by Lily Anton
"You feel distressed due to the fact that you desire to mate,” he added, catching her completely off guard.
“I…Well…maybe?”
Oblivious to her rising discomfort, O’dair continued on, tentacles undulating in the water.
"What do you find desirable in a mate? What physical traits attract you? Or is it vocal? Perhaps a scent?”
He was getting awfully invasive, but Satina assumed he didn’t mean any harm.
Curiosity wasn't a bad thing…it was only loose tongues and quick judgments that were.
How was she meant to phrase the fact that she pretty much only slept with aliens these days? And even then it was few and far between.
She racked her brain for a solid (or at least a semi-satisfactory) answer for O’dair's question.
"It's difficult for me to give you an accurate depiction of what I look for in the people I have sex with," she paused, wondering why she was even continuing this conversation. "…humanoid, but not human per se, is a pretty good place to start."
"You find interspecies relations ideal."
"Oh, I…yeah I guess that’s it," Satina huffed a small laugh, rubbing the back of her neck.
It was one thing knowing it, but another thing entirely for her to admit it; even if it was something that had seemingly become common knowledge among her team.
Satina chanced a glance upwards to see the expression on his face, and was relieved to find that it wasn't one of distaste, or displeasure but simply genuine curiosity.
She was intrigued to find that O’dair's skin had begun to change to a light, blue-ish hue, and thoughtlessly attributing it to the change in environment and temperature.
"Do you usually lose your balance when another causes your arousal?"
Satina would have spit her drink had she had one, but instead, scratched at the back of her neck, casting her eyes to the side.
"Uh, no. No. I definitely wouldn't be doing a whole lot of walking if that were to be the case. As I mentioned before, it's just…on occasion."
"So, you are then currently in a state of arousal, and therefore, willing to mate with members of another species."
Satina had to seriously consider whether or not she actually wanted to respond to that, and what she wanted to respond with.
Although she supposed…
What did she have to lose towards someone that didn't perceive things in the same way that humans did?
Her pride? What pride?
He didn't seem to be at all fazed by the concept of Satina being more than a little turned on, which was more than she could say for a lot of people. In fact, O’dair just seemed…interested.
Fascinated, even.
She drew her knees up towards her chest, elbows resting on top of them.
"Uh…" she cleared her throat, suddenly feeling a little hot beneath the collar, "Your, uh…Your…tentacles."
"My tentacles..." O’dair repeated, unsure.
Satina offered him a half-hearted nod.
"This is really awkward, I'm not going to lie," Satina paled, rubbing at her temples.
"I do not believe that I understand your implication."
"I have an active imagination," Satina began, "And I fantasize a lot. I'm…just curious, that's all. About…what they're good for, what they can do…"
She shook her head in disbelief, a somewhat self-deprecating smile on her face.
"My tentacles arouse you," O’dair supplied helpfully, an odd expression crossing his face when Satina nodded again.
A few seconds of extended silence later and Satina was ready to jump up and leave, Kandann’s research equipment be damned.
"Please come closer, Satina." he murmured, causing her to suck in a soft breath.
He had phrased it like a request, but Satina had reason to believe that she didn't have much in the ways of options either way.
Not that she had a problem with that.
She winced as she got to her feet; legs unsteady, breathing uneven.
It took a few seconds to gather her bearings before staggering forward, leaning slightly against the glass of the tank while trying to keep her breathing steady even as though she could feel herself trembling.
Even if she'd considered it, there was no possible way to feign being unaffected; her face was flushed, her underwear damp with want, and every inch of her body felt like it was throbbing with arousal.
Satina wanted.
She looked up into O’dair's eyes…gauging, searching, licking her lips and taking note of the way the Nagarren’s eyes dropped down to track the movement.
So distracted was she, that she jumped when she was met with the sensation of what she could only imagine to be tentacles…inching down her shoulders…her back, and outright moaning when one of the curious limbs slipped up the front of her shirt.
Her forehead met the glass with a faint yet audible thunk.
Self-control felt non-existent at this point.
"Do you desire to mate with me, Satina?"
What?! Mate with him? No fu-
"Yes," Satina began, eyes fluttering shut, a soft gasp escaping her as her arousal spiked. "God, Yes. Please. Please."
What kind of sight did she make? How desperate did she look?
She felt like she was about to burst…and she wasn't entirely sure that she wouldn't.
Satina startled when more of his tentacles began to surface…inching their way over…down the side of the tank, and directly onto Satina's body; dexterous enough to begin pulling at her clothing and stripping her bare in seemingly no time at all…
…or, perhaps, Satina's sense of time had become skewed in the heat of the moment.
"What are you doing to me?" Satina whimpered out between pants; a figurative question as her pussy was painfully wet.
"My pheromones seem to be influencing you," he murmured with a formal tone that sounded completely unphased…like he wasn't even breaking a sweat as he all but took her apart.
While they were slick from the water, the tentacles weren't slimy like Satina had, perhaps, imagined them to be…no film left behind as they moved, roaming over her body, wrapping around her limbs and tightening experimentally.
Before Satina even realized it, she was suspended in mid-air, tentacles wrapped tightly yet gently around her, squeezing around her thighs and waist…two more appendages joining the three already wound around her as they curled around her wrists and arms…rendering her completely helpless.
She could almost swear that she'd never felt more naked, more exposed, as her legs were slowly spread apart.
Yeah, Satina thought in a daze, this is happening.
It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before…better than even her greatest, darkest fantasies and sex dreams.
Maybe she should have felt some concern at being so vulnerable under O’dair's stare as she surrendered to his touch, but it was like she was drunk off of it instead, toes curling with the sensation of the suckers lining the underside of each tentacle…dragging across her skin, attaching and releasing experimentally.
She couldn't stop a full body shudder when another tentacle slid down her chest…noticeably slicker than the others holding her in place, and leaving a trail as it traveled lower and lower, grazing almost curiously over her soaking center before finally slipping in between her obscenely spread thighs.
There was no teasing, no playfulness, and Satina's breath hitched audibly when it started working its way inside of her with almost practiced ease.
In design, the Nagarren’s tentacles were able to extend and contract at will…enabling O’dair to easily slip its tip inside of her soaking pussy…gradually filling her inch by exquisite inch.
It was hot, Satina registered dazedly, taking note of the way the trail it had left behind was warming her skin, leaving behind a faint tingling sensation.
The warmth within her, in combination with the surprising heat of the tentacle working into her, made her feel like every nerve ending was on fire with pleas
ure.
A thick sap-like fluid dripped down her thighs from where it was being pumped into her, slicking her up, and overflowing from between her legs. It almost felt gross, and should have, but all it served to do was turn her on even more.
Satina felt like she was burning up from the inside-out with pleasure she didn’t think was humanly possible.
Although, that made sense considering the male that was fucking her wasn’t human.
The tentacle slowly pumping into her withdrew slightly, only to slam back into her pliant body, causing her to shout in surprise as O’dair began setting the pace…firm and unyielding as he pistoned into her.
Although Satina couldn't see it, alarm overwrote O’dair's features when he realized that there were tears streaming down her face, eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he stopped.
Satina's eyelids fluttered open when a cool palm cupped the side of her face.
A thumb swiped over her cheek as she caught the frown marring O’dair's surprisingly expressive face.
"Are you upset? Am I not pleasing you?" O’dair began almost warily, as if scared of the answer.
And then finally, a little more quietly, "Why are you upset?"
Satina sniffled, let out a small embarrassed laugh she finally registered both what he was saying and what he was referring to.
"No, I-" her voice cracked, causing her to clear her throat. "I'm not upset."
Satina shook her head, considering her words carefully
."This is just…overwhelming…how I’m feeling…I-“
Before she could finish, she was drawn up over the side of the tank and pulled into the tepid water.
She barely resisted the urge to sigh, making a mental note that O’dair seemed to take things very literally.
"Do you prefer to be in water?"
She would have laughed again but O’dair looked at her with those large expressive eyes, his tentacles practically cradling her.
"What I meant was… this feels a little detached, being held so far away from you and not being able to touch you."
Satina gave a self-deprecating chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief, "Sorry. I'm just…I'm not used to this. With the…the tentacles, and stuff…"
O’dair drew her closer, causing her to sigh in pleasure as their bodies touched, the grip of the tentacles around her arms relaxing and allowing her to wrap her arms around his shoulders.
Almost instinctively, she tucked her into O’dair's neck.
"Is this more suitable?"
"Y-Yeah. This is good. You can…please keep going."
O’dair nodded, the tentacle buried inside her picking up speed again and thrusting back and forth with a steady, smooth flow that no cock would ever be able to hold a candle to.
Satina’s toes curled from the stretch as the tendril reached deep inside of her, the heady fog from her arousal settling over her once more and clouding her thoughts; every part of her was purely focused on the feeling of O’dair's form against her own. The comfort of her body being embraced, caressed, and cared for as the tentacle continued sliding into her with delicious friction…all accompanied by the soft lapping of the water surrounding their joined bodies.
It felt infinitely more intimate, being held so closely…
It felt like it meant something, even though Satina knew that wasn't the case…couldn't be the case…
O’dair had known her for a few hours at most, and while Satina had undeniably felt a strange connection with him (something she couldn't even begin to understand), Satina wouldn't delude herself into believing that the feeling was mutual.
She wasn’t even sure whether a Nagarren (or this one in particular), was capable of such a thing.
At some point, another tentacle found her mouth, gently pressing itself between her parted lips and into the warmth of her mouth, remaining firmly in place…as though just seeking out the heat and tightness of her throat before she felt something hot begin to fill it.
Just the feeling of being filled from both ends…
Satina’s orgasm hit her before she even realized it; crying out sharply as her body jerked in O’dair's firm grasp, her walls tightening around the tentacle continuing to fuck in and out of her slick heat.
She jerked with pleasure as he writhed inside of her, hitting that spot deep within her and catching her off guard as another climax overcame her.
Black spots dotted her vision as she let herself go, feeling something hot and viscous being released within her, the tentacle responsible expanding and sealing itself there.
Satina breathed heavily, moaning in discomfort when something nearing painful ignited inside of her.
In seconds, she felt her eyes closing of their own accord, her body beckoning her to sleep.
CHAPTER 4
"Satina…" O’dair murmured, voice quiet and soothing as his fingers caressed her temples.
He'd removed them both from the tank; the alien seeing it fit to move her somewhere where she could rest more comfortably.
Slowly, Satina began to stir, eyelids fluttering open as she took stock of her body and surroundings, struggling to recall what had occured in the moments before she'd lost consciousness.
The exact details were unclear, but she could vaguely remember being filled…as well as the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced.
Followed by some discomfort, and then…nothing.
Regardless, there were seemingly no traces of that discomfort any longer, leading Satina to believe that perhaps she had just remembered things incorrectly altogether.
The slight soreness between her legs told her that they had, indeed, had sex…but how events had actually occured, both beforehand and afterwards, were another story entirely.
"I feel like shit," Satina muttered groggily, voice raspy; likely from screaming herself hoarse.
"Where… are we in my room?"
"Presumably."
A few moments pass in silence, as though O’dair was carefully considering his words.
"I brought you to where I assumed you would be more comfortable. This seemed…appropriate for that purpose."
Satina turned her head from side to side, squinting in the darkness of the room.
In digging her fingers into the plush bedding, she was able to discern that it was, in fact, her own room.
At O’dair's phrasing, she smiled a little. "Honestly, you're…fairly spot on, here."
"Spot on?" Genuine confusion laced his words.
"Yup. I spend a lot of time in my bed…"
That had no come out the way she had intended, but clearly it went over his head as he nodded.
"I see.”
Satina didn't possess the energy to decipher what that meant.
"Thank you."
"Thank me? For what?" Satina raised an eyebrow.