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Strange Bed fellows.

Any other time of the year the outdoors were peaceful and quiet at nigh, but in the sweltering dusk around her home it seemed to deafen with the sounds of insects and animals as she sat on her porch. Alone in the summer heat her less than modest outfit of a simple tank top and panties pressed against her skin, damp from the humidity and her own sweat. Not as if anyone is watching. She reminded herself, leaning back on her chair as she took another sip, the cool liquid refreshing her throat, a pleasant buzz warming her body. Much to the annoyance of her relaxed state of being though, the swish of her swill seemed to echo rather than splash. Tipping the bottle slightly and grimacing at the view of a bottle with only a bare mouthful left she stood of from her chair, stretching her body, Turning to her home she slid open the clear back door to her house. Only ducking her head a little under the wooden frame, the old small dwelling was cozy, but it was also old, and obviously built more as a cabin than a home. She could only faintly hear the soft hum of the fridge over the obnoxious whirling of the many fans laid in her home, their brief visitations to her bringing temporarily relief from the Indian night. Opening the fridge she sighed at the contents. A handful of half eaten takeout, some aged condiments, and a case of beer.

But tonight was for relaxation, not for writing grocery lists. She thought before reaching her arm in and pulling out another brown bottle. Just as she was about to close it though, a chilling summer gust swept through her kitchen, causing her to jump as the door slammed itself shut. She shivered, rubbing her arm at the unexpectedly freeing air, cracking open the bottle and taking a deep drink. Walking back to the first steps of the porch her serendipity was once again interrupted as the lights began flickering, at first slowly before building up to a blinking crescendo as if some distant person was attempting to send her Morse code. She felt the hairs on her neck rise and ice crawl up her back as her porch lights finally returned to their sanity. Suddenly, surrounded by the thickets shrouded darkness, alone in her home, she no longer felt very tempted to lift her foot another step to her warm chair.. Taking a deep breath she lifted her foot back and slid the glass door closed. Maybe there's better luck in finding R&R from the air conditioned bedroom she mused. Attempting to distract her inebriated mind from the mood killing atmosphere that stuck to her home like tar. Her barefeet thumped loudly on her floor, a narrow, claustrophobic hallway the single obstacle to the solitude of her bedroom. Whatever may be though was not on her side as the lights began flickering wildly, possessed by madness, like the reel of a movie slowing itself down the world almost seemed to be in slow motion as countless flashes of light and dark overwhelmed her vision. Finally as if mirroring her own annoying at the darkness the lights began to flare, glowing brighter and brighter until fill almost blinding her. She shielded her eyes, giving a loud curse when with a pop all the lights darkened, bathing her in senses in blackness. “Fuck!" She cried out in frustration.

Suddenly feeling more alone than ever in her home she took a breath of the stale air, coughing, bringing an arm to her mouth, a faint burnt smell tickling her nostrils. Ah Fuck. She thought. Her mood was now thoroughly soured. It was close to midnight, and with a fried electrical system from the heatwave she'd have no choice but to sweat the night out in a house that suddenly lacked light, air conditioning, and refrigeration. Putting a hand in her pocket she brought out her phone and attempted to turn it on to give her some much wanted light. She frowned when it didn't turn on, the black mirror remaining so no matter how many times she tried. Must have forgotten to charge it. She assured herself. But her nervousness only simmered harder within her, threatening to boil over to the surface. Tip toeing forward to her bedroom the world suddenly spun as something hard and unyielding struck her foot, sending her crashing against the ground with a hard thud. “Shi-" was about as much as she was able to blurt out before the impact caused her to groan instead. She layed on the ground for a few long seconds this time. Giving in and waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark before standing up. A pained throb emanated from her foot as she lifted it for inspection. Still unable to see any detail in the dark she put a hand to it, wincing at the feeling of raw flesh. The only silver lining now was that she wasn't bleeding. The pain focusing her mind amidst the liquor a thought crossed her mind.... What tripped her? She didn't have anything in the hallway, no furniture of any kind in the barren tunnel. Kneeling on the floor she began feeling the floor. A small flare of triumph filled her mind when she found the cause. It feel gnarled and hard, like the root of some kind of huge tree, but it was coated in some kind of thin oil. The familiar prick of ice shot through her mind and she stood up in a hurry, her own fear at the situation giving her mind impetuous to move. Swivelling her body she moved to her kitchen, half stumbling on more unknown roots as she pushed herself to her front, desperate to find some kind of logical hint for what was going on to her, her breath quickening to a pant when she finally reached the door. Swinging it open she found the forest bathed in a strange twilight.

It was deathly silent, not a single chirp or buzz from any insect like they were collectively silenced. Like Dory in the wizard of Oz she had an overwhelming feeling that she was no longer in the same place her home used to be. Instead of the familiar back country woods she was surrounded by a hideous twist of it. Decrepit, rotten woods engulfed her home, carpeted with litterless earth, a dense miasma of fog choking out an unnaturally bright moon. She gave out a ragged breath. “Oh god" pushed itself out of her lips, her voice saturated in panic, the nervousness one beneath her now boiling over into a full blown fear. She almost ran back indoors, slamming the door, unable to look at the hideous caricature of her familiar woods any longer. Gripping her hair, tears began to form in the corner of her eyes, she was going to lose it, a deep primal horror gripping her mind. The urge to fight or flight. But against what, or where? The adrenaline in her body did little to give a clear answer to this dilenma but ti did give a solution. When in doubt, hide. The deepest most secure place in her home was probably her bedroom, it lay in the middle of the house, with at least two locked doors between whatever is out there and her, not to mention plenty of windows to escape... Her limbs were already in motion by the time she had made a decision. Her hand hesitated at the doorknob, that same blood freezing sensation writhing along her, paralyzing her briefly before she opened the door, a hair breath away from outright slamming it in terror. She locked door with a small latch and crumpled against it, resting on the ground, a sigh of relief on her lips. Safety, safety at last, maybe this is all just a bad dream I'll wake up from, may- A dull, piercing murmuring sound like a velvet glove covered in barb wire from the bed laying in the corner of her room interrupted her relief. She stared transfixed, curling herself into a pathetic ball almost too horrified to raise her head. But she did it, unable to deal with the unknown of what lay only a few feet from her. As she looked up, her eyes focusing on the mass that would likely be her end. Illuminated by the twilight from her bedroom window was a hulking creature. Even laying down she could tell it was easily several head higher than her. It was cloaked in pale, slick writhing muscle. Each shift of it's gangly limbs audibly tensing the knotted strength on its back, each vein and every detail of it visible to her eyes. She stayed still. Still trying to figure out if this was real or part of some kind of game drawn from her overstimulated imagination. The creature continued lying there, drawn out ear scratcing breaths coming out one after the other. Only occasionally did it move, causing her heart to leap it moved a sculpted thigh, or brought a long, sinewy arm to stretch across its body, curving along its outline. It may have been minutes, or hours that she started at it, time seemed to be irrelevant, her mind in a hypnotic state of watching this abomination from another world sleep so peacefully. She could feel something else other than her fear right now however. Another instinct from a more primitive part of her mind. It was different. It was warmer. Wetter.

Ever so quetly she moved a hand from her knees, drawing it across her belly as it made its way to her loins. A tumultuous mixture of fear, shame, and curiosity filled her mind as the tips of her fingers finally found her panties. They were wet, pressed against her two digits crawled beneath the soft fabric, reaching her sex with an agonizing slowness before finnall- I'm wet. She gasped to herself, drawing her hand back. Not just wet, she was almost drooling. Her body shivered at the feeling of her soft hand. This is crazy, here I am trapped in my own home with a monster from who the fuck knows where, wishing she could see his other side... She stood up, sliding her back against her bedroom door her hand brushing against the wooden frame as she took a shaky step towards the figure. Oh god if it wakes up, when it wakes up, this is crazy. The voice in her mind seemed to get quieter and quieter as she made her way forward inch by inch. Every step making more of it apparent. Its masculine, svelte body was fully exposed to her. No clothes hid what was now increasingly obvious a he. It's skin was taught like tanned leather, but deathly pale, thin purple veins riddled themselves across his body. She stopped. Just a foot away from him. Thin wisps of chilled breath washed over him, dancing along the organic wetness of is arm. She willed her heart to be quiet, afraid that her booming heart would awaken him, her curiosity and excitement overwhelming her instinctual desire to flee from the unknown. Her eyes were wide as her eyes walked across his oh so close body. Her neck straining and stretching hungry for more of his body, her first stop was his face and she had to restrain a gasp as she looked at it, or rather, the lack of it. Instead of a human face he instead had a smooth head made of the same slick flesh, its shape was separated into four individual pieces like the petals of a bulbous muscular flower waiting to open. Just the thought of what it would reveal when it blooms excited her. Moving down she felt a flush of blood in her cheeks at the sight of his chest. It was thick, covered in such a thin layer of skin that you could almost trace your fingers over each individual muscle fibre. His ribs were bony and seemed to open up like a cavity towards the hard centre of his lithe core. Each breath slowly expanding it in smooth organic motion.

She almost didn't notice her hand reaching at the beast in front of her and paused, her finger tips a bare inch away from making contact. Her body quaked and she took a deep breath, droplets of sweat pricking over her body. I have to touch him. She told herself. I need to know if this is all real or some kind of fucked up dream from my subconscious! Now at least a little pepped she lunged her hand towards his back, closing her eyes, almost afraid of what would happen. Her hand met his skin and the first thing she noticed was his slick heat. His flesh almost felt damp but at the same time heat radiated from him, blossoming through her palm and fingers, the warmth a welcome respite from the humid cold of the bedroom. He moved, his body shifting away from her hand. A spike of fear punched through her chest, paralyzing her. With a deep sigh though he didn't get up. Rather, his body had shifted to where he was almost laying completely on his front, the entirety of his back now exposed. It was almost impossible to think over the sound of her own racing pulse, with a blush and a feeling of shame though, she realized that it wasn't just fear quickening her heartbeat there. She wanted it go stand up, to touch her... Sitting herself down on the bed using the crack of room the monsters shift had given her she closed her eyes again. Clearing the thoughts out of her mind and calming her pulse. It definitely wasn't a dream. Her mind told her as her hand went back to feeling his back, this time subtly moving itself up and down, tracing the thick column of his spine, her fingers riding each bump of vertebrae as she made her way to the small of his back. A thoughts crossed her mind. He doesn't have a single hair on his body, maybe that's why he's so warm? When someone normally thinks of a monster they have images on their head of course, rough skin, and tangles of wild, filthy hair. But not him, he was different, more alien than the imagination of some Hollywood focus groups idea of what one should be.

Her hand grew bolder, a soft, almost pleased sounding rumble from the unknown male's sleeping body. The clothes on her body felt annoying tight on her as she continued massaging him, a second hand meeting the first in her eager exploration. Knotted, thick muscle relaxed under her fingers, another pleased huff coming from his bulb shaped mouth. She started at that face, easily the most exotic part of him, four thick fragmented petals of pale flesh coming together, almost perfectly sealed. She might have believed it was one seamless piece if his steady breath didn't reveal more. Brief views of crimson, the colour bright in the dim glum of the dusky light. A hand crawled up his shoulder, sliding along his thick neck only halting itself briefly as she touched his face, the exotic texture causing hear head to flutter. She pushed the envelope once more, laying her chest over him, she shivered, but this time it wasn't from the cold. His deep brass drum of a heartbreak shook her, the chords travelling down her body, his deep breaths rocking her up and down on his muscular back, relaxing her own tense body. Her eyes felt heavy, drooping half lidded and threatening to close altogether. God I'm tired. She thought. Only now did she realize how tired she was, staying up late mixed in with the constant shots of adrenaline were doing her no favours in her efforts to remain awake. Even with him laying down on his side her head barely reached past his wide shoulders. A hand trailed sleepily down his face, tracing the rim of the sleeping creatures “mouth" before her vision blurred. The world seemed to spin and her stomach lurched. With a loud crack she felt a thump on her shoulder blades and a dull throbbing pain. She tried to take a breath but something was pushing back, choking her. Her vision seemed to dim, all she could see now was the open mouth of the pale creature, it's macabre petals open to reveal a maw of hooked teeth.

A soreness spiked in her limbs as dangled in the air, confirming her position as against the wall on her bedroom, tears welling up in her eyes. She waited in horror, her body tensed like strung iron as she waited for it to strike, for the powerful being to kill her. Seconds passed, it's hot breath washing over her. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run, anything other than this hideous waiting. But the end did not come. Instead he seemed to loosen his grip, giving a few desperate much needed gulps of air. It just “stared." His maw still open, taking deep breaths, the petals on its head twitching, the creature cocking its head as if examining her. The face lunged, causing her to flinch and whimper, but it wasn't to bite or tear. Instead it laid the petals against her chest, the teeth only applying the lightest pinpricks of pressure to the skin. The same hand that was once pushing air from her lung was to her jaw dropping surprise now exploring her middle, the smooth palm practically caressing her gut, wandering over her sides and brushing against the bottom of her breasts. Was it... curious about me? Maybe I could use this to my advantage. The thought sent a warm jolt down her spine. It pressed its head harder down on her chest, catching her breath as the teeth hooked against her top, tugging and pulling against it, causing what can be only assumed is an annoyed growl from him. While she could only view his back from this position, it did give her an ample view of his reactions. Drawing a hand up from her sides she brushed it carefully on his back, taking care to only let the very tip of her fingers reach him. He tensed, pausing his slow exploration. “I'm not here to hurt you." She cooed to him. “I just want to help." She had no idea if he understood a word that was just said, but it seemed to do the trick. The muscles on his back lowered and relaxed, letting her hand hand massage and rub his back just like when he had been sleeping. His tugging on her chest intensified with a cackling whine, forcing out a gasp as he pushed his head against her chest, the dagger like teeth slashing through the material with one smooth motion, pulling its bulbous head back and exposing her breasts.

It's gaze burned on her, her face flushed at the sudden escalation, her thoughts swimming in an equal mix of needy anticipation and reluctant uncertainty. With a sudden and involuntary gasp she was dropped, sliding down the floor and landing on the pillows of her bed, her face now eye level with the groin of the towering alien creature. A hot blush and flush of blood filled her face and groin at the new site in front of her. Formerly just a smooth patch of flesh had now parted, the skin opening up to reveal a long, soft, cock. The member rapidly hardening in front of her as it visibly throbbed. It was unlike anything a human would have, or any animal for that matter. The tip closely resembled the face, a crown of 4 smooth “petals" tipped in a translucent, viscous sheen. The shape was similar to a very stout raised snake, with the head flaring forward, the “neck" was curved ever so slightly, arched with a sizable but still shape conforming bulge gradually growing towards the base. The sides of his cock bulged out slightly as well, growing towards the middle where they reached their apex before gradually slimming back down. The smoothness of his texture ended at his head however. Horizontal ridges lined just behind his head on the top of his member, retaining their subtlety until they reached his thick base where they grew longer, wider, more pronounced. Veins as well riddled the swelling beast, an intricate web of texture that seemed to visibly pulse as she stared at them. Imagination or not however, the male now huffing and growling greedily in front of her was getting excited. His twitching cock getting harder and larger in front of her, revealing more of his delicious geography now that it was standing stiff at an angle. The bulging bottom and sides were both lined with vertical ridges, all far more prominent than the ones on the top of his member, the grooves running down to his base. Along the thickening swells in the middle were clusters of asymmetric bundles of tissue, all of which were still skin close, but raised just enough so that she knew she'd feel them. Just like the top the bottom as well was lined with veins, now shown in their full glory in his erect state.

She licked her dry lips. It looked almost painful for him, throbbing stiff in the air, bare drops of pre cum forming at the tip to run down his head, his grunts bothered and out of breath. It took all of her will power to not touch it, caress it, tease him and tell him how much she wanted to help him. But she didn't want to be the instigator. She wanted him to take her, she wanted him to be the one lusting for her. Instead her hands delved for her panties, slipping beneath the sides. She raised her hips slightly to pull the garment down, in this awkward position only managing to get it to her knees. His reaction was more than she could have hoped for. He huffed the air deeply, his muscular chest rising before he exhaled, fogged breath trailing out of his pealed mouth, his face slowly craning down to look straight down at her groin. He took another deeeeep breath before falling to his knees, his legs straddling the outside of her own. The force caused the bed to groan as his weight pushed against it, his body shifting as he now was leaning over her, his breaths getting shallower and more intense on their draw. She swayed her hips as much as she could trapped against him as she was, her hips lifting up with some strain, her hand dipping to her sex, smearing her the lips of her loins with some of her own femininity, all in an attempt to push him just a little more, to take him over the edge. Fortunately her efforts were not in vain as he brought his two huge hands to her legs, gently but with force, moving them against her chest, fully exposing herself to him. He moved again. This time her breath caught in her throat, only a small whine escaping as he now pressed himself on top of her, his slick, textured cock pressing against her mound in the space between her thighs, his torso hanging over her head with his own maw resting on top of her, filling her eyes with his lithe, exotic body.

She almost moaned again as he began thrusting, his almost scalding hot cock sliding along her soft flesh, his hips slapping weakly against her ass and thigh. Though much to her disappointment he was missing his mark, pushing against her thighs and growling, maybe this isn't what he quite expected? He would need a little more help. She squirmed her arm through her centre, down until the length of her fingers could reach his cock, four of her fingers gently wrapping around his slick, bubbling tip. Possibly it was her cool touch, or maybe just from the sensation of it, but he stopped in his tracks. She looked up at his chest, a free hand coming up to press gently against it, rewarding her with a coo from the monster. She dipped her fingers down, lightly pushing on his hard cock until it was, at least from her angle, properly lined up with her entrance. This time though his arms came around her wrapping themselves over her sides to her shoulders, the soft slick skin hot against her. She kept her legs up against her chest still of course, his thick core ensured that. She tool a deep breath and relaxed as he shuffled his body with the new angle, dropping his hips down ever so slightly as his hips began to start their fluid motion once again. The first sensation she felt was the tip, causing her to breathe in sharply, the bulbous head sliding along her sex in a failed push into her, rubbing his textured shaft all along her groin, wetting it in her own slick juices. This only caused him to growl louder and for her to moan louder in return. Lining himself up again he pushed, this time finding his mark. That bulbous, softly pointed tip spreading her virgin entrance, easily entering her tight body. She clenched against him as he pushed the first inch in, letting her body feel the grooves set in it, something to wet her carnal apatite for what's to come.

His growl tinged moans become even louder, more satisfied as he pushes deeper, the muscles on his hips flexing against her body. The thickness of his cock only dipped slightly, making up for it by the delicious ridges spread along, a veritable bounty of exotic texture for her to enjoy. She climbed her arms over his, letting herself brace against them, feeling his heat and the muscles on them bulge and flex, bracing herself on him. Her foresight payed off as he reached his bulge, the build up of pleasurable thickness pushing and filling her, creating a tightness she could feel that only served to highlight more of his ridges, even the subtle details becoming apparent in this glove-tight fit. When he finally reached the apex of his girth she was a mess, panting and clawing at his arms, digging her nails in vain on his tough flesh. Her legs shook like dry leaves and she was thankful he laid her down like this, because she didn't think she had in in her to stand from the overwhelming sensations. The creature himself also paused as if basking in his own pleasure, deep huffs of air flowing in and out of his mouth. He leans back, his hips remaining still but his back arching in an unnatural angle to give her a good view of his “face." He widens it like a grotesque flower, revealing his maw in its entirety, the jagged teeth in the centre of the bloom oozing hot saliva down onto her chest, the teeth lined petals twitching in the cooler air. With what is a deliberate slowness he lowers his face down to hers. But she wasn't fearing for her life, if he wanted her dead, she'd have perished long before this, so she closed her eyes and calmed herself as he wrapped around her head with the red petals, the teeth laying along her hair and neck with a surprising gentleness, his rows of teeth now pressing against her lips in this crude, asymmetric replica of a kiss. Something else came from between his teeth however, a long, fleshy textured tongue, the soft rows of bumps sliding to her lines, spreading them open like the flower of her own sex. She opened her mouth, just enough to left the tongue through, enough to let the tongue writhe inside of her and coil over her tongue. In this intimate darkness the sex addled noises of their own lovemaking only became more amplified with his body shuddering and huffing another deep bass moan against her lips this time as he starts to spread her further and deeper. It didn't take much longer with the slight decrease in thickness along his cock to hilt her, his hips finally coming to a stop, both lovers offering a shaking moan to each other. She could feel every inch of him this deep inside of her, every texture and vein pulsed and throbbed. She was thankful that's where he ended, because even being this fucking incredibly aroused she wasn't sure she could take anymore without the pleasure morphing into pain.

Her own time though to savour their odd kiss and feeling of utter, true fullness though were short lived, as he had other plans. Groin deep in a willing female he wasn't just content to sit inside her, he wanted, no, needed to fuck her, to breed her. With a deep, rumbling huff in the darkness of his face the fullness in her began to lessen as she pulled his hips back, her virgin tight body desperately trying to keep him within her but to no avail. With an involuntary, half choked cry however that same deep satisfaction returned, liquid electricity flowing up her loins to her brain in a hot wave of pleasure. He pulled back again, starting a heady, eye tightening rhythm, the feeling of emptiness being fully replaced by fullness each time, her own sex steadily accommodating him easier and easier with each shuddering, cry inducing push. She could hardly think, any attempt to do anything but cry out and beg for more choked by his tongue and his hips, their fuck becoming progressively rougher and more impassioned, the springs in her bed groaning and squeaking sympathetically with the two lovers. The alien creature though while intent to breed her wasn't in a hurry, his erratic slaps against her thighs slowly down as he began to experiment. He started to rock his hips, rapidly thrusting at an upward angle against her. The added sensation of feeling his head dragging and pushing against the “roof" of her body was overwhelming, almost bordering on pushing her to hypersensitivity. Involuntary cries and gasps of bliss pushing their way out of her mouth, only slowing with longer, deeper panting as he settled down to a more tolerable pace, grinding himself against her with each thrust. She could feel his base press as well against her clit, the chaotic ridges connecting his member to his loin sending breathtaking shivers down her body.

He seemed to stop his his thrusts in the meantime, drawing his tongue out of her mouth and blooming the petals on his face, panting hard against her face, his arms leaving her body and leaning heavily on the drywall. The feeling of thick, hot alien precum oozing deep inside of her warned her that he wasn't panting and stopping out of exhaustion. He was close. And with her legs no longer restrained she wanted, no, needed to help him go over that precarious edge. Opening her legs wide the woman wrapped her legs around the his hips, a motion in his current state didn't seem to notice. With a harsh yank she put him off balance, the unexpected motion forcing him to fuck her. She moaned aloud, her head rolling back, the creatures own body tensing up, his breathing stopped as if he was holding his breath, a hoarse, animal-like whine whistling out of his teeth as she kept pulling her legs, loosening her grip enough each time to let him slip out enough to push in her again. Her back arched, her core tensing and getting unbearably hot like a ball of knotted, burning cord getting tighter and tighter in her. “Ahh-F-fuck-cum in me cum in me cuminme" She gasped out at him, her knuckles white gripping the bed sheets. She wanted to tempt him to take charge, to give her exactly what she wanted, the woman didn't know if he could understand her, but the sentiment was there, and he responded to it with a hard Throb in her. He moaned again, the sound warbled and out of breath, his hands came down to grip her sides and she took a deep breath in anticipation as he started to pull back. But she had made a crucial mistake, he wasn't some dumb beast, he knew when he was being played. So instead of pulling himself back in instead he pulled out, filling her with a cold sense of emptiness as he laid his sex-slick cock against her groin, letting it sit and pulse there as his featureless face bore down on her.

A wave of shame crashed against her. She pushed too far, he didn't want it to end right here right now, he was doing it for both their enjoyment. It was selfish of her. “Please..." She said, her voice dry and cracked from exertion. “I didn't mean to- I..." A hand came to her face and she flinched. But the hand wasn't brought up in reprisal, instead the back of his long digits caressed her face, running down her cheek. She could feel tears threatening the corners of her eyes. He lowered his face, spreading his petals out against the crook of her neck, the teeth lightly pricking at her skin, his hot breath on her. She flinches again at the sudden wet feeling on her neck, his tongue, working in wide circles on her exposed neck. In this gap of their love making her body was becoming more and more sensitive. The air felt frigid, his body heat felt blisteringly hot, and every touch on her pushed a gasp out of her mouth. Another thick drop of pre from his cock dripped on her mound, the heat and wetness causing her legs to squirm beneath him. As it slid its way to her aching loins the wet, needy feeling of it crawling over her almost caused her to orgasm right there, her body twitching and rocking, lifting her hips to try and meet his. She whined to him, hoping he understood the feeling behind it. The clear fuck me she was advertising to him. But each time she lifted her hips he drew his own away. She shuddered, her legs quaking before dropping to the bed, too tired to continue against his tease. He gave out a huff against her neck that she could have sworn was some kind of cheeky smug satisfaction as he withdrew his bulb from her neck, replacing the heat on her neck with the heat of his hands as he gripped her hips, his fingers gently digging into her ass, holding her firmly and shuffling himself back until his feat where at the edge of the mattress as he easily lifted her waist up onto his knees, leaving her legs splayed out against his sides. He pulled her further up his legs, her sight being increasingly angled due to his height until her sex was inches away from his still hard member.

With a long, clawed “thumb" he started to massage her mound, soft circles against her skin, moving down further and further, her gasps turning to a loud, clipped moan as he found her clitoral hood, his digit pressing softly against the delicate tissue, brushing his thick finger against her button. She tensed, hot electricity climbing up her spine threatening to paralyze her and lock her limbs. Squeezing her eyes shut and holding her breath she fought to stave off the orgasm that once again threatened to rear its head up. Perhaps sensing this he drew his thumb away, letting his claw glide along her skin. A long, drawn out rumble came from the creatures throat as her shuffled his legs back further, leaving nothing but his arms and her weak grip to keep her up. In one luxuriously slow movement he penetrated her again, filling that vacant emptiness in her once again with his thick, pulsing heat. She gasped, hissing through her teeth at the sensation as the strange being hilted himself in her. Wet slaps began to fill her ears and stars began to spot her vision as this time he began at a breakneck pace, thrusting hard and fast in her, giving her no time to think he filled and pushed inside of her unrelentingly. It amazed even herself how long she managed to hold out, but she wanted to wait, to feel him losing himself in her and releasing his seed before she gave up her resistance. The pale creature likely thought something similar as well though as hands gripped tighter to the point of pain, his whole body tensing against her. Unfortunately for him though, it was a losing battle, he had been close not long ago, and bringing himself back inside of his new mate was just too much. His cock twitched and throbbed, bobbing itself several times before thick warm ropes oozed into her. He moaned out, pushing her and himself forward until his body was laying on her in a missionary position, his muscled chest flexing in her vision as he kept thrusting as he came, each new alabaster streak causing him to moan louder into the air.

On her end though it was bliss of equal measure, the second the first pulse of cum entered her, the slick seed filling every crevice of her insides she came, the knotted hot rope in her body unravelling itself rapidly, causing her core to twitch and spasm in long hot waves, the first being the most intense and exhilarating. Her teeth were gritted together from it all, terse gasps hissing through them as he kept pushing harder into her oversensitive sex, drooling rivulets of cum now sliding wetly down her groin to the bed from the seed his member dragged out with its thrusts. His orgasm driven rush of energy did not last long though, the thrusts began to shorten, become less frequent, giving her room to breath. His chest shuddered against her and he put himself down against her, hanging himself just above her head so not to harm her, his thrusts now only coming in weak, increasingly rare movements. He was still hard in her, only the occasional drip of cum now spilling into what is already a large load inside of her, the hot, wet, fullness was a feeling that she was thoroughly relishing right now. Taking deep breaths of his sweat laced scent into her as they both laid in the afterglow of each others bodies. Finally, he took his hands off of her tender lower body, bringing them up to wrap around her chest, drawing her closer to him as he settled down, his breaths like his thrusts now coming to a crawl, sexual and physical exhaustion taking its heavy toll. She could feel him getting softer, more of his aftermath spilling out of her as it slowly retracted towards his groin. It wasn't quite the same feeling of emptiness when he finally pulled out of her, the warmth remained, but she couldn't help but want him in her just a little longer. She saw his body come down, his head now resting against the side of hers, as if kissing her cheek with his bulb. The rest of him still embraced her, one arm against the small of her back, almost cradling her, his sex soaked cock laying against her abdomen as it slowly shrank, a drop of cum still bubbling on the tip.

The woman reciprocated his cuddling, wraping her arms around the top of his chest, her arms wrapping over to his shoulders, her thumbs drawing small circles on the tired muscle. She kissed his petals, feeling his hairless, smooth skin on her lips, she kept her lips there against him. With lust now out of the way, a feeling of mutual intimacy was felt between the two, both now comfortable, if tired and more than a bit wet, in each others arms. But it couldn't last forever. She was dead tired from both the fright born adrenaline rush and their coupling. Her eyes felt like lead weights, pulling itself down and down until just the cracks of her eyes were visible. She yawned, prompting her exotic lover to spread his petals out just slightly to “kiss" her temple. Warm in his arms and satisfied beyond measure and under his post coitus affection she truly, truly felt happy. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting herself be guided into warm and pleasant dreams....

She woke up cold, her bleary eyes blinking away the crust that had build on them. She was home, or rather, her “actual" home. Sun streamed from the window, the rays were warm, but something was missing... she couldn't quite figure out the answer to that question. Her brows furrowed and she tried to rememb-Oh Fuck! Her torso catapulted to attention, her eyes wide and darting, looking at every corner of her room. He wasn't here. She thought. Was it all a dream, some kind of crazy over imaginative fantasy. She pivoted her legs to the side of the bed. But if it was just a dream why am I nake.- She stood up, feeling a very distinct sensation of a rather large amount of sticky fluid leak down her leg. “Fuck!" She said while cupping her groin, trying to stem the flow from reaching her carpet. Jesus. She thought. It was real. She actually did lose her virginity by seducing a creature from another dimension to fuck her... She awkwardly shuffled herself to her bathroom, turning on her shower, letting the hot water clean away what remained of his seed that dripped out of her. As she washed herself she thought about her experience, about what it meant for her. It meant that there was something, or someone rather, from another reality that was affectionate with her, and he rested in her bed, maybe as a temporary den? A home? She shook her head. There were too many questions. But... she couldn't help feel a little ache in her chest as she thought more about him. She wanted to wake up beside him, to have him hold and caress her as they woke up. She shook her head and sighed. She didn't know if she'd ever even see him again but she will try too. She'll sleep in the same bed in the same place for as long as it takes, this she promises.

End.