Chapter 2 - The Assault

Hours passed since the extraterrestrial visitors descended upon Desmond’s body. Sleep felt like an unconscious state coming and going. Time was still. There was no frame of reference as to how many hours came or went. He hadn’t even a clue as to how long he’d been abducted. He was cold. His body ached. He couldn’t get the faces of his captors out of his mind. His body betrayed him and his muscle tensed. Not even the fear of the unknown could suppress his human instincts. What unsettled him the most was the silence. 


There were sounds. 


The interior creaked and moaned similarly to below the deck of the S.S. What-The-Fuck. Maybe he was on a ship? It didn’t feel like a ship. At least, it didn’t sway back and forth or make him seasick, like the other ship did. Everything else, however, was very similar: Metal walls, long halls... 



Finally, Desmond found the strength to lift himself. His pants were still split from the razor's edge of the creature’s lance. His eyes closed. His head leaned against the wall. Things began to piece themselves together. He smirked as a familiar meme flashed in his mind. “Aliens…” That would at least place him, in his mind, on some sort of spaceship. It would also explain the creature’s strange appearance. Maybe he was abducted. But why? And why would they…?



His eyes drifted down towards his stiffening member.



He sighed again and allowed himself to fall over. His arms tingled from being shackled behind his back. He stared at the flickering lights that served as bars to his prison cell. He wondered what type of technology they utilized. If this were like any of those Space War movies he’d seen, it could be plasma energy that would burn him to the touch. It could also just be dense light particles or some other weird Sci-Fi creation. Whatever the case, he wouldn’t find out by just laying around.



The ship was quiet of voices or footsteps. Just the creaking moans of the walls and the low hum of the lights. He sat in absolute silence as he extended his sense of hearing as much as possible. He heard no footsteps. No voices. No signs of life other than his pounding heart against his chest.



Slowly... Cautiously... he sat up again. Sliding his legs below himself, he pushed against the wall with his back and stood himself up. His head felt heavy. His body was sore and tight all over. The flayed cloth along his lower half was loose. He widened his stance to keep them tight against his waist: Some innate need to maintain a sense of dignity.



He stood there, still, for what seemed like hours. Staring at the bars. Listening to his surroundings. Finally, he was able to will his body forward. One step... His body froze again. More time passed as his heart thumped against his chest. His brown skin glistened with a cold, tense sweat. He stepped forward again, and again.



The closer he stepped toward the bars of light, the more of the empty hall revealed itself from behind the corners of his cell. He felt too exposed approaching from the center. He pressed himself against the left wall, giving him better sight down the hall to the right. It didn’t stretch too far; maybe three more cells before a spiral staircase leading to a lower level. His cell seemed to be the only one illuminated by the bars of flickering light. 


Was he the only one here? 


Closer he slid himself to the edge of his cell: close enough to feel the warmth from his prison bars. He moved to get a slightly better angle. The left of the hall only had one adjacent cell: empty, and then a doorway that would appear to lead to another hall. The door had no knob, but a split in the center: A sliding door, perhaps?



That was the direction the two… beings came from last time.



Desmond swallowed roughly. The shackles against his arms were tight and uncomfortable. He stared at the warm white bars intensely. 



They hummed.



Curiosity began to overtake him. Turning to the side, he cautiously moved his bound arms closer to the bars. He allowed the armbender to lead. Very slowly, he moved closer. His heart pounded. His mind filled with images of the beams slicing through his shackles and freeing him. That, or burning his arms clean off: leaving him a screaming, bloodied mess of his former self.



Closer he got. The images of what may happen became more vivid. Would an alarm sound? Would his captors return and run him through with their weapons? Even if he could free himself, what then? Still, Desmond was one to figure things out as he went. This would be no different. Just inches away. Now or never!



The sound of doors sliding open scraped against his ears. The boy’s body instantly pinned him against the side wall. Liquid terror filled his veins.



Click clank… Click clank… the same armored footsteps echoed in the emptiness just as last time. However, unlike last time, there was only one set. As they approached, Desmond found himself slipping deeper into fear-induced paralysis. He tried to will his body into a retreat, but his muscles were frozen in place and he couldn’t move. 



He had no time to think.



Before strength returned to his body, the familiar figure appeared from behind the corner. Any sense of rebellion melted away. His eyes were locked onto the being’s fame; daring not look his captor in the eyes. It wore the same dingy armor as before. It stared him down in silence. Desmond’s breath was caught in his throat. It stared so intensely, the human felt guilty for even attempting a futile escape. That thing would probably just stab him with its spear and end his life.



That’s when he noticed it was unarmed. Looking past its voluptuous frame, his eyes cautiously traced its coral blue arms. Neither seemed to hold the weapon that so effortlessly slit his trousers before.



The creature moved. Desmond’s eyes snapped towards a fuller frame of the being in front of him. It produced that same card-shaped object as before. He identified it as some sort of key used to unlock the cage. 



This was his chance! His muscles tightened and he clenched his teeth. 



No hesitation!



It all happened so fast.



There was a buzzing sound as the light bars fizzled and flickered out of existence.



Desmond yelled like a tortured inmate turning on his warden and charged. He lead with his broad shoulder; a move borrowed from his afterschool Football practice.



The being swiftly removed itself from his path, then hit him with a hard and metallic kick against his shin. 



He yelped. 



A hand found itself pushing down against the back of his neck. Soon, his legs were no longer beneath him.



His body was thrown to the metal floor face first in a thump. He was then roughly twisted sideways. His captor threw the Human on his back. Her arm thrust against his throat and he hacked. Her body fell on top of his. He was completely immobilized.



The armored being was on top of him.



He could hardly breathe. The pressure being exerted against this throat was suffocating. His entire body cried from the pain of being slammed on the floor. His struggles hardly budged the warrior that held him in place.



“Stop struggling.” It took barely any effort for the creature to neutralize him. All he could see was deep blue skin holding him down. His eyes caught a glimpse of trembling waves of flesh barely contained by the being’s breastplate. Its face stared deeply into his. Its eyes were large, like almonds. There was a confidence in the way its deceivingly feminine lips curled, as if it knew its prey could not defy it. “Resistance is futile.” 



Desmond felt like his neck would break from the pressure applied to it. He couldn’t help but attempt to break free if only to breathe. As his legs kicked, he felt the shins of metal boots pin down his ankles. “I bet I know what’ll stop you.”



Desmond let out a gasp when he felt a cold hand squeeze against his lower muscle. His body tightened, and a satisfied look overtook the being’s face. She loosened the pressure against the man’s neck. The rush of air caused him to cough roughly. His body shuttered roughly when he felt her tug against him. “This is your source of power, isn’t it?”



What in the world was she talking about?



The creature’s free left hand continued to tug against his now stiffening member. The harder he became the weaker he felt. Her eyes left his and her chest lifted. She looked back. Her smile widened. The bare skin between her plate armor and boots was freezing in comparison to his. Even though he couldn’t see her face, he could tell by the way her body responded, she weighed herself heavily against him in response to this warmth.



Desmond let out another gasp as her tight grip tugged and pulled against him. The top of her breasts bulged from her tight chest armor. They rocked and jiggled back and forth as she stroked his hardened muscle. What the fuck kind of twisted dream was this?



There really wasn’t much he could do to fight against his aggressor. The armbender neutralized much of his movement. Her legs kept him pinned in place. The more she tugged against him, the more he felt himself giving in. He looked up again at the being on top of him. Every motion caused a rumble in her chest that made Desmond’s stomach tighten. Everything about this creature’s anatomy resembled that of a human supermodel.



Her grip became even tighter as he hardened in her palm. “Myrta is going to miss out on this one.” It spoke mischievously. Then, an excited gasp escaped her just as Desmond’s hardened muscle twitched. The viscous sap that she and her partner so viciously coveted shimmered at the tip of the human’s stiff rod. 



“Ha!” the alien woman cheered. She took a finger and smeared it in the thick liquid.



Desmond’s entire body vibrated from the tantalizing sensation. He gasped sharply. Desperately, he tried to buck and rock the creature off from himself, but her otherworldly strength proved too great for him.



She also seemed to enjoy the challenge.



The alien woman released his cock from her savage grip. Playing with the sap that coated her fingers, she grinned hungrily. The smell was thick and pungent. The human’s pheromones entranced her wild eyes. Using her blue tongue, she licked her fingers teasingly before plunging them into her mouth. The tartness flooded her taste buds and her legs trembled.



Desmond watched in confused shock as his captor played with his preseed in her mouth. He groaned and his head rocked back onto the metal floor.



The pause in his assault was but a brief reprieve.



He felt the weight of the creature shift atop him and, before he knew it, she changed positions. Like a spider on a web, her body twisted a full 180 atop him. Before he could react, her hips smashed against his chest. Filling his vision was an eclipse of blue skin and dingy armor. Her ass was in full view and just inches away from his face. Her thighs fell alongside his shoulders. 



They were his new prison.



Desmond’s eyes bulged and, instinctively, looked away. Still, he couldn’t help letting out a surprised yelp once the warmth of her hungry mouth enveloped his dick.



The creature was far more bold this time: More experienced. It knew what it wanted and how to get it. Desmond’s entire body vibrated from the sensations: The alien’s soft lips gripping around his member; the pull from its wet mouth attempting to suck his insides out through his shaft.



The alien’s mouth filled with inhuman saliva. Her tongue lashed viciously against her prey’s hard appendage. She gripped the base, just as before, and began pumping with her hand in the same rhythm as her bobbing head. “Mmmm!” The creature’s voice vibrated through her jiggling chest as she sucked and slurped. The young human’s sap teased her mind as it seeped out in small quantities. Liquid encouragement edged her to press on, and so she did. She sucked harder. She gripped tighter. She moved faster.



And Desmond couldn’t take it.



As the beast bobbed back and forth against his body, all he could see was the twerk and twitch of its round ass in his face. His struggles were worthless. The numbing venom of pleasure circulated through his veins. Try as he might to shut himself from the world, his eyes would continuously catch a glimpse of what rested beneath her armor.



There was no plate metal beneath the creature’s tasset. It was a metal skirt covering the now damp fabric that served as the being’s undergarment. For a brief moment, he found humor in such a scary race wearing panties. This moment was sucked away when an audible slurp filled his ears.



Drool poured out from the creature’s mouth around the sides of Desmond’s cock. The heat warmed the length of him. The wetness lubricated him.



Desmond gasped loudly. He moaned a deep moan that only seemed to encourage the creature to work him harder. Her entire body went into the motion. She lifted slightly, allowing more of him to pass into her mouth with each bob.



Desmond’s body jerked powerfully. He lost control and his hips spasmed. His hard muscle was plunged deep into the creature’s mouth, reaching the back of its throat.



She gagged and pulled back.



There was a pause, if only for a second.



The creature resumed its attack against the human’s saproot.



Again, Desmond’s body was assaulted by the sensations of the creature’s hot mouth sucking and pulling against him. He moaned in a mix of pleasure and frustration.



Gritting his teeth, he purposely bucked his hips into the creature’s face.



There was another gag, and the alien paused her assault. Her hand never stopped pumping as she held the head of his cock laced between her lips. She gave him a wicked tonguelashing that caused him to cry out from the shock.



Still not giving up, he bucked again. Using his cock as a lance, he stabbed repeatedly into the monster’s mouth.



Xezzi grunted and moaned in a mix of pleasure and frustration. His motions were throwing her off. Everytime she tried to suck him, his weapon would threaten to ram itself down her throat. She couldn’t get a good rhythm. 



In an attempt to subdue him, she leaned her balancing arm against his thigh to pin him down. This was a partial success, but somehow the flexible human was still able to pump his large saproot at her. “Ermmph!” She gagged again when his thickness took a lucky jab in her throat.



Desmond didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. It was almost completely counterintuitive: The harder he thrust, the more intense the sensations became. Her throat was so tight. Whenever it seemed he’d pierced it, it would take everything to stop himself from blowing his load. It didn’t help that her damned hand would not stop pumping him no matter what he did. He knew eventually he would lose control and release himself inside her mouth. Still, if that’s what she wanted, he wouldn’t make it easy. If this thing wanted his cum so badly, he would make her drown in in!



That’s when it happened.



In a fit of irritation, Xezzi punished her prey. Her hips lifted and, in an attempt to strike the human for its disobedience, she slammed her ass down against his head.



This caused two simultaneous effects.



The force almost killed Desmond. 



The back of his skull hit the floor hard. His brain scrambled and, for a brief moment, he lost his sense. He could barely breathe as her voluptuous ass smothered his mouth and nose. His eyes were rolling. Things were getting dark. He was probably going to die. Ironically, in his state of helplessness, he thought that maybe this wasn’t the worst way to die.



“Ahhh!” Xezzi’s entire body spasmed. Desmond’s stiff rod popped out of her mouth as she arched her back. Her eyes were wide from the intense fire that burned against her underside. The moist heat from the human’s mouth was like lava that caused her azure thighs to vibrate uncontrollably. Her hips twitched, and with every move, the human’s face seemed to stimulate her. “Haaa!” She breathed out heavily as she grinded her lower self against him. “What… are you doing!?! To me!?!”



Her hand stopped stroking him. She only held on, like a mooring post, as she rode the waves of ecstasy provided by his mouth.



The more the creature rocked, the further her motions became. In a primal attempt to sustain his life, Desmond struggled to capture every opportunity to breathe. Her round ass and thick thighs almost completely smothered him, however, he was able to catch a breath between her grinding through his nose.



His senses were returning. She was barely stroking him now; just indulging in the pleasure his mouth provided her. He could hear her crazed and confused cries. Her motions were spastic and random; not nearly as precise as when she attacked him.



Fighting back, Desmond pressed his face into the alien’s wet crotch.



Xezzi moaned out and, though the overwhelming sensation caused her to withdraw, a part of her held herself in position.



Desmond pushed his tongue against the moist fabric of the creature’s underwear and was shocked. Underneath the wet cloth he felt a soft bump. It was in the same exact spot as it would be on a human woman, but seemed… bigger. He pressed his tongue against it and the creature let out another loud yell. He could feel its legs spasming around his head.



Her full weight sat against his face again, but wouldn’t fully slam against him. He could tell he was overwhelming her. Finally, he found her weakness!



Xezzi couldn’t comprehend was was happening to her body. The human pleasured her in ways she never experienced. The more his mouth engulfed her lower lips, the more she felt like her head would explode, but whenever she pulled herself away, her body would press itself back into him.



It was then that the human overtook her.



His head twisted and churned as if it was trying to push itself inside her. Something DID slip inside her. It was his tongue. 



She screamed. 



Xezzi ripped herself away from the human.



Desmond’s head fell back on the floor; his mouth moist from the creature’s underworld.



Shocked and confused, the alien panted heavily. Her mind was filled with cotton. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. She was drunk off the pleasure, which her body craved more of. She couldn’t allow him to continue what he was doing to her, however. Something inside her stomach burned hotter the more she thought about it.



Desmond’s cock switched in Xezzi’s hand.



The alien focused her attention on her initial target. She stared inquisitively for a brief moment, then her eyes narrowed in a challenging manner.



Desmond, from his position beneath the alien, could only see her wide bottom hovering and twitching above him. He could also see the blue mounds of her breasts overflowing from her chest armor. Then, her weight shifted. The hand that strangled his cock supported her as she reached between her legs with her free hand. Her fingers laced against the near transparent fabric that sheltered her lower self. Almost hesitantly, a finger laced around the fabric and, slowly, pulled it to the side, revealing what was hidden beneath.



Now Desmond was a good looking young man. He’d caught the eye of many women in his young life and had his fair share of dates. This, however, was alien territory for him. He’d gotten far with some women; holding hands, kissing under the bleachers, and some other intimate forms of petting. However, never had he been this close as to see all the female anatomy had to offer.



Her deep blue under lips were puckered and thick like ripe blueberries. His eyes took in every rolling detail. They were incredibly tight as they pressed against themselves. Following the line, he could see the round bump that so many of his sex are rumored to have trouble finding. It swelled with tension and shined with a mix of his saliva and her own lubricant.



Desmond lost his breath. This was not how he imagined his reality would be. His mind went blank. He had no idea what to do next. He froze; paralyzed in shock. 



It was then that the creature moved.



Desmond’s eyes widened as the creature lifted herself and moved closer towards his entrapped penis. He lifted his head to follow her body getting closer to his stiffened muscle. The alien stopped; her hips now straddling waist. He could feel the heat from her lower realm radiating on to his flesh.



Xezzi was beside herself: watching as her body acted without conscious thought. There was very little she understood about humans. For all she knew this could be some sort of mind-control humans developed as self-defense. Whatever it was, the euphoric feeling smothered her sense of caution. Mixed with curiosity, she did little to hold herself back.



Still holding onto the human’s saproot, the creature pressed it against her lower lips.



Both beings shook with a mix of panic and pleasure. As their wetness mixed, it created a bond between them that was more than physical. Each of their bodies craved the touch and feel of one-another. Xezzi let out a shaky gasp as she kissed his brown rod with her tight lower lips.



Desmond fizzled with tension and he threw his head back from the sensations. The alien moved slowly. Cautiously. He could almost telepathically sense she was just as tense as he, however, she wouldn’t stop. She became more bold due to her dominant position over him. Her range of motion increased as she rode up and down his cock. Her blueberry lips kissing further up the broadside of his muscle all the way to the crown.



Xezzi’s body arched back once more from the sensation. Her long torso loomed over the human. Her chest rose high into the air; her breasts still threatening to explode from overtop her armor. She could feel herself opening up to him, like a flower in bloom. The more she rubbed herself against his crown, the tighter her stomach became. It was as if her body was starved for his muscle and wanted to devour him whole.



As she lifted, her lips kissed the head of his member.



Desmond’s eyes widened. Almost purely out of fear, he shook his head in a slow protest. His chest locked and stomach ached. Tears bit at the side of his eyes. He clenched his teeth, knowing full well he could do nothing to prevent what was about to happen.



Xezzi lifted herself above his rod. Carefully, she positioned it directly below her. It glistened with her juices.



Slowly, she allowed the full weight of her body to deepen the kiss between their anatomy. She could feel her blue gates opening to allow him passage. Her tight lips parted. Heat spilled out from deep within her. 



There was a wet pop. The sound was smothered under the cry from the two beings. The head of Desmond’s chocolate rod pierced through Xezzi’s tight gates. The skin of his dick, at first, was rough as her alien lips squeezed him tightly. 



She hollered. Her thighs vibrated uncontrollably. For a split second, she came back to her senses. This sharp feeling of being penetrated: the feeling of this Human’s weapon stabbing into her... How foolish was she to fall for his predatory pheromones? She literally impaled herself with his weapon. Would she die? Was this to be the end of her?



Desmond’s cock twitched from the sensation of the alien’s lower lips suckling his swollen gland. He gasped as she did. She was wet. Soaking almost. It was like someone stuck a grapefruit into an oven, then cut a hole in it and shoved it atop his dick. The juice from her insides warmed the side of his cock as it slithered down his length. 



Was this how all females felt like? Not just the alien ones, but the human ones too. ~Oh god…!~ He felt dirty. This was his first time ever having intercourse, and it was with this thing!



Xezzi felt the human twitch inside her. She began to feel fatigue in her legs. She hadn’t moved from her squat position and her thighs were burning. At first, it was fear that kept her paralyzed. He was killing her after all, wasn’t he? Soon, however, she realized that the human hadn’t moved either. His weapon twitched again, and she yelped. His muscle was so strong against her insides. Hearing the lude sound of her own voice warmed her ears. She went to lift herself from him. His meat pulled against her walls, screeching against her nerves. Her legs to buckled. Another moan cracked through her throat and she lost herself. Her hips literally fell. His dick slipped even deeper within her. She screamed yet again.



Desmond yelled out. Her insides were so wet. They twitched and squeezed against his cock. He couldn’t control the sensations. He couldn’t make the pleasure stop. Her insides were alive. They tickled him from all sides. He felt her move again. A breathless moan was snatched from his soul as she felt her lips pull against him once more.



“Haaa!” Was all the human could understand. The alien’s hips rose, then dropped down again slowly. Her legs were shaking violently as she moved her hips up and down. Two inches was her comfortable range of motion. Any deeper and she felt like he would split her in half. Still, Xezzi couldn’t stop herself. She didn’t want to stop. There was an earthquake in her brain. His saproot was so strong. It drove her insane with the way it glided against her insides. Her legs were tiring. She whined painfully. She spoke in words the translator could not make sense of. She called names of beings a human tongue could not speak of. Faster she moved. Up and down. Her vaginal lips sucking him with more intensity than ever before. Her volume increased as her pace increased.



Desmond’s eyes were widened as he felt the pressure building. “Ahh!” He cried. “F-fuck…! I Can’t-t!” All he could see was the clamoring of her metallic skirt bouncing up and down with her motions. There was but a sliver of his cock he could see as she only rode about half his length; the most sensitive part in his opinion. “Haaa!” He yelled out, but her own volume was so much louder than his. She was moving even faster now; even more aggressively.



Xezzi let out a sharp cry when she felt the human’s cock twitch inside her. Then, there was a warmness that caused her stomach to tighten. She screamed. Her entire body seized. She threw her head backwards, almost falling over in a heap. She caught herself; throwing her arms back to hold herself up. His dick almost slipped out from her puckered lips. Deftly, she pushed him back inside with her left hand as she lowered her hips and swallowed him up again.



Desmond cursed loudly. He’d almost escaped. Now, as she leaned backward, all he could see was the back of her flexible armor. He yelped from the feeling of the sharp platelets of her skirt digging into his hips. She sat herself against his pelvis while leaning back. Her legs were spread on either side of him as were her arms as she held herself up.



Her body stirred, as if adjusting for more comfort. It only served to cause the armor plates to shift into his skin. He cursed again. Every time she moved, however, so too did her tight pussy pull against his dick. Finally, he felt his soul being pulled from him as her hips lifted. Her lips dragged against his glistening cock and she moaned out. She allowed her hips to drop down again. His dick slipped halfway inside her once again and they both hollered. 



In this position, Xezzi discovered all she had to do was twerk her hips up and down. It was so little effort on her part with such a huge payoff. The sensation of his cock pressing against her walls as she moved caused her eyes to roll back. She hollered curses in her own language. Her breasts bounced around shamelessly in her chestplate. She was literally thrusting herself against the human’s saproot. Her stomach was tightening with every motion. Her body was getting hotter. Her lower region was getting wetter. She could hear her juices sloshing around; a euphoric cocktail forming in the bowls of her stomach. Her yelling was converted into breathless moans. Every thrust pulled at her stomach. It was like a vacuum forming in her stomach that tightened with every movement.



Desmond felt it too. The suction against his most sensitive part was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Her mouth was good, yes. But this… this was total immersion. It was deeper, tighter, wetter. She moved faster. She moaned louder. She worked him harder. There was something about the full weight of a woman pounding against him that made his body weak.



Along with this pleasure however, fear began to creep into his conscious.



As her wetness sloshed and tugged against his dark rod, the sensations pulled at his insides. She was moving so fast; riding him so roughly, he couldn’t control her. His dick couldn’t escape her. He couldn’t avoid the pleasure. He didn’t know how! If she kept this pace up, it wouldn’t be long before he released himself inside this alien... thing!



For so long, Desmond researched techniques to prolong his satisfaction. She attacked him so fiercely he hadn’t even a moment to displace his thoughts. Desperately, he searched his mind for a fallback. Singing a song, maybe? ~A. B C…!~ The woman on top of his was yelling so loudly he couldn’t hear himself think.



At this point Xezzi was riding her prey like a madwoman. Nothing could stop her momentum. She had lost touch with reality. The pleasure was electrifying. It mounted to levels she could never dream of. Higher and higher it got. She felt such a pull at her gut that, eventually, all her nerves began to focus on a single point. She felt like she was going to die, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her body was going to explode, but it refused to stop. Her hips bucked and rocked and twerked and slammed up and down side to side round and round!



This… Desmond could not handle. Her wetness left his glistening dick soaking. All the blood rushed to his throbbing manhood. It was pulsing and convulsing along with the alien’s twitching insides. “S-stop!” He begged. The human knew what was going to happen. In a desperate attempt to escape, he attempted to pull himself away.



The alien’s hungry pussy hunted him down the moment it felt just a centimeter of him try to pull away. Her jiggling blue ass slapped and clapped against her armor as she threw herself into him. She leaned deeper into her motions! She swallowed even more of him! Her body screamed out! 



“I can’t…!” Desmond felt it filling within him. The pressure mounted as she stroked his cock with such a tight grip. “I’m…! Fuck…!” Her ass was clapping against his hips. The armor clanged against itself as she slammed him deeper and deeper into her swollen insides until finally…



“Xezzi!” Her name was screamed from just beyond the entrance to Desmond’s cell. 


Metal armor clamored as three other alien creatures rushed to the sounds of their companion’s screams, but were frozen in place as the scene before them unfolded.



She climaxed.



The alien woman’s entire body screamed out. She spasmed as if she stuck a fork into an outlet. Her hips popped and locked rapidly while simultaneously vibrating.



He released. 



“Fuuuccckk!!” The human yelled as he felt a stream of hot liquid erupt up his throbbing vein. His white lava aggressively exploded from his cock as he thrust himself deep inside her twitching wetness. His dick expelled molten jizz…



Directly.



Inside.



Her!



The feeling of the human’s white hot sap bursting inside her like a pulse grenade caused the alien to scream out. Her hips shot up. There was a squelch and a pop. Desmond’s cock was finally free from its prison. It belched hot sap onto the alien’s skin relentlessly before falling against her pelvis beneath her vibrating skirt. 



The warm liquid caused the alien’s skin to tremble. Goosebumps swelled around the opaque slime that coated her. Her pussy pulsated. His hot sludge drooled out of her twerking lips. She fell back on top of him. She nestled into his warmth; her neck snuggling against his head. 



The two laid there: A jumbled mess of twitching convulsing limbs twisted around one another. Desmond moaned roughly. His throat was sore. His shoulders burned from the arm bender he was latched in. There were voices shouting, but he couldn’t make them out from the fog in his ears. Emotions were mixed like a cheap drink. He felt elated. He felt sick. He felt dizzy. He felt light. Was he floating? Or was he falling?



The warmth of the blue-skinned alien left him. His lungs expanded. He breathed out as the weight was lifted from him. His eyes opened. He was surrounded by the blue-skinned aliens. They clamored all around him. One snatched up Xezzi. It seemed she was fighting back.



He felt a hand grip his shoulder roughly. Another pair of arms yanked him roughly. It hurt the way they handled his spent body. He growled with discomfort as the alien women dragged against him.



“Stop…!” The one known as Xezzi shouted breathlessly. “I want him…! He’s mine!” She was reaching out for him desperately as they dragged his confused self away. “He’s mine! He’s mine!” She kept shouting, but her voice grew quieter as the others dragged him away from the cell and deeper into their lair. An unsettling feeling filled the human’s soul. Wherever they take him next, it may be the last place he takes a breath.
