The morning sun was surprisingly fresh, almost cool. They lay there awake, in more ways than one. Looking into each other’s eyes. Communicating in ways that no words would ever be able to describe.
There was no doubt.
There was no concern of dreams or hallucinations.
They were both absolutely aware of what had happened the night before. They were both aroused by it and by each other. She could feel the heat between her legs, the wetness soaking onto the dried stain of the visitor’s excretion.
He was hard, rock hard. Not unusual for morning wood…in the morning. But his erection was driven by lust and a desire. His prostate pulsated and he remembered the feeling on the tentacle inside him. He’d always liked anal play, he loved fingers and toys being used by all of his previous girlfriends, and his current one certainly was no prude. Nothing had ever ejaculated inside him before. He wasn’t into men, he’d certainly contemplated it at several times in his life, but it just did nothing for him. So the ejaculation had literally been alien, on several levels.
Their lust stirred the air. Again, with no words, the communication between them was both instant and constant. They tightened their embrace and began to passionately kiss. Instinctively he mounted her and pushed himself inside her. To each of them, their scent was familiar and yet also new. The creature had left its mark, and that had its own fragrance, that was unique to each of them. The same way that perfume or cologne smells differently on different people. They fucked long and hard. Maybe as hard as when they’d first met, maybe even harder. Switching control.
He would be driving himself into her from on top and then she would be riding him like a wild beast. They climaxed intensely and together. Ending in a hot and sweaty embrace.
They collapsed with their limbs still intertwined and vanished into the deepest sleep that anyone could ever imagine.
They woke in the early afternoon. Hungry and thirsty. They didn’t dress. They both got out of bed and went to the kitchen. They hunted for the same things.
Water, fresh fruit and vegetables, juice. Anything that would rehydrate them and give them natural sugar, nutrients and energy. It wasn’t by choice or preference. They craved it. They needed it.
After about twenty minutes of consuming all that they could, they returned to bed. Neither showered or needed the toilet, which they both thought of as strange. But then they felt clean and didn’t smell, and they didn’t feel like they needed to pass anything. They lay there, waiting and wondering. What would be next?
How this had forever changed their lives, their lives together and apart. Would their interstellar lover return? Would it return tonight or ever? Did they even want it to? This couldn’t be a new sense of normal, could it? It’s better to just accept that it happened and move on. Focus on themselves and how to be together after this, because of this and despite this. They seemed to be laying there for an eternity with time standing still. Waiting for something to click in and to make sense.
Time is its own master. Like when you’re falling and it slows, or when that party rushes by. When that journey takes forever or that holiday is already a memory.
Suddenly they heard that sound again. The one from the night before. This time it was clearer, or maybe just more familiar. It wasn’t so much mechanical, not as a cog and wheel. It had grace and finesse. Like an immaculately designed machine. Which is what it surely must have been. She lay there waiting. He wanted to get up and take a look. But he couldn’t move, he dare not move.
The light came. More blinding than the first time and yet they both lay there with open eyes. They could see the energy in the light. See colours, colours they’d never imagined, let alone seen before. The colours danced like excited fairies, as the light filled the room. And then the light went out. The creature stood in front of them. Looking at them. Like a familiar friend who you’ve been intimate with but never officially dated, and the friendship has endured. It clicked once. It then clicked in a pattern, several times. The clicking turned to a vibration. It’s deep black eyes, the same abyss.
Mesmerising, oddly alluring, absolutely otherworldly.
The room was both light and dark. A bluish, radiant glow. They could see and not see. Everything was in perfect clarity and yet it could vanish into pitch black. They’d forgotten how immensely impressive the creature was. Just its presence, its incredible physicality and its utter beauty. It moved toward them.
There was no fear. There was acceptance and arousal, craving and admission.
The golden mass upon its head began to flicker with the same gold, green and amber as it came to life. The tentacles shot directly towards her and pinned her down. This aroused her immensely and she arched her back and pushed up her pelvis, offering herself to it. It massaged around her body, teasing and toying with her. She was unsure if this was for her pleasure or its own. She didn’t care, it knew exactly where to pinch, where to hold, where to stroke and where to…..Her mouth, her pussy and her ass were all filled at the same time. The tentacles slid inside her and she welcomed them. They felt bigger than before.
That was amazing!
She wanted to be stretched, she wanted this thing to stretch her and to give her all the pleasure from the night before…and more. He was laying there. His cock was as hard as it could be, without literally bursting and covering everyone and everything in blood.
The creature ran its spare tentacles from the top of his head, down his face, teasingly over his lips and continued down his neck, his chest, his abdomen and then stopped. Just short of touching his cock. It lent over with the same agility and flexibility, strength and dexterity that it had displayed before. It bowed its head and parted its lips and took his cock into its mouth. Tentacles that were once titillating him held him down, held his pelvis fixed in place, as it massaged his cock with its mouth. A mouth that had similar, incredible physical qualities to… whatever you would call the organ between its legs. It seemed to wrap itself around his cock in a grip that would definitely have been painful, had it not also allowed the being freedom of movement. He was looking down at this thing as it devoured his cock, thankfully not literally devouring, but as close as you could get. He saw its bottom lip split open and a black, long, thick, tongue slide out. He never felt the pressure of the bottom lip relax from the underside of his cock. Another inexplicable physicality of this thing. The tongue squirmed between his legs before glancing at his balls as it slid into his ass.
Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!
This felt incredible.
He glanced over at his girlfriend and again she was in rapture. She was visibly trying to ride every wriggling limb that entered her. It seemed as though she was levitating again but, again, that may well have just been her being held up by the force of her ecstasy as she ground up or down onto every part of it that she could. She would push her pussy up into the air and then push her ass down and then crank her neck forward, chasing and craving all of them, to be deeper inside her. His own pleasure retook his focus.
The tongue expanding in his ass, expanding his ass, but so focused on his prostate. The mouth and the throat, or whatever it was, clenching and releasing in such a rapid motion and with intelligence, hunger and desire, and absolute certainty of what it was doing. He’d felt his load build several times, but again the creature knew how to control him. He was certain that despite the previous night and the sex with his lover today. The creature could make him cum in a moment, at its will. And it did. Almost by surprise, the creature relaxed its mouth after building him up for, he couldn’t recall how many times, it relaxed. Again pressing on his prostate but this time with its tongue. He exploded into its mouth.
Deliciously painful shots of cum burst forth as his cock and balls struggled with the intensity and volume of the load. His prostate was fully engaged and throbbing. The tongue pressing onto it and vibrating, milking him and milking him harder than before, and the lips and throat working his cock to suck out every last drop. He screamed as the final drips of all he had and could give were taken from him. The pain was the pleasure and the pleasure was the pain. The creature stood upright.
It seemed to glow for maybe a moment, whatever a moment is. He could barely see and could just hear the continued moans of his once exclusive lover, as this thing brought her to her, who knows how many orgasms. The being retracted all its tentacles and she dropped onto the bed. Still recovering from her final throws in the cosmos of pleasure. The creature sidestepped and bent over again. It put its head between her legs. The tentacles reanimated to spread her legs open, she had collapsed on impact and they’d slightly closed with pure exhaustion. The creature opened its mouth again. Something else came out of the mouth. Another organ, maybe? It slid into her and she squirmed as it teased the dying orgasm that danced across her nerve endings. The being had that glow to it. The silver-like sparks that had been flowing along the tentacles the night before. Maybe the entire creature had done this and he hadn’t noticed. Either way, now the whole thing was alive with this mercurial fluid or energy, or both. It pumped all of it into her. Deep into her pussy. She murmured as the last moments of pleasure exited her trembling body, carried by her vocalisation.
The creature stood.
It clicked and then vibrated.
They didn’t look at each other.
They lay, sated and yet still craving, looking at the creature.
Both knew exactly what it said.
“Conception”.