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"Sleethe, h-hold on, this won't come off for weeks!"

He took another handful of dye, purple this time, a low moan escaping Lena's lips as he gripped her inner thigh and squeezed gently. His touch was like an electric shock in her heightened state, and Lena couldn't help but wrap her slim fingers around his scaly forearm, his digits sinking deep into her supple meat as she trembled. He drew back and she peered down to see another bright hand print on her skin, he was marking her erogenous zones, branding her.

Why was this making her so hot? She was burning up. She felt feverish, like there was a smoldering fire inside her that was slowly rising, its flames licking a her sanity.

Sleethe wrapped one of his arms around her, pulling her towards him and pressing her up against his muscular midsection, Lena feeling the firmness of his abs through his fat layer. He reached his hand behind her back and cupped her other butt cheek, mauling her supple flesh as she writhed in his grasp. She couldn't hold back any longer, she was going to explode. With a desperate whine she abandoned her self-control and wrapped her arms around her lover.

She ran her fingers across his scaly ass and tail, so thick and muscular that it felt like steel overlaid with crocodile skin. Her arms scarcely reached around to the other side, his body so large that her fingers couldn't even meet. She slid her hand across the smooth surface of his belly, his scales so fine that it almost felt like human skin, biting her lip as his rock-hard muscles bulged up from beneath. There was so much of him, and she wanted it all, a seething lust overtaking her as she pressed her lips against whatever she could reach. He gripped her ass as she mouthed and kissed, rubbing her naked body up against his as if trying to meld into one being, the heat of her face contrasting with his cool skin.

He released her, leaving another colorful hand print to mark her as his own. Lena felt something warm and hard against her belly, looking down to see his erection slowly rising from beneath the genital slit that housed it, blue and prominent as it throbbed in the air. She took it in her hand, taking a moment to stroke it as Sleethe rumbled appreciatively. It was still growing, sliding up her belly until its flared tip was resting between her breasts.

Lena used her upper arms to press them together, engulfing him in her cleavage, her heart racing as she felt his member throb against her chest. She kissed his belly, not really sure what she was doing at this point, but the desire to taste him was maddening. She began to slid up and down, Sleethe so endowed that the length of his shaft rubbed against her stomach, even while the glans was buried between her boobs. Pressing up against him to trap his erection between her body and his, she stimulated him with her damp skin, running her fingers lightly up and down his length and pushing her breasts together more tightly.

Sleethe seemed similarly overcome, beginning to thrust gently, his shovel-shaped glans rubbing against the wet silk of her breast as they deformed around it like fresh cookie dough. He was so warm, his body pumping blood through his thick organ, Lena able to feel every pulse as it traveled up his length.

"Don't stop," she whispered, "write your name on me..."

He reached behind him with one of his long arms, fumbling for the nearest pot and coating his hand in orange pigment, Lena feeling butterflies in her belly as his claws found her spine. He made swirling patterns, and it was all that she could do to save from wriggling, her hands trembling as she handled his erection. Oh God, he was writing his name on her in those strange runes, the whole village would be able to read it.

He wasn't being subtle about it either, she had hoped that he might write it on her inner thigh or on her butt where it would be less conspicuous. She should be asking him to stop, but the words never came. She wanted this, she wanted everyone to see how he had marked her, but why? Why did that thought fill her with such salacious glee? Had the alien ritual unlocked some kind of previously hidden perversion? She couldn't remember ever feeling so aroused, besides the first time that Sleethe had taken her in the Krell barracks back on the Pinwheel. Her knees were weak, her mouth was dry, and she felt like someone was microwaving popcorn in her skull.

She reached behind her massive lover, trying to find the rim of one of the pots with her hand, Sleethe realizing what she was doing and dragging one of them closer. She plunged her fingers into the pigment within, it felt like wet clay. She coated her hand in the dye and brought it back around, leaning back as she pressed her palm against his pale belly, just above where his thick shaft was emerging from his body. She held it there for a moment and then pulled back, wetting her lips as she looked down at the tiny, red hand print that she had left on his hide.

"They'll all know," she mumbled, slurring her words like a drunk as she shivered with barely contained excitement. "Everyone will see where I've touched you..."

Sleethe thrusted, his flared glans emerging from her cleavage, its azure flesh damp with her sweat. There was a bead of pearly fluid already welling at the tip, and she brought her tongue down to lap at it, smirking as she felt her lover shudder in response. It was far too large for her to take in her mouth, and so she contented herself with kissing and licking, coating his sensitive head in her saliva as she lashed and teased with her pink tongue.

It smelled strongly of his familiar musk, mingling with his wet leather scent as she stroked and rubbed. She realized that she was leaving fingerprints along the length of his shaft, her loins aching as she played her eyes over it. She reached for the pots again, finding a rim, and coating her fingers with the pigment. This time it was yellow, and she gripped Sleethe's shaft in her hand, squeezing it rhythmically as she ran her tongue across his tender glans.

He was becoming more aroused now, his thrusting growing stronger, his member emerging from between her breasts like a piston and pressing against her waiting lips. She left yellow marks up the length of his member, painting it with haphazard finger prints and smears as it moved. It almost looked like smeared lipstick, which would have been erotic, had Sleethe known what lipstick was.

She doted on the flared tip of his erection as his smooth flesh slid against her torso, her arms now crossed around it, holding it tightly and squeezing it between her breasts. She mouthed and sucked, painting it with her tongue, her teasing glances making him swell and throb. She wanted to take him into her mouth, let him drive that brutish organ deep into her throat, feel it spasm and twitch as she swallowed around its girth. It was too big however, she couldn't hope to get it past her lips, let alone into her throat. All that she could do was mouthe and kiss, rubbing it against her warm cheeks and dragging her smooth tongue across its surface.

Sleethe did not seem to mind, the contact of her puffy lips and her slick tongue as they crawled across his sensitive glans making him leak, Lena lapping at the clear fluid as it welled at the tip of his cock. His familiar taste set her on fire, her loins burning and aching as they dripped strands of excitement, the anticipation driving her crazy.

Naughty thoughts swirled in her head, base and carnal desires overpowering her higher faculties. They could make a real mess in here, the gunk just drained through the floor. She wanted his warm emission on her, in her, all over her. Just like the salacious hand prints that now stained her skin, she wanted to see it, she wanted to watch as it clung to her body and marked her.

She reached behind him again, pressing his pulsing member between her torso as his belly as she fumbled for more dye. Her fingers now coated in a rainbow of stains, she planted orange hand prints on his pale underside, stroking gleefully as she ran her fingers up and down his length to keep him wanting. She squeezed his hips, sliding her hand around behind him to cup his steely ass in her palm, biting her lower lip and gazing up at her oversized lover she felt his firm muscles flex and twitch at her touch.

Her hand prints looked so tiny on his massive body, but they stood out, drawing the eye as if to serve as a record of where her fingers had roamed. A lewd impulse sparked in her mind, and she once again dipped her fingers in pigment, red this time. She brought her index finger towards his hip, just above one of the half dozen colorful smears that now stained his scaly skin, and began to write.

It was crude, her hand was trembling and she was trying to keep Sleethe on edge all the while, the end result looking like little more than the finger painting of a child. She wrote her name on him, 'LENA', in bold red letters that stood out prominently against his pale underbelly. She drew a heart beside it for good measure, giggling drunkenly to herself as she used his flesh as a canvas. The aliens wouldn't be able to read it, they wouldn't know what it meant, but she did.

Sleethe emitted a comely rumble as she turned her attention back to his thick member, sucking as much of his shovel-like glans into her mouth as she could manage and lashing the rubbery organ with cruel strokes of her tongue. She wanted him to finish, she wanted to taste him.

Her stroking reached a fever pitch as he thrust against her, fucking her cleavage in earnest as she pressed the supple globes around his shaft, her soft lips and her eager tongue waiting to greet him each time that he emerged. Her fingers caressed his impressive length, the alien's azure flesh now a rainbow of colored pigments and dyes.

Lena could feel him getting closer, worshiping his totemic organ as if her life depended on it, fixating on it as if it was the only thing that mattered. Suddenly she felt his fingers curl around the back of her head, his other hand sliding down her spine as he held her close, delivering one last punishing thrust as he was wracked by a shuddering orgasm. Despite his immense size and strength, he reacted like any other man in that brief moment of overwhelming pleasure. Knowing that she could bring the powerful creature to his knees with naught but her inch-long tongue never ceased to fill Lena with a blend of satisfaction and lust, and she closed her eyes reflexively as his warm ejaculate splashed against her lips.

His member swelled and throbbed in her arms, and with each pulse came a flood of his viscous emission, filling her waiting mouth to capacity. It coated her red cheeks and slid down her neck, thick strands of the pearly fluid sloughing down her chest and pooling between her breasts as she squeezed them tightly together. It was so thick and clumpy, clinging to her pale skin in fat globs, another massive rope leaving his cock with a tremendous shudder. It hung across the bridge of her nose in an unbroken strand as another wave of orgasm ripped through him, his ecstasy palpable.

She let it slide out of her mouth, some of the slippery fluid escaping down her throat all the same, but it was soon replaced with another syrupy mouthful that bulged her cheeks. It was salty, and thick like preserves, but she was too far gone to pay such things any mind. She kept up her licking and mouthing as best she could, moving his milky come around with her tongue as she let the next mouthful of hot, gelatinous seed slide down the length of his shaft to wet her breasts below.

It was so potent, her lover's taste and smell coating her skin, erupting forth in such quantities that even after being with him for so long it never ceased to amaze her. This monstrous organ was evolved to impregnate females many times Lena's size, its emission designed to fill a mate to capacity, sticking to their insides and clumping up in order to ensure insemination. It was a breeding organ, brutish and unsubtle, and she couldn't take her mind off it.

She glanced up at Sleethe as another wad of his ejaculate hit her chin, watching adoringly as he shivered and rumbled, a strand of his saliva escaping his toothless jaws to fall down into her hair. She held onto him, milking him, kneading the length of his beautiful organ in order to ease out every last drop of his gluey semen. Eventually he began to calm, coming down from his high as his rubbery member rested against Lena's chest, her slim fingers stroking placatingly as his barrel chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

"Good boy," she whispered, blowing warm air on his sensitive glans and feeling him twitch. As well as the colorful pigments, her entire upper body was now drenched in his fluids, Lena wiping away a gelatinous strand that was dangling obscenely from her chin with the back of her hand. She licked the residue from her lips, swallowing what remained in her mouth, feeling its warmth as it slid down her throat. Sleethe pulled back and Lena released him from her tight cleavage, all of the mess that had pooled there released to slide slowly down her belly, her breasts bouncing gently as she let them fall. She ran her fingers through it, playing with it, so aroused that she felt as if her legs might give out.

There was almost no Lena visible now. The patches of naked skin that hadn't been covered by hand prints and runes were now coated with semen so thick that it was opaque. A sense of emptiness overcame her, an ache, a deep and maddening itch that could only be satisfied by one thing.

She wrapped her fingers around his member, just beneath the head of his cock, and tugged him along to the nearest sleeping pit like she was leading a horse to water.

"The pots," she commanded, her voice wavering. "Bring them."

He did as he was told, dragging one of the heavy clay pots behind him as Lena reached the lip of one of the holes. They resembled deep, bowl-shaped indents in the floor that were lined with cushions. The Krell liked to sleep in them, and they provided some measure of privacy for wayward lovers. She hopped down into the recess, lying on her back on the downy pillows and opening her legs in invitation, as if it her intentions weren't obvious enough already. Her lust had transcended simple desire, now it was a need, a deep and shameless greed that made her head spin.

Sleethe was still hard, the species had no refractory period due to their frenzied method of mating, able to breed with dozens of females in quick succession. He could go again immediately, there was no reason to wait.

Lena lay there in the pit, her lover's thick fluids still clinging to her face and chest, chewing idly on a fingernail as she played her eyes across his mammoth body. She could see her tiny hand prints coating his belly and hips, along with her name and the little heart that she had drawn. His still rigid member was a patchwork of partial hand prints and smears left by her fingers, a few stray blobs of his semen still clinging to his azure flesh.

"Cover your hands in dye," she said, pointing towards the clay pot. He delved both hands into the container, Lena watching as he withdrew them, stained purple by the pigment. She beckoned to him with her finger, Sleethe lumbering down into the pit, the cushions sagging as he put his immense weight on them. The pit was deep enough to completely obscure Lena from outside view, yet scarcely enough to reach the Krell's knees.

He crouched over her, his member tantalizingly close, and as he reached down towards her she caught his thick wrists in her hands. She guided him down towards her hips, and had him wrap his fingers around her lower body, his hands large enough that his thumbs left symmetrical marks on her belly while his fingers delved into the meat of her ass and cradled her lower back. There was no clean skin between her knees and her navel now, it was all covered in his lurid hand prints, overlaid one on top of the other to mark everywhere that he had groped and squeezed.

Lena mewled as he lifted her butt off the cushions, kneading her cheeks in his hands as he rubbed the smooth length of his shaft against her sodden vulva, so wet now that his contact was almost frictionless. She couldn't be any more ready for him, but a nagging voice in the back of her head still warned her that they needed to take it slow. What she wouldn't give to feel him bottom out inside her with the first thrust, but it wasn't in the cards.

An obscene idea popped into her head, her feverish mind throwing them out with abandon tonight, and she scraped a cupped palm across her chest. The layer of clinging fluid was so thick, a sagging web of it linking the mess to her breasts as she pulled her hand away, coated in his slippery semen. She caught his member in her fingers and smeared the lurid concoction all over it, feeling his firm organ pulse and jump at her touch. She hoped that the slimy goo would ease along their encounter. He was a different species, he couldn't get her pregnant no matter how deep he fucked this syrupy gunk. The thought of it made her head spin, her seething excitement making her so impossibly sensitive that just having his warm, smooth organ pressed between her labia had her teetering on the edge of sanity.

Sleethe pressed the wide head of his member against her opening, Lena feeling it throb in time with the beating of his massive heart. He seemed almost as eager as she was, a rope of his saliva escaping his jaws to land on her belly as he crouched over her. He kept his hands securely wrapped around her hips, positioning her like she was little more than a doll as he prepared to take her.

She could feel the layer of warm slime that now coated his glans, making their coupling even more slippery than it would have been, and once again that familiar sensation of pleasure bordering on pain shot through her as he pushed forward. The fat head of his member splayed her wide, eased along by their mingling fluids, Lena's nails digging into the palms of her hands as she balled her fists and endured it.

No matter how many times they did this, it always felt like the first time, her body always shrinking back down to its natural proportions when he was done with her. His shovel-shaped head slid inside her, the copious lubrication making his penetration easier than normal as her flowing juices blended with his syrupy ejaculate. It wasn't cooling or drying, she realized. Just as the hot and humid atmosphere made her skin damp and clammy, so too did it keep her lover's semen warm and wet, as if it had left his body scant moments ago. She could still taste him on her lips, still smell his musk, his fluids clinging to her chest and still dripping from her red face.

Her thighs snapped together reflexively as he pushed deeper, stretching her silken walls to capacity. She arched her spine, feeling his erection dig into her passage, scouring her sensitive flesh as it drove deeper. It felt like someone was pushing a hot fist into her, his azure flesh flexible and rubbery enough that it was more discomfort than acute pain, Lena so aroused that the dull ache morphed into a smoldering pleasure almost immediately.

Sleethe grumbled in his low tones, the sonic waves tickling her senses and making her boobs and thighs ripple like water on the surface of a pond. Her insides gripped him with renewed fervor and aggression, squeezing down on him like a vice as he struggled to get deeper. She could feel his slippery fluids inside her, thick and clumpy, his cruel organ smearing them all over her most intimate reaches as he inched forward little by little.

Finally there was a popping sensation as he succeeded in getting his wide glans all the way inside her, digging into her g-spot by virtue of its alien shape alone. It sent a harsh burst of pleasure tearing through her body, her walls doing their utmost to close around it. She felt the smoothness of his shaft, felt every throb of blood that rushed through it, her skin sticking to the plush pillows beneath her with a lurid mixture of sweat and bodily fluids.