By the year 3272, mankind has reached the stars. Tonight, a star is coming for me.
Andy is his name. Not his real name, of course. Trying to pronounce what he’s really called is impossible for a human. Something like, ə*¿Nḏʸ. Yeah, that. I met him by α Cepheus IX’s Sensorial Chambers, and there was this incredibly chemistry going on between us from the very first moment. Difficult not to. He’s incredibly gorgeous. Some human people diss the idea of contacts with aliens, finding it akward, to say the least (and outrageous, to say the most!).
By this millennia, with everything that happened to Mankind, First Contact, the Elevation Wars, The Rapture, The Great Beyond, such ill notions should have been erradicated, but well, here we are. Alienists, who despise aliens and find them guilty of everything conceivable and inconceivable thing, are a dying breed, fortunately. It’s the face with no eyes, they say. The scaled cold skin and lack of hot blood that proves they are not, they can not!, be intelligent. The tentacles and antennaes. What a bunch of fucking stupid morons! So much their loss, really.
Andy has arrived, and silently enters my chamber, for verbal, spoken words, iludes them. Instead, my mind fills with symbols, feelings, ideas, notions, every contact of his directly to my mind, my thoughts, my feelings.
He’s incredibly excited. Hard no to feel it, as every ping of his antenna’s sonar reverberates inside of me. Imagine a small vibrator (What? Even by the third millennia we haven’t abandoned some of our best devices) running through every inch of your body, a millisecond at a time, once every second. Just like that, I’m already incredibly wet, my thighs running with feminility.
I take him and take him to my bed. His red scaled skin reverberates with my pinked, fleshed, one. From the center of his tentacles, a huge tongue slowly unravels, wet, warm, soft, covered in fluid, the only of their organs resembling a human’s. It licks my ears (holy fuck, he already sensed ears are my weak spot!), it runs through my neck, it gently wets my nipples and breasts, it slides into my belly. I take it and put it into my mouth, gently kissing it, caressing, running my own tongue up and down. As we are making out, for it’s the best way to describe what we are doing, I feel it growing in volume, as a man’s penis would, and stroke it with both my hands as I still have it in my mouth. The vibration in his antennas are getting stronger with each passing, and when they fully stretch, it’s a signaling of his very first orgasm. A very bright, intense, hot light, invades my mind. Remember when I said a star was coming for me tonight? That’s what happens whenever they climax.
He’s satisfied, but far from done. Andy’s species can be so sexual, and I know he’ll make an effort to not ravage me, but they admit it’s worth the effort. For him, I’m such an erogenous sight. My flesh, my hair, my eyes, my breasts, are new, wondrous, exciting. The lack of a mind connection. The strange sounds we make. He takes one of his tentacles and gently grabs one of my wristes, locking him above my head. Another tentacle, the other wrist, also above my head. Yet another tentacle, now slowly entering my feminility. I moan to the point of screaming when I feel him totally inside me. The final tentacle scans my behind, slower, inserting a very small tip, asking for permission, for he understands it can be rougher. I totally give him. He penetrates me both ways, while his tongue rolls itself in my belly, my neck, until it finishes in my nipples, which have now grown hugely. He’s stroking me, vibrating, reverberating. His sonar scans me, a millisecond at a time, once every second. I loose myself in all the feelings. I’m not there, in that chamber, in that spaceship. I’m inside a bright star, I am a bright star.
As the tentacle going through my behind is finishing, he takes it off and releases a jet of glowing purple fluid in three strokes, before entering again. This time there is no friction, no resistance, just total embrace. Orgasms have run through my body so many times. My nipples have reached their climax already. As soon as I’m done feeling those, my behind also climaxes, heavily, almost violently. Andy’s not done, and from his part, he would stay there for hours, but he understands we can’t keep it up like they do. So he connects our minds, speeds up. I can feel every tentacle reaching for the end. We both feel our ecstasy collectively, our connection, our pleasure. My final scream is arriving, as spurts of purple fluid invade every crevice of my body. My mind fills with the brightest light I ever envisioned. There are no more thoughts, no more worries, every rational speck washed as sand taken away by the waves, in the most monumental glorious orgasm. I scream at the top of my lungs, begging him not to stop, knowing he will. He must. For there is a limit for a human body and mind to achieve every possible pinnacle of pleasure, and I have reached it.
I struggle to catch my breath, my eyes lost in the distance. He retreats, almost shy, and rolls to my side. We will remain there for yet some time.
Outside, a bright star glows.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ojcnmf/in_love_with_an_alien_femalien_creampie_fist_inter
Brilliantly sexy!