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He takes a sip of his drink. It’s distinctly alien; the taste is nothing like they have on Earth. He revels in the difference, lets the liquid slide down his throat and fill his body with the pleasant tingling that alcohol always brings. His shoulders finally relax, lips quirk in a small smile and he lets himself slump a little in his chair. There’s nothing like a cold drink after a hard day’s work patrolling the sector.
The bartender sets a drink down in front of him. It’s a vivid neon green color and smoking. He raises an eyebrow.
“Um, I didn’t order this.”
The bartender gestures over his shoulder with a bony claw.
“From the lady in the corner.”
He pokes his head around the bartender’s shoulder, interest suddenly piqued as his eyes search for who– oh yeah. Knockout babe at 2 o’clock.
She catches his eye and raises her glass in a knowing smile. Hal feels that familiar thrill start to brew in his chest and can’t help but smirk in return. His stool squeaks as he pushes back from the bar, drink in one hand as he makes his way to what he hopes is a great ending to an already satisfying day. Someone bumps into his shoulder and he stumbles, drink sloshing over the sides of his cup. What looks like a huge cockroach mumbles something indecipherable in his direction and storms off. The sight makes Hal pause.
Right. Aliens. He’s yet to sample what the Universe has to offer. First time for everything. He raises his ring to his mouth in a whisper.
“Ring, are me and the lady over there compatible? Sexually.”
<< Affirmative. >>
“Excellent.”
Maybe there’s one thing better than a cold drink.
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Forty minutes later he’s being shoved up against the wall inside a dingy motel room, long purple tongue shoved down his throat and a fistful of expensive-feeling dress bundled around his fingers. The door handle is pressing into his back, cock straining against the confines of his uniform and oh fuck, this lady is so goddamn hot, he feels like he’s burning up from the inside out from the heat of her skin sliding against his own. It feels incredible.
His hand moves on instinct from her neck down to her tit, fingers brushing over the familiar mounds with a practiced motion. She pulls her mouth off all at once, head tilted in what looks like a question. Hal looks down at his hand, back up at the tips of her antennae. Right. He lets out a breathless laugh.
“Sorry, I don’t– what turns you on?”
Her head tilts further.
“Um, I mean— what makes you feel good?” He leans his head forward to brush his lips along the edge of a pointed ear. “What makes you want to fuck?”
He feels her body shudder against his and has to repress a smirk. Still got it. A three-fingered hand covers his own and slides it down, down along the wrinkled folds of her dress until he’s cupping her through the fabric. Hal lets out a breath through his nose. Fuck. She’s wet. And warm.
“You know,” he mouths his way from her ear to her long neck, pausing to nose over a set of gills just below her jaw. A puff of hot air releases from the slits and he can’t help the smirk this time. “I think our species may be more alike than you think.” He rubs his middle finger against the damp cloth at the same time he licks at the skin under the gills, and before he can even blink he’s being thrown back onto the bed.
“Did you not li– oh.” He watches with half-lidded eyes as she tugs on the complicated knotting of her dress and lets it fall to the ground. The only light in the room is coming from the nebulae outside, and the pink and purple hues reflect off the faintly-scaled texture of her skin like diamonds. She’s gorgeous. He cock jumps even further.
“Strip.”
She doesn't need to tell him twice. He lets the familiar tug of willpower wash over him as he powers down, the green fabric giving way to shirt and jeans. The shirt goes first, tossed over his shoulder haphazardly. He grabs his jeans and boxers and slides them down in one go, kicking them to the floor before leaning back against the pillows, hands under his head. He watches as her huge black eyes roam over his body and basks in the obvious admiration. Hal cocks an eyebrow.
“Well?”
He hears her make a considering noise before he’s being straddled, the wet heat of her gliding against his cock and oh fuck, she’s so wet, he can feel liquid dripping over his dick and over his balls and it makes him slide his fingers down to her ass and squeeze.
“Hmm..” She gyrates her hips, long fingers dragging over firm muscles. Her breath his hot as she leans down to press her lips to his neck. “Acceptable.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” The words come out as a gasp as her fingers close over his cock, sliding up the side with a curious touch. He watches as she brushes over the tip and catches a glob of precum, lifts her finger to her lips and flicks that long tongue out lightning-quick to taste. Hal moans. God, why did he wait so long to bang alien chicks? This is incredible.
She moves then, fingers shifting from the tip of his cock back down to the base. He sees her eyes narrow.
“My scanner indicated that we are compatible, but I do not see..”
Hal pauses. There’s practically a torrential flood covering his cock and upper thighs. He laughs. “Babe, pretty sure you can just stick it in.”
She makes a frustrated noise, finger slipping further down to inspect his balls. Hal swears. “Yes, but where–” her fingers slip down further and Hal tenses up all at once. “Ah, there.”
“Woah! Woah, hold on.” He scoots his ass away from the probing fingers. “That’s not–”
“Shh.” There’s a squelching noise and then, from the warm heaven he thought he was about to sink into..
.. is that a goddamn tentacle? Oh god, he may have miscalculated.
“Listen, I don’t do mmfph–” her mouth covers his and he can feel her maneuvering his legs back against his chest and oh god, something hot and wet presses against his goddamn asshole and this is so not what he signed up for. Panic bubbles in his stomach and he sees the room flash bright green as his uniform coalesces around him. He’s backed up against the bedframe, out of reach in an instant, heart pounding against his chest and cock still uncomfortably hard.
Her head tilts to the side, eyelids blink in a weird horizontal way. “Have you changed your mind?”
She looks so genuinely confused– Hal can relate– that he lets his guard drop. He can feel a headache brewing somewhere behind his left temple. A hand comes to rub at the bridge of his nose.
“Um, sorry it’s just that it’s usually me doing the, y’know, fucking.” Headache. Increasing. “I don’t do it the other way. Well, I’ve never..”
She leans forward, finger trailing over the black material of his uniform pants.
“You have never tried?”
His face feels hot. “No, but I don’t think–”
Her fingers trail higher, up his side to thumb over the glowing symbol on his chest. She leans in closer, lips brushing against his ear.
“How do you know, if you have never tried?”
He crosses his arms over his chest. His head pounds, and he feels weirdly defensive all of a sudden. “I just know, okay?”
“Hmm..” she slides her hand back down his chest, palm brushing against the still rock-hard bulge in his uniform. Hal glares at his dick in betrayal. Her dark eyes catch his own.
“I think you would enjoy me being inside you.”
Hal makes a choking sound. One of her long fingers rubs along the side of his cock and his whole body shudders.
“I would stop if you did not.”
He bites his lower lip. The way his dick is twitching under her hand is really making it hard to think. Would he like it? He’s never even gotten close, never even contemplated doing something like this before. It’s just not something that’s ever crossed his mind.
How do you know, if you have never tried?
She has a point. A point punctuated by the way his cock is still firm against his chest, by the way he feels his resistance slipping away with each stroke of her hand. Maybe he would like it. What does he know? His uniform dissolves with a low thrum of willpower, the room fading back to its purple hues and he can feel her smile against his neck.
There’s one way to find out.
“Ok. But just– stop if I tell you to, ok?”
A hot kiss gets pressed to his jugular. “Of course.”
Long fingers dip down to where thigh meets stomach and slip under his legs. She tugs him forward and his head hits the pillow with an oomph, eyes wide and fingers digging into the sheets. His knees get pressed up against his chest and the position makes him blush, every muscle tense and strained as he tries to keep his cool. Something hot and wet brushes against him and he flinches, teeth digging into his lip as he stares at the ceiling. This is fine.
“Relax.”
“I’m trying t– ah–” She slips the tip inside him and clenches around the uncomfortable, foreign feeling. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. She slips back out with another whispered ‘relax’ in his ear and he can feel her toy around the rim, slipping in an infuriating circle until he forces his muscles to calm the fuck down. She slides out, back in a little deeper, and for some reason it doesn’t feel totally weird and uncomfortable. His cock actually jumps against his chest. What.
He can feel her leaking out of his asshole, warm fluid dripping down his ass onto the sheets, dripping inside him and this should feel strange and intrusive but instead– she slides back out, back in, a little deeper this time and Hal moans. The sound startles him and he slaps his hand over his mouth. What the fuck.
“You look good like this.”
He glances down at where she’s holding his legs apart, watching as his dick bobs against his stomach with every thrust. She spreads his thighs far enough for him to feel the stretch and slides in deeper, the slick coating of fluid covering her.. tentacle.. providing ample lubrication for her to fuck him. Oh god, she’s fucking him. He’s getting fucked.
She picks up the pace, sinking deeper and deeper on every thrust and Hal almost sobs. Oh god, this feels–
This feels so good.
She pushes his knees further against his chest and he tries to imagine what he looks like from her point of view, totally exposed and spread open, dick bobbing with every pump of her hips. A flash of heat rushes straight to his dick and he gasps. Ok. Fuck, maybe that’s hot.
Maybe it’s an alien thing. Maybe the way his dick feels like it’s about to explode is just because she’s an alien. Maybe she’s doing something.. with pheromones.. to make him like this so much because this is not normal levels of arousal this is– this is advanced levels of arousal.
“Turn over.”
Hal blinks. Her words wash over him and he can feel his face grow hot. He feels confused. Overwhelmed. Every muscle in his body feels tight, curled up and tense, ready to snap. She slips out and Hal can’t help the embarrassing moan that slips from his traitorous lips. Fuck, fuck, what the fuck–
His companion makes a strange clicking sound with her tongue and the room spins. He lets out a startled yelp and catches himself on the mattress with both hands. Warm fingers grab at his hips and then–
“Oh fuck!”
His forehead thunks against the metal bedframe, breath fogging against the cold steel as she slams her hips in all at once. Heat shoots up his spine as he digs his fingers into the ruined sheets tangled around his knees. How is this happening? Why does this feel so good? His balls feel tight, dick straining against his stomach and oh god, he might cum just from this, just from this chick’s tentacle fucking into him again and again–
He can hear her panting, can feel the overwhelming heat from her body all around him– inside him– and fuck, it’s so hot, everything is so hot. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take before he dies.
A knee nudges his own further apart, spreading him wide and it sends his ass backwards, balls slapping against the wet heat of her and oh god, that whole thing’s inside him. She makes a pleased sound and slows down her thrusts. He can feel her hair tickling his back as she leans down to kiss at the back of his neck.
“A remarkable species.”
Hal tries to respond– he really does, but she chooses that moment to dip her hips upward and thrust down and Hal’s whole world explodes.
“Oh fuck, oh god. What–”
“Good?”
She does it again at the same angle and Hal sobs, hot tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and what the fuck, what is that?
He can feel her hesitate at his reaction and his arm moves on instinct, wrapping behind to grab at her ass and tug her forward.
“Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”
Her thrusts start up again, smaller and more precise, dragging against that spot over and over and oh god, he’s so close– this feels so good. Molten heat spreads in a wave on every thrust, rushing through his entire body. He can feel his own ass moving back on every pump of her hips, trying to take her deeper and he knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he is but god, he doesn’t care, not when every twist of her hips brings him closer and closer to the edge. Hot liquid oozes down his legs and it’s so goddamn wet, each glide of her tentacle is so smooth and that shouldn’t feel so obscene but it does, it makes him feel dirty and full and oh fuck, oh fuck–
“Oh fuck, I’m–”
She drives in hard and deep, hits that goddamn spot on every thrust and he can’t– he’s gone, cock seizing against his chest and then erupting over the sheets and she doesn’t slow down, just thrusts into him hard and fast until he’s sobbing against the bedframe, globs of cum being milked from his cock and he can’t– he didn’t even touch himself, how is this–
He can feel her tentacle pulse and then– a bloom of warmth, a rush of liquid deep inside him and it makes another wave of cum ooze from his dick, makes him sink his hips back as far as he can go and moan as she empties herself into him.
His arms give out all at once and he collapses on the disgusting sheets with a thud. His face ends up planted in one of the pillows. He can feel his brain trying to process what the fuck just happened but it’s hard to think when he's this blissed out. His mouth opens against the fabric.
“Wht te fck.”
Hal has to smother the pitiful noise that wants to escape him as she slips out. He can feel something oozing out of him and it just makes him drive his face deeper into the pillow. He feels sore and used and so, so relaxed right now, like every aching muscle in his body turned into soft pudding and he’s melting against the mattress. God, that was the best orgasm he’s ever had. From getting fucked in the ass. By a tentacle.
What the fuck.