in pain or distress, she was crying because this was the best orgasm of her life.

He was guiding her through her orgasm, inserting and curling his fingers inside of her and hitting her g-spot over and over, his thumb rubbed over her clit at the same time and he had gone from groping her breasts to stroking her face. It felt..intimate.

Especially with all his crooning into her ear.

She was gasping, her body still pulsing as she sucked his fingers deeper into her

channel. He let out another rumble.

"Very good," he hummed.

Sienna was spent. She looked at her body from the mirrors above her and she was splayed out loosely, her limbs limp. The doctor ran a hand through her hair and muttered something she could not discern.

He unstrapped the other buckle on her right foot, then, dragged her forward so her bottom half was hanging off the edge of the table.

"What're you doin..?" she asked, lifting her head and her eyes widened.

Dr. Xorad did not appear to be as sexless as he appeared. In fact, currently, there was a slit opening–pulsing as she watched him dip his fingers inside, teasing something out while he lowly hissed. She watched as his fingers stroked the inner walls of his slit. It reminded her of her own pussy, wet and pink on the inside.

Instead what emerged was his cock. Long and already hard, completely hairless like the rest of his strange body. One of his hands stroked himself root to tip while the others were positioning her once again.

"Ohh..wait I don't think I can…"

He stood between her legs, rubbing his lubricated cock against her sloppy slit. She whimpered, her eyes rolling back.

"Fuck it…just stick it in," she said plainly. Her body was trembling with anticipation and the aftershocks of her first orgasm.

He grunted in response and nodded. But before he inserted himself inside her, he fingered more of that magic gel inside her pussy and she was whining again. Her pussy pulsed on nothing and she already felt close to orgasm.

He slid inside her in one ruthless motion.

They both groaned out.

"So tight." he hissed, "You already milk my cock."

"Mmmm…" she had no words for him, she was too busy enjoying the ridges of his cock inside her that she hadn't noticed. She bucked when one of those ridges rubbed her g-spot.

He bent over her and began to thrust, out slowly then in hard. Their skin slapped together and she could feel not only the gel mixing with her fluids, but his as well. This moment cemented Sienna as the weakest link.

But if being the weakest link meant getting fucked like this she didn't care. She was ruined. She was addicted to Dr. Zorad's fingers and cock, with–preferably–or without the gel.

She was making an awful keening noise in the back of her throat, a whine that reminded her of a dog begging for a bone. Tears were still trailing down her eyes and she was sure her face was scrunched in the ugliest ways.

Sienna did not think about being sexy for Dr. Xorad, she simply enjoyed what he was giving her and he seemed to have no complaints. In fact, he seemed to be having a wonderful time if the groans above her were any sign.

He lifted her legs, pushing the backs of her thighs so the tops pressed against her belly, her calves rested on his shoulders and Sienna screamed at the deep reach he now had.

"Oh, yes, yes!" she gasped, "Please keep fucking me, doctor!"

He gave her what seemed to be a pained smile, "I don't think that is the problem, pet." she moaned. "It's stopping I fear for." he thrusted, once, twice, three times–and then there was a warm watery liquid being sprayed inside her. She yelped in surprise.

He had cum and given her absolutely no warning.

When she expected him to stop however he didn't. He was still hard and still pounding at her pussy like a madman.

"Mmm, what's happening?" she moaned.

"I..hngf, I am quite built up," he spoke, his brows were furrowed and he was giving her fast shallow strokes now. "I predict I will need to ejaculate 4 times before we can complete this session."

"4 times?" she questioned bewildered, then her back arched and she could feel the familiar ache in her abdomen, "why so many?"

"I cannot fertilize you until I am completely spent," he explained clinically. The air whooshed out of Sienna. She remembered her purpose here. Baby-maker.

"Wait–" she spoke panicked, still breathless any whiny, "You can't do that! I don't want to be pregnant!"

He stroked her cheeks with his top hands, "Calm now, pet." he crooned, "I assure you I will take very good care of you during your gestation."

"But doctor!" she wailed, her legs were locking again and her thighs began to tremble, "I-I don't want–Ah!" she screamed, releasing once again. Pushing his long cock out momentarily before he forced himself back in. He groaned and once again she was filled more with that cool watery substance that leaked out of her along with what she produced.

Sienna's eyes rolled back and all the fight in her had vanished. She was far away from this room now. Far away from Dr. Xorad and only concerned about her aching pussy that still craved another release.

She laid there limply while Xorad kept pushing. Her body jerked, being shifted up and down as he worked above her. She could do nothing but take it.

There was a gentle squeaking sound mixed in with everything as the metal examination table she was on was completely covered in their fluids and her skin was rubbing against the material.

"Nearly there, pet," he murmured. "This will all be over soon."

She wasn't sure if she wanted it to be over.

"Then you can take a nice rest."

Oh.

Well, that did sound nice considering her eyes were beginning to fall heavy. Of course, she couldn't sleep. But she could do little more than whine and slowly roll her hips to meet Xorad's.

His top hands were squeezing her breasts and teasing at her nipples while his bottom hands gripped her thighs. He did all the moving for her, pulling her back and forth on his cock. She was like his personal fuck toy.

From everything she had heard about the experiment, baby, and assimilation, that statement seemed to be far more accurate than she originally thought.

Another blast of watery liquid flooded through her and she groaned. Dr. Xorad momentarily collapsed atop her. His head resting on her chin. She absently stroked his bald head.

He purred.

"Turn for me," he murmured, seemingly tired in his own right as his voice was turning lazy.

Sienna had no idea what that meant until he was pulling out of her. A gush of fluid came out when was unplugged.

He gently moved her onto her hands and knees and Sienna wasn't so sure she could maintain this position for very long but she had always liked doggy more than missionary so she would try.

"I've seen humans do it this way as well." he says, running a hand over her ass, squeezing it, "Is this suitable for you, pet?"

"Yes…" she sighed, "It's very suitable."

"Good."

She nearly fell face forward when the examination table began to lower. She looked around and realized Dr. Xorad had pulled a level so his cock could be at an equal level with her hole.

Neat.

He aligned himself with her, then, slid home. She moaned roughly, backing up against him, impaling herself. She rocked back and forth on his cock and he began to breath heavily.

"This is not how I saw it done," he murmurs.

Sienna moaned, "This is how I like it." she arched and unarched her back, controlling the pace this time. She was steady and a little weaker than usual but she felt more awake now that he was so deeply buried inside her.

"This will be good for insemination," he seemed to be thinking the same thing, "my eggs will be buried deep inside you."

"Shuddap." she slurred. He was ruining the moment for her.

"Hm." he hummed, not seeming to be offended but not amused either.

They moved together.

"Pull on my hair." she murmured, "I like that, and…grip my hips."

Dr. Xorad did exactly as she asked and Sienna moved faster, the alien behind her groaned. Praising her in his hissed language. It made Sienna feel like she was more than mediocre at sex, it made her feel like a pornstar.

She didn't mind fucking an alien so much.

At least not until he started bucking against her and dug his sharp nails into her hips.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

He growled with a thrust. Moving so fast against her she could barely even feel him inside because of how slick she was. The only thing that told her he was still inside were the ridges that scraped against her inner walls

Finally, something seemed to snap in the doctor, he let out a long drawn-out hiss and he slumped forward. He was pressing against her back as he let out a high whine. He was cumming again, but this time it was not the watery liquid she had grown familiar with.

This time, she filled her up in a completely unnatural way.

She was being inseminated.

It was overwhelming, the eggs he was talking about putting inside her were pulsing in their own right and she could feel them travelling inside of her. They rubbed and scrubbed around her walls and her eyes rolled back as she too slumped forward.

She fell belly first against the table, twitching as she was being impregnated.

"That's it, pet." he slurred, "you're going to be a wonderful host."

Host. Dear god, what had she done?

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glory hole but its for monsters in heat. not knowing what kind of cock (or cocks) you're about to be stuffed with until you're being fucked relentlessly by a minotaur who's huffing and puffing from the other side of the curtain talking about how good your tight human hole feels or a werewolf knotting you and promising to fill you up with his pups

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Anna and The Auction

Anna is stolen by space pirates and prepared for auction

I tried 1st pov this time! let me know how you guys like it!

Warnings: noncon, fingering, no sex

F!human x M!alien lizard , 2.4k words

Part 2

When I woke up from bed this morning in my res-unit, I did not expect to be abducted by space pirates.

Alas, now that I’ve been hogtied and thrown in a cage on my way to Neo Nebula; home of the depraved. I’m starting to get worried. At first, I thought they were going to keep me for themselves but now that I know we’re on our way to Neo Nebula Station I know whatever is going to happen to me is far worse.

Bad shit goes down there, from drugs to selling illegal weapons or even human trafficking. I know what’s waiting for me won’t be nice.

I’m not alone either, there’s several cages—several other girls whimpering and crying all around me and it’s driving me fucking insane. Maybe if I was alone I could think for a minute, and come up with some sort of plan but because all I can hear is weeping. I’m losing my mind and morale.

I can’t even tell them to cry quietly, my mouth has been gagged and all I’ve been tasting for the last two hours is spit-soaked cotton.

It could be worse I guess, I haven’t pissed myself. Unlike some of the girls if the smell in here is anything to judge by. Being hogtied is already pretty uncomfortable, I can’t imagine sitting in my wet piss while being hogtied.

I shift around uncomfortably and grunt as my forehead presses against the cage. I feel like an animal. I’m pretty damn sure this cage was made for animals.

My ears strain to listen to my alien abductors over all the wailing going on.

“Must…then…drop off.” How helpful.

I hear the hiss of the door depressurize and crane my neck to see one of the aliens—the biggest of the three space pirates come in the center of the room. This causes an influx of whimpers and cries and garbled speech which roughly translates to “Please!! Please let me go!!” Or so I assume.

He says what I’ve been wanting to say this whole time, “Shut up.” he growls or, rather, hisses, he’s one of those giant lizard folk. I don’t know the real name for his species, not like it matters, I don’t really care about formality right now.

Because I’m the unluckiest girl in the galaxy, he comes straight for my cage and squats down in front of it. I stare at his ugly snout and glare. It’s…a pretty pathetic glare considering I have saliva spilling down my lips and I’m kind of rolling back and forth on my belly.

He pokes a claw through the bars of my cage and brushes a lock of my hair back behind my ear. “You’ll do lovely in the slave markets.” he rasps and my eyes widen. “A human girl like you will break so prettily” I struggle and spit—literally—curses at him through my gag.

He walks behind my cage and begins to slide me forward. I scream and kick my bound legs in defiance. He chuckles

“The fighters always sell the best…” The lizard hums. “But first, we must prepare you.”

~

Unfortunately, when I am freed from my bondage, I’m put directly back in it.

Despite my fighting and flailing after I had been taken out of my cage and unbound, the lizard man was too strong for me to fight off and had me tied up within minutes.

I hadn’t even gotten the chance to run away.

Cuffed spread eagle on a metal frame was not on the bucket list…but yet, here I am. On the up, I’m ungagged and get to say things like…

“F-fuck you!” I chatter at the lizard man as I’m sprayed head to toe with freezing water. My nipples harden and the lizard begins to scrub me down with a rag and liquid soap. Cleaning the merchandise I suppose. I struggle against the padded cuffs but I’m stuck and forced to stand in an x shape.

I’m completely at this alien’s mercy and we both know it.

Shivering, I ask. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Sell you.”

“Why me?”

He smiles, slowing his scrubbing to a light glide over my thigh. “Because a pretty human like you will sell for many credits.” He says, then rubs between my thighs with the cloth. I scowl at him and he pays me no mind.

The lizard man pauses his ministrations and pets my pussy hair, he tsks, “Too bad we’ll have to remove this.” his claws rake through the hair and I shiver with gritted teeth. This creepy motherfucker.

“You’re going to remove my hair?” I ask, scandalized.

“Yes.” he nods with a look as if to say ‘what a shame’, “Buyers prefer it this way,” he explains and I grunt.

Great.

True to his word, he walks over to a machine after I’m washed clean and says “Close your eyes if you don’t want them burned out of your skull.” I reluctantly listen to his orders. Hearing a beep, I feel a warm presence radiate off my body from the neck down, and I know I’m getting my hair removed by laser. I’m familiar with this cosmetic procedure, having seen it advertised in the bazaar of my home station.

Once it’s over, I open my eyes.

Noticing he’s behind me, I ask “What now?”

“Now we make you soft.”

I frown then yelp when I feel his scaled—slick hands over my shoulders. I grunt as he massages them. I won’t lie. After being hogtied and having to stay in that position for multiple hours, this feels pretty good.

Still, I keep my eyes forward and my jaw tight. I don’t want to look at his ugly face, not that I can even turn around. I don’t want to think about my situation right now, not while I’m getting some sort of reprieve.

His palms dig into my shoulder blades and I groan, he leans forward, right next to my ear, and murmurs “I will take great care with you pretty human.” my eyes squeeze shut and I spit out another insult that he just laughs at.

I bite my lip when he gets to my lower back, holding back a moan.

He moves down to my calves, ankles, and even presses his thumbs into the soles of my feet. He oils my toes and between them, coating every bit of my body.

Things turn awry when he gets to my ass.

“Watch it!” I hiss when he dips his hand between my cheeks.

“Careful,” he purrs, “With an attitude like yours, you’re going to be punished very often by your new masters.” I gasp in outrage when he dips his hand back between my butt cheeks. “Or would you like that little one? Do you want me to give you a preview? Spank you and turn this lovely round ass red?”

“Go to hell.” I seethe.

He moves in front of me and I glower up at him. He smiles at me and runs his claw over my cheek. “You’re lucky I’m here little human, Nauru wanted to send you to the arenas because of how unruly you are but I convinced him your new master would love breaking you in.” He cups me between the legs and I gasp, “If you don’t want this pussy fucked raw every day, you better learn to play nice.”

I flinch back. The arenas…is a nicer name for what is more commonly known as the Neo Nebula sex dungeons.

All of this is starting to catch up with me and I’m starting to panic. I can’t go to the dungeons. I can’t. I wouldn’t last a day. Humans are one of the smallest species in the galaxy. How am I ever going to escape if everyone is physically stronger than me and I’m constantly restrained? I have to be smart about this, I have to—

I gasp as the lizard man’s warm oiled hand grazes my cleft. Then. He runs his entire hand over my mound. I squirm.

“Stop it.”

“Every part of you must be treated.”

My heart races, he runs his hand over my pussy again.

“I-I said stop!”

He ignores me and continues.

This goes on for a couple of minutes. He doesn’t actually dip inside but he does enough rubbing to nudge at my clit and it’s making me feel…weird. Yeah. We’ll go with that word.

He digs his knuckles into my hip bones next and runs his palms over my belly with his oily hands. Then he cups both my breasts in his large hands and begins to squeeze and fondle them. I grit my teeth as his thumbs circle my peaked nipples. He rubs the tender tips. I whimper.

“Stop.” I repeat for a third time, slightly breathless.

He grins, “This arouses you, yes?”

“No,” I say pointedly even though I can feel that familiar ache in my core.

“Then be quiet.” He hushes me and I snap my mouth shut.

After some more fondling, he moves to my shoulders…then back to my breasts…then…back to my pussy.

“I thought you said…a-ah!” My complaint is cut off when he dips his slicked knuckles into my pussy and begs to caress my labia, I whimper, I’m wet. Not just from the oil but from all the massaging of my mound from earlier. I can’t even squeeze my legs shut because of the way I’m chained up. “W-what are you doing? You already did this part!”

“Not inside,” he murmurs. “Have to get all of you.” he insists and I twitch.

“You’re a perverted freak,” I growl.

“You like.”

“No, I do not!”

He purposefully runs his knuckles over my clit, back and forth, back and forth and I whine. He gives me a look as if to say, ‘see? look how horny you get as I molest you.’ I shake my head and close my eyes. This is not happening. I am not getting turned on by one of my captors. This is just a regular bodily function and—

His claws retract and the tip of his finger probes at my hole. I gasp.

“No, no, no—Aghn!” My hips flex up as he inserts his finger knuckle deep and curls it inside. I groan. His other hand comes to play and begins rubbing my clit.

“Stop it,” I whisper, this time, humiliated and horny.

“You like,” he repeats, curling his finger once again and making me moan as if to prove a point.

“No…” I mewl.

"Yesss.” He hisses, his forked tongue flicking out.

I start gasping as he begins to pull his finger out halfway, then back in, fucking me with his long alien finger. He rubs my G-spot and clit in tandem and I writhe against the table, crying out.

I need to resist. I have to resist, resist, resist—

A second finger is inserted and a third prods at my asshole.

“No!” I squeal, “Wait, no! I’ve never—!”

“Must prepare all holes for buyers,” he growls, then sloowly prods his way into my puckered asshole. I cry out a garbled moan and my body thrashes back and forth because it’s the only way I can move as I’m assaulted by pleasure.

“That’s it human. Accept your fate. You will make a nice fuck toy.” He purrs in my ear, working both my holes and clit.

“No!” I wail.

I can feel that familiar heat building inside me, rising in my core and tensing my abdomen and tummy. I don’t want to cum, I don’t—but I need to.

My hips begin to buck and my thighs quiver.

It rises and rises and—

"Ahh!" I cry, humping frantically against the alien’s hand as best I can while restrained, my mouth gaping open and my toes curling as I clench my cunt and asshole against his thrusting fingers.

He slows his fingers down as I come down from my high, exhausted, and limp as I dangle from my cuffs. my head lolls to the side.

“Good job little toy.” He murmurs, “Now you are prepared for auction.”

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Ophelia and The Orc

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Literotica summary: Ophelia gets eaten by an orc

Critiques are very much appreciated

2.8k , orc x female reader

Ophelia watches with big round eyes, her stomach twists and her cheeks heat at the offensive sight. Betsy was a good woman, a good wife and yet here she was on her hands and knees being…savaged by an orc.

She felt sick–betrayed. How could Betsy do this to her husband? To herself? She had children for god’s sake!

The sick sounds of her vulgar moans filled Ophelia’s ears as she watched her breasts sway from being pummeled into so viciously. Poor innocent Ophelia was aghast, she couldn’t possibly understand why anyone would want to be victimized in such a way. To get pleasure from it. It was…sinful!

Just before she could run off, she suddenly was grasped about the waist–a hand covering her mouth when she shrieked in muffled surprise and terror.

“Mmph!” she struggled against her attacker but it–no–he was far too strong. She looked up, the back of her head hitting the creature’s chest. An orc. A real one. Right in front of her face. Touching her.

It–he, smiled at her. Ophelia mistook it for baring his large sharp teeth at her. She stared at his pointed tusks in horror. She struggled further and he chuckled.

“Easy.” he rumbled, low and dark.

He was huge–bulky and big. Everything about him screamed inhuman. His green skin. Pierced pointed ears and black eyes. Ophelia felt faint.

Betsy let out another groan from behind the two of them and the orc’s ears twitched. He looked over at the sight and a small grunt escaped his lips, he looked back down at Ophelia. “Are you next?” he asks slightly smirking.

Ophelia’s eyes widened even further, practically bulging out of her sockets. She shook her head furiously.

“Hm..” he hummed, removed his hand from her mouth then stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “Shame.”

She gulps. Shame?

Ophelia looks the orc up and down once again. She really looked at him and…there was a certain attractiveness about this orc. His strong jaw, sharp nose, and strong brow–it was all an approximation of a human man. He was just so…masculine, everything about him screamed male, and that both captivated and repulsed Ophelia.

There was also the fact that he was well-groomed. Which shocked her. She had been told all her life that orcs were dirty senseless animals that only knew violence. But here she was, safe and sound (at least he hadn’t proved to be violent yet) next to an orc that smelled like pine. Her cheeks flushed pink.

The orc seemed to know exactly what Ophelia was thinking because his smile grew wider and he cupped her chin–Ophelia’s lip quivered.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs, “Aren’t you curious, small one?” he baited–knowing full well that of course Ophelia was curious. Not about that–well, okay, not just about that. But it was a little hard not to think of that when she could still hear the dirty sounds echoing through the forest. They were getting louder, she could hear the orc that Betsy was with starting to make his own perverted noises.

“I-I…” she shook her head, “No…I…” her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. She was so overwhelmed with what was going on in front of her and what was going on behind her.

Her lack of answer didn’t seem to deter the orc but fueled him further as he moved closer into her space. Backing her up against a tree. “No?” he mocked gently, “You lie, badly,” he murmured, leaning downwards and Ophelia thought for a moment he was going to kiss her but instead he lowered his head down and traced his nose against her jaw, inhaling deeply then letting out another rumble deep from his chest.

He was smelling her. Not only that but she jumped when she felt the wet warmth of his tongue follow after. Tasting her skin, she shuddered. Was he going to eat her?

The orc began to nibble slightly on her ear lobe and Ophelia squeaked in alarm, “Please don’t eat me!”

He pulled back quickly, looking at her face–seemingly searching her eyes to see if she was being serious. She was. He chuckled heartily, seemingly uncaring about the fact that there was a copulating couple just a few feet away from them.

“Eat you?” he asked, “Why would I do that?” his words seemed genuine but then again there was a certain hunger in his eye that made Ophelia nervous. Then there was the bit about licking her and the sniffing and…it was all making her rather flushed, her thighs rubbed together under her nightdress and she felt a strange wetness.

“Stop it.” she whimpers. “You’re an orc.”

“I am.”

“Orcs eat people.”

He raises a brow, “people?”

“Women. They go missing and then…” She looks at him expectantly, and then Ophelia hears another guttural moan from behind and her nose crinkles. The orc laughs smoothly. “Why are you even here?” she asks accusingly. Was he planning to do that to Betsy too? Were they going to take turns? She shudders at the idea.

He shrugs. “Keeping watch.”

“Keeping watch?” she says in disgust, “You’re voyeurs?” he looks amused but shakes his head.

“Some orcs are, but I’m keeping watch for soldiers.”

“Why would you do that?” What business would a soldier have here? They didn’t seek out orcs, they protected the village.

His face darkens slightly but he shrugs, “It is not safe. There is danger.” Ophelia scoffed. Of course, there was danger. He was the danger. She turns her face away from his but that dark look fades from his face back into an easy smile and he forces her to look at him with a gentle hand. “Why are you out here?” he asks in return. “Are you a voyeur?”

Ophelia’s face heats. “No!” she huffs, “I’m…I just…saw..I was making sure…I..” her words trip up and she looks at him guiltily. “It’s like you said, there’s danger in these woods. I wanted to make sure Betsy–” moans, and Ophelia scowls. “I just wanted to make sure she was alright.” she nudges her chin in Betsy’s direction.

“I’d say she’s more than alright.” the orc smirks.

She gasps, “You’re perverse!”

“Yes.” He smiles, “But you like that,” he rumbles, getting even closer to her space. “You smell delicious,” The orc says and Ophelia shudders. “You smell aroused.”

“W-well I’m not.” she holds her hand out, a gesture for him not to come any closer but he doesn’t listen. She shivers again when he palm touches his muscular chest. He grins down at her. “I’m engaged,” she says, and he gently grasps her wrist which makes her bite her lip at the feeling of his warmth seeping into her skin.

He kisses her fingertips, then, sucks down on one of her fingers. Ophelia watches with a dropped mouth as he removes her engagement ring, swallowing it.

“Not anymore,” he says raspily.

“You can’t just–!” she gapes at the orc. What would she tell Michael? How would she ever explain losing her engagement ring? “Why did you do that!” she asks furiously. Though the orc didn’t seem phased by her anger at all, in fact, he seemed amused by it – if the twitch of the corner of his mouth was anything to go by.

Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling them chest to chest. Ophelia gasped in outrage but the orc just smiled at her. “I can do whatever I want.” he purrs, “this is my forest, small one.”

Ophelia’s cheeks heat and her heart races as the orc begins to massage her hips.

“S-stop it!” she demands, trying to pull away but stuck within his grasp. “You fiend!” she hisses.

“Come with me…” the orc offers, “and I will show you a pleasure you have never felt before.” he coaxed. The offer disgusted Ophelia. She would never! She was a good girl. A godly woman and soon-to-be wife! The only man she belonged to was Michael and she wouldn’t let an orc spoil her body before her wedding or ever for that matter.

But as he crowded against her and took her chin gently between his fingers… Ophelia felt a heat build in her belly.

“No…” she whispered, “No.”

“Shh…” the orc hushed, murmuring in her ear. “Relax.”

His face came closer and closer to hers–his lips, hovering just over her own.

“Stop,” she begged.

So gently, he grazed his lips over Ophelia’s and she whimpered. Her legs going weak. She stupidly chased after his mouth as he pulled back and that was when the Orc had known he’d won.

“Stupid orc…” she murmurs, “You’re a no good…no good..” The curse came out of her mouth almost inaudibly and the orc only chuckled in response.

“Garrek.”

“What?”

“That’s my name small one, Garrek. Can you repeat it for me.” he coaxed. Her eyes flitted up to his and she repeated his name quietly which made him smile. “Now, tell me your name.”

“Ophelia.”

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

She scowled, “Do you say that to all the human women you seduce?”

“I don’t know.” he spoke with a smile, “You’re my first human.”

That shouldn’t have meant something to Ophelia but it did. It made her think she was special. Maybe this was something more than cruel seduction on his part.

The orc–Garrek, led Ophelia away from the tree–away from the coupling duo and brought her to an alcove, a small cave that Ophelia wordlessly entered. Garrek’s hand rested on her lower back and he guided her to some furs on the ground.

“Sit,” he murmured, and she did so obediently.

Once they were on the ground, Garrek pulled Ophelia into his lap and he smiled down at her with his sharp menacing teeth.

His large hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs rubbing her blushing flesh. Ophelia squirmed slightly which only seemed to make Garrek’s smile broaden. Sitting like this, with him caressing her, Ophelia was slowly relaxing against her better judgment.

“Why…why me?” she asks quietly, “Am I really the first human woman you’ve ever tried to…seduce?”

“Yes.” he replies, then shrugs, “Why not you? You’re here…and you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in slightly. She sighs and he leans even closer. “Will you kiss me?”

“I…” she whispers, eyes darting to his lips. They looked…soft. And green. She had to remind herself. She sniffed, looking away.

He took her chin gently and turned her face, Ophelia’s breathing stopped and she was so close to kissing him. If she so much as breathed, their lips would graze against each other. Her traitorous eyes fluttered closed on instinct.

“Just do it…” she whispered. Waiting. Wanting.

Garrek’s lips touched hers with no further warning and she was damned.

He felt warm to the touch, his lips slotting perfectly with hers. At first just a gentle peck and then a longer drawn-out moment. His tongue flicked out against her bottom lip and she gasped. Wrapping her arms around his thick neck, she kissed him back.

His hands trailed down her back to squeeze her hips. Slowly, he laid her down on her back. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, sucking gently on the skin.

“Mm..”

Ophelia had never been kissed like this before, not by anyone–certainly not by her fiance. She couldn’t believe she was letting someone who wasn’t Michael kiss her. How would she ever be forgiven for this…not that she planned to tell Michael. Gods no. Never. She would die before actually confessing that she was letting an orc touch her!

Garrek’s lips moved from her jaw to her throat, licking down the column of her neck.

“Don’t eat me,” she warned, breathless and he laughed. “Ah–!” He ripped her shift open by the neckline, revealing her breasts. “What are you doing–?” she gasped once more, feeling his hot mouth on her hardened nipple.

His hand squeezed her other breast, covering the entire thing with his palm. “Don’t worry. I won’t eat you…” he rumbled, lifting his head from her breast, “at least not in the way you’re thinking.”

What?

Before she could think too much about that, the orc ripped the rest of her shift off with one long tear. Ophelia yelped in surprise, clutching at the fabric but her hands were quickly pinned above her head by Garrek. He smiled down at her and she gulped.

“Stay here,” he murmured, then let her hands go to graze the sides of her body which made her shiver. He kissed down her throat, down the valley of her breasts, and down her stomach until he was face to face with the junction of her spread-open thighs. He licked his lips and Ophelia’s stomach dropped.

“Oh no!” Ophelia cried, “Don’t put your mouth there, i-it’s dirty!” the orc didn’t listen, if anything he seemed more enthused by the way he grasped the back of her thighs and held her open, spreading Ophelia wider. Ophelia groaned in embarrassment and closed her eyes as she bit into the palm of her hand.

“You seem well bathed to me.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she whispers.

“Well…” he rumbles, then licks a stripe up her slit–the two of them groan, both in pleasure. Ophelia stares at the orc with her eyes now peeled open, breath coming in pants as he repeats the action. Letting loose another rumble of pleasure, Ophelia whimpers in both confusion and pleasure.

Garrek buries his face between her legs and Ophelia yelps, “Oh! W-wait!” she cries. He doesn’t. Her head falls back against the furs and she moans, her legs stiffening. “Ohhh…” her eyes squeeze back shut and her hips reflexively roll against his mouth.

“Good.” he purrs.

“Garrek!” she squeals when he sucks on a particular spot that has her keening.

Ophelia’s fists clench, and she clutches the furs, ripping at them while she lurches to a sitting position as Garrek continues to use his mouth on her…pussy. Yes, she could recall that word being used by Michael once or twice. When he was trying to seduce Ophelia into pre-marital actions. She had refused then…but now…

Now she was in a cave, naked, splayed out on the ground underneath an orc.

Garrek groaned between Ophelia’s thighs, his wide tongue touching every part of her intimate area. She whimpered and bucked.

Ophelia was no better than Betsy. She was engaged and yet here she was laying on the ground moaning like a wanton whore being spoiled by an orc. But she liked it. She liked the pleasure he was giving her and she wasn’t completely sure it was just the pleasure. This orc–Garrek, had been charming.

The tip of Garrek’s thick finger began to inch its way into Ophelia’s cunt and her eyes went wide.

“Oh!” she whined, her hips shifting.

He growled from between her thighs, “You’re going to be taking a lot more than this later…”

Ophelia’s pussy pulsed around the intruding digit, opening and tolerating more to slide in before clenching around it and moaning.

Everything was becoming too much and she could feel a strange tightness building in her abdomen. Something felt…off–not wrong, no, this was too good to be wrong but something was coming and she felt as if she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to.

“I feel…” she gasped, Garrek’s finger curled inside her. “I-I feel–!” Before she could finish her sentence, her mouth dropped open as a burst of pleasure shot through her. Intense and all at once, wave after wave of ecstasy as she fluttered around the orc’s thick finger. “Garrek!” she cried once more, humping his face and hand.

Gods.

Eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenching, Ophelia let out a long whine as she sobbed out her orgasm.

She collapsed onto the furs the moment the pleasure dissipated and her eyes went heavy as Garrek lapped at her folds slowly, the occasional lick making her twitch and shiver.

“Mm..” she hummed, her hand pushing at his shoulder to get his mouth away from her sensitive cunt. “Enough.” she rasped.

Garrek chuckled between her legs, eying her, “For now.” he warned. Pulling away, he laid down beside her with a satisfied sigh. Licking his lips he traced his thumb over her cheek. “There’s much more I want to show you,” he says.

She shivered, that familiar warmth pooling once again in her belly.

“You can’t have my virginity,” she said in tired sternness. “That’s…that’s for my husband.”

“Hm.”

“I’m engaged.” she reminded him.

“Not anymore,” he said back. “I swallowed your ring, remember?”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not engaged.”

He cracks a smile, “Do you honestly think I’m going to let you go on back home now that I’ve had a taste of you?”

What? Of course she did!

Garrek wrapped an arm around Ophelia and pulled her close. He laid a possessive hand on her hip and gave it a gentle pat. “I intend to keep you for myself…” he rumbled, “You’re all mine now small one, all mine.”

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Anna and The Auction 3

Anna is purchased by an alien tentacle lord.

Warnings : Noncon/Reluctance

F!human x M!alien

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4

“Sold, to the zionoid!”  

I look hazily at the male?--it’s hard to tell with Zionoids, they’re all blubber and tentacle—who purchased me and I feel a dread coil in my belly. He slithers forward and I struggle against my cuffs. I need to get out. 

The Zionoid approaches me, his tentacles wrapping around my waist. Carressing and exploring my skin, I shiver and squirm, trying to pull away but am forced to feel his slimy touch. The auctioneer comes behind me and unchains my cuffs from the mount. 

With multiple tentacles, I’m lifted from the mount and taken away off stage by the Zionoid. He? Doesn’t speak. Not until we’re away from the auction area. 

He clears his throat, “I am Lord Gorth, you will address me as master.” 

I look at Lord Gorth in disgust and don’t say anything. Mostly because I’m gagged. 

Gorth pulls me forward by the waist and walks me through the bazaar which is another humiliating experience considering I’m naked. Although, it’s a little less crowded than efore given the late hour, which is better than my first time around being walked through here. Still, I get a few creepy stares. 

I’m absolutely exhausted. 

After being hogtied, fingered, and then tortured on a giant vibrator all I want to do is rest and maybe Lord Gorth can see that because when he leads me into his ship—which is a lot nicer on the inside than the space pirate’s ship—he takes me into a bedroom. The sight has tears welling in my eyes, but I push them back. I am not going to cry in front of this asshole. 

It’s not anything special really. It’s a pretty basic room it has a bed, closet and a door that likely leads to a bathroom. But what interests me most is the bed. 

I graze my hand over the comforter and press my hand down into the plush mattress. 

“You will rest here pet.” 

I tense when Lord Gorth’s hands slip over my shoulders. I half expect him to jump me but instead he sits me down on the bed and takes off my ball gag and cuffs—I rub my unmarred but sweaty wrists, swipe the spit off my mouth. 

Lord Gorth stares at me for a long moment which I only know because he’s facing me. His eyes are completely black, even the areas that would normally be white—at least for a human. 

“Rest now pet, we have much to discuss in the morning.” He says, then, slithers out of the room, the door slides closed—locking. 

I immediately collapse onto the bed and my tears fall. I curl into a ball, sobbing against the soft mattress and take a pillow into my arms. I’m wet and sweaty and all around feel dirty, demeaned and degraded. 

For the first time today, I can actually think. The one thing going through my mind? I need to get out of here. 

I don’t know where we’re going, assuming we’re leaving Neo Nebula at all. Gorth says he’s a lord so I can’t imagine he lives in a shithole station but I don’t know. 

I don’t know anything. 

Just hours ago I was a normal citizen. 

Now, I’m a slave... 

~ 

When I wake the next morning, I’m stiff.  

Everything is sore, especially between my legs. When I look between them, I see my pussy is slightly swollen and my inner thighs are chafed. 

I stand up wobbly, looking around the bedroom. It’s pretty sparse but that’s to be expected, I guess. I don’t really know what will be expected of me. I mean. I can assume but thinking about that just makes me weepy and I’m not like those other girls back in the cages. I have to be strong. I have to get away from here. 

I didn’t get much sleep last night, I was too busy thinking. Planning. 

I’ve decided that I’m not going to just be pushed around by Gorth. If anything, I’m going to be the worst slave ever. I’m not going to let him degrade me like I was yesterday. I’m not going to just spread my legs and take it. 

If he wants to take me, he’s going to have to do it by force. 

That’s what’s on my mind when I hear the door to my room open. I turn around and freeze. It’s Lord Gorth. I look him up and down, last night I didn’t really get a good look at him but there’s not much to look at if I’m being honest. 

He looks just like every other Zionoid I’ve ever seen. Which is to say, I can’t tell them apart visually unless they’re from different sub-species. 

Gorth’s a mixture of blues. He has dark blue skin and light blue tiger stripe patterning. His suckers are white, and they make me cringe just looking at them. I remember the way they puckered against my skin. 

He’s got a big upper body, wide shoulders and a flubby belly, his “arms” are multiple tentacles, thinner than the ones protruding from his lower hips but still far wider than my own arms. His face is humanoid but smoother—nose nearly flat. He’s hairless and nude. Not that I can tell which tentacle is his cock.  

“Good rising pet.” he says, low and raspy. 

I look at him with a glare, crossing my arms and standing up. “I want you to take me home.” I demand. 

Lord Gorth raises a browbone, “Excuse me?” 

“I said. I want you to take me home.” 

Gorth chuckles, “Dear pet, do you not understand what happened yesterday? You were purchased. You are now mine.” 

I shake my head, “I won’t bend to your will. I’m not some animal.” 

Gorth hums, “Oh but little one you are, you’re my animal now. Mine to do with as I please.” he slithers closer to me. “And I will do what I want with you. If you try to refuse, you won’t like what happens.” 

I glare at him, ��You’re not going to do shit.” I look around the room, maybe for something I can toss at him but there’s really nothing in here that I can throw or use to stab with. “If you come near me, I’ll bite your fucking face off.” 

“Oh?” He looks intrigued by that, “Perhaps I should not have taken off your mouth piece after all.” 

Closer and closer Gorth approaches and I won’t lie, I’m intimidated, but I try not to let my fear show as I puff up my chest and stare him straight in the eye. 

“I want you to return me back to my station.” I demand once more. 

“No.” 

I growl. 

Okay. So. This isn’t going to be easy. 

Gorth backs me up against the wall and says, “I don’t think you understand your circumstances pet. You are trapped here. I am a lord, I have armed guards with me everywhere I go. If you try to escape they will just catch you and if somehow you managed to get past them, I hardly doubt you can steer a ship.” I grit my teeth. He’s right. I don’t know how to steer a ship. Back home, I was just a cashier. 

I wonder if I had a more meaningful job if people would notice I’m missing. I doubt anyone even realizes I’m gone. It’s only been a day. 

“What are you going to do with me?” I ask instead. 

His tentacles stroke up my calf and I try to kick it away, but another wraps around my ankle and squeezes, keeping my one leg in place. 

“You’re going to be my pet, pet. I’m going to take good care of you as long as you’re a good girl. I’ll feed you when your hungry and dress you up in pretty collars. You’ll want for nothing.” he purrs, “and all I want in exchange is that sweet human pussy.” 

I flinch at his vulger words. 

He straightens his form, towering over me. “I only have two rules pet, if you follow those I can promise you a life of luxury.” he says as if he’s doing me such a good service and not trying to make me his sex slave. “One, you will always call me master and two, you will obey my every command without question.” 

“Fuck you.” i say. 

“Yes I intend to pet.” he retorts and I move to slap his face but he catches my wrist and pins me against the wall. I gasp. “Perhaps right now...” 

I stand there, pinned against the wall seething in anger. Just a few minutes ago I had been so brave, so hopeful of getting out of here but as I struggle against Gorth’s tentacles I realize just how strong he is. I try to kick at him with my other leg but he just pins that down too. 

“Get off.” I say angrily. I can feel those same tears from last night welling in my eyes but I won’t let them fall. I won’t. 

“No I don’t think I will.” 

“Rapist.” I spit. 

“I assure you pet, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me for more.” he says seductively. His tentacles gliding all over my body, his suckers suck at my legs, inner thighs and pussy lips. I squirm in his grasp but he doesn’t seem to care, in fact it seems to entice him to touch me more... 

One tentacle slips up to my face, tracing my cheeks, nose, and jaw, then prods at my mouth, trying to squirm its way inside.

“Let me in.” Gorth purr, “Let me in.”

 I do. Then. I bite his tentacle.

Gorth hisses, his face enraged and suddenly his tentacles wrap around my waist and then he’s dragging me to the bed as I thrash.

“You dare harm me?” He says angrily.

“Get off!” I scream as I stumble while he drags me. “Let me go!”

He throws me onto the bed, face first and tackles me so I’m on my belly. 

That same tentacle I bit charges into my mouth and this time when I bite down, he doesn’t remove it. I bite down harder but he just growls in my ear and pushes further down into my throat, I gag and he chuckles. 

“You will learn who to obey.” he grits. “You will learn that you will never escape me and that you will become my personal fucktoy.” 

“Fufh youg!” I groan. 

Tentacles slide between my swollen pussy lips and my hips shift. Another tentacle prods at my asshole and my eyes widen. 

“Stoph!” No. This can’t happen again. This can’t be happening again.

I struggle against the bed but he holds me down, and his tentacles continue to rub against my labia, sticky slobber-like liquid lubricates me and I cry out when he pokes into my hole. 

“NoAh!”

Writhing against his tentacles, I can’t do anything as he penetrates me. His suckers, which make my eyes roll back, pulse against my inner walls. My pussy clenches against my will, swallowing the alien’s tentacle further in. 

“That’s it.” He growls, “Submit, pet.” 

“No!” 

He surges inside me, thrusting in and out, his hips slap against my ass and a tentacle wraps around my neck. Strangling me. I gag against the limb in my mouth and my eyes water. No, no, no. 

All his tentacles seem to wrap around me, lifting me up from the bed and squashing me to Gorth’s chest. His sticky warmth completely envelopes me.

I scream when suddenly one of his suckers clasps to my clit. He groans. 

“There it is.” he moans in my ear, “You taste amazing my pet.”  

My thighs tense and I wriggle in his hold. I close my eyes tightly. It feels good. Fucking creator it feels amazing and I hate it. 

As I struggle in Gorth’s hold he continues to assault my body. Suckers kissing all over my skin and clit, tentacles writhing around me and plunging in and out of my ass, mouth, and pussy in tandem. I get no reprieve. I am forced to feel him everywhere. He invades my body. 

The sticky fluid that seeps from his suckers tastes bitter against my tongue but it’s like the consistency of honey. 

“Submit.” He demands. “Release.” 

I shake my head, even though I can feel my thighs begin to quiver, my belly heating and core spasming. 

Deeper and deeper he invades me. I scream in anger and ecstasy. 

I feel him at my cervix, the tip of his tentacle tickling it as the girth of him thrusts in and out of my pussy. I sob against the tentacle in my mouth. It feels too good. I feel weird. Like I'm going to piss myself. 

“Submit” he demands again. Faster he thrusts, scrubbing my insides. 

“Aaghn!” I scream...closer and closer I get. 

But it feels wrong, and I’m scared. 

“Mmm pet your pussy convulses around me so beautifully!” he hisses, wriggling inside me.  

“Stoph! StopH!” I gag. It’s coming, I can feel myself cresting but the pressure in my abdomen is so severe I’m terrified for what’s coming. 

“Submit” 

It rises. 

“You are at my mercy.” 

His suckers suckle my clit and I wail. Please. Anything but this. If I cum I know it will change everything. 

I don’t want this. I don’t, I don’t, I don’t. 

The pressure squeezes my core.

I writhe beneath him, my pussy contracting–then, I explode.

I shriek in both pleasure and fear as I feel a gush between my thighs. Gorth moans loudly, his tentacles expanding which prolongs my orgasm and I yell hoarsely. Wetness squirts from my pussy. It drips down my thighs and legs and all over the bed. I lay exhausted, tears trailing down my cheeks.

“That’s it little pet. You did so well.” he croons, and his tentacles seem to constrict against me.  “You’re mine now.”

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Anna and The Auction 2

Anna is stolen by space pirates and put up for auction.

Warnings: noncon, voyeurism, sybian, no sex

F!human

Part 1 , Part 3

“Good job little toy.” He murmurs, “Now you are prepared for auction.”

I dangle from my padded cuffs, completely exhausted from what was possibly the best orgasm of my life given to me by a human-trafficking lizard alien.

He unhooks my cuffs from the frame and latches them together, taking me into his arms. He cradles me and my head lolls back. I can do little more than keep my eyes open. I raise my wrists and inspect the cuffs, around my wrists are padding to protect my flesh but the rest of the binding is made of metal.

I’m not getting out of these.

The alien sets me down on a set and I fail to choke back a whimper, he kneels before me and takes the cuffs off my ankles.

“Stay here,” he says, patting my calf. “And…” he pulls–my eyes widen–a ball gag, out of his pocket. “Quiet.” I struggle against him and he roughly opens my mouth and shoves the gag in, then ties it around the back of my head. I grunt in dismay.

I lift my hands and give him the middle finger.

He laughs while walking away and I hear the door lock.

~

I stand naked and oiled up from my earlier “preparation” if you can call it that, in line.

I’m at the back, the last to go on for sale and I feel a lot like a show pony. If walking through the bazaar of Neo Nebula while everyone was eye-fucking me wasn’t enough, now I’m about to be paraded on stage. 

At least, that’s what I thought was happening. But when I get there, two hands hold me down by the shoulders and force me to sit on a saddle-shaped device. 

They chain my cuffs to a bar on the back so I’m forced to arch my body. My toes just barely touch the floor and my tits face the ceiling. Great. I glare at the crowd—filled with aliens of all different kinds.

“Alright, let’s start with the bidding shall we?” The alien who I presume is the auctioneer says. I scowl at the bidders as best I can with a ball gag in my mouth. Some of them eye me wearily while others are unbothered or even intrigued. I look back to the space pirates that captured me and see the greed in their eyes. The one who “prepared” me seems to think he’s going to get a lot of money for me.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

“1000!” calls the auctioneer and my face must go from a scowl to downright nasty because the two aliens in the front back up a pace.

There’s a long pause, maybe because I’m not quivering and cowering in fear like the other girls or sobbing my eyes out but the auctioneer looks perturbed and says.

“Come on now folks, she’s hale and fertile.” 

I cringe at the word fertile. The last thing I want is to be somebody’s breeding girl. The auctioneer turns a dial on the podium and I flinch as something buzzes for a second then stops. 

The fuck?

I shift uncomfortably on the mount but that just makes things worse with my oil-slicked pussy spread open on it. It feels like slippery rubber and that…feels good, unfortunately.

But I won’t be taken advantage of again.

I see a tentative hand go up, then two, then three.

“1200!” The buzzing happens again, this time for a second longer and I squeak, the vibration hits directly at my clit from my spread pussy lips. 

The auctioneer keeps calling higher numbers as more aliens bid and I watch horrified as he keeps turning a dial that seems to be controlling the vibrations on my mount. My pussy twitches and I shift uncomfortably.

“1500!” Bzt.

“1600!!” Bzt bzt.

“1700!!!” bzt bzt bzzzzt.

My belly quivers and my thighs shake. I continue to squirm and whine as the bids get higher and higher. I take a deep breath and stay still.

The vibrations draw out longer and longer until it’s a steady stream of low vibration and it’s hard not to respond the way one might when they’re tied to a vibrating machine. I ignore the instinct to rock my hips. It’s not too bad, it just tickles a bit. Now that the shock has worn off. 

I think it’s going to stop at this low tempo until someone calls out “3000!” and the auctioneer turns the dial two ticks, causing it to jump in speed. My eyes widen and I struggle, my tits jiggling.

Stop it, I want to yell but all that comes out is a strained moan.

I can’t escape this. No matter how I move, the vibration is always directed at my clit. My ass vibrates and I want to scream. 

I refuse to be humiliated again like this.

My eyes flick to my sellers and widen further when I see that all three of them are stroking their cocks. I whimper. What the fuck? These creeps. It’s now that I realize I’m probably not being sold to clean houses.

All three aliens stroke their dicks. Plural. As in, they each have two dicks. 

I look at my sellers with wide eyes, look at their long dual phalluses.

They all jerk off like a regular human man except using both hands and I look to the auctioneer as if he’s going to stop them but he just keeps calling numbers and spinning the dial when the bidding gets higher.

“5000!”

“Ahgn!” I jolt when the vibration intensifies, I’m starting to squirm now, rocking back and forth. I try to lift myself off the vibrating machine by my toes but because I’m chained onto it, it does no good.

“10,000!”

Bzzzzzzzt.

My head falls back as the vibration reaches an all-time high, I moan, against my will. I’m staring at my three sellers who continue to jerk off as they watch me.

Without meaning to I start to roll my hips and it feels so good I could cry. I don’t want to do it, but my mind and body aren’t in agreement. Hell, my mind isn’t even in agreement with my mind.

I—creator help me—think about the middle lizardman, the one who oiled me up, coming on stage and massaging my tits the way he did just a few hours ago. I think about riding his cocks, one in my ass and the other in my cunt and maybe the way I’m eye fucking him is obvious because he starts to thrusts his hips forward as he strokes his cock and I start to clench on nothing.

“30,000!”

No.

Don’t.

I can’t help it.

I hump the machine furiously, squeezing my eyes shut and pretending like I’m not on stage being watched by dozens of people hoping to buy me as their (most likely) sex slave. I don’t want that. I don’t want to be here. I want to go back home.

But this is the hand I’ve been dealt and creator it feels amazing.

I always thought of myself as strong but here on stage, I feel like I’m losing myself.

I writhe against the machine, tilting my pelvis downward so the vibration hits harder on my clit. I choke at the feeling of it. My abdomen seizes and there’s a heat building in my belly.

“50,000! Going once!”

It rises

“Going twice!”

And rises.

“Three times!”

I scream against the ball gag, thrashing against the vibrating saddle as my orgasm overtakes me, my pussy clenches tightly and I stay frozen for what feels like forever as I cum.

“Sold!”

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thinking about being a priestess tied up to a pole as a sacrifice during heat season in the center of werewolves locked in cages and they have to take each other out hunger games style for the right to fuck and mate with you

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i haven't written anything new :( so here's an old literotica post

Literotica summary: Griffin meets a ghost who wants to suck him dry.

4.3k , F!ghost x m!human, bad ending, nonconish at the end

Griffin was half-near exhausted by the time he finished his studies in the library. His friends had gone back to the dorms long ago yet Griffin was still determined to get in another chapter or two.

His eyes blurred words together. He tried to justify another hour to himself. Standing up, cracking his knuckles and neck. He let out an obnoxious yawn. The library was dead inside, even the librarian had gone home.

He patted his pocket making sure his keycard was still there, swallowed the last bit of his now cold bitter coffee then dove back into the aisle of books.

Griffin was studying folklore for his occult science elective class. It seemed like an easy grade and would weave in nicely with his creative writing degree. At least that was his line of thinking when he signed up for the class.

Unfortunately for Griffin, occult science was well--a science. There were plenty of dense historical articles he had to sift through if he wanted to pass this class. His teacher was a hippy but also a real bitch, she seemed to be spiritually inclined to Griffin's life as hard as possible. Also, her classroom always smelled like patchouli and that was enough reason to hate her. The amount of sneezing Griffin did in his class was actually ridiculous.

Barely lucid, Griffin aimlessly searched through the shelves for relevant books for his essay that he planned on starting tomorrow. 'Fact vs Fable' was his topic. Fact: Griffin wanted to pass this class. Fable: Griffin wanted to spend his free time looking up make-believe creatures when he should be catching up on sleep this weekend.

Snap.

Griffin flinched. What the hell was that? He turned around to find nothing. When he lifted his foot he noticed an errant pencil someone must have dropped. He stared at it for a long while before inevitably deciding it wasn't his job to clean up this mess. He kicked it under the gap of a bookcase like you would an ice cube under the fridge. When he looked back up he paused with furrowed brows.

Occultism, read the sign on the door. He raised a brow.

No fucking way was there a room full of exactly what he needed. He swore he had been through this aisle at least 4 times already and he never noticed the door. He looked around. Then shrugged and grabbed the knob.

At first, it refused to open but with a little brute force, the door let out a long whine and Griffin managed to get inside. He switched the light on and it flickered.

"Nice," he murmured.

In front of him was a whole room filled with folklore. Why his professor hadn't told the class about this room was beyond him. Not everyone bothered with the library but this was an invaluable resource.

Griffin's hands traced over the spines of some pretty dust-looking books. He pulled one out and grimaced. Okay, so some of them were moldy. Gross. He pushed the rotten book back in its slot.

After about 20 minutes of poking and prodding at books he found several that seemed to be in decent condition--albeit slightly falling apart--and would be great to use for his essay. "Ghost Land Or Researches Into the Mysteries of Occultism" was one in particular he had an interest in. He pulled the book free from the shelf and the lights once again flickered.

He looked up, this time, however, the lights did not go back on.

Griffin cursed under his breath, it was pitch black. He could barely see his own hand in front of him.

He tucked the book under his arm and then pulled out his phone, which would be entirely useless as it was dead. He sighed. Putting the phone back in his slacks he blindly tried to make his way back to the door. Patting on shelves and nearly tripping over the pile of books he had set aside for himself earlier on the floor.

He found the exit.

Turning the knob, it clicked--locked.

Frowning he tried to press his knee against the door but that didn't work either. It wasn't stuck. It was locked, the knob wouldn't turn.

Had someone decided to make a 3 am trip to the library? "Hello?" he called out, "Is someone out there? This isn't funny!" he called.

No one answered. Which he had been half expecting considering the time but then that didn't explain how the door was locked from the outside.

A chill breeze licked at his ankles. He looked up and around confused, had the AC just been turned on? He couldn't hear the familiar hum but the room became noticeably chillier. A janitor maybe?

"Hello?" he called again, knocking his palm against the door.

Griffin was stumped. What the hell was he supposed to do?

He sat down against the door. Knees bent, legs spread. His head rested against the door and he felt that same draft from before.

Suddenly, a fog had begun to appear. His eyes widened, "what the hell..." he muttered. It was overtaking the room and the temperature decreased so dramatically that when he breathed out he could see the frost.

He squinted, trying to find the source but instead came face to face with a pair of glowing white eyes rising from beneath the carpet. He shouted, jolting up from his sitting position.

The figure continued to rise, revealing a feminine head and long black hair that fluttered around her, she was wearing a ragged white dress and her face was gaunt. She looked frail, however, the most disturbing feature of the woman was the fact that he could see through her.

Griffin didn't want to turn his back towards the specter but that's exactly what he did as he began to pound on the door, "Hey! Someone let me out of here!" was this some shitty prank? Was he really seeing a fucking ghost?

"Sss..." the ghost hissed from behind him and he flinched. He turned back around.

The woman moved her long spindly finger towards him, so close she could trail the tip over his chin. Griffin's entire body shook in both fear and chill. He could feel her icy touch.

He tried to push the ghost away but his hands went straight through her, causing him to gasp. Her fingers trailed over his jaw bending her knuckles to trace them against his stubble. Griffin watched the specter with terror and confusion.

Was he hallucinating? Was the exhaustion finally getting to him?

No. This touch was unmistakably real.

He should've known this was some sort of setup. He'd been baited like a fish. How likely was it really for a room to be entirely dedicated to the topic he'd been searching for? His stupid ass walked into this without a second thought and now he was being molested by some creepy ghost.

He stared at her glowing body, swallowing when she began to caress his cheek.

"Hey...there..." he murmured nervously, "let's just keep our hands to ourselves yeah?"

Her eyes flickered towards his, creamy and white in a way a blind person's was. The woman's petting halted at Griffin's command and he breathed out, slightly relieved.

He was squished flat between this ghost woman and the door. He merely stood there staring at her with wide eyes in bewildered silence until she spoke.

"Ssstay.." the ghost finally rasped and Griffin's heart dropped to his stomach. This couldn't be real. This had to be some joke. "Stay," she whispered again.

"No." he said sternly." Stay with her where? In this room? For how long? She was a ghost! He tried to put a palm to her chest but once again was met with air. He looked wildly at his arm poking out of her chest on the other side.

Her hands gripped his shoulders and he brought his arm back. She could obviously touch him, so why couldn't he touch her? How was that fair?

She began to smooth out his shoulders, rubbing them. He groaned as her skinny fingers began to dig right between his shoulder blades. She kept going, pressing deeper, taking his sign of discomfort for pleasure.

The ghost pulled back and ran her fingers down his chest, he shivered. "Listen," he spoke--she grabbed him by the nape of the neck. Pulling him down to her level.

"Sshhh." she hissed before pressing her lips against his. His eyes went wide open, she felt...cold but also soft. Her hands cupped his face and her fingers gently stroked his cheeks on either side.

He breathed out his nose and made a noise against her mouth, one of...protest? He wasn't so sure. She took advantage of his open mouth to stick her tongue inside, meeting his warm one. They tangled together, briefly touching before she explored the roof of his mouth. She tasted behind his teeth and he didn't know if he was full of desire or disgust.

Griffin could feel his body warming up to the girl. Despite her emaciated state, she felt amazing against him. He tried to reach out to touch her in reciprocation but remembered he could not. The only thing he could do was let her invade his mouth and use her hands on him.

Which she did.

Her hands slipped down from his cheeks to the sides of his neck and back to his shoulders, rubbing them gentler than before, she rubbed down his arms then felt for his waist--the buckle of his slacks.

He pulled away, "Okay, woah--" he interrupted, "hold on for a moment."

She paused, looking back up at him, her head tilting as if she were a dog that didn't understand their master's command. She looked down below the waist and then back to his face. Griffin took a glance down as well and his cheeks felt warm when he was faced with the noticeable bulge.

The was all kinds of fucked up.

"Sss.." she began to hiss again and he realized she clearly couldn't speak well. No way was he turned on by this.

When he didn't explain himself or move to stop her, the specter's hands moved back to his belt. He swallowed, watching her fingers fiddle with the buckle. Her eyes kept flitting between his bulge and his eyes.

Griffin couldn't move. The only thing he could do was watch this woman remove his belt then unzipper his slacks and slide her bony, cold hand into his boxers. He hissed when she went straight to fisting him, giving a perfunctory stroke.

"Just..." he was about to tell her to back the fuck off once and for all but her body began to recede into the floorboards. She stopped just short of her knees and then began to pull down his slacks. "Oh god, hold on."

She didn't wait this time, instead, she pulled his already hard cock from his boxers. Her eyes flitted up to his with a raised brow as if to ask him why she should stop when he was in this state.

"Jesus." he hissed, he knocked the back of his head against the door, "Fine. Go ahead."

She began to stroke him from root to tip, using both of her hands in a twisting motion that hugged his cock completely. He groaned. Despite her cold touch, the sensation was just fine. Better than fine, great.

The specter leaned her head forward, her black hair dropping to curtain around her face as she licked her tongue in between the slit of his cock. He grunted, bucking his hips forward, slipping more of himself inside her mouth.

"Hmm.." she hummed around him as a bit of pre-cum slid over her tongue and her mouth seemed to warm around his. She removed one hand, using it to cup his balls instead as she took more of him into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down and slid her long--almost unnaturally so--tongue around him.

Griffin didn't know what to do with himself, he couldn't touch her. So he just watched while fisting his hands at his side. He still didn't understand how she could touch him all he wanted but he couldn't touch her at all.

Another grunt came from his mouth as she began to gag down on him, feeling her throat convulse around his dick. He wondered if her pussy would be as warm as her mouth then snapped back into reality.

Was he really considering fucking her? Could he even do that? Well. It seemed he couldn't do anything but she certainly could. Would this ghost woman try? How long had she been in this room for to accost some random college student? Not that he minded anymore...

He sighed, closing his eyes and hovering his hand over where he'd normally rest on his lover's head. He swore he could feel some sort of heat emanating from her now but it was probably just his imagination.

She squeezed his balls and he nearly keeled over.

"Careful!" he hissed.

She looked up at him, mouth full and he was done for. Her big eyes batted up at him while her cheeks were sucked in around him. He erupted inside her mouth with no warning.

The woman's eyes widened and she moaned in delight, redoubling her efforts. He gripped her hair...gripped her hair? He looked down at her head and noticed his fingers were now threaded between black silky locks.

He could touch her now?

She bobbed her head once more and he moaned, his back bowing as she pulled every bit of his orgasm out of his cock.

When she pulled back he watched her swallow and she seemed to materialize right in front of him. Just barely opaque, he could still slightly see through her. She smiled up at him brightly, her eyes now clear and grey. Twinkling up at him.

Not only that but she looked...healthier. Plumper, her cheeks looked rounder and Griffin couldn't only just see her collarbone now instead of how it was jutting out before. He reached out a hand to touch her cheek and she leaned into the touch, closing her eyes and all but purring as she rubbed her face against his palm.

"Warm..." she sighed softly, his eyes widened at the sound of her voice. "You feel so warm." she could speak complete sentences now. What changed?

"You can speak now." he pointed out dumbly.

She laughed and nodded, "I can."

"I can feel you."

She smiles, "Do I feel good?"

"I guess..." he murmured, still confused and frankly drained as hell from her little performance there. "How is this possible? Just a few seconds ago I could walk right through you."

"It's thanks to you," she says brightly, as if genuinely excited. "You saved me."

"Saved you."

She nods, "uh huh, your cum..." she says dreamily, "it makes me better."

Griffin snorts.

What?

"What do you mean, makes you feel better?"

"I mean, you can touch me now can't you?" she presses her palm against the floor, "and I can't float through things anymore." she shrugs, "It makes me corporeal"

"I see that." He mutters. She was noticeably different. Her hair no longer levitated around her and that faint glow had gone away. "Why me? Why'd you pick me out of anyone who could've randomly walked in here."

She shook her head, "I didn't choose you, you're the first person to see me in nearly a decade." pressing herself up against him. Her small chest rubbed against his. "Don't you get it? You've given me new life," she says. "And I can't thank you enough..." she purred flirtatiously, her hand reaching for him once again. Her finger gently trailed against his flaccid cock.

"How long until you can go again?" she asked.

"Uh," he looks away awkwardly, "I don't know..."

She smiles, "Well...then maybe you can help me out until you're ready?"

"Help you out?"

"Mhmmm..." She was still kneeling in front of him and now was grabbing for his hands and shuffling back to give him space to kneel on the ground too, once he did she laid further back, leaning on her elbows and spreading her legs open.

He took an indrawn breath, beneath her ratty dress was nothing but skin. He reached for her but then she snapped her thighs closed with a laugh. His eyes flitted up towards hers confused.

"Aren't you going to undress me first?" she asks.

"Oh." Right. He nods, then pulls her dress upwards and over her head, tossing the rags to the side. She laid down on her back, her hair fanning out all around her. "So...now, I can just...?"

She nods with a soft sigh, "Yes..."

He spread her legs back open, kneeling between them and she didn't resist... Griffin looked over the ghost's entire body. Her breasts were small, less than a handful. She was completely hairless save for the small bush between her thighs. He ran his fingers over the hair, it wasn't course--instead, she felt soft and silky. Her skin was pale and milky.

He started at her face, tracing over her now rounded cheeks. "What's your name?" he murmured."

"I have a lot of names...." she expresses in a slightly impatient tone, "why don't you just call me Gwen?"

"Gwen." he nods. He caressed her face, much like she had done to him. Then leaned forward, kissing at her neck. She sighed once more and he took that as a good sign so he did it again, this time using his tongue slightly.

One of his hands moved down to grope her right breast, rolling the small dark brown nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly, arching her back--presenting her tiny breasts to him. She must've been barely a B cup. His other hand reached behind her to thread his fingers through her hair.

"Mmm..."

Griffin could feel himself beginning to wake again, he ground slightly against her teasingly, just barely stimulating himself but Gwen moaned and he knew he had rubbed her clit with his half-soft cock. She was already wet.

Gwen's legs wrapped around his waist, the heels of her feet pushing down Griffin's slacks and he couldn't help but help her by pulling down his boxers along with her. She kept her legs locked around his waist and rocked with him.

He bent his head down to catch her other nipple in his mouth. She gasped and pressed herself against him harder. He was fully hard now but he wanted to wait a minute before just sticking himself in.

He continued to slide his cock in between her wet open pussy, the tip of his cock hitting her clit over and over as he sucked and rubbed her nipples in tandem.

"Griffin!" she gasped again, and he groaned in response. Her skin tasted sweet.

She moved against him, her fingers tangling into his hair as she pushed his face closer to her breast.

He stopped rubbing her nipple and shuffled his hips away, before rubbing her clit back and forth quickly. She yelped, her body jolting upwards and further into his mouth. He continued to stimulate her clit as she squirmed and writhed underneath him.

She was gasping, and he was rubbing himself against her thigh which was probably a bad idea considering how turned on he was in the situation.

It didn't take long before her grip on his hair tightened, she let out a high-pitched whine before her hips bucked forward and she began to hump his hand as she cried out.

"Fuck!" she cried, "Yes, yes!"

Jesus.

He couldn't wait, the moment she seemed to finish with her own orgasm, he thrust inside her with no preamble, she was wet enough for him to just slide in. She groaned, and he felt her stretching around him.

Their hips rocked together, he pulled out halfway before burying himself back into her to the hilt. The two of them gasping and groaning in pleasure.

Her pussy hugged his cock so well that he felt he was going to cum again already, he tried to slow himself, thinking of not her but it was impossible when she was beneath him.

He pumped inside her once, twice--three times before letting out a grunt, spurting ropes of cum inside her.

"Yes!" she encouraged and he fucked his cum into her until he couldn't anymore. Could ghosts get pregnant?

He practically collapsed on top of her, she giggled and slightly pushed him off onto his back.

He was beat. Exhausted. Bone tired. Staying up this late was finally catching up to him. Instead of cuddling up to him, she was already touching his dick again, he moved to catch her wrist but she slapped his hand away.

Something was wrong.

He felt...sluggish.

"Listen I don't feel right..." he said with a groan. He scrubbed at his face before looking down at his hand with a squint. They were wrinkly.

She laughed at him, "oh don't worry about that." she said, noticing him looking down at his aged hands.

"What does that mean?" he asked, clearing his throat. It sounded frailer.

"I said don't worry about it," she repeated, this time more sternly. She took him into her hand and squeezed. Gwen bent her head down and licked the last of his cum off his cock and Griffin hissed in pleasure and sensitivity. She began to stroke him.

"Gwen." he grunted, "Seriously, I'm tired." he tried to reason, "Just let me rest and then we can go okay."

She looked down at him and then shook her head, "Hmm.." she hummed, "No. No, I don't think so.

What the fuck?

"Mmm..just relax Griffin, everything's going to be okay," he recalled at that moment that he never told Gwen his name, he'd only asked for hers.

She grinned seductively down at him, throwing a leg over his body and straddling him. She began to grind herself down on him. Rolling her hips. seemingly waking up his overworked cock. "There you are..." she crooned.

He noticed she seemed to have changed as well, her small breasts had grown, and she looked far more lush on top of him than before. Her ass was actually substantial now, if he wanted to he'd have something to grab onto. Which if he was being truthful, his hands were twitching to do just that. He could feel it on his thighs while she moved back and forth on top of him before lifting and grabbing his cock with her hand, stroking up and down before positioning the traitorous thing--it was already hard again--with her hole.

"Alright." he conceded. Dazed and slightly hypnotized by the enticing woman on top of him. "But after this, I do need to rest."

She smiled, "After this, I'll leave you alone, I promise." she leans forward, "I just really need you right now."

She sunk onto his dick and he felt slightly dizzy as her pussy tightened around him. Already squeezing and milking him for his cum.

He didn't know what was going on but he felt noticeably weaker as she fucked him.

Griffin tiredly gripped onto her waist but she was doing all the work, rocking back and forth on top of him before she started to bounce slightly which had him groaning. She let herself go loose when she sunk on him then clenched around his cock on her way up. His vision was going hazy and he watched as she seemed to grow on top of him, her breasts getting even heavier than before, her belly turning soft and slightly protruding against her now chubby mound. She moaned, digging her nails into his chest.

The more she seemed to grow, the weaker he felt and he realized how much of an idiot he was.

She was going to kill him.

Literally and figuratively.

"Ohhh," she moaned, "I haven't fed in ages Griffin, you feel so good."

He thought back to how she told him that his cum had made her corporeal. What she failed to mention until now was that she was feeding off him. Whatever the hell that meant. His eyelids were falling heavy but he was trying to push her off.

She didn't budge, in fact, Gwen seemed to ride Griffen with more enthusiasm the harder he fought, he watched in exhaustion and horror as her once emaciated body had now turned lush and soft.

He could feel the familiar build-up of his orgasm and he knew for sure if he let that happen, he was going to die. He tried to think of things that would turn him off. Old women, his father--anything.

But she had a hold on him, he couldn't deny his attraction towards the woman bouncing on top of him. The wet sounds they were making as her now fat ass slapped against his thighs.

"Gwen.." he groaned, "don't."

She paid him no mind at all.

His baser instincts kept him hard, he had a naked woman on top of him, squeezing his cock in a vice grip while she went on and on about how good he felt and how deep his cock was.

"Fuck..." he groaned, he could feel it, he was going to cum--die.

His balls were tightening, and his stomach was clenching as his nails dug deep into her plush hips. She seemed to get even more excited by that, moving from bouncing on her knees to placing her feet flat on the floor.

Pure euphoria filled Griffin as he felt his soul slipping away. He could feel the ropes of cum filling her warm pussy. She cried out atop him, her back arching.

He was as good as gone.

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[sunnasweet]

Anna and The Auction 4

Anna is collared by her new master.

Warnings : Noncon/Reluctance

F!human x M!alien

Part 1 , Part 3 , Part 5

"You’re mine now.”

Those words echo in my head again and again as I lay on the bed, alone. I shiver, scratching at my body. The sticky residue of Lord Gorth gets trapped under my fingernails and I curse.

I think about Gorth’s tentacles inside me, the way he had invaded my body against my will. The way he held me down against the bed and fucked me relentlessly, his big body pressed against my back. 

My pussy throbs at the thought of his suckers inside me and I frown, shaking my head.

I hate that monster, and I will escape him.

~

I thankfully don’t see Lord Gorth for the next 3 days, I don’t know if he’s been seeing me based off the tray of food that’s left on my dresser–not that I have clothes–every morning but someone’s been leaving it.

I’ve had 3 long days locked in this room left to stew and plan. I can’t refuse Gorth. He’s too strong. So my next plan is to go along with what he says and build his trust, then, when an opportunity arises, run like hell.

Luckily for me, it’s those 3 days later when my opportunity presents itself.

That afternoon, Gorth comes into my room without knocking.

“Pet.” He addresses me with a nod and I already have to suppress a scowl. I instinctually want to correct him. To tell him my name is Anna but I doubt that would go well and honestly, I don’t know if I want my name in this freak’s mouth.

“Yes?” 

Lord Gorth looks at me, a thin line for a mouth and he completely stonewalls me. I don’t understand what he’s waiting for until it suddenly occurs to me.

“I mean…yes, err, master?”

He smiles. Approaching me and a tentacle strokes my cheek, “Good pet.” I shudder. “We’re going to the bazaar today.” “Are we still in Neo Nebula…Master?” I ask, unsure if we’ve been traveling or not. There’s no windows in my room. I’ve honestly been going pretty stir-crazy. I’ve had no source of entertainment, just my thoughts for 3 whole days.

“No. We’ve just arrived on Omega Station. You’ll be moved into my res-unit today, but first, we need to get you a few things.” He says gently, still stroking down my body. One of his other tentacles lash out at my nipple and I squirm. The tip twists around my nipple and pulls. I gasp. “But first…” he murmurs. “Perhaps I should give you a treat?”

I avoid his gaze, looking down at the floor instead. His tentacle tilts my chin up.

“Answer me pet, do you think you deserve a treat?”

“I…”

“You…” He purrs, the tentacle wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me forward. “I haven’t gotten to taste your lips yet pet. I should like that…” He leans forward and pulls me towards him. Our lips mean and he immediately swipes his tongue against my lips to invade. 

I shudder. But let him in. I have to do this. I need to be compliant if I’m ever going to gain his trust.

Our tongues tangle and he licks the crevices of my mouth, licking the roof, and behind my teeth. I stand still and just let him do what he wants until he’s done with me. When he pulls back he smiles at me and strokes my cheek. 

“Good girl.” He praises me, I weakly smile. 

“Thank you master…” Trust me please, please, please.

“We’ll get you a few nice collars I think…maybe a leash.” I cringe at that. He’s going to walk me like a fucking dog? If he wasn’t twice my size and I hadn’t tried already–and failed–I’d slap him across the face.

Instead, I bite my lip and keep quiet.

He wraps a tentacle around my wrist and brings me out of the bedroom for the first time in three days, leading me out of the ship and into the bazaar.

~

Walking naked in a bazaar filled with rich people is just about as humiliating as you’d think it is. This is my third time except the last two times it was a seedier crowd. Instead of eye fucking me–though there’s some of that too–it’s mostly looks of pity or even intrigue.

Walking naked in a bazaar filled with rich aliens is just about as humiliating as you’d think it is. At least last time it was a seedier crowd. Instead of eye fucking–though there’s some of that too–it’s mostly looks of haughtiness or intrigue.

The one good thing about Gorth is that he’s keeping me safe from the other aliens, he keeps me by his side as we walk through the bazaar.

The bazaar is filled with all sorts of booths, storefronts and carts but it doesn’t have that familiar smell of exotic spices and perfumes like back on my home station. Everything is…sterile. Overly so. Fancy but boring.

We stop at a store front with a woman behind a glass panel, she dances naked, swishing her hips and running her hands over her boobs. I don’t miss the chain on her ankle or the look of exhaustion in her eye. I realize it’s a pet store…for humans. Gorth drags me in and I lock eyes with the woman, we look at each other in solidarity and pity.

“Welcome!” Says another woman–this one an alien, she’s an insectoid. Her wings buzz happily and she smiles revealing two sharp canines. “We’re currently running a sale! Everything in the shop is 25% off. If there’s anything I can help you with, just let me know!” Her eyes land on me and she gives a small squeal. “Oh what a cute little pet you have! I love the yellow haired ones.” She seems completely indifferent to the fact I’m naked. 

Gorth pulls me into his side and smiles tightly, “Yes…I too like the golden ones.” It’s clear he doesn’t like that the insectoid female touched me but is still trying to be polite. He clears his throat, “I’m looking for collars and leashes.”

“Ah!” She nods, “Right this way, right this way! We have many kinds." She brings us to an aisle of collars, they come in all different collars, some are glittery, some are bedazzled and some are spiked. I notice, behind glass cases and even jewel encrusted.

“And everything is 25% off?” Gorth clarifies and the insectoid female nods with a “yes, yes!” She's so chipper that it makes me sick considering what kind of shop she owns. Gorth looks down at me, “See anything you like, pet?” he murmurs and my eyes widen, I’m surprised that he’s actually giving me a choice.

Since I don’t like any of them, I shake my head. He sighs and nods, inspecting many collars.

“Your wares seem mostly cosmetic, I don’t suppose you have any training collars? Gorth asks the insectoid, “She’s a recent acquisition of mine.” he says, glancing at me. Training collars. What the fuck does that mean?

The insectoid female smiles happily, “Oh of course we do and they’re just as pretty! We can get her fitted right now.”

“Good.”

Gorth takes me by the shoulders and has me sit on a stool, the insectoid female heads off to a particular shelf and comes back with a few colors of collars, most of them are covered in glitter.

“I thought green would go lovely with her eyes, yes?” She says, and I flinch back as she shoves one right up next to my face for Gorth to see. Gorth hums and nods.

“Yes, I think green is a fine option…”

As she straps the collar onto me she speaks quickly to Gorth, “This is our newest training collar, it’s meant to be worn day and night but of course that’s your choice. It has multiple shock settings and varies from a simple pinch to a severe stun!” She twists a key and the lock clicks, when I tug at it, the insectoid giggles.

She hands the remote over to Gorth and he studies it then, presses a button. I flinch as it zaps me, just like a bug bite.

“Ouch.” I scowl.

“Awh sugar did that hurt?” The insectoid asks with a overexagerated pout, I glare at her and she laughs. “Oh you’ve got a feisty one.” I hate this bug-eyed bitch. I hate the way she talks to me like I’m a dog and I hate the fact that she’s the reason that I’m wearing a shock collar right now.

Gorth smiles–a real one, “I do.” he nods. His tentacles stroking my cheek and I feel the instinct to bat it away. He looks to the female. “We’ll take this collar and a matching leash.”

“Excellent!” She buzzes happily and Gorth follows her to the counter while I sit on the stool. I look around the shop but my eyes catch on the girl in the glass cage, the one that seems to be forced to dance to attract buyers. I stand up and walk close to the panel. I tap on the glass and she startles, looking behind herself to see me.

We stare at each other for a moment and I press my hand against the glass, she presses her hand to mine and I find a moment of solace in her gaze.

Then her eyes widen and she stumbles back. I frown, flinching when I feel Gorth’s tentacle on my shoulder. I turn to find him staring down at me. 

“It’s time to go now.”

“Okay…master.”

Gorth leads me out of the shop and back into the bazaar. I watch him pocket the remote and key to my collar. He looks to me and smiles, “I like that collar on you.” he murmurs, “The seller was right, it goes nicely with your eyes.”

“Thanks.” I grumble and he chuckles, wrapping a tentacle around my forearm.

“Let’s go home now pet.”

~

Gorth’s res-unit is huge. 

Sleek and minimalist but huge. His living room is bigger than my entire res-unit back home and the floor is wooden. Not real wood of course but still it’s not the cheap metal plating that they use back on my home station or back in the bazaar.

He’s got holographs on the walls–abstract and the light-fixtures are geometric. 

“Welcome home pet.” He murmurs. Stroking my arm. “Are you hungry?”

I shrug, “I could eat.”

Zap.

I jump and my head snaps to the lord. “What was that for?” I snap.

Zap.

I gasp.

His tentacle wraps around the back of my neck, and suddenly we’re chest to chest. “You say, yes master. I’m sorry master. Not, I could eat. Not, what was that for.” he says calmly. I glower up at him and his tentacles tighten around my neck ever so slightly.

We’re at a standstill until I grit out, “Yes master.”

He smiles, stroking my cheek. “Good girl.”

Then it’s like it never happened and he’s directing me towards the kitchen.

Leading me into the kitchen, he helps me sit on his counter stool which comes up to my waist. Then walks to the food processor, “What would you like to eat?”

“I…” I scratch at my neck, worrying at my lip before saying. “I like those grey meatcubes you’ve been giving me…” 

“Yes?” He says, and nods. “Alright. Koraxian it is then.” I’ve never heard of that animal and it’s probably for the best. Cattle from other planets aren’t nearly as cute as earth animals. Most of them look like they could take one bite out of me and end my life.

Gorth sets a plate of meat cubes in front of me along with a variety of sides and hands me a fork. He sits across from me and we eat in silence. He watches me eat the entire time, never taking his eyes off me, in the light I can see the faintest sheen of his iris that makes it easier to tell where he’s looking now.

I eye him wearily but mostly keep my gaze on my food, pushing it around until he breaks the silence and says, “You need a bath. I expect you to bathe every day.” My eyes snap up to meet his. Now that he brought it up, I do feel kind of nasty. Considering his…fluid is dried all over my body. 

I swallow my meatcube. “Yes..master.” 

“Finish up eating. I will help you.”

~

I sit between Gorth’s tentacles like I would between a human man’s legs, he holds a cloth in one hand and soap in the other. Our position reminds me of the lizard who “prepared” me for auction, two tentacles are wrapped around my ankles, spreading my thighs apart as I docilely sit in Gorth’s embrace.

He’s much more gentle than the lizard male was. Which I appreciate. While he rubs my body down with the cloth, I scrub my greasy scalp with shampoo and Gorth takes a cup and rinses it clean. I put conditioner on my ends.

Once I’m clean, I decide to make a good gesture in bad faith and wash Gorth. He’s surprised when I offer to clean him but he tensely sits still while I soap up my hands then begin to massage it into his chest.

He hums and I mimic the same massage the lizard male gave me back during my preparation. Starting at his shoulders and moving down to his chest, then his belly and waist.

He groans and I lather the soap up and down his tentacles.

“Pet.” he hisses.

“Yes master?” I murmur

He looks into my eyes and I look into his, he grabs my hand, and I watch as his tentacles part. As they do, one unfurls, short and thick–his cock. “Sit on my cock.” It’s thick at the base and thins out to a small wiggling tip, the suckers pulsate.

I look down at it and bite my lip. If I do this will he trust me? I contemplate my options. If I say no, he’s just going to do it anyways but if I say yes…

Maybe I can fool him into believing I want this.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I nod. I sit atop him on my knees, and then lower myself down. Grinding against him so I can get myself wet. His cock wriggles against my pussy and I sigh softly.

“That’s it…” he croons, “Be a good girl and sit on my cock. Take it.”

Well…when in rome.

“Yes master.” I whisper.

Lowering myself onto him further, he’s so thin I barely feel the beginning of him enter me but when I get further down to the girth, I whimper, burying my face into his neck. His tentacles, wrap around me, holding me closer to his chest.

I sink down onto him, rolling my hips with a moan and Gorth hisses.

“That’s it pet.” he groans, his bulging belly rubbing up against my flatter one.“Juust like thaat.” I hump up and down Gorth, his cock wriggling inside and tickling just up against my g-spot.

“Mm~” I whimper, my forehead pressing against the side of his neck. 

His limbs squeeze me up against him, suckers kissing my skin. A tentacle wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me to his mouth and I oblige, opening my mouth to his expectant tongue.

A tentacle wraps around my waist and he begins to aid me in moving up and down on him, he’s strong enough to force me up and down on his cock. He pulled me halfway up just to slam me down against him quickly.

“Unf~!

Gorth’s tentacles wrapped around my torso, taking my breasts and squeezing them, the tips of his tentacles wriggling against the tips of my nipples and I gasp.

Heat builds in my belly, a tensing in my core and I move faster. Up and down, up and down. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tighter and the tentacle around my neck squeezes. Gorth groans, his tongue still licking in my mouth, he pulls back and licks up my jaw, his long slithering tongue tasting my skin. He groans, and his suckers begin to pulsate inside of me. 

I spasm, moaning out loud. My back arches and I dig my nails into Groth’s back.

“Yes!” He hisses and a tentacle whips me on the ass causing me to yelp. His suckers soothe my skin, nipping and lubricating. “Oh creator I’m going to cum.” he growls. His cock expands inside me.

I move faster, chasing after my own release. Up and down, up and down, his tentacle scrubs the inside of my walls, sucker sucking my g-spot. I choke out a sob.

Close, close, close.

It builds and builds, and then…snaps.

I whine, my back bowing and hips snapping. Gorth whips my ass a second time and I squeal, a gush of liquid escaping me. Not as much as yesterday, but enough fluid to coat my inner thighs.

Gorth expands inside me, doubling in girth, he groans. His hips meeting up with mine, tentacles wrapping around my waist and my eyes widen when one prods at my puckered hole.

“W-wait!” I whine, but he doesn’t. Instead he surges forward and I screech. Too quickly he thrusts into my ass. The only thing that saves me from pain is the natural lubrication that oozes from his suckers. “Ahgn~!”

I thrash in his arms but he holds me down.

This freak invades my asshole like he did the last time and it feels amazing. I hate it.

I hate it. I hate. I hate–

My eyes bulge, and my body seizes, a second orgasm bursting through me. I shriek. Seizing and my ass clenches on the tentacle inside it while my pussy pulses around his cock. He groans, then, I feel a surge of liquid burst inside me.

I slump against Gorth and he clutches me to his body, hoarsely whispering in my ear soothing praises. Telling me how “fucking amazing” I feel.

Gorth cradles my body, picking us up out of the tub and bringing me into a bedroom–my bedroom I think, until he lays beside me. Pulling me against him, he sits me up for a moment, collaring me, a tentacle deftly twisting the key to my lock–the key that I need if I’m going to get out of here. He places it on the night table beside us and I think my plan will be easier than I think. 

Once he falls asleep…That key is mine.

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[sunnasweet]

Anna and The Auction 5

Anna tries to escape and is punished.

Warnings : Noncon/Reluctance

F!human x M!tentacle alien

Part 1 , Part 4

Accidentally posted chapter 4 again when I meant to post 5 whoops

Unsurprisingly, when freedom is right within your grasp, the last thing you think about is sleep.

As Gorth’s breathing settles, I carefully slip from his tentacles. 

Sliding from his side, I roll off the bed and crouch on the floor. I squat there for a moment, just breathing, half expecting Gorth to wake up and ask me what I’m doing. But he doesn’t and I stand.

I grab the key off the nightside table, pull my hair aside and jam the key in. The lock unclicks and I nearly burst into tears.

Without waiting a beat, I run out of the room and head straight for the front door of the res-unit. I unclasped the lock and pull the handle.

Then everything goes to shit.

An alarm–blaring and distressing sounds off the moment I open the door. I gasp in horror and slam the door shut hoping it will stop but it doesn't. It keeps going and I look around frantically trying to find a way to stop the noise.

But I see nothing.

I clamp my hands over my ears and crouch into a ball.

What do I do? What do I–

The shrieking alarm stops.

“Did you honestly think I would let you get away?”

My head snaps up to Gorth and I choke out a sob.

My heart races at the sight of Gorth. He's so big. Not just tall but burly. His upper body isn't just all fat. There's clear muscle to him and his tentacles are thick and meaty. 

“M-master…”

“Oh please.” Gorth snarls. He clamps a tentacle around my forearm and drags me to my feet. “Do you think I buy your submissive act?” He hisses.

He leers into my face, “You think because I put you in my bed that I trust you?”

“I'm sorry….” I say weakly. Half in earnest subservience and the other in an attempt to pacify him.

“Sorry for trying to escape or sorry for getting caught?”

I bite my lip and avoid his gaze. He seethe, the tentacle around my arm tightens and I wince. He drags me forward, towards the bedroom and when we get inside he slams the door closed.

“Get on the bed.” he demands.

“W-what?”

“Get. On. The. Bed.” he punctuates. “on your hands and knees, get on the bed.”

“I…”

“Now!” He snaps amd I flinch. Scurrying to the bed I do as he asks and crawl on top of it. Then I look over my shoulder nervously.

“Face the wall.” he grumbles. I cautiously obey. 

Then. With no warning at all.

“O-ouch!” a fiery hot pain spreads on my bottom as Gorth lashes me with his tentacle. I look back over my shoulder and stare at him wide-eyed. “What are you doing?”

“Quiet” he growls.

I gape at him.

“Face the wall and shut your mouth before I gag you.” I shiver. I've never seen him like this. The first day he took me he might have been frustrated with me by my refusal to follow his orders but he seems genuinely angry this time.

“Gorth…” I murmur then gasp as he strikes me again. Twice in succession.

“Master,” he reprimanded.

“M-master…” I stammer “Please don’t hurt me, I'm sorry for what I did, but isn't this going too fa–”

Fwap

“I said be quiet.”

Fwap fwap fwap

Gorth strikes me again and again and I yelp and squirm each time he does it. When I start to move from my position on my hands and knees. tentacles wrap around my ankles and wrists, he tugs me so I'm stuck on my belly. My cheek squished Into the mattress. 

“Start counting.”

~

His tentacle whips my ass for the 10th time and I sob “Master please stop it hurts.”

I hadn't expected it to hurt so much but with the natural lubrication that oozes from his suckers, I feel like I'm getting whipped with a wet towel.

“Oh pet it hurts?” He coos in my ear and I shiver. Then he whispers “Good.” he whips my ass again.

I hiccup, “I'm sorry!”

“Keep counting."

“T-ten…” The tip of his cock prods at my hole and I gasp, my lip quivering. I feel so helpless. Subject to punishment and humiliation. He rubs my inflamed ass and the lubrication from his suckers soothes the pain.

I whimper in anticipation of another strike but Lord Gorth just purrs in my ear, “If you ever try to escape again…this punishment will seem like a treat.” He thrusts inside and I yelp as he pushes against my tender skin. “That’s it…” he croons, “take it dear pet.”

I choke out a sob, my arms shaking as I struggle to hold myself up. His suckers scrub against my inner walls, the tip of is cock rubbing against my g-spot and I can’t help but meet his thrusts with a whine.

“Ughn…”

“There we are pet.” he hums, his tentacles wrapping around my pelvis, he lifts me up and I sob in pleasure and pain. My ass stings but my pussy feels so full. “Mmm pet you feel so good.” he groans, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. He licks my skin and growls.

I whimper, and my eyes roll back as he steadily thrusts inside. I can’t stand this creature. He’s the reason I’m a slave. The reason I’ve been stolen from my home. I don’t want to be his little pet or sex slave. I want my life back. I want to go back to my shitty res-unit, it might not have been much, but it was mine. I will escape, I will escape, I will–

“A-agh!” His tentacle pushes against my asshole and I cry out. He hushes me and I struggle against him and moan.

My nails scratch against the sheets, eyes squeezing shut as he fucks me in the ass and pussy. I can do nothing but take it. He inches further and further inside my ass, tentacle wriggling inside and I gasp and groan. The tentacle around my pelvis lifts me so my hips are arched, presenting my ass to him further.

“M-master!” I gasp. Writhing underneath him. “Please…” I cry out. I want to fight but also I want more–need more. I can feel the heat building in my belly. My abdomen tenses, pussy clenching around his cock. He groans and his cock begins to wriggle faster inside as his hips slap against my sore ass. I yelp.

“Good girl, pet.”

His tentacle wriggles deep inside my ass, poking and prodding while his suckers lubricate it’s entrance. I claw at the sheets. Humping back against him. My hole clenches and unclenches, gaping on his fat limb.

Another tentacle comes around my neck, squeezing gently and I move faster. Desperate for my release. 

The heat rises inside of me, my thighs quiver and I choke out a sob. My hips buck, and I tip over the edge. Screaming, I convulse around Gorth’s girth. His tentacle thrusts in, in, in my ass, working in tandem with my pussy as I cry out.

“That’s it.” he hisses, “let go.”

I do. Slick gushes from my pussy, Gorth’s rapidly moving cock slips out and I feel it expand against my bottom. He grunts, pushing back inside my sloppy pussy, he thrusts once, twice–three times before I feel another gush of warm syrupy fluid enter my body. I shiver and my body goes limp as he fills me up.

He whispers in my ear, “Remember pet, you will never escape me.” I whimper and he chuckles, petting my hair as the tentacle around my throat loosens while the one in my ass continues to slowly pump inside me, making me shake.

“You’re mine. Forever.”

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