Shaven: Mauricio's Point of View

Mauricio is feeling the power and the eroticism build. His breathing gets heavy as his tentacle grip tightens on the light blue being. The alien slut begins to struggle. He feels her motion pick up. "It's working" he thinks. He feels in any moment he will capture her. Have all of her. Now she is moving with even more energy – a creature in her death throes. She slides to the right seeking escape, then to the left. She grinds down. Her body starts to tremble. He's almost there. She's shaking uncontrollably now, pressing herself into him. Her arms tighten around his back. They both scream out. Death screams. Victory screams. He punches his hips forward, once, twice, a third time deep inside and then it comes.

He locks his hips onto hers and releases. They are pressed together and Mauricio swears he feels her electricity jump from her body to his. They both tremble and clench each other. For a very long moment they are connected, a single circuit stopping time.

Then they collapse.

Mauricio wasn't sure how long he was asleep before he woke in a panicked sweat. The moonlight still shone through the window. He sat up to rest on the head board being careful not to wake the sleeping creature lying under the green sheath.

He rubbed his bald head. "Oh Christ" he mutters. "Christina, what have we done." His head falls against the headboard. Almost absent mindedly he reached his hand backward. One of his purple fingers winds its way into one of the many holes. "Cheese" he thinks and for a moment smiles.