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The Alien Who Towered

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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A mini-story featuring erotic size difference play.

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She was huge, a domineering force of a woman – though she was not just a woman. With a huge, domed skull encompassing a brain better suited to her enormous size, the alien towered, four pairs of eyes blinking in perfect time with one another, turning her head back and forth, scanning the area. Yet all that was there was one human, a man who had flung himself trembling on the ground before her, eyes barely daring to glance up at her mottled green and grey skin, which gleamed faintly as if she was damp.

“Human..."

Her curiosity was perked. Why was he not wearing clothes, like the other humans that had fled from her? Not that she was there, of course, to cause any of them harm, although she knew that the presence of her fleet and herself there, towering above them as a giant queen of space, was worrying. They would know their true meaning of being there, offering friendship, after the translators did their work, though she knelt down for him, double the height of the square structures that must have been the living quarters of so many different humans.

Far from quailing, the human, who was bare but for his natural, fleshy skin, whimpering and lifted his hands for her, eyes shining, gleaming with adoration for her. There was something there, something between them that could not so easily be explained away, his lips parting sensually for her, the cry of a mating partner breaking the air.

She shuddered. Oh, she knew that when she heard it... Such a low, throaty moan... It could not be mistaken for anything else, not even as he ran for her, lunging into her hands, letting her lift him up, rising higher and higher. The little member between his legs was not ridged like that of her own kind but it was serviceable enough as she rubbed and manipulated him, letting him squirm into her hands, wriggling and moaning.

“Ohhh... Yes... Please... More..."

She didn't know what those words meant – not yet, at least. That would come in time as her new friend came to see her time after time again, joining together lustfully, her thumb pressing gently over his cock, stroking, squeezing. It took such light pressure from her fingers and palms to please him, holding him high, fascinated by how his small body responded so easily to her touch.

It was not expected, but something blossomed between them in that moment, during the course of that day. She seated herself, tucking her long, flexible tail to the side, watching him from all angles, fascinated. When she rubbed his shaft hard enough, he shot his load – though it was nowhere enough seed to impregnate one of her species, as arousing as the thought was to her. He was delightful, clinging to her hand, rubbing his face into her fingers, pressing in closer and harder, grinding against her palm with the passion and fervour of one that only knew one thing and one thing alone.

He needed it. It was obvious to see. She even tried to let him down several times so that he could go along his way but there was nothing that the human wanted more. With a head of dark hair, there was more lightly covering his body, catching her attention as she lifted him to eye level – well, the level of her eight eyes. He seemed as drawn in by those as he was by the rest of her, standing shakily on her palms, though his legs quaked more than he was able to say.

His lips moved and she lifted him in closer, those lips of his pressing to his, her mouth so large that she could have so very easily taken his body into her mouth and down her throat. It would have been a simple endeavour and yet she allowed him to press his maleness up against her lips, humping and grinding, sliding over the smooth, damp surface, pressing in, a smear of pre-cum lingering there in a gleam before her tongue swept out and over her lower lip.

The human moaned and she tried again, shivering with pleasure, her arousal up with the odd scent of his lingering in the air between them. Maybe he knew it in another way, though she did not hesitate, lapping and swirling her tongue around him, saliva drooling, coating him thickly. The man whimpered and pushed his arms into her mouth and she closed her lips on them gently, suckling and teasing, letting him feel out the thick, wet appendage of her tongue in his own time, for there was to be no rush between them.

First contact, after all, was a very important endeavour for her. And she would take all the time in the world as she suckled softly on him, even allowing him to tease deeper, feeling out the edge of her soft teeth, which she could even see were similar to his.

Her heart surged. So, they were alike. How wonderful...

Still, it was a moment that she could not have understood in any other way if not in that time. All good things came in time as she whimpered and lapped up his seed, though most of what disappeared back into her mouth was her own saliva. That was fine and good, something to draw up the wiles and pleasures of passion, learning about one another as a species as he murmured and murmured to her, lust contained within despite neither speaking the other's language.

Not yet, at least. That would come.

But they could enjoy one another in that moment still, his seed trickling forth, spurt after spurt of orgasmic pleasure coursing from him. Still, he needed it all, all so very much, and she would do all she could to take care of her new little human, a man who could give her so much joy as they grew to learn and know more and more about one another.

She might have towered, but her heart swelled two sizes that day, just for her new little man.