Splashdown Remastered and Housecat

He pressed the top of the syringe in with his thumb, and after a moment Zhari felt something warm on her belly, looking down to see a blob of gooey liquid oozing from the tip of the replica penis. It looked...felt...just like the real thing. She watched it slide down her hip, falling to the bed sheets beside her, and she realized that her heart was hammering in her chest.

"It's safe to use. I could fill you to the brim with no ill effects, and I took the liberty of warming it up before we got started."

He must have planned this days, weeks in advance, the wily little deviant. Why did she want it so badly? Was McGregor right? Was she an incorrigible xenophile? The taboo of mating with an alien set her loins on fire, she felt drunk when she made love to her human partner. His body was strange and alien, feeling his oddly shaped member pulsing inside her filled her with a kind of giddy excitement. What would other Borealans think if they could see her in that state? Defeated and writhing beneath an inferior creature, her toes curling as he pulled her tail and manhandled her.

Now she was about to feel a Krell's member inside her, its strange, alien contours rubbing against her most intimate and private depths. Sullying her, filling her with...whatever that fluid was made from.

McGregor would have his fill of her first however, and she squirmed as his hands ran across her body. He left not an inch of her burnished skin untouched, knowing where she was most sensitive and taking full advantage of her compromised position. He slid his fingers lightly across her belly, grasping her in inner thighs, skirting her aching loins as her juices soaked her panties.

She writhed and squirmed, bound more by his will than by the flimsy chains. He had commanded her not to break them, and so they might as well have been made from welded steel for all the good it would do her.

He traced the wide curve of her hip, sweat making her skin slippery and shiny in the low light, his fingers delving into her layer of soft fat as he followed the contours of her muscles. Unlike her own kind, his clawless fingers left no marks on her, he didn't scratch or cut. His hands were small and as naked as the rest of his body, his dexterous fingers able to reach...everywhere...

He clambered up onto the bed, kneeling between her parted thighs with the heavy toy in one hand, a nd flipped up her skirt to expose her. He took a moment to admire her underwear, her porcelain skin visible beneath the mesh of black lace, the thin fabric sticking to her flushed lips. He hooked a finger around her lingerie to pull it aside, Zhari wriggling as he brushed her tender lips.

She fucked the air desperately as he pushed his fingers between her dripping labia, stroking her as she rolled her hips, her beleaguered body desperate for more stimulation. She expected him to stop after a moment, but he just kept going, his fingers slick with her honeyed emissions as he rubbed furiously. Her breathing became ragged, her plump butt rising from the sheets as she thrust, her steely thighs trembling as they trapped his arm in a vice grip.

He leaned closer and planted a lingering kiss on her belly, not an inch above the black silk of her underwear, the contact of his tongue as it flicked her skin sending a jolt of pleasure crawling up her spine.

He was driving her crazy, was he going to get her off this way?

He let the replica Krell member flop heavily onto her belly, still leaking a trickle of white fluid onto her pale skin as he made use of both hands, sliding a finger inside her twitching tunnel. Damn it, she was so aroused already, she could feel an orgasm welling deep in her body like a dam that was about to burst. Just when she thought that he might finish her, he pulled back, wiping his sodden hands on the sheets as he watched her tremble and croon.

"What are you doing?" She mumbled, scarcely able to formulate a sentence as warm pleasure bathed her in its glow.

Without answering, he trapped the cable of her vibrating toy between his thumb and forefinger, slowly dragging it out of her. Her muscles clenched around it reflexively, its textured, silicone surface scraping against her sensitive walls and making her head spin. It appeared that McGregor had not expected so much resistance, having to tug harder as the object slowly made its way out of her, finally falling to the mattress along with a fat strand of her excitement.

"I want to go down on you," he muttered, her heart skipping at the prospect. "But I don't want you coming too soon. We have a long night ahead of us."

He brought his lips down towards her loins, and she felt his warm breath on her swollen sex, McGregor planting a gentle kiss that sent a tremor rolling through her body. He reached up and retrieved the replica Krell organ, sliding it down her belly to leave a trail of milky fluid. Zhari shivered with anticipation as he rubbed the flexible material against her vulva, wetting it with her slimy emissions as he pressed it between her pink lips.

It was large, really large. She wasn't even sure that something that big would fit inside her.

She had thought about it before of course, maybe even fantasized about it once or twice before she had been inducted into McGregor's pack. The Krell were enormous creatures, even larger and stronger than the toughest Borealan warrior. Being pressed beneath one as it rutted would feel amazing. Having its large, reptilian organ scrape against her insides as it gripped her roughly with its many fingered hands would have been an experience like no other.

Unfortunately the creatures were completely harmless. They wouldn't even swat a fly that landed on their snout, never mind respond to a challenge in the way that would excite a Borealan. If she ever managed to anger one to the point that it reacted, it would probably just squash her flat, rather than give her the intense sex that she wanted. Completely boring.

Oh God, was McGregor right? Maybe she really was a xenophile. The idea filled her with an odd brand of excitement, guilty and lurid.

"Tell me how it feels," he said, pressing the flared head against her opening. It felt even bigger now that it was touching her, her imagination inflating its size. It didn't feel like it would fit, McGregor slowly applying more and more pressure as he struggled to push it inside her. Maybe this was why he had teased her so, gotten her so wet, so that they might stand a chance of using this shameful toy.

It felt so strange, cool against her lips, the material that it was made from as soft as flesh and oddly flexible. It contrasted with the heat that radiated from her, she was on fire, already beginning to push back in a desperate bid to get it inside her.

There was a moment of resistance, and then the shovel-shaped head of the alien penis slid inside her, spreading her wide open. Her passage contracted reflexively, attempting to close around it, but its odd shape dug into her silky flesh and seared her nerves with stabbing pleasure. She opened her mouth in a silent wail, pulling the chains taut as she writhed, every tiny movement making the phallus rub and grind against her. It was digging into her most sensitive spots simply by virtue of its shape.

"You doing ok?" McGregor asked, looking up over her mound as she panted and writhed.

"I-I like it, don't stop!"

"You're so big, how are you this tight?" He gumbled.

He pushed it deeper with some effort, splaying her apart, her thighs trembling around his shoulders as she squeezed him. He managed to get the flared head all the way inside, her passage closing around it and pressing down on the smooth shaft that followed after. Now that he was deep enough he pulled back, the shovel-like head scraping against her velvet insides, her flowing juices doing little to ease its passage.

She loosed a low mewl, the bed frame shaking as she bucked, her spine arching and her toes curling as every nerve that the monstrous organ grazed lit up like a supernova. It was almost unbearable, so intense that it bordered on pain, scouring her delicate insides to leave her aching and wanting.

The flared glans reached her opening, and sensing that she was getting into the swing of things, McGregor forced it back inside. His thrust was cruel and deep, the azure shaft vanishing into her body, half of the immense member engulfed by her spasming loins.

She wanted so desperately to reach down a padded finger and rub herself to competition, a maddening thirst overtaking her, but as the chains clattered she was reminded that her Alpha had bound her. She could not disobey, if he willed her to suffer then she must suffer, and delight in her obedience.

"Don't break those chains," he warned, twisting the replica organ inside of her and making her croon as harsh pleasure tore through her. She felt like her legs were melting, her entire lower body going numb save for the feeling of the object that was inside her.

He withdrew again, watching her large body convulse, fresh sweat making her smooth skin shimmer as she moved.

This time he forced it as deep as it would go, the round base slamming against her loins with a wet splash, the monstrous organ forcing its way into her reaches. It touched places that no male should have been able to reach, her eyes bulging and her tongue lolling from her mouth as she took in a sharp breath, releasing it as a pained moan.

She flinched as McGregor kissed her thigh, his tongue leaving his mouth for a moment to taste the salt on her skin, holding the toy as it filled her to capacity. Just when she was getting accustomed to the sensation of having the brutish thing inside her, he pulled it back out again, slow and teasing as if he was relishing her turmoil.

"How does it feel?"

"B-Big," she stammered, the words catching in her throat as he forced the dildo back inside her again. It was such an odd blend of pleasure and discomfort, keeping her on edge, but too uncomfortable to let her come.

"Do you like having this strange, alien organ inside you? Can you feel its shape?"

She declined to answer, her face beet red as she struggled to contain her lust.

"It's scandalous, so improper," he continued. "What would the other Borealans say if they could see you like this, bound and subdued, letting all manner of aliens have their way with you?"

"Quiet," she muttered, trying in vain to conceal her arousal and her embarrassment.

"Oh, is that insubordination I hear? Are you challenging your Alpha?"

He thrust the Krell organ deep into her tender passage once more, and she yelped, her thighs quivering.

"No, I'm...I just-"

He reached a hand beneath her and gripped the base of her tail, Zhari freezing like a statue.

"I just want to hear you say it."

"S-Say what?"

"Don't play coy. I want to hear you say that you're a hopeless xenophile, that you love aliens, and that even the idea of having this weird phallus inside you makes you gush."

"That's not true!" Zhari protested, gasping as he twisted the toy. She could feel its flared head rubbing against the limits of her tunnel, the textured base pressing into her labia from the outside.

"Be a good girl, Zhari."

She felt that odd fluttering in her belly again, it happened whenever he said those words, her loins contracting around the toy and her heart thumping in her chest.

He pressed his face between her thighs and dragged his tongue across her glistening vulva, her muscles seizing as the slick, smooth organ glanced her swollen clitoris. Her brain fizzled with the realization that he could use his tongue on her while the massive toy was buried inside her, she would surely lose her mind if he did that.

"Do you like that?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Do you want more?"

"Please..."

"Then you have to admit that you like aliens."

She felt like she was about to explode, an irresistible pressure building inside her that demanded release, her cheeks burning and her passage rippling around the smooth shaft as she finally gave in.

"I love aliens!" She wailed, taking McGregor by surprise as he kneeled between her legs. "I love you McGregor, I love that even though you're smaller than me, you talk back to me like you're ten feet tall. Your skin is as clean as paper, there's not a mark on you, it drives me crazy. It's like you've never been touched. I want to carve you up and cover you in scars, but I know that I can't. You have no claws and your tongue is smooth, it's like some deity designed you for no other purpose than to torment me."

He gave her another slow, teasing lick, Zhari so sensitive that the throb of pleasure darkened her vision. She bit her lower lip, a little too hard, tasting the copper flavor of blood in her mouth.

"Honesty will be rewarded," he whispered, urging her to continue.

"If my old pack, my friends and siblings, if they knew that I let such a small and weak creature overcome me I would never live it down. It's shameful, taboo..."

"But you love it?"

"I...I love it. All my life I had to fight to be the best, the strongest, to take charge and be in control of every situation. Now I have no control. I'm the lowest and most debased, the bottom of the pack...and it's wonderful."

She had never put it into words before, never articulated the thoughts that had lurked for so long in the deepest recesses of her brain. But now she understood. The constant pressure, the stress of maintaining her position as Alpha, beating down all comers that attempted to take her mantle...that was all over now. She could relax, rest easy and let her guard down. McGregor was her Alpha now and he would take care of everything.

"Good girl..."

She gasped as he began to move the replica phallus inside her, finding a slow and heavy pace as his tongue returned to her swollen sex, the two-pronged assault driving her to distraction. She tried her best to stay still, he couldn't keep his lips locked to her if she bucked and threw him off, but the tension was making her brain melt.

Every inch of her skin was awash in tingling pleasure, her insides aching as they clamped down on the Krell member, her contractions only making its contact harsher and more brutal. The flared head dug deep into her silken walls, scouring her on the way in and out, hammering her sweet spot by simple virtue of its size and odd shape. She could see that McGregor was struggling, her pelvic floor muscles strong enough that he had to apply force to drag it out of her, his tongue darting and lashing at her sensitive anatomy as he fucked her with the toy.

She felt so full, she could feel the thing bulging beneath her flat stomach. She had heard McGregor comment that deep, rough sex would hurt human women, but Borealans craved it. This artificial organ was bumping against her deepest reaches, spreading her wide open like nothing before it. She missed the heat of McGregor's member, the way that it flexed and throbbed inside her, but this was a unique and pleasurable experience. To have him using that maddening mouth of his on her all the while was the icing on the cake.

He had kept her teetering on the edge for so long that she was already about to pop, a familiar warmth rising deep inside her as she struggled to save from rolling her hips.

"Tell me when you're close," McGregor mumbled, peering up at her from between her thighs with a strand of her fluids hanging from his chin. He could feel her insides trying to wrench the toy from his hands no doubt, her muscles rolling up the object's shaft in a primal effort to drag it deeper.

He pursed his lips around her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth and drawing shapes on its smooth surface with the tip of his tongue, Zhari clenching her fists and letting slip a guttural growl. His pace became frantic, throwing all of his weight behind the Krell cock as he forced it harder and deeper, Zhari collapsing into the damp sheets as bursts of ecstasy flared in her depths.

"Harder," she gasped, "harder!"

Her human companion was breaking a sweat, gripping her hip with one hand for leverage, clearly struggling for her benefit. He was a good Alpha in that way, a kind leader. He seemed to understand the give and take of the pack structure that was lost on so many humans. She was at his mercy now, the cuffs binding her hands above her head and tying her ankles. She loved it.

"Imma come," she grumbled through gritted teeth, her muscles bulging beneath her wet skin as she writhed and bucked. McGregor pulled away from her loins, wiping her slime from his face with his sleeve before dragging out the dildo so that its shovel-shaped tip rested tantalizingly against her splayed opening. He put all of his weight into one final thrust, pushing it as deep as it would go with the heel of his hand, then he fumbled for the syringe as the searing pleasure pushed her over the edge.

She started to come, muscle spasms wracking her body, her excitement gushing around the replica organ's girth to spill onto the sheets and coat her inner thighs. She was feverish, as if someone had set a fire inside her and its heat was slowly spreading up through her body. She teetered on the edge of sanity for a moment, lost in that split second when one feels a tide of intolerable pleasure rising, and in that moment finds themselves transfixed.

Like a dam breaking it flooded her, an unbecoming moan of desire escaping her lips, one that she would have preferred that McGregor not hear. It was weak, pathetic, adoring and pleading. She sounded like an upset kitten, crying for a toy that had been taken away from it.

Through the intense heat she felt a new sensation, warm and syrupy, and she realized that McGregor had the syringe in his hand. The clear tube that linked it to the base of the silicone penis was now opaque, white fluid pushing its way into her.

She crooned and growled again, the alien organ pumping a thick, heavy load deep inside her. She could feel it seeping into every crease and fold, every detail of her trembling passage. There was so much of it, it just kept coming, warm and viscous as her velvet walls tried in vain to clench around the foreign object.

Wave after wave of euphoria tore through her, like she had been hooked up to the station's electrical grid, her mouth agape and her eyes watering as pleasure that bordered on agony made her its plaything. All the while the toy emptied its load into her eager passage, buried to the hilt as it released a steady stream of wonderfully gluey, soupy fluid. It scratched every itch, her most base instincts convinced that she was being inseminated, and rewarding her with a torrent of chemicals and hormones that made her feel like she was floating on a cloud.

There was so much come that it was forcing its way out of her despite her iron grip on the silicone toy, she could feel it pouring from her, mingling with her juices.

She rode her climax for as long as she could, McGregor slowly fucking the mess deeper inside her, scraping the flared glans against her sensitive tunnel and drawing out every last tormenting throb. Finally she fell to the bed, spent and exhausted, her skin wet with sweat and fluid. Her human lover dragged the member out of her, along with a flood of milky ejaculate and clear fluid that had been trapped behind its head like a plug, the mess leaking out of her ruined hole in thick ropes.

McGregor was undeterred, casting the heavy toy aside and delving between her thighs, licking and mouthing to ensure that every last twitch of her orgasm was eased out of her. She felt his warm tongue teasing her, drawing out another pleasant tremor that made her toes curl. He ran his hands across her damp skin, his eyelids drooping, in awe of her body as it writhed and rippled beneath his fingertips.