by Silver Lake
“How fascinating,” he murmured, and this time when his voice thrummed through her she felt a sudden wash of heat through her body that settled between her legs, drops of moisture dribbling out of her cunt to mix with the oil streaked across her legs from the coiling tentacles that caressed her and held her in place. The one in her ass continued to slowly work, though she honestly couldn’t tell if it was going in or out. The idea that it was still going in, invading her body and exploring every crook and corner made her shudder and tremble, but not from fear or disgust. It was different from when had explored her own body. Better. She was surprised at the amount of need she felt, and eagerness. Had she wanted this all along?
Leila watched him with hooded blue eyes as he stroked his hands across her stomach, drawing a low moan from her as the cool oil slicked her skin, giving it an iridescent sheen. How could this be wrong when it felt so incredibly right? If it felt good then it couldn’t be bad. Now more than ever she suddenly wished for memories, anything to help guide her in how she should react because she was helpless without guidance in the face of the pleasure that wracked her body.
His hands slid down to rest on her hips, firmer than she’d have though him capable of. She squirmed and whimpered in his grip, feeling the press of his cool, lubricated cock head against her nether lips. He pressed into her and Leila gasped as the flared head seemed to spread her to almost to the point of bursting, rubbing against the tentacle exploring her anus through her thin inner wall. She was suddenly, excruciatingly, wonderfully full as he sank himself deep inside her. A soft moan escaped her parted lips. He seemed to grow even more inside of her, filling her entire channel and stretching it taut around his dick. He pressed up against the back of her, perfectly sealed.
A tentacle took advantage of her open mouth, probing the opening curiously. Then it slid further and she tentatively ran her tongue along it. The oil coated her mouth strangely, but it had no real taste. The firm tentacle in her mouth reminded her of those filling her lower parts and she groaned as she invited it in. The tentacle abruptly thrust its way into her mouth, choking back her startled scream. It wasn’t more than passing fear, for somehow she wasn’t suffocating as the tentacle invaded her throat, swelling into it became almost too much just like this in her nethers had. She was perfectly filled, unable to move except for the occasional twitch, her hands grabbing for some kind of hand hold to keep her grounded out of desperation until her hands closed on cool, slick flesh. She couldn’t see if it was tentacles or other aliens who had approached, only slid her hands along their lengths to feel them, her attention divided in a hundred ways.
They thrust into her, rubbing and touching and she seemed to be covered in shadow and oil. Covered and filled. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gave herself over to the pleasure, her body spasming and twitching. Unable to do more she let them take her. The alien picked up speed, and she felt a reverberation through her bones like rhythmic grunting as he pounded into her. She felt more hands on her – definitely hands, not tentacles. They tweaked her nipples and stroked her hair, and she felt their cocks rubbing over her body. Then one was beneath her or behind her, she couldn’t even tell what direction she was facing anymore. The blunt head pressed up against her ass where the swollen tentacle writhed and she suddenly tried to struggle when a dim part of her realized what he was going to do.
Then the tentacle slowly began to shrink, but before it had gone down much his blunt head was sliding past it, the lubrication that covered everything making his fat cock slide into her easily. Then there were two of them pounding into her, hard enough to make her hips ache and her body clench with sudden pleasure. It was like a volcano suddenly went off inside her, the pressure building and building until it crested over her like white fire. Her body shuddered and jerked against the restraining tentacles not in struggle but in and involuntary spasm brought on by her first orgasm. The aliens slowed, then stilled, the even the tentacles ceasing their movement.
“Leila?” The tentacle slid from her throat, leaving her gasping and panting, her body still tingling.
“Please, please don’t stop.” She begged, wriggling her body in the loosened grip of the tentacles to press down on their shadowy cocks, the reverberation of their voice making her feel the first trickles of rising pressure again. “I need more, don’t stop!”
They didn’t need to be asked again. Before she was overwhelmed again she had a chance to look around. There were dozens of aliens pressed close around, watching or touching. She couldn’t see where all of the tentacles came from or went. Being the object of idolization for so many brought another gasping moan from her and then the aliens were driving themselves into her again until her whole body was rocked back and forth by the force of their grinding and humping. The tentacles tightened their grip, holding her possessively.
Finally the alien in front of her slammed himself deeply inside her and stayed, body shaking as he released into her. She felt the press of his cock head against the back of her tunnel, and then something pierced through. There was a blinding moment of pain, her scream muffled by the tentacle shoved down her throat, then a thankful cool numbing sensation. It spread up through her womb and she knew she was being filled and explored, just like the tentacle that was still deeply sunk into her ass alongside the cock that was still thrusting into her. Then he too hilted in her a final time, the cool numbness flushing through her body until all sensation seemed to be felt through a fog.
She could tell only faintly when they pulled out of her. The tentacle flipped her over, positioning her ass in the air, legs and arms splayed wide. A tentacle pushed its way into her used cunt, a bulb swelling in it to plug her tightly and keep whatever the alien had pumped into her in place. Her ass was grabbed and smacked until she squealed as the stinging pain of the abuse cut through the numbness. Then strong hands gripped her ass and she was entered again, another wide cock expanding to stretch her as much as the other had and maybe even more.
Another stood in front of her and pulled the tentacle out of her throat, replacing it quickly with his cock. He drove it all the way down her throat, giving no regard for her ability to breath. She felt herself choking only to find him drawing out again, giving her a chance to gasp in a breath before he slammed back in. He fucked her throat and she fought for breath between each stroke, tongue and lips working over the oil slick shaft. She was light headed long before he finished.
She felt like she was floating, the edges of her vision darkening. She could see them so close all around, shadow and sapphire dust and shining opal eyes. Then her body finally gave out, unconsciousness drawing her under like a violent undertow.
Leila woke up to the noon day sun bright overhead. Her body ached. Despite having not eaten for at least a day she felt so full, as though she’d stuffed herself silly. Her body was slick and slightly sticky, and in the bright sunlight she could still see the shimmer of the strange oil on her skin. Her mind was numb, no real thoughts being strung together as she simply dwelt on the incredible pleasure of the night before and the sudden loneliness that waking had brought.
She washed in the cool, still pool. Once she’d cleaned the sweat and alien oil from her body, there was no evidence of what had gone on, not even impressions in the grass besides the one she’d woken up in. Leila shivered as she stepped out of the water, glad the sun was warm enough to dry her quickly. She wandered into the shadows of the trees but could find no comfort there. She walked for a few hours, just trying to find something to let her know she wasn’t crazy. The longer the day dragged, the surer she became that she must have been hallucinating everything. The only thing that could be construed as proof was the throbbing ache in her pelvis. She was sad and confused. Part of her craved the touch of her alien lovers and part was destroyed at the thought of what had been done to her. The child-like innocence that she'd felt walking through the forest seemed a hundred years ago. The new woman within her wasn't afraid, though. She was wet and waiting for more.
As the sun began to sink again, she began to watch the shadows around her eagerly. At first she saw nothing. She paused, watching as the shadows deepened beneath the trees, peering to catch the first glimpse of sapphire shimmer or opal eyes. She felt a hand on her shoulder and bit back a scream, partly startled, partly excited. Leila whirled and threw her arms around the shadowy being, her body shocked by the sudden heat he generated. She felt a laugh, sharp as fine knives, shiver through her body and she pulled away, blue eyes wide with confusion.
That’s when she noticed that these were not the same as the aliens who had first come to her. These ones seemed to be made of dark smoke, dirty instead of the pure shadowy blackness. As she watched, a red shine began to grow on their skin, and she felt the slickness of it from where she still touched the one she had hugged. Startled she let go and tried to stumble back, only to be caught be tentacles almost too hot to be comfortable.
“Pretty little thing.” His voice was sharp as his laugh, but somehow sent the same inexplicable shiver through her that gathered heat in her pelvis, dampening her pubic hairs. “Our brothers told us you were an excellent research subject. We wanted to see the evidence first hand though.” He dragged her towards him, his hand sliding between her legs to force two warm oil slicked fingers into her pussy. She squirmed and tried to squeeze her legs together to keep him out but only ended up grinding his hand into her clit, causing her body to spasm and dragging a surprising groan from her throat.
Already there were tentacles all around her, and the heat brought a fine sheen of sweat to her pale skin. She didn’t notice the two tentacles that crept low, invading her pussy and ass at the same time. Still loose from the night before, they had no problem thrusting in, exploring her crevices and slicking her insides with the shimmering red oil until she thought she would burn alive in the most delicious sense possible. His hand worked between her legs, rubbing along her slick lips and clit, feeling the tentacle that swelled inside her and stretched her opening.
The combination brought her to the edge more quickly than she could believe. Before she even had a chance to register the growing pleasure her body shuddered as an orgasm washed over her, throwing her head back as she cried out and thrashed. Tentacles from a dozen different bodies latched onto her, heating her skin and restraining her tightly. Bodies pressed around her and cocks roughly pressed in alongside tentacles until she thought she would burst. Over the squelching sound of them thrusting in and out of her body her voice rose, high pitched and breathless from orgasm after orgasm.
“Oh yes, please, more. It feels so good!” She cried out, reveling the feeling of being consumed by shadow and ruby dust. It was different than the night before, hot instead of cool, rough enough to make the previous night seem gentle in comparison. She loved it. She quickly lost track as the night dragged and one alien replaced another. Their tentacle manipulated her body, twisting her into different positions to allow the best access. Her throat and mouth were fucked raw, her pussy and ass stretched and lubricated until she could accommodate whatever was thrust into her with nothing more than a muffled moan of pleasure and a buck of her body to try and drive them deeper into her.
She didn’t lose consciousness this time, or if she did she revived before they had finished. As the tentacles settled her on the ground again she whimpered at the loss of heat. Her body ached to be filled again, so thoroughly invaded like she had been. She sprawled out on the forest floor, hands wandering over her body, touching her breasts and pussy as she pleasured herself shamelessly for their eyes, a poor substitute for the feeling of them taking possession of her.
“Do you agree that human females would be adequate?” The cool, reverberating tones of the sapphire dusted shadow slowly approached.
The other nodded an agreement. “Yes, I must agree. We will need more though.” There was a hissing, rumbling echo of consent from both parties. The blue alien who had taken her first crouched down next to her, running his hand up her through so she shivered and cried out as the touch cooled her heated skin.
“Leila, look at me.” She let her eyes flutter open, meeting his glowing, opalescent gaze. The colors within it seemed to float, moving slowly like stars across the sky. “We will return you to Earth.” She whimpered a protest, but was hushed by a finger against her lips.
“You will find human women and bring them into the woods for transport.”
She found herself nodding agreement, her mind still fuzzy from sex and pleasure.
“Bring them here so we may study them, and you will be rewarded.” His hands slid down the front of her body and she writhed at the sensation.
“Yes, yes!” She gasped. “Anything!”
He smiled and his tentacles drew her to him, pressing her chest against him and grinding his cock against her well used pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and felt him enter her, giving a moan of pleasure. A sudden wave of heat pressed up behind her, his searing cock invading her ass with little warning. The two aliens fucked her, their tentacles warring over her mouth. She was filled at once with both fire and ice, caught between frost and furnace. The sensation overwhelmed her senses and her mind went dizzyingly blank. There was only room for pleasure.
*
She woke once more in an unfamiliar place, but as she sat up and her vision cleared, she recognized it. She remembered this place in a hazy way, remnants of her old life floating before he eyes. Sun streamed through the window, illuminating the small room. It seemed so desolate, so sterile after her time in the alien forest. Her body still ached subtly. Her memories of the alien lovers were sharp in her mind – she no longer cared for or needed the memories of her past.
She had a new life now. She would bring them subjects, and as a reward they would use her body, bring her pleasure beyond anything she’d dreamed possible. Leila smiled to herself and went to shower. Afterwards as she was looking in the mirror, she noticed that her eyes had a faint, lavender shimmer. A soft laugh rippled from her throat and she finished drying her hair and found her clothes. A check of her answering machine showed a dozen missed messages, most concerned friends and her sister. A sudden plot hatched in her mind and she picked up the phone, dialing her sister’s number.
“Hey Jane, yes I’m fine.” She paused as her sister scolded her, and then interrupted. “I know, I know, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Tell you what though, call around to as many of our girlfriends as you can get ahold of and see if we can get together for a road trip this weekend.”
She listened as her sister railed, demanding to know where she had been and where they were going. Her hand slowly slipped down her body, slipping between her damp pussy lips and rubbing over her hard clit, making her body shudder and her breath catch. “Oh Jane, trust me. You'' understand everything once I show you. I can't explain it in words. I’ve got to take you all to this place; it’s an experience that is out of this world.”
A thin sheen of glimmering sweat beaded from her skin and she smiled as an orgasm built deep in her core. "I promise it'll change your life forever."
Conceived
Callie stretched and rubbed at her tired eyes. It had been ten hours ago when she’d started her brand new life, and she was exhausted, depressed and hungry. The highway stretched on in an unbroken grey strip beneath her feet, disappearing over the horizon. On either side, vast rippling oceans of corn rose up to the cloudless sky. The fields intimidated her, and she imagined unseen horrors lurking in their depths.
That’s enough, she told herself angrily. Finally getting away from her boring life and dead-end future was something to celebrate, not fear. Whatever came next, at least it would be on her terms. Her choices. High above, a large black bird that looked disturbingly like a buzzard circled. Callie studiously ignored it and kept on walking, pretending it wasn't a bad omen.
Time passed, and the midday sun beat down mercilessly as she walked. Sweat clung to the flimsy t-shirt she was wearing, sticking to her full breasts, and her denim shorts were hot and too tight, even if th
ey did showcase her long, tanned legs beautifully. The backpack, slung over her shoulder and containing all her worldly possessions felt a lead weight despite how light it was. Her long blonde hair felt clumpy and unclean.
Not for the first time, she began to have doubts about if this had been the right thing to do. She shouldn’t have left so abruptly, she realized, she should have planned it better, saved up more money and bought a bus ticket for the city, rather than just go tearing off without a plan or purpose.
She jostled her backpack and sparked a twinge of pain from where the straps had rubbed against her skin. Callie sighed, trying to remember the last time her body had felt anything but pain and exhaustion. The long hours working on her father's farm had left her looking fit and trim, but feeling old beyond her years. What good was a terrific body if she was always too tired to do anything but collapse at the end of every day?
Callie thought back to the night before. What she'd seen that finally made her leave. After delivering some parts to one of the neighbors she'd been reorganizing the back of the truck when the couple came stumbling and giggling out of a field. They were young and clearly drunk. And even more clearly in love. They were so wrapped up in each other they didn't notice her watching from across the road. The girl's ankle turned and she fell, pulling her boyfriend down too. But instead of being upset they laughed it off and started kissing and pawing at each other. Their clothes were already disheveled and it took less than a minute for her to be topless and his pants to end up around his knees.
Callie felt like a real pervert staring but she couldn't stop. Their bodies moved in perfect concert as if they knew every bit of each other's bodies. An ache started low in her gut as she watched them grope and writhe together. Flushing, she hurried back to the cab of the truck as a moan slid through the still air.
