Return to Krell

She stood, stretching her arms above her head, and began to walk around the circumference of the room again as she admired the artistry of the carvings. The reliefs surely held great meaning, but she would wait until the computer had deciphered the Krell alphabet before attempting to interpret them. She stood before one of the larger scenes, the engraving depicting what looked like dozens of cigar-shaped Broker craft landing in a clearing as the Krell looked on from the cover of a mangrove forest. Was it first contact, perhaps?

The wooden floor beneath her shook as Sleethe approached. He had been sleeping in one of the pits for a good while, not too interested in helping with field work, and it seemed that he had woken up.

She ignored him, keeping her eyes on the wall as he sidled up behind her, his dancing shadow cast by the flickering flames of the torches. He bumped up against her, she could feel the firm bunches of his abdominal muscles through his soft underbelly pressing against the back of her head. At a little over five feet tall, Lena scarcely reached his chest.

He blew warm breath in her hair, his snout coming down to nuzzle as he took in her scent. Lena's heart began to race as his large, rough hands slid across her belly and thighs, his many fingers pressing into her supple flesh as the humidity and her perspiration made his contact wonderfully slippery. His dull claws dragged across her milky skin, the firelight making it glisten, Sleethe huffing in her ear like a bull as she felt the heat of his erection press against her rear.

"Sleethe," she whined, gasping as his hand roamed beneath her stained tank top and cupped one of her breasts. His fingers sank deep into her meat, his hand so large that it encompassed her boob entirely, a pang of pleasure shooting up her spine as she leaned back against the wall of muscle and scales. "Here? What if someone sees us? What if the elder comes back?"

His answer was another cruel squeeze, Lena's knees going weak as he mauled her breast. She couldn't refuse him at this point, there was a wetness spreading beneath her shorts, and it had nothing to do with the humidity. He was so brutish, when he wanted something he became completely single-minded, and yet despite his size and strength he always treated her like a china doll. He was so gentle, so considerate. Yet she felt that sexual energy that he exuded all the same, that animal lust, a desire to throw her to the floor and make her his own that was lurking just beneath the surface.

He seemed to be enjoying the texture of her slick skin, his hands exploring her, sliding beneath her top and the waistband of her shorts as he tested the firmness of her ass and clawed at her thighs. Lena tried to stay in shape as much as her schedule allowed, but the sedentary lifestyle that office work required of her had left her a little doughy. Sleethe didn't mind, in fact he rather enjoyed it, Lena bucking and writhing in his arms as he toyed with her.

His member was growing, she could feel it through her shorts, digging into her cheeks. She slipped a hand behind her back, glancing the thick shaft with her slim fingers and feeling a tremor pass through him. He might weigh as much as a small truck, but he was still a man, with male weaknesses. She slid her digits along his length, his size never ceasing to amaze her. She couldn't see it, but the image of his alien penis was burned into her mind like a brand. His organ was azure blue in color, with a smooth shaft that was as long and as thick as her forearm, the glans flared and shaped like a shovel for scooping out the sperm of rival males during their breeding frenzies. Her mouth was watering just thinking about it, the memory of fullness, of that satisfying ache making her head spin.

Sleethe slid his member up her spine, making her shiver as it slipped beneath her tank top, the wide tip pressing between her shoulder blades as he frotted against her. It was hot against her skin, the cold-blooded reptile mustering what warmth his body could provide and pumping it into his organ along with his blood.

His impossibly long tongue snaked from between his crocodilian jaws, like damp velvet as he licked her neck and ear, his thick saliva leaking down her shoulder. He tasted the salt on her skin, breathed in her scent, as if preparing to dine on some fine delicacy.

Something about the heat and humidity was clouding her mind, making her hotter and more eager than she had felt in a while. It was as if the frustration of being damp and filthy was adding to her arousal. His wet leather scent was invading her senses, making her yearn for more. This was the first time that they had been alone for a good few days, not since they had last fooled around in her office. It had been even longer since they had gotten an opportunity to make love.

Sleethe was so big and their sex was so messy, that finding a secluded spot to do the deed and then cleaning up after him was quite an ordeal. The UNN had made Krell-sized condoms and had distributed them in an effort to curb their population shortly after the breeding incident that had rocked the station. While that might contain his...emissions, Lena feared that the condom might expand inside her like a balloon and injure her. He produced so much of it that it was safer to just...let it flow, so to speak. That might be acceptable in her apartment, more specifically the shower cubicle, but it caused problems elsewhere.

Sleethe hooked his thumbs around the waistbands of her shorts and panties, dragging them down around her knees in one smooth motion, Lena mewling softly as he exposed her. He slid a finger between her thighs, sparks of pleasure dancing through her body as he dragged his digit between her labia, pulling away with a fat strand of her excitement clinging to his claw as if intending to show her how aroused she was.

Lena was awash in tingling euphoria, she felt feverish, her cheeks as red as they had ever been. He gripped her hips with his hands, large enough to wrap around her lower body, his claws meeting across her belly as they sank into her flesh. She reached behind her, her hands gripping his rough scales with a kind of desperation wherever they could find purchase, as if she was holding on to him for dear life.

Surely he wouldn't take her here, up against the wall? Would that be disrespectful to their culture? Wasn't this some kind of holy place for the Krell?

She stifled a gasp as he repositioned himself, thrusting his hips and pushing his thick organ between her legs, eased along by the pervasive damp that hung in the air. She clamped down on him reflexively, squeezing his impressive girth between the soft cushion of her thighs, his flared member emerging like a bright blue strap-on. His smooth shaft pressed against her loins, and she couldn't help but grind against it, her body seeking out what stimulation it could glean as if it was running on autopilot.

He was throbbing, she could feel his erection beating between her legs, his powerful heart making it jump and flex with every pulse of warm blood that rushed through it. It was hard and rigid, but less so than a human penis. It had more in common with rubber or silicone, maintaining its firmness but bending and flexing when enough pressure was applied. That was just as well, or sex might not have been possible for them, it was only due to that flexibility that he didn't injure her.

Lena caught herself gazing down at it, her eyes playing across its length, his rounded shaft completely flush and devoid of any visible veins or imperfections. The business end was as large as her clenched fist, and it was already dripping a strand of his excitement, Lena's eyelids drooping at the sight.

Sleethe kept one hand on her hip, the other crawling slowly up her torso, pulling up her tank top and letting her breasts fall free. They bounced gently as they settled, her Krell lover peering over her shoulder as he watched them, his yellow eyes drinking in her figure. He engulfed one of her breasts in his palm, kneading it softly, and Lena watched with bated breath as his blue tongue snaked out of his mouth and made for the second.

Her legs turned to jelly as his slippery organ curled around her boob, strong and flexible, squeezing and licking. His slimy flesh found her engorged nipple, the tapered tip circling it as he teased her. She realized that she was standing on her toes, her weight supported effortlessly in his strong arms, his azure member firm enough that it was practically lifting her off the floor.

She moaned as he rubbed his shaft against her vulva, her juices wetting its already moist surface as it pressed against her loins. She felt so hypersensitive, like her nervous system had been kicked into overdrive. Even the sensation of his manhood pressing against her inner thighs was enough to make her seethe with a lust that threatened to overcome her faculties and reduce her to a drooling beast.

Her body was so slippery, beads of sweat and moisture clinging to her skin in the soupy atmosphere, sparkling like diamonds as they reflected the light of the fires. Sleethe loosed a low, powerful rumble that resonated inside her, a mating call that shook her bones. She rocked her head back, her mouth open in a silent cry as the oscillations tickled her senses, the vibrations that he produced powerful enough to stimulate her without him even needing to touch her. It was like he had thrust a vibrator inside her, as if she was sitting atop a washing machine, the walls of her passage trembling in resonance with the sonic blast.

"P-People will hear," she stammered, "you're being too loud..."

He rumbled affectionately, Lena's thighs trembling around his shaft as his call caressed her insides. It was as if invisible fingers were stroking her, phantom tongues probing her passage and gliding against her depths. He didn't care if anyone heard them, he was wanton, shameless.

She yelped as he picked her up in his arms, lifting her clear off the floor. He wrapped one arm around her belly and hugged her close, his scaly bicep bulging beneath her hands as she gripped it. It felt like steel suspension cables wrapped in leather, impossibly firm. His other arm supported her weight from below, leaving Lena in a sitting position two feet off the ground, her back resting against the hard slabs of his pectoral muscles.

His blue tongue slid out of his mouth, its warm, slimy surface glancing her burning cheek. Without lips, Sleethe couldn't kiss her the way that a human could. There were no gentle pecks, no restrained embraces. She felt butterflies in her stomach, knowing what was coming, a strand of saliva falling from his open jaws to land in her hair as his organ wormed its way towards her.

It parted her lips, its immense length sliding inside her mouth, the metallic taste of his saliva pricking her taste buds. His fleshy organ licked her inner cheeks, tickling her palate and coiling around her tongue as she put up an impotent resistance. He had such fine control over it, drawing shapes with its pointed tip, his viscous drool escaping the corners of her mouth as he roiled. It was a French kiss so deep and lurid that it made her head spin, bright stars dancing before her eyes as he piled more of his length into her mouth.

No, this wasn't a kiss, it was a bawdy sex act. His slippery tongue pushed deeper into her throat as she rubbed her damp thighs together, her toes curling as her feet dangled in the air. It was coated in a layer of his drool, viscous and syrupy as it hung from her chin in strings and dripped down onto her breasts, only adding to the sweat and damp that already sullied her pale skin.

She felt him lick the back of her throat, slow and heavy, a clear foot of his smooth tongue now bulging her cheeks as it struggled for space. It felt as if someone had soaked a length of satin in personal lubricant and was pushing it into her mouth. She gagged a little as the tip of his organ slid into her esophagus, her throat muscles closing around it as her body rejected the invasion.

Lena suppressed the impulse, tears welling in her eyes as she swallowed a mouthful of his slaver around the obstruction, enduring the discomfort. Like everything with Sleethe, his kisses were overwhelming and exaggerated. He was just a little too big, a little too heavy, a little too strong. His tongue was a little too long to kiss her, his manhood was a bit too large to be comfortable, and that fact filled her with a burning need the likes of which she had never experienced before meeting him.

He could break her, he could choke her, he could rip her asunder with his member and leave her ruined on the ground. But he wouldn't. He had learned her limits, he knew her body like the back of his hand, both inside and out. He knew exactly how deep he could thrust, and how long he could deprive her of oxygen with his salacious embrace. He had made it his mission in life. Despite his power and his imposing stature, despite all of the excitement that it brought, she felt completely safe in his arms.

Sensing that his warm-blooded lover was running out of air, Sleethe pulled back, pausing to tease her with a flurry of licks and strokes before withdrawing from her mouth. Lena rolled her head back, her eyes following the blue organ as it slid out of her. It just kept coming and coming. Finally she watched the tip disappear between his jagged teeth, like a fat strand of spaghetti, the sagging web of stringy saliva that joined it to her lips collapsing onto her face and sloughing down her chest. Gravity directed the mess between her boobs, globs of it rolling down her belly before it was stopped by his scaly arm. She couldn't help but run her fingers through the gunk, it had the consistency of honey.

Lena was giddy, so excited that she was trembling like a leaf, her loins drooling as he held her aloft. She had already been raring to go, but the obscene kiss had her burning up, she was primed and ready for him. He knew how to get her riled up, it made the next step easier...

She covered her red face with her hands, loosing an unbecoming whine as she felt the flared glans of his member press against her sex from below. He rubbed it between her labia, grazing her vulva with its wide head as he wet it with her juices. When it was sufficiently slippery, he located her entrance, Lena wincing as he began to apply pressure.

His glans was the size of her clenched fist, and while somewhat flexible, it was still big. She never really got used to it. Once they got started, the ache would slowly turn to pleasure as her body grew accustomed to its size and shape, but this first thrust was always just as intense as their first encounter. She knew that it would fit, they had done this innumerable times by now, but she still felt that pang of uncertainty as he splayed her open.

He lowered her slowly, inch by inch, Lena unable to stop herself from shivering and arching her spine as the pressure mounted. Finally there was a 'pop', Sleethe's alien organ pushing past the initial resistance and sliding inside her.

She loosed a very unladylike groan, gritting her teeth and digging her fingernails into his leathery skin as his shovel-shaped glans spread her insides apart. It hurt, that was undeniable. But like sucking on a wedge of lime after a shot of tequila, it was chased by a sweet and permeating pleasure.

Sleethe grumbled in her ear, his long snout breathing hot air in the nape of her neck as he nuzzled. If he was too big for her, then she was also too tight for him. Her muscles clamped down on him like a vice, flesh like wet velvet encompassing him as her walls tried desperately to conform to his size and shape. It was like trying to wear a latex glove that was a size too small.

He pushed deeper, lowering her onto his shaft, Lena helpless in his arms as his flared head seared her nerves with pleasure so harsh and raw that it confused her senses. She wanted both for him to go deeper and faster, and for him to slow, a dull ache permeating her lower body.

After a few inches he stopped and began to pull back, his glans digging into her tender walls and scouring them as he went. He was so large and so thick that he hit her everywhere at once due to his sheer size, a tremor passing through her body as he grazed her sweet spot. He drew back until only his glans was lodged inside her, and then pushed back into her again.

It was the faltering beginnings of a rhythm, Lena slowly acclimatizing to the cruel parody of male anatomy that was invading her, the discomfort giving way to a euphoria that made her feel drunk. Sleethe watched her intently with his yellow eyes, observing her reactions with his reptilian pupils and feeling her body respond to his touch, noting that she was starting to relax and that their coupling was growing easier.

Lena found herself pushing down in order to take him deeper. While she had little control over their pace, suspended in the air as she was, she could still roll her hips and gyrate in order to make his wide glans dig into her passage at just the right angle. With every gentle thrust he gained more ground, her loins now able to clamp down around his smooth shaft as he bounced her gently on the end of his erection. He couldn't get all the way inside her no matter how favorable the circumstances, her passage was not a foot deep, but they usually managed to find a compromise that suited them both.

The ache was all but gone now, bursts of ecstasy washing through her in wracking pulses as their speed increased, his member creating a visible bulge beneath her tummy. Her juices dribbled down the length of his cock, her beleaguered body doing its utmost to ease things along.

Sleethe's grip around her waist grew tighter, his muscles bulging, and she could hear his breathing growing deeper and less regular as they moved together. He had her pressed so tightly against his soft underside that she could feel the rows of rock hard abs under his fat layer as they flexed in time with his thrusts, his heart hammering beneath his broad chest as he grew more excited.

Their pace quickened, his slow, heavy thrusts becoming more rapid as she leaned back against his scaly torso and let him have his way with her. She felt like she was floating on a cloud, heat radiating up through her body, electrical pleasure coursing up her spine like it was a copper cable. The dull thud of his member as it hammered her from below rocked her body, her breasts and thighs rippling with every blow, the bouncing of her pert breasts drawing his attention.

Once again his blue tongue slid out of his mouth and crept down across her shoulder like some kind of fleshy snake, seeking out the nearest boob and wrapping around it like a constrictor. He squeezed, his organ agile enough that he could lick and tease her sensitive nipple at the same time, this new level of sensation making her reel.

Every time Lena thought that it couldn't get any better, it did. Each time she told herself that the pleasure could not grow any more intense, that she could not become more aroused than she already was, it happened despite her. Sleethe was getting close now, she could feel it in the way that his member pulsed and flexed inside her, pressing so tightly against the walls of her tunnel that she could sense every throb of blood that passed through it. It was like a living thing in its own right, beating like a second heart.

He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, his saliva mingling with her sweat, the combined sensations making her buck and writhe as he impaled her from below. She was teetering on the edge of an orgasm so powerful that it almost scared her. She wanted to reach around his thick arm and slip a finger between her thighs, to rub herself to completion as he fucked her senseless. She would wait for Sleethe to finish first however, she needed to feel his warm seed flood through her, for him to fill her with his thick emission as he always did. The thought of having his come on her, inside her...it filled her with a kind of debauched glee that she wouldn't have dared admit to anyone.