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Gerard was stumbling around their—Ray's—house, looking all confused and disoriented. Her antenna was twitching as she pretended to be enamoured by all the 'foreign' furniture. Ray was expected to be home any minute now, and their plan would be a-go.
When the alien had first proposed this idea, Ray had been reluctant. He didn't like to feel like he was taking advantage of someone, so when Gerard explicitly said that was the entire point of the fantasy, he was worried. Slowly, he began to open up to the idea, which led them here. Ray had been out running errands to allow Gerard—and himself—enough time to properly adjust to the characters they were playing.
The plan was simple: Walk into the house, find Gerard wandering, ask who she was—what she was—and introduce her to this planet's 'customs' (the customs, according to Gerard and her unusual planet's culture, was rough sex. Apparently all the sex on her planet was just mechanical, can you imagine how dull that would be?)
As Gerard made her way into Ray's bedroom, she carefully inspected everything in there. The strewn bedsheets, the guitar in the corner, the side of the bed that was so painfully Gerard.
She heard the front door unlock downstairs, and felt her blood run hot with excitement. This little alien is getting her rocks off!
Running her hands purposely along Ray's side of the bed, she took her time to feel where the mattress dipped under his use of it. She schooled her expression, trying to mask the excitement she felt and push into the character of the clueless alien she was a few years ago, before she met Ray and before she had become accustomed to Earth's standards.
Ray took his time taking his shoes off, pushing them carefully into the rack next to the door before placing the groceries he bought on the counter. He heard movement from upstairs, and knew it was purposeful. His girl was getting impatient, he smiled to himself.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" He called, raising a brow.
Another bout of noise, this time, footsteps. They were running across the hallway, he heard her feet falling at every corner of the house before she landed herself back in their bedroom. She wasn't even attempting to hide anything.
Brows furrowing, he made his way upstairs, "Hello? I'll call the cops if you don't show yourself!"
He made sure to add pressure to his steps, attempting to add a sort-of threatening air to his demeanour. Totally not his usual style, but when rard had a vision he'd be damned before following through with it. Faintly, he heard a thud and an accompanying whimper. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make his stomach flutter.
Reproachfully, he twisted the handle on the door, pushing it open to reveal a panting, worried-looking little alien. Her skin was flushed pink, and her red hair was all twisted and pointy around her shoulders. Her wide eyes looked up at Ray from where she had fallen, her face all pouty and scared.
"Who—What the fuck?" Ray asked, his voice concerned yet faltering at the sight before him, "Who are you? Why are you—Are you okay?"
"Hello. I am Gerard," She started, "Is this Earth? Do you know where Lola is? I seem to have lost her."
Lola was Gerard's friend from her own planet. She was quite peacefully staying with Frank, Ray's friend.
The man just looked at her all exasperated. Gerard was still on the floor. Ray didn't know where to go from here, as their scene wasn't discussed with this much detail.
"I am sorry. I don't—I came here for a… study." The alien decided, "My ship is in your… yard? I came to investigate human activity."
Ray felt a breath of relief at Gerard's words. She was giving him a perfect opening.
"Right, well… Gerard," started Ray, "I could give you an introduction to humans, I suppose. But you better get out after, I don't want some alien thing creepin' around my house."
Her face lit up with a smile as she pushed herself back on two feet. Ray decided to be a little indulgent, a little selfish.
"So, I assume you want to learn like, how we work or whatever?" His face was scrunched a little, feigning confusion.
"Oh, yes. We find humans so interesting, considering how similar we look! My friend has even touched a human!" She explained excitedly.
Ray frowned, "Touched as in…?"
"Huh? Isn't there only one way human's can touch?"
Oh, so it was like that, Ray thought to himself. The clueless, foreign alien—corrupted by a human who doesn't have her best interests at heart. Erotic. Freaky. Ray liked it probably more than he realised at the time, but that was definitely a later issue.
He smiled mischievously, his full lips drawing almost taut, "Humans touch in a lot of different ways."
Had Ray been perhaps a decade or so younger, he'd find this kind of roleplay off-putting. Freakish in a bad way. But not now, now he loves it after Gerard showed him that it can be so interesting, so sexy. So maybe their dialogue felt a little corny, but the outcome would result in mind-blowing sex. Which seemed a fair trade to him.
"But—I thought—" She stuttered, her thick brows furrowing in confusion and her little lips drawing downward, "Can you show me? I think this would be good to.. to bring back. For my research."
Ray was usually the first to falter in their little back-and-forth game, but it seemed Gerard didn't want to waste time today.
The man gestured for her to come closer, and she cautiously did so.
"You are not going to hurt me?" She asked quietly, but her voice held a lilt of mirth that Ray knew well.
He took her face into his palms, and squeezed carefully at the pudgy cheeks there, "Not unless you give me reason to."
Gerard's returning shiver was not lost on him, but he chose to ignore it for now.
"The first way humans can touch is with their hands, as you probably know," Ray started, slightly unsure how to navigate this sort of roleplay.
He slowly moved hands from her cheeks, trailing them down against the alien's neck and shoulders. For a species with no sex positivity, Gerard was fascinatingly receptive to even the faintest of Ray's touch. Her skin prickled beneath his fingers, a small hitch in breath as she pretended to act clueless. It was hotter than Ray had expected.
"They can go here," Hands pressed up to her arms, "here," her waist this time, "and here." His hands slipped down to her ass, snaking around to her inner thigh.
In a way, his touches felt impersonal—educative, instructing—but they were simultaneously arousing and too heavy handed for a simple demonstration.
Ray raised his brow at her lack of response. Gerard's face was a little flushed, her eyes still wide and looking way too innocent.
"Hands can even touch…" He ran his hand up her inner thigh, before pressing directly against her dick covered by her suit trousers, "right here."
She gasped at the sudden motion, his grip slightly too tight and even bordering on forceful, "I—I wasn't aware humans—" He pressed harder, looking up at her expectantly as she let out a groan.
"Does it feel good for little aliens like you, too?" He muttered, his voice now falling easily into the dominant persona. Gerard's eyes scrunched shut and she nodded with a feeble whine.
Humming his approval, his hands came up to rest on her waist once more.
Gerard watched Ray reverently, her expression all confused and pointy nose upturned. She wanted to ask why he stopped, but before the words could leave her mouth, Ray began to speak.
"Humans can also touch with their mouth," His own voice was growing impatient, and Gerard could see the imprint in his jeans, "Like this."
He pressed onto her lips with more force than before, her own actions not reciprocating as she let out a gasp. Pushing them down onto the bed, Ray clambered on top of her. She looked scared, and Ray found himself shocked at how truly arousing that was to him.
"Do humans do this too?" Her words came out as a curiosity, like she was truly naive to Ray's ulterior motives.
Humming a clear mhm, Ray began to press harsh kisses to her neck, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and undoing the tie draped around her neck. Gerard put up a small manner of resistance, almost causing Ray to second guess himself before he remembered that this was exactly what she wanted.
"We touch each other more like this," He spoke between his attacks on her neck, pulling her shirt completely off now. Her torso was wide and beautiful, masculine in it's figure and yet plump and full on her chest, grabbable and fat.
Her arms came up in resistance, to which he grabbed them and forced them above her head, "You wanted to learn, didn't you? Don't start bitching at me now."
Gerard felt utterly helpless to his advances as he brought teeth into the equation, biting and bruising her body as she tugged and fought. She could feel her clit pulsing vigorously, her dick straining against tight panties. Ray looked up at her before taking one of her wide nipples into his mouth, suckling harshly and drawing whines from deep within her.
He muttered something along the lines of, "It's good, right? You don't have this back home?"
Shaking her head violently, Gerard looked at him with an expression akin to a deer in headlights, "I— I don't understand—What are you doing?"
Ray hushed the alien before offering a smile, "It's going to get even better, don't worry." He groaned, beginning to unzip her pants.
"No—You aren't supposed to—" Her sentence was cut short with a grunt and a clench of tiny teeth as Ray gripped her cock once more; It felt so foreign, it felt incredible. He released her arms slowly as she began to submit to him.
The man offered a feeble comfort, running his free hand through her hair before pushing her belt and trousers aside. Gerard was bared before him, the comparison of him being fully clothed not lost on her. His hand began to circle her clothed dick again, rubbing up and down in torturous motions. She whined at the pressure. They didn't ever do this on her planet—only using their sexual organs for the sake of reproduction, to breed and be bred. This was never on the cards for her before Ray.
"There's a way to make this feel even better, you know," For a voice typically so friendly and high, this seemed to directly contrasted this. He sounded hungry, "Are you ready?"
The alien didn't stand a chance of replying because before she knew it, Ray was pulling her underwear down and enveloping her hard dick, immediately pressing all the way to her pubic hair. All she could do was let out a deep moan, gripping his head fiercely. Her dick wasn't big at all, and when they aren't so deep into roleplaying like this, Ray had a habit of teasing about it. He began to bob up and down carefully, the scent of her wet pussy colliding with the musk of her cock made his head spin.
This didn't last as long as Gerard would've wanted, with the pleasure being cut off suddenly as Ray crawled on top of her for the second time that night.
"You like it, huh?" Ray groaned, rubbing his denim-covered heat over her, "and to think you were fighting it before… It's alright—hah—I'll show you how good it can get, baby."
This sort of talk was more familiar to Ray now, but he found it rather shocking how long Gerard was actually letting him indulge in dominating. She usually took control by now, and Ray was beginning to become excited to see how long she'll truly let him.
He pulled off his shirt in a haste, his jeans taking a minute longer as he fought with the zipper, before he tugged his underwear off at last. Gerard was enraptured, watching his thick cock bob up towards his abdomen.
The man moved past Gerard to sit up against the headboard, curling his fingers to get her to crawl up to him. She moved in a way that was feline, and Ray felt his dick twitch as he saw her hips sway. Her planted herself in between his legs, before looking at him with naive eyes. He felt the urge to destroy her, just a little.
"What now?" She whispered, gasping as he gripped her roughly, her soft skin melding in his palm whilst he bent her over. This position seemed safe enough, he thought. The view of her arched back was priceless, watching the quickened rise and fall of her chest.
He pressed his dick against ass first, listening to her gasp and tense before she settled, before sliding it past and to push against her slick opening. The good thing to come out of the alien's previously bland sex culture was that they didn't need lube, their bodies already accustomed and willing to be fucked and bred. He did not answer her question—he only pushed in, harder than he would typically, relishing in her shocked moan.
Ray bottomed out and provided no mercy with adjustments. She had no choice but to take it. He began to thrust in and out just as mercilessly, letting out muted grunts of pleasure. His skin was slick with sweat, the sheets beginning to dampen beneath them as he shook the bed with force.
"Ah, Wai—Wait—" She cried, but was only met with a harsh thwack to her ass, and an extra rough thrust.
"This is how we do it here," He growled, issuing another three slaps to her reddening skin, "You wanted to find out, didn't you? You asked for this."
Ray could feel the blood in his veins pumping white hot, the slick glide of his cock heavenly against the alien's almost rubbery inside. It vaguely reminded him of a fleshlight—all his to pound and use. He wished this lasted for longer, but it didn't.
Gerard pushed back against him, pressing him into the mattress and taking control. Reverse cowgirl… okay, Ray could work with that—
Slowly, she rocked her body against his, "Am I doing it—Mmh—right?" Coy. Teasing. Ray's control was over as he fell back with a whine.
"Yes, fuck, just like that—"
The visual of Gerard grinding against his cock was ingrained in his mind forever, but every time seeing it made him feel like he had to take a sabbatical. Her rolls all moving together as her back was gliding with sweat—the sight was enough to make him cry.
She began to get eager with her motions, the helpless alien play fading out as they both succumbed to the pleasure of hot bodies sliding against each other. The wet sounds echoed through the room, ruffling of sheets muffled under their erotic noises. It stunk of sex and sweat. Ray thought he ought to die like this—nothing else could compare to the view before him.
"Gerard—c'mon, fuck—Keep going—" He whimpered, his hands gripping at her stomach tightly as the coil in his abdomen tightened, "Ah, ah—I'm so close, oh fuck, doing perfect, baby."
Gerard's moans were obscene above him, completely ignoring his words as she moved for her own pleasure, even going as far as to slow down, savour the fullness she felt. Her poor, neglected cock was weeping in front of her, leaving a puddle of freaky alien pre-cum on the fabric beneath her and Ray.
"Touch my dick, Ray," She whined back—as much as her domineering attitude can work most days, today was about desperation. She had her fill of her little capture fantasy, and now she wanted to be sloppy and messy. Ray would rather die than deny her.
He released one of his hands from the vice grip on her stomach, bringing it to completely cover her small dick, pumping it like it was a toy. Ray was so fucking close, he could feel it reaching higher, higher—
She stopped. Stock still, panting, Ray's hand still moving on her front, "No, no, no—fuck—why would you stop?" he cried, unable to keep the sob from his voice.
Gerard coo'ed like she was soothing a prey animal, "I want to check if this… hah—this will feel good. For my research." Ray groaned in response, his head falling onto her shoulder in defeat. Trust Gerard to bring it back to their little roleplay fantasy.
He was unsure as to what she was doing at first until he felt it, her pussy was purposefully clenching and unclenching around his cock—tight, hot, and utterly fucking insane. She had never done this purposely before, only when she had cum and couldn't help it. The pleasure was mind-melting, and Ray had half the mind to offer his hand in marriage right then and there.
"Ge—rard—Hah—Jesus, please, baby, please—" He cried, bucking his hips up into her, his curls sticking tightly to his forehead with exertion, "I need to cum so fuckin' bad, baby, please—"
She let out a breathy giggle—his hand was still pumping her cock fiercely, only making her more desperate. She built up a rhythm once more, slowly, moving in careful circles whilst continuing her little clenching sequence.
"Is it that good?" She sighed, her back arching as his dick pressed up against that spot inside her, causing a desperate moan to leave her mouth.
"Yes, yes—so good—baby, c'mon—"
Rolling her hips in earnest now, their conjoined moans built in volume as her peak began to climb—white hot pressure squeezing, encasing her body, making her tremble and cry. Ray's grip was sure to leave bruises, chafe her skin with the intensity of it. There was no way she was slowing down now, voice pushing out clear ah, ah, ah's with every movement.
Ray felt like his dick would surely burst at any moment now, his eyes clamped shut as he whimpered into the alien's neck, his dominant side fully replaced with his pathetic display of all-encompassing need.
Gerard moaned loud enough to scare off any neighbours, beginning to pant and cry, "C'mon, yes, yes, fuck, oh my God!" as she reached her peak, this time truly clenching around him, her pussy overwhelmed and spasming as her little cock leaked hot cum onto the mattress and Ray's fingers.
Ray truly had tears falling now, his entire body drenched in sweat as he bucked up into her like he was in heat, chasing his climax like a man drowning chases air. He felt his balls draw tight, and he knew the game was over. He sobbed harder as he spilt his cum into Gerard's tired hole, his hand finally releasing her cock as he realised he was literally squeezing it—thank God for alien anatomy.
The alien carefully pulled herself off of his spent dick, rolling over besides him and burrowing herself into his side.
After much convincing to the begrudged and tired woman, Ray managed to get them both into a quick shower, gently washing Gerard's hair and rubbing gentle circles into her scalp as she basked in the loving motions. She didn't speak much after scenes, but Ray never minded. He enjoyed taking care of her after, even if he was tired. It filled him with a beautiful sense of adoration.
Gerard groaned in frustration whilst Ray changed the sheets, her little face all pouty and tired, even though she knew she'd appreciate it in the morning more than anything. Climbing into their bed was heavenly, the linen soft and smooth against her skin, and as soon as her head hit the pillow slumber had taken her already.
"Goodnight, silly alien," Ray whispered with a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, "I love you."
A warbled mutter was all he got back.