Highway to Krell - Hetero Edition

It gripped his reddening cheeks with its many-fingered hands, holding him steady as the obscene kiss dragged on, its dull claws digging into his skin. It had no lips with which to kiss, at least not in the way a human would, and so it used its long tongue like an appendage to probe deep inside his gullet, the smaller human squirming under the unexpected assault. It just kept coming, more and more of its length slipping between his lips to coat the inside of his mouth with its alien saliva, the inside of its open maw the same bruised color as its tongue.

He tried to meet this invasive embrace, but his own organ was woefully insufficient, struggling against the invader's smooth surface as his back rose off the pillows beneath him. The creature's palms were cool, soothing as they cupped his burning cheeks, his spine arching and his eyelids fluttering as the seemingly unending kiss dragged on.

Finally the alien tired of its game, and slowly withdrew its tongue back into its mouth, a foot or more of wet flesh leaving Clayton's throat like a fat strand of purple spaghetti. He coughed as the Krell peered down at him, its amber eyes reflecting what dim torchlight penetrated the bead curtain from the walkway outside, nictitating lenses blinking at him. Did she see him as a lover? As a mate? Perhaps as prey? It didn't matter at this point, he was as hard as steel, his heart pumping like a pneumatic drill as a strand of the alien's saliva broke to fall to his forehead.

It was...no, 'she' was so large, so powerful. Fifteen or sixteen feet from nose to tail, perhaps seven or eight hundred pounds of fat and muscle, the enormous tail alone must have accounted for a third of that weight and length. His eyes played over her body in the near darkness, the same spinach-colored scales as the males, with the same pale underbelly that seemed as smooth as glass, but her weight was distributed so differently. She had a plump chest and belly that gave her an appealing paunch, begging for his fingers to delve into the soft fat, even more of it piled onto her wide, feminine hips and her frankly fat ass. The tail too was packed with fat deposits, it was a miracle she was able to move the damned thing, all of the muscle that would let her power through the water like a torpedo using that tail like an oar must have been contained in her rear, giving her cheeks a firmness and heft that drew his gaze.

She poised over him, planting her hefty, muscular thighs to either side of his hips, each as thick and wide as a human torso. The pale underbelly extended between her legs as it passed her groin and trailed down the underside of her tail, almost an invitation in the way that it highlighted her inner thighs. He could see her genital slit, usually concealed but now splayed open, its fat lips tinted blue and dripping a viscous liquid that fell to his belly in thick ropes.

She wasn't playing games, he could have filled a damned coffee cup if he had held it beneath her, her overpowering heat arousing her beyond anything known to humankind. Would a paltry human organ be enough to satisfy her? He had seen Krell genitals, the male organ was easily as long as his arm and shaped like a shovel with a flared head. She had selected him though, and she had been presented with her pick of the male Krell. What was going through her mind he wondered? Novelty? Some alien perversion? It didn't matter, they were too far gone now, whatever was about to happen was going to happen and neither of them had the will or the desire to stop it.

The female Krell tugged at his shirt with its claws, not able to figure out the item of clothing, and Clayton hastily tugged it over his head to expose his chest. It explored him with its hands, enjoying the warmth that emanated from his mammalian body, lingering with its palm over his heart to feel it beating beneath the surface. Her cool skin was welcome in the stifling humidity, a balm as the oppressive heat drew sweat from his pores, making his body slick with a layer of sudor. Again her long tongue flopped out of her mouth like a fleshy rope to drag across his belly, perhaps enjoying the taste of the salt, Clayton bucking against her as she left a trail of saliva.

He was pinned under her immense weight now, she was propped up on her knees so as not to crush him, but she let enough of her weight rest on him that she pushed him deep into the cushions in the recess. He could hear her leathery tail waving back and forth outside of his view, the rough, armored dorsal scales scraping against the wooden rim and shifting the fur pelts that lay around them.

He was suddenly taken with an undeniable urge to touch her, to explore her alien body with his grasping fingers, almost desperate as he sat up and plunged them into her soft hips. The doughy fat gave way beneath his hands, spilling between his digits as he kneaded and groped, so delicate and cushy. She looked down at him from far above, his head barely reaching her pudgy chest, and she rested a hand on his back as if encouraging him to continue. He slid his hand up her hourglass waist, a combination of the damp air that clung to her green scales and the sweat that coated his own skin making them both wet and slippery. The armor on her back and tail was admittedly tough, like worn leather as he traced the twin rows of dull spines, but her sides were softer, her underbelly having a texture as smooth as blown glass that begged for his touch. He slid his hands over the yielding fat deposits on her chest, rubbing his cheek against her belly, the attractive roll of fat cushioning him.

The Krell crooned happily, running her fingers through his hair, enjoying the strange texture as she pet him as if he were an affectionate cat. He leaning into her strokes, enjoying the sensation of her blunt claws on his scalp, sending pleasant shivers down his spine as he pushed his face between her psuedo-breasts. There was no breast tissue of course, no firmness beneath her fat, and despite her size they were small and almost flush to her chest. They were as soft as the rest of her chubby body though, and he sank his fingers into the deposits, squeezing and gripping so that the fat spilled around his hands.

His erection surged as he slid his damp palms down past the small of her back and the base of her tail, cupping her copious rear. Her cheeks were enormous, packed with the same supple fat, but beneath that layer were muscles like tempered steel. They gave her butt dimples, the brawn beneath showing through despite the velvety flesh that covered it, and he let the sheer weight of her ass hang in his hands as he dug into it with his fingers.

She seemed to be enjoying his clumsy explorations, and he felt her hand glance his member through the fabric of his underwear. He released her cheeks to fall heavily back into place, bouncing softly as they settled, and hurriedly pulled his shorts down.

The Krell placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and pushed him prone, Clayton lying back, exposed and vulnerable as the curious alien stooped to examine his throbbing erection. He felt her hot breath on his sensitive glans as she sniffed it, watching the organ bounce in the air in response, and his heart almost stopped in his chest as she opened her jagged maw and wound her purple tongue towards it. The long organ curled around the head, slimy and hot, saliva flowing from her jaws and falling to his thighs and belly in heavy globs. He didn't care, in fact there was something exciting about being so filthy, it was impossible to escape the sweat and dampness that permeated the building and her fluids could hardly make his situation any less sanitary. This was a world of mud and slime, and he should revel in it before he inevitably had to return to his sterile laboratory, it was somehow liberating to forego the usual obsessive cleanliness that a medical practice necessitated.

Her rubbery appendage grazed his tender flesh, making him grit his teeth and buck, the Krell watching him through her reptilian eyes and noting what the human reacted to. He didn't fancy getting too close to those snaggleteeth that lined her lipless snout, but she didn't seem to intend that. Instead she used her massive, slick tongue to lick his shaft, belly and thighs. It was so warm and gentle, his lower body soon coated in a layer of her slippery saliva as she dragged her tongue over his most intimate places, as if testing where he wanted to be touched without having to resort to something as pointless as language. He flinched and bucked as her silky muscle glanced his inner thighs, playing over his balls and dripping bubbling drool that matted his pubic hair. Eventually she seemed to zero in on his genitals, wrapping her foot of slimy muscle around his pulsing shaft and holding it in her tongue, letting her saliva dampen it as Clayton's heart raced.

She definitely liked heat, and his member was swollen with warm blood, burning like an iron in a forge as she began to drag her tongue up and down his shaft. She squeezed the tip, finding a rhythm as droplets of her sticky fluids rolled down his cock to pool on his belly and wet his balls, lubricated almost to the point that it would have been frictionless were it not for the cruel pressure that she applied. She never used her hands, they were planted in the cushions to either side of his hips, supporting her immense weight as her dexterous tongue did its work in their stead.

He gasped, covering his mouth with his hand to suppress an unbecoming moan that his colleagues might have overhead as she used the tapered tip of her long organ to push underneath his foreskin, pulling it back to expose the shiny, swollen glans. She circled the tip, warm and wet, Clayton's eyes rolling into the back of his head as she lapped at his welling precum. It was too intense, and he couldn't tell her to slow down, the language barrier a veritable wall that separated them. Pleasure was their only language now, a vocabulary of moans and gasps, sultry glances that communicated their desires and primal needs across the cultural gulf.

She watched him with her golden eyes as he writhed and squirmed under her touch, drinking in his expressions, no doubt enjoying the heat that his beleaguered body radiated as she tortured him.

The Krell's tongue tightened around his member, an enclosing wall of muscle that teased every inch of his shaft, her pace becoming faster as she dragged it up and down to stimulate him. Stars danced in front of his eyes, his peripheral vision narrowing as the pleasure began to overwhelm him, the Krell eyeing him greedily as she sensed the blood rushing through his member. She gripped his gyrating hips with her hands, holding him still as she teased him with her tongue, agile and dexterous like some kind of tentacle, driving him inexorably closer to his impending climax.

He gripped her wrist with one hand, feeling her almost imperceptibly small scales beneath his fingers, his other hand rising to cover his eyes as if that might somehow lessen the waves of pleasure that were crashing over him.

Could she sense that he was close? It seemed that way, her unrelenting rhythm increasing as she held him down, practically fucking him with the tight grip of her slimy organ. Bursts of hissing static flashed in his brain as he felt his orgasm welling in his loins, his consciousness ebbing as the intolerable sensation of her tongue around his cock continued, every stroke and squeeze lighting up his nervous system like a fireworks display. Shivers rolled down his spine, his back rising from the bed in reflexive spasms, thrusting his hips in a primal attempt to glean more stimulation. The Krell watched him with what could only be described as a smirk, enjoying the effect she had on him, this fleshy little alien who was completely under her power.

She gave him one final, crushing squeeze, and Clayton shut his eyes tightly against the unbearable sensation. A harsh jolt of pleasure rolled up his spine, and his pelvic muscles contracted, driving the wracking orgasm from his body. He sprayed a thick wad of his ejaculate to the Krell's coiled tongue, the alien somewhat surprised as his erection twitched and jerked, throbbing in her grasp as it released its load over her rubbery flesh. Again and again the pulses came, forcing out more of his emission, the cloudy fluid dripping down the rolls of her organ in heavy ropes.

Finally Clayton lay back gasping, his breath coming ragged bursts as the alien uncoiled her tongue to let his diminishing erection fall to his belly, still wet with strands of her saliva and his come. She sampled the fluid, considering, and then the feeling of her tongue on his member pierced through his euphoric afterglow like a hot knife. She appeared to enjoy the taste, lapping at the residue that coated his penis and belly, drawing the fluid into her mouth as Clayton wriggled as she tickled him. She licked her chops, gazing down at him, his eyelids heavy and his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Were she a human woman he might have been heaping praise on her, but she wouldn't have understood, so he had to show his appreciation in more direct ways. When he had recovered from his crippling orgasm he rose to his knees unsteadily, resting a hand on her paunchy belly, the alien cocking her head curiously as he tried to ease her back. She understood what he was trying to do, and shuffled about, making space in the nest of pillows and pelts so that she could lie on her back with her fat tail trailing off to one side.

She parted her thick thighs, exposing her silky underbelly to him, her puffy lips leaking a steady flow of clear fluid as Clayton leaned closer. He rested his hands on her inner thighs, the patches of pale, soft scales that accentuated them as flush as polished wood beneath his palms. He couldn't help but stroke them, running his fingers across the smooth flesh and feeling the iron muscles beneath her pliant fat. They were as large and as round as tree trunks, capable of lifting the massive creature, even in the absence of water to support her weight. He pressed his lips against her thighs, skirting around her splayed loins, teasing her with his tongue as she looked down between her legs with hungry eyes.

He felt her claws delve into his hair again, stroking him gently, the sensation sending a wash of compliance and pleasure through his body that he would admit to noone. He was already hard again, something about feeling her hard claws on his scalp, her gentle fingers in his hair made him seethe with a barely contained desire to please her. A burgeoning lust that surprised even him.

He reached a tentative finger downwards, parting her thick lips, watching her emission leak down her tail and wondering briefly what it would taste like. It looked like an oversized human vulva, the genital slit lined with blue-tinted lips, like the mouth of some beautiful woman who was asphyxiating. The glistening flesh that those lips concealed was also a shade of blue, the anus subtly hidden beneath the far larger and more prominent vagina, the cloaca adapted into two contained channels. Unlike the reptiles and birds of Earth, this upper passage of the cloaca was developed for exclusively sexual purposes, the textured walls past her winking entrance slick and enticing. She had a pronounced clitoris that emerged from the vagina, a bruised purple in color and almost as large as his thumb. It was easy to see where the two Krell genders shared common features.

He pressed his face between her lips, circling her leaking opening with his tongue and letting her juices flow down his chin. He was so covered in sweat and slime, what did it matter? She tasted sour and metallic, but not unpleasantly so, and that signature wet leather smell filled his nose as he pressed deeper. She arched her long back, a shiver running down her spine, and her gentle grip on his sodden hair became tighter. She took a handful of it and tugged him closer, stinging his scalp, and he felt an unfamiliar pang of arousal make his renewed erection jump in response.

He pushed his tongue inside her, and felt her powerful pelvic muscles close around it, as if she was trying to pluck it from his head. Her walls undulated around him, drawing his organ deeper as her textured tunnel rippled and contracted. Finding his tongue insufficient, he pushed a couple of fingers inside her, burying them up to the knuckle in her lavender colored flesh. Her insides were wrinkled and ribbed, moving ceaselessly as they encompassed his digits, hot and tight. It felt almost like pushing his fingers into a jar full of live bait worms, his heart faltering as he imagined what the mass of writhing flesh would feel like around his cock.

Though her loins outwardly resembled those a human woman, she seemed to respond differently, and Clayton experimented in an attempt to determine how she liked it. He ran his tongue along the inside of her puffy lips, drawing them into his mouth, and dragged his tongue across the shiny flesh that surrounded her opening. She wriggled and crooned, her grip in his hair still tight, but it wasn't as strong of a reaction as he had hoped. His lips found her clitoris, swollen and engorged, and now she hissed like an angry rattlesnake as he took it into his mouth and circled the hard nub of flesh with his tongue. She planted both of her hands in his hair, taking rough handfuls and driving a sigh from his throat, her powerful thighs closing around his face to encompass his head.

His whole world became her cool flesh, soft and silky against his cheeks, the alien beginning to roll her wide hips in an attempt to fuck his face as he teased her sensitive bud. Her juices flowed in earnest, strings of her excitement hanging from his chin and making her thighs slippery against his face. He felt her fat tail begin to coil around his body, as if she was afraid that he might stop, the powerful muscles gripping him like a giant anaconda and holding him in place as she thrust against him.

He played with her clitoris in his mouth, trapping it between his lips and sucking it deeper, glancing its shiny surface with his tongue. His fingers were still buried deep in her twitching tunnel, her muscles milking him reflexively, threatening to crush his bones with the strength of her rhythmic contractions. She pulled at his hair, the firm muscles of her thighs threatened to pop his head like a melon, her tail growing ever tighter. He snuck his free hand under her, gripping her ass and squeezing the ample meat, sinking his fingers into her copious fat and feeling her twitch.

Finally she parted her thighs and let him up for air, strands of her juices linking his cheeks to her scales, his warm breath washing over her swollen loins as she looked down at him with a lurid expression. Her long tongue lolled from her jaws like a limp snake, and she tugged him up by his hair to watch her viscous fluids dangle from his face, drawing some perverse satisfaction from the sight.

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.