Author's Note: Hello again everyone! I thank you for taking the time to read through what will be my second submission to the site. This story is inspired by the Literotica members xxxecil, gigglinggoblin, gaytripper, and yshomatsu, all of which have written absolutely amazing work for the site. Again, this is only my second erotica writing ever, so I am still honing my craft and working on my skill. I will be taking the advice I received on my first submission and put it towards this one, drawing out the sex scenes and making the characters stronger and wiser.
So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy my newest work! As always, feedback and ratings are much appreciated.
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When the sex apocalypse came, no one saw it coming. Nationwide doomsday preppers had spent all of their time preparing for the zombie apocalypse or nuclear devastation, but when the end of the world came in the form of sexual shapeshifting aliens, there wasn't a single soul ready for it.
The infections started slow, with word coming out that a new infection spread like the AIDS virus among nightclubs and bars. Soon people began disappearing, and it was declared a national pandemic.
What we didn't know then is that the aliens had struck right where humans are weakest: our sexual needs. The aliens took the forms of the most beautiful women anyone could ever imagine, with long flowing hair and tits that could make anyone absolutely swoon. But, on top of it all, nothing was as seductive as their eyes.
One look into their eyes and anything you had been thinking about before absolutely vanished, replaced by nothing but a deep sexual need. Their eyes were all sorts of different colors mixed into one beautiful bowl of lust, and one look is all it took to be lost forever.
The aliens used sex to lure a person in, promising the greatest fuck of their entire lives. And oh did they deliver. Man or woman, they would fuck you until you were absolutely drooling with lust, and once a man came inside their depths, he would shrivel up and join the rest of the dead. For women, it was a different story.
Something in the alien's tactics allowed them to seduce women and instead turn them into one of their own. When an alien got to you, they didn't just fuck your brains out. They also stole your soul. When a woman surrenders to them, they begin the transformation of joining their kind, becoming just another one of the bombshell beauties that had enslaved everyone in their line of sight.
The pandemic grew to the point where the alien women simply roamed the streets like zombies, seducing and fucking their way through entire cities. The government fell, and with it nearly all forms of civilization. The United States had fallen to a sexual apocalypse, and there was absolutely nothing that could reverse it.
As mankind fell, Erin Jones survived thanks to her wit and intelligence. When the sexual creatures tore through her city, she joined an underground resistance that fought back, building up an advantage over the monsters.
Their leader, Alex Martin, was as strong as he was smart. He organized the resistance himself, and helped to manage its growing number of members. He had seen promise in Erin, and allowed her to be in his leadership cabinet.
Erin was a scavenger, meaning she spent much of her time on the surface searching for any supplies that could help the resistance. This job was reserved for only the strongest of the group, as they would have to go up directly against the aliens. While never having a lesbian thought in her life before the apocalypse, the aliens did still affect Erin, as their pheromones completely rewired their victim's brain. It had been hard to resist in the early days, and it truly never became easier.
Erin just hoped that the resistance would soon have a cure for the virus. They had recruited some of the country's top scientists, who were hard at work in the base during all hours of the day. They claimed to be close to achieving a victory, and Erin was proud to bring back any supplies that would help them reach that goal.
For now, she just wanted to bring back enough food to keep the resistance going. This was their biggest problem, as the group had grown so big that it was getting hard to feed every single person. They had turned to rationing to solve the issue, which created animosity among everyone.
Erin was determined to solve this, but as she made her way through the city one warm afternoon, she suddenly had to stop when she saw something strange up ahead.
Further down the road she saw what looked like a man standing on the top level of a billboard, clutching a gun in his hands. It took her a moment to process, but as she looked down she suddenly realized why he was hiding there.
At the base of the billboard stood five of the beautiful aliens, all looking up towards the man hiding just out of their reach. Per usual they were all wearing different versions of some of the skimpiest clothing imaginable, ranging from bikinis that highlighted their full cleavage, to silk stockings that accentuated their lush feminine curves. The sight of it never ceased to arouse Erin even after so much time had passed, and she felt the familiar burning in her loins.
The women were rubbing and caressing their bodies as they urged the man to come down and accept their carnal delights. Their voices were achingly beautiful, and would always echo in the minds of whoever was near. It made Erin want to lay down and listen for hours as they sang, holding her close.
"Come to us..."
"You want us, don't you baby?"
"Why don't you climb down from there and come have some fun...we won't bite..."
The scene reminded Erin of her first encounter with the aliens, only a mere six months ago. It constantly played through her head, reminding her of the time she almost lost herself to their lust.
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Erin was a junior in college when the invasion began, and when the news began to report the strange infections, she was too busy studying to notice. She spent much of her time studying for her nursing exam, hoping it would open a door in her life to new experiences.
Her roommate, Joanna, loved the nightlife, and eventually urged her to give up studying for one night to go out with her to Charlie's, their local nightclub. Erin had wanted to reject at first, remembering her failed attempts to find a date in the previous years, but Joanna eventually convinced her by inviting more of their friends. What harm could a night out with the girls possibly do?
She spent over an hour in front of the mirror doing her makeup and trying to pick the best outfit to wear. Joanna simply watched from her bed, giving her advice and laughing each time she hesitated. Erin had met Joanna back in high school and the two decided to split the bill for an apartment near campus, bonding their friendship. While Erin didn't agree with Joanna's often wild lifestyle, she didn't mind compromising every so often, if only for the sake of friendship.
The two of them met up with the other girls outside the club, greeting them and sharing their excitement for the night ahead. They had met Sadie, Ashley and Taylor in their college classes, and the five of them got to know each other while eating together at the dining hall each day. Ashley was a lot like Joanna in her wild lifestyle, while Sadie was more quiet and reserved. Taylor was the toughest of the group, and enjoyed a fit lifestyle that required her to spend hours at the gym each day. If anything, their differences only brought them closer together.
They flashed their lovely smiles at the bouncer, who let them in without hesitation. In fact, it seemed as if the bouncer's mind was clouded, his eyes never really locking onto one specific spot. He simply waved them in, pulling back the velvet rope for each guest.
Erin followed the other girls into the club, taking in her surroundings. To the left there was a dance floor with square tiles that changed colors every few seconds, corresponding to music played by a DJ nearby. In the center were a row of booths filled with people sitting and drinking while they talked with one another. To the right lay a full bar, with one bartender serving drinks to a line of people.
