Return to Krell

If Sleethe swam her down, then she would have eight minutes per visit to explore. Actually it might take a minute to get there and back, better make that six minutes.

Her calculations were disturbed as Sleethe nudged her with his snout, almost toppling her over in the process. She put out her hand to catch herself, and it sank deep into the muck all the way up to her wrist. As she turned her head to scold him, she felt his warm, wet tongue rake across her cheek. Giggling, she pushed him away, wiping off his sticky saliva with her clean hand as she made a futile attempt to clean off the other on her shorts.

"I'm fine, you goon. Stop fretting. I'm trying to do work here, go bask for a while."

He gave her another lick, his smooth tongue glancing across her neck, a wave of distinctly erotic tingling making her shiver as it rolled down her spine. She wanted to ward him off and focus on her calculations, but he was insatiable sometimes, her ticklish nature making it hard to convey her disapproval. Her heart skipped in her chest as she noticed the tip of his azure blue erection peeking out from beneath its genital slit, leaking a strand of clear fluid in anticipation. It was true that they hadn't fooled around in a while now, but he had picked a hell of a time to remind her of that fact.

She turned her head this way and that, looking about the muddy shore to see how many other Krell were nearby. There were three in view, one of them floating in the water a few hundred meters offshore, and two others who were basking nearby on the bank. Lena was suddenly very aware of her nakedness, the sexual urges that were rising up inside her giving it new context.

Sleethe's long, flexible tongue glanced her nipple and slid down her belly, pausing at the waistband of her shorts as she loosed a stifled moan and arched her spine.

"Sleethe," she grumbled, "we can't do this here. People will see us!"

The natives might have no concept of modesty or privacy, but she certainly did. Lena might have foregone her clothing for convenience, but the idea of making love out in public like this was imbuing her with an odd blend of apprehension and excitement. Her mouth was dry, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears. What was happening to her?

She laughed giddily as he crawled closer, lapping at her neck and chest, his warm organ teasing her in all of the places that he knew were vulnerable. The giant reptile loomed over her, planting his massive hands to either side of her, and she fell backwards into the mud.

"I just got clean," she complained, "we should do this later..." She was interrupted as he curled his tongue around her breast, engulfing it in what felt like wet velvet, squeezing her gently as her eyelashes fluttered. "Let's go back up the temple, then we can...we can..."

Her voice trailed off as she felt the warmth of his member pressing against her thigh, fully erect now, as long and as thick are her forearm. It was leaking fluids on her skin as it brushed against her crotch, Lena sensing its firmness through the thin fabric as it pressed against her lips through her shorts. Its length was still coated in the hand prints and smears of dye that she had left there after their last session in the temple, reds and yellows standing out against his blue flesh.

Her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly at the salacious sight, a sudden warmth overtaking her as his monstrous organ leaked on her belly. She shifted her weight, feeling the slimy mud beneath her hands. Thoughts swarmed in her head, some demanding that she push him away and insist that they not do this on the shore. Still others teased the possibility of throwing shame to the wind, of indulging in these lurid urges, fucking right here in the mud in full view of everyone.

She glanced to her right, swallowing hard as she noticed that their immediate neighbor was watching them, one yellow eye open as she lay on her back. It was a female, judging by the curve of her hips, a little older than Sleethe. She wasn't leering at them, she was just observing with mild interest as she basked in the sunlight.

Lena was brought back into the moment as her partner's mammoth erection pressed against her belly, almost as if he was trying to show her how deep it would go if he were to tear off her shorts and go for broke. She could feel it pulse as it lay there, the throb of hot blood making it bounce against her stomach. A drop of his saliva fell from his lipless jaws, splashing on her forehead and dribbling down her face, practically boiling on her red cheek as she bit her lip and turned her eyes up towards him.

His blue tongue snaked down towards her as if it had a mind of its own, parting her lips and pressing against her closed teeth. He seemed confused by her reluctance, smelling the excitement radiating from her, seeing the hardness of her nipples and feeling the spreading damp between her thighs. Her body was ready and willing, aching for him, but Lena was still clinging to her alien morality. The little devil whispering in her ear assured her that nobody would ever find out, that this kind of thing was normal and socially acceptable on Krell. In fact, it would be borderline anthropocentric to refuse him...

Lena caved, opening her mouth and welcoming his probing tongue as it bulged her cheeks. Her brain fizzed and popped in her skull. Sleethe's wanton and unrestrained kisses always made her feel like she was melting. Her knees grew weak and her blood rushed in her ears, overpowered only by the lurid smacking of their embrace as she did her utmost to match his aggressive pace. Her tiny, pink organ was easily overcome, his slippery tongue gliding against her inner cheeks and lapping at the roof of her mouth, his bubbling saliva dripping from her chin and falling to her naked chest in fat ropes.

She dug her fingers into the soft mud as jolts of pleasure coursed through her nervous system like errant embers from a bonfire, packing the soil into her fists as Sleethe pinned her against the ground. He was being so dominant today, brutish, taking her on the beach like she was the only thing that mattered. To be wanted in that way, to be so desired that he couldn't help himself...it made her feel so...sexy.

His open jaws were to either side of her face now, his sharp teeth a hair's breadth from her cheeks, but she knew that he would never hurt her. He was really going deep, his slimy organ pushing into her throat, Lena's eyes watering as her muscles spasmed around it. Despite the discomfort, she loved it when he kissed her like this. So deep, filling her head, a sex act in its own right. She closed her lips around the base and sucked affectionately, licking his length and tasting his metallic drool on her tongue.

Lena writhed beneath him, covering her body in mud and slime, her hands sinking into the wet soil and her heels sliding as they tried to find purchase. The cold of the lake was already a distant memory, now her body was burning up, sweat dripping her her pores to mingle with her lover's fluids. She had felt so clean after her bath, so refreshed, and now she was being sullied on the ground. There was something exciting about that, the idea making some long repressed desire surface in the back of her mind. She wanted to be covered in mud and sweat, drool and come, filthy in a very literal sense.

Sleethe pulled out of her mouth and let her take a gasping breath, his tongue joined to her lips by sagging strands of saliva, Lena blinking away tears as he turned his attention to her shorts. The female was still watching them idly, her interest mounting it seemed. She was looking right at Lena as she lay beneath her alien lover, her pale skin covered in hand prints and mud, strings of drool that were not her own hanging from her pink lips. What did she think of Lena's display? Was she jealous, disapproving? Did she drink in Sleethe's muscular physique and his surging erection, wishing that it was her and not Lena who was pinned beneath him?

Lena yelped as her lover tore her shorts off in one smooth motion, exposing her, a sticky web of her juices linking her swollen sex to the fabric. His azure tongue slapped wetly between her breasts, sliding slowly down towards her loins, Lena twitching and trembling as he tormented her. In an instant his leathery hands were parting her thighs, his dull claws sinking into her yielding flesh, and his hot breath was washing over her.

She moaned as he began to lick her, the sound drawing the interest of their observer, the female blinking her nictating membrane at Lena as the human writhed in the mud. Lena didn't care about being loud anymore, she wanted them to hear. It was liberating in a way.

He was so good at giving head that it sometimes made her feel like she was going to pass out from the pleasure, as if her brain might shut itself down to protect her from becoming overstimulated. This time was no exception, Sleethe delighting in exploring every inch of her vulva with his dexterous tongue, dragging his damp flesh across every fold and wrinkle as if her taste was the most wonderful thing in the world to him. He gave her is all every time, never holding anything back, having no reservations and not a hint of shame as he ate her out.

She lurched as he pushed into her opening, her juices mingling with his saliva as he slid deep into her reaches, his tongue alone thick enough to fill her. He could reach so far inside her, his organ roiling and undulating to sear her nerves with unbearable stimulation. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing and wringing as the contractions made her hips shake, but he remained undeterred. He licked her from within, his deft glances drawing shapes in her passage. He was teasing and gentle when he wanted to be, and then his pace would reach a cruel and wracking intensity, his blue flesh digging into her most sensitive spots as she bucked and shivered.

Sleethe withdrew, only priming her for what was to come it seemed, Lena squirming as his tongue slowly slid back out of her to lap dotingly at her thighs and belly. His large hands gripped her hips, his dull claws digging into her painted flesh, and with all the effort of playing with a toy he flipped her onto her belly.

Lena found herself face down in the mud, her breasts pressing against the ground as her lover lifted her rear into the air. The dark slime matted her blonde hair, sticking to her cheek and coating her chest, her once porcelain skin now stained with colorful dyes and black muck. She was beyond caring however, in fact she was reveling in it. There was something base and lurid about letting Sleethe have his way with her in the dirt, like animals, their bestial copulation taking precedence over all other concerns.

It was actually fairly pleasant, the mud was cool and damp, warding off some of the pervasive heat as it coated her. It was all over her hands and forearms in a dark layer, in her hair and on her face, all over her back and chest where she had lain on the ground. It was slippery and slimy, thick and clumpy. She dug her fingers into it and clawed out deep furrows as Sleethe's pulsing member pressed between her swollen lips.

He really was going to take her, right here on the shore in full view of everyone. She could feel his warm breath washing over her muddy back as he leaned over her, Lena no larger than a doll to him as he gripped her with his leathery hands and prepared to mount her. The anticipation was torture, she could feel his flared glans throbbing against her sodden sex, trickles of her excitement leaking down her inner thighs as she curled her toes in the soil. Was he making her wait just to tease her?

The unspoken question was soon answered as his shovel-like member pressed deeper, splaying her open as she loosed a guttural groan, her matted hair falling over her face. That familiar ache returned, a wonderful soreness that always preceded their lovemaking. He was so much larger than her, such that she never truly got used to the feeling of having him inside her. She balled her fists as he pushed past the resistance, his wide glans sliding inside her as her walls closed around it violently. She gasped as his firm erection raked her insides, his bubbling saliva and her own fluids easing it along, so large and so thick that it dug into her sweet spot by virtue of its sheer girth alone.

Immediately her legs turned to jelly, and she would have fallen flat on her stomach had he not been holding her. She could feel him tense as he pushed deeper, grinding against her tender passage in all the right ways, scouring her nerves as her body fought against it. She fit him like a latex glove, so tight that there wasn't even room for a slip of paper between his surging erection and her velvet flesh. She looked down between her parted thighs, getting more mud in her hair but not caring, watching lecherously as his azure shaft penetrated her. She could see the pigments that still stained his length, hand prints and smears of color that looked like lipstick. Perhaps she could have painted her lips with the dye and covered its smooth surface in kisses, that would have been hot...

Her thighs trembled as he inched forward, Lena baring her teeth and enduring the discomfort, knowing all too well what her reward would be. It was always a little hard at first, but once she got into the swing of things it would get easier. The ache would be dulled, and in its place would rise a raw, harsh pleasure. It was like taking off your sunglasses on a summer's day, the brightness and depth of color overwhelming your eyes before they had a chance to adjust.

A flutter of arousal shot through her as she watched a thick rope of her own juices fall to the mud, pushed out of her as Sleethe filled her to capacity. Her passage was wringing him like a fist gloved in slimy silk, milking and teasing, struggling to conform to his alien shape as her hot flesh pressed down on him from all sides. She could feel everything, every flex and jump, every throb of warm blood that coursed along its length.

He reached as far as he could, Lena lying with one side of her face in the mud as he held her rump off the ground, at waist height to the crouching alien. He waited there for a few moments, letting her catch her breath before the coupling began in earnest, the sense of fullness alone nearly enough to send her into a convulsing orgasm. Lena glanced at their observer, the female had turned her head to face them, watching with both eyes now and giving them her full attention.

Sleethe pulled back, Lena's eyelids fluttering and her mouth opening in a silent wail as his glans dug into her sensitive walls like an arrowhead. It was the outward motion that felt the best, the shape of his member designed to scoop out the sperm of his rivals, creating a kind of maddening rib that scraped her on its way out. Or did it hurt? It could be hard to tell sometimes, the intensity of the sensation so powerful that it seemed to confuse her senses. If she was grinning like a maniac and drooling into the mud, then it probably felt good...

As soon as his member neared her entrance, digging into her g-spot in a way that made her claw at the damp earth with her fingernails, he thrust back inside her again. He filled her to capacity in one motion, a glob of his drool falling from his jaws to land wetly in the small of her back as he began to move. From her position, she could see the bulge that his manhood made in her belly, distending it ever so slightly when he was all the way inside her. Well, all the way for her, not all the way for him. He was about a foot long after all. Being so large, his erection was a little softer and more malleable than that of a human, more like a large silicone toy. But that flexibility just meant that he could fill her even more effectively, able to bend and shift in order to reach everywhere.

He picked up the pace, each heavy thrust punctuated by a grunt from Lena, her vision blurring and her body rocking as he drove into her like a piston. Lena could see the female's eyes tracking his hips as they thrust his shaft in and out of her, Sleethe's tiny partner mewling and cooing with every movement.

After several minutes of unrestrained rutting, Lena was jolted from her fugue by the feeling of something warm and wet pressing between her cheeks. Something glanced her bud, and she strained to look back over her shoulder, seeing that it was Sleethe's winding tongue. Much like when he licked her during sex, he was bent double, keeping his length inside her as his long tongue snaked out of his mouth with surprising dexterity. He could manipulate it like a hand, and now it was pressing against her rump, lashing at her cheeks like a wet towel.

It slid between them, glancing her butt again, and a shiver rolled through her body. Sleethe took notice, her insides gripping him ever harder, and she heard him rumble affectionately as his member bounced inside her.

He licked her there again, his smooth flesh raking across her sensitive bud, and again she tightened up. Lena had never been touched...there...before. It felt surprisingly good, she hadn't realized how sensitive she was. Another whine escaped her lips as Sleethe thrust into her, her head filling with white light, as if his blue cock was an eraser that was rubbing out her mind.

This time she felt the tapered tip of his tongue probing for an opening, his pace slowing somewhat as he explored her. She had half a mind to ward him off. Even in her current debauched state, experimenting with anal was a little much. What was he even doing back there? Still, that flash of pleasure when he had licked her...it had felt pretty good.

Lena yelped as his tongue penetrated her, his saliva easing its passage as his slick flesh grazed hers, her eyes widening in surprise. He only reached perhaps an inch inside her before she closed around him, but the rich nerve endings in her rear responded with a powerful rush of sensation. She hadn't expected that it would feel this way, it felt almost as good as when he went down on her, a new dimension of sensation adding to her mounting excitement.

If there had ever been a little angel to compliment the devil that sat upon her shoulder, it had long ago thrown in the towel, and Lena reeled under the unexpected stimulation as lurid whispers filled her head. She wanted more of this...deeper...

"M-More," she stammered, knowing that Sleethe would understand her tone if not her words. She sometimes found herself begging and pleading for him to move faster, or to thrust harder in her most impassioned moments, he would know what she wanted from him.

She tried to relax, an almost impossible feat given the circumstances that she found herself in. Her entire body was on fire, aflame with surges of tingling pleasure and bursts of electrical ecstasy that made every muscle in her body spasm. Each time that he pushed his flared glans into her depths she tensed, her passage doing its utmost to accommodate his odd shape as he plunged her reaches. She could feel him in her belly, the impact reverberating through her body and making the softer parts of her anatomy quiver like a plate of jello.

Sleethe tried to push his tongue inside her again, and this time she allowed it, struggling to stave off the urge to push him back out. His organ was long and thick, but as soft and as flexible as that as a human. There was no pain, only a sense of fullness as his winding tongue slid into her, pleasure sparking as its smooth surface pressed against her in new and unexpected ways. His thick saliva was so slippery and his tongue was just the right shape, it went inside her so easily...

She moaned into the mud, Sleethe now filling both of her holes, the heat that radiated from his buried tongue burning in her mind like molten metal. He was treating her butt like he would her loins, licking her from the inside, drawing teasing shapes and writhing. Lena couldn't do much more than mumble curses under her breath as he pushed deeper, her brow furrowed and her toes curling so much that they cramped. When his tongue pressed down she loosed an unbecoming wail that must have been heard clear across the lake, his organ pressing on her vaginal canal from the other side, compressing the flesh between his buried tongue and his hard member. She could feel it, she could feel everything. She feared that she was losing her mind.