Hi everyone.
This is part three of my first story on here.
Comments are really welcome, and I'd love to hear what people might want to read next, or any prompts!
Content: non-human, alien, slime, double penetration, lots of anal, alien-on-male, parasite. Stuff like that.
All characters are over 18 and consenting. Enjoy!
* * *
It had been a slow two weeks.
The articles Lira had written about the slime-like Oozeliches that populated the Northern Swamps had ranged from a recount of their - surprisingly intelligent - mating methods and sexual abilities, to more level headed accounts of their waste absorption, physical descriptions, and behaviour patterns.
She had found that, even if Lira wasn't enjoying her new avenue of work so much, the merit of her discoveries alone would be enough to keep her in the game.
Of course, there was no sense in telling anyone that the reason she knew about their ability to metabolise human waste was due to the fact that the slime that had been slipped down her throat in that last kiss from the Oozelich had had the effect of ceasing her bowel movements completely.
It also, Lira had learned, fed off her natural secretions, meaning the slippery bigger had a habit of sliding out of her, staying inside her pants, and using a mix of clitoral stimulation and slippery penetration to bring her to orgasm, drinking her cum like it was nectar, before wonderfully pushing itself back inside her plump rear.
As such, the last couple weeks consisted mostly of writing, eating, and cumming.
* * *
Lira shuddered, clutching at the sheets of her messy bed. The smell of sex hung in the air, stagnant and musky, and Lira's heavy breathing and soft moans bounced off the walls to the steady rhythm of her humping. A thick, slopping sound matched her pace as she was brought higher and higher, right to the brink.
For the third time tonight, it stopped when she was there.
Right there
.
Holding here there for a moment, until she caught her breath, and the frustration mixed with amazing anticipation set in.
Lira grinned, feeling the slug-like slime tentacle that had been left inside her drag itself along her labia, moving between her folds in a way that made her squirm. It was still embedded in her anus - a sensation that had taken a little while to get used to, but being held ever so slightly open while it jilled her to orgasm twice a day had started to grow on her.
A week or so ago, it did it for the first time, surprising her just before bed by emerging from her anus, sliding into her pussy and fucking her confused little cunt to completion. Since then, it had learned. It found her clit, and her g-spot, playing her sex like a piano until she screamed. It had gotten more frequent, too. Once a day became two; today was the first time it had happened three times.
Soon enough, however, it had realised that a hint of delayed gratification went a long way.
Now, it waited until she was on the edge, and then, backed off into a soft lapping, keeping her keyed up but allowing her to catch her breath. On the second, or third round
,
it would power through her wails,
forcing
her over. It was relentless, flicking her clit and slipping inside her to rub her g-spot until she screamed. If her flat wasn't sound-proofed as default, she figured her neighbours would have complained by now.
Since that first discovery, it had become more regular for the slippery little fucker to edge her, letting her teeter on the edge of oblivion at least once or twice before eventually giving her the most amazing orgasm going.
Is this a symbiotic relationship? Pleasure given for food/cum received?
Her clarity of thought, however, started to drift as the slime went back to work, still pulsing her gaping arsehole in little waves, enough to make her groan. It dove into her cunt, bottoming out in her and then seeping into her womb, making her shiver and bite her lip.
She turned, flipping herself over and brining her knees up so she was in her favourite position - the doggy-style pose where her first alien companion, way back when, had completely ravished her. The memory of that tentacle moving all the way through her, until it thrust from her throat and fucked her all the way through, still was enough to get her going at any time. Right now, with a sentient jelly DP-ing her, it was almost making her cum.
'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' she whimpered into her soaked bedsheets, her voice rising until it cracked, and the world cracked too.
She shuddered. Her feet waved in the air as her knees kept her upright, her holes clamping down on the slime but failing to break it like her teeth had done accidentally that one time.
Now, it held her open, both holes gaping and stretched as she came.
'FffuuuUUUUCK,' she yelled, her body dropping to the bed. She rolled again, flat on her back, and she pawed her left breast as her right hand went to her poor, abused pussy. The slime slipped against her fingers as it extracted itself from her cunt, and she held it like a dildo for a moment in her fist, until it escaped, slipping into her anus with a wet
schlorp
.
She groaned at the sensation, which reminded her of a boyfriend she'd once had who liked to continue to fuck her after they'd both came, thrusting even as he went limp inside her. Soft and slick, it disappeared into her body, deeper than she could really feel, until it was embedded inside her again, waiting to fuck her senseless whenever it got hungry.
Lira smiled at the idea of that - like she was some sex-powered vending machine for an alien blob that lived in her guts. Well, it wasn't much of an exaggeration, after all.
God, who am I turning into
, she wondered absently as her fingers poked at her still-gaping holes and her lips became a dumb smile.
'Time for food,' she decided, rolling out of bed.
* * *
On account of the various articles and anonymous writing Lira had produced between her...
indulgent
episodes with her new slimy friend, Lira had seen a significant improvement regarding her bank balance. She wasn't rich by any measure, but there was enough after only two of her engagements to take 'beans as a meal' off the table for a good while.
She decided on a steak and cheese pastry thing for lunch, having missed breakfast by a long shot, and settled into writing her next piece - a proposal for inter-species sexual exploration, depending on a list of checks in regards to safety, ability to consent, reproductive conductivity, things like that. It was in its early days, but Lira felt like what she was doing was unjustly taboo - and the government needed to accept that contact with aliens required freedom to contact all
parts
of them. She wasn't dumb though, and knew there had to be limitations and regulations put in place to stop people being eaten or melted or fucked to death. Who better to start pulling together ideas for legislation than the person who has kick-started interest in the subject through her writing?
She wanted to talk to Julian about her ideas, and about a million other things, but she was worried.
Is he going to see me completely differently now he's watched me...
She shook her head, discarding the thought. Their little last-ditch attempt to get her work had ballooned into something really exciting; he wasn't going to be judging her - he should be thanking her!
She ordered her food, wolfed it down, and made a plan for the day.
