That day, we would finally, finally!, get our first true love making.
It hadn’t been easy. The first moments from a lover couple’s life are highlighted by an eagerness to obliterate any barrier that puts itself in the way of their passion. There is seemingly almost nothing able to keep them apart, but unfortunately we had discovered what almost nothing entailed, and it was the most mundane of reasons: work.
From my part, the space station’s air filters had reached the point of cleaning and maintenance, a tedious responsibility that made my team collect all dust and dirt accumulated in the breathing air systems, and properly weight, analyze and catalogue to assure it remained in proper intervals of confidence. Andy had always been in a fragile situation to deal with. If his part was to develop a common platform of understanding for many different and quite alien races, imagine what it was like to explain colour to someone who never had eyes. Sure, the electromagnetic spectrum, light absorption and reflection, that was easy enough.. But how about how colour can change a particular mood, how it can be soothing, unnerving,or sensual. That was multiplied for a lot of races, evolution branches and structures of logic and reason. Pheromones to races who barely used their olfact, echolocation to those who barely accepted the idea of three dimensional space, even breathing could wildly vary if we were talking about gaseous or liquid atmospheres.
I would keep myself busy. Life aboard a space station was, by design, carefully thought to be highly intensive, every waking moment dedicated to specific sets of tasks, lest boredom settle in and individuals would resort to fights and drugs to release inner tensions. But by the end of the day, back to my cabin and no matter how tired I was, I would touch myself, raising a breast with my hand so I could lick it, going for any satisfaction that could quench that wild thirst.
But that day, we had decided to meet, no matter what, to get together. Our mind link put us in touch with our feelings, and how much we both wanted it, so there was no use in trying to avoid or delay it in any way. It was him that came to my cabin. I ran to the door to meet him naked, as I always would, for clothing had no meaning for a Sun Eater. And I was struck by how his days had been exhausting him. His gorgeous, always changing skin was shifting from grey to pale blue, a clear sign of tiredness, and I prepared myself for the idea that he would fall asleep on the spot, unable to carry on.
But desire for a newfound lover is a powerful thing, after all. I pulled him to my arms, hugging him, feeling his tentacles return the embrace, covering my arms, my legs, my back. I thought to, maybe, lead to my bed, let him rest there, but a shift in skin colour showed otherwise. He was returning to his passion’s deep red cover, and I could feel how much he wanted it. Me as well, of course, for sole masturbation can only satisfy oneself for so long.
I reached for the middle of his tentacles section, already sensing his formidable tongue readying itself. It was as powerful as I remembered it, I very much wanted to kiss it. I pulled it to my mouth, where both our tongues met and matched. Our fluids interchanged wildly, burning, intertwining, showing how much we missed each other. His blood throbbing below the wet tissue spiced my lips. His tentacles covered me still, but one was reaching for my womanhood, knowing it to be the center of my passion, releasing an inner permission for further discovery.
For Andy’s Sun Eaters, you see, there was no central sexual organ, all of his tentacles served as such. At the peak of their form, Sun Eaters would copulate with every tentacle, each one of the male’s entering each one of the female’s, like not doubling, but quadriplicating the pleasure. No wonder they could get so sexual. It didn’t escape me the irony of human males going to such great lengths to put their sexual organ as the dominant point of their body, while a Sun Eater’s was practically their whole body.
It was that body that I wanted in me. We had reached the bed, I was lying on my back with Andy on top of me. I opened my legs, let his tentacles reach the opening, gently scanning it, touching it. I was, of course, very wet, more than prepared, but still he wouldn’t enter it. It was a lover’s teasing, driving me wild, to the point of almost begging for him to have me. He did. Lips were gently split apart to make way for him, that sweet attrition crashing into my body’s shoreline waves of pleasure. I must, in being totally honest to myself, admit to myself just a faint disappointment when the penetration occurred, for it was much thinner than I would have hoped for, but that quickly faded, as he would pump blood into his organ at will, making it grow stronger and powerful. The feeling that it was growing inside me, filling every crevice after going in, and not before, as humans would do, was so very different, so very sensual.
He stroked me hard, and gently, as lovers do. And he, well, no point in hiding it, finished himself very quickly. The frustration of waiting, the sheer desire for me, how ready I was for him. His organ got steel solid inside of me, that bright flash of light filled my mind, the sticky hot fluids went flying in my inner belly. It was wonderful feeling them inside me, draining themselves out of my passion from the sheer quantity of it. I was very happy for him and for us, for how much we waited for this. Still, he wasn’t done. Gently he removed that first tentacle and gave way to a second one. Remember, not just one sexual organ. He penetrated me again, and now took more time receiving the pleasure of my body. He stroked repeatedly, as still our tongues continued matching, as I pulled him to me the closest I could. My first climax arrived then, my nails craving his skin as I screamed. My pleasure scream drove out his wildness, and he didn’t contain his next climax, releasing himself inside me again. But still, we both wanted yet more. The third penetration went with no waiting, a second pleasure scream went off right there, and he continued his stroking.
Some variety could have happened. The lovers would do well to stop, change, look for other positions, other ways of playing. But we were way too driven to consume ourselves and, in that way, consummate ourselves. There was nothing else we both wanted more than to be there, together, ravishing the fires that burned us for way too long. As I got to my third climax, it dawned I wanted to give him even more. I reached for the fourth tentacle, the final one who hadn’t yet got to me. I released his tongue from my mouth, directed it to my breasts, which were also in dire need of attention, and swallowed his tentacle. As the others had, it grew inside me, filling my mouth, my tongue, my throat. I gently kissed it, twirled it, wondering about how such a soft tender tissue was at the same time so rock solid. I wondered also if a joint climax of both the remaining tentacles, the one stroking me and the one inside me, was possible. It should be. After all, joint orgasms were what made Sun Eaters such eager lovers. I focused on my oral. I wanted very much to give it to him, to show him how humans could also be exquisite lovers. I almost bit him to pain when one more pleasure scream came crashing down, and understood there was not much more I could handle. Human biology can only take you so far, after all. I pressed on harder, now with my hands also. He would be finishing very soon, and I prepared to receive his seed on both my ends. Talk about an experience! His fluids went much stronger and rapidly, and as I swallowed them, I pressed my hands to make sure every drop of it would be released. No sense in letting any of it go to waste.
The first flash of light I experienced from Andy’s pleasure had filled my mind, but now it was filling my whole body. A heat wave went through my inners, my mind, my organs, my every part made sensual from the warmth. He was now done. He retreated himself, his skin softening from that deep red to a more subtle pinkish grey, tentacles still hugging me. He would very quickly fall asleep, that gentle glow that gave Sun Eaters their name emanating from him. I smiled from his slumber. Somethings were not that different amongst races.
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