When the alien reached her most intimate of places, Cat let out a yelp and instinctively slapped her hands at the creature, as if to shield herself from it even though it had already reached its destination. She fought with it for a moment, but soon the pleasure of having it there overtook the fear she had been experiencing. Biting her plump lower lip, Cat began to doubt what she was feeling, but soon found herself massaging the alien into herself. It was so delicate, subtle, in its motions, managing to tickle every nerve in a new pattern. Her mind was going wild and finally she gave in to the sexual advance.
The symbiote had never had this flavor of desire before, this sexual heat that was radiating at her core. It began to explore further, tasting her juices as they collected on her inner walls. It was far more powerful than the desire for power, to kill, and much more satisfying. It had to have more! As she grew in want, it grew in strength, and its form began to expand, both inside and outside of her. It was stretching over her flesh, dripping down her long, toned, legs and around her plump ass.
Cat moaned deep and feel back against a nearby wall. Reaching down, she helped off the rest of her suit, kicking the old suit away as she began to accept the new one. As it worked on her, she could feel herself connecting with it. She knew what it wanted, how it could help her, how it would empower her to get the things, and people, she wanted. Her fingers pushed into herself, driving the symbiote in further, and coating her walls in the alien. Hands drifted away and rose up on her body, leaving droplets of the creature along her stomach to expand on her their own. She cupped her large tits, moving the symbiote on her hand over her globes and feeling her knees go weak as she felt it on her sensitive nipples. Once her breasts were lathered up in the creature, she moved her digits to her mouth, running the ink over her lips and licking it off her fingers. It tasted like desire itself.
Their minds nearly in sync, the symbiote read her desires like a book and reacted accordingly. Even after her hands left her full breasts, it felt like they were still there. It massaged her flesh like her hands had been, pinched her nipples and constricted so it could squeeze them, lifting them and letting them drop back down under their own heavy weight. It appeared as if her boobs were moving of their own free will. While inside of her, it no longer acted like a lapping river, and now took the shape of a lover's member, stretching her out and filling her up. It pulsated, growing and shrinking inside of her to mimic the act of a cock fucking her silly. Even her ass was accommodated, letting her feel like she was being taken on by two men at once.
She had no name to scream, no words to use to describe what she was feeling – all she could do was scream and moan. She even began to drool as she sucked on her fingers, tasting the symbiote and trying to give it as much pleasure it was giving her. She soon realized, however, that everything she felt – it felt. Cat began to grind back into the wall, turned to press her breasts into the brick and thrust her ass out into the air. Falling to her knees, she found herself writhing on the ground, trying to grip onto something to keep herself from falling into the sky. She had lost count long ago of how many orgasms she had reached. It seemed that with each one the symbiote drank up her juices and wanted more so it pushed even harder – and her body was more than willing to accommodate.
Her body was mortal, however, and it had its limits. Thankfully, the symbiote understood this and slowed down when it needed to. Cat was panting for awhile, trying to catch her breath and come back down to earth. The creature was still moving, always moving, over her flesh – but so slowly it couldn't be seen, only felt. Purring, Cat stroked her body, petting the symbiote for a job well done. Both now understood each other and knew they were going to get along famously.
