He lay in bed unable to sleep, the heat of the hot and sticky summer night keeping him restless. His girlfriend lying next to him somehow was able to drift into a deep slumber and seemingly had yet to wake, even once.
He’d been with her for three years now and they’d built a strong bond and had a solid and some would say experimental relationship.
He never really believed in “the one”. That was for Hollywood and romance novels.
The reality of the world and relationships, in his experience, nearly always told a different story.
He’d decided that rather than he is cheated on, or indeed be tempted to cheat again. Why not have a committed but open relationship. That seemed to be the more equal and more honest approach.
She was indeed beautiful and intelligent. Being a woman she found it far easier to find playmates than he did. But they had agreed to find a balance and always seek permission before engaging with others.
The heat of the night was oppressive. There was no way he was going to sleep tonight, well at least not very well.
He gently turned, so as not to disturb her sleep, and reached for his phone.
He looked at the screen and no sooner had he seen the digital clock numbers, he almost forgot the time….it was somewhere past 02:30.
As he placed his phone back on the bedside table he heard a strange mechanical noise from outside. Looking towards the window, the open curtains giving him a clear view, he could see lights spinning and flashing in the reflection of the window of the house across the road.
He couldn’t work out the angle. They seemed too high, like they were somehow in the sky, hovering and strobing and rotating.
He wanted to get up and walk over to take a proper look, but if he was honest with himself he had to admit to being a little afraid.
He closed his eyes and, in what he knew was a futile attempt, tried to force himself to sleep.
The sudden light was the brightest thing he had ever experienced. Even with his eyes closed, it seemed to burn onto his retina. He remembered the brief moments that he’d starred at the sun, just in defiance of being told not to. It was brighter and more intense than that and unlike the sun, there was no turning away.
Unsure as to if the paralysis was due to the intense light or something else entirely, all he could do was lay there.
Eventually, after an unknown period of time, the light began to fade. It still pulsated on his eyes, similar to how your ears ring after a loud noise has filled them.
The room felt different. There was unfamiliar energy in the room. A presence.
Tentatively he opened his eyes and let the silver-blue glow of the early morning light expand his vision.
As the room and its softly edged details started to appear, he saw a figure standing at the edge of the bed.
He was still frozen in place and this time it could easily have just been from the pure fear that coursed through him.
As his focus continued to sharpen he saw the figure more clearly.
The strange and unusual, yet exquisitely beautiful features of, what could only be, an otherworldly being.
Its skin was smooth, soft-looking and a mixture of pastel grey with an intense azure. Eyes so jet-black that you could easily see the reflection of the world around them and still be lost in their hypnotic abyss.
Slicked back, golden hair, was that hair?
Something was on its head that moved almost as if it was alive itself.
The physical form of the body was female as best he could tell. He could make out the feminine curves and contours of its limbs and torso, the slender arms, the strong and curvaceous thighs and the firm and ample breasts.
It was completely naked, from what he could see between the shadows, and with not a single hair on its body.
It moved at a speed that was almost too quick for his eyes to register. It walked as if human but with an animalistic element, somewhere between arachnid and panther.
Suddenly it was on top of him.
Its face was half an inch from his own.
He couldn’t help but take in the full detail of its incredible beauty. Although it was clearly not human, and much larger than a fairy or nymph from myth and legend, it had that air and grace about it.
He honestly didn’t think that he’d seen anyone or anything so awe-inspiringly attractive in both its body and its presence.
The hair, it wasn’t hair, seemed to sparkle with golden, amber and green flashes as it truly came alive. It moved as if it were a life independent of the creature that it was clearly a part of.
What could only be described as a net of tentacles appeared, looming above him as they seemed to grow from the mass mounted on its head.
They danced in the air as if searching or sniffing something out or perhaps just awaiting command.
One darted slightly to the right and in a swift and nimble motion whipped away the cotton sheet that had barely covered him on this scorched night.
He lay there naked, as naked as the thing that held itself above him.
A smile seemed to spread across its face. He could see no obvious signs of teeth but it wasn’t a sinister smile. It was soothing and he felt relaxed, willing and ready to succumb even if this thing intended to kill him. He was completely and utterly mesmerised and entranced.
The tentacles continued to dance behind its head, waiting, wanting to be directed. Except for the one that had removed the sheet. This one he felt as it slid up the inside of his thigh, between his buttocks and easily slid with its narrow tip into his ass.
It was only then that he realised how incredibly hard he already was. His cock had that iron bar rigidity and throbbing eagerness he hadn’t felt since his early thirties.
The probing continued, he could feel it move inside him, widening his hole and pushing deeper. It undulated against his prostate. Massaging and teasing it
He could feel the pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his now aching cock.
His girlfriend stirred, still lying next to him, she moved as if stirring from her slumber.
His eyes followed as four of the tentacles instantly shot over to her and after making sure that she was also uncovered, they began to massage her. One was stroking across her lips, gently, tentatively. Her tongue came out to meet it, she licked it and then parted her lips to allow it in.
Another was squirming across her breasts. Simultaneously massaging them and wrapping itself around them as it also teased across her now aroused nipples.
The other two stroked along her stomach, down her thighs, down to her knees and then back up before disappearing between her legs.
The one underneath seemed to oscillate, in what was clearly her ass and the one above pushed deep into what was most certainly her pussy and as it slowly pushed deeper into her, she woke.
They looked at each other for an eternity in a fraction of a second as this creature so deliciously and wonderfully violated them.
Their eyes agreed on the lust, the desire, the passion, the want and the inevitability.
As she broke eye contact, losing herself to the pleasure, he returned his gaze to the seductive, celestial species that was above him.
As he did this a thick and slightly forked tongue, flicked from its mouth and licked across his lips. It felt sublime. He’d never felt anything like it. It was as equally rough as it was smooth. It was neither dry nor wet. It seemed to have some electric charge that, on contact, flowed from his lips, into his mouth and through his tongue and cheeks, dissipating somewhere at the back of his head.
He could hear familiar noises. The moans and groans of the woman he knew so well. She was being stimulated in so many ways and her audible pleasure filled the room. At moments he could hear the rhythm of this thing fucking her, he could hear it through her groans and then also the sound he’d so come to love of her gagging, the pretty cough and gag as she struggled with his cock in her throat. Only this time it wasn’t his cock.
The pulsating in his ass grew more intense, not faster, but with more depth and vigour.
His cock, thundering with blood flow as he could feel the beat of his heart.
For the first time the being used its hands.
Somehow able to suspend itself whilst leaning over him without using them for support..
It stroked and caressed his body, the flesh of its hands felt charged like its tongue.
There were moments of pain, but only pain in a way that you would want with your pleasure.
It moved its legs and put them on either side of his, mounting him.
It lowered itself and he felt something very unusual and unexpected.
Its hands were still teasing every inch of his body so he knew it was not them.
But something from between these things legs grabbed onto his cock. It was nothing like a hand. It was like a flower, made of flesh. It opened up around his cock and then enveloped it and drew it back and inside itself.
Once he was firmly inside and it had fully retracted, the creature began to ride him. Gently at first but quickly building momentum and force.
The flower-like sexual organ was gripping his cock so tightly and also seemed to be massaging it. He’d never felt anything warp itself around his cock so solidly and yet the being was still able to ferociously ride him.
Its hands still working over his body, its tongue licking across his lips and now also, on occasion across his body as it continued to stretch his ass and grip onto his cock and fuck him with focused intent and an incredible impetus.
He looked over at his girlfriend just in time to see her convulse in orgasm. All her holes were still full and continually stimulated as she thrashed back and forth in pure ecstasy.
Wait, was it the violent motion alone or was her body levitating from the bed.
Her climax didn’t seem to end, it continued and continued. She was in pure rapture at every action and movement of the being.
He wondered for a moment how on earth he himself had not climaxed and then quickly it dawned on him that every time he’d come close, the sexual flower had gripped hard onto his cock to prevent him from release.
As his lover was still being thrown around both literally and by the absolute concentrate of her never-ending pleasure, the creature started to make a vibrating sound.
It started as a low hum and gradually rose to the level of a rapid and constant clicking. It filled the room as it grew louder and louder.
He was sure that everyone in the town could hear it.
He didn’t care! The unending build and stay of his own pleasure and experience were all-consuming, let alone the new sensations of the tongue and hands covered in the indescribable, electrified skin.
Riding him harder than ever before.
The creature lent back as the clicking reached a crescendo before it turned into something between a scream and a roar that in turn built up to a volume that must have echoed around the universe.
At the same time as it did this it had been working his cock, bringing it closer and closer to the edge again, but this time it let go.
He jolted, his pelvis held in place by the being as he exploded inside it. His thick hot, sticky cum, erupting from his cock in violent gushes of pent up arousal.
The tentacle pressed against his prostate and milked him for all that he had.
As he continued to cum so unbelievably hard, he noticed that all the tentacles lit up and started to make a pumping action.
He could see, through what was now the slightly transparent skin, of the tentacles, a silver-lined fluid running through them before the surprise of feeling it ejaculate into his ass as he watched it fill all of his girlfriend holes with the same liquid.
He could see it being squirted into her pussy and ass along the length of the tentacles and even see it spill out of her mouth as she continued to suck hard on the thick limb that surely filled her throat.
Finally, he was empty of his own ejaculate. Empty of his own energy. Empty of his own thoughts. Empty of empty.
The creature retracted all its extra limbs in one swift motion.
Exhausted he still managed to see it stand up. It stood almost in the same spot that it had arrived.
Darkness….sleep took over.
They woke, both still naked, embraced in each other’s arms. Still exhausted, completely sated. The sweat of their nightly encounter created a glossy film that clung to their bodies. The film broken only by the bluish stains that were left at various places where the alien had surged its own passionate deluge.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11fwvrp/7th_kind_an_extraterrestrial_visitor_arrives