Though she said nothing, it was quite the opposite. The snake slowly began to wind it's way around her thigh. It was far longer than she'd expected, especially out of a probe. She was even more surprised when a second one wiggled out and wrapped around her other thigh. His free hand slowly trailed down her arm and to her face, caressing her body while the two tentacles, for what else could they be, worked their slow way up her thighs, tightening.
A soft gasp escaped her lips. He lay his free, large hand across her lips, stifling her moan.
“Quiet now. Wouldn't want the rest of them to know what I am doing to you, would you?”
She shook her head slightly, and he held his hand over her mouth for a bit longer to make sure she understood. The heads of the tentacles began to worm their way under her skirt while the flippered hand moved slowly down her neck, caressing her.
The head of one finally reached the apex of her legs, and somewhat roughly began to work at her underwear. He did not betray any frustration as his hand moved to her breast, squeezing it through her clothing. The second tentacle wormed it's way in as well, though neither could quite make their way to her most intimate parts. Suddenly both of the snakes constricted around her thighs and pulled them apart, causing her skirt to hike up. This allowed both of the probes easier access to her underwear, which they simply pulled away from her skin until it tore.
Above, her hands were still pinned above her head, and Vrozna was working quickly at the buttons of her shirt, adept for one who had only two fingers. One of the tentacles had slid it's whole way down her slit, laying over her clit, her tight hole, and her virgin ass. It began to wiggle back and forth, stimulating her. Another gasp that could be nothing but pleasure escaped her throat.
A slightly annoyed growl sounded deep inside her mind. “Now now, you must be quiet my beauty. We must not attract any attention.”
He kept saying that, but she wasn't sure why. Surely this was not the first time a couple had been together primally in one of these back booths. After all, why did the curtains close? When she looked to him with questioning eyes he did not answer. Instead, he simply kept massaging her most intimate area.
And so Nora did something she'd never allowed herself before to do. She relaxed. She was in a private area, with a man whom she'd just met, whom she'd never seen his face. She didn't even know what species he was. Yet he seemed to know exactly how to make her body react. Part of her felt that what she was doing was revenge for what her fiancé had done to her. Most of her knew that she was simply too lost to lust to stop.
And was it so wrong? The idea of someone she'd never met wanting her so badly as to take her in the back of a crowded bar? Was it wrong that he already was giving her more pleasure than her fiancé ever had? Was she wrong to want that?
Lost in her thoughts, which she too late realized that he could probably see, he slowly edged his slick tentacle into her tight, warm hole. He'd only just finished with the buttons, exposing her bra when she moaned again. She couldn't help it. The second tentacle had begun to massage directly at her nub.
His hand shot from her breast to her mouth. He shook his hooded head at her. He stopped all movement of his tentacles and removed the hand that had held her hands up. For one frightened moment she thought he was done with her. Instead, he was using her own shirt to tie her arms behind her back.
“You are occupying too many of my hands, lovely. And I had no idea your people were so loud. Exhilarating.” He took another long swig of the whiskey, then lay the same glass against her lips, pouring a sizable sip down her throat.
“Fortification,” he said, the voice in her head dripping with need. “For what is to come.”
As he stayed next to her, he slowly removed his gloves. She watched, wide eyed, as the flipper came into view. But that was wrong, now that she saw it. This was the first time she'd actually seen his skin. It was a pale, true white, unlike the peach color that her kind called white. Dark red veins ran along the edges of the skin of his hand. The thumb was strange enough, tentacle like in it's own way, with even a head at the top. But the rest of the hand is what held her attention.
It was flat and elongated, thick down the middle but as if a human male had fused all of his fingers together and stretched them. But at the center, where a middle finger would be, instead all of the red veins bunched together around a hole.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
Even his hands were erogenous.
CHAPTER 3
She felt herself struggle again, but the knots he'd tied in her shirt kept her from moving her hands. Once again the dark laugher caressed her brain.
“It is not so bad, my lovely. Isn't it nice to try something new?”
He had not covered her mouth, but the tentacles between her legs were beginning to move again, one trying to worm into her slit, but taking its time and moving back and forth. The other, slick with his and her juices, simply kept massaging her clit.
“Why do you, why are they in your hands?” She asked, frightened but unwilling to run.
He looked down at his hands, turning them over as if to see what she did. “Our women are difficult to impregnate. Our evolutions have allowed us to create copious seeding opportunities.”
She nodded and he pushed his hand towards her lips, slowly rubbing it along them. She could feel his juices already beginning to leak onto her.
“I have heard,” he began, deep in her brain, “that your human women do something that I've not yet found in other aliens.”
He slowly pushed the hand-dick monstrosity between her lips. The two probes at her nether regions began to work more vigorously.
“I've always wanted to try this,” he continued. “Legends are made of the human mouth.” He continued to push inside, her jaw having to widen considerably to take it all in. “Also,” he spoke darkly, “keeps you quiet.”
He pushed and wiggled his way into her mouth, until the hole was touching and curving down the back of her throat. His thumb lat outside of her lips, quietly caressing her cheek while the rest of the hand-dick settled inside.
She could feel a low moan inside her. He pulled his hand out, and pushed it forward again while she watched, only able to stare at the hand since she could not see his face.
His other hand tightened against her shoulder. Though the two below kept up their ministrations, it was clear all his attention was focused on her mouth. He slid out then, and slammed back into her. Once more, harder.
Once he'd seemed to be getting the rhythm, his hand pushing in and out, quickly, just as a human male might, she decided to add a little more to the table. Her tongue began caressing upwards as he plunged in, darting down the length as he pulled out. The moans inside her head were growing louder.
She began to suck. He was surprised by that. Suddenly his careful rhythm slipped, and she could tell that it was more than he could take. He floundered and shoved his hand deep inside of her exploding it the back of her throat. Stream after stream escaped his hand and coated her esophagus.
His screams echoed in her brain.
CHAPTER 4
He finally extracted himself from her lips and let his hand fall to the booth, heavily. White, thick liquid was still pouring from the long hole, and she could taste it still on her lips. It was not so different from her fiancé's. She swallowed every drop.
He took a long moment to catch his breath. He slipped the glove back on the expended hand, and used the other one to bring the last of the whiskey to his lips. He then took her glass and poured the rest down her throat.
“They did not exaggerate about human females, my lovely Nora. But I have so much more I wish to do to you.”
The strength in his tentacles was enormous. He easily lifted her and moved her to his lap using only the hold they had on her thighs, and the one that had wormed a couple of inches inside of her. She sat straddling him.
As she did, she felt something different inside his pants. She had believed the two tentacles and the hands were the ext
ent of his organs, but the monster that now stretched between her legs begged to differ. He used the two tentacles to move her up and down the length, though it was still in his pants.
He lifted her with the tentacles just enough to free his massive cock. It was bigger than anything she'd seen in any porn, certainly anything she'd seen in real life. As it lay between them, stretching hard and long, she had to note the similarities between what she'd had before. It was shaped almost the same, with a mushroom head, but the chalky white was dotted with the same red veins instead of the purple monsters she'd seen before. It was so engorged as to be going pink. She gasped again just looking at it.
“I had meant to draw this out, lovely. But I must have you. You understand.” He lifted her up with the tentacles and lay the head against her slit. But it was far too large, She simply sat atop it, as if it were a stool.
He laughed darkly at her predicament. “Don't worry, my pet. We shall make this work.” He used his tentacles and a hand on either hip to slowly rub her body along his thick dick. She watched as her juices began to coat him, running down all of the sides.
“Ah yes, exactly. Your body knows what to do. This will hurt.”
He did not give her time to comprehend, he simply used his whole strength to yank the extremely large head into her tight, nearly untouched slit. She screamed and his unused hand darted into her mouth.
“Shh. I've explained. You must not make any noise.”
It was too big for her by far. She was absolutely amazed that it had gotten in as far as it had. The head now lay, cruelly pulling her canal apart. She knew that humans had quite a bit of elasticity in their body parts but she never expected that it would be going in instead of coming out.
For his part, Vrozna had settled back into his seat, one hand slowly working it's way into her mouth, not to orgasm but merely to keep her quiet. The other hand began to explore her free breasts, playing with the nipples, pinching them, watching her reaction. The two tentacles kept her steady on top of the massive dick. She was slowly sliding down it. Gravity and her natural lubrication were doing their jobs.
But he was taking no chances. He let the ends of each of the tentacles play, both massaging and vibrating along her clit. She could feel the pleasure building, and every time she began to moan, his hand would move back and forth inside her mouth, insistently.
He was in no hurry. He seemed to understand how massive he was and what a trial it was to dive deep inside of her small hole. That he was excited she had no doubt. Occasionally the massive dick would tremble inside. He was taking up every inch, her canal was having to expand insanely large to accommodate him.
It seemed an eternity, but finally he had sunk every inch of that long, fat dick into her. She looked down and could actually see the outline he'd caused inside of her stomach. She wanted to reach down and touch it, but her arms were still pinned behind her back.
“You feel so amazing, my lovely. I have never been so deep inside.”
Nor had anyone been so deep inside of her. She could feel him all the way inside her womb. She never knew a man could reach so far inside of her body, but there he was. In her throat, in her womb, in her mind, she had never been so invaded. She was laid bare to a man whose face she had never seen.
He picked up on that thought. “If that is truly what you wish.” He pulled back the black hood.
CHAPTER 5
She would have screamed if his hand-dick had not prevented it. She had still to this point imagined something nearly human with strange phallic hands, but never what she saw.
He simply had no face.
His head was shaped like a human's, bald and the same pure white as the rest of his skin. The red veins ran through it like a maze. There were indentures where the eyes should be, but no eyes. A protrusion where the nose should be, and two small holes, but no nose. He had no mouth, only a small slit.
She felt her insides tighten with fear. He tensed up, another low moan escaping into her mind.
“Afraid? It only makes you tighter, my pet.” He slowly rocked his hips back and forth. “I think I like you afraid.” His dark laughter ran through her mind and she struggled to get her hands free.
“You've seen my face now. That is an honor with my people. It also means that you belong to me, now.”
He pulled one of the hands away from her nipple and reached next to him. He pulled out a thick leather collar. Her eyes widened in fear, but he simply kept rocking his hips and pushing his hand into her mouth. He fastened the black leather around her neck. It had a single silver loop at the front that he slipped his hand into. He used it to pull her closer.
“I am your master. And you are my pet.” She struggled at her bindings and he softly laughed. She could feel his already massive dick expanding in excitement. She thought she might burst.
He clipped a long leash to her collar then and wrapped it in his gloved hand. He kept her leaning forward while the tentacles began other procedures. The one at her clit began to vibrate, hard. The other began pushing insistently into her virgin ass. She gasped and shook her head.
“I told you, you are mine now. And I have needs.” He kept shoving the hand in and out of her mouth, all the way to the thumb, while the other tentacle wormed deeper and deeper into her untouched hole.
She thought it would be painful, and she was more full that she ever though she could be. But somehow it all just felt amazing. She could feel it, her body was at it's breaking point. She tightened up at the movement against her clit. The horror of this faceless man, telling her he was his master, that she belonged to him, and using her in whatever way he saw fit? It was too much. She exploded.
She screamed then, the most intense orgasm of her life hitting her. The hand dick was not enough to keep her shouts quiet. He kept pushing his hand into her, over and over, trying to keep her quiet while the thinner tentacle began it's rhythm in her ass.
He pulled away his hand from her breast and jerked his hood back up. In one swift motion he had flipped her to her stomach on the table, knocking the empty glasses to the floor. He jerked on the leash, pulling her upwards while still shoving his hand into her mouth.
That was when the curtain parted.
CHAPTER 6
She had forgotten they were still inside a cantina until the bartender finally opened the curtain to check on them. And what did he see? She was still in the throws of her second and third orgasms as he held her neck up by his chain, one handed. Her arms were tied behind her back, his hand stuffed down her throat. His gargantuan dick was buried all the way to the hilt inside her tiny human slit, and a second tentacle was moving to shove itself into her asshole.
The jowly bartender made no motion for a long moment. Neither did they. She thought perhaps they were communicating telepathically, like he had with her.
The man simply removed two drinks from the tray and set them on the table. Then he slowly moved to the floor, picking up the shards of the broken glasses.
Vrozna moved his hips back and pumped once inside of her. She shuddered. The bartender finished his work and took one last long look, and Vrozna pumped his massive dick in again. The bartender fled, closing the curtains behind him.
“And that is why you must remain quiet, my pet. At least until I am finished.” His dark laugh ran through her mind. She was completely open to him, to whatever he wanted. She found she wanted it too.
The second tentacle was trying desperately to push into her ass, and having very little luck. He was having to pull one out, thrust it in, then shove the other in. Over and over the two dicks took turns violating her virgin hole, while the massive one had it's own rhythm. It was slow, hard, thick.
But he was changing that. He kept at the tentacles until it widened enough, then he was able to shove both, tightly, against each other into her rear. Finally, after much work, he was able to shove all three inside of her at the same speed, the speed of his hips.
His hand though, it was another story. While the three behind kept a
steady pace, he was enjoying her mouth a bit too much. He held her up with the collar while repeatedly shoving his hand down to her throat. It quivered inside. She did too. She knew that shortly her mouth would be full again, and she knew that was going to drive her over.
He grabbed her thick hair in the same hand that had the chain leash wrapped around it. He kept her head in the exact same position so he could face fuck her with his hand. Over and over he plunged, still keeping the back going at perfect timing, until finally she felt his hand shake.
Stream after stream exploded down her throat and she too felt her body react. Both of her holes tightened around his appendages and she felt a release of her own juices coating his massiveness.
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