Lure of Alien Passion
Lure of Alien Passion
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written by Toumal (toumal at yiffstar dot com)
To him it felt like the workday was gonna last forever. The job itself was not a physical exertion per-se, but the heat and moisture of the cracks he had to crawl around in while connecting various pieces of hardware was exhausting enough. And to top things off, they were not alone. "They" being the few humans working on the more delicate parts of the project. The good Salary was one thing, but being on a god-forsaken green planet where all you saw was plant life, was another.
It wasn't the plants that disturbed him however. It was those cats - or whatever they were. They were of course large, furred, and reminded him a lot of earths tigers, exept that they weren't striped. He figured that evolution wasn't that creative after all. He did not exactly like them, but then again his attitude was a lot more positive than that of his other human colleagues. To him they didn't act very bright, despite the scientists who studied them saying otherwise. Luckily the vast majority of them wasn't violent, so he just concentrated on his job and kept contact with them at a minimum.
This strategy had worked for quite some time, until recently. He noticed one of them staring at him several times, making a lump form in his throat. The fact that they were able to talk didn't help much; they talked only rarely and showed no particular interest in vocal communication, except for their leadership which was essentially the only real contact between their race and the humans. All these factors combined made him even more uneasy when he noticed one of the tigers staring at him.
It wasn't a concidence either, as he had hoped initially. Whenever their paths crossed, that... thing.. gazed at him, seeming to devouring him with it's large, amber eyes. He once even noticed the maw quivering slightly, briefly exposing the white of it's fangs as he once had to pass by at only a few meters distance.
After this particulary exhausting day in the cramped corridors of the powerplant's inner computing machinery with it's unbearably hot atmosphere he crawled out of the "service hatch" backwards, feet first. Then he wiped his sweat-wettened face with his shirt and turned.
There he was again. The orange/brown-furred creature stood in the doorway that led to the human's quarters, eyes fixed on him.
Damnit, that stupid animal. Anger welled up, suddenly banishing his fear and making him head straight for the door, intently ignoring the tiger. He still felt his throat tighten as he passed by, fear returning when he noticed how close the alien's predatory maw came to his head. It turned as he went by, the air starting to vibrate in a deep growl or purr, the exact meaning indiscernable to he human. They did not sweat, still he smelled a strong musk coming from the creature's body. No wonder, they all wore little more than simple shorts-like fabrics with strange harnesses draped over their shoulders.
He was prepared to fight that beast despite it being undoubtedly stronger, but decided not to confront it. Slightly quickening his pace he walked away, the tiger remaining where it was. Good, so he got out of the situation without any problems - barely. Once thing was for certain: He would talk to his boss and demand a reassignment ASAP, somewhere far away from these creatures.
Being soaked in sweat like that, both from the hours in the service tunnels and his "encounter", he headed for the shower cabins. Those at least provided privacy, each being a sealed room with a place to change, a sink and a generously sized stall. He took a free one, contemplating for a moment whether he should lock it. Human chatter outside convinced him that he was safe from these things, they usually didn't wander around the human quarters section. He managed to relax somewhat and tapped on one of the control fields, making hot water gush from a nozzle in the roof of the cabin. He struggled a bit stripping off the wet clothes, sighing when he finally prevailed over the fabric. Then he turned towards the entrance of the shower stall, and froze in shock at the sound of the door being locked - from inside.
It was him.
He stood at the now-locked door, gazing intently at him. To say that the human felt uneasy was an understatement. He was locked in the shower room with that animal, standing there naked and all. And then realisation hit him that the tiger-like being was naked too.
He didn't have much time for contemplation as the feline calmly went towards him, facing him.
"What.. what do you want from me?"
What was intended as a demanding question came out as a weak croak. The furred creature entered the shower stall, water running over the luxurious fur, over the orange back, sides and the white belly. Two things came as a shock to the human. First of all, the feline had a sizable erection, deep-red and pumped with blood. Second of all, he was moving forward and entering the stall without doing anything. It was then that he felt the sensation of a large furry and clawed hand on his back, pulling him into the hot moisture.
He jumped, he cried, but a second hand embraced his hips and pulled him in, making him feel like some prey pulled into the predator's lair to be eaten. And indeed the tiger opened his maw, making the human scream and push his left foot against the opposite wall of the stall. That was not so much of a good idea, as the hand on his hips swiftly moved down to his butt, pushing him upwards. His foot slipped uselessly from the wall, cutting his hopes of escaping this animal as he was lifted up and repositioned, the tip of the hard meat of the predator slipping past his anal ring despite his best efforts to keep that from happening. A scream of his was cut short by the toothed maw pressing against his mouth, silencing him in a painfully strong kiss.
He was pulled down.
He coughed and gurgled, crying in muffled screams, sobbing as he fully realized what was going to happen to him. The truth was wormed into him in the shape of the beast's wet and glistening erection, his kicks only serving to get more of the invading maleness into the traitorous rear that opened up under the influence of the hot water. The feline being murred and growled, sending shivers down his spine while molesting him, raping him, taking his virginity as it finally had all of it's forsaken cock buried in the human rectum, arms like steel bars locking him in place, a rough and inhumanely strong tongue infiltrating his mouth.
Then muscles contracted, the tiger rocking his hips upwards, again and again. After each thrust, strong arms lifted him up which caused the alien organ to pull out some, only to be driven home again with the next bucking of those muscled hips. Breaking the kiss, he again found himself looking deep into those amber eyes, which seemed to look into him through his flesh, through his shame. The feeling of the wet fur against the bare skin of his ass was so repelling and yet.. it felt soft. He sobbed, tears running down his cheeks in streams while he was being taken by that alien. He felt ashamed to the bones and yet.. there was no mocking laughter, no gesture of victory, only the steady and demanding pounding into his abused rear. Tiny gasps escaped the human's open mouth, a reaction to the feline's slippery maleness hitting his prostate.
He closed his eyes, the tired head slowly coming to rest on a furred shoulder as the tiger quickened the pace of his fucking. Whiskers brushed over a fur-less neck, followed by ministrations of that raspy tongue he had tasted earlier. He was oblivious to what happened to him, yet wondering why he had ceased to resist. Then further shame burned inside him when he found that some part of him - something perverted inside of him - seemed to learn to.. enjoy this. He did not know why, but his arms wrapped around the back of the wet, furred beast. He tried to tell himself that he just wanted to get more comfortable, and that he did not enjoy it, but his mind instantly recognized his attempts to fool himself as such. The humps turned into vigorous thrusts and the steady growl became a menacing roar as the man felt more and more of his control slip away. It was like the raping was taking more than just his virginity, as if it drained him of his own will, replacing it with something he gradually came to realize as desire, as lust. The repelling smell of another -alien- male's musk mingled with his own and the moisture of the shower slowly turned into a sweet fragrance without him noticing. More and more blood pumped into his manhood, which rubbed erotically against the taut, white bellyfur while he was being mated like a female. That tiger-being's female.
The grip on his body tightened, he was cuddled into wet fur wondering like a child what was happening.
The thick rod that ravaged in his rectal passage bloated, pulsed, and burst into an incredibly hot shower of the tiger's alien semen sprayed into him.
He was sobbing again as he was held like this. Flashes of pleasure wrecked though him. A furred hand traced over his back, making him shudder. His own maleness was painfully erect, yet he didn't think about it. He felt tired, so incredibly tired. The soothing purr of the male who had claimed him sent him drifting asleep.
He woke up on the floor of the shower stall, naked. The water had been turned off. He was disoriented for a moment, trying to remember what had happened. Then he remembered, and felt that terrible shame again. Jumping on his feet and tripping twice, he managed to hurt himself quit a bit before finally drying himself up and slipping into his clothes. His legs were shaking and his butt felt sore, yet.. he could not remember any actual pain.
He scrambled out of the cabin, meeting a few colleagues and cutting the conversations short with mumbled excuses. He was alone again when he reached the door of his quarters, not too far from where.. it had happened.
There he was again.
The feline stood in front of the door and contorted it's face in a strange gesture, a gesture that he took some time to understand as- a smile.
"Would you like to come to my quarters?"
He blinked as he was addressed in perfect, fluid english by that deep, vibrant voice. Nothing like he had any of the other alien workers utter before.
His knees shivered as that furred hand was extended towards him, the same hand he remembered pulling him into the shower stall, forcing him to be mated by that.. that animal.
He wanted to strike that alien face with his fist. He wanted to restore his dignity by letting this being pay for this humiliation. He stepped forward, raised his hand.. and had to grab the offered one to keep his knees from collapsing as the powerful musk hit him again. His own cock was bloating in lust as his heart started to race. Those amber eyes...
The feline caressed his cheeks with the other paw. Wordlessly he turned, leaving the human quarter's area and leading the one who lost his virginity to him into his quarters. The human followed, finding himself powerless to resist, and went to be taken another time this day, knowing full well that he would be taken many times to come.