Xenophilia – The Alien

This is part of a project to touch up and publish an older series of works I had done in the past, placing them on Literotica. There are quite a few parts, so they will seem repetitive as more are updated, and since they are not being completely revised, they will show their age. There will also be some questionable content, and due to said age, may not be presented in the most palatable manner, as much as I may have believed I did those years ago. Please keep this in mind.

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She had no name. No, names were not for her or her kin to have. That was for the humans. To shout, to cry out to, to know. For her to listen to… it was good to listen. To find them, to catch them… and to make them cry out other sounds.

That was what drove the eyeless female, quietly stalking a ventilation duct, scenting the air for the pheromones and smells of humans. There were still many around, though few compared to those already in the clutches of her sisters and the Queenmother. They were learning. Some had yet to know. Yes, they needed to know. And she needed to hunt… nothing was better.

The appendages on her back quivered in excitement at the thought; no matter how many she had taken, how many she had driven to ecstasy, she was still so excited about the prospect. She would never grow bored, though she lamented the day the ‘true’ hunts would come to an end… she liked to hunt. It was delightful.

She paused; the creature had picked up the scent. A man was close, a trail of his pheromones, full of fear and uncertainty, betraying his place of hiding. Oh, how it made her hiss and shiver in anticipation, that heady cocktail of terror and horror. It made her wet between her thighs at the idea. She hoped he would give her a chase. She did so enjoy her chases.

She followed the scent, through the metal tunnels the humans had built above and below and around their normal passageways. Ducts they were, for air, she had learned. She didn’t care; they were perfect for stalking her prey from, as most of her sisters had learned. She could drop down from below or burst from the side, ensnare one of her prey and drag them into oblivion before their kin could help them, before they even knew what had happened. And then, then she would have her fun, have her way with them until they were exhausted, and then she would take them to the Hive. She hoped the Queenmother would reward her for this one like the last.

He was alone. Alone was good, no interference. More fear, more of that intoxicating aroma. It was her drug, her addiction. It would only abate when there was no one left to hunt truly. Then she would find other drugs. She already was. But hunting this human was all that was on her mind. She eventually came upon him, the man clutching something in his hand… a keepsake? Or a weapon? It was small and box-like. She could see the strange, flittering outlines of his form and his surrounds in the mental images in which she saw the world.

She had no eyes. She had other senses, however, other ways of seeing things in the physical world… right down to the twitching of his face once she peaked her head out from a vent, already broken from a previous ‘stalker’. She could see him, outlined in vivid shades of white and black and all between, a worldview beyond the comprehension of any other being. And the colours from the pheromones… fear and indecision, so enticing. It was a beautiful mix of the monochrome and the vibrant. And all constructed in her mind, no eyes to speak of.

He was at a crossroads of sort; whilst the passage only went in one direction, two rooms opened to his flanks. He appeared to be pondering if safety could be found in those places. She smirked; he was not safe at all. She already knew her plan, already formulated how she would strike. She slunk back up into her vent, deathly quiet as she made her way to the room on the opposite side. Again, broken open, sparing her the need to make unnecessary noise. Another smile; had a sister set this up for any of her fellow blood to use? Yes, it had to be, she scented the endearing aroma of her kin, and it made her hiss silently. Such was family, to be so tight.

Soon, he would be family too.

She dropped down into the room opposite to him, slinking across the ground without a sound. It was hard to resist springing there and then, but it had to be clean. She loved the fear, and the terror that would follow, but she could not hurt him. It would’ve wounded her more terribly than any weapon. But she was confident. Yes, she knew all would be well… he was no different to her other quarry. Less armed than some, and terribly nervous. It would be over for him in an instant, before something new and wondrous began. She crawled closer, exploiting the darkness of the room she was in, the lights long since turned off… a perfect ambush.

The man suddenly turned, walking towards the room she was in. She smiled; he did not seem aware of her presence, shrouded in the shadows. Shadows were her friend, her ally… they concealed her until her terrible strike was unleashed. Her blood was racing now, but her heart, her body, it was cold. She was always cold, but the heat of her excitement was something that transcended the physical. In that way, her corrosive blood was boiling with desire. More wetness formed between her legs. She was going to strike soon.

He noticed her, only too late, only too close, his face twisting into terror as he realised his carelessness, the colourful burst of fear triggering the lusty alien. She couldn’t hold back. She burst, she lunged, launching from the shadows with a terrible shriek, rearing up over his height. He raised his weapon, a simple metal container. She smacked it aside and let her great hand wrap over his face, her other hand snaking around his body as she charged into the other room, ready to steal him away.

He screamed, he struggled violently. He smelled wonderful. The chemical cocktail of his pheromones was getting the alien’s heart racing, her acids pumping, and her nethers quivering in anticipation. She then pinned him down to the ground, unable to wait this time, unable to contain her primal lust. Taking him to the hive could wait. She would not be interrupted… though that might have been excitement all its own.

The man thrashed beneath her, and she pressed her body against him. Not to halt his movements, so much as to feel his shuddering, struggling form against her own, causing a tittering hiss to leave her mouth. She loved it when they struggled. Prey that squirmed made her and her sisters feel so good. Yes, it was lovely when they fought, so helplessly, but the rubbing was delightful. She wasted no more time, though, moving to tie his arms together with her dextrous tail.

“Let go!” he cried. Why would she do that? These humans sometimes said the strangest of things. Their fear made them so illogical… it was endearing. With his arms pinned to the floor above his head, she was free to lock his legs down with hers… and then, she could begin to undress him. She was excited, the thick smell of his body hitting her, the pheromones he was giving off oh so very intoxicating. It made her drool, the cold, sweet-tasting droplets falling onto his face. She was so excited, the more of his body she exposed, the more she wanted him.

His squirming started to die down. Humans did that, when they started to spy the rather ‘interesting’ features she and her kin possessed, features they did not expect their hunters to have. She knew his eyes were now affixed to her breasts, and it made her feel so very desirable. She wondered if she should’ve smothered him between them. Maybe soon, once she had him riled up.

She hissed a teasing sound at him, licking her lips as his terrified and confused expression showed he was discovering more about her sultry body. Yes human, look. Look and lust. She was wondering how long he’d last, if it’d take time in the hive to open his eyes to their love, or if he’d fall here and now… she was about to find out. But, there was no harm if he didn’t fall to her wiles here… she loved to ‘torment’ the cocooned.

She started to grind her slick nethers against him now, feeling a soft, squishy lump against her vulva… he had not yet grown hard. That was changing, a surprised, shivering gasp leaving the terrified man, a pulse racing through his penis. She grinded more firmly to the hardening length, the man shaking his head.

“No, no, no no no no, not this! What are you doing?!” he shouted as he tried so hard to suppress the pleasurable expressions desperately trying to twist his face. It was changing, she could scent the pheromones of mating desire starting to emanate from him. The minds of humans often required more convincing; their bodies were not more honest than they were, simply unbound by the minds that controlled them when it came to such things. No matter. He would be as honest in time.

His penis was soaked in her fluids, causing him to groan and shudder, tugging against her coiled tail and trying to throw her off of him. It was adorable, and so very exciting. She licked her lips and started to grind against his mast slower, but with more pressure than before, sandwiching his cock between his stomach and her hungry vulva, the friction and his own rising body heat warming up her cold fluids and flesh, the smooth, rubbery flesh she possessed further enhancing the sensation. She lowered herself to him once more, her breasts squashing to his chest, her hands snaking around his head, long fingers easily encompassing the back of his head.

His eyes were wide, full of fear as she made him look onto her terrifying visage, half smooth dome, impassive and cold, the other half twisted into lecherous, predatory hunger, before she leaned in close to run her tongue up his face, slowly and firmly. She squashed his cheek in just a little, letting his skin spread away just slightly from where her tongue pushed down, leaving a wet, lingering trail of her saliva upon his skin.

He flinched and grunted, his breaths coming out fast and fearful. They were shallow too, his fear palpable, delicious. She wanted more, but no longer was she able to terrify him with sudden strikes… she would enjoy what she could extract from him, lifting her hips up until his cock sprang erect, gliding against her labia. She hissed in pleasure, turning her attention back down to him with a lecherous grin.

His own expression was one of confusion and meek terror, no longer able to understand what was happening to them. It was not new to her; all the humans thought her sisters were there to slaughter them, to devour them, and many other terrible things. They just wanted to enjoy the fear humans gave off before they delved into the lusty purpose of their hunting. This was no different, the alien gyrating her hips to the tip of his cock, whilst unfurling her tongue and letting her sweet tasting and smelling saliva drip onto his face.

She chuckled softly, a deep, warbling growling sound, evidence of her amusement and delight at the situation. She leaned in close again, giving the man another slow, erotic lick. A shuddering gasp left his mouth, flinching again at the touch of her inky-black tongue, slick with her saliva. She trailed her lips close to his own… until she suddenly sealed her mouth to his, just as she suddenly dropped down upon his cock, silencing any shocked moans that would’ve left his mouth, cut short by her kiss.

She was hungry, and she couldn’t wait to explore his mouth. He let out a muffled, panicked gasp, but he couldn’t stop her from unfurling her tongue in his mouth. He tried to shake her off, but she had a firm hold on his head, and she wasn’t easy to shake loose once she had latched onto her treat. Her tongue started to wind about in his mouth, draping across the insides of his cheek, coiling around his quavering tongue and threatening to delve down his throat. He gagged at that, so she retreated. She took her time. Soon, he would be longing for the kiss of her kind, so deep and placating.

A ripple ran up his body from his nethers, all as she clenched his cock in her nether folds. She had such control, she had once made a human loose his seed inside of her depths from the simple motions of her muscles. How she enjoyed the way that one squirmed desperately beneath her…

Something she was going to do to this one. She loved it when they struggled helplessly, trying to escape the irresistible pleasure she wracked their bodies with. She clenched her muscles around his cock, and then eased the tightness, loosening up from root to tip… before tightening once more in the same direction, as though a ring of her flesh was slowly rolling up his mast.

She paid special attention to his tip; human penises were sensitive there mostly, unlike her own kind, where their entire shaft was erogenous. Of course, humans couldn’t control the way they felt and endured pleasure like her kind could. So it still meant her kind could far more easily dominate humans like this, plunging deep into their bodies and making them moan and orgasm numerous times, well before she and her sisters were spent and exhausted.

He was going red in the face. She could not see colour, but she could sense heat and other bodily reactions living things had… she knew he was flushed, hot and aroused. His smell had grown even more enticing, like a lusty, addictive perfume that she couldn’t go long without. It riled her up, wanting him to make more, starting to rise and fall upon his mast, clenching down tightly, the slickness of her vagina complementing the mild friction from the tightness she imparted. It made him pant already, shivering and grimacing from the intensity of the pleasure, something he likely was not expecting.

“Fuck…” he said, his voice still quiet and shallow from fear, but now the pleasure was starting to override the panic and the terror. She had enjoyed what she could get from him, though she still wished he had more fearful aromas to give. But now, she was hissing from her own pleasure. It felt good, to have a shaft pumping in and out of her depths, hitting all of her sensitive folds. It sent tingles, like static, up her spine and throughout her softer skin. Even her carapace shivered in delight, the muscles beneath the chitin twitching from the stimulation.

The human twitched too, twitched so nicely, trying desperately to hold out, to avoid what was inevitable. She liked that, she liked it when they tried to defy her advances. It was lovely to see them squirm, grimace and grit their teeth, hoping to avoid orgasming from her efforts. It was always useless, but she wouldn’t have it any other way… limp humans weren’t just boring, it meant their minds might have simply evaporated, and she couldn’t have that. But he was panting and shuddering beneath her, his cock throbbing in her choking pussy.

He wouldn’t lose his mind in such a way, only in the manner she and her kin so delighted. And once his sanity returned… he would have his eyes opened to new delights. It made her smile against his lips, having to retract her tongue or push against his jaws with it every time he tried to grit his teeth… not that he could’ve bitten through her deceptively durable tongue, but it wasn’t pleasant all the same.

She raked her fingers through his short hair. It was nice, she liked doing it, feeling the strands, long or not, sliding between her chitinous digits, gently scraping the scalps of her prey with an affectionate touch. She never intended to harm, and she never would, only exploring the bodies of those she ensnared. Of course, she wanted to do more than simply run her hands across his form and mate with him… she’d perhaps jumped the gun here, she wanted to play with him a little first. No matter, she would have that opportunity… she would get to taste him as intimately as possible. No matter how he resisted, he would always give up his precious seed to her or her sisters… in time, the defiance would be for his own enjoyment too.

She had loved upon several of the humans that they captured before the great push, and they often fought, resisted and squirmed with lusty grins on their faces, having grown to enjoy the sensation of being preyed upon by their captors… they were treated with love and kindness, yet were still ‘hunted’ for the delight of all… perhaps this one would be the same, trying to crawl away as though in fear, yet internally begging for the mouth of one of her kin to ‘feast’ upon him. Until then… she was savouring the taste of true fear.

But as before, it was dissipating, his pheromones now that of lust, confusion and defiance, the pleasure eliminating much of his ability to comprehend terror. She could feel it in the way his tensed face broke and softened for a moment to let out a stimulated gasp, and his hips weakly bucked upwards into her sex, the roiling flesh of her innards ‘punishing’ him for the movement, even as she was rolling her hips up and down upon his mast, squeezing tightly and plunging him in and out. She could feel the sticky precum oozing into her passage, smeared around his length and rubbed into her slimy walls, a sure sign that he was close.

Garbled grunts and shuddering gasps were released into her mouth, her kiss still silencing him for the most part. Tension was leaving his body, as he could no longer effectively resist her. Good, good, he would be completely vulnerable soon, unable to resist whatever she was to do to him next. But there was another sort of tension taking his body, a tension of muscles going taut as orgasm slowly approached.

She wanted to see his body squirming beneath her when he did, so she broke the kiss, sliding her hands from his head and wherever else they were exploring, pressing to his bare chest with her elongated fingers splayed out across his pectorals, sitting up in the process and thus letting his cock stand more perpendicular to his body, even when fully nestled inside of her depths. Her rump squashed more to his hips as well, her breasts also now free to bounce to their heart’s content.

And all the while, she watched, the strange, wavy outline of his facial features clear enough to her to see every muscle twitch and every little motion of his eyes as the pleasure was breaking down his resistances. She licked her lips slowly, drawing her tongue from one corner of her mouth, all the way to the other, giving him a toothy grin. She liked to show off her teeth, it always spurred a tiny bit of fear just when it was starting to fade.

He winced at the sight, her sharp teeth, ivory and glistening with her saliva, contrasting with the dark of her lips and face. She hissed in amusement, and proceeded to ride him more roughly now, causing his face to contort in pleasure, closing his eyes and moaning sharply, sounding as though he was still desperately trying to suppress the sounds of his stimulation. It wasn’t working, of course, but she loved to hear it, to listen to their crumbling resistance until they were too weak to suppress their own pleasure. She started twisting her hips in a circular motion, causing his cock to stir about in her depths, pushing and rubbing more firmly to her walls, which ceaselessly roiled and squirmed about his shaft, trying to milk him of all his worth.

The man was starting to pant a little less shamefully now, once she began to bounce up and down, her rump cheeks ever so nicely slapping against his hips, jiggling with each impact, a resounding, wet impact echoing throughout the room in the process, the sloppy sound a result of their fluids mixing together… mostly her own. He slid in and out of her so easily, despite her tightness. It only made the friction, what little there was that transferred through her clenching innards, all the more intense for him to feel. More precum oozed from his tip, and his pants were growing more heated, as were his moans.

It made her hiss. Yes, she liked this. She could feel him shuddering beneath her, helpless prey, writhing like they were having the life constricted out of them, but the truth was so much more delightful. So much more invigorating. In a way, she was stealing life from him, preying on him for the precious fluids he had to give. It made a shiver ripple up her spine, the thought only sending her deeper into a lustful frenzy, rising and falling with much greater speed now, slamming her hips down upon his own. His face was so loose now, his eyes half lidded, his mouth unable to close as his breathing increased in pace.

She watched him, between rolling her head backwards and letting her tongue curl in the air in front of her face with a lustful hiss. She then returned her attention to him, watching his sweaty body shiver as his climax fast approached. Oh, how she just loved it when they were on the cusp… she wondered if she should’ve ‘tortured’ her next human, teasing them to the edge, and then pulling them away from it.

But all she could think of right now was riding this man, mating with him and letting his seed fill her barren womb… she wished the Queenmother would grant her a chance to bear offspring, but the Queenmother’s will was absolute, and she would not argue. The Queenmother was sympathetic, she knew the yearning of her brood to have their own… but their numbers could not bloat too much. The Queenmother knew that, and so, her brood obeyed. But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t enjoy the act of procreation without the outcome… they did it mostly without the desire to reproduce anyways, simply revelling in the lust they felt, and the pleasure.

The man beneath her was close, no doubt similarly losing himself to the desire. She had gone from a terrible shadow monster, to something that was making him writhe in pleasure. She knew he saw a foreign, exotic allure in her form. Most of the humans did once they saw them in the light, and those that did not… they would learn. She was teaching this man right now, teaching him the pleasures of her kind. He would soon be lost in it. But that would take more convincing. For now, she was content to dominate him, to make him moan before she took him away… only after he released what was so precious to her.

And he did, the man bucking sharply into her loins, a strained moan leaving his mouth as his semen filled her depths, spilling into her womb as her rippling innards milked his cock for every drop, prolonging his climax and ensuring few drops trickled past her entrance. The feeling of his seed pouring into her was too much for her as well, her body shuddering in ecstasy. She let out an alien shriek, one that made the man grimace in mild pain beneath her, fluids flooding from her sex and drowning his still ejaculating cock and groin in the juices of her lust.

Her entire body was rippling in ecstasy, shuddering from tip to toe with unbelievable intensity, until both of them finally calmed down from their orgasm. At that moment, she dropped limply atop of his body, hands supporting her, still sitting over him with his cock buried in her depths. Her breathing was heavier and more rapid than normal, but he was far more exhausted.

Of course, she wasn’t human. Her breathing normalised rapidly, and she recovered in a matter of moments, causing the defeated man to look at her in fear, a silent pleading on his face, begging her not to continue. She cocked her head and smiled deviously; there was no way she was satisfied, and no way he was properly spent… but, perhaps she should’ve toyed with him first. Played with his body, used other parts of her own, her mouth, her hands… of course, she knew just where she could take him for that sort of fun.

She lifted herself off of him, the man shuddering as his cock slid free of her pussy, drenched and filled with a cocktail of his semen and her own feminine ejaculate. It released a heady aroma that made her hiss out like a sigh, before looking at his still erect cock. It twitched, a final dribble of semen a show that he was not fully spent. But she had made her decision, untying his wrists and bringing her long tail back to her body, hovering her sharp bladed tip over her shoulder.

She then looked him in the eyes with a devious expression, momentarily forgetting that all she had externally to eyes were hollow sockets in her skull, beneath the semi-translucent dome that covered the top of her head. But she could see his expression turn despairing, a look of pleading and horror twisting his face as he realised what she was planning, his eyes snapping between her tail, and her face, seeing the sharp appendage slither its way closer.

“Please, no!” he cried. She licked her lips, and then plunged the tip of her blade into his shoulder. There was a brief look of terrible horror on his face… before confusion, and then his muscles went slack as a powerful weariness overcame him. Such a potent sedative, it worked in moments. She grinned, and pulled her tail from his body, the tip barely covered in even a drop of blood from the truly shallow penetration. There was only a small mark on his shoulder where she’d injected him, and no other signs of injury.

Now unconscious, she was free to pick the man up and sling him over her shoulder, using her tail to prop him carefully and keep him from shifting much; he was precious, after all. She then leapt up into the vents, carefully undraping him from her shoulder so she could drag his now floppy and loose body through the vent, and use her tail to carefully tow him through the ventilation ducts, until she was able to enter an area of the human colony she knew was either abandoned or roamed only by her sisters.

That made it easier to carry her catch, cradling him in her arms before marching towards one of the several locations they had penetrated the human colony from, routes that lead back to their Hive. She could follow the sweet smells of her sisters, leading her back home. She entered a room, and from there, made her way down a hole in the ground, which they had dug into from their own tunnels. There were others of course, tunnels outside that they used. But they weren’t the best for bringing humans to the hive.

Dropping down the hole, the environment changed, from manmade structure, to natural stone… to the dark resin that formed the hive of her kind. It made her feel comfortable. Home. She was home, yes, with a new catch. Dropping down vertical shafts and making sharp turns, she eventually found herself in the hive proper, many of her sisters crawling about, eying her catch with envy, licking their lips hungrily. She returned the gestures, blowing them affectionate kisses, before feeling one of her sisters gently slap her across the rump, prompting a delighted hiss from her.

She travelled deeper into her home, until she found a chamber with space for another human, many already bound in their cocoons, some awake, some not, some of the human females possessing bloated bellies. It reminded her of when she laid eggs in that one woman… it sent a shiver down her spine. And it reminded her when one of her bigger sisters pinned her down and pumped many eggs into her womb… another shiver.

Yes, she did love it when she got to experience being the prey, being so helpless as her body was used for reproduction. She squirmed so much for her big sister, and they came together so hard… perhaps, after one last foray into the human colony, she could seek out another to chase her down and dominate her… or perhaps the Queenmother would shower her with love.

Either thought delighted her, but for now, she focused on the man she had in her grasp, licking her lips as she found a space. There was already a layer of gel-like resin, ready and waiting. It just needed the human set into it, and proper resin to completely set it in place. They could produce different types of resin, for different purposes… this was to make sure they could better bind their prey in cocoons, without making it too uncomfortable for the human in question… she hissed in delight, and proceeded to place him against the squishy bed of gel-like resin.

From there, she began to cocoon him… she, like everything carnal, loved this part, letting her lips drape over his body, oozing thick, goopy and translucent fluids from her mouth like she was a slathering beast, drooling the unset resin all over his body. Her lips sensuously glided against his skin, gently kissing him as her tongue lapped and swirled over his form, spreading the thick goop and layering it evenly. She had to make it a tight fit, so it was both comfortable and sturdy… it didn’t do to have their catches in pain, or breaking free from their cocoon. No, no it didn’t. It was better when they stayed still, until they were ready.

She only wished he was awake for this part… how their faces contorted from feeling the lips of their captors tease them so luxuriously, all as they were slowly imprisoned. It sent a shiver up her spine at the thought of it. She was getting rowdy again, hungering for his lust. Her own was… insatiable, intense. She took her time, however, making sure she set the cocoon just right. It was important that she did it right, yes it was. She slipped down to his legs, using her hands, her lips and her tongue to spread the gooey substance, slowly turning black as it hardened, the surface wavy and rippled from the odd way it was layered on… only the bottom layers needed to be perfect, the rest was simply to add strength. Her tongue weaved between his toes, across the soles of his feet, ensuring no part of him was left uncovered. Soon, she was gliding back up his body, but she steered clear of his crotch, as much as she wished to taste that meat… that would come.

Her task now was to restrain him. She slid up his body, covering his chest, teasing his nipples with her tongue, despite his unconsciousness… he did flinch a few times, subconscious reactions to her touch. She grinned, and proceeded to one of his arms, placing it down near his sides, weaving her tongue around his wrist and slithering it through his fingers like she had down with his toes, making sure there was space for him to move his fingers… that helped them not go too insane, having at least something to flex.

She did the same to his other arm, coating it in a thick layer of her resin, before adding the finishing touches to his cocoon, the translucent liquid hardening and turning black. She stepped back, spitting the last of her secreted resin onto the ground, before licking her lips and ingesting the residue; it would not harden inside of her. She smiled, her prey so helplessly caught in his new cocoon… so delightful.

She shivered a little, before moving up close to him, gently running a finger up his forehead, waiting for him to awaken. In the meantime, she affectionately explored his unconscious body, what was left exposed after her efforts; his head, and his groin, the rest was sealed away within his new cocoon. His home until he came to know of the delights of her kind.

It was not long before he began to stir, groaning groggily, his slumber deep and his rest no doubt quite fulfilling. He seemed disorientated at first, looking around with half-lidded eyes… before they widened in shock, realisation setting in. His head snapped about, taking everything in until he suddenly realised she was hanging off the side of his cocoon. Horror flashed across his face, instinctively trying to pull away from her, his cocoon keeping him rooted firmly in place. The alien smiled, licking her lips and sliding her hand slowly across his resin-covered chest, twisting her hand and sliding her palm up his face until it was clutching his cheek.

He shivered fearfully, unable to muster any words as the alien drew close, licking her lips before running her tongue slowly up his face, from his jawline, all the way up to his hairline. He flinched and groaned, a shiver running through his body at the touch of her inky black tongue. She let the tip of her muscle linger to his body before pulling back, hissing in delight, following up with a devious, amused chuckle. She gently stroked the man’s cheek, before repeating the gesture, this time over the front of his face, causing him to groan in protest, meek and timid, her licks gradually closing in on his lips.

He tried to inch away, but ultimately, she stole a kiss from him, sealing her lips to his own and plunging her tongue into his mouth, the tentacle-like muscle slithering about his cavity, tasting and exploring every nook and crevice, coiling about his tongue, teasing above and below it, and filling his mouth with its length, curling about itself, the numerous folds and curves almost bulging out his cheeks and causing his eyes to roll back into his head when her tongue started slithering down his throat.

Discomfort wasn’t the main concern here, as much as the simple intensity of the kiss; humans could get used to such kisses, to an extent… which only made them more vulnerable to the full intimacy they posed. She eventually recoiled her tongue, breaking the kiss and letting him catch his breath, the man sputtering for a moment, before looking at her with a fearful expression.

“Please…” he pleaded. “Don’t… don’t do this to me, I don’t deserve this.”

She cocked her head. Of course he deserved this. He deserved all her love and lust.

She smirked, and slowly slid down his cocoon, draping her bust and body over the resin that coated him, a sensuous show of her descent until she had adopted a crouching posture, legs spread just slightly as she stood before his groin, his member on display for everyone to see… not that anyone else in the cave was able to do anything about it. They would likely see their own attendance soon enough… perhaps she would partake of them once she was done with this one. He was tugging against his bonds, but it was a hopeless effort. She liked watching them squirm in their cocoons, it was so adorable, so exciting. They were trapped, helpless, and so very vulnerable to her touch. She could’ve done anything she wanted… and she was very hungry.

The alien lapped her lips, and proceeded to give his penis a long, slow lick from tip to root. A shivering groan left him, and a small twitch coursed through his flaccid length. Heat started to pool in his cock along with the blood that had started to pump into his manhood. Each lick saw it erect a little bit faster, a little bit harder, slowly rising to meet her hungry laps. The man groaned and gasped softly with each stroke she made to his shaft.

If she had eyes, she would’ve been peering up into his own, but she could only meet him with the cold, featureless visage of the smooth dome that covered her skull, save for the vague features beneath the semi-translucent carapace. She was cold to the touch, but her efforts… that was where the liveliness was expressed. Each lick was slightly different, wiggling her tongue in a vaguely different manner, applying more pressure with the tip, and curling up into the sensitive underside of his glans, watching him grimace from trying to suppress the stimulation.

Again, he failed, his body far more receptive than his mind, and he did not have the willpower to wrest control of his body. She moved to press her lips to his length, gently suckling and kissing just below his glans, tongue wiggling to the veins that encircled his cock, gently tracing the raised, pulsing contours, before sliding her lips down to his root, gently kissing at random places, pulling back to simply let her tongue glide down his flesh at others, before she clasped her wet oral folds around his root, encircling it with her tongue, squeezing tightly with the muscle and causing him to grunt.

His expressions, she drank them in like a delight, enjoying each grimace, each gasp, each twitch of his muscles as she subjected him to her oral affection, gently pumping the root of his cock with her muscle… before her tongue slipped down further to rub around his jewels, the alien fondling the balls with her muscle whilst she continued to suckle on his root. He watched on, surprised, confused and thoroughly worried.

“W-Why are you doing this…” he asked. He’d know soon enough. He was not ready yet, though. He needed more treatment, he needed to feel her love more before he would be able to figure it out. She tightened the grip her tongue had on his balls, before she slid her own lips down to suckle the orbs into her mouth, juggling them about in her cavity with her tongue. She pressed her face to the side of his cock, gently rubbing the soft part of her cheek before reaching up with one hand to grasp his manhood, beginning to stroke it slowly.

A sigh left his mouth, his face now flushed deeply red, judging from the heat that had accumulated in his face. She smiled around his testicles, always delighting when humans found pleasure in what she did, unable to maintain the defiance or the ignorance, their resistance slowly crumbling. She suckled loudly upon his testicles, slurping loudly around his scrotum, whilst her hand gently twisted around his girth as she pumped it up and down.

She crooned in an inhuman way, sending vibrations thrumming directly into his sensitive flesh. He shivered and grimaced, looking at the alien with a pleading expression. But she wouldn’t stop, not any time soon… she was still enjoying herself, and she wouldn’t stop until she was satisfied, and he was spent… it went both ways, her own pleasure as important as his. She had to make him feel good, in more ways than one… that was the truest delight.

She watched his face twitch in pleasure, gritting his teeth as his cock throbbed from every lecherous suckle she made to his genitals, coiling her tongue tightly around his manhood. It was more than enough for him to start shuddering, precum already oozing from his tip. He wasn’t so close, but he was completely aroused now, ready to be ‘devoured’. She teased him for a little longer, slathering his balls in her saliva, watching his expressions to see how much pleasure he was feeling. The stimulation was etched across his face, his eyes half-lidded as her lips and tongue worked at his cock and balls, the throbbing in his genitals a sure sign that she was working him thoroughly.

So, she eventually popped free of his root, letting his balls slip out of her mouth with a bounce, before moving to glide her lips up his length once more, pecking him affectionately at intervals, watching how he reacted to her gentle touch until she was at his tip, her lips gently clasped around the first half of his glans. And in the next moment, her tongue began to slither past her lips, coiling around his length, from tip to root, the end of her tongue even wrapping around his testicles.

The man’s eyes widened, and he began to tug and pull against his cocoon.

“H-Hey, what’re you doing!” he exclaimed, a hot flush across his countenance. She only ‘looked’ at him, before moving to gently swirl her tongue around his tip, twisting it about as best she could, whilst beginning to gently tug and stroke his cock up and down with a lewd pumping sensation. The man began to shudder, looking away from this sight, panting as she tormented him with her tongue. But that was only the beginning, for she proceeded to drop her lips further down his length now, slowly swallowing his cock.

He yelped at the feeling of her inner mouth, something he had not encountered before, pressing to his glans — and slowly swallowing it too — just behind her lips, taking him deeper into her secondary throat, until both the rigid, slimy mandibles of her inner mouth and her soft outer lips were squeezing tightly around his root… all whilst her tongue continued to swirl and twist about his length, the muscle originating deep within her neck and head. She had great length to unfurl from the depths of her body, and it only squeezed his length more tightly between the inner walls of her secondary jaw.