#alien fucking

Today was a normal day. You woke up, showered, ate breakfast, brushed your teeth, drank coffee, and went to work. Working as a cashier wasn't where you thought you’d be working after high school but it was working here or on the pole and your mother certainly would disown you.

The day drags on and the clear blue sky turns to a mellow and cloudy orange. You sighed and closed up the shop, walking to your car with your purse and keys in between your knuckles. You scanned the empty parking lot, waiting for someone to try and fuck with you and your sharp silver keys.

The leaves under your thick boots crunched loudly as you neared your Candy Apple Red Volkswagen Beetle. It was gifted to you on your sixteenth birthday. You didn't get your drivers license until nineteen. Now twenty one and living alone in college, it got lonely. Like really lonely.

You thought about adopting a cat or dog from your local shelter but with your troubled memory, you’d forgotten. Not to mention your horrendous work schedule.

You sighed and unlocked your car. Slipping in, you hummed the tune that had been playing in the little coffee shop you worked at. God do they NEED to play the same songs on repeat for 6 hours straight?

Just then you heard a knock on your window. You nearly jump out of the roof of your car as you look up. A man dressed in a funny looking blue suit stood by your door.

“Greetings earthling known as..” The man trailed off, looking down at your name tag. “Y/n.” He said, his lips curling into an unsettling … smile? Could you even call it a smile?

“Do not fear me Y/n. I do not have violence intentions. Allow me into the motor vehicle.” He says, pulling at the door handle. Good thing for locks. The man's eyebrows furrow as the door stays in its place.

“I do not plan on causing bodily or mental damage to you Y/n. Allow me into your motor vehicle.” You shook your head. Who the FUCK was this guy? He leaned in closer to your window, peering in at you.

“Do-Do we know each other?” You asked, nearly pissing yourself.

“Define the word ‘know’. I do not understand it.” He pulls out a little notebook, leather and tattered.

“Where the hell are you from that you don't know what that means?” You ask, ready to peel out of the lot.

He looks at you, any hint of a smile gone. “Not from here.” Is all he says. So weird. The darkness of the parking lot makes the whole encounter even more weird.

The man opens his mouth to speak again but instead of staying and potentially getting brutally murdered, you quickly start your car and speed out of the parking lot. Your heart was racing and you drove home. Was he following you? Who was he? Where was he from?

Once you got home you inspected every window and door, ensuring they were locked tightly. Afterwards you locked yourself in your bedroom, ready to shower and go to bed.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

You hear strange knocking noises coming from your bedroom window after showering. You nervously pull the curtain back, looking at your backyard. Then, you saw him. The same man from the parking lot. He stood there, holding rocks from your garden. Holy shit you should call the cops.

In one swift move you run from your bedroom into the living room, nearly pulling your home phone off of the wall with the force you grabbed it.

“Don't.” You heard the man say as he grabbed your arm holding the phone. Your eyes went wide. How did he get in?

“There is no need to fear me. I have not come to Earth to harm any Earth natives.” He speaks, his monotone voice soft. You shake your head, shaking in fear. He notices. His head tilts to the side in obvious confusion.

“Why are you afraid Y/n? I have explained that I have no intention of harming you. I need to collect research for my home planet. You earthlings are fascinating.” He explains, like you’re supposed to understand any of this.

“Who-Who are you?” You let out in a shaky breath. He smiles uncannily and legs go of your arm. You place the phone back in its place as you move backwards from him.

“I am ☌⟒⍀⏃⍀⎅. I am from the planet ⋔⏃⍀⌇. I’m aware that earthlings call this planet…. Maaarrsss.” He hisses. So he's an alien? This guy must be a nut job. You nod your head and smile. Please don't let this guy kill me, you think. He smiles back.

“I-I can't uh say your name..” You say, looking around your living room for any potential weapons. The man stares at you. “Geerardd.” The name rolls off of his tongue as he tilts his head and walks towards you. You instinctively move backwards.

“Relax yourself Y/n.” He says, reaching out to touch your hair. He brings a strand to his nose, smelling it. Then his (abnormally long and wet) tongue flicks out and licks at your hair. You pull your hair away from him.

“Tell me, Y/n, what purpose does hair serve on earth?” He asks, opening his notebook. You look at him confused. He has hair too. Short and an orange ish red.

“It-I don't know..Helps us stay warm in winter?” You reply. He writes it down and nods.

“And what purpose does winter serve on Earth?” You swallow. He stares right into your eyes.

“I-I don't know.” You look down at your feet, embarrassed. He kneels down to the floor, looking into your eyes again. You look away.

“I was informed that eye contact was important to you earthlings. Was I misinformed?” He stands back up.

You ignore him and go sit on your couch. This was going to be a long night. He follows you and sits next to you, close enough that your thighs touched.

“Are you really from Mars?” You ask, laughing lightly. He stares at you for a moment, his hazel eyes flickering between your own. He nods. You sigh and turn to look at the warm fireplace in front of you.

“Prove it.” You say, never looking from the fire. He doesn't say anything for a while.

Then you hear it. A wet slimey noise and then the man lets out a soft hum. You look up and are met with a red fleshy (naked) body. His skin was smooth, his head and eyes were bigger and he now had antennas. You freeze, your eyes widening and your hair standing on end.

“My natural appearance has been known to scare your kind.” He says, his human flesh sliding back over his wet skin. “Was that enough to persuade your opinion, earthling?” He asks. You nod. He smiles slightly and opens his notebook.

“I have taken it upon myself to travel to earth and learn about your kind.” He hums.

“Why?” You ask hesitantly.

“I wish to stay on this planet.” He says, a sad look in his eyes.

You huff out a laugh. “Trust me, you don't wanna stay here. Go back to Mars. Bring me with you.” You joke.

“I am unable to return to Mars.” He looks down at his notebook.

Your eyebrows furrow. “Why not?” He sighs.

“⟊⍜⎐⟟⏃⋏⌇or Jovians landed on my home planet. Slaughter ensued. My brother he…” He closes his eyes. Without thinking, you pull Gerard into a tight hug with his face (un)fortunately placed directly in between your chest. You coo and rub his back like you would a baby. He just stiffens as you tell him how sorry you were.

He pulls back and stares at you eerily.

“What was that?”

“A hug?”

“What purpose does a ‘hug’ serve?”

You laugh. “It-It's supposed to comfort those in… uhm… distress!” You explain. Gerard writes in his notebook.

“How does a ‘hug’ make the distressed person less distressed?” He asks.

“Well it makes you feel like,” You shake your head in thought. “It makes you feel cared about.” You nod. Gerard nods in response.

“What else makes a human feel ‘cared about’?” He scribbles the pencil along the paper.

“Uhm… gifts do. Especially when you know someone very well and you put a lot of effort into buying or making them something.” You shrug.

He flips the page in the notebook. “Reproduction.” He states. Your eyes widen and your face turns red.

“How does reproduction work on earth?” He looks at you.

“I-I..” You shake your head in disbelief. He's an alien, he doesn't really know how inappropriate the question he's asking is.

“That's very… inappropriate to ask, Gerard.” You smile slightly.

“Define inappropriate.” He leans in closer to you, your noses nearly touching.

“Uhm… saying or doing something that society deems… not very.. proper..” You sigh when Gerard leans back.

“Ah. I know about human society. Since it is just us, is it still inappropriate to ask about reproduction?” You nod. He pouts. Has he always been this pretty?

“Okay… fine I’ll tell you.” His eyes brighten up.

“Well all humans have reproductive organs. Girls, like me, have uhm… vaginas.” You explain, face bright red. Gerard just writes down in his book.

“While boys, which you appear to be, have penises..” You try to compose yourself.

“And girls also have well ovaries and when engaging in sexual intercourse, the penis enters the vagina and there's a climax. The penis has sperm come out of it that merges with an egg making a baby.” You push your hair behind your ears. Gerard nods.

“The climax is immediate?” He looks up at you. You shake your head.

“It kind of takes a little bit..” He tilts his head in confusion. You sigh defeated.

“Show me.” Your eyes snap up to his.

“I don't know any human men.” You look at the fire again.

“I am willing to participate in an experiment.” He nods. Your breath hitches in your throat. He blinks blankly at you.

“You don't… Do you have a … penis?” You ask, partly scared.

In response Gerard stands up and. unbuckles his belt to allow his oversized pants to fall to the ground.

Holy shit.

He definitely has something.

A twelve inch orange wiggling tentacle.

You gasp at the sight. He looks down at you with confusion. “Is this not what the ‘boys’ on your planet have?” He asks softly. You shake your head. Gerard hums.

“I’d like to view your ‘vagina’ now.” He stands directly in front of you. You instinctively fix your hair and lift your legs up. He sinks down to his knees in front of your panty clad pussy, a pool of wetness staining the thin fabric. His head moves from side to side as his pupils dilate very big.

You breathe out a shaky sigh and you slowly peel the panties off of you. After throwing them to the floor you look off to the side, embarrassed.

Suddenly Gerard's tongue laps at your wetness. Your head snaps back to his head in between your legs. “A-aah.. Gerard?” You place your hands in his hair to steady yourself.

He pulls back for a moment. “What is this sweet fluid?” You blush deeply. “It's arousal. It's supposed to help the penis go inside easier.” Gerard nods and licks up from your entrance to your clit, flicking his tongue around the bundle of nerves as he sees your moans getting louder and your hips jerking wildly.

“Oh-Oh I’m gonna..!” You attempt to warn him of your incoming orgasm. Your legs shake as he (unknowingly) helps you ride out your orgasm. You push his head back after the pleasure becomes too much.

“Where does the penis go?” He spreads your folds carefully with both of his index fingers. You swallow and guide one of his fingers to your hole. “Here?” His finger slips inside and your head falls back. You feel his finger moving around inside of you, exploring. You whine and push his finger out.

“You wanted to have… intercourse..” Your eyes are half lidded. He nods and stands up. You hold your legs up as the moving tentacle wiggles with a mind of its own. The tip brushes against your clit before Gerard uses his hand to guide it to your hole. You nearly scream out at the sensation of the tentacle filling you up as he lets out a low purring noise.

He leans down over you, your lips brushing together. “This is very different from reproduction on my home planet.” He notes. “What happens now?” Your hands grab his hips and push them back and forwards until Gerard gets the idea and begins to rock his hips on his own.

Your eyes cross at the pleasurable sensation. He purrs and whines as his hips speed up.

“F-Fuck.. Go-Go faster, please?” You beg. He nods and speeds his hips.

You grab his face and pull him into a kiss. He stumbles and tries to follow your lead.

Once you pull back, he asks, “What was that?”

“A kiss.” You sigh out.

“What is the purpose of a kiss?” His eyebrows furrow.

“To show attraction.” You moan.

Gerard leans down and kisses you again.

He only pulls back when his hips still and his tentacle suctions to your vagina walls. You breathe heavily. “What-What's going on?” You ask, out of breath. He only blinks at you a few times before you feel it.

A hot liquid paints your insides.

Can inter species pregnancies happen?

Gerard's eyes twitch and he falls down on top of you, his tentacle still stuck inside you. He tucks his face into your chest.

Alien Konig is sent to Earth to collect human specimen for his planet's research breeding program. He's told that idealistically at least four of siring group and four of the brooding group. Konig is very happy to help his planet. He's a very good alien.

So he finds four siring humans (and how convenient for him that they were in a group together). The brooding humans are a little harder since he's a little pickier. He wants to make sure that he gets good matches. But he's determined and he finds four brooding humans that he thinks will pair well with the sires.

And then he gets some...interesting news.

The program is going to expand to interspecies relations, would Konig mind grabbing another brooding human? They'll still need to find someone of their species willing to participate but-what? Konig you'll do it? Why Konig, who knew you were such a dedicated researcher.

Yes Konig is a very dedicated researcher...He's also a human fucker but his fellow researchers don't need to know that.

So Konig now has the pleasure of looking for a brood human to be his partner in research. He's a bit picky actually. He doesn't want just any brood human, he does have standards. For a second he thinks he's not going to find someone, and then he finds reader.

Reader who seems to be made of all of Konig's fantasies. Like she walked out of one of his dreams. He knows that she has to the one he takes. One quick teleport kidnapping in the middle of the night and everything is all set to go. And reader doesn't even seem to be that scared of him! The hood to cover his face was a great idea. Some species didn't react well to his species facial tentacles or beaks.

Once he's sure she's awake and fully cognizant of what's going on he explains who he is and the mission he's been sent on, and what both their purposes are here. Little does Konig realize that reader is the monster fucker to his human fucker. Really he's such a lucky alien.

He's surprised but very pleased when reader says she'll happily help with research. They spend several Earth evenings discussing human anatomy and mating rituals, Konig making diligent notes and asking what someone might think are invasive questions. Some of them make Reader blush but Konig just thinks it's a pretty look on her and goes to ask about that too. Eventually they get to a point where all the questions he can think of have answers, all that's left is the practicum.

And that's how they end up here. Reader is sat naked in this heavily padded chair, the back set to an angle so she's reclined for it to be comfortable. Each wrist is set in an arm brace, but don't worry Konig makes sure it's not too tight on her. Her ankles are also strapped down, legs spread by what looks like medical stirrups. It looks a little intimidating at first, but Konig goes through so much effort to make sure she's comfortable.

Once she's all set Konig starts from the top, brushing his finger tip against her hairline and over her face, repeating what he thinks the names are. Sometimes reader agrees, or she'll correct him, like when he called her nose a button. The first snag is when he accidentally scratches her cheek with his nail.

He pulls back when she hisses, eyes widening as he sees a small red cut along the curve. He apologizes and goes to get some healing spray. One quick spritz later and it's like the cut is never there. Konig notes that the human flesh is less tough than his own. He's promises to be extra careful as he continues. Reader's lips part when he traces their cupid's bow, and his hood moves with his tentacles in curiosity at the sight of her tongue.

He pushes his finger past her lips to feel the texture of her tongue and he's amazed at how soft it is. He follows the feel of it to the back of reader's throat but pulls his back when he feels her cough. She has to explain what a gag reflex is, and it leads to so many new questions. He learns what the reflex is used for, and is curious to know that not every human has one. He asks what positives can come from such a thing and his interest is piqued when reader says it's a positive during...oral sex? Konig is surprised that humans can reproduce via their mouths.

Reader is blushing again when she explains that humans don't reproduce via their mouths. Konig tilts his head and asks what the point is then. Read explains that it's a way to stimulate and pleasure a partner's sexual organs. Konig is immediately looking between reader's thighs. She wants to close her legs but well...stirrups and bound ankles.

Konig bends down to get a closer look at her cunt, noting how the position of her spread legs cause her lips to open to reveal the rest of her. He notes that there's some shine but decides to ask about it later. Instead, remembering what happened to her cheek, he very carefully traces a finger down one lip. It's fascinating the way it causes her leg muscles to jump.

He asks how a partner is suppose to pleasure her here. He waits as she explains in halting phrases how other humans use their mouths and fingers. He asks if doing such is always pleasurable and she explains that sometimes a partner isn't skilled enough. Konig makes a thoughtful noise as he stares at her cunt. His species doesn't have lips, and he doubts that beaks are particularly pleasant. But his species facial tentacles are rather...dexterous.

He lifts his hood covering enough that a few are revealed and he hears reader squeak. He looks up at her and she's staring at the gentle sway that they do without him thinking to hard about it. She doesn't seem to be so upset about it so...

He rests his hands on her thighs and lean in closer, now operating on feel more than sight. The first swipe of his tentacle makes her jump, he can feel it in his hands and the tip of his tentacle. He gives her a moment before trying it again, gently tracing the shape of her lips and moving inward with each pass. He feels reader moving her hips and pulls back to ask why she's doing so.

He listens intently as she explains, without looking at him now how strange, that his tentacle did feel good, but she was trying to get the touch else where, more inward. In particularly on her clit. Konig looks back at her cunt and notices the little nub towards the top of it, a little puffy and engorged, it does seem to beg his attention. He flicks a tentacle tip against it and is gifted with the sound of reader moaning.

He finds he enjoys the sound. He wants more of it.

He continues the action, trying different speeds and pressure against her clit. He notices that the slow flicks with more pressure makes her whine and squirm her lips again, but the fast ones with the same pressure makes her yelp and pull away. So sensitive her clit seems to be. He eases up the pressure and that seems to please her, moaning again like she did the first time.

As he continues his flicking though Konig notices there's a slickness that's seeping out of her. He pulls back again, stopping his flicking and making reader moan in disappointment. He's torn between asking why she sounds so upset and asking about the slickness. He's so curious though, wants to know if hers is like the kind that their tentacles secrete to keep from drying out.

It's not, she explains in a rush, like she's desperate for something. It's more a lubricant her body makes so it's easier for her to accept a cock for mating. And that catches Konig's attention. Lubricant for mating? He runs a separate tentacle through her wetness and oh, it feels so silky.

For some reason he's struck with the urge to taste it. He brings the tentacle to his beak and takes a hesitant lick of it. Only to discover how divine it tastes. His species can't moan like humans but he hopes the trill that comes from his chest expresses how pleased he is. He wants more of her taste, he craves it.

With a new found urgency his tentacle is back to trace her wetness to it's source, her hole that seems to tighten as soon as one of his tentacles circles the edge of it. Reader's making the same sound she did before when he first flicked her clit, and she's pleading with him, though he isn't really sure what for. But surely if she enjoyed what he's done to her clit, making the same noise means she wants him to continue.

So he does, pushing his tentacle into her cunt and oh, oh this is so new. She's so warm, and wet, and soft. It's nothing like the cloaca of his species. He can already feel his phallus start to push against his vent, and he can only imagine what she would feel like if he used it to fill her instead.

But that can wait for another day.

He's too busy trying to pull more of that natural sweetness from her, tip of his tentacle curving to drag along the walls of her cunt in hopes of rewarding him. It makes her hips jump again, and this time a cry tearing from her lips. Before he can stop though she's begging for the opposite, for him to keep going. Given how her walls are starting to clamp down on his tentacle he can only assume he's doing something right.

So he gives into her pleas and he doesn't stop. He continues the dragging motion of his tentacle, putting more pressure when one particular spot seems to affect her more than the others. The sounds she's making are becoming more high pitched, and it seems like she can't stop herself from begging for more. Silly reader, doesn't she realize Konig is more than happy to give her what she wants?

Between gasps she garbles something about her clit, and Konig takes it as a sign to give it attention again. With a tentacle not busy filling (and honestly deliciously abusing) her cunt, he flicks her clit again and is rewarded with a whine as she clamps down tighter on the tentacle inside of her. It seems she likes when he does that. So he continues to do it, flicking it with the same speed and pressure as he was before. He's glad he learned to be so dexterous with his facial tentacles or else he doesn't know if he'd be able to move the two of them so independently of each other.

Reader is making higher and higher pitched noises more frequently and Konig gets the impression they are working her towards something. Whatever it is, she seems stuck after a few moments, whining and sounding like she is close to crying with the way she is hiccupping. Konig wants to pull away to ask what is wrong but he remembers how fervently she had begged him not to stop earlier. So he doesn't but he suddenly gets an idea. He knows she enjoys him flicking her clit, but what about other clitoral stimuli?

He wraps the tentacle as delicately as he can around her clit, trying not to use too much strength as he squeezes it and gives it pull. It certainly does something. As soon as he was squeezing, reader was screaming, back arching against the exam chair. Konig would have pulled back but the way she squeezes down on the tentacle inside her has Konig wondering if it's actually a good sound.

And then he get's a face full of her wetness. And Konig has found Nirvana. It him just right that he essentially got a beak full, flooding his senses with the taste and smell of her.

It's addicting.

It makes all reason and logic leave his mind.

He's only left with the one raging instinct to do whatever it takes to get more.

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I hope poor reader is in to have her pussy fucking destroyed. Man's gonna be on a sex ban for weeks.

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