Part 1

Buck honestly couldn’t have gotten more cliche if he tried. He rocked on his favourite rocking chair on the porch of his creaking country home, strumming a guitar and belting out slow country tunes between sips of a cold beer while the sun dipped over the vast expanse of corn stretching into the distance and thee first pinpricks of starlight appeared in the dark sky.

The dimming light caught the glow of a distant set of lights, the only other sign of civilization for miles. His heart skipped a beat, not from the threat of a city dweller trespassing on his property, but from the familiar hum of energy that always preceded a visit from Lyra.

The once tranquil silence shattered as the lights grew brighter, flooding his home with an eerie glow that oozed through every corner as if alive. He let out a heavy sigh, set his empty beer down, and stood to meet the oncoming storm with a small smile.

No use fighting it. Not that Buck would even if he could.

The lights vanished as quickly as they appeared, plunging him into darkness. Then, the welcome touch of Lyra’s slender fingers drifted across his chest, the cool skin of her stiff nipples prodding and raking along his bare arm. The dusty old shirt and jeans he’d worn were gone, replaced with the velvety touch of her other-worldly flesh and the faint warmth of her laboratory.

“Enjoy your evening, human?” she purred through the haze, her body merely a blurry silhouette at first.

Slowly but surely the world around Buck sharpened into focus. The table he was strapped to with glowing bands around his bare wrists and ankles was bare and metallic, much like the rest of the sleek circular room sporting bulbous furniture and work tops scattered with a mixture of unfamiliar lab equipment. Pulsing conduits of light were etched along the domed ceiling where a single, bright white light cast down over where he was restrained, leaving everything else beyond hazy and dim.

Buck smiled a polite and familiar greeting, despite being powerless and naked before her. That too was familiar, this being the third time this week he’d been ‘beamed up.’

Lyra was like a dictionary definition of an alien that leapt straight from the pages. Barely five feet tall, she had a petite, slender figure with long, slim limbs wrapped in what looked like a silver lab coat. Her physique was vaguely humanoid, with digitigrade legs that jointed at unusual angles and perched her on a pair of toes like she was constantly poised to jump or pounce. She had four arms, each threaded through a sleeve of her coat which was fastened down the front and hung down to around her primary knees at the end of her thighs.

Aside from her bodily quirks, her face was the most obviously alien part about her. Flat and covered in a light grey flesh, she was entirely bald. Her face was dominated by a pair of large, oval shaped black eyes that were seductively slanted. There was no indication she had a nose, nostrils or ears whatsoever, and a pair of pouty black feminine lips smiled as she peered down at the immobile human before her.

Buck tugged at his restrains, silently asking if they were necessary even as he felt them give the slightest bit as his muscles tensed.

“Oh, those are absolutely necessary,” Lyra said airily in perfect English.

Her lips seemed to move a different way to the words that reached Buck’s ears, indicating to him there was some sort of translation at play, be it technology or psychic. But as she spoke each of her four arms ran down the sleek cut of her lab coat, the three digits on her primary hands rubbing over the ample bumps of her breasts and flicking at the ostentatious mounds her nipples were stabbing through the fabric. The other two hands fumbled lightly at the front of the coat, undoing what looked like buttons and pulling the garment open to reveal more sleek grey flesh along her chest, slender mid-riff and sleek thighs.

“The restraints are for my protection,” Lyra continued to explain as she started to pull open the coat over her bare shoulders and let it slip to the ground. “We can’t have a brute like you galivanting about the ship, leaving me totally helpless to stop you from doing what you will.”

She let the raunchy implications of the statement hang between them as she held her upper arms hover up to her sides, while the slender secondary pair under her shoulders set on her curvy, womanly hips. She was every bit as delectable and feminine as the cut of her lab coat had hinted. Her mid-riff tapered like the neck of the hourglass between a pair of birthing, smooth hips and ample grey bosoms that were firm and gravity defying in their perkiness. Ebony nipples stood out and erect, each at least an inch long and tapered to a slight point. A set of darker grey freckles in the valley between her firm breasts matched those cutely speckled on her cheeks.

She stood there, smiling and drinking in his attentive gaze for a moment before letting her eyes linger on the prize that throbbed lightly with interest between his thighs.

“Now,” Lyra said as she padded up close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his bare nipple. “Where did we leave off the other night? I believe we were studying the human male’s reproductive organ.”

Buck chuckled. If he remembered right, and he totally did, that seemed to be the subject of Lyra’s study every time she beamed him up.

Lyra’s smile widened as a pair of purple tongues, one curling up across her top lip and the other across the bottom, dragged lasciviously across her plump lips. “I know progress in this department has been quite slow, but there’s just so much organ to study.” She reached forward and scooped up his rising cock in all four of her hands, gently squeezing and caressing it between her slim fingers. “I simply must catalogue every delightful inch, no matter how long it takes.”

Lyra cooed as she began to pump and slide her hands along Buck’s erect length. One busied itself across his balls, gently kneading and teasing them while another hand gripped his throbbing roots for stability. Another hand firmly fixed her fingertips across his glans, tickling and stimulating the crown while the fourth wrapped delicately around his shaft and started to caress base to tip and back down again in time with the squirming clenches and caresses of the other hands. Her long, dark nipples brushed against his thighs as she leaned down to get a better look at him, the multitude of tongues in her mouth flickering out to taste and moisten her lips with each movement.

Buck inhaled sharply through his teeth. It wasn’t just painfully obvious that her ‘research’ was more about pleasure than practicality by now, it was downright in-your-face. But after so many visits, so many nuts she had made him bust all over that pretty alien face, he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. It was like a normal Friday night at this point to be beamed up and get a free quadruple handjob from the curious alien lady. Seemed weirder to complain about it given there were guys who’d pay good money for something like this.

Lyra continued to stroke his length, her alien hands working him over with a rhythm that played perfectly to his desire. A soft tenor of alien chirps and chimes from the computer equipment harmonized softly in the background, adding to the atmosphere. It followed the rhythm of his increasing heartrate and the spasmodic clench and throb of his cock against Lyra’s long, graceful fingers.

She didn’t hurry. Lyra took her time with every touch, squeeze and stroke, her hot breath crashing like a wave over his sensitive parts as her face was so close to the action, watching him spasm with pleasure in her grip with abject fascination.

“The subject seems to enjoy my in-depth analysis of his genitals,” Lyra said to herself as if she were making lab notes. “He spasms and twitches with pleasure as I inspect every inch. And there are quite a few, as the subject is significantly longer and girthier than the average male.

“The tip is particularly sensitive. Even the slightest rub… ah!”

She giggled as she dabbed the soft bead of precum that gathered at the tip then rubbed it gently over the crown until the flesh was glistening with the salve of pleasure. Buck thrust into her touch, clenching his fists and teeth and feeling his energy restraints shift against his strength. But he wasn’t straining with desperation just yet. Patiently he lay still and let her hold him in place as she played her alien fingers across his erection.

“The initial secretions seem to be for the purpose of self-lubrication,” Lyra noted. “It is indeed a pleasantly slippery and warm fluid. And the smell is quite intoxicating. I wonder, what does it taste like?”

Buck jerked his eyes open and looked down at the alien woman at that. So far, she had been content to just beam him up and jerk him off until he busted across her hands. The first time she’d accidentally taken his load across her face, but had been quite fascinated by the event. Every time after that she would keep a hand cupped over the tip to catch every drop, or allow his ropes to decorate her bare tits as she gauged its warmth on her skin.

This was a step… no, a ‘leap’ beyond what she normally got up to as she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongues. Plural.

It hadn’t escaped even Buck’s simple powers of observation that Lyra’s species had more than one tongue, as several of the purple organs often ran across her lips as she worked. Now though the bundle of flailing wet tentacles were totally visible as they stretched out of her mouth and enveloped the tip of his cock. The texture was velvety soft, slippery wet and warm, much like the touch of Lyra’s skin.

The tongues seemed to split apart at a central branch creating a tight sort of hollow at the base, into which she sucked his cock with ease as three or four of the appendages slithered and massaged along the shaft of his cock.

It was a texture and sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before and he couldn’t help the groans that escaped his mouth.

“And it would seem the subject enjoys this action,” Lyra mused with amusement despite her lips being firmly closed around his cock, indicating some psychic component to her speech.

Her head didn’t move or bob like a well-paid porn-actress putting her all into the introductory scene of a new film. She held firmly, peering up at him with her large eyes, gauging his facial ticks of pleasure as her tongues writhed and massaged his length hungrily. Her cheeks hollowed, applying some suction to the sensation and Buck almost tripped over the finish line, edging just on the green zone of a mind blowing orgasm. It was better than the work Lyra’s hands had done all week, and that was saying something considering the impeccable skill of her hands coupled with the fact there were four of them working in tandem.

Buck could barely think as his moans spilled out of him, harmonizing with the humming vibrations of the ship around him. Her tongues drew back with a wet plop from the crown of his cock, releasing precum that stretched in a thin strand between the head and the tender lips that had enveloped him.

“Not yet,” she sang, returning her hands to his member, now slick with her thick, slippery saliva. The erection squelched between the perfect grip of her fingers as she started her previous rhythmic massage again, leaving no millimetre of his cock unloved by her delightful hands. “There will be plenty of time for release later. But my studies require you remain hard.”

Buck raised his eyebrows with concern, the silent question written all over his face.

Lyra giggled nonchalantly. “Oh, don’t worry. It won’t be too long. Just a couple of hours or so…”

Part 2

As Lyra’s purple tongues wove in and out around his cock like sinuous tentacles, exploring every crevice and contour of his manhood, Buck threw back his head and groaned deeply. His skin prickled goosebumps from the waves of pleasure rolling up his spine, pooling in his stomach before surging back down to collect again at his twitching erection.

How long had this gone on for? How much longer would she pleasure him relentlessly with her quirky but delightful anatomy? In the depths of Lyra’s ship there was no sense of passing time. Buck could have been there a few minutes, or it could have been hours. He completely lost track in Lyra’s unparalleled alien embrace, the touch of her slender fingers and plump lips with slippery tongues delightful and torturous all at once.

When she started to stroke him insistently, fingers wrapping and pressing firmly along his length, he felt that familiar heat boil in his loins and knew that he was only moments from coming.

Lyra sensed it too, her sensitive tongues feeling the swell of his head against the roof of her mouth. But unlike before, she didn’t torturously move back or slow the caress of her many fingers. If anything, the hand on his balls fondled more incessantly and the two hands wringing his shaft squeezed tighter. Her lips puckered on the slippery glans for a moment and her cheeks hollowed for a suck, until she replaced her mouth with the fingers of her fourth hand, delicately stroking and massaging the tip up and down until a flow of precum leaked over her glistening skin.

“Something’s happening. Oh, I wonder what it could be,” she chirped coyly, large black eyes fixed on Buck’s face. “Your temperature has increased, and your sexual organs are swelling and twitching. Like it’s about to… OH~!”

Lyra broke into a squealing giggle as Buck couldn’t hold back from her playful touch any longer. He clenched one last time and released, a pent up cumshot blasting firmly across her face.

A second spurt quickly followed the first, landing on her cheek in a slow, lazy trail that ran down to her lips. She purred her delight and stuck out her tongues to catch the rest of the load as it splatted against her plump, eager lips. She smacked her lips playfully, tasting the delicious proof of his pleasure as another rope of seed burst from his cock.

Buck groaned and threw back his head, still shuddering as the aftermath of orgasm sent a warm afterglow through his body. His bound hands clenched and unclenched against the restrictive bands, his voice a hoarse whisper as he muttered a curse under his breath. His erection still twitched and jerked, a fine sheen of sweat beading on his brow as the last vestiges of his climax faded from his body.

Lyra, for her part, only looked more fascinated. She sat herself back on her haunches, palms up to hold pools of the cum she gathered as she marvelled at her experiment’s sexual fluids trickling down her face and to her perky breasts with rapt attention.

“Fascinating. There’s so much seed. And it’s warm. So delightfully tangy as well,” she said with a shiver, running a tongue over her cummy lips and savouring the taste with a hum. “I must take a sample.”

Straightening, Lyra turned to the nearest worktop hovering nearby and bent over in a way that had to be purposefully seductive. The taut curves of her petite but shapely ass hung a mere inch from the tip of Buck’s stubborn erection which bobbed hungrily for the touch of her supple grey flesh. As the alien worked, scraping the cum from her face into a receptacle, then wiped herself down with a clean towel, her thighs pressed together in a way that drew all of Buck’s attention to the tight little Y-shaped slit between her legs.

She was clean shaven, though given the completely hairless quality of her flawless skin, that came as no surprise. And as Buck watched, the upside-down Y began to open. The V-shaped flap of flesh close to her mons opened, like a fleshy tongue uncoiling to reveal slick, ebony flesh inside, slippery clear fluids forming thick, gooey strings that connected the prehensile clitoral hood. Underneath was a familiar little sensitive nub, along with a clenching opening just within the protective slit of her labia.

The hole was tight, and very inviting. So much so Buck involuntarily surged forward, his crown hovering barely a few millimetres from touching that delectable silky flesh. Something primal and bestial came over him and he tugged and twisted at his restraints. He felt the bonds of light flex and sag against his strength.

Lyra, pretending not to notice him struggling continued to wiggle her hips and wink her vaginal opening at him, humming tunelessly as her clitoral hood beckoned him like a curling finger. Long ribbons of her excitement dripped from the folds and ran in glistening little trails down her slender thighs.

Buck couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have that glossy wetness coating his aching cock as he plunged into her, the little flaps of her vagina gripping tightly to him, clenching and releasing with each thrust.

Something felt wrong. Lyra had done something to him, something that was driving him into an insane lust. He wanted her… needed her more than anything. And he would have her body, restraints be damned.

With a roar that surprised even Buck, he pulled at his arms and the lights around his wrist went out, tugging free of the vertical examination table. Buck then surged forward and moving entirely on auto-pilot grabbed the petite alien woman by the slender waist.

Lyra gasped with shock, but in a nearby reflective wall he could see her lips were stretched into a wide smile, like she planned for this. She arched her back a little more and parted her stance for him, despite her cry.

“By the stars, he’s free!” she exclaimed. “No, stop, you primitive animal. What are you…?”

She trailed off, feeling the warmth of his glans pressing into her soft folds and her whole body quivered, buzzing with excitement. She planted all four hands on the worktop and in spite of her words pressed herself back a little, the puckered, tight hole of her opening stretching and spreading slowly to envelop the slick glans of his cock.

It was all the consent he needed, and Buck quickly fell into the role Lyra wanted him to play as the hungry alien monster aboard this ship. Digging his fingers into her slim waist, which was almost waspy enough for him to envelop entirely with his fingers, Buck pressed forward.

With a groan of relish, he felt his erection slide steadily into her wet heat. The walls of her sex clenched and trembled around his invading length as if seeking to push him back from her opening, but Buck felt his own body respond by sinking deeper until the velvet heat of her sheath.

“It’s too big~!” Lyra wailed, though she continued to press herself back to take more of his cock while her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. One eye ticked and twitched half shut as she vacantly focused on the human member filling her tight crease.

Buck slowly slid several inches more into her depths, until about halfway in he felt another puckered mouth smooch his tingling glans deep in her body. At first, he thought he’d bottomed out inside her already, until he pressed a little more firmly against her backwards thrusts. What felt like it could be her cervix actually yielded and opened like a secondary vaginal opening deeper in her canal. It was almost tighter than the rest of her pussy, and the muscular ring clenched spasmodically as he invaded further into her warm depths.

Lyra moaned with utter delight. “So deep! You’re in my womb, human! You’re going to impregnate me like this!”

Given the comment and her sweet moans, he took it as a good thing and pushed all the way in. Lyra clenched and trembled, her mouth agape in an alien, chirping cry of pleasure. Then finally his hips settled with a soft squish against the small globes of her ass and he sheathed himself entirely inside her.

Though not without some bulge, a distinct outline of his cock pressing through her abdomen, up past the dimple of her bellybutton. Her pussy was completely stretched open, to what seemed to be breaking point. But her supple, stretchy flesh took him all the same and her pussy quivered as it percolated with slippery excitement.

She sighed in wordless pleasure, turning her head to look over her shoulder at Buck as he began to work his hips back and forth. His thrusts were firm and possessive, slapping her grey flesh loudly.

Frequent cries of pleasure flowed freely from her lips as Buck, finding a rhythm, unapologetically pummelled her womb. One hand still on her waist, using the curvature of her narrow hip to drag her back onto him with every thrust, his other hand darted forward and enveloped her delicate neck. Her lips opened in a gasp and she shivered with delight, reaching back with all four hands and delicately letting her fingertips drift over his muscular thighs. Her body swayed from the force of each impulse, her dark eyes glazed over with pleasure as she revelled in being claimed so thoroughly.

Panting, gasping, Buck leaned down to kiss Lyra’s plump grey lips, easily letting her tongues envelop her own as he continued to hump her rear, pussy slurping and slobbering with each pass of his cock. Her clitoral hood cupped his balls, tickling him there every time he hilted inside her tight alien cunny.

That was enough to send him surging forward, unable to control his passion as he gripped her hips tighter and quickened his thrusts. Lyra’s head was thrown back, breaking the kiss as several of her tongues hung out in a dumbfounded expression.

“Science have mercy. You’re rutting me like an animal!” she squealed into the aether. “I… I’m almost at completion! You’re making me… I’m…!”

Lyra screamed, unable to even form words as her body trembled helplessly under him. Her hands scrabbled at the worktop, seeking some kind of leverage to push back against Buck’s thrusts. Instead, they only slid helplessly across the smooth surface.

Buck was beyond caring by this point. The hunger that Lyra had instilled in him demanded release, and his body was eager to comply. He grunted and growled, his hips snapping back and forth with staccato force as her sheath quivered and squirted around him uncontrollably. The waterworks, thick and creamy, poured down his balls and across his thighs until they splattered and formed a slimy pool between where Lyra balanced on her toes. Vibrations of delight rippled down her spine and a big drunken smile spread all over her face.

Lyra’s muscles clenched in an attempt to grip him better as he rammed into her soaked tunnel. She moaned louder, her voice ringing with satisfaction. Her body shook in a symphony of ecstasy as Buck took her from behind, slamming his solid hips into her ass. She braced herself, putting all her four hands on the smooth surface of the worktop, the slapping sound of their bodies filling the room.

“Oh… oh ?fuck?!” Lyra screamed, relishing each piercing thrust as they drove deeper into her slick depths, letting her have every delicious inch of cock.

He closed his eyes, feeling each tight ring of her hot inner cunny gripping milking him to the cusp. Buck gasped, wheezed and clenched, then released, flooding her alien womb with his steaming hot cum.

Lyra screamed as the floodwalls broke, crying out in rapture as wave after wave of a fresh new climax took her. The convulsions of her tiny alien body, slick with sweat and lubrication, gripped his shaft like a vice, pulling and milking him until the last droplets of his seed were emptied. Then the sheer flow of cum like a river gurgled from her gaping pussy as he drew back and pulled out of her.

She exhaled, squealing like air being let out of a balloon, shuddering as she felt his warmth run down the backs of her thighs and pool around her heels. Her knees and ankles quivered like they were about to give out.

Even Buck was winded and he let go of Lyra, leaning heavily on another worktop as he panted for breath. Whatever Lyra had done to him, fed him during his transportation up to her ship or put into the air, it continued to fuel his erection which pounded between his legs with fresh eagerness; like he hadn’t just blown two loads for Lyra.

Still panting, he raised his head and looked around the laboratory.

The area was quiet, save for the hum of machines and the rhythmic sound of his own breathing. His gaze followed the curved wall of the room to where Lyra had been standing just moments before. But the alien woman was gone.

He spotted her further across the room, the doors slipping open and the slender figure on her gangly legs unevenly stumbling out into the bright corridor beyond. She paused only briefly, looking over her shoulder with a mischievous giggle, then slipped away. Like she was trying to escape him, but not moving nearly fast enough to seriously keep him at bay.

Buck rolled his eyes, but with a grunt he pushed himself off the worktop and slowly moved to follow at his own pace.

Once he staggered into the hall, he had to blink away the blinding lights and looking around to orient himself again. The corridor resolved into a brilliantly lit, long space that followed the curvature of her ship that bent out of view a dozen feet to his right.

Sure enough, Lyra was there, standing nearby and watching him with her large black eyes as she coyly fell to the ground with an over-dramatic swooning motion that pressed two sets of hands to her face.

“Oh, I’ve been so worn out by your rigorous use of my body!” she cried dramatically. “I can hardly feel my legs. How ever will I get away from this tireless brute who hungers so for my tight holes?”

Buck chuckled at the obviously rhetorical question as he padded over, feeling quite monstrous given the clear size difference between them. Before long he loomed over her and stooped, easily whisking the alien woman up in his arms. All four of hers instinctively wrapped around him, two about his torso while the upper pair clasped behind his neck. The globes of her ass massaged the tight crease of her buttocks along the firm length of his cock, which appeared thick and powerful enough to suspend her entire slender body.

“When will you ever be done with me, you filthy animal?” she asked smiling.

Buck wasn’t much of a role-player and really didn’t know how to respond. So, he just shrugged, the motion lifting him a little higher by her buttocks. He squeezed tight, then lined up to her stretched opening and slipped back inside the alien with ease. The bulge running up along her flat abdomen was easier to see from this angle and they both watched with pleasured fascination as the outline of his cock grew up along her stomach, piercing into her snug, alien womb and filling her slim figure right up to the sternum.

He then drew back until just the head was snugly nestled into the opening between her Y-shaped slit. His shaft was dripping with ribbons of white fluid, a mixture of his own cum and hers before he slid back into her creamy pussy with a wet slurp.

Lyra’s head tilted back and she sank pointed teeth into her bottom lip, eyes wide and sparkling with lustful energy as they gazed up at him. She moaned through her lip bite, high pitched and pleasant as he filled her just right, his shaft rubbing all the right sensitive spots deeps inside her.

“Nnnhh~! You have to stop,” she whimpered. “It’s too long and thick. It feels too good inside me. You’re going to get me addicted to fat alien cock.”

The words hung between them as Buck pulled back, just like before, then with even more firmness slammed back into her depths.

“N-naughty boy! Down! Off… ohfuck!” she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she smiled. “Take it out. Sto-hahp~! Stop, you’re going to make me cum again.”

He ignored her disingenuous complaints and pinned her against the smoothly curved wall, pounding into her depths with renewed vigour. Her face twitched like before and Buck was quite sure she was cross eyed as he felt her pussy flutter around his sodden cock again.

“There! I’m… cumming… cumming~… ?CUMMING?!!”

It was impossible to tell if her eyes were rolling into her head with her black sclera, but she gave him a good look at five slender, smooth tongues that rolled past her plump lips and dangled, tips twitching uncontrollably around her pointed chin.

Buck instinctively sucked them all into his mouth and kissed her firmly as his abductor trembled around his cock and squirted a fresh load of cream all over his erection. Her long nipples were practically pointed and sharp as they grazed his bare chest and he could feel her tapered, nail-less fingers digging into his skin trying to gain some purchase as her body shook with the convulsions of heavenly pleasure.

He remained hilted and still inside her, but her moans were so delightful it felt like the sounds of her ecstasy were stroking him closer to orgasm on their own. He clenched and held back against the coiling pleasure in his loins.

Not yet. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to keep going after his next orgasm and he wasn’t quite done with her yet.

Pulling out of her, he let Lyra down and she giggled as her fingers squelched audibly around his rock-hard cock.

“What are you going to do to me now, you beast?”

Buck playfully ran his fingers over her black lips, looking thoughtful.

“Oh no. You’re thinking of taking my mouth? Woe is poor little me, to think you’re going to plunge this immense thing into my mouth and breed my throat like it’s just another tight hole designed to pleasure you?”

Even as she said it, she gripped his cock and led him sideways to a wall panel that parted to reveal it was actually a door. Beyond lay what was for all intents and purposes a spartan bedroom with bulbous looking furniture such as a couple of wardrobes, a vanity mirror of some sort and a door leading off into what he guessed was a bathroom. The bed was circular, dressed in smooth sparkling sheets that looked like sequin studded material.

Lyra wasted no time in leading him to it and threw herself feet first onto the mattress. The bed then took off, hovering up into the air until Lyra could tip her head back over the edge of the mattress and line her hungry mouth up with Buck’s crotch. She licked her lips expectantly, reaching out to stroke his length and guide him closer.

Buck obliged, gripping Lyra’s head with both hands as he slid himself into her waiting mouth. One tongue coiled around his shaft, another around the ridge of his crown and dragged him in. She moaned loudly, the vibrations only making his erection pound even harder as another one of her tongues swirled the tip and slithered along the urethral slit.

One pair of hands remained helplessly on her sides, gripping the bedsheets while the other pair groped at her perky breasts, pinching and twisting her own nipples.

Inch by inch he slid deeper into her mouth, feeling the tight muscles of her throat clench as he saw a bobbing bulge appear there. Her throat swelled with the passage of his cock until he filled her right down to her collar, hilted all the way down her gullet with her lips puckered over the roots of his erection.

And even so, her breasts slowly rose and fell as somehow she continued to breathe unobstructed. Satisfied that despite the deep throaty ‘gulp’ she let out that she was still breathing comfortably, Buck held there for a moment, enjoying the soft clenching ‘gluck-gluck-gluck’ of her powerful muscles swallowing and massaging his cock. Tongues coiled and massaged up and down his shaft as she suckled, hollowing her cheeks as she pursed her lips on his roots.

Buck grunted, unable to resist the growing urge to thrust into her depths, filling her gullet with each powerful lunge. Lyra’s black eyes fluttered closed as he fucked her mouth with abandon, slamming into her throat and eliciting wet, gargling moans. Her slender body jerked in response, triggering a series of shuddering convulsions that wracked her frame.

Her tongue swirled and caressed his shaft, coaxing a series of ragged moans from deep within Buck as he reached his climax. The world seemed to slow down as he unloaded almost as quickly as he had begun, filling Lyra’s waiting mouth with a powerful stream of semen before sliding all the way into her throat again and forcing the rest straight down into her belly.

Lyra moaned with delight, feeling the glorious warmth of his seed fill her insides while his salty tang exploded across her tastebuds. As he pulled back, she parted her lips with a playful little ‘bleh’ that blew a large cummy bubble and let the rest trickle up and over her ruined aspect. Black tears, evidence of some sort of mascara or maybe her tears just had an inky quality, formed dark streaks all over her pale grey face, joining with the thick glutinous trails of human cum.

As he pulled out, she swallowed again, feeling the last droplets slip down her throat with a pleasant, thick trickle running down her gullet.

Buck sighed as he watched Lyra roll on her front and try to gulp down any cum that hadn’t escaped her lips. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. This wasn’t like him at all, but he couldn’t deny the rush of pleasure that had coursed through him as he fucked Lyra’s tight little mouth and filled it with his seed.

And even more unlike him, despite every release so far, his balls still felt heavy and full, and his cock pounded with an eagerness to fill Lyra’s body again. He normally would have been spent after round one, but whatever Lyra had done to him, whether it was something scientific in her lab or something innate to her alien physiology, his cock was as addicted to her as she claimed to be addicted to it.

“Science,” she gasped like it was her deity and she was praying to it for strength. “You’ve thoroughly claimed me, you beast. And it seems you’re not done yet. Fine. I’m yours then.” Climbing onto her knees she pressed her hands to his chest and dutifully peered up at him. “I’m yours to use however you want, master. Will you wait for me here? I’ll be back in just a moment with something I’m sure will please you.”

Buck chuckled and nodded, then sat on the bed as Lyra directed him before the slender alien woman skipped off to the bathroom to fetch his surprise.

Part 3

Buck watched in awe as the bathroom door hissed open with a soft, almost embarrassed sigh. Lyra emerged, her slender form bathed in a soft, warm glow from the chamber beyond.

It hadn’t taken her long to clean up and it seemed she’d fixed some makeup while she was at it. Her eyes were framed by a dark eye shadow that matched her ebony lips, which had taken on a glossy wet quality. She wasn’t naked anymore either, though to say she had dressed would be overstating it quite a bit.

Lyra was ‘garnished’ rather in something Buck could best describe as alien lingerie. It fitted her like a night dress, affixed over the top of her bust and under all four arms by a wide black band with the rest hugging her figure like a gauze. It was hazy and translucent enough to reveal her features underneath in tantalising detail, but it was also shiny, like transparent tinfoil. Her erect nipples were on full display with large, dark areola and her delightfully tight slit was already beginning to open on its own accord, the prehensile clitoral hood dripping creamy excitement down her sleek grey thigh.

The gauzy material ended about the mid-thigh, with more of the material fitting her limbs from the elbows down to a quad of velvety black gloves, and her knees down to black socks. The soles like her gloved palms were a bright, erotic red colour that stood out against the midnight black.

With narrowed eyes she stepped forward, the hard soles of her ‘boots’ clicking sharply like a pair of imperious stilettoes. Her slim hips swayed seductively as she approached where Buck reclined, his cock twitching into the air with delicious expectation.

On hands and knees she crawled up along the bed, stooping to kiss his knee, then press her moist lips up along his thigh before settling her face in his crotch. Her lips parted into an ‘o’ and she stuck out her bundle of dark tongues, every one of the wet appendages coiling about the base of his cock and stroking it slowly, insidiously up the shaft towards the tip where she gave it a loving smooch.

Then with a toothy smile she straddled his waist, hands on his sternum for support as she lifted herself to perch the tip of his cock against her waiting opening. That’s where she held him, letting him ponder the wetness of her opening against his throbbing glans in anticipation for several long moments. Then, when he throbbed with impatience, she sank down, letting her tight body stretch around his tip.

Lyra’s lips stretched wide, her eyes closed in clear ecstasy and a sigh escaped from her throat as she continued to slide down his thick shaft.

Gasping slightly from the sensation of being buried inside her alien pussy, Buck put both hands on her narrow hips, feeling the tightness of her inner mouth approaching at the halfway point. The resistance came like a tight little ring that flexed for a moment in their pause. Then ever so slowly Lyra impaled herself deeper on the powerful human cock until she settled her hips down on his, labia stretched wide and clitoral hood twitching and oozing all over his lower stomach.

Muscles knotted and released around him, a low throbbing gush of fluid leaving her insides to coat his length and drip down over his balls.

“Ohh-hh~, science!” she whispered, eyes closed and fingers curling against his abdomen. “I just came just from sinking down on you. All that cock filling me up… it’s so nice…” she panted, sweat beading on her sleek skin.

Buck grunted, bucking his hips slightly and feeling her slick cunny slide with a wet velvet stroke over the full length of him.

She groaned, throwing her head back and exposing the smooth curve of her bare chest and slender neck. Her breasts jiggled with each movement, nipples stiff with arousal.

“You’re so deep inside me, it’s almost too much,” she moaned, her digitigrade legs shifting restlessly against his thighs. A hand ran up along her belly, feeling along the powerful length that filled her body just below the sleek grey flesh. “But I like it so much.”

With one swift movement, Lyra lifted herself up, then slammed herself back down on his cock, eliciting a deep groan from Buck. His hands slipped up and across the soft, silk-like fabric of her lingerie until he fondled the firm flesh of her breasts, nipples grazing his palms through the alien nightie. Gripping her soft globes almost possessively he helped her rise and fall like that as Lyra bent forward, rigorously working her tight canal up and down his cock in an almost masturbatory rhythm.

Her mouth hung open and she was panting for breath in no time, staring lovingly at his face as she worked. She repeated the motion, over and over, quickening her pace as she rode him.

“Yes, yes, right there,” she panted. “You’re mashing a sensitive spot. There?there?there?, I’m going to cum again!”

her head rolled back a little, but she remained doubled over as she worked her body up and down, pussy hissing as it released a torrent of fresh, slippery warmth.

Her body clenched, her rhythm faltering as she quivered slightly. She uttered something indecipherable as a blush crossed her alien features.

Buck grabbed her hips, then gritting his teeth against his own organ’s demands to ejaculate, he ripped her back down over his erection. Her stretched pussy spurted out a small spray of creamy alien girlcum and Lyra screamed at the ceiling through a broad smile, delightful agony etched all over her face.

Getting her feet under her in a deep squat, she started bouncing again.

Buck let her work her alien pussy up and down his shaft, letting his hands slip down to grip her slender ankles. Lyra’s mouth hung open, her eyes closed, and it sounded like she was whimpering incoherently.

Her slit felt like a hot, wet velvet sleeve, slurping up and down his throbbing length. And as tight as it was, the occasional flutter of muscles deep in her channel seemed to indicate she wasn’t far off yet another orgasm. He’d lost count how many this had been for her so far.

With a groan, Buck tried once more to resist the urge to blast his load into her, gritting his teeth as she rode him with increasing enthusiasm. Lyra’s breasts bounced rhythmically in front of his face, her hips slapping against his as she thrust herself downwards with wild abandon.

Suddenly, with a shuddering cry she lifted herself up and his cock plopped noisily from her tight pussy, followed by a spray of wet orgasm splattering onto Buck’s stomach. She trembled and convulsed above him, the sprays of her cum coming in orgasmic bursts with every forward twitch of her hips.

Buck in the meantime grabbed his cock by its base and slapped the tip several times against her soft quim before nestling the tip back into the opening. Lyra gasped and stretched her lips open as she began sinking back down on his erection.

The cool air of the room wafting across his slick, wet member was replaced by the warmth of her pussy and in that same instance, Buck clenched but couldn’t hold back.

“That’s it, master,” Lyra whispered, feeling him swell and twitch. “Cum for me. Cum! Cum! Cum?!”

She felt his shaft ripple and expand with the rush of semen flooding up through his cock before it erupted into her a split second later, filling her to the brim with his virile seed.

Her body shook and shuddered around him in post-orgasmic agony, milking him for every drop. Buck could feel the slick remnants of her wet orgasm, sticky on the soft sheets below, while clinging to the gauzy material of her nightie in heavy patches.

Lyra hung over him for a precious few moments, then with noticeable effort planted all four hands on his chest and dragged herself against the suction keeping his cock hilted in her pussy. There was a long slurp before the crown finally popped from her tight crease and with an audible ‘glug’ his thick cum escaped her quim, leaving a thick white trail along his abdomen as Lyra crawled up his body and planted a firm, passionate kiss on his lips.

They panted for air into each other’s mouth, hands roaming and caressing until both felt the fatigue of their play crash over them and they fell asleep, tangled in their embrace.

Part 4

Lyra rolled over onto her side, her body glistening in the dimmed lighting of her bedroom. She felt wet and sticky from the night before, barely a few hours ago actually, and she could still feel his seed, what little of it that fitted inside her, oozing along the walls of her womb.

Behind her Buck still slept, his firm chest rising and falling with slow, calm breaths. He was on his back, the delicious cock laying softly on his stomach and still gleaming with the sticky residue of Lyra’s squirts.

Quiet as she could, Lyra opened a panel on her bedside table and checked the time. Her ship was being lit up as the sun peeked over Earth’s horizon. With a few quick taps of her dexterous fingers she commanded the ship to move out of orbit. Not far, by her people’s standards. It was just a quick hop of three-hundred-thousand kilometres that would be traversed in just a few minutes.

The craft barely hummed and the shift of gee-forces as they moved was subtle enough that even Buck didn’t notice. He just turned his head in his sleep and sighed as Lyra rolled back and crawled down the bed with a mischievous smile on her plump black lips.

She stopped next to his hips and leaned in close, her warm breath ghosting over the damp head of his cock.

“I wonder,” she whispered to herself, then flicked a pair of long slender tongues out and traced them over the tip of his member in a spiralling swirling motion. Buck twitched in his sleep but didn’t wake up. Encouraged, Lyra leaned in further and pressed her lips against the head, kissing it gently before parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.

Buck’s cock was tangy and musky, and Lyra relished the taste of their combined juices as she began to bob her head up and down, taking more of his flaccid length into her mouth. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Buck’s spine and making him stir in his sleep. His cock stirred even harder though and failed to remain soft under the stimulation of her mouth.

Her wet warmth and the caress of her many tongues wrapping and cuddling the glans caused him to swell, the shaft straightening and the girth thickening between her soft lips. Lyra’s eyes were closed with concentration, like she was savouring the first few hard pulses of his cock coming to life in her mouth.

It was only when he groaned out loud that she pulled back to look up, seeing the human lift his head to peer down at her smiling face.

“Rise and shine. I hope you don’t mind, I started breakfast without you.”

Buck smiled, indicating he didn’t mind at all.

“By the way,” she added a little more seriously, “I had to move my ship around the dark side of the moon to remain hidden. Looks like we slept in a little. I hope you don’t mind hanging around on my ship until nightfall.”

Buck again indicated he didn’t mind. But this time with a casual shrug as he reached over and clapped a large hand over her firm buttocks. His rough palm slid down the sleek flesh of the globe and Lyra’s eyes fluttered with a moan as she felt his thick fingers slip into the velvety flesh between her puffy labia.

Glad he was on her wavelength, she lowered her face back to his cock and took it quickly into her mouth, sliding her lips all the way down the shaft and pursing them about the base with a deep, throaty ‘gulp.’