#general grawl

A pair of soldiers walked down the hall leading to the general's office, sent to check on the man after he'd been left with the alien for over an hour. As the pair got closer to the room, hands tightly holding their guns, they began to hear noises.

Faint, at first, but the closer they got, the louder the noises were.

Wet and sloppy, it echoed faintly from the general's office. Faint smacking was heard, a muffled cry reaching their ears.

One soldier's eyes widened with horror, turning to his fellow Glippon.

“You don't think…?!”

Another cry, louder and filled with more ecstasy, set them into motion, the soldiers rushing forth, prepared to gun the alien down and save the general from its maws. Fuck, why had anyone allowed General Grawl to be left alone with it?!

Bursting into the room, the two raised their guns, prepared to save their general–!

Only to freeze as they looked at what was happening.

With a desk between them and you, they didn't see what was happening explicitly, but it was pretty obvious what was going on.

You, the alien they'd captured, were bare as far as the eye could see. On hands and knees, your head was being pulled back by your hair, a strong, green hand holding a fistful of it. Your skin looked flushed and sweaty, and while only your front half was visible– thank fuck for the general's desk being in the way– it was still more than you were comfortable with, scrambling to cover up when you noticed them.

The wet slapping noises had eased with their sudden entrance and, slowly, ever so slowly, both soldiers turned their heads, following the invisible path until they met the furious gaze of their higher-up.

“S-sir, we just–”

“Out!” Grawl roared, sending them flying out of the room with haste. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving the both of you alone once more.

Panting, you swallowed, turning your head slightly to look at him.

The alien general met your gaze, tugged on your hair once, then started thrusting into you again. A choked moan escaped you when you felt one of his dicks(?) try to enter your cervix, slimy and curling and breaching–

When you'd been told you were going to space, you never expected this. When you were told you'd be visiting an uninhabited planet, you certainly didn't expect this– sentient life, a whole society, the best sex of your life–

Grawl tugged on your hair again (a little too comfortable doing so considering you'd only taught him how to do it just moments ago), making you gasp.

“Keep your focus on me, alien.” He growled, one large hand gripping your hip to hold you in place as he worked his tentacles in and out of you rapidly, the thick lengths stuffing you full.

Yeah, you definitely didn't expect this when you got sent here.

When you first stepped foot out of your shuttle, you didn't expect to see people.

Green, four-fingers, antennas, pants-less, but still people.

Nor did you expect them to freak out the way they did. You'd just awkwardly waved and they were acting like you shot off a gun. So, obviously, you ran. No need to wait for them to try and beat you with a broom or anything.

And then, while you were trying to figure out your situation and get back to your shuttle (which now was being guarded by the fucking military), you decided that, hey, you're here anyway, and you are a researcher, so why not?

You observed. Took photos. Got a few samples. And then you made a mistake.

You got distracted.

Walking by what seemed to be a pet shop at night, you'd frozen completely when you saw a window display of what looked like xenomorphs. Puppy xenomorphs.

… yeah, you were fucked the second you saw them. But hey, at least they liked you! Getting caught in an alien puppy pile wasn't the worst way to be caught.

So, yes, you got caught because you wanted to pet the alien puppies,but who could blame you? At least the look on the alien general's face was funny when he came for you.

The store had been surrounded by the planet's military personnel, all eyes (and weapons) on you as you continued to sit there, the puppies yipping and barking as you pet their smooth bodies. You'd only looked up when a throat cleared.

In that moment, when your eyes met his as he took his sunglasses off, you felt immediate attraction towards him. And how could you not? Where every other alien you'd seen so far was goofy looking, he was… he…

A strong jaw, slicked back hair(?), broad shoulders, muscular… the list of attributes went on and on, your gaze drinking him in desperately. It made him tense, eyes narrowed as he kept his distance from you.

“Alien,” he began, voice husky, low, commanding, “You will come with us quietly and without resistance. If you attempt to use any of your mental manipulation powers against myself or others, my men will shoot. Is that understood?”

You swallowed, gaze dipping once more to his legs and crotch. Bare. Smooth. Nothing there to suggest genitals. The scientist in you was itching to find out more, to see how their kind reproduced. You'd seen a mother walking a stroller with an egg in it, so you knew that much, but how did it happen?

Blinking, you snapped out of it. Gently nudging the puppies off, you slowly stood, hands raised.

“No need for violence, gen– you are a general, right? Right.” You smiled, feeling a little warm. “Well, sir, I mean no harm, this is all just a great big misunderstanding.”

He grunted, then, distrust evident in his eyes.

“We'll see about that.”

From there, you were taken to their base. Since you were being so compliant, you were treated marginally better, though still with extreme weariness. At all times, the general was there. Sitting across from you in the truck, eyes boring into yours. Walking ahead of you as he led you inside. Standing beside you in the elevator as it took you deep underground.

You know you should've been panicking a bit more, but… well. Being so close to such an attractive alien distracted you. Despite the danger you were in, arousal stirred in your lower belly, a slight wetness staining your underwear.

The general gave you an odd look at that point, antennae twitching. And for a second, just a brief second, his gaze darted down your form, lingering below the belt.

The heat between your thighs grew stronger.

You swear you tried to stay clear headed, but… c'mon. Thankfully, you didn't lose all your faculties, so when he led you towards a group of individuals discussing what to do with you– one of which was a tiny green guy talking about removing your brain– you butted in to say that you'd tell them whatever they wanted to know… if it was the general asking you, one on one.

And hey! It wasn't just horniness guiding you here. You'd have a much easier time convincing him of your innocence if there weren't others around to butt in or misconstrue your words.

And to the shock of everyone there, he accepted.

“General Grawl, you can't–”

“This is completely unprecedented! Not to mention dangerous!”

“It could try to mind control you!”

The newly named Grawl raised a hand, silencing them. Shooting you a careful look, he lowered his voice.

“I'm aware of the risks involved. But it's a risk I'm willing to take. Better only I be affected than everyone else.”

They accepted, some more reluctantly than others, but they acquiesced, watching him lead you away towards the direction of his office.

The further away you both got from others, the more he seemed to tense, shoulders rising, hands curled into fists, and pace increasing. You struggled to keep up a bit.

You had no idea what was happening as Grawl shoved you into his office, slamming the door shut. He ran a hand through his hair, shooting you an indecipherable look as he stalked closer, backing you into his desk.

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, expression hardened as he looked you over closely, seeking something out.

“Is this some kind of trick?” He grit out. “You're in my mind, aren't you? I demand you stop.”

You gave him a confused look. “What? I'm not doing–”

His hand shot up, gripping your jaw tightly, observing you for a few long seconds. The air between you two was thick, tense, his gaze unwavering as he seemingly tried to battle whatever was happening on his end.

When he made no move to let go of you, you raised a hand slowly, letting him see your movements coming as you slowly, ever so slowly, rested your fingers along his wrist.

Muscles flexed under your touch, and you gently guided him to loosen his hold.

“… General Grawl,” you began, tone soft as you broken the uneasy silence between you. “Whatever you seem to think I'm doing or can do, I assure you, I'm not. Can't. My kind don't have any such powers.”

Something in your tone, in your gaze, must've been convincing enough for his face to lose that hard edge, but he still remained tense.

“Is that so, alien? Then explain to me your pheromone attack.” He says, jaw clenching as his antennas seemed to wriggle a bit. “Is that your species talent? Seduce and breed with the enemy?” He whispered, gazing down at your wrist.

What?

“My… pheromone attack? I– I have no clue what you're talking about, sir.” You say respectfully, trying not to shift too much. His proximity and tone weren't helping with your attraction to him. “I mean… I suppose your kind could be more sensitive to the pheromones humans give off, but I'm not doing it intentionally or with the intentions to harm!”

Grawl's gaze snapped back to yours, obviously at war with himself on whether to believe you or not. His breathing began to grow ragged as he stared into your eyes, his other hand reaching up to quickly loosen his tie, and–

And fuck. FUCK. But it was hot. It was so hot. The sounds, the heat of his body mere inches from your own, the visual of what was obviously such an in-control man losing said control.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, pulse thrumming between your legs.

His pupils dilated, antennas perking up again.

Oh. Oh.

You suddenly realised what was happening. But before you could apologise and get away from him, he was on you.

So, as it turns out, Glippons– that's what their species was called– were extremely sensitive to human pheromones, specifically ones related to arousal. If they reacted to anything else, you didn't know. Since, y'know, you were currently very occupied.

His mouth had been hard on yours, heated and hungry as he pried your lips open, tongue slipping in before you could gasp. He'd forced himself on top of you, each wave of arousal from you fueling his own. It made you feel kinda bad, like you were making him feel this way, but Grawl had muttered something against your neck about how he “shouldn't be finding an alien so attractive”, so you allowed yourself to believe he wanted this at least a little and was just… sent into alien rut by your pheromones.

He'd pressed you into his desk, nipping and sucking on your neck, that much familiar to you both, but he'd grown confused at your insistent rubbing of your pelvis against his. He'd pulled back a bit, hand messing up his hair as he looked down at your clothed lower half, seemingly figuring out that your biology was much, much more different than his.

Clothes had been shed with harried movements, Grawl, laying you on his carpeted floor, hovering over you as he took you in, just like you did him.

While he seemed fascinated by the slick flesh between your legs, you were staring at the slit on his chest, the flesh opening up slowly, splitting him open from beneath his pecs to just above his crotch. The splitting was only the first layer of skin, you saw, so it wasn't like organs or bone was visible.

But his genitals were.

A cluster of tendrils, unfurling and dexterously reaching out for you, grew out of his abdomen.

At least that explained why they didn't wear trousers.

A finger dipped into your entrance at that moment, Grawl staring at your cunt with furrowed brows and hungry eyes. He traced your labia, brushed the wiry curls out of the way, and slipped a finger into you, a low groan rumbling in the general's throat as he felt how warm and wet you were.

“Damn.” He hissed, pulling his finger out. “What are you doing to me, alien? Never in all my years have I…” He stared at his digit coated in your slick, giving it a tentative lick. He groaned softly, eyes fluttering shut.

When they opened again, the sheer hunger in them made your heart skip a beat and clit pulse.

“Is it alright to put my mouth there?” He asked, direct, blunt, already lowering his head, hands gripping your thighs and holding you open.

You nodded quickly, tentatively resting a hand on the base of his head, lifting your hips eagerly. “Y-yeah, just… no teeth.” You say, almost laughing at the sheer absurdity of your situation.

He made a small noise, almost sounding amused, and then his tongue was slipping out of his mouth, long and oddly shaped, and slid it up along your folds. A guttural sound escaped you, his tongue swirling around your clit curiously, his brows pinched as he glanced up at you quickly, catching your reaction to it. Seeing the way you trembled and moaned at the slight touch, he was quick to bury himself in your cunt, devouring you in layman's terms.

It was messy, loud– god, it was so loud– his tongue swirling through your slick and dipping into your hole with every pass, his lips occasionally wrapping around your clit and sucking– you cried out at that, hoarse and already sounding ruined from so little.

Grawl was fixated on your taste, your texture, intrigued by how something so alien, so different, could be so attractive, could ignite such a hunger in him. Your thighs squeezed his head between them, perhaps a form of immobilising him. Yet if that was so, he'd gladly let it happen.

Whatever was happening to him, he didn't want it to stop.

Especially not when you made that keening noise, fingers gripping his hair-tendrils tight as your thighs trembled on either side of his head as something gushed out of you.

Raising his head once he was free from your grip, Grawl stared at you, eyes hooded and pupils blown wide, mouth and chin dripping with your wetness.

Your dazed look was almost cute, and the general couldn't help but reach up to cup your cheek, still curious about what manner of creature you were to invoke such feelings in him.

He ran his fingers through your hair then, curious by the different texture and material. It was… foreign. Odd. Yet he didn't stop petting your hair.

The soft moment was only broken by one of his tendrils prodding at your hole.

With a blink, you looked down, much more relaxed now.

“Mmm, they have a mind of their own, huh?” You murmured, almost teasing as you reached to prod at one, making him tense, muffling a groan into his arm as he turned his face away. You blinked, then smirked.

“Hey, don't go shy on me, general…” You coo, jerking him off lightly, switching tendrils every few minutes. “You did just go down on me, after all. A little late to be acting all shy.”

Grawl rolled his shoulders back, looking at you once more. He palmed at your thighs, trying to figure out how he'd slot between them, how he'd sink into you.

“I'm not shy, alien–”

You cut him off, giving him your name.

He paused, lips pursed. He said your name, slow, unsure, before continuing.

“As I said, I'm not shy. I just haven't had a partner in some time. I'm…” as if on cue, he shuddered at your stroking. “Sensitive.”

You chuckle at that, sitting up a bit. “That's fine. No judgement from me.” You whisper, giving him a look full of heat and lazy desire. It makes his tendrils feel tight, heavy, his egg-sack ready to release.

“Now… how do we do this?”

Which led to the present moment: you, on your hands and knees, back arched as your hair was being tugged back by your new alien lover; Grawl behind you, sat on his knees, thighs bracketing yours as his tentacles plundered your pussy relentlessly. The dark green lengths stuffed themselves into you repeatedly, all at their own pace. If it weren't for the natural lubricant that oozed from them, you might not have been able to take them so easily.

While Grawl didn't need to move his body much during the act, you still did, thrusting back onto them, pressing your ass back against him, giving him quite the view as you did. Occasionally, he'd move his hips similarly to the way you did, tantalised by the sharp smack of skin against skin, so similar to his tendrils smacking and slithering into you, but different as well.

Your coupling had been going on for over an hour now, but you couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. Even as your limbs shook and skin was covered in sweat, you wanted to keep feeling this good. You didn't want to face reality, didn't want to have to deal with questions and their fear.

You just wanted to keep fucking this alien.

Yet despite your wishes, it had to come to an end eventually. And it did, with Grawl stilling inside of you, his body tensing behind you as he gasped and gritted his teeth.

All at once, his tentacles began to thicken, leaking more of that lubricant in you. It felt nice, tingly yet cool, numbing you to the stretch of them all.

And then something prodded at your cervix.

Blinking in surprise, you glanced back at Grawl, trying to speak but you couldn't find the energy to. So you just laid there, your face on the carpet as a slim tentacle wormed its way in, breeching the tiny opening and forcing its way deeper. All this you were aware of only in the vaguest sense, the numbing agent in his natural lubricant making it easier to bare.

Your eyes felt heavy, mind hazy with bliss and comfort. The carpet was soft under you, and you slowly allowed yourself to lie down completely, legs spread out, limp. Grawl ran his hands up and down your back, mumbling something to himself as he remained in place.

Something pushed through the tentacle, landing in your womb. You barely winced, just feeling content and hazy. Distantly, you realised the ‘tendril' in you wasn't actually a tendrils, but was probably an ovipositor.

Meaning he was currently laying eggs in you.

Oddly, you kinda liked that thought. At least if you were pregnant with such a high ranking officer's offspring, they'd be less likely to harm you.

Though it would also mean it would be much harder to leave.