Xenophilia - Xander - Pt. 01

A searing sigh left the man's mouth, gripping the metal floor of the container and clenching his eyes shut.

"H-Holy..." he muttered, his mind swimming with so many thoughts, and so much arousal now. This was perhaps the best head he'd ever had in his life, and he dated a self-confessed 'nympho' once. She was fun, but this... 'girl', had skill he could hardly believe. And this was the first time they'd ever met. He couldn't even think of fighting back now.

She was getting more fervent too, suckling his cock with a tighter suction than before, salivating profusely to coat his shaft with her spit, cool and somewhat slimier than a normal human's. Her other hand left his other thigh so that she could wrap her digits loosely around his girth, beginning to gently stroke him up and down, smearing her saliva all over his length and giving it thorough lubrication, her fingers sliding over her own coiled tongue and caressing the exposed parts of his dick her muscle briefly exposed before swirling around to graze over. He was already profusely dribbling pre from his urethra, which she lapped up with a length of her tongue and gulped down greedily. It made him moan as she further encircled and enwrapped his cock in her dextrous muscle, practically cocooning it.

She moved her hand away from his shaft now, leaving her other hand to massage his balls, sending gentle waves of stimulation through his loins. It was odd, seeing no eyes, but there was a lively fervour to her efforts, and when she began sliding a sharp fingertip delicately up his torso, he knew this was not some mindless act, but a deliberate indulgence. Xander felt the alien woman prod at his nipples through his reasonably thick shirt, causing him to wince and gasp, though from stimulation rather than physical discomfort; she knew just how to make him twitch.

More and more precum oozed from his tip, rapidly lapped up by the fold of her tongue, causing no small amount of erotic twitches to wrack the man's body. He groaned and tensed, already feeling himself building up to an orgasm; it'd been some time since he was last with a woman, and... it was showing, especially with how skilled she was. The alien female suckled a little harder though, eager to see him cum in her mouth... though, which 'mouth' that was suddenly came into question when he felt something latch onto his tip, the creature's tongue coming from this secondary orifice.

Rigid jaws latched to his glans, and less flexible lips -- more like fleshy, fatty membranes, really -- still tightly sealed around his cockhead, and then slipping a little further to swallow his glans entirely in this odd oral organ. It made him groan; it was a surreal sensation, especially since his cock was still cocooned in her sliming, twisting tongue, his balls under constant, fondling assault by the tip of the muscle and her sensuous fingers.

That he hadn't experienced any sort of feminine company in a while meant he wasn't going to last much longer... and sure enough, with a potent shudder running down his spine, Xander was groaning and spasming from the ecstasy of climax. He bucked his hips upwards into the alien's mouth, and began to pour his seed into her waiting secondary maw, rope after thick, sticky rope being eagerly gulped down in a quick moment. And to make the experience all the more intense, she was vigorously continuing her ministrations, ensuring that his climax endured for longer than if she'd simply stopped, draining every drop he had to offer.

He panted loudly, unable to suppress to shudders that ran up and down his body, but at this point, he just couldn't help it; this was the best pleasure he'd ever felt, and they weren't even having sex. She was just fellating him and stroking him off with her tongue. Eventually, his climax came to an end, as expected; he could only give so much in a single ejaculation, and it left his chest heaving, exhausted pants leaving his mouth, still fatigued from his earlier mad dash.

Slowly, once the alien had suckled his tip clean of any residue, she slowly slid her lips free of his glans, her tongue trailing up his length, slowly unwinding itself and straightening up until it too left his length. He shuddered from post-climax sensitivity, feeling that slimy muscle glide off his cock. It recoiled into her mouth, and she flicked her tongue across her lips, grinning, similarly letting her fingers pull away from his balls with a lusty caress of their undersides. Xander was sweaty now, and barely able to move.

"D-Damn... what was that... for..." he trailed off as he saw the alien move to stand up, towering over him before squatting over his crotch, dropping down to rest her nether folds atop of his glans, gently teasing him with the slick caress of her labia, oddly cool but pulsing with vigour. She traipsed her sharp fingertips up his body until they came to rest upon his shoulders, a wicked, devious grin flashing across her face, her tongue following. It was so very predatory, the way she behaved, like sex to them was as much their way of hunting as it was indulgence. At least she wasn't murdering him and devouring his liver or some other morbid outcome. He'd much prefer to stay alive.

She continued to gyrate her slit to his glans, coating his girth with a slow drool of her lusty fluids. Clearly, she was more than eager for this, wetter than any human partner he'd ever had. But she wasn't hesitant, or nervous... she was teasing him, making him groan and pant, and buck needily upwards as he was wracked with stimulation. She liked to play with her food, it seemed, and he was in no position to stop her.

Her tail slithered around his legs, coiling around one and weaving over to the other, encircling it before tightening up and binding his limbs in place. She was a dominant girl, one who was going to take what she wanted, and Xander certainly wasn't going to say no.

At the very least, if she was going to murder him when she was done, hopefully she'd be merciful and make it quick, after giving him such delightful pleasure.

Such thoughts were derailed, as it appeared even she was growing impatient with herself, wanting to move onwards once she felt him starting to seep more precum from his tip. It was the sign to her that he was sensitive enough to keep going. She planted her feet more firmly to the ground on either side of his hips... and began to drop down upon his cock, tightly gripping his shoulders, enough to make him flinch from mild pain, before moaning from pleasure. She hissed in her own delight, tongue lolling out far enough to graze over the top of her breasts, before the girl started gyrating her hips from side to side as she dropped down further.

This only made the gradually enveloping sensation of her flesh all the more intense; her innards squeezed him like a vice, and they felt particularly exotic, her walls textured in a manner seemingly meant to bring intense pleasure... along with how they rippled and undulated up his penis, imparting a subtle suction at the same time as the flesh massaged him. Her twisting hips only did the same to his cock, forcing his glans to push against her walls, and endure the intense sensation as she forcibly stirred his cock about in her womanhood.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, already beginning to shiver from this pleasure; he'd never experienced a vagina this tight and this wet before... or this alive, for that matter. Her flesh was lukewarm, somewhat cold in fact... but a dead fish? Bland and inactive? Hardly. Her innards roiled and churned around his cock, actively trying to milk him even though he was just inserting into this inhuman female. How could anyone possibly last against such exquisite sensations?

He could already feel himself building to another climax, and she hadn't even begun to ride him yet, just reaching the full extent of her descent, shifting against his crotch and rubbing her loins to his, hissing out in pleasure. She remained seated upon his cock for a while, the ministrations of her womanhood easing as she gave him some measure of respite, so that he wouldn't blow so soon. He panted as he took this opportunity to regain his breath, but it wouldn't be long before she was ready to go... and with a slow, tight rise to his tip... she dropped down with a loud slap, and soon began erotically bouncing upon his cock.

Xander grimaced and seethed in pleasure between gritted teeth, feeling her practically tug and pull at his cock whenever she rose and fell upon his shaft, lurid hisses emanating from the eyeless female as she rode him. Her motions were fluid, graceful even, her back undulating hypnotically, and her breasts jiggling in a mesmerising manner.

She twisted her hips from side to side, once again forcing his cock to stir about in her pussy, but she was careful, aware of his length; every time it threatened to slip out of her womanhood, she would correct immediately or push back down, ensuring he felt the most amount of stimulation across the entirety of his manhood. Sweat beaded on his forehead, which she promptly lapped off his head with a lusty draw of her long tongue, the loud slapping of their currently moderately paced sex emanating throughout the enclosed space of the container.

The janitor could barely think at this point; she was riding him so vigorously, and his moderately unfit physique had left him exhausted already, partly a result of his desperate flight earlier, and she wasn't giving him any opportunity to rest. This girl was voracious, hungry for sex and hungry for his seed. He wondered if he could knock her up, since pulling out wasn't going to be an option at this rate. His shaft throbbed at the thought, some of his baser instincts finding the prospect tantalising.

He tried to banish them, but it was hard when she started picking up the pace, practically pounding down against his crotch. She would change her technique every now and then, such as forcing herself all the way down his mast so she could vigorously roll her hips against his member and making it stir up her innards. His head was tucked downwards, tensing up his body simply trying to hold out, subjected to her relentless fucking wearing him down faster than he could comprehend.

All the while, her flesh continued to ripple and churn, practically sucking on his cock and tugging upon it whenever his shaft slid about in her depths. His fingers and toes curled and twitched, Xander unable to muster enough strength to even lift his arms to stop this infernal alien or even embrace her, explore her oddly seductive body.

She picked up the pace now, and that was the end for him; a loud, strained cry loosed from his mouth as another climax crashed over his body, a potent, lust-fuelled shiver racing up his spine as he released more ropes of thick seed into the alien girl's pussy, though any further moans or exclamations would be silenced, one of her hands snaking around the back of his head to force his lips to hers, her tongue shooting down into his throat with an almost aggressive energy.

It made him choke at first, though as he released into the alien's depths, he couldn't help but admitting such a kiss excited him, especially with how it tried to encircle his own tongue, its muscle withdrawing from his throat to tease around his mouth, coiling about his tongue with a lustful dominance, slowly grinding her hips to his shaft and milking him for every drop he had to offer. In the end though, his ejaculation came to an end, feeling some excess dribble down his testicles. He slumped against the metal sides of the container, panting once she broke the kiss, a half foot of her tongue trailing from his mouth as he went limp beneath her.

"Good god..." he managed, breathless and exhausted from such a thorough fucking. He looked at her, and ruminated on how thankful he was that her mouth didn't seem filled with his own cum with that kiss.

He groaned beneath her, mumbling incoherently after his first holy utterance, before mustering some mental acuity to respond.

"I'm... wow..." he said, not really sure if talking to the monstrous, sexy alien was going to do much. However, before he could speak anymore, he felt her rising off his shaft with a lewd, slick sound, causing him to groan since she was still squeezing rather tightly around his cock. But this was not her ending their little sensation. Instead, she shifted forward, and he felt his tip prod up against her sphincter, the alien grinning deviously.

Xander's eyes widened in shock, before giving her a pleading look.

"C'mon, you can't seriously expect me to go on... I can'taaaahh..." he moaned, distorting his sentence as she began to force his thoroughly lubricated penis into her ass. Her pussy had been incredibly tight, but her ass, though lacking the same measure of texture variation and muscle control, made up for it by being so much tighter, practically crushing his cock, yet he slid in rather smoothly thanks to odd secretions from the walls of her anus that tingled the skin of his length pleasantly.

This time though, there was no slow build up or pretence to her efforts; immediately, she began rising and falling, a bit slower than she was when she first rode him with her pussy, but her tightness rubbed and squeezed him in all the most stimulating ways, and she was quickly picking up speed. Xander went limp beneath her, unable to keep up with her, feeling like she was sucking the life out of him through her ass.

"S-Stop... let me... rest... fuck!" he pleaded, not sure if he'd be able to bring himself to another climax with how tired he felt. But his cock was as hard as ever, and it wasn't going down any time soon, not if she had anything to say about it. Like when she was riding his length just before, she would change the technique, sometimes twisting around in a circular fashion, gyrating her hips, at other times rolling backwards and forwards upon his crotch, making sure no single sensation grew stale.

After two orgasms, he was intensely sensitive, but quite thoroughly drained; it would take a bit more effort to bring another ejaculation from him. But she knew that, and she had measures to ensure he did. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing energetically as she reached around with one hand, all so she could begin massaging his testicles from behind. A powerful shudder raced up Xander's spine once more, this sensuous massage spurring him closer to yet another climax.

"G-God... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." he warned, so delirious with pleasure, exhaustion and overstimulation that he was having a hard time stringing anything coherent together, thoughts, words or otherwise. The alien seemed to be enjoying herself, bouncing up and down upon his cock or grinding about in an effort to pleasure him to submission, her tongue lolling out and gently flapping against her chest between her mounds, hissing in ecstasy. He could feel that pressure beginning to build and ready to blow, thanks to the sensuous massage to his testicles.

Inevitably, he orgasmed, crying out harshly with multiple upwards bucks, each accompanied by a spurt of cum into her anus, weaker than his previous orgasms after so much exhaustion. But this time, it seemed she came to her own climax, screeching out inhumanly, enough to hurt Xander's ears in the enclosed space. He felt juices splash out against his crotch, her backwards leaning angle meaning some sprayed against his gut, the alien clenching her ass almost painfully around his cock and shuddering atop of him.

After both of them endured a most euphoric climax, the alien slumped atop of Xander and panted from the afterglow. Xander's own breathing was rapid and heavy, verging on hyperventilating with how exhausted he was. He was so tired, he couldn't possibly continue now. He even felt himself beginning to grow soft in the alien's tight anus. But he was shocked, fearful even, with how quickly she recovered, her breathing normalising and her shivers abating.

She propped herself up above him, his shaft still buried in her rear, and smirked, leaning in close to run her tongue slowly up his face, drawing a shuddering sigh from the janitor. She made a chuckling sort of sound, inhuman but full of mirth, gently gyrating her hips from side to side, prompting groans from Xander's mouth.

"Please... I can't... go... I can't keep up anymore..." he pleaded, worried that she was going to literally fuck him to death. Maybe that's what they were all doing to the poor colonists they caught.

But instead of continuing, and riding him until he expired, she instead leaned down and draped her arms over his shoulders, one hand grasping at the back of his head and pulling him gently into her cleavage, her bust soft and pliant. She crooned out softly, and went limp atop of him, going still save for a gentle, calm breathing, slowly stroking the back of his head. Xander realised that, finally, she was giving him respite, but most astonishingly to him, she was snuggling with him, simply enjoying the afterglow and the intimacy with her chosen mate.

And in his exhaustion, and lurid intoxication from the sheer stimulation he felt, Xander couldn't help but enjoy the closeness himself. He was tired, not enough to perhaps sleep, but he closed his eyes and breathed out in a relaxed manner... mustering some last reserves of energy so that he could drape his own arms around the alien girl, holding her close, before simply resting, a faint smile forming on his lips.