smear the ashes of your home across your lips. taste the despair, taste the anger. use it, burn it. make it your weapon and fuel your flame and burn them to their foundations
Delight from a monster, creature, being from outer space; where pleasure in several forms were odd; more mimicked from those he watches; knows and deems safe to be a part of. Attention to the rubber was lazy; oozing blackness yet again dripped all down his shaft; a hand shifting in all forms of plating; grasped onto the girth; fisting himself like many watched sexual situations. The feeling of the finger inside caused the warbled noise to escape before attention lowered yet again to the growl upon his teasing.
Yet; nothing made the beast melt more than the pressure of an organ that held no pulse or heat; instead it was just there, a block of something but something that f e l t good entering a place he never really used or needed besides to appear more human in the eyes of the different creatures on this planet.
Strings began to animate more; wrapping around the creature that held no phallus of its own; but was a creature that held everything more than most male specimens out there. Full; claws toes sliced through the floor with a shift of tendrils. Feeling over Elliot’s body; cupping chest, jaw, neck and rear; small strings coiled nipples, invaded between ass cheeks and below harness with little shame.
Soaking up the fluids of excitement; sharing his own even as the head of his mimicked mating organ rubbed under Eliot’s chin and oozed a hefty amount from the pressure in his rear triggering such release. Noticing with tendrils tasting the others body; the feeling of openings being left empty made his brow furrow – and with a tilt of head; they began to form phallus’s of a much more smaller nature; more flexible, more longer and thus – dangerous to the human body for they’d be able to do; as they were doing now.
Wiggling lubed sizes between thighs; over shoulder, to lips, to ass, to hidden genitalia beneath the harness. Crawling inside each opening; smearing the tasteless yet plentiful ooze from each opening within and upon tongues. Why should he only receive the pleasure from the human?
———This had become something of a routine. Elliot gripped the being on the small of his back, driving his cock deeper inside as he listened for the hum of pleasure.
The alien didn’t speak. Elliot had taught him yes and no, a simple nod or shake of the head which gave him the assurance of consent. At times, he’d tried other things; sign language was a difficult task for a being that held little understanding for human things and their purposes. Even animals, his own delightful feline companion, the alien had never seen to his knowledge. Without the understanding, it would be hard to teach him anything apart from what he already knew.
❝ You like that? ❞ He grinned, hand reaching to touch Leere’s dick. The pace he had set along with his position seemed to put him unaware to the other’s intent. Startled by the sudden attention to his nipples, the man loosened his grip on the other’s appendage. He bit his lip, trying to keep the rhythm whilst an obsidian tendril slowly invaded his cunt.
A moan escaped his mouth as the man leaned over onto the alien’s torso. Every snap of his hips forward was met with a reciprocated thrust from behind, a motion which was beginning to throw Elliot off his pacing. He could feel his legs shaking, moist with the liquids coming from himself and his partner.
❝ F-fuck… More. ❞
———The strip club was fairly well known in the area. It took a bit of convincing, one or two newcomers at the firm hoping to take their boss out for a bit of drinks and fun. This was the kind of unprofessionalism he could admire. Steering away from the drunken crew, he noticed the man from across the floor. He could tell he wasn’t a customer, approaching now to see he was behind the bar. Sidling up to the counter, he had ordered a drink and gazed.
❝ God, I’m definitely not drunk enough to be here. ❞ A smile quirked on one side. Yelling over the music, the German nursed his glass, careful not to let the movements knock it from his hands.
❝ I’m not usually the type to come to this kind of place unless its my birthday, but consider this the unusual. ❞
———❝ Forgive my Japanese, but what sort of things are there to do around here? ❞ A smile behind a glass of liquor, the man had been sitting at the bar all night before speaking up. A neat cut of blond hair reflected off the dim lighting, the tourist seemingly unfazed by the relative emptiness of the bar at the hour.
❝ The jetlag will slowly catch up to me, don’t worry about having to kick me out soon. ❞
Instead of worrying about what you cannot control, shift your energy to what you can create.
———He couldn’t say it was the first time he’d been given the pitching role. Girlfriends and a select few men had asked much from the man and his ability to dominate, something he resented in himself when he’d been denied any returns. Still, he highly doubted LeereNichts could fit inside of him, the massive member more than a little daunting to even a more experienced slut like Elliot.
Tightening the harness around his hips, the man began to secure a condom over his silicone cock. It was an extra measure at the very least, keeping his toys clean and safe from wear. He wondered if this would be a bit of false advertising for the alien, seeing as he wasn’t exactly the majority when it came to human genitalia. The man was sure he would figure it out eventually.
He leaned forward, slicking the other’s hole with a finger full of lube. As big as the alien was compared to the human, his position garnered easy access for his ‘prosthetic’, so long as Elliot kept his head pressed to the bed.
❝ You’re such a tease. ❞ He growled, pushing in with a grin to his face.
———❝ Clearer words could be said about my fuck up. ❞ What mattered was the effect it seemed to have, being thrown into the pit. Emerald eyes moved over his palms, the skin there turning grey from wear and age. For the first time in a century, the man could see himself growing old. Strange, how little it scared him. His demon, either dead or out of range, could not feed him his cut of the deal. How long had he been gone?
❝ Please, tell me you know a thing or two about my anti-aging regimen. ❞
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