More Than a Hooup

This is a fic that about how Ketna, a human woman, and Vazaroust an alien man first 'meet' it features consensual non-con roleplay.

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The whole situation was awkward enough, but it was hard to tell what was moreso: Your roommate having heard every time you masturbated in your own room, or that same roommate setting up your hookups to assist in making those situations.. less frequent.

When you live your life as a fairly notable masked space vigilante, it becomes much harder to find casual hookups. While there's always the fallback of the secret identity, there's always the risk of that being compromised. Also being particularly neurotic about the secrecy of that civilian identity doesn't make it any easier. Even with that aside, you can't very well bring people home when your home is also your base of operations.

It's not that she didn't want to have sex, it was that having sex with another living being posed certain risks and complications, such as everything about her identity. Sure she had numerous pseudonyms and fake accounts, but attaching something so personal to it was a risk she wasn't exactly fond of taking. And then there was that whole intimacy thing she was still not sure how she felt about. But with someone else to manage the account, not to mention the encounters themselves, it was something she started to entertain.

Munin however, her robotic roommate, was offering to be the liaison between Ketna and her hookups. He would field, screen, hire and pay, and she could get laid with a significant layer of anonymity. It was the first time she had ever considered a genuine, anonymous hookup, and for the first time it sounded like something that might end up having a favorable outcome, and all the more tempting it made it. It had been on her mind some time, until she could no longer forget about it, so she relented and permitted Munin to set up the first session.

She created the scenario herself, even set up the props and hardware for it. The 'prompt' was thus: she would be laid prone, trapped in a 'failed' power armor, causing the joints to be locked in place, preventing her movement Whomever she had hired for the day, could play the part of taking advantage of her prone state. Whether or not they specifically role play the scenario would be up to them. Her hire would be given a list of preferences and things to avoid so nothing unwanted would happen while restrained. All the while, Munin would be monitoring the situation, just in case anything went wrong. The process of planning and everything leading up was rather exciting, since whom she would be screwed by was to kept anonymous even from her, the element of the unknown made it better.

Even with that anticipation, when the arranged date and time came and she found herself settling into the armor unit she designed specifically for this sexual scenario, the oddity of it all began to sink in. Who even had their first time like this? Surely she wasn't alone in this. Laying prone, legs already accessible and spread encased in the thick armor shell, that was really weird, wasn't it? But it really wasn't that bad, was it? This was, of course, ultimately safer than anything personable or intimate.

Laying there, senses partially obscured, alone and quiet, this was all making her think too much. Even as her own nervousness tugged at her, the anticipation and the unknown were arousing. She couldn't help but drift off in anxious fantasy as to what she might expect, when the sound of the door being opened reclaimed her attention.

There was clicking, it didn't seem like any device, was it coming from him? Something insectoid, or a tic maybe? After a few seconds he began to walk in. His footfalls were strong and heavy, giving an indication for his size. He was either very dense or just generally large to some degree. Bipedal, relaxed and casual in his movements- why was she analyzing this so intently?

"What have we here?"

His voice was singsong and charming, a nice middle tone, not a booming voice like she might have been expecting. Even as pleasant as it was, she found herself tensing up, nervous at her prone state despite knowing very well why she was like this and what he was here for. It was still difficult to allow herself the setting in the first place, but that's also what the lock suit was for.

She heard him walk up very close, and then around, the clicking sound following his movements. Then a hand grabbed the leg of the suit, shaking it and the suit along with it. It remained in place, as expected.

"Really, now, are you in lockdown," the hand left the leg, she heard him move from her side to her legs "how very unfortunate for you."

"I could help you get back on your feet.. however.." he grabbed the literal foot of the suit. "I don't think I want to. It's a rare opportunity to have a nuisance like yourself in such a compromised state."

Hearing the threat spoken to her by someone else gave her chills, while also feeling tense and anxious. Even knowing this was all plotted by her own preferences, his words hit awfully close to how she expected to be treated we're such a predicament to actually happened. Whomever this was he was hitting his marks far too well, for the moment at least. Or maybe she was just tense.

"Now let's see what we can do about this" his hand traveled down the leg and rested on the crotch panel. He *knocked* on it, before exploring the surrounding area for a release. Which of course, was easy enough to access being the fucksuit the armor was.

Playing her own part, she began to strain and struggle at the joints, which only gave little distress but didn't budge. The panel was popped off, leaving her partially exposed crotch open to him. Even though she had been expecting it, the first touch came as a surprise. She jerked back instinctively, not that the suit gave any give to do so, but it did yank enough to be noticeable.

"Oh now don't be like that," His large fingers traced over the thin material left protecting her. "you might even like it.

She felt pressure against her loins, as fingers felt the outside of her lips, sweeping up and down. It was more like a gentle petting, which was more pleasant than explicitly arousing. Contact subsided only for a moment, and when it returned, she could feel what she suspected to be both hands, unless he had two thumbs.

Thumbs massaged the lips, rubbing up and down, only along the outside, from the top of the mons, all the way down. He did this a few more times before one thumb finally wedged itself between her lips. Even knowing what was about to happen, the whole experience of having someone else's hands handle her like this was still a bit of a shock, not in a bad way. But she did attempt to recoil again as he did so.

His hands stopped, his thumb resting between the lips just where her entrance was. Just a few seconds of motionlessness, when he moved, it was the thumb sweeping back and forth gently, then in circles pressing in deeper as he did so. His other hand began to move as well, but rather than directly teasing, he was rubbing what access he had to the top of her hips, small motions as though he were attempting to comfort her while his thumb applied more pressure. The combination was both pleasant and terribly arousing as was becoming very easy to tell.

"Is this really so bad?" the thumb at her entrance pushed in more firmly, till it was barely at the breech, still circling about. His other hand stopped with the gentle petting, apply pressure to the mons, it's own thumb feeling about. He must have had some intimate knowledge of humans before hand as he seemed to know exactly what he was feeling for, as she felt him slowing at the root of her clit pressing in and downward.

Greater pressure was applied to the base of her clit, thumb rocking back and forth as he did so. The thumb at her entrance stretched the fabric guarding her taught, keeping it firm against her but without complete penetration. These actions alone felt more intense than she could have imagined, that building up already taking place.

"Time I started breaking you in" The ministration against her mons became more aggressive. That incredible, tense pleasure was already ramping up, amplified by how he spoke to her and knowledge he knew he could get her off this way and had every intention of doing so. At some point in all this her nervousness had begun to evaporate, she wanted him to get her off, she needed it. No one else was here, he didn't know her, no one would she was willfully giving in.

The first orgasm wracked her body, the first one at the hand of someone else and he hadn't even taken completely direct contact yet. It was familiar but in some way, better, as unlike with just herself, he didn't grow weak and lose his grip. His hands remained firm and steady, letting her body ride out the ride out the surges of pleasure in a way she was incapable of doing before now.

"If that's really all it takes.."

Hands withdrew with her last few shudders. Even as everything began to slow, hearing him like this made her feel chills again. While the comfortable afterglow began to fade, idle thoughts began to surface, how much was he actually going to do, anyway? Something cut away at the remaining fabric that guarded her, for what little it did, leaving her feeling cold and even more exposed than before.

His thumb gently played with her entrance again, now slick from her climax. Sweeping around in circles, it was a nice sensation, pleasant after the strength of the first climax. That is, until it swept upward, applying the newly slicken digit to her exposed clit. The direct contact to such an already over-sensitive point made her lurch in place, the gears joints groaned at the strain of her sudden attempt to get out of place but she was held fast and the contact remained. Electric fire of pleasure surged through her from that single point as he circled the nub, still alight from before.

"Oh I'm certain you can handle a lot more stimulation" he continued the gentle circling of her clit while he penetrated her for the first time with a single digit. Even without moving it inside her, just the sensation of the penetration itself elevated the overwhelming pleasure she was being subjected to. Unable to move from the contact, all she could do was shudder in place as the next orgasm wracked her body. "That's it, very good." The digit against her clit finally paused, but held in place while she rode it out.

It was so unlike the first climax, it was powerful and intense, forced to feel in ways she had wanted but had been unsure and incapable of bringing upon herself on her own. It felt like it lasted so much longer than the last climax, mind and body lost in everything happening, even if it was so simple. As it finally started to fade, it felt so much harder to start processing again, unlike the first climax.

All at once the hands left her, the lack of warmth against her was almost at jarring as the first touch. Being left there made her slowly sobering mind vigilant to his sounds again. But as soon as she attempted to focus distraction returned in the form of fingers pressed firmly at her lips. They didn't remain stationary, she felt them spreading her lips wide, followed by 2 large fingers pressing past her entrance. There was practically no friction due to her previous orgasms, but there was certainly pressure. Just two and it already felt this snug, how much more was there going to be? There was no real warm up this time, already feeling around inside her. She couldn't help but shudder as they rubbed against the rough patch he had been searching for, she heard him chuckled when she did, but withdrew shortly thereafter.

She could hear shifting, movement, he was preparing something. When she felt thumbs gripping and stretching her lips, she prepared for penetration to follow. Hot warm breath against her still didn't prepare her for the warm, wet sensation that followed. Soft and pleasant, more like a comfort, for the moment. After the initial broad stroke, it swirled about her entrance, teasing her before she felt it make its way inside. Soft inside as it was out, it was a welcome change to the roughness a few moments ago. She felt it test inside, pressing upward against her, enough to tease but not enough to rouse. The pressure eased up and the tongue withdrew from her, but didn't quite leave, he was back to treating her from the outside, for the moment. His mouth was still close though not in contact, but fingers began to pry again.

First massaging the from the lips to the mons before resting in place on the mons. A thumb took hold just above, pulling back skin, exposing her apex as that warm mouth enveloped it. Even with the short break she was still on a sensitive high she couldn't help but gasp as she felt the tongue tip first gently caress the sensitive nub. While settling against her clit, fingers penetrated her again, two rubbing upward until they hit that sensitive point.

Her orgasm came hard and he didn't stop, gently sucking her clit to keep her going. Unable to prevent it all she could do is writhe with what space she had in her bind. Up until this point all she had really done was gasp and breath heavily but now whines and moans were audible underneath the steel helmet. The warmth parted from her clit, only for a moment as the broad tongue lapped between her folds, taking in her fluids before returning to her clit.

The gentle caress of the tongue against the sensitive nub with the return of the inescapable suction set her off again. Unable to think straight, lost between reality and the overwhelming orgasm that shot through her wanting it to both stop and continue on forever at the same time. The joints of the suit strained at her aggressive attempts to flail away but held her in place, but the sound of metal creaking was easily drown out by desperate non-verbal vocalizations she had been making, even behind the steel helm. She was lost to the electric white fire for as long as her assailant wanted her to be.

She didn't know when it had stopped, but eventually it had. The stimulation had slowed down, allowing her to catch her breath. He withdrew slowly, but left a hand cupping her loins. It wasn't attempting to stimulate her, it simply rested there, covering her completely while her body still gave residual shivers. Interestingly enough, it was almost grounding, helping her regain sense of what was happening, and she wasn't entirely sure if that was intentional or not.

"As entertaining as this is, I can't say I'm exactly sated" he spoke but she could barely make sense of anything he said, the whole event left her scrambled and disoriented. The hand leaving her crotch however, was very noticeable, leaving it vulnerable to the cold air.

"I hope I can get the same response when I'm inside you" Her assailant shifted his position once more, taking hold of her legs. Something very different was being ground against her nethers, it wasn't soft, or anything typically fleshy, was it -

A slow, singular thrust and she was invaded, she couldn't help but gasp as it happened, and it wasn't even completely in all the way. To be fair she could hardly tell how deep it was in the state she was in, but it was certainly wider than the 2 fingers in her earlier.

"Mmm damn you're tight," He seemed to hum, like a purr while edging his full length into her.

Though he still hadn't finished inserting himself in her, the ribbed top of his cock was rubbing firmly against the delicate walls inside and that alone causing a rise in her, again, before any real friction had started. Just the pressure from the slow, careful penetration inside her made her feel close to climax.

Then, she felt it, her assailant's dick edging against her cervix, followed by sensation of the flesh of his pelvis contacted her own, hilting her completely. She heard him exhale, but he no longer moved, just stood steady, holding himself inside. What she wasn't expecting, was to feel his dick squirm. But before she could process that, he pulled out, only to thrust back inside her again, not nearly as slow as the first time.

Another involuntary moan escaped, the attempted back arch restricted by her setting. Held in place as she was, it made it easy for him to pick up speed. The friction, pressure along with ribbed sensation inside an the sheer aggressiveness against her already highly sensitive passage brought her to another shuddering climax. It was so surprisingly quick, it had even caught her assailant off guard, as he doubled over heavily onto the bench that had been keeping her up, muttering something she couldn't make out. All the while, still attempting to keep himself steady inside her as she contracted around him.

"Do that again" He was breathing heavily as he straightened himself out, almost laying on top of her now. "And I'm not going to last long." She was still dazed and cooling down from her last climax, when he began to thrust back in, possibly more vigorously than last time, it was difficult to tell, the friction was already making her head spin. Once again the build up began, some part of her grateful at being held in place, exhausted as her body tensed up again.

"That's right" He managed to speak through his thrusting. "Come for me" he was strained in his speech but she could hardly tell, as he snaked a hand down in between to place pressure against the root of her clit. The incredible friction inside and return of stimulation to her clit was almost too much, exhausted as she was she was cumming at his hands once again, and this time, he along with her.

Pressed tightly against her, cumming deeply inside as all she could do was tremble and moan. With some of the pressure beginning to relax within her, and the overwhelming warmth following, she slowly began to settle. He remained inside her for some time, just holding himself in place, breathing hard as he leaned over her.

After a few seconds passed, he finally withdrew, which was both relieving and also lonely, in a weird way.. She heard him drop heavily, breathing hard but not exactly panting. When his breath started to normalize, she heard him moving toward her again. Fingers parting her lips again made her jerk in place, but he wasn't attempting to stimulate her, specifically, just feeling along barely along the inside.

They withdrew, and she heard movement again.

"I know this wasn't requested but I think it's important.." his voice sounded as though he had turned away, there was some more shuffling, that clicking sound again as well, and searching, followed by the sound of a faucet. She mentally tracked his steps and clicks as he returned and shifted, he was kneeling at her, again.

"Don't worry, it's just a cloth"

He warned before she felt something warm and damp against her nethers. It was exactly what he said, and he was using it to clean her off. It was nice.. and surprisingly thoughtful. He was gentle about it, obviously concerned about the roughness of the penetration just moments before. He remained quiet during the process, withdrawing completely when he seemed satisfied with the cleanup

"I hope you had as much fun as I did, I'll inform your handler I've wrapped up."

And with that, the sound of his footfalls carried to the door, where it opened and shut, leaving her alone in the room.