Highway to Krell - Bisexual Edition

He crawled further up her body and leaned down to kiss her belly, her hips shifting under him as he bit softly, running his tongue across the roll of paunch on her delicate underside.

She growled suddenly, and in a flash she took him under the arms and flung him back onto the pillows, a fresh hunger in her amber eyes as she crawled on top of him. She pinned his arms above his head with one hand, the size of a dinner plate and easily encompassing his wrists, and then positioned her sopping loins an inch above his nose. She lowered herself eagerly, unceremoniously, her fat thighs closing around his head as she sat heavily on his face. Her tail rested on his chest, trailing down towards his groin and crudely batting at his aching erection, her juices flowing over his face as she started to grind.

He did his best to meet her loins with his tongue, playing it across her blue vulva and her meaty lips, trying to catch her clitoris as it rubbed against his nose. He didn't have much luck, the Krell was lost in a fugue of lust, rubbing against his face as she neared her climax. She tugged at his hair with her free hand, her back arching as she moved, Clayton scarcely able to breathe as she smothered him with her wet flesh. She stroked his member with her tail, decidedly less deft than her tongue, but the cool, pliant fat felt good against his skin as she rubbed him.

He felt the firm muscles of her thighs press against his cheeks beneath the soft cushion of her fat, her grip on his sodden hair becoming rougher as a spasm wracked her massive body. A flood of sour fluid drenched him, filling his mouth, the alien doubling over on top of him and shuddering violently. Her muscles clenched as she came all over his face, releasing his hands which immediately sank into the meat of her thighs, now that she had stopped grinding he took the opportunity to suck her hard protrusion into his mouth. She hissed and tugged at his hair, another wave of pleasure rolling through her body, tensing and then relaxing in a harsh rhythm as her orgasm tore into her.

CHAPTER 10: BLOOD PRESSURE

Reid was awoken by the sound of heavy footsteps on the wooden floor, the moans from her colleagues and the rumbling vocalizations of the Krell as the aliens descended upon them jolting her from her sleep. She rose to a sitting position, peeking over the lip of her chosen recess, unsure of what was going on. Were they being attacked? The room had suddenly become packed with Krell, should she attempt to escape? No, those were mating calls, and it sounded as if her team were caught up in the sporadic activity.

Reid was groggy and confused, she couldn't think straight. Worse, that vibrating sound the aliens made was doing something strange to her body. So many of them were repeating the mating call, their powerful voices merging into one tone that assaulted her senses, the sound waves penetrating down to her bones and shaking her loins. She was wet, excited, it made her feel like a neglected housewife sitting on top of a goddamned washing machine. If she were to slip her hand beneath her panties right now she could probably get off immediately, but...no, no, what was she thinking? It was a public place, her fellow scientists occupying beds mere feet away from her, yet by the lurid sounds emanating from their recesses she guessed that they had been similarly effected.

It was maddening, she rubbed her naked thighs together as a damp patch darkened her underwear, her nipples like bullets through her tank top. Her clothes were stained with sweat and humidity, and now her juices, there was no way to escape the pervasive damp and she balled her fists with frustration. She was sick of Krell, sick of this planet, sick of sweat and mud and damp and sex and heat and she just wanted a fucking cold shower.

She slunk back into her hole and gripped one of the animal pelts in her hands, pulling it over her despite the heat, concealing herself beneath it. Both to hide from the roving Krell, and so that there was no chance that any of her colleagues might stumble upon her getting herself off, the need more urgent than she had ever felt it as she slipped a finger beneath the waistband of her panties.

Her imagination raced as the sounds of Webber and her new boyfriend coupling floated across the room, and Reid wondered briefly if she should allow one of the willing males into her pit, if Webber could do it then why couldn't she? She banished the intrusive thought, she wouldn't stoop to the same level as Lena, unlike the plain linguist Reid had never had any trouble attracting the opposite sex. She was a little jealous, it sounded like they were having mind-blowing sex, but if she could ride this out then she'd be thanking herself for her restraint tomorrow morning.

Think about how you'll feel in the morning, think about the regret, try to block out the burning heat between your legs and the throbbing ache that threatens to betray you to your base instincts. God, she wished they would shut up, she tried to block out the sound with a pillow but to no avail. It was in her flesh as much as it was in the air around her, buzzing in her brain, and she rubbed her mound furiously in an attempt to banish her unwilling arousal.

A fresh sheen of sweat coated her body, the heat beneath the blanket exasperating the problem, and she finally threw it off her to expose her glistening skin to the no less stifling air. There was nowhere she could go on this miserable planet to escape the muggy atmosphere, and her discomfort only fed into her frustration. She sat up a little and chanced a glance over the rim of her recess, locating Webber's bed and watching Sleethe moving on top of her, only his armored back and muscular shoulders in view. She was so small in comparison to him, he must be using her like a damned toy, plunging her with that oversized Krell...

She shook her head violently as if it might shake her perverse thoughts loose, lying prone again and trying to focus on her own needs. This was beneath her, damn it, how could she lose her composure like this? She was acting like a horny teenager.

No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get off, she was too embarrassed and ashamed, too uncomfortable as she lay on the cushions that were stuffed with pointy reeds and the humidity and sweat made her feel filthy. She could smell herself, and the only shower for light years was currently flying around the planet at orbital speeds. Red-faced and angry, she gave up, lying on her back and seething with anger, arousal and jealousy.

As she tried to catch her breath, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching her, and her heart leapt with fear and guilty excitement. Should she throw the sheets back over herself? Try to hide? 'Or maybe you should lie on your belly and raise your ass in the air like a bitch in heat so he can rail you,' the nagging voice in back of her mind muttered. She blotted it out and pulled the furry pelt over her body, leaving only her red face exposed, her dark hair sodden and tangled.

A Krell leaned over her recess, its yellow eyes inspecting her. She wasn't a biologist or a vet like Sousa or Clayton, and so she had a harder time telling the two genders apart. This one seemed female to her though, its snout seemed shorter than Sleethe's, who she had now grown accustomed to seeing during their stay on the cargo freighter. It watched her curiously as she peered over the blanket at it, wary as she watched its nostrils flare to take in her scent. It hit her with a burst of subsonic vibrations, dizzying her and making her buck reflexively, her thighs clamping together beneath the pelt as the sound waves stimulated her. It was an invitation, a proposition, and one that Reid felt almost compelled to indulge.

It was a female, did that make her gay? Hell, it was an alien, did that make her a zoophile? Indecision wracked her as the alien cocked its head and watched her, awaiting her reply, its golden pupils oddly intense as they fixed her in a hungry gaze. Fuck it, she needed this too badly to care, let her regret it tomorrow and enjoy it in the moment.

Reid groaned with an unfamiliar blend of dissatisfaction and lust, throwing the sheet off her body and exposing herself to the alien, the Krell seeming to smile and slid down into the recess to join her with surprising grace relative to its immense size. She was a little disappointed, she had wanted a male, she had wanted...

Well, this would do, she might not even have been able to handle a male Krell. Not in the way that Webber seemed to be able to in any case, being younger and more flexible. Her heart raced as the female Krell crawled towards her on its hands and knees, looming over Reid as she trembled with arousal and mild apprehension. What was it going to do? Her question was answered as it plunged its snout between her slick thighs, breathing in her scent and squashing its nose against her damp panties. She felt its hot breath penetrate the thin fabric, her hands reaching down to rest on its leathery head. She felt as if her heart might break out of her ribcage and jump clear across the room, her skin was feverish to the touch and her sweat stung her eyes.

The alien looked up at her and opened its maw, letting a tongue the length of Reid's arm roll out to fall heavily onto her taut belly. It was hot and slimy, the alien's thick saliva mingling with her sweat as the bruise-purple organ dragged across her skin, the alien seeming to enjoy the salt in her sudor. She was wearing a tank top and her panties, as much clothing as she dared to remove in the company of her colleagues, despite the heat that threatened to drive her to nudity. Now she didn't care, she wanted that organ inside her, she felt drool pool in her mouth as she looked down at it.

Reid liked to stay in shape, and she had prominent abdominal muscles that protruded from beneath her flat belly, the Krell's tongue tracing the channels they carved in her pale skin as it explored her figure. It moved down to her groin, gripping her hips in its hands to keep her still, the woman writhing with anticipation as the Krell licked her sensitive inner thighs. It drenched her panties in its saliva, its rubbery tongue scraping at her vulva through the cotton, coating her belly and thighs in warm, stringy drool.

Reid couldn't stand it any longer, reaching down to lower her underwear, strands of her excitement gluing it to her mound. She freed herself from the sopping garment, kicking her panties loose to expose her dripping sex to the alien, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched the Krell inspect her. She was gripped with momentary terror, fearing that the alien might not find her pink organ to its liking and leave her wanting, more terrible a fate than any she could have imagined in that moment.

Instead she purred with delight, her spine arching to raise her ass of the cushions as the Krell dragged its smooth tongue between her labia. It grazed her swollen clitoris, sending a bolt of almost sickening pleasure through her overexcited body, Reid shivering involuntarily as a glob of its saliva slid between her cheeks. It lapped clumsily at her splayed lips, glancing her belly and thighs as its massive tongue teased her. God, she needed that thing inside her. It looked long enough to fill her with length to spare, as thick as her wrist, flexible and dripping with viscous ropes of saliva.

Please please let it be soon, she couldn't stand to wait any longer, it was driving her crazy.

As if it could read her mind, the Krell pushed the tapered tip of its long, purple tongue into her hole, her walls closing around it in shock as its smooth surface grazed her tender insides. She caught the nearest pillow in her hands and brought it to her mouth, biting down hard on the fabric to suppress a cry of pleasure that would betray her sordid activities to her friends, squirming as the Krell held her hips in its leathery hands and drove its organ deeper.

It just kept coming, piling more of its thick coils inside her when it found that it couldn't proceed any deeper, Reid practically foaming at the mouth and mauling her pillow with her teeth as the slippery rolls pushed against her deepest reaches. The alien was licking her, every nerve in her canal buzzing with sensation as if hooked up to a live wire as the slippery organ undulated and wriggled like a living thing, lubricated both by its saliva and her flowing juices. It traced every wrinkle and fold, so warm and soft, expanding inside her to put pressure on her most sensitive places.

A human tongue wouldn't even reach an inch inside of her, and while a penis was enjoyable, it was rigid and inflexible. A cock delivered only one sensation, but this was a new dimension of pleasure, white spots darting across her vision as she crossed her arms over the pillow and tried to hang on. The way it licked her walls from the inside, the way it alternated its speed and strength, the softness of its glancing strokes contrasting with the firmness of the muscle when it flexed to drive against her yielding flesh. She moaned into the cushion, squeezing it against her chest as the Krell roiled inside her, the warm meat of its tongue pushing into her weak spots like a practiced finger.

The alien looked up at her over her glistening belly, her thighs now firmly clenched around its scaly head, gauging her reaction to its forceful probing as she rocked and thrust against its face. Reid was beside herself, all pretenses of sophistication and control abandoned, trying to fuck the alien's tongue as her muscles contracted around the invading organ. She felt a sudden, mad love for the creature, warmth flooding her body as she cast her pillow aside and doubled over to hold its massive head in her hands.

She stroked its flushed scales, unexpectedly smooth under her fingers, twitching and sighing as it wriggled its long tongue inside her. She planted a kiss on its brow, realizing how stupid that would have looked to any observers, but wanting to show appreciation and affection all the same. She settled for wrapping her arms around its neck and hugging it against her chest, her breasts resting on its snout, her damp hair falling down its neck as she clung to the Krell.

It continued its assault, Reid rolling her hips against its face, lost in a fugue as her sweat-drenched body assumed a instinctual, mechanical thrusting motion. It was fortunate that they shared no common language, as she no longer had the capacity to formulate words, primal grunts and moans supplanting any coherent sentences.

The Krell was relentless, it just kept going, tireless and generous as it ate her out. Reid felt herself digging her nails into the soft underside of its neck as the stimulation drove her to new heights of pleasure, but it didn't seem to mind. Hell, she couldn't have hurt it if she tried, these beasts were known to shrug off bullets like they were spitballs.

An especially strong jolt of electrical pleasure rolled up her spine and forced her lie back again, stretching out like a cat, arms extended above her head to grip the rim of the recessed bed as her back arched gracefully. Her toes were curling so powerfully that they were beginning to cramp, her mouth dry as she shed every last drop of her moisture through her pores and her loins. She felt the alien spiral its tongue inside her, stretching her tunnel and scouring her tender flesh, her cheeks hot enough to scald her hands as she covered her face. She couldn't take much more of this, she was riding thunder, the alien pushing her ever higher towards a peak that she feared would tear her sanity into confetti.

She slipped a hand beneath her top and gripped one of her ample breasts with one hand, kneading her plaint flesh and catching her swollen nipple between her fingers, pinching and tugging as the Krell's cool cheeks rubbed against her inner thighs. She slid her other hand downwards, over her slick abs, seeking out her clitoris and rubbing manically. After a moment the alien noticed what she was doing, taking her wrist in one of its large hands and pulling her fingers away.

"H-Hey! I...I need it," Reid complained, her voice hoarse and ragged. Her protest was cut delightfully short as her Krell partner pushed the base of its tongue against the protruding nub of flesh, its organ long enough to fill her to capacity at the same time that it lapped at her clit. She loosed a burst of delirious laughter that petered out into soft, pained moans, losing herself to the pleasure as she felt her long-awaited climax welling in her loins.

It was too much for her to bear, she was being attacked from too many angles, her loins aching wonderfully as the powerful tongue stirred up her depths. She clenched her fist, still pinned by the alien's many-fingered hand as the first flare of her wracking orgasm hit her like a brick wall. Had the alien not still been gripping her hip to keep her in place, she might have flopped out of the bed like a beached fish, her entire body convulsing as the pleasure ripped through her muscles. As soon as the first climax washed over her, it was quickly chased by a second, somehow sharper and harsher than that which had preceded it. The Krell kept up its cruel pace to draw out every last pulse of her orgasm, her vagina attempting to crush its tongue, contracting around it as it roved and teased.

Again and again she came, each wave more powerful than the last as it crashed over her spasming body, becoming almost painful as her climax dragged on. It was a good pain though, a satisfying ache that left her exhausted and spent. Her ardent struggling slowly faded as fatigue overcame her, the pleasure ebbing and giving way to a flood of euphoria and afterglow.

Finally she came to, as if awakening from some fevered dream, looking down with unfocused eyes to see the Krell kneeling over her. Was that concern on its expression? They were so difficult to read. Reid extended her arms to it, embracing it as it collapsed beside her, tugging one of the animal pelts over them for privacy as its long tongue began to taste her damp skin again. It rubbed its head against her cheek, nuzzling affectionately as she caught her breath, and Reid found herself caressing the alien's scaly head.

She felt drunk, giddy, and she pressed her lips against the alien's snout in a misguided attempt to kiss it. It had no lips, but it sensed what he was trying to do, opening its mouth and pushing that maddening tongue down her throat. It was sudden and unexpected, but Reid took it without complaint, the obscene embrace drawing out a lingering aftershock as she closed her eyes and let it invade her head. She rubbed her thighs together as the rubbery organ grazed her esophagus, feeling its fingers comb her sodden hair, the taste of her sex on its breath.

By the time it withdrew its long organ from her mouth, linked by a rope of its saliva, Reid had already begun to slide her hand between its muscular thighs. Her heart raced and she felt herself slipping below the sheets, kissing its soft belly as she moved downwards towards its unfamiliar nethers. She should return the favor before she came to her senses and thought better of it.

CHAPTER 11: EXPLORING

Dubois had been sure that they were about to be eaten when the Krell had stormed the room, ever alert, he had heard their footsteps on the creaking floorboards as they had approached his bed. He had thought briefly about drawing his weapon, but he had brought that gun to kill animals. If he had wanted to kill Krell he would have had to bring a railgun or something heavy duty, one of those Borealan slug throwers would probably have done the job, if the recoil didn't just break his shoulder. He had never heard tell of a hostile Krell, they were notorious for being friendly and hospitable, but who was to say that these tribals wouldn't roast the humans over a fire in some savage ritual?