Author's Note:
CONTAINS THEMES including - BREEDING, IMPREGNATION, CUMFLATION, ALIENS, QUEER/transgender, sci-fi, space travel, spaceship, technology, telepathy, excessive semen, dick growth, huge cock, blowjob, anal, inflation, cum inflation, expansion, transformation, cum eating (none in this part), comedy, subjective morality, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, edging, transcendent orgasm, big belly, cum play, alien, re-population, transgender, group sex, ball expansion, belly expansion, breast expansion, power play, jelly, oozing.
This story is a work of fiction with zero basis or inspiration taken from reality. All characters are over 18 (there is literally nobody under 18 on the planet) and enthusiastically participating in acts that are morally acceptable on planet Hawthorn Remarkable. As always, your moral mileage when reading from other planets may vary.
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Ree's first night on Hawthorn Remarkable (Chapter 9)
Ree was confident in their determination to hold off on impregnating any further Raclon until the society had come to an autonomous decision about the new possibilities and implications the return of reproduction had for the species. As sure as they were about that decision, their growing swollen cock was a new consideration, and one that had not been present during their training and the formation of the logical reasoning processes they fell back on during challenging missions.
They were grateful to their diplomacy training that they were able to set this boundary even with eight horny alien women whose responsive biology they could smell becoming fertile and breed-able in response to their presence.
The three girls whose home the party had retired to were noticeable among Raclon women because they all wore their moon-silk hair longer than anyone else Ree had noticed. It cascaded in glassy waterfalls past the hem of their sheer dresses, and brushed the twisting tendons of their inner knees as they danced.
At some point, Ree playfully suggested that they had no need of their dresses, and that their hair provided just as much modesty in itself. All three had chittered excited laughter, glowing with pride at the subtext that their honoured guest wished to see them disrobe. All three were above average Raclon height without being terribly tall, within a few centimetres of Ree's own height, but could be easily distinguished by their skin tones which were french blue, lemon yellow, and cool plum.
The grey-blue girl was the first to disrobe, with her housemates following her lead, shimmering robes falling to the floor beneath graceful ribbons of hair.
Also in attendance were the family of terracotta orange women, two sisters and their still young mother, Ree had spoken with at dinner, and the somehow even more captivating Tulada and Elewa. After the host ladies unclothed, remaining relatively covered as they danced and wove together in swirling temptation, the two sisters also stepped out of their dresses. They wore their hair in curls just past their shoulders, but danced with just as much a sense of freedom and comfort as the other girls, their four identical tangerine breasts jiggling provocatively in full view.
Ree sat at the edge of the cozy one-room living area admiring the young beauties dancing for them, with Elewa and Tulada lounging beside them, and the dancing sisters' mother curled up as close to their lap as she could fit alongside their thick rambunctious dick. Enticed by the obvious interest of everyone present, and the relaxed air of comfortability, Ree started slowly stroking their hard member.
Hours of inescapable sexual torment at the mercy of their olfactory system from being in close quarters with aroused Raclon women had made their cock grow to a dense and angry 12", and finally giving it some stimulation was both a relief and an escalation of the pent-up sensation. The dancing girls reduced the amount of twirls and spins in their dance, so they were better able to devour Ree and their gentle cock pumping with lustful eyes.
No more than ten minutes could have elapsed before Ree felt a shift in the orange MILF beside them, her composure breaking as her ripe pussy gave up its needy fertile scent. She ceased to support her weight on her bent arm, head and rounded shoulders falling into Ree's lap and bumping their shaft. Ree smiled sympathetically at her, looking her in her dark needful eyes, and stroking her soft cheek with their free hand.
"Sir [gender neutral but with submissive connotations], I will be offering myself tomorrow for breeding, my daughters are the light for my world and I want to give them one more sister before my fertile time ends. You ask me to wait until tomorrow, and I will do anything to prove my womb worthy of your seed.
However, for tonight I must point out that I cannot be bred in my mouth, and you cannot impregnate me in my asshole. If you are willing to let me show you, I would be most honoured." the slightly older alien murmured hypnotically with unexpected frankness.
Smiling at her, giving a faint hint of a nod, Ree guided the too-tight head of their hungry cock toward her lips. They were excited by her words, but also teasingly trying to call her bluff given that her daughters were dancing five feet away in full view.
Ree groaned in delicious relief, tension falling from their shoulders and thighs as they felt their hard dick slip further than expected into her slippery throat. They relaxed, allowing the full sensation to roll extravagantly through their body, eyes closed for the first few moments. Recovering themselves slightly, they continued to pump their long shaft and looked on as five or so inches of their tip disappeared into her cute orange mouth. She gazed up at them with palpable desire, and lifted up her dress to bunch at the top of her loose breasts. Her silken-furred cunt was puffy and drenched with delicious-smelling excitement.
Encouraged by the escalation and Ree's willing response, Elawa rolled toward Ree fondling her perfect green globes, with an enchanting smile on her cherubic face. They took in every microscopic motion of her delicate fingers, trying to save a detailed memory of how she liked to be touched, and nodded to her to come even closer. The petite forest-green nymph removed Ree's shirt with the erotic slowness of someone relishing every second that her fingers touched their skin. Ree felt their breeding rod lengthen down the MILF's practiced throat, and a throbbing sensation ran through their balls in response to the pressure it found at the tip.