Alien Lust Invasion Ch 01

Why is life so complicated? Why is my personality always getting in the way of what I want? Why others look at me the way they do? Thousands whys. Questions with no simple answers at hand.  Should it be like this, when you turn 20? Probably yes. These and other thoughts were flowing through Mark's mind. He was just returning from his girlfriend's house, well, her mother's. Sarah was a sweet beautiful girl, but very strict with intimacies.

They met at the high school and after some awkward first talks and hanging around for better part of the first semester, she asked him on a date. Yes, she asked him, not the other way around. Mark was not very popular, he was a classic nerd with his hobbies, that mostly consisted of books, movies and video games.  He was intelligent though and his grades showed a great university potential. He was not sure, what Sarah sees in him, but was happy to finally have a girlfriend like everybody else.

Well, it turned out, he doesn't. Or at least it felt like all other girls are all touchy and way more adventurous according to stories other guys boasted. He got his first kiss after half a year of dating this good looking, but otherwise little bit cold girl. And besides few timid touches, they haven't moved much further since. Mark even started to think, he is getting more attention from Sarah's mother Michelle, who teased him and flirted with him (or he suspected that, might have been the hormones). And so today he was once again returning home with just a kiss and empty promises, that could not sate his growing hunger. Mark was not sure, what to do. He didn't like the way things were, but he was not going to leave the only girl, that was talking to him and obviously liking him. Thank god there was porn on the web! Only thinking of rubbing one after he comes home made him feel more relaxed already. But this time, it all was supposed to happen differently.

As he neared his home, Mark found himself drawn to the desolate park, clawing at the oppressive darkness, like an insatiable parasite. The trees whispered secrets in the wind, enticing him with promises of the unknown. An obscure street corner led him to the shaded playground, casting elongated silhouettes of rusted swings and skeletal monkey bars across the cracked asphalt.

The only light came from the moon--a waxing crescent, shyly hiding behind the clouds--bathed the park in a somber glow. What am I doing here? Mark asked himself, wondering, why he made this unusual stop.

A faint hum of insects created a sensual symphony, punctuated by the scampering of a small creature and the rustle of leaves. Mark ventured further, guided by a primal curiosity, his breath shallow and irregular. Something is amiss.

As he approached the playground set, his gaze fell upon a peculiar, alien-looking worm at the base of the monkey bars. Its sinuous form glistened, radiating an otherworldly aura, the length of a man's forearm, and as thick as an infant's wrist. Mark's mind was always filled with curiosity and he was unable to resist the pull to explore and observe this unknown creature.

Pulsating with a soft, undulating light, it seemed virtually hypnotic, as if it sought to lure Mark to its eldritch embrace. The surface of the worm flickered, emitting waves of a pungent, musky scent that invaded Mark's nostrils with unsettling intimacy. His heart raced, adrenaline flooding through his veins, as his body fell prey to the influence of the alien organism.

Unable to resist the whispering command, Mark extended a shaky hand, reaching hesitantly for the slimy, wet flesh.

The texture felt alien; gelatinous, with a strangely warm, clammy sensation that caused his pulse to quicken. As if bitten by a venomous snake, his senses reeled with intense pleasure, as a deep internal tremor made his knees fail him.

"Oh, shit," he groaned opaquely, sinking to the ground, his eyes never straying from the sinuous creature that started to control him mercilessly. More and more of it's influence poured over Mark's receptive mind. With expert precision, the alien worm reached out through his senses, commanding his actions as it pleasured him.

It inched slowly up his arm to his neck, leaving a trail of slime in its wake. With each touch, each glide and slide against his warm flesh, he became more powerless to resist, mewling softly as his breath quickened, senses overwhelmed.

"Jesus Christ!" Mark cried, his head falling back, as he surrendered to a pleasure so intense, he could barely comprehend it. The worm continued upward, circling around his chin and his lips, Mark opened wide, unknowingly inviting the alien creature into his awaiting mouth. It poured some strange essence inside his mouth and he swallowed, convulsing as the creature's fluids gripped him from within.

"Mother have mercy, I-I'm gonna cum!" Mark stammered, his fingers desperately gripping the grass beneath him. It had been a while since he felt this level of pleasure -- he couldn't even remember the last time.

Mark was no stranger to fantasizing about strange alien creatures, and this newfound, hands-on experience only sent his lust spiraling. He was feeling powerless and it scared him, but at the very same time it turned him on and he was too weak to resist the mounting wave of lustful sensations.

With desperate hands, he stroked himself as the worm-creature continued to pump its essence into his body.

The obscene, otherworldly substance surged through his veins with a demanding, seductive pull. It grew hotter within him, forcing his hips to buck, breath hitching in the dark as his orgasm consumed him.

"Oh god, this feels so.... good!," he hissed, liquid heat spilling through his fingers, pumping in tandem with the hypnotic rhythm of the worm. The worm turned its attention to his actions- his stroking of his cock.

A weak, shameful part of him was embarrassed, having been caught in a vulnerable moment of self-indulgence. But the creature pressed on, seemingly excited. It writhed in circles around his lips and tongue, its visceral response as unmistakable as a human's.

Compelled by the overwhelming desire to serve the strange organism, Mark wrapped his lips around it- exploring its slick, glossy exterior, savoring its earthy aroma. The more of it he tasted, the more its essence took him over. Suddenly a new voice echoed in his mind.

So soft, yet so demanding, that Mark could barely distinguish it as different from his own thoughts. Only that it was a female voice. Seductive and full of dark promises. Am I really ready for such darkness to invade my life? A faint voice of his disappearing self-awareness tried to stop him. It was not very successful against the frontal heavy assault on his raging and overlooked libido. The voice kept promising a lot of naughty, kinky experiences, he not even dared to dream of.

But, there was something oddly unfamiliar about it--commanding yet erotic, a seductive purr that threatened Mark's sanity and shook his very core.

"Yes," she whispered, trailing a slender, ethereal finger over his cheek. "Keep going."

An out-of-body experience? Or, was this its power--possessing his body, altering his mind, altering his perception?

A dark hunger stirred within Mark--an insatiable, desperate craving for physical connection.

"What is this rod, my dear? Are humans using it for reproduction?" the voice continued.

"I crave more. I need more. Sate me, my curiosity and my lust both!"

A chilling shiver tingled down Mark's spine, as the alien's hold on reality stretched impossibly thin. Raw, rapacious lust flooded him, erasing every last fragment of self-control.

"Whatever you desire," he heard himself respond, obeying the seductive power of the creature's influence. Instead of fear, arousal surged through him with reckless abandon.

His breaths turned feral, matching the rhythmic pulses of an alien entity--the worm--that now controlled him.

"Yes, madam, you're right - it is for reproduction," Mark replied to the female voice echoing in his mind, his gaze unflinchingly locked onto the serpentine creature. "This is a penis, used for sex and reproduction within my species. It should enter woman's body and deliver the seed for impregnation."

He slowed his strokes, caressing himself, savoring the black hunger--a sublime, voracious lust in the pit of his stomach.

The worm writhed and slid from his mouth to his groin.

It circled around his cock, cool and viscous, providing a confusing, yet exhilarating sensation.

Mark watched, half-mesmerized, as his hand strayed, reaching between his legs to touch--no, to feel the divine wetness where the creature coiled.

"Unh," he groaned, his body tensing, rippling with ecstasy, as he drew back his foreskin, letting the thing's slippery sinuosity explore sensitive skin.

Its exploration was unrelenting, merciless, even, as it slid over his glans, painting his cock--already sensitive, painfully engorged from its influence--with alien lubriciousness.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, holy fuck. This is... too much!"

His words tumbled, falling into a chaotic pattern, consumed to the point of oblivion, torn between the maddening sensation coiling around his cock and its strange emissions.

And just then, the whispering voice returned, strumming the last, delicate strings of his crumbling sanity.

"Aaaah, yes, darling. Just like that," it crooned, sending another jolt of delight spine-ward. "Caress your cock for me."

It was wrong--so step-by-step perverse--to be aroused by an alien being's command. Yet, Mark could not resist the maddening urge to pleasure himself in compliance with the seductive voice. The night air was cool against his clammy skin, contrasting sharply with the infernal heat of his pulsating shaft.

The alien worm, slick with his pre-cum, slid effortlessly across his flesh, leaving a trail of obscene delight in its wake.

"Oh, that's it, darling. You're such a good boy, doing as you're told," the voice in his head murmured, a resounding echo that reverberated in his every fiber.

Mark felt a twinge of bewilderment, a faint sense of having lost control just beyond his reach.

But the obscene pleasure fueling his body rendered any capacity for contemplation redundant.

His hips rose and fell, drawn in lust-drenched accord with the alien worm's rhythm, the creature's glimmering form growing ever more radiant. With a fevered whisper, it seemed to encourage his ascent further into ecstasy.

"Good, my love. Let go. Abandon yourself," the entity's siren voice coaxed, as if seeking to remove any lingering doubt within Mark's psyche.

Heedless of the consequences, Mark succumbed--obediently, eagerly--his hips thrusting and gyrating to the blasphemous rhythm dictated by the alien creature. Every nerve ending, every sinew, experienced such unadulterated bliss, the thought of resisting had deserted him.

With every upward movement of his trembling body, the otherworldly worm's girthy form rolled, dipped, and curved to match.

Synced with the heated pulsations radiating from the alien creature, Mark felt consumed by a fathomless hunger gnawing at what remained of his sanity.

"I feel so filthy," he whispered, his voice deep and crackling. "You want me to put it inside of you, don't you?"

Mark growled, giving in to the creature's orders. The alien-like worm's hold on him was too strong, and he no longer cared to regain control.

He staggered to his feet, dragging the trembling length along his sensitive skin, his hand fisted around his faltering erection. He stumbled towards the twisted monkey bars, eyes scanning the vague shadowy corners for any chance at fulfilling his newfound wants. He needed to fuck something or someone.

"Please," he begged, voice cracking, throwing filthy suggestions into the air that made the worm-creature pulse with excited energy. She knew, she is affecting him in the right ways, yet she was surprised how easy it was.

The alien pathogen turned him sexually addicted, directed him to her agenda, and whipped him into a wild frenzy that gave her exactly what she needed.

"More," he demanded, leaning against the cold metal bars, fisting his drooling cock, still beaded with the alien slime. "Give me more of that stuff. I need to stick my cock into something, now!"

But the worm queen had another plans. She commanded him to keep jerking off, while she started to telepathically searching his mind and memories for the most naughty females to transmit into his brain.

She reveled in the tsunami of filthy ideas flooding her consciousness, layers of desires etched in his humanity. She narrowed down her choices to three and started to showcase them in the forefront of Mark's thoughts.

These chosen women, from different corners in Mark's past, were blissfully unaware of their starring role in this illicit show or the opulent reward awaiting them. The worm queen's method was to draw forth the most depraved aspects in people, then amplify them tenfold. By Mark's reaction it was clear, that he had a thing for older, more or less ugly, fat mature women. Maybe he did not even realized that till now. No matter, now the worm was projecting them straight into his brain in a very specific and lustful ways. His cock swelled and she knew, it is high time for her to taste him through it.

The worm-creature's slick form snaked and coiled around his shaft with a wet, sinuous tide as it massaged feverishly, dubbing the guttural moans that escaped Mark's lips in the moonlit darkness.

The alien entity's body temperature rose, creating a sultry, carnal heat. Her intelligence had control over his body like a marionette, each seductive move instinctive to her touch. The worm queen transformed her body according his memories and a pulsating slimy pussy appeared on her insectoid body.

She teased his erect cock, urging him further into the forbidden realms of pleasure.

"Think about them, now, my sweet human, " she hissed, snaking her body closer and slathering his thick shaft in a fresh coat of alien lubriciousness.

"Unh! Think about them?" Mark panted, fighting to keep his libido from completely unraveling. Those memories would soon bloom into vivid images--images containing her, her power, and the women from his past.

They would sprout in his consciousness like supple, sensual vines, leaves glistening with a dense, oily sweat as they intertwined and wound around one another, a mapping of his most forbidden desires brought to life.

Mark's body tensed as the worm queen's alien body slithered up his with the grace and face of three phantasmagoric co-conspirators. Each former companion whose essence and physique now tainted the form of this unholy, interdimensional dichotomy.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched himself penetrate them all--at once. Swirling, writhing, the conglomerate of forbidden pleasures bent him over and lowered itself onto him.

A guttural groan was ripped from his lungs, reverberating in the darkness enveloping them, as he felt his cock swallowed whole, the greedy warmth splaying his salacious needs wider, granting entrance to their primal desires. In reality it was the Worm Queen who slid her newly formed vagina onto his waiting and throbbing cock.

"Oh, fuck, you girls are so goddamn tight and sloppy at the same time," Mark muttered raggedly, struggling to believe the incredible assault of sensation he was drowning in. His cock was slowly sucked whole into the alien body.

The worm queen bent and twisted, caressing his body in every way possible, making the illusional women in his mind do lewd and naughty things to Mark.

Each thrust of her alien form into his, felt like the filthy sluts in his head were doing their best to drain him dry, feeling every inch of him from base to tip.

"Feels so insanely good. I can't take it," Mark hissed through gritted teeth. His voice, rough and pleading, shook in the cool night air. The alien form connected to him brought pleasure beyond any comparison; a wholly unique delight that only the worm queen could deliver.

Under the spell of the creature, Mark felt delirious with passionate need, his pulse thrashing in his veins. In his mind, he was just pounding his high-school fat teacher, Grace, while similarly built friend of his mother, Cynthia, hold his hands down, kissing him and the mother of his girlfriend - Michelle - was licking his neck and ears. All the while in reality his cock was sliding in and out of a disgusting worm alien. Mark was ready to let go, to splurt his load inside.

And that was exactly what the creature craved.

As if influenced by a preternatural psychic link, the worm queen increased her pace, ravishing Mark's flesh with an escalating intensity. Her visage flickered, shifting through the various faces of the women from Mark's thoughts, caressing him with maddening erotic addiction.

Her slimy body twisted and writhed, the alien sludge enveloped his cock and started to pulse and writhe..

She shifted her position, mercilessly grinding the wet, slick folds of the alien organism over his throbbing-hot head. With the full force of her raw, uninhibited lust, she began to ride him- and every tortured moment felt like pure, succulent bliss.

A torrent of incoherent phrases escaped his lips as his swollen head fought against the twin pressure of his concrete balls and the grossly arousing tightness consuming his saber-like cock.

The slithering monster above him intoxicated Mark's senses, drawing him deeper into the hidden well of sin. Biting his lips, he tasted irony rivers of his own blood.

Each stroke drove him to the brink of madness, fueled by an alien, internal rhythm--a maddening cacophony the worm queen orchestrated, desire by delicious desire.

"What do you think, my dirty, slutty little Mark?" she uttered, the voice sultry and thick, as if juggling a symphony of profane longings inside her mouth. She was gaining more and more knowledge from his mind, not only about him, but his world too.

She started to orchestrate sinister plot that will turn this world into her playground, fucking all the women Mark had ever desired and more.

As if driven by some dark force, Mark reached up and clutched the handlebars, his back arching in a wicked bow as she pirouetted upon him in a frenzy--her depravity nearing a boil that threatened to scald him and his sanity.

Her slick, insectile body gripped him like a vice, the alien lubriciousness coating him with a chill that filled every crevice of his reeling mind.

In that moment of ecstasy, the slimy guise of those lustful specters he craved cascaded from the worm queen, eclipsing the familiar moonlit landscape in a storm of lurid delight.

Grace, Cynthia, and Michelle. Each one embodied, embraced, and personified the most secretive, perverse yearnings hidden deep inside Mark's soul. The leftovers of his sanity helped him realized the secret desires he hold for each of them. It scared him, yet he was beyond stopping.

The worm queens' visage fused with theirs, imbuing them with its bestial nature. Like dogs in heat, these lust-riddled imaginary women ravaged Mark's body, humping and crushing against one another, vying for prime access to their target's most sensitive flesh.

In the silvery moon's embrace, the twisted metal and rusted chains of the worn-down playground bore silent witness to his debauchery--a perverse writhing of a young man under the constant slimy pulses of an alien worm pulling his cock deeper in, causing moans and begging for more. Any witness would consider it weird, unnatural, not knowing what drama played out inside Mark's head.

The worm queen snaked around Mark's swollen organs, massaging with a veritable storm of passion. Each pulse sent waves of shivering sensation through his nerves; exploding in the depths of his loins like distant fireworks. The Queen had clear intentions, she needed his seed, to analyze it, to find out whether he is fertile enough to crossbreed with her. It would be shame if such great exemplar of this species, with such a good response to her musk and presence would be useless for her plans with the mankind and this planet.