Queen of Jarilo

She seemed confused by his underwear, running her hand across the fabric, and squeezing gently when she found something soft. A burst of unwelcome pleasure shot up his spine as she cupped his equipment, holding it through the cotton and watching him as he reacted. The Warrior's tentacles held him steady, preventing him from pulling away as she moved down his thigh, running her fingers across his exposed skin.

They all seemed so curious about his physiology, and why would they not be? They were sapient creatures after all, and curiosity went hand in hand with intelligence. Humans might work side by side with aliens on a daily basis, but these Betelgeusians were an intensely xenophobic race, they would never have had the chance to examine an alien so closely. At least one that wasn't on the wrong end of a gun.

Interested in what might lie beneath this barrier of fabric, her tongue slowly slid out of her mouth, winding its way towards his waistband like a pink worm. It pushed beneath the elastic, feeling its way along as it roamed down his shaft, glancing his balls as he struggled against his fleshy bonds. His member began to swell, the sudden twitching exciting Tangerine, her wet organ curling around his growing erection as if to measure its length and girth. That had the side effect of only arousing him further, his cheeks flushing and his breath growing ragged as the slimy tentacle gripped him by the throat. He couldn't do anything to stop her. His thighs were bound so that he couldn't close them, as were his arms, and the wriggling of his hips did little to dissuade her.

<MALE...>

It was happening again. His body was betraying him, pumping out a pheromonal come-on that he had no way to stifle. He could smell it himself now, his grafted organ sending chemical signals coursing through his bloodstream, leaking out of every pore as if his skin was secreting an aphrodisiac. Contrary to popular belief, humans did produce natural pheromones, but they were so subtle as to go unnoticed. His new sensory organ seemed to piggyback on that system, amplifying it a million times over and feeding it chemical instructions that enticed the Bugs.

Tangerine licked his belly, enjoying the sweet taste, his member tenting the fabric of his shorts as she reciprocated. The Pilot released her own pheromone, his brain interpreting the signals as best it could. Scents of women and lust washed over him, sparking memories of sheets stained with sweat, of wet skin sliding against his own. The feeling of a soft breast deforming beneath his fingers as he kneaded it, the gentle sigh of a lover, her husky voice whispering obscenities in his ear as he plunged his face into her cascade of auburn hair.

It was irresistible, as if the very essence of sexuality itself had been bottled and then used as an alluring perfume. Tangerine was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, his taste and his scent overwhelming to her, the two adversaries feeding into one another's desire like some kind of infernal perpetual motion machine.

<YOUR SCENT HAS CHANGED, YOU SMELL...GOOD.>

She knew where the scent was heaviest, tearing at his underwear with her hard fingers, ripping them like tissue paper to expose his member. It was hard and swollen, bouncing in the air in time with his heartbeat, a droplet of excitement welling at the tip. Walker couldn't move, couldn't defend himself. He strained against the rope-like protrusions that were gripping him, but there was no hope of breaking loose.

<BREED...>

She wasted no time, her tentative explorations were over apparently. The Pilot lifted one of her jointed legs and stepped into the suit, the cramped space scarcely large enough for one of them, let alone two. With the carapace open, they had a little more room to maneuver, but it was still a tight fit. He felt her hard abdomen press against his erection as she slid her legs into the recesses, the tentacles that trapped him shifting and twitching as if responding to the presence of their master.

It almost felt as if the living walls of the Warrior's body were flexing and expanding to make more room, and Walker wondered if it was responding to the commands of its Pilot or if it had enough of a rudimentary intelligence to act of its own initiative.

Tangerine ran her four hands across his skin, wet with the Warrior's mucous, sliding her fingers across his ribs and roaming downwards to take handfuls of his ass. She was all over him, almost as bad as the damned Borealans.

As she pressed closer to him, pinching his cheek with her mandibles, her scent invading his senses with renewed strength. She looked like a giant insect and yet she smelled to him like the most beautiful and comely woman in all the Galaxy. He could scarcely stand it. He wanted to reach up and kiss her, his instincts telling him that he would be met by soft lips, but his higher functions knew that the only thing awaiting him were hard mandibles. Besides, the tentacle that gripped his throat would not have allowed it, and he felt it slither tighter as if it knew what he was thinking.

She wrapped her long fingers around his shaft, enjoying the sensation of it throbbing in her hand for a moment before pressing her hips closer to him. Her loins were identical to those of the other castes, a ribbed tunnel line with satin flesh, with a trio of finger-like appendages that opened to grant access. He felt them probe his member, the Pilot wasting no time as she used them to position his erection, her thick fluids leaking forth to coat his skin in a slippery sheen.

"Not gonna buy me a drink first?" Walker grumbled, the tentacle flexing around his neck as if it sensed the vibrations. In his experience, some people were lovers, and some people were fighters. Tangerine was definitely the latter. She was fixated on her goal like a damned laser beam. No wonder the Warriors seemed so single-minded and relentless on the field.

The finger-like appendages that were spaced around her loins in a rough triangle slid down his shaft as she pressed closer, splaying open as she took him to the hilt. The savage ribs that lined her fleshy passage scoured him, sending bursts of harsh sensation tearing up through his body. He shivered and twitched, a pained groan escaping his lips before it was choked off by the Warrior's slimy tendril.

She was still for a moment, save for her muscles as they shifted and squeezed around him, savoring the feeling of his erection as it throbbed inside her. Her flesh was like wet silk, thick ropes of her fluids leaking from her tight hole to drip onto his thighs. Everything was slimy, the Warrior itself secreting strange juices that clung to his skin and made it slick.

She drew back, rolling her hips, those maddening rings that textured her walls catching on his tender glans as they gripped him. As wet as she was, the sex was rough, her copious lubricant doing little to ease his passing. It was like fucking a pocket pussy designed by some crazed engineer, the stimulation almost too intense to handle. He couldn't tell her to slow down, however, nor could he reach out and take her hips in his hands to guide her movements. The tendrils had him locked down, he could scarcely breathe, let alone move.

She slammed back down again, her muscles gripping him fiercely through her velvet walls, every bump of her ribbed passage sending an electric shock through his nerves and forcing his eyes closed. He bit his lip as they dragged over the exposed head of his penis one after another, fast enough that it almost felt like a vibration. The pleasure was so acute, taking the form of a wonderfully sweet ache, so unlike the sensations that he usually associated with sex.

Tangerine was completely absorbed, her blue eyes staring intently at his member as she drove it in and out of her, his pale skin visible for brief moments as it emerged from beneath her pink flesh and her orange carapace. Her pace was relentless, showing no concern for her human partner, his discomfort perhaps the only thing that was preventing him from blowing his load.

The Pilot thrust into him, driving him into the Warrior's spongy walls, its exposed meat yielding behind him as he sank deeper into it. He could feel the suit's living pulse on his skin, it was as alive as Tangerine was and it possessed its own kind of intelligence. There was no way there was a computer chip running this thing, it was some kind of organic control system, perhaps a brain engineered for the purpose.

"This wasn't exactly how I pictured a threesome," he grumbled, his tongue pretty much the only appendage that he could still move.

His Betelgeusian partner was lost in a fugue, pumping out pink, sexual pheromones and inescapable scents that brought salacious recollections to the forefront of his mind. It was as if someone else was reaching inside his head and hooking his memories on a fishing line. He had no control over what he remembered, nor when. His brain, the problem-solving machine that it was, had been thrown a hundred mismatched jigsaw pieces and was frantically trying to assemble them into recognizable patterns.

He smelled the flowery soap that a one night stand had used, the copper taste of his ex-wife's kisses, Kaz's feminine musk as she ground her hips against his face. Kaz...where was she now? Was she even alive? He had to hope that she had made it out okay, he knew her well enough to know that she could take on a whole swarm of Bugs on her own and come out on top.

He was jolted out of the thought by a particularly powerful thrust from Tangerine, burying him to the hilt in her spasming tunnel, her muscular walls wringing him like a damned kitchen sponge. His legs were going numb, both from the pleasure of their frantic coupling and from the tentacles that were wound tightly around his thighs and ankles. He had to admit, it was more than a little exciting. Kaz would sometimes pin him during sex, but the frustration of being completely immobilized added to his arousal in new and strange ways.

Their hips knocked together, her hard shell leaving him sore. She was so strong and vigorous, gripping him with her four arms as she moved, Walker trapped between her tough thorax and the soft wall of flesh that lay behind him. She slid her long tongue out of her mouth, tasting his skin as she rocked back and forth, captivated by his taste and his scent. If Walker had to guess, the males were rarely allowed into the general population, and unregulated mating very rarely occurred.

He felt the sinuous tentacle that had been gripping him by the throat slide away, leaving a smear of viscous fluid as it dragged across his skin, a shiver running down his spine. He took in a deep, unhindered breath as Tangerine watched him. She pressed closer, pushing her face into the nape of his neck, nipping affectionately at his skin with her mandibles. She must have given some command to tell the Warrior to pull away. The scent around his neck was especially potent, as if someone had spritzed him with cologne. She seemed captivated by it.

She bit and licked, not as gently as Walker would have liked, pinching his skin between her mouthparts and nuzzling as she rubbed her face against his cheek. She was scenting him like a cat, he realized, as if claiming ownership over him as she marked him with her pheromones. Her hands crawled across his body, running up and down his spine, squeezing his butt and thighs. She stroked the growing stubble on his chin, seeming to enjoy its texture. With so many hands she could be in so many different places at once, his alien body a playground of smooth skin and soft hair, fat and muscle that was unknown to the hard-shelled arthropods.

Her loins were another matter entirely, lined with what felt like fine satin, soft and squishy around his member. She was warm and slick inside, inviting, almost intoxicating when combined with the sweet and sensual aroma of her pheromones.

One of the Warrior's tentacles slid away from around his waist, freeing his hips so that he could move them, Tangerine sinking her hard fingers into his flesh to pull him into her thrusts. He found himself moving in rhythm, driving himself deeper into her ribbed tunnel as he matched her pace. With her lower pair of hands gripping his hips, she cupped his face with the upper pair, pushing her thumb into his mouth. He sucked it obediently as she prodded his tongue, exploring, her hard forehead pressing against his as she gazed into his eyes. She watched his reactions closely, the two aliens overcoming their language barrier, lingering looks and telling glances all that they needed to communicate.

Suddenly her open mandibles were pressing into his red cheeks, holding his head in a vice grip as she pushed her long tongue into his mouth. This wasn't new to him by now, his mouth was an endless source of curiosity to them, and he writhed against his fleshy bonds as her slippery organ roiled inside his head.

She bulged his cheeks, painting shapes on the roof of his mouth and tickling the back of his throat as she explored, Walker doing his best to meet her penetrating kiss. He was still unsure of whether the Bugs kissed at all, their fervid probing might be some other behavior entirely, and he would have no way of knowing. It felt good either way, it made stars dance before his eyes, her metallic taste mingling with half-remembered aromas from his past. Lipstick, the taste of cherries, the flavor of a cigarette...it was almost impossible to distinguish her natural taste and smell from the memories that flooded forth.

Her tongue was filling his mouth to capacity, there was so much of it, its smooth surface wet with her saliva. It was about as thick as his index finger, but it must have been close to a foot long, its tapered tip lashing at the back of his throat. It pushed deeper, sliding down into his esophagus, withdrawing when Tangerine felt his muscles close reflexively.

She released him from her hold, leaving red indents on his face where her hard mandibles had dug in, her tongue sliding back out of his mouth like she was sucking up a wet noodle. She batted her long lashes at him, her eyes oddly alluring, her gaze betraying a hunger that set his heart racing. She slid a hand behind his head, delving her long, jointed fingers into his hair. She stroked and tugged, more than a little painful as she stung his scalp, but he was too absorbed by the swaying of her hips to pay it much mind.

How could a creature so hard and tough be so inviting? How could such rough, callous sex excite him so? He was sore, but it was a pleasant kind of soreness, permeating him to the core in a way that was almost satisfying. She kept him teetering on the edge of orgasm for longer than a gentle, considerate lover would have been able, his wracking pleasure balanced by the discomfort of her cruel treatment. His senses were confused, as was his mind. Did he like this? If she had offered to stop, would he have been relieved, or would he have begged for her to continue?

She returned her face to his shoulder, nipping at his skin as she rode him, her tongue lashing out on occasion to taste his sweat. The room had been humid, but the Warrior's insides were like an oven. It was alive, and it was kicking out an enormous amount of heat. The whole affair almost felt like a kind of fever dream. Or was it a wet dream? Maybe a little bit of both...

Walker was always aware of the tendrils that wound around his body, perpetually flexing and shifting, slippery against his damp skin. He flinched as the one that was curled around one of his thighs slid upwards, dragging against his sensitive skin and glancing one of his balls. There was so much heat, so much sticky fluid both from the Warrior and from its Pilot that he almost felt like he was melting.

Tangerine was knocking the air out of him with her pitiless thrusting, driving him deep into the springy flesh that lay behind him. He was no longer struggling. The Warrior's tendrils were inescapable, and its ruthless Pilot would not release him from its clutches until she got what she wanted from him.

He tried his best to match her relentless pace, her spasming passage further narrowing as her excitement mounted, the already unbearable ribs of her sodden tunnel gripping him ever tighter. Each time one of those cruel bumps grazed his tender glans, his brain fizzed and popped with white light, as if his mind was a radio receiver and she was feeding it static. The pleasure was raw, harsh, and she never gave him a second of respite. He was sore, aching, yet his member was as hard as a rock as she plunged it deep into her slippery loins.

She gyrated her hips, twisting and shaking, driving him against her textured walls in new and exciting ways. She was enjoying herself, not merely rutting for the sake of some primal urge, but reveling in the sensation of his member grinding against her most intimate reaches. Sex with him must be so different from mating with her own kind. He was a mammal, his veins coursing with hot blood. She must be able to feel every throb and twitch as his manhood burned inside her like molten iron in a forge.

If an opportunity to mate was rare, then having an alien at her mercy was a one in a million event. She was enjoying every second of it to the fullest.

She wrung his emission from him before he was even aware that he was coming, a powerful orgasm wracking his body, making him buck and writhe against his bonds as he tried and failed to stifle a cry of pleasure. The Warrior seemed to interpret his impassioned squirming as an escape attempt, tightening its hold on him and returning one of its thick tendrils to his neck. It tugged his head flush against its wet meat, his hair matted with its slime, choking off his groaning until all that he could muster was a pained whine.

Tangerine was delighted by his reaction, her mandibles waving excitedly and her eyelids drooping as she took him deep inside her, shivering and clicking as he pumped his warm ejaculate into her eager tunnel. Her loins sucked at him like a thirsty mouth, trying to draw more of it out in a primal bid to ensure insemination, every tormenting throb arching his spine and darkening his vision. She clung to him with her four arms, like a spider clutching its prey, her muscular loins rolling up his aching shaft in inexorable waves that milked him with all the fervor of a machine.

Walker opened his mouth in a silent moan, the Warrior's tentacle squashing his windpipe, practically strangling him as it flexed. It was making him lightheaded, almost giddy, points of light floating before his eyes like motes of sparkling dust. This shouldn't feel good, why did it feel good?

It just kept going and going, his perception of time dwindling as if he had been plunged into a pocket dimension where it lost all meaning. Over and over his beleaguered muscles spasmed, driving another thick wad of his emission into her waiting passage, his slow suffocation somehow amplifying his pleasure. He was lost in a haze of euphoria. Good God, he felt like he was about to pass out.

He released the last throb of his ejaculate into Tangerine's waiting loins, the thick soup of their combined fluids leaking from her twitching tunnel to seep down his thighs. As his muscles relaxed and his consciousness began to fade, darkness eating at the corners of his vision, the tentacle released its grasp and allowed him a lungful of air.

Every inch of his skin was tingling, a deep and powerful satisfaction permeating him to the core as he caught his breath. He was bathed in a powerful and lingering afterglow, drowning him in ecstasy. It was like being wrapped in a warm blanket. He twitched and sighed as Tangerine shifted, her slick passage dragging against his tender skin as she moved.

They remained locked together for a minute or two, wallowing in their post-coital bliss, her four hands roaming across his sensitive skin as she gazed longingly at him. Walker was ready to get down now, and he waited for her to pull away from him, for the Warrior's tendrils to release their hold on his limbs. It did not come, however. She remained mated with him, the warm, sticky result of their frantic lovemaking dripping from her velvet tunnel in fat strands as he stayed lodged inside her.