Biting my lip I let my head thump back into the pillow and willed him to just get it over with. I felt a warm pressure against the puffy stretched outer lips then a similar sensation against my clit. I was briefly confused since I hadn’t felt him withdraw but I was sure I was feeling a tongue sucking and drawing on my clit causing my ass to lift off the table to push against him. His hands held me in place while the hot liquid pressure fluttered and pulled me into a slow gentle wave of heat. Now I was really confused-what the hell was in my pussy if his mouth was working me over at the same time? I tipped my chin down and looked through my lashes to see something that nearly had me thrashing to escape. Suckers! He had little suckers like an octopus that ran from his lower abdomen to my lady bits. The complete freak show aspect was bad enough but what made it so much was worse was the fact that I was enjoying it. They felt amazing! The skin still looked human but there were greenish blue veins running near the surface that pulsed and fluttered as the….as the what? I mean what were they? Tentacles? Appendages? Extensions? Extra bits? Did it really matter what he called them? Because oh my God! They fluttered, licked and pulled with gentle heat. Some kind of supple movement from just inside them tickled against my skin with a sensation that was mind-blowing. It made me think of dandelion fluff, tiny little things pushing, touching and flicking against my darkest places in a symphony of lust. I looked one more time (just to be sure I wasn’t seeing things) and I caught a glimpse of his cock pulling back. Just before he drove it forward I realized that along with the squirmy things he had grown, his penis now had violet colored nodules of different sizes running all over it. Each one rubbed me sending an electric jolt as he pressed back inside and I thought I would die from the touch. It was all too much. I could feel an insane amount of pressure building in my lower abdomen. My pussy was putting out so much lube that I wondered if I would dehydrate and now I was gasping like a gaffed fish. Neck bowed, mouth stretched wide I was panting and choking for air as the pressure built to levels I had never before experienced.
I lost control. As I was thinking of the never ending morphing man tucked between my legs it happened. An orgasm like no other; I was amazed that my body was able to ride it out without having a heart attack it was so strong. If felt like my scalp was on fire and suddenly my boobs itched. Hold clear fluid gushed out of me and if my bladder hadn’t been empty I would have thought I’d peed myself in the rush. I was dizzy and breathless. My aims hung limp off the sides of the platform and I felt the sweat on my skin chill me as it evaporated in the sterile room. I could barely form a coherent thought I was so undone by what had happened. I was boneless, formless and reduced to complete fearlessness by the experience.
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I FINALLY rolled my eyes to his and stared at him. “You want to know about the extra bits?”
I nodded since at this point speech seemed like too much of an effort. “Well to be honest I’ve only seen then a few times.”
My eyebrows went up at this. He continued on, “A couple of times I woke up as they were…um…retreating back into me.” His face took on an oddly embarrassed cast and I realized he must have been having erotic dreams and the tentacles things had taken care of business. Ok at least now I knew the damn things wouldn’t start chewing on me and accidently bite off a hunk of flesh. Creepy? Weird? Yes and yes but there was no ignoring how those things had ripped me into an out-of-body experience that I would gladly have again. I gave a little shake all over like a wet cat just out of the rain and waited for him to begin again.
With a gentle squeeze of his hands on my thighs he seated himself fully and deeply inside me, filling me more than I had ever experienced. I was vaguely aware that the little bastards were glued to the glass, but I no longer cared earlier inhibitions seemed to have vanished in the heat of brute lust. Never had I felt so free.
I lay there limp and passive letting the power of his drive sweep over me. I knew better than to fight but at the same time I was still aware of the eyes at the glass. Why are they still there? Did they expect me to fight? Did they expect me to die? Trying to block them out I twisted my head away and stretched my arms above my head. I could feel my ass starting to cramp from this bizarre dentist chair-fuck bed combo thing he had going on. I grimaced as a muscle protested in my lower back causing my left leg to draw away from him. He kept right on striking home without noticing that I about to get pissy since he appeared fascinated by the sight of his mutant cock doing its magic disappearing act into me with every stroke.
“Hey.”
I got nothing. He didn’t look up. He didn’t slow down. He just got on with the fucking. I drew my left leg further back and thumped him on the chest with my foot, “Hey! You! My ass is killing me from this contraption you got me on. I’m gonna cramp up and then I won’t be worth a fuck.”
He snapped out of his sex induced fugue and slowed the pace of his hips but of course he never truly stopped.
“What?”He just drew back and forth dragging the sensations out like a swordsman lovingly pulling out a treasured blade from a scabbard. Drawing it slowly an inch at time to focus on the exquisite craftsmanship of the blade. At that point I was tingling right up to my scalp from the sheer overwhelming sensations he was causing within my body but I had to move. This table was killing me.
“I’ve got to get off this thing before my back spasms…” I thought to add, “..please..” at the last second. I wasn’t sure what he would do but to my shock he withdrew completely. Patting my midsection with a touch that stunned me he bowed over me and placed a gentle kiss on my bellybutton. He searched my eyes and must have found what he was looking for; in a hopeful voice he said, “A little bite can be fun. A smidge of pain can take you to levels of pleasure you never imagined but I will do my best to never hurt you out of anger. Ok?” He drifted to my side and scooped me up like a puppy and cradled me to his chest. “I have to admit….if you let yourself truly go I bet you fuck like a demon.”
My head rolled back and I barked out a laugh, “Demon…huh?”
We turned as one to the soft click over the loudspeakers and heard one of the men behind the looking glass called out reprovingly, “You must complete the act. You are wasting valuable time.” The shortest one of the insane quartet straightened up and glared at us. His face expressed a deep and abiding cynicism of a man who had found the dark side of humanity and reveled in it. He leaned forward once again. We heard the soft click and he spoke in rapid Japanese. I don’t know what he said but whatever it was I could feel Ryūjin go still and suddenly he felt heavy against me.
Still holding onto me he rushed forward without warning and slammed one clawed hand at the shatterproof glass. The four lab coats twitched back away from the glass. Their faces streaked with alarm as it must have occurred to them he could break through if he got angry enough. Once again the smallest of the mad men just had to take the extra step. He smiled and wagged his finger back and forth as if to say, ‘ha-ha bad boy you won’t get out that way.’ My eyes widened because now I was wondering if Ryūjin would forget I was here and I would end up girl hamburger on the floor because those idiots pissed him off. Easy for them to twist him up without worry cause they were on the other side while I was trapped in here with a man-thing going into a full blown psychotic rage.
He slowly pounded his open palm against the glass while I watched breathlessly completely freaked out but afraid to make a peep. Every few hits he would flex those human yet overly large alien looking fingers digging his claws in testing the glass. The sound was awful; a low scratching then a hard thud over and over as he seemed to forget anything but his dark thoughts. I was nearly hyperventilating because it seemed he was shifting further away from human and I was not sure just how far the transformation could go. I was shaking and my skin felt like it was vibrating from fear.
He seemed to remember I was there and glanced down at me. Fuck I hoped he wasn’t hungry. Ridges appeared on his forehead and his pupils lengthened; black and fathomless. His neck thic
kened as I watched and I just couldn’t take it. I closed my eyes hoping he wouldn’t kill me. A soft pleading male voice echoed through the room. I recognized the tone and cadence. It was Kobayashi. In soothing tones he spoke only in Japanese but whatever he said it was enough to get the dragons’ attention. His weird eyes flicked over my face then back up the glass. I noticed he focused on Kobayashi with an intensity that had me thinking none of us would survive what he might truly become if he ever got all the way over the edge.
And oh my God! Wisps of smoke rolled out of his nostrils and mouth as he screamed his rage.
With eyes that spoke volumes of loss and pain Kobayashi put his hand up against the glass to settle opposite Ryūjin’s. He leaned forward eyes locked onto the creature before him and whispered frantically into the microphone. I don’t know what he said but slowly with each beat of my rampaging heart I saw him morph slowly back. Not all the way of course. Although that would have been nice for me if all the freaky stuff receded; I guess I wasn’t getting anything I wanted today. I wiggled in his arms and he looked down at me as if surprised I was there. His eyes were still a Twilight Zone shape but at least the pupils were round again and the ridges on his forehead were receding. He stared into me with a look I had no words to describe. It was something that was beyond my ability to understand then he mumbled, “yes-Father.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say.
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DRAINED, I collapsed on the bed, eyes shut as I came down from the aftershocks after having survived that freak out thing he had. I was stunned to still be alive. Apparently he was not because he rolled me onto my back as I became aware of his shaft, still rigid and thick, pressing against my hip. Opening my eyes in surprise, I felt him slide inside me again, this time more gently. It didn't seem possible that I could take anymore, but as he slowly rolled his hips into me, I felt every delicious inch of him, and let myself be taken over for the second time.
Moving with a slow precision he thrust himself fully inside me before withdrawing almost completely driving out my fear and uncertainty. I reached down and lightly flicked my swollen clit, seeming pleased at my sudden intake of breath he groaned into my neck and bit down on the tense muscle of my shoulder. I felt his hard length deep inside me once again before his dick pulled out completely. “Ride me,” he whispered.
I rolled onto my knees and looked down into his mostly human face. Grazing his cheek with my fingertips I said, “I’ll do more than that…..it might be my last chance to do anything ever again.” I gave him a smile filled with sin and lowered my mouth to take him in. I ran my tongue in broad strokes over his ridged flesh licking and kissing him while I listened to the shift in his breathing signaling his enjoyment. I continued to draw on him while cupping his balls. He thrust his hips up to meet me and I could hear his breath began to rasp out of him desperately. “Ride me,” he begged. As suddenly as I had begun my mouth stopped. I reared up and lowered my hips down to meet his rigid, throbbing cock. Slowly easing into me his strong, muscular hands slid over my bottom and up my back, lifting my torso up to him, forcing me to ride astride his hips. Seething on the platform as my legs wrapped around his back; Ryūjin’s hands gripped my ass to guide my pussy up and down his slick alien cock. Finding myself staring into his tumultuous eyes and considering the secrets they concealed, I reveled in the fullness of him inside me. Enjoying the view and ride, even the slightest move stirred me from deep within. I let my hands explore his broad chest, tracing across the fine hairs of his pectoral muscles that twitched under my touch. I grinned with the knowledge that for the moment I was in charge and moved my fingers around to his muscular back, letting my nails lightly scratch down his ridged spine. Emboldened by the moan this evoked, I began to move my hips in a deeper rhythm with his bending my neck to kiss along his heavy jaw line and down the tensed muscles in his neck.
With a dark growl, he buried his fists in my hair, jerking my head slightly back to take my mouth in a commanding kiss. His tongue plunged inside my mouth, allowing me to taste myself on him, a sensation that ignited a new boldness inside of me. My tongue met his, just as my hips met his, thrust for thrust. Brazen with passion, I rose up allowing just the tip to remain inside. I paused for a moment searching his face, bathing in the raw sexuality of this powerful drama playing out between the two of us. Slowly I arched back, causing my full breasts to rise up before I swiftly dropped down, burying him to the hilt drawing a joyful scream from my own mouth. I repeated the slow ascent loving the vast fullness deep inside me and watching his face shift in facets of sexual joy.
I became momentarily distracted as I caught sight of the audience that remained behind the glass but with a cruel satisfaction I noted they had moved to one side to maintain a clear view of us fucking like animals before them. I was under observation as I rode this magnificent man, and I couldn't have imagined the pure, unadulterated pleasure that I felt. Oddly I was even more worked up because I knew they were watching and could nothing but watch as I sought my next orgasm.
My eyes fluttered down and found him regarding me with hot desire as his hips began to buck beneath me. His rhythm started slow as I rocked me above him, caressing the underside of my breasts as they bounced along with his thrusts. I began to build momentum, and I had no other choice but to ride his hard flesh in time with his needs, allowing him to control my mounting tension, even from below. As his hips reached a frantic pace he reached down to press on my swollen clit.
The mere pressure from his fingers was enough to trigger the explosion that had been gathering and building deep inside me. Still I knew I shouldn't like it, knew I was being brutally taken against my will. I had not signed up for this but I was making the most of a very bad situation and had no doubt that I was being marked forever-more. I knew it and felt full of fear and pleasure. My head thrashed from side to side, and I bit my lips against the increasing pleasure I was feeling with each deeper stroke of his hotly rampaging cock. I fought against the itching urge in my hips to pump them lewdly back and forth. The more I tried not to think of it, the more I enjoyed it.
There was something so thrilling about being so helpless while being fucked! I shuddered and my mouth fell open as I gave out a half-cry, half moan. The cry ended in a deep moan, a moan as rich and deep as a cello; he grinned triumphantly as he saw my face and began fucking me harder and faster.
I went crazy, fucking insanely, his thick, wetly glistening cock slamming mercilessly in and out of my hideously stressed pussy his balls slapping rhythmically against my thrashing, softly fleshed buttocks. He fucked me with all his might lifting my hips up and slamming me down again, ramming all the way into me. His mushroom shaped head slamming into my cervix. It felt as if all restraining bonds of society had burst inside me. I threw back my head and thrust my nakedly straining breasts up at his face, all the while wantonly pumping my hips up and down. I was a writhing animal curling my legs and arms around his hard body in an effort to take all the cock he could offer.
My mouth was sagging open, my eyes were screwed shut and I moaned with an obscene delight as I tried to grip his hotly plunging shaft hard with my pussy muscles. I saw his eyes squint with delight. Feeling strangely proud of myself I grinned savagely at him and then our needy mouths locked together while I ground my hips up into his groin and rubbed my breasts against his chest. I wanted all of him in me, every last single inch.
He gripped me with his claws nearly breaking the skin, his eyes bulging. He was going to give me the fucking of his life, a fucking I would never forget. I gathered his strength, my teeth gritted. Damn, but that’s sight, I thought. I trembled at his slightest movement, and he knew I was enjoying it. I could feel the rubbery tightness in my puffy wet lips and the taut exciting way my erect clitoris stood up when his pubic hair rubbed against it.
My voice began to waver and rise as I felt the fucking rhythm increase and I worked to match thrust and thrust. I could feel his heavy balls slapping wetly against ass. My pussy juices had seep
ed down into my anal crevice as I fucked him with obscene abandon. My voice was low and pleading, "I love it, fuck me fast.” He gave me a fierce gaze and began to pummel my body with his.
I was screaming with lust now, and it seemed his altered hands were everywhere at once, all over my body; at my hips, my thighs, my nipples, raking across my wildly thrashing buttocks and splitting my ass-cheeks open while a cruel outstretched finger stabbed at my puckered little anus!
"Fuck me, please" I moaned, shrieking with delight and obscene pleasure shuddered through my body as he stilled and made me wait. "Fuck me!"I demanded his compliance but he held back for a few seconds. “I’m almost there….he panted, “Are you ready?”
I kissed him hard for an answer then he closed his eyes and flipped me over. It was so fast I didn’t’ have a chance to complain before my mind went blank with nothing but thoughts of him driving it home. Panting with desire, I placed my palms against his chest and gently pushed him back. I bucked my hips up to meet him as I felt him tensing above me and his moaning becoming deeper and more rhythmic; it was only then that I felt my body suddenly full of a new strength as I arched up beneath him and began trembling deeply. Then I was fighting him like a game fish for release before falling back into helpless spasms of searing ecstasy as another orgasm convulsed me.
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