#alien smut

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who is so cringe it nearly melts Sukuna’s face off sometimes, “Oh-Em-Gee.” breathes Satoru in delight upon exit of the WAP-69 (don’t ask). “What the fuck does that mean?” Sukuna asks, bulky arms getting goosebumps at the cool temperature on earth during this fine evening. “It’s human-talk.” Satoru replies snootily.

“Uh-huh... and do you know what it means?”

“Well, I don’t have a direct translation BUT humans have said it when they’re surprised, when they’re praying, and when they’re fucking.”

“Cool. Now stop saying it.”

The radar device which Satoru holds starts bleeping, bright green dot blinking. “OMG I just got a signal for your teddy bear.”

“—it is NOT a teddy bear, that’s a VERY rare human artifact. Now, where is it?”

“This residence.” he rears his head up at your apartment complex.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who snoops around a hot pink bedroom, opening and closing drawers, scouring for the Hello Kitty plush very rare human artifact that is impossibly important to Sukuna. “Ooo! Nail polish — I don’t have pink in my collection.” Sukuna ignores the Nuisance and searches high and low, but the Nuisance keeps yapping. “Lacey pussy-protectors... mine now.” he smirks as he pockets them. “They’re called panties. And stop stealing shit!” Sukuna hisses, but Satoru? Doesn’t hear him, because his eyes land on an unopened box.

“—ooo, is this a plastic noodle? Oh. No, wait,” he reads the label of the sex toy (that you just bought and were very excited to come home from work to ride your brains out on, btw), “‘galactic cock’...? Haha, check that... humans are freaky.”

“Yeah, like you didn’t just get ripped off on a ‘human’ pussy in Andromeda, of all places. Seriously, isn’t that thing too small?”

Suddenly, Satoru stiffens, Six Eyes acting like his personal sensor as he detects a human nearby.

“Someone’s at the door.”

“OMG.”

“This is not the right context for OMG. We need to GTFO.”

They snatch the Very Rare Human Artifact That Is Definitely Not A Hello Kitty Toy and make for their ship.

But Satoru hesitates when his Six Eyes gather the details of your soul. His mouth hangs agape, as if he’s been struck in the back by a thousand cupid's arrows. Why? Because the shape of your soul is so similar to one he knew before... yeah, that human who dumped him.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO once fell in love with a human named Geto Suguru but he got DUMPED — that’s right, DUMPED — by him. And he has yearned to find someone like Geto Suguru but alas, has found no such similar soul in all the galaxies he had traversed. All fruitless missions, those were. But isn’t it fucking funny that he got dumped by a human? Sukuna will never not laugh at that.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who observes you, all Six Eyes dewy with tears, from the invisible UFO that’s parked on the rooftop one apartment block away from yours. “Wow, she is just so beautiful, it almost hurts to stare.” Satoru sobs softly, sweetly, making Sukuna curl his lips in abject disgust. “Don’t even think about it.” Sukuna warns. “I wasn’t! God, I’ve learned my lesson...” he trails off, sniffling as he wipes a tear off that’s been dramatically clinging to his lower lashes.

ㅤㅤㅤ──── 🛸

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who totally abducts you when Sukuna is asleep. Well, maybe don’t let the weirdo who’s been fucking a knock-off ‘human’ pocket pussy from Andromeda take control of the ship? Because obviously he isn’t gonna chart a course for home before beaming you up.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who stares at you — waiting for you to wake up — with two entrancingly blue eyes, the rest just small slits on his cheek and above his brows. He doesn’t wanna freak you out. And see! You don’t freak out when you wake up and look at him. Instead, you stare fondly back at him... glaring? No, no... he read in a book somewhere that glaring is sometimes affectionate. Oh, god, his heart throbs at you.

And you’re curling your lip at him, sprawled on the soft white sheets of his pod-bed, half admiring his ethereal beauty and half cowering at how massive he is as he arches over you — so giant, yet so docile. Adoring, even, puppy tilt of the head as you slowly blink at him.

“Uh... gleep glorp?”

“No, English.”

“What’s going on?”

Satoru’s lips spread into a toothy grin, “Surprise! You’ve been abducted, baby!”

He watches your mouth fall open — brows flattening over your eyes. Are you scared? Well, he inches backwards just in case. But then you speak again.

“Are you... are you fuckin’ kidding me...?”

“I’m sorry!” Satoru bursts into apology mode, “Listen, I’m not evil or anything, I just really liked the shape of your soul — OK fuck that sounds weird — ”

“I have CLASS tomorrow.”

“—wut?”

“It’s FINALS, you gleeb glorp motherfucker! I don’t have TIME for an alien abduction right now. I will get my degree NO MATTER WHAT.”

His antennae droop. There’s a hot blush burning atop his cheeks and he looks utterly embarrassed — seriously, this is not how Abduction: Suguru Geto went. Oops.

Satoru pops his lips. “Ah-haaa... sorry?”

“Sorry my ASS. This SUCKS. I wanted to come home, study, ride my brains out on my new dildo, watch memes, and go to sleep BUT NOOO! I had to get abducted by — by!”

He blinks at you with an endearing head tilt, and that’s when you’re sooo taken by his charm.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who you find out is really good at kissing — what? Okay, shame yourself for kissing an alien you literally just met. So what! He’s hot. He’s friendly. And he cups your cheeks as he kisses you more gently than any human man ever has, okay! Damn.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who is muttering little praises against your saliva-glistening lips, “You’re sooo soft. This is crazy.” he feels loopy, antennae glowing at the tips as he continues kissing you. Tilting his head, deepening the kiss, flushing hot when you presss your aching chest up on his huuuge pecs.

One intergalactic kiss and then oh no, suddenly your bra and panties fall off and you’re clawing at him to strip, too. Crazy.

ㅤㅤㅤ──── 🛸

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO can’t believe that asking “Wanna fuck?” in his most polite voice was all it took for you to hop on that alien dick.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who pinches curiously at your pussy, sniffing it out like it’s some exotic food. “Hmm, is it a bad idea to give it a taste? Surely not, when it smells this good, right? I’ve heard humans put their mouths on it juuust liiike this...” you feel his buttery soft tongue poking at your sensitive clit, throwing your head back, releasing the cutest noise he’s never heard before.

His buttery-soft lips melt against your soft pussy as he figures out what makes you feel good, finger prodding at your entrance as you instruct him to do so. Six-inch fingers (or more...?), thick and filling you up, Satoru’s grinning in amazement at how you feel inside.

“Wow, so different... really tight, I don’t think I can fit you on my cock, but we’ll see...”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO doesn’t mind that you’re soaking the palm of his hand with your pussy juices, in fact he’s lapping it up like it’s his new favorite dessert. “Oh my, now this I could get addicted to. Mm, like fuckin’ honey. So sticky, too. Aw, I bet your pussy would just melt around me so nicely like it did around my fingers.”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who is ecstatic, to say the least, when you agree to let him run some experiments on you. Um, and by that I mean, he tests your pussy with vibrators that he totally stole from earth. He’s just trying to figure out how human females orgasm, and how many times in a row, ya know? That’s why he’s pressing a buzzing toy against your clit while working a thick dildo in and out of your beautifully gushing pussy — okay, so he totally stole your ‘galactic cock’ toy, too. But hey, on the bright side, you got to put it to use after all. “Is this too much? N’aw, but you look like you enjoy it... I wonder how many times in a row I can make you cum before I break you.”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO edges you on your best orgasm just to see what it does to you. A rough, calloused hand plants a harsh slap on your sensitive pussy that’s honestly gone through so much abuse and yet still craves to be filled — toys have never been enough for you and he can clearly tell.

“So pretty when you’re a slutty little mess like this. Want me to fuck your brains out, right? Mhm, that’s all you can think about; getting fucked and filled with cock that’s wayyy too big for you. Yeah, you bet it would feel reaaaaaaaally good. And I’ve just been dying to get a feel for human pussy myself, so... why don’t we put ourselves out of agony?”

Big hands grasp at either side of your hips, cock wedged between your pussy lips. He’s teasing his bulbous cockhead at your slit, testing to see if it can actually fit in such a small space.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO whose pupils literally dilate the moment he slides his raw cock into your bare pussy, “Fuck, nn, wowww — so fucking tight. Stay still, please, I want to get deeper inside you.”

He arches over you, shadow stretching well over yours and putting you in dark shade.

He would be menacing, if not for the lip-nibbling cutiepie temperament he has; “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” he asks, genuinely concerned. “This is sooo crazy, I’ve never had to hold back this much for anyone, can’t even fuck you as hard as I want ’cause I’d break you... ahah, why does that make you smile?”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who fawns, “Fuck, human pussy feels sooo weird, ’s gonna get me addicted... fuck, nn!” aaaaaand his cock pops out. Oops.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who is tenderly eyeing out your little reactions and adoring the noises you make while he plunges his monster cock deep inside your abused pussy, pinching at your pert nipples and playing with your body like he’s known it for a century. “Mm, I feel so good, don’t I? Yeah, are you in love, yet? Because your pussy sure is. Look at how she hugs me.” He pushes your head down to make you watch him fuck you into a creamy mess.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO taking over the world? No. Taking over your pussy? Yessssssssssss. Now that’s what I’m talking about.

Fat tip prodding at your cervix, Satoru’s cock feels like it’s trying to mould your tiny cunt to fit his shape and him alone.

He presses a palm down on your tummy, “Feel me here, don’t you?” he grins, “That’s where I’m gonna put my babies.” Feeling him pulse against your walls so hot and hard that it makes your head spin so much you have to claw onto his beefy biceps for stability.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO whose imagination could have never accounted for the scent of your pussy, nor the pulse of its untried walls around him as he stretches you open, nor the endearing noises of pleasure that humans make during sex.

“Oh, does this spot feel good? Interesting. So, what happens if I fuck you right here... over n’ over n’ over again?”

“Ohhh, fuck! Ngh! Yesyesyes, please do that again, feels so good!!” you babble, tears escaping your twitching eyes.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who can’t help but blurt out; “Nn, fffuck — would it be a bad idea to fuck a baby into you? I think our kids would look kinda cute if they have your eyes. And I have strong genes! Wanna make a baby with me? Is that cool with you? Use your words. I’m close... cumming inside is how earthlings get pregnant, right? I have to cum... deeeeeep inside your pussy for my seed to take.”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO whose second cock rests heavy and meaty on your pulsing clit, each stroke rewiring your brain with how good it feels to effortlessly cum. You don’t even have to do anything, just let him cradle you as he fucks you full of his cum repeatedly, until it’s frothy and getting whipped up with each new thrust.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who has a crazy toothy smile on his face that makes all his six eyes squinty, the entire time he’s fucking you. Eagerly manhandling you into a mean bulldog doggystyle, “You’re so fucking pretty in every position I put you in, I’m almost jealous — never met anyone who looks prettier than me getting filled with cock.”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO can’t believe that earth has hidden a slutty gem like you from him — “You love getting fucked like this, like a little dolly; cumming ’till you can’t anymore — right, right? N’awww, you’re such a dumb babbling mess already, and I’ve just gotten started.”

You feel his thick, ribbed cock pulse against your taut walls, he’s licking affectionately at your earlobe, casting a long shadow over your frame, “Such a slutty human, so fucking weak... but you’re super cute, w’nna keep you here forever.” he says this — choking you up with how balls deep his fattest cock is right now, btw — while his upper cock is throbbing against your puckered asshole like it’s contemplating stretching that inviting hole open right now. It’s not like you’re that weak; you can take cock like a real champ in all holes at once — you’ve proven that to yourself plenty times, but those were just toys. Alien dick is a whole different story.

But he’s going craaaaaaaaazy at the thought of feeling both his cocks getting milked by your warm ass and pussy, literally drooling over your back as he coos against your earlobe, that syruppy voice feels so tingly in your stomach; “If you beg nicely, I’ll fuck both your holes~ wouldn’t that be fun?”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO releases feathery — nearly whimpering — moans fall as he finally slides both of his cocks inside your warm, welcoming holes — “Fuuuck, finally; my lil’ guy was getting jealous.”

Ethereal lashes fluttering at the sensation of his monster cock stretching out your tiny human pussy and ass. It’s crazy. Out of his world.  He ruts into you like a beast, moaning over your shoulder, firm torso melding with your sweat-slippery back.

“So good, sooo good... nobody’s made me cum this much, fuck! Ahah, haha... I’m close again. Gonna fill up both your pretty holes, my sweet doe — are you gonna take what I give you, like a good girl? N’aw, yes you are. Yes you fuckin’ are.”

He picks up the pace, pounding you so hard that his massive, plump balls thwack loudly against your clit with each thrust. His arms are vined tight around you, feet stomped either side of your hips, lifting your ass so high up in the air that your knees don’t even touch the bed anymore — they’re hovering above the sheets, a steady stream of yours and his releases make a gloopy puddle.

He’s feverish, nipping at your ears, obsessing over how his massive cocks plug you so perfectly, “That’s it, that’s it; don’t use that silly brain of yours, just let me fuck you into bliss. F-fuck... I wanna be inside you forever, fill you with my babies just like this every day — fuckfuckfuck, ngh! Ahhh, I’m gonna c-cum... I’m c-c-c—cuuuuuummmmmminnnngggggg~!”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who’s got seemingly endless stamina, so you’ve got to be the one to tell him to finish. And he cracks a guilty smile, head bowing in shame, “Sorrrryyyyy, I got carried away.” he mumbles. “I just really like you.”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who cuddles you so closely afterwards, giggling to himself — “You’re sooo cute.” he murmurs into the crook of your neck, “Never met such a slutty human before. And you take it so well, I’m honestly surprised.” he praises. You’re practically smothered by a bulk of sweaty muscle, and he has not withdrawn his cocks from your tired, cum-leaking holes.

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who cooks for you after, something ‘gourmet’ and ‘very exotic, from earth’ and it’s just fucking toaster pizza. The most sinful kind, too (SQUARE toaster pizza with PINEAPPLE). But he’s being so nice, you have to take a few polite bites.

... and it’s when Satoru scurries back to the kitchen cabin, that a grumbling double-armed, Sukuna trumbles out after his thick slumber. He could have sworn he heard moans and other such weird noises from Satoru’s bedroom, but he assumed it was just him watching his stash of human porn and then fell right back into the pillow.

But then his eyes land on you, mouth halfway choking down a toaster pizza.

You draw your gaze to him, blink innocently, and quite simply don’t know what to do except greet him by raising a peace sign — that’s a universal sign, right?

“I cum in peace.” you mumble.

Satoru’s humming from the kitchen cabin. Sukuna lets out... a sigh? A really defeated sigh.

“Satoru. Did you. Abduct. The Human?”

“... noooooooooooooo...”

He palms at his face — why does it seem to you like this isn’t the first time this has happened?

“Satoru... throughout heaven and earth, to the galaxies beyond; you alone are the dumbest fucking alien to ever exist.”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who pouts — yes, POUTS — when Sukuna demands that he returns the human home. “You CANNOT keep the human.” he reiterates for the nth time, then Satoru babbles, “But she LIKES meeeeeee! See?” but Sukuna is NOT having it. “SATORU. PUT. HUMAN. BACK.”

“LALALA.... you reek of JEALOUSY. You just WISH you had a human who liked you. Loser!”

Very reluctantly, Sukuna convinces Satoru to chart a course back to Milky Way — “And step on it, she’s got collegs at 8 AM tomorrow.”

“College.” you correct.

“Time is, like, so relative...” Satoru grumbles, “By tomorrow, do you mean next lightyear?”

“No. Tomorrow.”

Satoru groans.

Sukuna’s at the wheel, maneuvering the ship through the stars — taking a very scenic route so that Satoru can enjoy just a little more time with you. He’s been clinging to your side, like, his limbs glued around you and didn’t budge.

The bulky... creature? Man? Alien? What was Sukuna? Shifted uncomfortably when you looked at him, probably because he didn’t like humans very much. But he tried hard to talk to you.

“So, how’s earth?”

“Good. Kinda dying.”

“Damn. That’s crazy.”

“Yup.”

“Ahem. Okay. Milky way is just over there.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—”

“Satoru, stop.”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO whose antennae droop gloomily when he has to return you home, skin glassy and eyes a translucent glow as he very dramatically cries about having to say goodbye to his favorite human. He nearly smothers you to death with just a hug, sniffling out, “You smell so nice. I’m gonna misss you so much. I’m literally gonna throw up.”

“Please don’t.”

“I-I could give you such sweet tours of the universe! Conquer any galaxy you want! C’mon!”

He persists, so you strike a deal, “You can pick me up on the weekends, just don’t make it obvious that a UFO is zooming around — I really don’t want the government to shoot my alien boyfriend down.”

“Okey :3”

ㅤㅤㅤALIEN!GOJO who sulks, dragging his feet around the space ship, dearly missing you. He only had you for, like, under 24 hours.

“Satoru, stop wallowing.”

“I’m not wallowingggg...” Satoru garbles, curling into a tight ball of self-pity and star-shuddering misery.

“Yes, you are.” Sukuna grimaces as he tries with all his might to convey sensitivity, “Listen, you need to get over it.”

“Easy for you to say! Have youuuuuu ever been heartbroken by two humans in a row!”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ──── an; gleeb glorp, this is an alien invasion if you know what I mean... 👽💗 I don't know why but I wrote this with fervency. A girl just needs that otherworldly dick sometimes. To scratch that freaky itch. Sorry if this is a bit of an incoherent mess and ridiculously goofy, I wrote most of it on a whim at 2 AM.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

“That’s not right,” you mutter, erasing the error.

Field work requires hands and hard tools. Paper and pencil are tangible, holds you present, keeps you focused. They’re also the only tools you have, the rest confiscated when you landed on Yautja Prime, greeted by a Yautja clan that weren’t even the tiniest bit amused to see you.

You weren’t armed. Not a threat. Unworthy prey.

They were rightly pissed you arrived on their homeworld, but thought it better to keep you when you opened your mouth and Yautja followed. Your fluency in Yautja only went so far. They were curious but also suspicious, made worse by the Weyland-Yutani ship you arrived on.

Studying Xenoanthropology in school opened the door to employment with the Weyland-Yutani Corporation. They admired your observations about different alien species, offered you a job, sent you off-world to a colonized star system, on a planet that never saw the sun because of industrial pollution caused by Weyland-Yutani mining operations.

Your job landed you in the research labs, in front of Yautja technology. The Company told you all they wanted was to expand their cultural knowledge on the species, but when you were shown the Yautja ship, asking you to decode and translate the information contained within, you knew then that they didn’t care about Yautja culture. They wanted information. They wanted to find their homeworld.

And being the spontaneous idiot that you are, you did the exact opposite. Destroyed the labs, destroyed their research, destroyed the ship. Erased it all and fled, stealing the coordinates for yourself.

You can’t go home. You can’t return to any world or star system that’s been colonized by humans. Weyland-Yutani is looking for you.

A gentle blow, a rounding of the lips, and the grit of graphite disappears from the page. Angling the notebook toward the light, you glance between it and your point of study.

“Could be worse,” you sigh, returning the notebook to your lap. “Could be better.”

On the page are two sketches, each of a Yautja torso. One female and the other male. Anatomy was never your subject, but it’s still important to document, and here, witnessing this cultural ritual, gives you a clear view of their naked bodies. Trust, built over months, is the only reason you’re currently perched on a tree stump with notebook in hand.

A clan matriarch is in heat, ready to mate, but more than one male has caught her eye. Eight yards away from where you sit are a group of male Yautja, five in total. They’re naked except for a stripe of paint on their arms, each a different color designating what subset of the clan they’re from. Females spearhead each clan, typically the strongest amongst their number. When a female Yautja is in heat, her choice must come from a different clan. Like humans, they do not inbreed, the practice causing unfavored genetic traits.

The female Yautja in question, Ahra, is separated from the males, surrounded by other females, their tendrils gray. They are elders, deeply respected and cared for. You focus on her muscled limbs, returning to your sketch, erasing lines and redrawing for emphasis. Tongue between your teeth, you concentrate on the transition from torso to chest to shoulder.

A soft crunch of grass comes from behind you. You quickly turn, finding no one. Frowning, you slowly return to your notebook, only for large hands to yank it from your grasp.

“Bhatul! What are you doing?”

Bhatul, the only Yautja you’ve formed a true connection with, holds your notebook in front of him with both hands, head cocked, black quills falling over one shoulder, several decorated with gold rings. He’s a mix of dusty red, tan, and black spots, common for the members of his clan that live in the warmer, drier regions of Yautja Prime with a healthy amount of smaller quills on his arms and chest.

Using one hand, he turns the notebook around. “Me?” he asks, indicating the half-complete male diagram.

“And what if it is?” you counter, crossing your arms over your chest.

He chuffs. “You show truth. I am strong. Virile.”

The back of your neck grows hot. With you sitting on the tree stump, and him standing in front of you, naked, you have a clear view of his penis. It’s directly in front of your face.

“That’s not—” you begin.

“Do you think she will mate with me?” asks Bhatul.

“Ahra?” Bhatul inclines his head. “Isn’t it a contest?”

“Yes,” nods Bhatul. “We chase. Subdue. Mount.”

“All of you?”

Bhatul huffs, affronted. “A female Yautja has only one—”

You throw up your hands. “Yes. I know. I can see that.” You turn your head in Ahra’s direction. “Quite clearly.”

Bhatul tosses the notebook back to you. You catch it, nearly falling off the stump from the force behind the throw. “You will not enter the forest.”

“Excuse me?”

He steps forward and kneels, bringing him eye-level. “I know you. Too curious.” Bhatul lifts his hand, imitating a head opening and closing its mouth. “Talking.” He changes to two fingers that walk along an invisible surface. “Following.”

You roll your eyes. “You tell me to follow. And I have to.”

“Yes,” he agrees. “Makes other Yautja jealous.”

“Jealous?” you deadpan.

“You are…pet. Other Yautja want pet.”

Unbelievable. You’d pull on one of his mandibles but that would only rile him up more than he already is. Bhatul enjoys pushing your buttons, but it’s never mean. He was the first to approach you without an ulterior motive, to ask questions and answer yours in return. A friend, you suppose.

“So, what?” you laugh. “I’m your dog?”

Bhatul snorts, his mandibles flexing. “Dog?” he repeats slowly, the human word sounding odd in his mouth.

Since arriving, you’ve only spoken Yautja, but write your research in your native language. There are no mandibles for you to use, and the mouth structures are different, but they understand, even when you butcher their words.

“It’s an animal,” you say, switching back to Yautja. “A common pet for humans. Fluffy. Friendly. Cuddles with you. Follows you around.”

Bhatul nods. “You are dog.”

You punch Bhatul in the arm. He makes a rattling, chuffing sound you’ve come to know as the closest thing the Yautja have to laughter.

The first time you heard it, you had asked Bhatul if Yautja only see in infrared as research suggests.

“No,” he had said, tapping a finger close to his eye. “We have a gland. Links to our eyes. Helps us see body heat. Good for hunting.”

“And what if you’re not hunting?”

“The gland isn’t active.” He had leaned in, gaze observing your entire body in a slow perusal. “I can see you clearly.”

You punch Bhatul again. “Are you serious?”

“You follow me around.”

You keep hitting him. “You ask me to. Why do I have to repeat myself?”

Bhatul grabs your wrist, drawing your hand away from his massive bicep. Instead of releasing your wrist, he continues to hold it, staring into your eyes with an intensity that makes your stomach drop. It’s been happening more and more this look.

“I like your company,” he says, his already gruff, guttural voice deepening. “You ask questions.”

“I ask too many.”

“You do.” He drops your hand but doesn’t stand. “Don’t enter the forest.” And then he’s up, heading toward the male Yautja clustered nearby.

Technically, you’re supposed to listen and obey. You are human, not Yautja. You were not given the same rights or privileges. While in most circumstances, you’d listen to Bhatul, this might be your only opportunity.

With his back to you, you pack up your notebook and grab your satchel, easing into the tree line until the large leaves provide enough coverage to hide you. These are not hunting grounds, and the only predators are the Yautja.

Kneeling behind a tree, you carefully observe Ahra dashing into the trees, the males fanning out, the same amount of distance between each. You count the seconds from when Ahra enters the forest until the males takes off. Not all of them follow in her footsteps. Several branch off, splitting away from the main group, adding distance as they pass the tree line. One of the larger males charges in your direction, his speed immeasurably fast, almost a blur to your eye.

You throw yourself to the ground as he leaps. Above you, the tree violently shakes as he lands and pushes off, jumping to another. Hand over mouth, you wait until you cannot see him and the trees come to rest.

Slowly, you ease onto your knees, grabbing the tree to help haul you up to your feet. One step. Two. There is no rush, no need to run after them. It’ll only draw attention, and the point is to observe, not get in the way. You’ll keep back, follow at a distance, observe what you can, and record it all in your notebook. Bhatul will fill in the blanks.

Keeping to a crouch, you shift between the trees, listening for unusual sounds, watching for any movement. There is the wind, the occasional snapping of a twig, the buzz of insects, or a call of a bird. You’re not entirely sure what you’re listening for except the guttural grunts of mating.

You come to a stop. “What the fuck am I doing?” you groan, rubbing at your temples.

Observing a ritual of a secretive alien species that no one outside the species has seen? An amazing opportunity. Stumbling onto Yautja having sex? Less cool. In fact, not ideal.

Turning around, you take a step, intending to return the way you came. You’re mid-stride, determined, and then you’re flying, scooped off your feet by a large, powerful force. The impact is sudden and hard, temporarily pushing the air from your lungs, shoving you into a bout of dizziness.

Everything spins as you cling to whatever’s grabbed you, attempting to breathe through every jolt and jerk, yanked along like a children’s doll. Your captor lands, the impact shaking your bones. The hold around you loosens until you roll out of their embrace and onto the ground.

“I told you not to enter the forest.”

You turn onto your back, inhaling deeply through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth. You repeat the process until your hands stop shaking and there is no threat of falling if you stand.

You crack open your eyelids, staring up into Bhatul’s grim expression. “I’m observing. That’s what I do.”

He chuffs, mandibles flexing in agitation. “You do not understand.”

You prop yourself on your elbows. “Explain then.” Groaning, you sit up fully, rubbing at your neck and lower back. “Not like you said anything to begin with,” you mutter.

Bhatul releases a guttural snarl, quills swishing as he starts to pace. “This is a mating ritual. You are female.”

No shit you big idiot.

Slowly, you ease onto your knees, placing your palm against a nearby slab of rock to help ease the ascent. “I’m not Yautja. It doesn’t matter.”

Bhatul whirls on you, approaching with such ferocity you hit the rock in your attempt to back away. “It does matter. You are human but you are female.” He reaches out, one finger lightly tracing the side of your throat. “You give off a scent. Different from female Yautja. But we know it all the same.”

“You—you know—”

Bhatul leans in. “I smell it all the time.”

Female Yautja produce a specific pheromone when in heat, a signal to the males that she’s in her fertile window. Males don’t become senseless beasts. The instinct to reproduce heightens, and their behavior changes. They want to impress, to show the female their strength, that they are good providers and protectors, the fiercest hunter.

Humans don’t produce sex pheromones, but body odor can change, especially for people with female reproductive organs. Body odor can shift during different cycle stages because of hormone changes, but those changing odors don’t trigger sudden behavioral changes in other humans.

But Bhatul isn’t human. Yautja sense of smell is far stronger. What might be a mild shift in odor to you could be a beacon to him. You hadn’t considered it.

“What do you smell?” you ask tentatively.

Bhatul remains where he is. The space between your bodies is nonexistent. You are small and fragile compared to Bhatul’s height and broadness. He easily stands at two and a half meters. You have to bend your neck at a hard angle to look up at him.

“Sweet. Musky. Earthy.” He steps back. “You’re fertile.”

The urge to slap Bhatul increases by the second. You’d do it, too, if only you could reach his stupid face.

“But we can’t. Yautja and humans aren’t compatible.” Bhatul’s silence rings in your ears. He only stares, which makes it worse. “Bhatul.”

“We can. It’s happened before.”

“It’s happened before?” you guffaw, feeling delirious. “That’s impossible. You’re lying.”

As much as Yautja look like monsters, their eyes are deep pools of expression. Bhatul’s gaze cuts through you, twisting your stomach with staunch clarity.

“Humans are worthy prey. They have killed many of our kind. They have skills we lack,” says Bhatul calmly.

You lick your lips, swallowing hard. “Bridge the gap.”

“What gap needs a bridge?” he huffs, glancing around as if one will appear.

“No,” you laugh, some of the anxiety ebbing. “It’s a human expression. It means closing a divide or reducing differences.” You bring your hands together, interlocking your fingers. “Adding the advantages to your species makes you better predators.”

Bhatul nods. “This is why you cannot enter the forest.”

“If I knew—”

“When Ahra is subdued and mating, the other males will follow your scent. Hunt you down. Fight each other for the chance to breed you.” You place your hands below his chest. It’s the easiest spot you can reach. Pushing against Bhatul does nothing to move him or shift you away, not with the slab of rock at your back.

“You walked in willingly.” Bhatul grasps your wrists, drawing your attention to his face. “That is consent. That you want to mate.”

“Take me back. Out of the forest.”

Bhatul shakes his head, his quills swaying. “Leaving will not change things.”

Prior anxiety returns, overwhelming and overloading. Your hands shake. “I don’t want this. I—” Bhatul’s head whips to the right, mandibles flexing, his forked tongue extending slightly to taste the air. “What?” you prompt. “What is it?”

“They’re approaching.” Bhatul’s attention returns to you. “Remove your clothes.”

“No!”

His next words come with a snarl. “It is me or them.”

Maybe if you close your eyes and curl up into a ball, this will all go away. You’ll backtrack, exit the forest, remain on your stump until the whole ceremony is over.

Bhatul, as if sensing your distress, relaxes a fraction. “Do you think I’ll harm you?”

No. I’m just scared.

You shake your head. “No. Not you.”

“I will fight them,” he reassures, “but it’s better to mate.”

A sad smile crosses your lips. “Accepting the mating means I’ve chosen.”

“Yes.”

“Will it stop them from fighting you?”

Bhatul shrugs. “There is always one male that fights.”

“Okay,” you sigh, shuddering. “Okay.”

You’re barely out of your clothes before Bhatul flattens you onto your back on the rock slab. Stretching out, his large frame covers the majority of your body, his weight balanced to keep you in place but not crush. Bhatul’s thick arms cocoon your head, his chin and the bottom of his mandibles brushing lightly against your scalp as he shifts.

Glancing down between your bodies, your heart drops into your stomach. At the tree stump, you received an up front and personal view of Yautja dick from Bhatul and the other males strutting around, chests puffed up as they flaunted for Ahra. What rests against your thigh isn’t some appendage swinging between their legs. This is supposed to go inside you.

Gulping, you press your face into Bhatul’s chest, hands grasping for a hold as he shifts his hips, his cock pressing against your pussy. Looking is impossible. You refuse. All you need to do is stay still for him and it will all be over sooner than you think. Bhatul will protect you from the other males. He won’t hurt you. He said so, but it’s his actions that yell over his words, the lack of aggression over these long months. Bhatul is fearsome. You’ve seen him spar with the other males, but there is none of that with you. Never.

Reaching down, Bhatul fists the base of his cock. As he pumps, large beads of opalescent semen emerge from the slit. Bhatul pumps and shakes, rubbing it all over your pussy. Every time the head of his cock brushes your clit, you bite back a moan.

Does he even know it’s there? Do female Yautja have one, perhaps something similar, or nothing at all?

“Makes penetration easier,” he says, voice low and gruff. The words come from his mouth, but even you understand the primal switch. Yautja males are not much different from human men.

Nuzzling his neck, you inhale deeply, counting down slowly to relax your muscles in anticipation. Bhatul’s response is rolling clicks that remind you of purring. It’s then that the head of him penetrates, a tight stretch that yanks a gasp from you. He thrusts deeper, and this time you crack, choking on a sob as the ribbed shaft rubs deliciously inside you.

Bhatul’s mandibles flex, that pleased clicking returning. “You are different,” he manages, before a loud crunch of breaking wood fills the air.

You freeze, a sudden chill seizing your limbs as Bhatul shifts into the predator he is. The position he takes is defensive but it is also a threat, bleeding aggression at the Yautja looking on. This male is the largest of the group, Ob-Adtoth, if you recall correctly. His skin is pale and yellowish with sections of dark mottling on the sides of his arms and legs. One mandible fang is missing. In its place is a metallic, artificial replacement. Behind him, you notice two other males, approaching slowly, keeping to the trees.

Go away. Go away.

You repeat it internally, pressing as much as yourself as you can to Bhatul’s chest. His embrace tightens, and while you cannot see his face, you can hear him.

There were times when you sat and watched some of the warriors in the practice rings, sparring for the sake of training. On observation, you took their roars for battle cries. They didn’t scare you, only amused you.

Bhatul’s roar in response to Ob-Adtoth’s does not amuse you. Almost otherworldly, the sound that emerges from him silences the forest, shakes the rock beneath you, ignites that innate flight response. It is a bloodied knife. Lethal force. A violent fist. Bhatul is marking his territory, warning the other males away.

Ob-Adtoth steps forward. Bhatul grasps the back of your head, forcing it back, exposing your neck. This is where you fight of flee, to escape danger though the threat is impossible to run from. Ob-Adoth’s mandibles flare wide but so do Bhatul’s.

Not with a roar. Not with anger.

Resting between his mandibles is your exposed neck. His teeth, each one a sharpened needle, touch your skin but do not break the barrier. The coppery tang of human blood is absent. It does not pool in Bhatul’s mouth or clog your throat. Nothing for him to swallow, and nothing for you to choke on.

Ob-Adoth’s chest puffs, shoulders squaring like he’s ready to charge. Bhatul lowers himself over your body, creating a protective shell. His hips shift back, his thick cock drawing out. It’s the thrust forward that has your eyes rolling, your little human teeth biting into Bhatul’s rough skin as he ruts.

Pain is absent. All you know is pleasure. It builds in thunderous waves, crashing against your skull, drowning. The forest is a distant thing, absent from your current reality. Between your legs is wetness, a fullness that borders on bursting, each thrust echoing in your stomach, until it feels like Bhatul is in your throat.

The orgasm is a severing. A snapped twig. The building pressure peaks, and then expands outward, temporarily stealing your breath and voice. Your body shudders, heart hammering, and then you’re moaning, bordering on screaming, the sound muffled as you bite harder into Bhatul’s skin. You vaguely notice bright green as your head falls back; Bhatul’s mandibles still locked around your throat.

Bhatul’s pace increases, and you ragdoll, unable to do much else. You don’t know if the other males still linger in the trees, or if they’re watching, waiting for him to finish, to strike out when they think he’s most vulnerable.

His arms, which were once a protective cocoon, lift you off the rock, bringing your bodies flush. Bhatul is no longer thrusting, only panting, his cock inside you but still. His mandibles flex, releasing your throat.

You turn your head, survey the forest. “They’re gone.”

Bhatul slowly withdraws his cock, and with it comes a rush of cum. He gently flips you onto your stomach, taking position again, easing his cock into your cunt until your toes curl and you whimper.

The first thing you did after that live was browse online for the perfect dildo. You spent quite a while browsing before finding the one. You ordered it with rush shipping and were grateful that it arrived this afternoon just in time.

Looking at how thick the knot is, you think you may have been a little more adventurous when looking at its picture online. The shaft is long but not the longest you’ve taken before, probably about seven inches. Its impressiveness is truly in its knot. It sits at the base, and you cannot wrap your hand around it to have your fingers touch. You are slightly nervous about being able to take it, but that’s overshadowed mainly by your arousal to be knotted.

You fill the three hundred milliliter syringe with the thick white lube before attaching it to the tube connected to the dildo. You set it to the side and sit yourself next to the werewolf cock. As soon as the clock turns to seven, you go live.

You give the camera a sultry smile and say, “Hello, my lovely monsters. I’m so glad you could join me tonight and be here for my first knot. Hopefully, I’ll be getting knotted regularly from now on”. You grab the bottle of lube and pour a more than generous amount over the thick dildo. You continue to stroke as you read through the comments, reading some of the more descriptive ones aloud for your audience.

Once you have it thoroughly slick and ready, you kneel over the dildo and shift your hips so the wet tip is pressed against your dripping entrance. With a smile on your face, you begin sinking down the slick cock. The shaft alone provides a good stretch, and you moan at the feeling.

You stop when the fat knot starts to push against your entrance, giving your hips a little roll and causing the dildo to shift around in your sensitive pussy. You pull back up until only the tip rests inside you before dropping yourself back down until the top of the knot. 

You continue bouncing up and down but keep yourself above the knot, not quite ready to try taking it yet. You use your hands to caress your body, pinching and pulling at your nipples as your tits bounce with your movements.

You look back to see floods of comments, doing your best to read them and respond between moans. “Fu–uck, yes! Mmhhh feel so good. I wish this was your cock stretching me open”, you say to your camera. 

You lean over slightly to grab the large syringe, using a good amount of pressure to push the thick lube through to the dildo. You can feel it as it floods your pussy, slickening your cunt even more and creating a white ring on top of the knot as you slide up and down. You only pushed about a quarter of the syringe in, but you’re already so full with the slippery white cum like lube.

You take a look at the comments and groan at their words. 

Comment Section:

AlphaWolf992: Fucking gorgeous. I wish I was there with you, little one. I’d knot you so good.

HumanLuvver69: Take the knot like a good girl. I wanna see that tight human pussy stretched open on that fat knot.

Mr.TentaclesXXX: Hmmmm, you would look so pretty with my tentacles in all your holes. 

FeralFucker111: I need you to sink down on that knot, baby. Let me see that pretty human pussy swallow up that big knot. I want to see you filled to the brim with cum, baby. Fuck I would fill you with my cum and knot your tight cunt if I was with you right now. 

DaddyOrc33: Perfect little human. Come on. I need to see you cum. Wanna see that pussy clench on that monster cock. Fuck I hope you fuck an orc cock next. Wanna see you stuffed and leaking orc cum so bad little human.

You wish you had these monsters with you right now. You can only imagine what it would be like to get fucked dumb by a real monster. Although, for right now, this werewolf dildo is doing a great fucking job. 

You pull up and off the tip, hovering above the big dildo, and you smile as you watch a torrent of thick white cum drip out of your cunt and make an even bigger mess of the dildo. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the chat going crazy.

“Alright, my loves. I think it’s time to try and work my way up to really take this knot. I think my pussy is nice and ready for it,” you say. You see the comments flood with encouragement and neediness to see you knotted. 

You give the camera a beaming smile as you thrust down on the dildo again. You sit just above the knot again when you stop and pick up the syringe again. You give another hard push until it reaches about halfway. You moan as it coats your warm cunt and slides down the dildo. 

You lift up and down again, shifting your hips just slightly so the tip nudges against your g-spot on each stroke. You whine softly as pleasure shoots through your body, climbing higher and higher with each stroke of the cock inside you. 

You widen your legs, bringing your core closer to the floor and the knot. On the next stroke down, you push further the beginning of the knot, pushing against your entrance and making your breath catch in your throat.

You lift up again and drop back down using gravity to your advantage. You get the first part of the knot in, but not quite to the largest part. You reach for the syringe again, giving a slight push to add even more lube. 

You lift slightly before dropping all your weight downwards. The knot pushes against your tight hole, and you groan at the stretch. The widest part is just outside your entrance, and instead of lifting up to try again, you push down harder and circle your hips. Moans spill from your lips as the knot slips in millimeter by millimeter.

You cry out as the thickest part slides inside you, the rest of the knot following after, and the dildo pushes even further inside you. You moan and bounce up and down in small movements, keeping the knot in your wet heat.

You grind your hips as your thighs begin to shake, ecstasy spreading through your nerves. You push on the syringe again, and more creamy white lube floods your pussy, through the knot keeps it locked inside you. 

You glance at the camera as you say, “I’m so close. I feel soooo full. Oh my- fuck I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna c-cum!”.

You throw your head back as your pussy clenches around the cock inside you. You moan freely as you ride every wave of your high, pushing on the syringe over and over to fill yourself with the cum-like lube. Each push stuffing your fluttering pussy more than you thought possible.

With a final whimper, you stop moving your hips, taking a moment to enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm and the overwhelming fullness you feel. As you come back to your senses, you look at the screen, smiling at all the comments from your monsters.

You shift your eyes over to your camera and stroke your hand lightly over your lower abdomen, where a slight bulge is. You pull up hard and fast, whimpering as you pull the knot from your overstuffed cunt. You keep going until your pussy hovers over the tip of the cock, watching in slight amazement as the cum-like lube pours out of you and drips down to the werewolf cock. It keeps going on and on, and you moan slightly at the feeling and the puddle forming beneath you.

You give the camera one last sultry smile as you say, “Alright, my loves, that’s it for today. I’m so happy you could be with me for my first knotting. I can assure you it definitely won’t be my last. Make sure to come see me again on Tuesday. I can’t wait to see which monster cock I’ll be taking next”. You blow a kiss to the camera as you hit the button to stop the recording.

You’re already excited about your following live and finding out which monster you’ll have next week. As you look at the messy werewolf cock in front of you, you can’t help but want round two right now. Well… you’re already nice and stretched… a few more rounds of knotting can’t hurt.

tonowari is a lesson in patience and overwhelming scale. being in his personal pod at night means the only light comes from the glowing anemones and the soft, pulsing bioluminescence of his skin. he’s sitting on the edge of the woven mat, his massive legs spread, watching you with an expression that’s calm but heavy with a deep, territorial hunger.

"you are so small," he murmurs, his voice a deep, resonant boom that feels like a physical weight against your chest. "sometimes i worry i will crush you, little one. but then i see the way you look at me."

he reaches out, his hand—nearly as big as your torso—sliding over your shoulder to guide you down between his knees. when you look up at him, he looks like a god carved out of the ocean itself.

"show me," he rumbles, his thick fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back. "show me how much you want to hold of your olo'eyktan."

when he finally lets you see him, it’s enough to make your throat go dry. his cock is a broad, heavy weight, his skin a deep sea-blue that feels like velvet but looks like iron. the girth of him is a literal wall; you have to use both hands just to get a grip around the base, and even then, your fingers don't even come close to meeting.

"easy," he breathes, a low, grounding sound as he feels your hands shaking. his tail, thick and powerful for swimming, curls around your waist like a tether. "i am not going anywhere. take your time."

you start slow, just tasting the broad, flat head of him, and tonowari lets out a sound that’s more of a vibration than a groan. he leans back on his elbows, his chest—wide enough to shield you from a storm—heaving with a sudden, sharp intake of air. the smell of him is all salt water and clean skin, intoxicating and thick.

as you try to take as much as you can, the scale of it becomes a physical struggle. your jaw aches almost immediately, the corners of your mouth stretched to their limit as you try to accommodate the sheer mass of him. he’s so thick it feels like he’s filling your entire head, the heat of him radiating against your cheeks.

"that is it," he mutters, his voice dropping into a rough, jagged register. his hands come down to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones with a surprising gentleness that contrasts with the raw hunger in his eyes. "you are so brave for me. so greedy."

he starts to guide you then, his hips tilting in a slow, rhythmic grind that forces him deeper. every time he pushes, you feel the blunt pressure at the back of your throat, making your eyes water and your nose scrunch up. he watches the way your throat works, the way you choke back a sob of overstimulation, and his pupils blow wide until the yellow of his eyes is just a thin, glowing ring.

"yes," he gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair, though never enough to hurt. "just like that. keep your eyes on me, little one. i want to see you taking all of it."

he’s breathing hard now, the calm facade of the leader starting to crack. his hips move faster, a heavy, wet friction filling the quiet pod. you’re focused entirely on the sensation of him—the way he feels like he’s stretching you beyond your capacity, the way his fingers feel like brands against your skin.

"i'm close," he warns, his voice a jagged whisper as he reaches down to tilt your chin up further. "don't stop. i want to give you everything. i want you to feel the weight of me."

with one last, deep surge of his hips, he bottoms out against the back of your throat, his whole body going rigid. he lets out a low, guttural roar as his release hits, a thick, pulsing heat that seems to go on and on, filling you up until you're breathless and dizzy. he stays there for a long moment, his forehead dropping against yours, his massive frame shaking with the aftershocks of a peak that felt like the tide coming in.