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There’s hands on me. They caress my face, my arms, and thighs. They are so possessive, gripping onto my flesh like they think I am going to run away. Not that I would, the touches have me so wet, I’m begging for just one of those hands to touch me more.
“I’m already touching.” A voice I recognized told me, it sounded too amused for my liking. I spread my legs wider and thrust up against a hard, warm body, rubbing my cock desperately for some friction. Two hands press my hips back down to the mattress and I whine. I have never been so needy, so willing. Please, please, please. There’s a chittering laugh now and I swear I know this voice but I just can’t put a face to it.
“Grace is so cute when it begs. If it touches the mark Rocky gave it, then Rocky will touch its sad little cunt.” I don’t think twice and immediately dig my fingers into the handprint mark on my arm, I caress it and run my nails along the numb flesh. I look up at Rocky and bring my arm to my mouth and look directly at him as I run my tongue along the skin.
“G-Good, Good, Grace, such a good boy for Rocky.” Rocky presses their carapace down onto my cock and vibrates so hard I choke on my spit. I cough out as the pleasure rocks through my entire body. I can feel that vibration in my very pores and I barely clear my airway before my back is arching and I’m cumming so hard I can see dots in my vision.
“Grace!”
I jolted awake, tangled up completely in my blankets. I am soaked in sweat and as I try to turn my body I can feel how wet I am between my legs. If my face wasn’t red from the dream it is when I realize I just came so hard in my sleep to the alien that’s currently standing next to my bed.
Rocky is wearing his new xenonite suit that perfectly forms around his body. He’s tapping one of his hands repeatedly and I just know he’s trying to get a clear picture of me. That makes my face heat up more which shouldn’t be possible. My cock twitches and it’s so embarrassing that I had to lay back down and cover my face. I am too old to be having wet dreams, let alone for my alien best friend that just bent over backwards to create a functioning world for me.
“Grace heart is beating very quickly, there’s significant blood rushing to its face and reproductive organs.”
I half-shriek and toss the blanket over Rocky and make a run to the bathroom. I have to get away from this nosey creature before my head blows off my neck. I lock myself in like a child and sit on the toilet. I am thankful at that moment that I begged for a completely sound proof space for my own privacy. My house is soundproof from the outside but with the open concept inside sound travels easiest. It gave Rocky some peace of mind since we both were too used to having infinite access to each other.
I press my palms deep into my eyes trying to block out the dream from my head but it keeps repeating over and over. How am I going to look him in the eye— body— now?
While we both established that we loved each other very much, we never crossed into territory like this before. Heck, I haven’t felt genuine sexual attraction since I was with Linda and even that was a mess where I felt I was doing a performance. Half of the sexual favors I did for Linda felt like I was doing what was expected of me, not from me feeling particularly horny to do it. I know that sounds awful but I was content at the time cause I loved Linda and was willing to put her pleasure and comfort over my own.
Would Rocky make me feel wanted, touch me possessively like he did in my dream? I look down at the mark on my arm and I raise it to my lips like I did in my dream. I lick the textured skin and my cock twitches in my boxers. Fudge. What if he left another mark somewhere else, maybe right next to my wet cunt.
Stop! Stop! Stop! I jump up and turn the water on. I don’t take my clothes off and let the cold water seep down to my bones, easing the heated feeling in my gut. I rest my head back against the cold tiles and take deep breaths. I have to calm down and figure out how I am going to leave this room and explain my strange behavior. Because Rocky will ask me cause he’s nosey, nosey, nosey. I normally love this trait from him cause I am equally nosey and we have bonded a lot gossiping since we got to Erid. But right now I can not find it in me to appreciate the future 20 questions I am going to have to play.
I must take longer than I expect cause I hear a gentle knock at the door. I’m being so ridiculous. Rocky is taking time out of his day to come visit me and I’m spending it being a child in my bathroom. I turn the water off and pull the cold clothes off. I wrap a towel around my hips and hand my shirt and boxers up to dry. Then I take a deep breath and step out of the bathroom. Rocky is waiting for me outside the door. He’s upset, I can tell. His carapace is low to the ground, his legs raised around his body.
“Grace upset with Rocky.” He says it so gently and it breaks my heart.
“Oh buddy.” I say and walk over. I kneel down and wrap my arms around him and pat him gently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to react like that. I was being a big baby and needed a moment to myself. You did nothing wrong.”
Rocky leans his carapace up against me and I can feel the air blow through his vents. We hug for a long moment before it occurs to me that I am still naked and also by the rumbling in my stomach, hungry. Rocky pulls back away from me and walks towards the kitchen.
“Rocky prepare food for Grace. It should go get dressed. Then we can continue watching human drama show.” He doesn’t expect a response from me as he’s already in the kitchen moving around so I just listen to him and go get dressed.
After I am dressed and fed, Rocky rushes me to the couch where I have my own movie theatre set up. I don’t know how the Eridians transferred the screens from the Don’t Go Crazy room to my home but I don’t question it too much. Now I have a big, rounded screen that rivals Samsung’s arched screens, to watch my Earth shows and movies.
Rocky wanted to watch something that humans think is funny so I put on Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. I grew up watching this show but never sat down to do a full binge. I had a long talk with Rocky explaining that on Earth there were different races and cultures of people when he asked me why the characters in the show talked differently then I did. It was hard for me to talk about. I was a transman but at the end of the day I was still a Caucasian man. Rocky made sure to let me know how dumb humans were and how he was shocked that humans didn’t end up blowing up their own planet with their hate and ignorance. Oh boy, that was an intense conversation. Since then he hasn’t asked me to explain anymore and we just continued to watch the show.
“Human named Will has had many mates. Did Grace have many mates?” Rocky puts his little scan device down and turns his body to me. A human action so I can know that his attention is on me. I flush a bit and pull my blanket tighter to my body.
“Well I told you about Linda before. I haven’t had many mates before her, no. Like 3 max.” I pick at a thread on my blanket and pull at it. Fudge, the thread came out of the blanket and now there was a hole in it. I was going to have to find a way to fix that now.
“Why?” It’s such a simple question from a place of genuine curiosity but it makes my face redder and my eyes sting.
“It takes a lot for me to feel something for another person and by the time it happens the other person has gotten so frustrated with me that they leave.” I open and close the hole I made in my blanket and take a shaky breath so I don’t burst into tears. Being reminded of my romantic failings really hits harder knowing I just had a very explicit dream to the rocky spider alien guy sitting next to me. It’s another failure of mine. I struggle to feel sexual attraction to humans and here I am getting hot and bothered for a distinctly alien being.
“Ugh, humans really are stupid creatures. Have no patience. They would not survive an Eridian courtship. Some last decades.”
It’s not much but it reassures me so easily and that’s what breaks me. I shove the blanket into my face to attempt to hide the tears that flow from my eyes. My breath hitches and I can feel the drool sliding down the side of my mouth as I sob.
Why are you so broken Ryland Grace? Why can’t you be normal for—?
I am shaken out of my thoughts as I feel Rocky’s hands on me. He’s pulling me and I don’t fight him as he tucks me against his body. One of his hands cards through my hair while another rubs my back.
“Earth no deserve Grace. Grace brave, kind and selfless. It shouldn’t waste its tears on ungrateful humans. Rocky take care of it forever.” He hums a soft melodic song as he says this and it brings more tears to my eyes. Rocky makes me feel so loved it makes me almost sick. What did I do to deserve this unconditional love?
“Oh Rock—” My words catch in my throat and I chose to bury my face into his body instead. It’s not comfortable at all since he’s a literal rock but I can ignore the slight pain in my nose as I take a deep breath. He smells like seawater and slight ammonia. I find it comforting now.
The tv is still playing but neither of us are paying any attention to it. I can only focus on the way Rocky moves his hands over my body so gently. I start to doze off a bit, noticing Rocky has been gently caressing the same spot on his arm for a bit now. It’s his handprint. He’s gently outlining the shape of it and I can’t hide the shiver that runs down my spine from the action. He pauses for a second and I grumble, pressing tighter to his side. He takes the hint and continues to caress my skin and when goosebumps form on my skin he starts caressing the little bumps.
I feel so content and loved that I don’t think twice before I turn my face and press my lips to his carapace. It’s nothing more than a peck so I gave him another one. I am about to settle back down to sleep against him but a hand in my hair stops me. Rocky is gripping my hair strands, not enough to hurt but enough to keep me in place. I let out a questioning noise and he answers back with a noise I have never heard from him before. It’s almost like a growl but not quite since there’s a harmony as well.
“Do it again Grace. Kiss Rocky again.”
I flush bright red again and I can feel myself getting wet immediately. I hesitantly lean forward again and press my lips again, this time closer to his vents. One of his hands caresses my jaw before holding it in his grip. It’s not done harshly but it does make me feel like a puppet. Rocky could move me anyway he wants, I won’t fight him. Despite the guilt in my gut over my attraction to an alien I can’t deny the way my body sings along with his song. Can he hear it? The way my heart beats loudly for him, the way the air moves through my lungs breathing him in.
I once made a joke that I was worried about him growing in me. Oh how dumb was I? He’s been growing in me since we met. He’s in every nook and cranny of my body and has made himself home against my heart. My ribs keep him tucked in nice and tight. I lean forward, with him letting me, and kiss him again.
“I love you.”
I mumble against him, kissing him again. There’s a warmth stirring in my gut and I can feel a small gush of slick. God my body really has decided that it wants something that it never did before. I want to ignore it, I want to be content with just this moment. I don’t need to be greedy and expect more. It’s difficult though as Rocky has taken one of his hands and started to trace a vein on my thigh. I can tell by the way he’s moving that he’s still trying to be so gentle with me. I shudder by the gentle touch and muffle a soft sigh. These touches he gives me send more goosebumps along my skin.
“Rocky love Grace too, very much.”
He trills and vibrates excitedly and I can feel it in my teeth since my face is still pressed against him. God I want to feel that vibration on my cunt again, just like my dream. I squirm and get embarrassed. I have to collect myself. I am being ridiculous. This is your best friend Ryland. Get it together Ryland. I attempt to move away from Rocky so I can cool down but he doesn’t loosen his grip. In fact, his hands tighten on my body and I can’t hide how turned on that makes me. My hips jerk up and bite my tongue to prevent the moan escape my lips.
“Grace is reacting differently to touch than it usually does. Its reproductive organ has filled with blood again and is leaking. Does Grace want ♪♩♫♩ with Rocky?”
It’s a new word but he says it in a tone that makes me gasp. It’s sensual and is emphasized by Rocky squeezing my thigh in his hand. It’s been years since I have needed something translated so whatever word Rocky just said it’s probably from the cultural difference boundary we set.
“Need a word for that Rock.”
I can guess exactly what he is saying but I need him to say it. I can’t just imagine the implications. Our relationship means too much to me for miscommunication. I raise a hand and gently touch the smooth xenonite against his carapace. He adjusts his hands so he’s holding my hand against him while still gripping my thigh. He begins a beautiful song I have never heard from him. My brain becomes mush and I practically melt against him. I am so relaxed I almost miss him talking to me. I have to force my brain to focus on his notes.
“♪♩♫♩ is mating together not for reproduction but for fun. Bonding with mate.”
So he is in fact asking if I want to have sex with him. Wait a fudging minute? He’s asking me if I want to have sex with him.
“D-Do you want to have sex with me Rocky?” Oh, please say yes. Say yes.
“Grace question stupid. Rocky would not ask it question if Rocky did not want to.”
Whoomp— there it is.
“R-Rocky, you do know what you’re asking me to do with you? Like are you for sure? I need to know that we are on the same page cause I don’t want to assume and then I ruin everything cause you’re all I have—” A claw on my lips stops my panicked rambling. I didn’t realize I was shaking and hyperventilating.
“Grace really stupid stupid stupid human. Rocky tells it how much he loves it, researches and practices human romantic gestures with it and it has audacity to talk to Rocky like a pebble. Rocky is adult Eridian. Rocky can make his own choices.”
He doesn’t sound mad when he says this. He just sounds exasperated, like he can’t believe I really am so stupid. He’s right though. I am stupid. We were definitely mates at this point, I just never imagined that he would feel those kinds of feelings for me. Heck, I just now realized that I felt that way for him.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to talk to you like a pebble. I just needed reassurance. I am an odd human and it takes a lot for me to feel romantic, let alone s-sexual, feelings for another person.”
God could this be more embarrassing. We were discussing potentially having sex together and I had to go ahead and dump my poor relationship skills into the mix. I feel my eyes sting and that just makes it all worse. I can not cry right now.
“Rocky knows Grace and understands. Rocky will give Grace reassurance.” He cups my cheek in his three claw grip and I lean into it easily. “Rocky loves Grace and would like to explore sexual mating with it. It can say no and we continue to be mates.”
Wow, I really really loved this alien so much. He has treated me better than any human has. He is arrogant, nosey, and calls me dumb dumb idiot a lot but at the end of the day, he loves me. He shows his love for me in so many ways and this was just another one. I know that if I say no to us having sex we will just move on and he will never pressure or mention it again. But I don’t want to say no. I want this with Rocky, I want to make love to my best friend.
“Yes, I want to, I’m willing.”
I take a deep breath and pull away from Rocky, noting how he easily let me go that time. Despite how anxious I was, Rocky always brought out my brave genes and gave me confidence. I knew he was curious as he kept clicking his claws but I didn’t want to rush this. I put my hands at the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. I can hear him purring like an overeager cat and it’s the encouragement I needed. I discard my shirt and run my hands down my chest. That melodic song Rocky sang earlier that I didn’t recognize reaches my ears. His hands open and close and he shifts back and forth. He still hasn’t moved though. It gives me the confidence to keep going, letting my hands trace down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. I take both the shorts and my boxers off leaving myself bare.
It’s a bit intimidating. I have never been self-conscious of my body but I am still recovering from starvation. It’s a long journey and the evidence of my near death makes me want to cover up. I don’t though. This is Rocky. He has ‘seen’ me in every state imaginable and I know he sees me exactly like this all the time with his echolocation. I take the time to adjust the blankets on the couch so when I lay down the blankets create a cocoon around me. I’m so nervous I think I might throw up but I still open my legs, revealing my wet cunt. I hold out my hand to him.
“R-Rocky.”
He takes my hand immediately and shuffles his limbs around me on the couch. He presses the hand he’s holding up next to my head. I curl my fingers as best as I can between his claws. My free hand moves along his carapace feeling every bump and crack I can through the xenonite. I must have touched a particularly sensitive spot next to his arm because he shudders, trilling softly against me. He takes one of his other hands and grabs my free one putting it up above my head with the other one.
“Rocky want to explore, keep hands here.”
I nod and sink back against the blankets. Rocky takes his time starting with my hair. He ruffles the strands left and right and I sigh, relaxing at the nice feeling of someone playing with my hair after so long. Next one of his claws gently runs down the length of my nose and down my lips. I kiss the claw and giggle when he squeezes my lips together. There’s no pain, it's all gentle and soft. He lets go of my lips and moves his claws down my jaw to my neck. He presses his open hand on my throat and squeezes. I gasp as the air is knocked out of me but it returns quickly Rocky moving his hand away and down my chest. He traces my faded top surgery scars and runs his claws over my hardening nipples.
I’m trembling all over so turned on my hips jerk up against Rocky for any kind of friction. I think he ignores me for a moment but he answers my trembling with his own vibrations. He’s not touching where I need it but I can still feel his song through my bones and absolutely melt against the blankets. There’s soft trilling and gentle chittering but I can not translate it right now. The only thing I can compare how muffled my head feels is when I was in college and I smoked an indica joint. I am floating on the clouds. I can just make out Rocky’s hands stroking my hips and thighs. Whining I try once again to rub my hips against any part of Rocky.
“R-Rocky, p-please. Touch me, touch me…” I know I am begging but whatever brain mushing song Rocky is singing I can’t feel any amount of shame.
“Since it asked so nicely, Rocky will grant its wish.” I cry out shamelessly as Rocky traced a claw along my hard cock. My fingers grip the blankets, desperate for something to cling too. I hadn’t moved them since Rocky didn’t tell me I could. When I decided I’d be so obedient I don’t know but I can’t question anything with the slow stroking Rocky is giving me. It’s just barely any pressure but it’s enough for me cry out, tears already clinging to my eyelashes. I have never felt like this before. It’s all consuming how much I want Rocky. I’m not sure how much I can take, my orgasm is already creeping up on me quickly. Rocky senses it quickly and stops stroking me and I let out a frustrated huff, my hips jerking again. Please, I’m so close.
“Grace give Rocky its hand.”
I untangle my fingers from the blanket and hold it out. Rocky takes it and moves it to my aching cunt. I jolt and open my eyes, looking at him curiously.
“Grace will use pretty little fingers and open itself for Rocky. Rocky doesn’t want to hurt Grace.” I gulp and nod, completely unable to respond. I shove two fingers easily due to how absolutely wet I am. I curl my fingers and thrust in and out hurriedly, wanting desperately to get back to the edge. Rocky grabs my hand and moves it slower.
“Rocky wants to be inside Grace when it orgasms. Go slower and add another finger.”
I nod and like the good boy I want to be for Rocky I listen. I add another finger and focus on stretching myself out for him. I’m not sure why I need to stretch so much for him, his arms aren’t that thick and with how I am turned on I know he’d slide in fairly easily. I’m not sure how long I am slowly fucking myself before Rocky removes my hand with a loud squelch. There’s literally slick everywhere, coating my thighs and his carapace. Speaking of Rocky, I notice a silver fluid dripping from his seam underneath his carapace. His seam is opening up and something is exiting his orifice. I knew about Rocky’s ovipositor but I had never seen it before. It’s thick and a soft yellow color. I have no idea what magic Rocky did with his xenonite suit but his ovipositor shapes with the mesh. Rocky’s vibration reaches new levels as his length unfurls and I can only stare at the 8 inches of wriggling flesh between my legs.
“Can you put that in me, yesterday?” I say and Rocky does his adorable chittering laugh that I love so much.
“Grace so dumb dumb when it is aroused. Rocky will put it in today, statement.”
I nod slowly, so entranced by how Rocky is able to move his ovipositor in whatever fashion. I spread my legs wider, hooking one of them over the side of the couch. It’s a slightly awkward angle but I could care less because Rocky is rubbing that hot flesh along my folds. He presses the tip to my cock and— Oh, god!— he’s suctioning the tip and it’s like he’s sucking me off.
“F-Fuck! Oh, fuck! That’s— so fucking good.” I slam my head back against the couch and gasp out for air. Oh it feels so weird, so so weird but I love it. I want more of it. I want. I want. I want so badly. I am on the cliff’s edge and I am about to fall over when he once again pulls away from me.
“No, no, no, no, please. Please!”
“Shush Grace, Rocky is going to enter it now, want to feel Grace orgasm on Rocky.”
I can’t stop whining and panting like a dog in heat and I want to beg again but Rocky doesn’t make me wait too much longer. From how hard he’s vibrating against my skin I can tell he’s close as well. This is not going to last long. We’re both so worked up.
The air is knocked right out of my lungs when that thick wriggling flesh enters my cunt and the stretch is beautiful and warm. There’s an ache that hurts so good when Rocky enters as much as he can. It’s the most perfect, wonderful, complete feeling. Rocky stops wriggling for a moment to allow me to adjust to his girth. I feel so delirious I start giggling and making a grabbing motion with one of my hands. Rocky chitters and adjusts himself so I can hold his hand. I lean up on my elbow and take his hand to my lips. I kiss each of his claws and give them a teasing little lick.
“I love you so much Rocky.”
“Grace too coherent, must make it stupid stupid stupid.”
Rocky thrusts into me, hitting right up against my cervix and I cry out. It hurts and I wince. Rocky apologizes and eases up his thrusts but doesn’t stop. The pleasure builds in my gut slowly and then Rocky is vibrating and I almost pass out. My pussy gushes and I’m dumbfounded at the fluid coating Rocky’s xenonite. He made me squirt. I have never done that before, I didn’t think it was real. I don’t have much time to think about these turn of events because Rocky is still vibrating my insides and I cum. My entire body clenches as the most mind-blowing orgasm wracks my body. I am shaking and trembling, my hips jerking uncontrollably. Rocky’s singing has reached such a high octave I can’t hear it. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise and that ovipositor somehow grows more and locks inside me. My hips are still twitching as I feel something thick press right against my cervix again. I whine at the uncomfortable sensation and Rocky sings apologetically.
“So sorry Grace, egg is leaving ♩♪♩♫♩♩. Rocky can not stop.”
He loosens his grip on my hips and gently caresses over my body. He vibrates at that brain mushing frequency and I find blackness overtaking my vision.
I groan as I try to open my eyes. My head pounds when it encounters the light. I turn over in bed and bury my face in my blankets. I wriggle my legs together and try to ignore the soreness between them. Fingers are in my hair and it makes me realize that I am in bed. I uncover my face and look around my eyes landing on Rocky in bed with me. His xenonite suit is clean and he’s singing that mating song again.
“Was that real?” I ask, reaching out to hold one of his hands. He laughs at me and moves closer to me, pulling me against his body. I wince at the pain in my hips. I have to remember I am not a sprite young thing anymore next time we have sex. Next time. I smile and giggle at my own thoughts. I’m worse than a teenage girl. I wasn’t a virgin but with Rocky it was like my first time. I experienced things I have never felt before.
“Grace dumb during sex. Grace dumb outside of sex. Grace dumb dumb dumb.”
“Hey, you just had to say yes.” I grumble and cover my head with the blanket.
“Come Grace, it’s human time to eat.”
“Can we just stay in bed just a little longer love? I just want to be held a little more.”
Rocky doesn’t ridicule me. He just wraps the blankets around my shoulders and brings me in close. I run my fingers over the pattern and it takes me entirely too long to realize that the hole I made in the blanket has been fixed.