Blind Date
Blind Date
By Xel
“Hi. My name’s Melissa…um, oh yeah, I’m twenty-six years old, full-breed human, about five-foot nine and perhaps looking for my first alien lover. Please don’t contact me if you’re not willing to commit to a relationship, or if you’re one of those Master Dominator-types. I guess I’m looking for someone like my last human lover: gentle, compassionate, and patient-ow! What? I can’t make a good reference? Ugh, fine, but I’m really very sensitive, guys, so consider yourself warned. Annnd…thank you, I guess,” I remember saying all that into the video/voice recorder over at Rachel’s place a long month ago. She had pushed me to put up an ad at this blind-dating service for aliens and humans on the Mars colony. I still remember being hesitant about it even then. I had never been around extraterrestrials much, and had always considered that such services, like the one I had been forced to sign up for, were just for those desperate whorish girls who needed a good screwing every night before bed like some sick kind of midnight snack.
Oh well, I guess I was kind of desperate at this point. After all, it had been nearly two and a half years since my break-up with Ben. I knew I had to move on, but it was as though I had lost all my passion when I had lost my relationship with the man I had committed myself to for seven years. Rachel had been there to push me to try everything, desperate to get me out of the emotional ditch I had crashed into. I dated men, I dated women, and I even dated Rachel when the options ran out. She had been a real sweetheart, but I couldn’t make myself feel for her the way she secretly felt about me.
Now here I was standing outside the entrance to the Gunton Hotel on 274th Strip. It was a real fancy-looking place, but even its glowing interior, visible through the glass doors, seemed so very frightening. You couldn’t blame me, either; I was about to have my first romantic encounter with a creature that was not even remotely human, and that hotel was to serve as our meeting place. The moment I stepped inside, I was surrendering myself to a strange and unknown new world that I was honestly very frightened of.
I shivered again, rubbing my gloved hands together in the cold of the street. The pitter-patter of the rain around me only made me less enthusiastic about this whole date. It just wasn’t natural for aliens and humans to copulate or fall in love with each other. But then they had said the same things about gays and lesbians, and about royalty and peasants before them. Who am I to judge how love could work when I didn’t dare to admit I knew a single damn thing about it. Everything I had thought I knew had been proven wrong when Ben left me.
No, I shook my head. No, tonight wasn’t about Ben. He didn’t exist in my life anymore; I sure as hell didn’t exist in his, these days. I looked up slowly to peer once more through those glass doors into that warm-looking hotel lobby, the rain dripping off of my hood like the years’ worth of tears I had shed in loneliness. Right then I realized fully that if I didn’t take a risk for love, then love would never again come to me, and I was not prepared to spend the rest of my life alone and cold. With a sigh of conviction, I gathered up my strength and stepped through the glass portal into a warm new world.
The alien at the desk clicked its mandibles as I approached. “Ah, you finally decided to come in,” the insect-like creature chirped at me in fuzzy English, “You were out there for so long, I was beginning to wonder if you were frozen out there and that I should go out and fetch you. Glad to see I don’t have to get out in that dreadful icy rain after all. Welcome to the Gunton, how can I help you?” At first I was taken aback that the monster could even speak my language. It took a while for me to interpret what he was saying past the distracting clicks and grinds of his mandibles overpowering the soft words he struggled to speak through his segmented mouth, but I eventually understood him. Silently I scolded myself to stop staring, as I could see after a while that I was making the creature uncomfortable in my prolonged silence.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I stumbled out finally, stepping forward a bit cautiously, “I…I’m here to meet my blind date. I was told-“ The creature interrupted me with a raised claw, reaching behind him and plucking a room key from a little hook on the wall. “Say no more; I’ve been expecting you,” the host chirped, “Take the lobby stairs to level 3. It’s room 366. Enjoy your stay, Miss.”
I stared at the little golden key in front of me for a bit, struggling to make my hand reach up and take it. Of course I was expected, I thought, what other desperate sort of bimbo girl would end up on the far side of the Mars colony dating strange monsters. I shook my head again, clearing these distracting doubts from my mind as I reached up a trembling hand and took the key from the concierge. “Ohh, don’t be frightened, darling; there’s nothing to be so shaken about,” the insect chimed in a strangely comforting tone, “Must be your first time with an alien, hm? This guy seemed really gentle and very nice when I met him earlier this evening; I’m sure you’ve got nothing to worry about, dear, really. Just relax and try to enjoy yourself. If it was meant to be, then you’ll know, and if not, you’ll know.” His words were strangely charming, made sage-like in content due to the alien accent of his voice. I quietly thanked the concierge and smiled for the first time this whole week.
Then, I turned and slowly made my silent way to the stairwell to the right. The stairs were empty, and the walls blank even in their soft, warm tones. It all just made me feel more alienated and uncomfortable in this already-discomforting situation. However, I hesitated for only a moment before reaching my foot up and carrying myself along the first flight of steps. Time seemed to fast-forward, and before I knew it I was staring at a door with a big “3” on its face. I pushed the door open slowly to reveal a still hallway.
My feet padded soundlessly on the carpet as I drifted silently into the hall, the door clicking softly behind me as it shut. It took me a few minutes to find room 366 amongst the tiny labyrinth of candle-lit halls on the third floor, but I finally did manage to locate it. For a very long time I just stood there in front of the door, fiddling with the key in my fingers. I went through the laundry-list of little rituals that went into the alien dating ceremony which everyone was supposed to follow. I had accepted this date, or Rachel had accepted it on my behalf while I had struggled to keep her fingers from hitting the Enter button, but now I had to go through with this. When it all boiled down I wanted to move on, and I wanted someone new in my life. I needed to be with someone, and they weren’t going to come to me if I didn’t make some steps to meeting them. If anything, this encounter could just be more “good practice” like the other numerous dates I had been on, but that didn’t really make me feel much better. Instead of moping some more, I decided it was time to take charge of my own destiny, and I used the key to open the door.
It was dark inside. The lights were all completely off in the room. As I stepped inside, I was given a peek at the room’s contents as the soft lighting from the hall revealed a slice of the chamber to my eyes. There was a large chair near the door next to a small coffee table with an ash tray sitting next to a digicomm unit. Beyond this was a large bed with red satin sheets. Above the bed, and in the center of the far wall, was a window with white drapes which were slightly pulled aside to reveal the moonlight reflecting off the crashing droplets of rain against the glass. I shut the door behind me as I entered the room and plunged myself into darkness.
I found myself breathing hard, my mind racing as my eyes stared widely into the blackness of the room in a vain attempt to make out what was there while my pupils slowly adjusted to the extremely low light filtering through the window. Slowly shadows came into view: the chair and table, the bed, a shape in the corner. I nearly jumped and screamed; this was too much. I wanted to turn and run, but found myself too frozen with terror to do a thing. My eyes then spotted something hanging from the ceiling, like a long thick pipe or length of tubing that had sunk through the top of the room. As I stared harder, I noticed it was no pipeline at all.
In fact, there was nothing drooping out of the ceiling. What I was actually seeing was a tentacle drifting patiently in front of my face. I jumped at how close it was to me, but found there was little room for me to back away as I had the wood of the door already pressing my back. Then sensible thought finally drifted up from the chaos and panic that was riding my instinct. The rules, I had forgotten about the order of conduct that this blind dating service followed. I blushed as I realized how stupid I must have looked just standing there in shocked paralysis for so long.
Collecting myself as quickly as possible, I gave a small curtsy in greeting to my date. In the darkness, I watched as the shape in the corner moved and the tentacle in front of my face bobbed in return of the greeting. Now it was the alien’s turn to initiate action, and the tentacle in front of me dipped down and wrapped gently about my right hand. I dropped the key I had been holding pinched between my fingers, and clasped the tentacle as it drew me deeper into the room. The alien’s arm led me to the chair next to the coffee table, and in the darkness I made out movement as the tentacle released my hand and made a brushing motion down my figure.
I nodded in understanding, slowly unbuttoning my coat and draping the soaked garment across the chair. I bent down and untied my boots, pulling the thick, soggy leathers off my feet first and then my soaked socks after them. After laying out both boots and socks along the floor next to the chair, I removed my gloves and laid them across the chair’s right arm. Now dressed down to a set of black lingerie, I turned to face my date.
The alien in the shadows gave a growl, which I had learned was like a purr or similar sign of approval for this alien race. Now that I had properly revealed enough of myself to my date, it was his turn. With a shift of weight and the slither of tentacles dragging along the carpet, the creature pulled itself into the dim light from the window. I gasped at what I saw. The alien looked very similar to the pictures of his kind that I could find on the information net: a very small, round mass served as the body which was ringed by eight thick tentacles. The top of the body tapered off into a long, thick neck, which was more akin to a tree trunk than the skinny necks of most Earth-born creatures. The top of this neck was crested by a smooth, near-lizard-like head which was dominated by a trio of nostrils at the tip and a long, attractive fin at the back of the skull. The creature had no mouth, ears or eyes, and its tentacles served as legs, arms, tongues and fingers. His skin was the smooth black of the males of this alien race, and was coated in colorless oil that made it look as though he were made of ink.
The monster raised the same tentacle from before up towards my face again. This was the next step in the dating ceremony. This ceremony had been developed for such intimate interaction between different species to fit the limitations of the two races so that a meaningful experience could still be had while maintaining the image of a formal occasion rather than a cheap, dirty excuse for free sex. The ceremony was broken up into steps so that either partner could halt the date and call it off before things had progressed out of control. Since this alien species had no mouth, the dating service developed a rigorously structured session of coitus to determine compatibility between seeking individuals instead of the more conservative form of dating that most humans were akin to. Currently, the alien had accepted me twice, and I was now in the spotlight.
Before, I had thought this decision would be the hardest one for me to make all evening: Step 2 – acceptance of the exposed mate. All I had to do was refuse this alien and it would all be over, and I could leave and go home and be comfortable… and be lonely. As it turned out, I realized that my decision at the front of the hotel had been the hardest; to take that very first step towards really going through with this crazy date scheme in a last-ditch attempt at finding love. It had been a very desperate move on my part, but maybe it was the right choice to have made after all. Slowly, I raised my trembling hand and accepted the tentacle waiting patiently before me.
The warm tentacle gently guided me to the bed, another tendril smoothing out the sheets before allowing me to sit at the foot of the mattress. This was it, then, we were really going to go through with this. My eyes remained glued to the alien body just a meter or two away from me. Right now, sitting upon the base pod of his main body, the alien only rose to about one and a half meters; I could only imagine the height it took when it stood upon its tentacles. He really was strangely magnificent to me; perhaps it was some trick of the lighting, or the feeling that I was doing something darkly forbidden that was exciting me. Maybe it was something else entirely, something that I had lost two and a half years ago…
I couldn’t discern what it was that I was feeling other than apprehension, but my hands took on a life of their own as I slowly robbed myself of my bra and panties. The creature shivered and gave a throaty growl from deep within that thick throat of his, sounding like a lion who was pleased with his lioness. Something about that train of thought made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle and caused my skin to tingle all over. More and more I was beginning to relax and open my mind to this new experience. I could do this-no, I was doing this, and the more I went forward with it, the more I found myself anticipating the next step.
The alien male approved of the position I had taken on the bed. It could sense me and my movements via the fin on top of its head, which sensed vibrations in the air in much the same manner as echolocation. Only that this system worked by reading the movements of air molecules to paint a mental picture in the alien’s brain of its surroundings. The fin sensed my arms moving and sensed the movements of my undergarments as I laid them on the floor next to the bed. It knew that it was now his turn once again.
My heart raced as the alien reached for me with four of its long tentacles. My breath caught in my throat and I froze up stiff as a board as the serpentine limbs found my face. Two of them met me at the chin, either tendril then departing in opposite directions to trace along my jawbone. The third pressed lightly against my left cheek, swirling about as it enjoyed my soft skin and I enjoyed his warm, smooth touch. The final tentacle tapped daintily against my puffy lower lip before tracing lazily across the entrance of my mouth. The first tentacle slipped under my chin to playfully stroke me there with its pointed tip as its brother found my earlobe and began to flick at it gently. The third tendril coasted up to my forehead and then sunk into my silky, short length of dark brown hair, wrapping around to cradle the back of my head.
I noticed my breathing getting heavier, far too much for my little nose to compensate for. I was forced to part my lips and gasp lightly for trembling breath. The monster took this as an invitation, and slipped the fourth tentacle between my barely-parted flesh to explore my mouth. I gasped with surprise, closing my eyes a moment later as the pleasure of this alien kiss took hold on my senses. In acceptance of this intrusion, I wrapped my pink lips about the tip of that black, fleshy appendage and suckled him gently. The alien growled loudly in a rising pitch, making the noise sound much more like a groan of pleasure (and perhaps that is indeed what it was). I know my moan was one of pleasure as that same tentacle coiled about my tongue and stroked it ever so skillfully
The tentacle stroking me beneath my chin dipped lower, exploring my throat. I gave a purr as the tendril tickled me, and I heard another growl rise up from the creature. The limb snaked about my neck slowly, gently pressing against my skin so it could feel the vibrations of my throat, moderate my breathing and keep track of my racing pulse. I knew this was common practice for this species, so I did not feel any panic when he hugged my neck.
The two tendrils that had been exploring my ear and my shoulder-length hair suddenly dipped down as well, but these went lower than their brother. Each took station at the smooth, lightly curving expanses of my sculpted shoulders. They were soon joined by two more tentacles that had not yet involved themselves with my body until that time. Nonetheless, these additions were eagerly welcomed as I sighed to their exploring touch while each of the four tips traced every last inch of my shoulders. Once each team of tendrils had reached the end of either of my shoulders, they split into four separate search parties. Two took to my arms, one began slithering along my upper chest, while the last tendril simultaneously moved along my shoulder blades.
My body was singing with pleasure. I had not made love in so very long, but even then I had never been handled so tenderly, so expertly, as I was right then. I felt like a goddess, like an angel as those alien arms slithered against my flesh. The room was so silent, adding to the private atmosphere, allowing me to sink into this microcosm of passion. Nothing but the gentle hiss of flesh against flesh, the gasps and groans emitted from our throats, and the constant music of the pattering rain against the window competed for my thoughts; it all just seemed to coalesce into this soft orchestra of pleasure which rang inside of my mind, relaxing me and letting me accept each new brave step into this strange coupling.
The tentacles exploring my own smooth arms had found my hands and the pleasure that I could wield if I used them. My fingers gently caressed either tentacle, and I stroked their lengths tenderly, doing my own exploration for a change. The creature growled again in pleasure as my fingers slid along the smooth flesh, which could only be described as being akin to plastic which was slightly wet in its glossy smoothness and animate in its unnatural softness. Despite these qualities, I could feel the ripple of flexing muscles with every last movement of the tentacles in my grasp; they had to be capable of such amazing strength. Thinking this, I suddenly grew a whole new plane of appreciation for the tenderness I was being shown by this curious beast. It served to make him seem all the more cognitive, and acceptable; that he was capable of thinking such caring thoughts and feelings so as to treat me so heavenly, was a pleasurable sensation all on its own.
The tentacle upon my front suddenly cusped my left breast with a gentle, coiling grasp. I blushed at the touch, my cleavage rising and falling in sharp breathes as the strong appendage played with the globe of creamy flesh. The alien stroked the tentacle upon my back straight down along my spine, causing my back to arch and my chest to thrust forward. The tentacle that was occupying my mouth departed slowly, letting me gasp for breath as it dipped down to claim my right mound with its own smooth length. I let him know just how much I enjoyed the touches as he caressed me by cooing to him softly. The alien perked visibly, and I giggled as the creature’s attentions to my chest noticeably increased and tickled my sensitive flesh.
Suddenly my date swarmed me with all eight of its tentacles. The appendages slithered about my torso and explored every inch of taut skin along my stomach, chest and back. I reeled with unspeakable pleasure; no one in my life had pleasured me so skillfully before. I felt cocooned within those hugging lengths of alien flesh; it was a feeling of comfort and safety that I could not even remember feeling when I was in …what was his name? Oh yes, when I was in Ben’s arms. Of course, at that time, Ben was the last thing on my mind. In fact, the only thing that was on my mind was how good I felt right then and how comfortable I genuinely felt in this thing’s embrace.
I opened my eyes to see that the alien was now just in front of me. I blinked as realization suddenly came to me: this was just one of the steps. Copulation didn’t occur if the two daters didn’t feel comfortable touching one another. He was waiting patiently on her move before he would be allowed to mount her. This time there was no hesitation.
I laid back slowly, sighing as the alien released me so that it could pull itself up onto the bed with me. I watched patiently as he positioned his pod-shaped body over my lower abdomen. The creature bent his head down close, and I felt the wisps of passing air as the creature sniffed at my flesh, drinking in my naturally released hormones. It detected my arousal through my scent, knew I was ready by the warmth of my skin, by my racing pulse and my sensual writhing. Oh yes, I don’t deny that I was writhing with pleasure, and desire. I had my doubts before, but now I knew that this was so right.
A long sigh drifted out from between my lips as the alien’s tentacles finally returned to my body. They were everywhere now: caressing me, stroking me, flicking pointed tips against sensitive nerve centers along my figure. Another pair of tentacles once more coiled about my humble, perky breasts, while another pair stroked my thighs and tickled them apart. I giggled and writhed as my legs were teased open, and my hips bucked responsively as an agile tendril floated between my willingly exposed thighs to stroke my budding flower.
My own arms were in motion as well, reaching down to stroke my date’s body and massage him whenever he growled in response to a certain area. Through this sort of exploration I was able to find his very alien crotch: a four-part beak that was positioned at the bottom-most part of his spherical body. He growled intensely when I massaged the flesh around this beak, just as he found that I responded vividly when he tickled a tiny pink bud within the folds of my sex. We both continued to feel each other up simultaneously. At first I thought I was the only one getting any real pleasure from the experience, as I had far too few limbs to do the same sort of exploration being performed on my own body, but I was surprised to find my date’s crotch-beak slowly flowering open under my ministrations.
When he was fully open, my fingers began to work their way inside the exposed interior of the beak. I found that the creature very much enjoyed this as the room was filled with the hum of his growling purrs. I concentrated on this task as best as I could past the waves of pleasure that crashed across me from the dancing tentacles upon my flesh, knowing that mutual pleasure was surely important in something as delicate as cross-species coitus. My digits found that the beak’s interior was actually very shallow, and that it contained a thick bud which appeared to be very similar to the helm of a human phallus, only much thicker.
Blissful minutes passed by like seconds as my date and I massaged each other in our most sensitive areas. However, only then did the creature suddenly respond to my attention. Suddenly, the phallic bud in my hands began to sprout a shaft. I looked down in surprise, watching inch after inch of thick, black alien cock slithered from the creature’s protective crotch shell. My hands continued to massage the creature’s flesh as it slithered forth from it’s sheathe, soon finding that my palms and fingers were covered in a translucent, slimy fluid or gel. Finally my date halted the growth of his phallic organ, and I gawked at the meter-long tentacle-dick that waved lazily in the air. It wasn’t just immensely long, though, but thick too, about three or three and a half inches in girth.
I noticed that the alien had stopped its movements when it sensed that I had frozen up. It now awaited my move, knowing that this next step could not commence unless his date wanted to finalize the coitus. To tell the truth, I had a blast so far, but I was doubtful of my body’s abilities to take such a large member, despite my energy and willingness to take it. I decided that risk-taking was just part of the night this evening, and that I would never know if this alien would fit if he didn’t at least try. With a gentle pull of my hands, I guided the monstrous phallic tentacle until the head of its shaft pressed lightly against glistening sex.
My date remained limp in my hands as I eased the helm of his phallus along my labia, though his arms did begin to resume their blissful work of stroking and hugging my body. Finally I showed him where to dig in, pressing the giant phallic head against my tight vaginal opening. Suddenly the muscles within the tentacle became taut in my grasp, and the penis surged against me. Startled, I jumped and gave a yelp, which caused the creature to freeze up again.
“No, no, I’m sorry,” I apologized, blushing as I realized it might not understand me, “Listen, if you can hear me, you can take over from here. Just be gentle, okay? I’m going to be a real tight fit if we can even get you inside of me.” To my extreme surprise, the monster nodded its head slowly before my face so that we understood each other. I blushed again, reaching up to plant a kiss on the creature’s snout. He growled back at me, slithering a tentacle up to push deep between my lips. I didn’t resist a bit, sucking down the tendril even as it poked its way into my throat; when he hesitated upon my gag reflex, I just grabbed his length and forced him to take my throat, showing him how to stroke me so that I could catch my breathe between his plunging invasions.
While I showed my date how to take my throat, he expertly began working at my pussy with a skill that defied his girth. Though despite his impressive skill, I still groaned when he finally committed to a surging thrust that buried the tip of his girth into my warm, wet tunnel. I felt tears surge past my eyes as another push came, tensing my body into a tight arch as the phallus bored its way deeper.
I did not resist when a pair of tentacles wrapped about my trembling thighs and opened them as wide as possible, allowing the thick body of the creature to descend closer to my straining flower. I nearly screamed when the next thrust came, considering myself lucky that the noise was muffled by the tentacle shafted deep in my throat at that particular moment. It was hard to tell through the pain of his entry, but by now I predicted that I had taken about four or five inches of the monster; I didn’t know how much more I was supposed to take for him, but I was still ready to try anyways. Another push, but this time I barely took half an inch as my stretched sheathe simply refused to take any more of the alien meat in just one stroke. I was sad when, at this point, I pulled the tentacle from my mouth and broke the ‘kiss’ I was sharing with my date, but a girl needed her oxygen in this sort of a situation, and lots of it.
The creature didn’t seem to mind much, instead coiling the length about my neck lightly so that it could excite itself off of my race-horse pulse. My date showed me just how much pleasure he was in when his throat clearly groaned and his snout collapsed into my soft abdomen, nuzzling lovingly. With that display, I was suddenly ready to take him, I knew it. I reached my hands down and stroked the creature’s shapely skull, playing up along the very sensitive fin at the back of his head, which shivered feverishly at my touch.
Now assured that he wasn’t overpowering me past what I was capable of, the alien pulled back his phallus slightly to try another fresh stroke from the starting point. I gave a moan as he emptied himself from me, my body relaxing slightly. Then he thrust back inside, the helm squirming and wriggling like a worm as it burrowed deep into my accepting orifice. I tensed up and gave an exultant cry of triumph as I successfully took nine thick inches of alien meat into my love canal. No lie, it was the biggest thing I had ever had inside of me, but damn did it feel good when my date began to stroke himself slowly in and out and in and out of my straining, hugging sheathe. I gave a whining moan of pleasure as my hips bucked against the flow of the creature’s strokes, to ease the passage of each stretching thrust.
However, it wasn’t long before I was moving with the alien, moving my hips so that his strokes came in a way that felt best against my sensitive inner walls and forced the outer shaft to rub against my clit with every stroke. Tentacles continued to dance and caress my body as I writhed and bucked there on the red satin of bed sheets, my cries and moans mingling with the growls and grunts of my extraterrestrial lover. I lost track of how much of my date’s length I was taking, but considering that he was smashing against my cervix with every stroke, I decided that it didn’t really matter all that much. The creature’s snout continued to nuzzle and rub against my soft flesh, moving up and down along the center of my stomach and my lower chest as assisting tentacles danced over every inch of my skin.
We had only been coupling for about five to eight minutes, but it seemed to have gone on for an eternity. However, it was an eternity that passed far too quickly. I clenched up as tightly as my stretched muscles could, my back arching wildly and my hands dipping down to pin my date inside of me as I released in a star-spangled orgasm. Patiently, the alien waited until my body slowly came down from its tremendous height. It seemed as though I had been orgasming for minutes when I finally crashed back to the mattress in a sweat-covered heap.
For a small while we were both relatively still, my hands gently stroking the phallus still buried in my slightly-relaxed body, and a pair of his tentacles taking advantage of my gasping breast mounds. I let a few more seconds pass, and then I release my hands from the creature’s giant cock, raising my arms above my head, where a tentacle met them and playfully restrained me. His skilled tentacles had me aroused again already, or aroused enough, at least. I knew he wanted more; I could sense it in the anticipation of his tense muscles. I leaned back and relaxed, my eyes focusing on the ceiling above. “Okay, keep going,” I sighed, and then gasped as my date immediately and eagerly began thrusting into my long, taut body.
He had me responding to him in no time: bucking and neighing like a mare under her champion mate. This time I completely lost track of time and space. It was just me and him in eternity together, coupling wildly and carelessly passionate for one another and nothing else in the world. I doubted it would ever stop, and honestly I hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t; I had never felt so complete, so perfectly matched. Finally, the end did come, but it wasn’t as bad as I had feared up to that point.
He just surprised me suddenly, reeling his head back and hugging me tightly with his tentacles as he drove himself so hard and deep into my sex that I thought I would split in half. I gasped when I felt his muscular length throb and pulse with the inevitable, and my own tensed body was not prepared for what came next. Suddenly his length spasmed and ejaculated powerfully to release jets of thick, warm seed that shot straight up into the very center of my being. I too came as copious amounts of gism flooded my inner love chamber. The pleasure was a lightning storm of sensation within my abdomen, ricocheting inside of me to excite every nerve in my jerking body. It was the most incredible orgasm I could have imagined. His tendrils hugged me tight with every wave of ejaculate, and my clenching walls could feel his mighty length flex again and again as he gifted me with his store of precious, life-creating fluid.
My mate slumped as his body finally relaxed, but I remained taut and tight as a finely-tuned instrument from the pressure inside of me. When finally my alien lover pulled out the last inch of his filling girth, I was able to give a sigh of relief as a small trickle of fertile overflow oozed lightly from my overworked womanhood. The creature’s body relaxed itself to the side of my waist as its phallus slithered back into its protective sheathe and closed up the shell casing over it. His tentacles, however, remained to cuddle with me and draw my body up against his thick, warm neck which stretched out along the bed. I nuzzled against him, purring and sighing as we both cuddled deep into the night.
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Thudding. There was thudding. Why? Where was I? Oh, the date! I awoke with a start, gasping as my eyes opened in realization of where I was and that I must have fallen asleep in the hotel room. I was greeted by glistening black flesh directly before my face. I blinked, and then sighed and nuzzled up against the fleshy neck trunk in front of me as I realized that my date was still asleep, his tentacles still coiled limply around my body. We must have both fallen into exhausted slumber while cuddling last night. …Last night.
Rachel’s never going to believe this, I thought as I stared up and out the window on the far wall, smiling a smile I never thought I would have again. I had found love once more, and it was with an alien, of all things. Whatever; who was anyone to judge, anyways? Who were they to define love? Let them talk their talk, and stare their disapproving glares; they were all just jealous anyways. Jealous that she had found what few people really, truly found in their lifetimes.
Knocking again, louder this time, at the door. I perked up, turning halfway to look at the door, where a muffled voice called out, “Room service! Anyone here! You still have your ‘Do not disturb’ sign up; are you in there?”
“Yes,” I called out loudly, regretting such a loud tone as I felt my lover’s body jerk awake against me, “we’re still in here, thank you!”
“Okay, I come back at 1, so please go by then!”
1? As in 1pm? What time was it? I shifted over to look at the clock on the digicomm system, and read 12:26pm. Shizno, I had slept in late! I had missed my early-morning flight back home hours ago, and then missed work just several hours after that! Well, I supposed it didn’t matter much now, as I thought more about it. If what I was feeling was real, then I would be quitting that job to move to the Mars colony anyways.
Just then eight tentacles came to life, stretching and easing back around me as I giggled as was returned to my lover’s side. “Thank you,” I whispered, kissing along the front of the alien’s long neck, “last night was really special. I think we hit it off. I definitely want to see you again, if you wouldn’t mind?” The alien purred back in response, petting me as it bobbed its head slowly in humanoid agreement. “Good,” I said with another giggle, wrapping myself around my new lover, “So, let’s see. You said your name was Obsidian in your date-ad, right? It’s been a true pleasure making your aquaitance. I know the hotel cleaning service wants us out of here in half an hour, but would you like to go out to lunch with me after we wash up? Maybe, if you’re good, we can even have some ‘dessert’ afterwards.”
Obsidian perked up at the last suggestion, and hungrily growled as he wrapped his tendrils around my waist and thighs. I giggled and wiggled out of his grasp, making him chase me into the bathroom where we showered together, among other things.
We ended up making the cleaning lady wait a whole hour past the time she had set, but we did eventually get out of that hotel room with our clothing on. We decided to take a taxi to a fancy cross-species restaurant that the cab driver suggested; we drove off together into a promising new day, a horizon we wouldn’t be afraid to explore together now that we had love. Love! I was in love again!