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.
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