Lira's Accounts - Complete

The orange light gave way to green walls, wooden tabletops, and perhaps twenty people sat in small groups around an oddly rustic little place. It wasn't outstanding, but the presence of normal humanity in these strange times was striking to Lira. And, notably, it seemed to only be humans in here.

They found a bench, towards the back of the room, Julian obviously looking for some privacy, and ordered some coffee for the table.

Then, sat opposite him, Lira decided to enact part two of the plan.

'So,' they both said at the same time, making them laugh. The warmth of the moment was disarming, and Lira was having to fight off some more emotional urges that were surfacing.

'Go on,' she smiled, sitting back.

'Alrighty. Basically, I'm quitting my job, Lira.'

If he hadn't said it with a smile, she would have been gutted.

'What?'

'Or, at least, I plan to.'

Again, that smile.

'What's going on?' she asked.

'They're recontracting everybody, so that the company owns the content, instead of the creator.'

'I thought that was how most people were contracted?'

'Not all,' he said. 'Not you.'

What??

'I don't understand,' Lira said as the drinks arrived. Julian leant in, a conspiratorial shade in his voice.

'They're changing the whole system because your articles are gaining traction, and fast. They see the potential, but the profit is yours. They were going to sneak it into an apparent pay rise, hand you a new contract with a smile and say 'heres a higher wage!', but it's all bullshit.'

'So, you're leaving?'

'If you are,' he said, flashing that smile once more. 'They are actively trying to rip you off - Lira, this thing you're doing, it's sexy, and dangerous, and people love it! Come with me, bring the brand while it still belongs to you, and we'll go indie with it. That's my pitch.'

He breathed out, visibly relaxing, the weight on his shoulders safely transferred to her's.

I could write my political proposal, she thought. The audience comes for the content - me.

This is doable.

'Julian, I-'

She was about to accept. To throw caution to the wind and do it.

But a certain sensation stopped her. Here, in this lovely café as people had polite conversations all around them, Lira felt a warm push at her rear, as the slime emerged for one of its several daily feedings.

'Oh shit,' she whispered, as Julian's face registered his concern.

'Lira?'

She felt the slick, intelligent goo soak her pants, enveloping her groin. Lira's eyes fluttered as her sex was bathed in warm, shifting liquid, squeezed against her by virtue of her sitting on the lovely wooden bench.

She squeaked as it slid through her folds, finding her clit in moments, it's usual rippling movements extenuated by the pressure of her pants. She let out a long breath, just barely avoiding a moan, and realised her eyes were closed.

Opening them, she saw Julian, a picture of worry, and shook her head as the slime pushed itself into her. For all the world, it felt like her clit was being lapped at by a soft, supple, dexterous tongue, as a delicious thick cock slowly stretched her out.

'You need to get me out of hERE,' she said, her voice hitching at the end as the slime expertly played with her clit. Lira was soon rocking her hips ever so slightly, trying not to move too much.

'Why? What- why?'

'The slime,' Lira said, feeling her body quickly responding to it's exploration. The phallic shape shifted in her, and she felt the thing start pushing deep, deep into her as her clit was sucked and licked by the horny gel.

She gripped the table, willing herself not to cum, her eyes locked on Julian.

'The Oozelich?'

'In me,' she gasped, her shoulders tense and her fists white-knuckling on the table. 'Right now. Gonna - gonna - fuuuuck,' she whined as it pulled out, sliding across her flesh and stretching her anus wide. Through her alien encounters, Lira had discovered a true love for anal, and she was being punished for it now.

As the slime went from hole to hole, giving her alternating, constant pleasure, Lira fought back a moan. All of the right buttons were being pushed, and she silently begged Julian to get her out.

He watched, maybe a little too long, as Lira's orgasm was built under her, her hips rocking now, her hands gripping the table, her sleeves, her own hair as she swallowed the moans.

Then, he watched her slow, her face red as she looked at him. 'Please - you live close by?'

'Did you just...' Julian mouthed the word cum.

Lira shook her head. 'It likes to tease me,' she admitted, standing.

With a wobble, she grabbed his arm, and she hissed at him, 'Now.'

Julian nodded, snapping out of his stupor, and bounced up. He quickly walked Lira through the café, as she tried to ignore what was going on under her very nice, smart trousers. At one point, the slime slid up to her cervix, so deep she made an involuntary noise that sounded far to much like a sex noise, causing a few eyes to latch onto her as they made their way through the establishment.

It was torture. Every step, the movement of her hips, her thighs, shifted the slime inside her, the feeling of it pulling at her clit with each step almost too much. Every movement contributed to the pleasure, the bliss that shot through her as the slime kept her two holes open and filled, the way she had effectively spent the last few weeks training it to.

The walk went quickly, as Lira focused on not cumming in her pants and basically nothing else. Soon enough she was stood, waiting for Julian to find the key as he fumbled through his pockets. All of a sudden, it felt like an eternity, her sex constantly being assaulted in the most wonderful way, as Lira tried to deny how good it felt. She'd never experienced anything like this - a deep, sensual fucking, out in the open; her boss less than a metre away as strangers walked up the corridor somewhere out of sight. It was tantalising.

I'm doing this again, she decided.

The door swung open, and she ran in. The lights raised at their presence, and Lira saw Julian's flat for the first time.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the attention to take it in.

Instead, she immediately dropped to the floor, the carpet soft on her back, and allowed her body to writhe, hips arching through the air, trying to meet hips that didn't exist as she was fucked.

She looked up at Julian, and he was just staring at her, his mouth open.

'Are- are you okay?' he asked, the poor guy clearly having no idea how to react to the woman on his floor, moaning in wonderful agony, her climax kept just out of reach.

Lira realised that he'd seen her like this before - in the videos she had sent him, of her with Helthoh, or with the slim-Lira. He'd seen her cum over and over and over, and now he had a front row seat.

That's so fucking hot, she thought as her hands went to her trousers, undoing buttons as fast as she could manage.

'Lira!' Julian gasped, seeing her undress. Not that he was looking away.

She pulled them down, still wearing her shirt and jacket, knees locked together in a strange bondage as she rolled over, pushing her ass up into the air towards him. Her voice wouldn't allow her to make words - she was just moaning as her holes were treated to unfair teasing and undeniable bliss. She hoped he'd look - that he would see. No point in modesty between them now, anyway.

'Lira what are you- wait, is that an Oozelich?!'

She moaned affirmatively, as the slippery green thing continued to ream her, her pussy sloppy and wet and her ass stretched open. She rolled onto her back, and began ripping her shirt off, popping a couple buttons in the process, and pulling her trousers off altogether

Now, panting, sweating as she was milked for her girl-cum, her body being played like a harp as she made lustful, bliss-filled notes, Lira writhed on the floor of Julian's hallway like a dog in heat.

'We should move you,' Julian said, reaching down to her. As she got close, though, Lira gripped him by the collar and pulled his stupid handsome face in for the kiss she'd wanted to give him for months. She'd always had a crush, always felt secretly proud at the idea of him enjoying the videos of her with her alien companions.

He kissed her back, surprised and pleased at the sudden, erotic turn of events.

Lira moaned into his mouth, her lips soft and her eyes hooded. She trailed her hands through his floppy hair, then pulled at his collar. His hands went under her, and with strength she didn't know he possessed, hauled her up in his arms.

She cried out as the slime punished her clit, hitting her pleasure spots, hiking her up and up again, making her pussy quiver and her muscles tense, her back arching in Julian's strong arms, as her climax came so close - so close.

He dropped her on the bed.

The distraction was enough to pop the bubble that had been building, and she lost that beautiful pressure, even as the Oozelich inside her kept up the good work.

'Wha-?' she managed, before Julian kissed her again, this time the soft blanket of the bed under them giving her a soft surface to writhe against, her hips humping the slime as it fucked her back to the brink, as Julian shed his own shirt.

Lira stroked his chest absently, her mind barely functioning as she begged for release, whimpering into his mouth, 'Please, please oh god I need it!'

She wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him on top of her, her hand fumbling his belt as her clit was licked and her holes fucked. The determination to get him naked was the only anchor she had to the real world.

It was enough. Soon, her world cracked as the slime took her over the edge. On Julian's bed, she screamed her rapture, legs shaking and hips humping, her fingers scratching his bare back as the alien in her lingerie fucked her silly, eating her for all she was worth.

Julian kissed her, unclasping her bra and letting her breasts free, heaving in the afterglow, her body quivering where he slept.

She smiled at him, dreamy and only half-there. Her hand lazily traced his chest, down to his boxers, where his manhood was contained - rock hard and straining at the seams. Lira bit her lip, and stroked him through the fabric.

'You watched me,' she said, her voice under her control again. 'With those... creatures.'

'Yes,' Julian breathed as she stroked him, the slime inside her softly restarting it's ministrations as it usually did.

'Did you like it?'

'Yes.'

'Were you jealous?'

'Of them,' he said.

Lira smiled, the floss of her pussy wet with her orgasm and the ooze that had brought it. 'I thought I would be ruined for men,' she said, laying her head back, and tugging his pants down, releasing him. 'Prove me wrong, Julian.'

His boxers were off next, and soon he was peeling her sexy white pants off her, revealing the hard-at-work alien underneath. It was a strange sight, Lira's tender, beautiful flesh being pulled at and fondled by this inhuman creature, and her moans and whimpers and screams displaying how amazing it felt.

He was almost jealous.

She had asked him, though, to prove to her she wasn't ruined. Or, she had used that as an excuse to have him fuck her.

Didn't matter much.

He positioned himself between her legs, as she looked down at him, her beautiful face a picture of bliss. Her mouth a perfect O, Julian took his moment to lay his member along her slit, squishing against the living green goo.

The slime was safe, after all. Clearly. Right?

Too late - as soon as the shaft of him made contact with the whirling creature, it stuck to him, pulling itself around his decent length.

Julian gasped at the sensation, a warmth and wetness not unlike a woman's sex, but at the same time completely, well, alien.

It was wet and exciting, slightly tingling the bulbous head that had been teased by Lira for the past half hour.

Ah, who's kidding, he thought. I've been obsessed for months.

As he looked down at her, her perfect breasts heaving as she lay, spread-legged for him, her hands holding her mounds, then his arms, then grabbing the bed - it was perfection.

He kissed her knee, making her giggle, as the slime slipped beneath his foreskin. Air sucked in through his teeth as the creature explored him, his pleasure centers firing as it explored under the head, the top of his urethra - not yet invading - all while enveloping him and pressing him against Lira's beautiful sex.

'God save me,' he moaned, pushing forwards, allowing the hyper sensitive head to delve into Lira's soft body.

They moaned together, as Julian lowered himself to kiss her again. Their lips and tongues met, the hair on his chest pressed against her nipples as they started to thrust, grind against each other, the slime a living lubrication that still sucked at her clitoris and swam around the head of his cock, their already intense encounter heightening as they made love in his bed.

All too soon, Julian was near the edge himself, as Lira begged him for more.

'Julian, fuck this is so good,' she whispered, almost scared to speak too loud and break the spell.

'Lira,' he moaned, the rumble of his voice rolling through her. 'Lira, I'm gonna cum.'

'Oohh, Julian, fuck me - cum inside me, please baby,' she gasped as his pace increased, the slime inside her being mashed against her cervix, her clit on fire and her libido in override.

'Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cu-uu-uhhh,' Julian moaned, still thrusting his meat into her. Lira screamed against his shoulder, her body quivering under the joint pleasure of her lovely Julian, and her devious little alien friend.

Alas, even as Julian filled her with his seed, she could tell by the little alien's energy that it wasn't done.

After all, it had a new play thing.

'Would you,' she whispered in his ear, soft and sultry, 'be up for round two, if I gave you my other hole?'

He gulped. He'd seen it on film, how she had been dominated anally to completion, her body used for sex. Julian wasn't sure he could compete, but he wasn't going to turn her down.

'Fuck yes,' he moaned. 'Just - let me recover.'

He pulled out, flipping next to her, and they both frowned.

Lira, because the constant ebbing sensation she had been dealing with had suddenly stopped. Julian, because his cock felt very much like he was still in the midst of one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had.

Lira looked down his strong, toned form to see his politely softening manhood coated almost completely in the living slime, shifting around him, making him look like he'd fucked a dessert.

She laughed a little at that idea, then rolled over to watch him. His face, the twitches in his cheeks as the slime found his spots. The rolling of his eyes when it played like a tongue on the underside of the head. The shift of his lips as it slipped over his balls, tugging and squeezing them lightly.

He opened his legs wide, the alien pulling him back to hardness so soon after orgasm, which he knew itself to be unusual. Even the times he got himself off to the videos of Lira were a one-and-done scenario.

But now, he was back to full length. Eight inches, handsomely thick, his foreskin pulled back to reveal a hungry, red hot head. The slime continued its journey and, to Julian's surprise, found a familiar setting.

'GAAHH!' he yelled, his legs tensing and bringing his butt off the sheets instinctively.

Lira knew that feeling. Again, she just watched, pulling his face to hers for another kiss, as the invader loosened him further, delving inside it's new companion.

It was warm, and oddly pleasant, though Julian had never had anything inside him before.

The idea that this stuff had been inside Lira, then shared by them for pleasure, and now both wrapped around his cock and pushing into his own arse made him shiver.

Not so bad, he thought.

As soon as it started thrusting his cock, simulating a pussy stroking along the shaft, along with the tongue-like movements at the tip, whilst throbbing inside his anus and making sure he was acutely aware of its presence, Julian started moaning into Lira's mouth, her hands holding his head as he was fucked.

I'm being fucked by an alien, he realised.

The sensation became more intense, his backdoor stretching for his new invader, hips slowly humping at nothing as the sheath around his cock milked him.

Lira, curious, slipped down him kissing his chest and thighs on her way, and saw her boss's arsehole as wide as if a cock were deep inside, his cock being milked like a cow, and his moaning curses revealing his enjoyment.

She kissed up his thigh, before reaching his balls, giving them a lick. The slime tasted as she remembered, but it didn't shift to her. It knew who she was - it wanted to play with its new toy.

'Roll over,' Lira breathed, and he did. Julian got onto all fours, his cock being pumped beneath him as though he was being treated by God's milkmaid, his arse tingling with the stretching penetration.

'How does it feel?' Lira asked, watching with fascination.

'Amazing,' he moaned, his face in the sheets.

'You watched me for so long - I explained everything. Tell me how you feel.'

'It's... warm. Deep. I can feel it thrus- thrusting- Ah! Its hitting! Ah! OH GOD! Oh, Lira, its found my prostate - FUCK!!'

Lira made her move, now, leaning in. 'Keep going,' she said, before putting her lips to his spread hole, using her tongue to explore him from ball sack to the dimples on his back.

He groaned, low and loud, as the two sexual creatures pulled him apart. 'That feels amazing, Lira! I never knew how good - OH!' He squirmed under her, and so she grabbed his hands and pulled his wrists under his hips, pinning him in place. 'This is so much! I thought I was going to cum, but it knew when to... oh, oh God, Lira fuck me! Holy shit I'm gonna cum again! Shit!'

He tensed up, his taut cheek actually squeezing at her invasive tongue as the slime fucked his ass like it was trying to get him pregnant.

'No! GAH NO!' he yelled, clearly spoiled again.

This time, Lira took pity, and pulled off. She lay, face down on the bed, and slid under him, his hands moving out of the way to let her in. Once in position, she pushed her pert butt up at his cock, the head pressing at her hole. She moaned, and pushed back on him, the slime seeing an opportunity to have doubles again.

It slid into her, pulling the head of his cock to her tight hole, and she pushed back. As Julian experienced the first anal fuck of his life, his alien-clad cock was skewered into the arsehole of his redheaded dream girl.

He was about to cum again, and the slime pinched the urethra, holding him closed.

'Fuuuuck,' he moaned into her ear as she pushed, embedding herself on him until his wet balls met the folds of her cunt, and they both sighed in lewd satisfaction.

Then, Julian felt the slime push at the head of his cock, and knew that just a little had slipped inside him, clogging him shut.

'It likes to tease you,' Lira said. 'Makes the pay-off... bigger.'

With that, safe in the knowledge that he wasn't going to blow his load embarrassingly early again, he started to fuck her.

Hard.

As he pulled back, the slime came with him, tensing around him like a fist, wrapping him in its grasp. Lira wailed as he pounded her back door, his balls slapping her clit and his moans filling her ears.

Julian, to his credit, was decently endowed already; he'd never had complaints, and was happy to see Lira enjoying his meat - but the slime around him created a sleeve that made him feel, to her, significantly longer and thicker, wrenching her open as she moaned into the bedsheets.