In the last days, I was sensing something… off. Andy was giving very subtle hints, but regarding what?
Some kind of dissatisfaction? No, I fiercely believed our situation couldn’t get any better, for both of us. Could it be sadness? Being away from both home planet and loved ones led to home sickness, that much was known, but flowing through his mental connection that issue should arise easily, and I had seen none of it. Anything directly related to, well, me? I had recently gotten into a fist fight with a space cadet for what I perceived as insults regarding Andy.
There was word aboard that someone in the Ministry of Spacehad a debt to this cadet’s uncle, debt repaid by placing that moron of a nephew aboard the space station. With no relevant skills or basic technical knowledge, it was a wonder how someone so detached from the reality of space flight, where errors would be amplified tenfold, had made it to the ranks. On top of it all, he was, and I’m being nice here, a complete idiot, loudly bragging about his past conquests, or how he had cleared at top level every single academy exam.
As he liked to make his voice well heard, I caught him, once or twice, going on about how some people had interspecies relations, and how aliens could be the worst, and how that was so a sin against nature. I thought nothing of it. But then, he addressed me directly in the canteen after a particularly heated argument, boasting how being a real man meant he didn’t had to go about fucking octopuses. A message that was received loud and clear, answered when I smashed my food tray into his face.
Andy, however, wouldn’t understand what the fuss had been all about. He knew enough of Earth’s biology to see how the octopus one was an apt comparison, and wasn’t fucking what we were doing after all? I tried to explain to him, but since his species were almost oblivious to concepts of irony, double meaning, innuendo, it revealed itself to be a lost battle. But a silver lining came of it, when it got me to really address reality through a Sun Eater’s perspective, instead of a human one.
You see, being a highly sexual race came from the fact that sporting four tentacles, all of them double as locomotion, manipulation and sexual organs meant they had sexual needs times four. For them to reach total sexual satisfaction, all four sexual organs were to be used in tandem. Of course, there was always more regarding a lover’s connection, the dedication to a lover, emotional depth, the shared interests and experiences. For that, he was willing to go without the complete physical satisfaction. But he couldn’t really hide it. In the end, all of him wanted all of me.
A curious need, but something I could even relate, to a certain degree, as a human woman. Some humans tend to occupy themselves only with vaginal sex, and erase from their concerns any care to the rest of the female needs, ignoring the skin, the scents, the touch. With this newfound wisdom, I knew what could be done, and wondered why we hadn’t done it before. It didn’t matter. After getting certain that was the root of all concerns, I was able to sway Andy out of his worries and assure him he was in for a surprise. He invited me to his chamber, which would be a first, since his resting demanded proper care, and we would always get together in my chambers. It was the first time I would go there, and I gladly accepted.
When I first got into his chamber, I was taken away by how different it was, and yet, at the same time, how intensely familiar. The atmosphere was drenched in tiny water goticles, producing a warm atmosphere. A very cool breeze blew. The tiniest of minerals and salts sparkled the water soaked particles. It hit me with all the power of memories and nostalgia: it was an Earth’s beach setting. Add it seagulls cawing and waves crashing, and it would be a perfect reproduction. It so took me back, to summers spent by the shoreline, to friends long forgotten, to the passing of light years, to ocean baths by day and fireplaces by night, when someone would always insist on taking a guitar to show how badly they sang. Andy had made this as a gift, asking for my team to slightly mingle his own atmosphere to reproduce what he saw in my mind. So beautiful it was, I got into tears, rolling down my cheeks. A perfect gift, and one I knew exactly how to answer.
The chamber was barren, no furniture whatsoever, no place for me to place him or myself. So I got on my knees, as I would for a human man, and got one of his tentacles sweetly into my mouth. Andy, of course, could control at will the blood pump into his tentacles, producing erections at will, but how quickly his hardness came revealed it as it being a reflex produced from pure arousal. As I had to go meet him, this time I was fully dressed, as the most common of Earth’s girls, jeans, a shirt, sneakers. His marvelous tongue had unrolled already, but struggled with those clothes. He wanted very much to savour me, but it was very funny, and a tease of sensuality, to watch him struggling with a bra, buttons, underwear.
I took the chance to take control. I knew what, and how, I wanted to give him, allowing him to reach what the total fulfillment he so craved. My mouth didn’t release him in any way, but I got up, unbuttoned jeans and took my panties, directing another tentacle to my womanhood. It was his to play, to prepare me, to make me want him. It was just the tip arousing me, making small rhythmic circles around my center. I proceeded to take my shirt and my bra, letting loose my full breasts. His tongue reached for my nipples, gently licking them. My hand reached for another tentacle, squeezing it hard, sensing a new erection coming, getting harder with each newl stroke I gave him.
Finally, I laid down on my back, and raised my legs, revealing my behind to him. I took Andy’s final tentacle and directed it there, to my back opening. I revealed to him how it was also a sensual organ, how it could surprise us both with much pleasure. That it was a revelation to him was an understatement. He understood he would reach all his sexual levels, getting so excited he was unable to control his body, letting his blood flow wild. All of his tentacles grew in size and volume, throbbing, pulsing. He wanted to have me right now, right there. This produced an unforeseen consequence, for I had thought to let him slide into my behind as a tiny thin piece, and let him grow when already inside, making it easier for me. But it would have to be the normal way, with a bit of pain attached to lots of enjoyment.
I was OK with that. This was the gift I wanted for him, even more after the surprise he gave in his chamber. To show I could match, maybe surpass?, his former experiences back on his home planet. And for me, well, it couldn’t be a more gratifying experience. I was being taken all, as a whole, by a single being. Spreading my legs farther, I took him to go inside me, as always. I was very wet, dripping even, and that wetness would help further down the line. My mouth was still delighting him, with my hand steadily stroking him. Finally, I directed him to go for my behind’s crevice. I felt all his vigour, his strength, as he had me again. The new opening made for such a different experience, like being penetrated from inside out. The tightness of it struck a different chord in his organ. The mingled pain gave a new spice to flavour. He was having me completely, nothing forgotten, and I couldn’t believe the experience.
I was in such heat that my first climax came, and I replayed it several times in my head to be sure, from my nipples. He had been licking them, and carrying me with such sensibility I couldn’t hold a breast’s sensual explosion. It had never happened to me, even though I had heard it could be possible from friends. I opened my eyes in total surprise and complete delight. He understood it, and this gave him newfound vigour. I have no issues, though, in claiming it all happened much faster than I hoped, but took it as a sign of how much enjoyment we were both reaching. In my inner behinds, hot fluids filled everything, as his final stroke released every drop and threatened to take my whole guts. My hand also finished him when a new climax for me made me strike so hard that the fluid jet came much longer than ever before. The going for my center passion gave us a joined climax, as I screamed in rhythm to every pump of his seed, orgasming with each release. When I couldn’t take it any longer, when I was too exhausted, I made a final effort from my tongue and throat. I wanted it so badly, he wanted it so badly, I tasted, I slurped, I wetted, until finally I swallowed it all, such thick and dense jets, much more than ever before. Down to my very limit, again sensing the release going down my insides.
It was too much for me. The scent of the beach, the orgasmic experience, the release of so much tension, the sight of such a wonderful lover, the sense of all he had reached there, it was nothing to say it had been a more than uplifting experience. I was not drowning in a sea of light, I was bathing myself in the heart of a star. I broke down crying. I couldn’t help it, or stop it. Tears would come crashing down, and with every rest I managed, more tears would follow. I curled into a fetal position and stayed that way for very long. Andy stayed with me the whole time.
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