CW: non-human; alien; lesbian; transformation; body modification; threesome; group sex; tentacles; all the way through; knotting; werewolf
'I'm pretty sure that's not how the human body works,' I said, as Renee and Vi lay on the bed before me.
The Sunday sun had waned, and we were several hours now into our newfound three-some. Vi, all hair dye and piercings and confidence and dominance, was on her back, looking up at me, the slick of my cum still on her lips. Renee, Vi's American ex-girlfriend, who was typically so strong and toned and cheery, was worn out, trembling as she rested against the backboard of our bed, panting a little.
'Plus - you guys look like you could use a rest.'
'Look,' Renee said, voice croaking a little. 'I don't know exactly
how
this is happening, and I'm still in two minds as to whether I believe your alien story, but I know what I feel. And, what I've felt has been back-to-back orgasms from the
weirdest
sex ever. I don't know if you're telling the truth, or if I'm high, or mentally ill, or
what
, but... I want to try it.'
'There's literally no other situation where people can even
try
this,' Vi said, brushing my thigh with the back of her hand. 'Ellie - if you hurt us, we'll say. But... I mean, we
have
to try it, right?'
They were like puppies, begging for a treat. Sex-addled and cum-drunk, and
really really
hot.
Fuck, I couldn't say no to them, even if I doubted the physical reality of what they were asking.
'Fine. How do you want it - fingers? Tongue?'
'Cock,' Vi and Renee said together.
'But, like, you know,' Vi said, a little sheepish. '
Alien
.'
'I thought it was already an alien?' Renee said.
'Yeah, but Ellie can make it
look
alien, instead of just a normal cock.'
They looked at me, eyes wide. Anticipatory.
I sighed, and stood. 'Kneel on the bed,' I told them. They obeyed, and a flush of dominance ran through me - I couldn't deny it, it was hot as fuck to have this power over them. They would do anything for me, to know that I would pleasure them the way they want.
I thought back to the folder and folders of hentai and weird porn Vi had, conjuring a mix of inspirations into my mind, and without me having to say
anything
, the Flesh did as it was told.
'How do you want to be...
connected
? I asked, looking at them. Renee, for what it was worth, seemed to be as much of a freak as Vi, and I wondered what it was that had stopped them going further than one night back when they'd first met. Maybe one scared the other off? It didn't matter now - Renee was hot, she was willing, and she had the most intense fuck-me eyes I'd ever seen. 'Mouth-to-mouth, arse-to-arse, or sixty-nine?' I asked.
They looked at eachother. 'I think mouth to mouth?' Vi said, a little tremble in her voice.
I smiled. 'Then face each other, and
kiss
,' I ordered them. I felt a new pang of satisfaction go through me as they obeyed, leaning in. Renee pushed Vi's sweaty, dyed hair from her face, and leaned in. I saw their tongues meet first, the softest whimper escaping them both as their pis found each other.
'Vi, baby,' I said, stroking her arm a little. 'I'm going to start with you.'
She nodded, as her hands found Renee's naked back, stroking the Amercian's toned muscles.
From my pelvis hung a cock thick and horse-like, still wet with Vi and Renee's mixed juices from the frankly
mind blowing
double-blowjob they had treated me to. I was almost sorry to see it gone, but Vi was my muse, and she wanted a bit of
alien
.
Between my thighs shifted a new form, the amalgamation of sci-fi horror and tentacle hentai, slithering from me in a roughly cock-sized fashion. It was wet, and coloured a bright alien green with dark, raised splotches over it that worked like ribbing on a dildo; small tendrils poked out at uneven intervals, inch-long and thin, just for that
extra
bit of sensation.
With my mind, I had the Flesh slither it over to Vi. I barely had to
think
orders anymore - if I willed it, it happened. It was a bit scary, actually, the way that it had integrated itself into me. But, just as much, it felt like power. I was able to do so
many
things now, and my biggest impulse was just to use it to make Vi feel as good as possible.
And I fucking
loved
it.
The alien tentacle grew from my pelvis, like a cock that had been infested by inhuman will, snaked towards her legs, and I had the tentacle col around her thigh, letting her know
exactly
what was going on.
Vi whimpered, and looked down, but Renee stopped her. She held the kiss, their mouths sloppy and their moans lurid.
I made sure the tentacle was positively
dripping
with lube, and pushed upwards, sliding between Vi's lips, making her quiver and groan into Renee's mouth, before the pointed tip found its destination.
Vi's puckered hole twitched as the tentacle poked forwards; this hole of hers was less experienced, but I knew she enjoyed the way it felt to have her body invaded by tongues and fingers here. But this was going to be...
different
. I wanted to stretch her. To challenge her.
To make her feel something nobody on Earth had felt before.
I pushed forwards, breaking the seal of Vi's tightest hole, making her grunt into Renee's kiss, as I breached her. I went slow, to start, letting the slick juices of the Flesh seep into her, lubricating her insides as I moved in. In a moment of inspiration, I decided to do what I'd seen a creature do in one of her lewd comics; I had the Flesh spray a warm influx of lubrication,
just
thick enough to feel, to her, like a
lovely
cumshot. What I was really doing was getting a nice amount of lube into her body so that, as I went deeper and deeper, my journey would be well-received.
'
Fffffuck
,' Vi moaned as I shot hot juices into her, before pushing forwards. 'Oh,
FUCK
, Ellie,' she moaned into Renee's mouth, both of them holding on for dear life. She was already close - but I had only just gotten started.
I had to trust the Flesh, somewhat - I knew that
it
knew the inside of the female form intimately, in ways I never could.
Fuck yourself deeper into her, until she can't feel it any more. Make yourself known through her system, make her feel full, but not sick. Then, when you're at her throat, make yourself thick enough to feel like a cock, fucking it's way out of her
.
This was a new kind of instruction; not a direct action, and it had to be done over a period of time. This was a bit of an experiment, but as I left the Flesh to do as it had been told, it seemed to be working.
'Tell me,' I told Vi. 'Tell