“Oh…” she said blankly.
“But your equivalent of twelve inches.”
“Wow!” she tittered away.
“As I said, I fear it would be too big.
“Well, you know, bigger is not always so bad.” She smiled, eyeing the being who was suddenly sending out some strong pheromones, since his voice was becoming softer and deeper in tone. “What kind of female do you find attractive? Someone super skinny and muscular I take it?”
“Our females tend to be thin in mass, because they work hard, just like our males do. But I must confess, I find the softer body type, the large bosom and buttocks very interesting.”
“Do you now?” Jeri said with a smile.
“It indicates a whole new level of mental clarity and physical evolution. A larger than average body type is a work of art that our species has not come to explore yet. I can certainly appreciate why your males ‘animal-lust’ after your pronounced physique.”
Jeri laughed heartily. “Animal lust?”
“Yes. Didn’t you say that your species is very…as you say, rough and aggressive in having sexual intercourse?”
“Sometimes. But only when there’s an intense physical connection.”
“I admit, the thought of procreating together in a rough and physical fashion, with the haphazard chance of not becoming pregnant…just having intercourse for gratification…is a forbidden thought. It makes me feel…vulnerable.”
“Well,” Jeri said with a grin, “If I was to let you do all these experiments and things…I would definitely want you to do it the physical and rough way. No test tubes.”
“What a shocking thought!” Primordeus said, almost forming a smile and turning that strange flush of violet skin color. “I have never received such a profane invitation. Your pheromone readings are extremely high…and my own feelings are…”
“What?” Jeri asked in fascination.
“Changing. I am experiencing something new. A surge of powerful endorphins and emotional peaks. But not happiness. Something physical…something…”
“Something sexual?” she whispered. “Is that what you call it?”
“This feels wrong,” he said, looking around the room as if evading spying eyes from his superiors. “I am a shifter species and this is not my natural form. This is a composite of a body that I thought humans would accept.”
“So what do you really look like?”
“I don’t think you would be able to see the real me. This shifter body was designed so that you could sense me in multiple dimensions and senses.”
“Well maybe if it’s not the real you…then it doesn’t really count as bad behavior. Maybe we’re just experimenting…” she said with a smile.
“I have an impending feeling of doom coming over me in my gut. And yet I am fixating on your body. You seem to be the focal point of my attraction. Every time I walk closer to you, feelings of unexplainable happiness fill me.”
“What does your instinct tell you to do?” Jeri said as calmly as possible, but with rising tension and excitement.
“To touch you. To examine your body with my fingers. With my own natural form. Two beings from different worlds enjoying a connection of body and mind.”
“That’s all I ever wanted,” Jeri said, staring into his hesitant but very interested eyes. “The truth is…” she said with a gulp. “I’ve always loved the idea of making love to an alien. Er, not to insult you, sir. But a being not one of my own species. It was my teenage fantasy. And even when I dream at night, I keep thinking about what it would feel like.”
“How does your species begin to…”
“What?”
“Initiate this…this ritual?”
“Oh well, actually, first we just talk.”
“Talk?”
“Yes. You, for example, would just talk about what you are going to do to me. Build anticipation. What does your examination process involve?”
“Using my tools and running scans of…”
“No, no. What would you examine if you could only use your fingers?”
He blushed again. “Speaking hypothetically…I would remove your clothes first.”
“All of them?”
“Yes. Because I would want to see my perfect preserved specimen. To touch the skin. The soft, supple skin and to comparatively touch the areas around your breasts. Then your stomach. Then…”
“Then what?” she said, taking his hand and slowly putting it on her shoulders.
“Then I would test your threshold of pain. I mean her. Hypothetically speaking. “Squeeze slightly, to see what reaction comes from the touch. Pinch the nipples then put my fingers on the woman’s stomach.”
“Then what?” she said.
“I would take note of subtle changes in her appearance,” he said. “I can see how her pupils dilate…her skin tone changes. Her eyes become darker. Her voice becomes a softer, lower pitch. And her skin becomes warmer…”
He said this, all the while noticing all those things were happening with his new guest. By now she moved his hand from her shoulder down to her midsection. She guided his large and strong hand up her shirt, behind the fabric, letting him feel her thick and supple breasts.
The very thought of touching a subject in that way caused him to shudder in voice. The touch of her slightly warmed skin was intoxicating and gave Jeri shivers.
“Do I have your…permission?”
“Only if you give me a baby the old fashioned way. With a real body.”
The being’s hands were strong and yet perfectly balanced between rugged and gentle. The way he touched her skin was powerful; his touch instantly warmed her and his fingers seemed to bring about a tingling, almost numbing sensation as he rubbed and caressed her curves.
Her breasts were especially sensitive and he could sense that easily. He knew the pressure she wanted and just the spot to touch for the first time. He squeezed her breasts gently then a little firmly, indulging in the unique texture that thick natural curves had.
He was fascinated by her tummy, a soft and full patch of skin with little fibers and multiple textures, each inch of her feeling slightly different. And when he touched her right above her dress but below her belly button she made a delightful cooing sound, a short but emotional sigh. Not just one of lust but of loneliness and surrender. She craved his simulated body. But she also craved his mind. His presence. His genuine interest in her. He found the need, the desire for social intimacy to be the strongest attractant yet.
It wasn’t all procreation. The intensity of the connection was a spiritual experience, a psychic transference of energy. A sharing of emotion and memory.
He watched fixated on her face and changing contours of skin as Jeri lifted her shirt and exposed her breasts and stomach. He touched her shoulders and toured with his hands every valley and crevice of her body, all the way to her back and butt, tracing the outline of her hourglass physique. Her buttocks were sensitive and touching in between the cheeks seemed to make her body tense, shy but submissive. He gently squeezed her cheeks and then caressed her down to her shivering legs. Her thighs were also sensitive and warmed when he guided his hand closer to them and to the source of heat in between her legs.
He reached over and pulled her pants down exposing her pink thong. Her entire body seems fueled by the power in between her legs, its energy and warmth, along with its moist entrance. He felt through her panty and touched the opening, instantly becoming tense and feeling a pang of wildly inappropriate passion.
She only giggled, followed by a throaty sigh. Her tacit approval aroused his senses all the more so, though getting used to the shifter body’s reactions was a challenge. He pulled her panties down in one firm swoop, leaving Jeri speechless and getting wet.
Her crotch had a strip of trimmed pubic hair, which he touched and then rubbed, exploring her body with curiosity. He knelt down to make sure he could sample her very inviting entrance which was practically calling him.
He realiz
ed he could sense her vagina with five new senses. To touch it, which he did carefully, opening her entrance with his fingers and feeling her wetness inside. He found the wet sliding sounds coming from her lips enthralling—erotic, that must surely be the word, he thought. The emotions were intense and the attraction was blinding. He could only touch her more, further and deeper inside, eager to see more of her wetness spill out onto his hands.
Then he realized that she had a distinct taste and smell. Her natural excited scent sent out signals to his body, leading to enhanced blood flow and a surge of adrenaline. He sensed her pangs the closer he inched forward and knew her river of passion was flowing from one vital source. He reached inside her lips and scooped out a two fingers of wet lube, leaving Jeri a panting mess.
But after tracing his fingers up from the inside folds to the top, just short of the pubic hair, he found her secret button. This was the clitoris that his species had only recently discovered after scanning the human anatomy model from modern science and health sources. The secret spot that every female possessed and one loaded with nerve endings.
He began rubbing her clitoral hood, sensing her rising excitement but shy reluctance and stroking her at a comfortable level. He could sense just the right time to touch her and hold back, then strike her harder.
She spread her legs apart and let him finger her clit for a quickie in sex education. She stopped his fast moving fingers from vibrating at that fast and inhuman pace, and smiled.
“Why did you wear clothes? If this is a simulated body?” Jeri had to know.
“Because humans are one of the only species to demand clothing.”
“Well now I demand you to remove them. I lost all my clothes. It’s only fair that you do the same.”
“You…want to explore my body just as I explore yours?”
“Maybe…” she said, already reaching for his vest and tugging at it, to hurry him up.
“All right.”
His eyes stayed on her as be began taking off his armor and clothing. His chest was large and muscular, as were his arms. He looked slightly blue but his features were of an athletic man, if slightly big like a basketball player. His pectorals were tight and his chest firm and chiseled to perfection. She couldn’t help but inch closer to him, surrendering to temptation. She didn’t just touch his perfect skin, she bit it—using her tongue and teeth to sample his skin flavor; a strange mix of male musk and lavender.
Merely touching his body in a selfish and lustful way felt illicit. She was exploiting him and it felt good to be the woman in control for just a moment. She pulled down his pants slowly, wide eyed and entranced at the idea of seeing his penis.
“Yeah…” she mumbled, taking a gulp, as she took a look. She shot her mouth opened as she saw its size of eleven inches. His veins were thick and bulging. His length and girth were almost giant sized. His patch of slightly blue public hair was neatly trimmed just below his ribcage and midsection.
“Ohhh,” the being said, noticing that the more she touched it and held it in her arms, the more sensations he would feel. Eventually his brain chemistry changed and his penis filled with blood leaving him slightly buzzing and hard as lead. The shifter was as amazed as anyone to feel his inhibitions absorb into his boiling blood, as his member grew hard and began smacking and rubbing against Jeri’s face.
“I like talking about it.”
“What we are doing?”
“Yeah. Tell me what you want.”
“I want…your body.”
“Yes…keep talking like that,” she said taking his thick head into her mouth.
“What do you call your body? Your vessel?”
“My pussy. I like a man who talks dirty.”
He seemed to like her enthusiasm and smiled back. “And what do you call this?”
“That is what I call a monster cock,” Jeri said with a laugh.
“Is it too big?”
“No, sir. After so much time dating average length guys…you do kinda want to see the real thing sometimes.” She kneeled down in front of him, making his eyes go wide.
“Very well. I know how to use it. I’ve scanned images of your world over the past millions of years. It seems very elementary. It seems downright primitive. Beast-like and lustful. Very shameful. But that’s what makes it so…good, isn’t it?”
“You tell me,” she said, licking the head of his big cock, and sending his hulking body into a flutter. “Do you like it dirty and primitive?”
She licked him down his shaft and enjoyed feeling his body spasm in pleasure. Taking his meta-manhood into her mouth felt vibrant. He glowed and warmed her mouth, as their skin connected. The warming sensation seemed to be coming from him, not her as she sucked him in patiently. But when she slid her lips among his shaft he started to cool down, creating a wondrous mix of fire and ice sensations in her mouth.
“Yes. Yes…hold your mouth right there.”
“Mmmm?” she gagged looking into his eyes and loving the sensation of his head growing against her cheeks.
“This isn’t…mating. This is something else.”
“This is just for you. Just us. Mutual pleasure.”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
“Mmmm,” she hummed licking the underside of his shaft just to feel him squirm.
His muscles tightened as his pelvis rocked back and forth, reacting to her deep and wet inhales. His mind seemed to reach a peak of irrational thought. Human emotions, foreign and unrestrained invaded his logical mind, leaving him in gasping euphoria.
“I’m ready.”
“But I like this.”
Jeri laughed. “I know. But what comes next is going to be the best part.”
“This is it. This is the ritual, the mating process?”
“Yeah but…I like it primitive and dirty. So talk like you need it.”
“I do need it,” the being said, his eyes slightly squinting and tightening. “I can feel it. The desire. The craving. I want you. Your body is so warm and wet. I want to make you dirty. I want you to make me filthy. Fill you up with my cock. These thoughts I’m having…”
He sighed as his fingers entered her pussy, almost an involuntary movement. A profane attraction that was automatically acting out without rational thought.
“I want to fuck you. Throttle you. But not gently. I have this great desire to pound you and make it hurt.”
“Do your worst,” she said with a choke, right before he grabbed her butt and lifted her off the ground.
“Oh God!” she giggle-screamed, impressed at her sheer power. She was big and beautiful but in his hands she was like a doll.
His cravings became even more intense as he sensed her wetness and felt his member thicken in response. He knew how to fuck from the research they did, but dealing with the overwhelming feelings to subjugate and overpower the human vessel was dangerous. No wonder his people banned the physical process. Too many encounters with luscious women with thick bellies, beautiful breasts and ample bottoms, it would create a riot of human pillaging among the ones with no self-control.
Even with his rationale and great altruism, he still felt the animalistic urge. Not to procreate but to dominate. Without asking, without any respect to her frailty, he opened her snatch and shoved his cockhead inside.
“Ahh!” she cried, those four inches penetrating her deeper than some men’s full member could possibly do. Only more was to come and for a moment she worried in a blushing sigh if she could take it all.
He lifted her higher up with his strong arms, so that he could push more length inside. The mysterious lover gripped her fleshy ass with firm hands and held her legs around his massive hips. The size was too much to shove into her so he merely lowered her pussy down onto his cock. Now fully erect and excited, losing all control over his own stubbornly human body, he stood twelve inches. Enough to break the poor girl, but balancing his concern for her welfare was secondary to putting out the fire he had inside.
He had to rush to put it i
n but eased it in with a careful aim. The entry was a gentle slide, a heated nebula of love and intimacy—positive feelings of humanity itself. Their fire and their blood lust of their strength was tamed by their capacity to love.
As he penetrated her he felt all of humanity’s intense feelings. He smiled, taking in the euphoria of her body, as he pushed himself deeper.
“Oh shit!” she screamed as she felt his cock slide past her entrance harder into her wall and then down into the canal. “You’re so big…”
Her mouth dropped open in awe and surrender, just a hint of pain, but mostly longing for more. There was never a man this big inside her. He reached past her G-spot region and deeper into her pussy, spilling out more wetness.
“Yes…” he groaned. “I can feel you. I can read you.”
“What…am I saying…” she mumbled, too fixated on his throbbing cock pushing in more inches with no sign of softening.
“Your thoughts are all over your body,” he said with a passion exhale. “Your feelings are invading my own. We’re fusing together as one species with share sensations and memories. The log-”
By now overwhelmed with a giant cock filling up her every crevice inside, she decided to stop his scientific talk by planting another wet one—this time a warm and loving kiss. This was an altogether new sensation, like penetration, but one that directly touched his multiple hearts. The kiss was even more intense, if that was possible, a powerful surge of messy, conflicted and ultimately primal emotions of possession. She owned him with that kiss, with its fiery grip and sparking moist lip caresses.
She kissed him long and hard, even while he started withdrawing his cock ready for a second plunge.
“Mmmmm!” she said, feeling that all encompassing push inside but full of his lips and sweet-smelling breath. She couldn’t talk but there was no need to.
She could hear his thoughts and desires inside her skin. He was in awe of her, her body, and her mind.
The big man pulled out completely and then shoved it back in, making her groan. “Oh Jesus!” she said, helpless to move as his cock went one length deeper this time reaching a sensitive spot she never even knew she had.
ROMANCE: Stolen by the Alien Lord (BBW Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary Science Fiction Paranormal Short Stories) Page 135