Chapter 5 #2
“Yes…ma’am…” I pull my tank top over my head, my body vibrating with possibility.
Transitioning has done wonders for my body image, but I still have massive anxiety when I’m with a new partner.
Usually, it’s been with other trans women, which has filled me with less fear, but with people who aren’t trans, it’s always a little fearful.
They can be mentally prepared all they want, but they still almost all have a hard time adjusting to how I look.
I mean, hell, when I was with my first trans partner, I had a weird surge of anxiety and panic when I saw her girldick the first time.
Even though I knew what to expect, the clashing signals between seeing things I identified as femme mixed with one thing that I, at that time, didn’t really see as femme at all, threw me into a small spiral.
I recovered quickly, though, and she was… damn…amazing.
“Lucy?” Xyzo says.
“Yeah?”
“I think you were…undressing for me, so we could have sex?” Xyzo raises her brow ridges.
“Right, totally…” I slip my hands behind my back and unhook my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders. Getting used to the strain and slight discomfort of a bra was a hell of a thing to discover as an adult, but now I knew why other women expressed such relief of getting out of them.
I unbutton my jeans, doing my best to not cover my chest, since I can tell Xyzo enjoys the sight of my tits. I might not be busty in any sense of the word, but I’d worked up to healthy C cups that I’m now very proud of.
Sliding the jeans and my panties off, I’m now standing naked in front of Xyzo. I put my hands behind my back, clasping them, proud to show myself off to her. The way she looks at me, a look of near intoxication as she does so, makes me feel beyond incredible.
“You’re not…hard…” she says, looking at my waist.
“Don’t take that as any indication of how turned on I am.” I say, rubbing my thumb over the head of my girldick. “It just takes time. It’ll get there.”
“Alright, just making sure. I want you to have as much fun as I’m having.
” Xyzo says with a grin. She slinks her tentacles under the hem of her sweatshirt and pulls up, taking it off and revealing more of herself.
Even though Xyzo was naked the first time I saw her, this context makes things entirely different.
There’s a pearly shimmer to her skin that reflects in the light perfectly, causing that small problem I had with being hard to start resolving itself pretty quickly.
Xyzo pulls her sweatpants off with a smooth motion, and now, suddenly, both of us are naked in front of each other for the first time.
“So now, subby girl, I think we’re going to do this exactly how I want it, sound good?”
I have to avoid literally passing out from just how fucking hot this is. “Yes…yes…mmm hmm.” I manage.
“I don’t know what you’re waiting for.” She strokes my forearm with a tentacle. “You should already be getting a towel for us.”
I bite the insides of my cheeks to try to not overflow with glee, even though this is something I have every reason to be gleeful about…I guess maybe I don’t want to appear cringey, if aliens have a concept of cringe.
“Would you like us to do this on the bed?” Xyzo sweeps her tentacles toward the corner of the room. The blankets look a little scratchy and likely won’t be too comfortable, but…fuck, who am I kidding, it’ll feel like heaven.
“Probably.” I say with a grin. I walk over to the bed and crawl onto it, flopping down, my nerves still rattling. I’m so exposed.
Xyzo slides into the bed next to me. She grabs at the backpack from the other side of the room, drawing it closer to us, and pulls out another fruit punch. She whips a tentacle around and opens the bottle, setting the cap on the bedside table.
It’s amazing to see Xyzo use her tentacles with such little effort, despite the complex movement.
She puts the bottle to her lips and takes a long drink, and I can’t help but think of what her mouth feels like on my body.
Kissing was one thing, but this is going to a new level really quickly.
But, I guess I’ve learned to adapt to new kinds of intimacy before, what’s another weird swerve when it comes to this stuff?
“So, how…does this all work?” I say.
“How does what work?” She wipes her bottom lip with a tentacle.
“Us having sex.”
Xyzo takes another drink and drains the bottle before guiding it over to the bedside trashcan with a long, slick tentacle that shines a little in the shitty hotel lighting…I can’t help but think of what that tentacle might feel like if she were to use it in…that way…
“I don’t have genitals that you can stimulate or even really comprehend.
Sex for my species is more of a…merging thing instead of a penetrative one.
” Xyzo slides a tentacle down my knee and wraps it in a slow spiral down my calf.
“Humans actually have a shockingly primitive form of breeding, even compared to other planets like this. You guys are falling behind.”
“Sorry, I guess?” I shrug.
“Not your fault this place is a very, very backwoods planet. Anyway, sex, you and me.” Xyzo turns toward me, another tentacle joining the first to stroke along my leg.
Any issues I had with my girldick showing up late to the party were now a long forgotten memory, and I feel myself twitch with every movement of Xyzo against my body.
“I can feel a lot through these tentacles, to the point of what you’d probably call an orgasm.
” A tendril inches across my hips, the grey skin sliding against my paleness.
“So, lucky you, I get off just by touching you.”
“That sounds…” My brain disconnects for a moment as I watch Xyzo spiral the thin appendage around the base of my girldick, the feeling tight and strangely familiar, if a little colder than other things that have been there. “Amazing…”
“Yeah, it seems like you find it pretty amazing…” Xyzo kisses at my chest and moves to the side of my breasts, avoiding my nipples for now. “You taste good, Lucy…”
Xyzo’s tentacle fully encases my girldick, the grey skin turning orange as it slithers around me. I look at Xyzo, my eyes half-lidded, and I try to keep my breath. “F…fuck…thank you…I…try to…”
“You’re losing your words, baby…” Xyzo nips at my chin, pressing herself against me.
“Can—you…blame…me…” I say, my mind swirling.
“Not at all.” She sighs to herself.
I watch Xyzo pump my girldick in the tentacle, the feeling tight and powerful, almost like a toy. It’s hypnotizing to see, and familiar-feeling despite how foreign it should be since it’s, you know, an alien jerking me off.
“You’re so warm too…” Xyzo returns to kissing my chest, this time giving my nipples some much-needed attention.
When I went on HRT, I was amazed at how sensitive my nipples got, basically right away. Where before I’d felt basically nothing when someone touched my nipples, now I felt like I could almost cum just from them being stimulated.
“Fffkkffmm…” I strain, my mind unable to keep up any kind of normalcy or concept of language as I feel more and more intense sensations from Xyzo. I reach out and pull her head toward my chest, and I’m delighted when she accepts the pressure, picking up her speed in sucking my tits.
I don’t know how many times Xyzo has done this with a human, but she is good at it.
And the best part of it is that she’s perfectly fine with me sitting back and taking it, it seems. I’ve always been a bit of a pillow princess, and have gotten my fair share of complaints for being so, but the deep interest in Xyzo’s eyes, the way she looks at me receiving pleasure from her, it’s clear she isn’t planning on complaining any time soon that I’m the focus of all of this.
She pulls back from my tits and gazes up at me. “Is that good, my good girl?” She says with a sleepy edge.
The words make my brain fuzzy. Calling trans girls ‘good girl’ is basically kryptonite for most of us.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise that a whole lot of women who spent formative years of their lives with bad self-image and doubts about what they were doing in life would end up with praise kinks.
Combine that with the quick and easy affirmation of it…
not only are you saying I’m a girl, but I’m being a good one also?
We have no defense against it, we become a puddle… sometimes literally.
“I…mmm…yes, I…really like it.” I say.
“Now,” Xyzo sits up and pushes herself up from the bed, her tentacles making the motion smooth and not the awkward hobbling most people do when trying to move on a soft mattress. “We can…go further, but, a lot of people find it too weird, so I underst—“
I snap out of my blissful haze “—Xyzo if you’re asking if you can fuck my ass with your tentacles, I promise you I would be very much into that.
” I grin. Even if I’m a passive pillow princess, I also know what I want, and I will always be my own most fierce advocate.
At least when it comes to things I’d like to get fucked by.
“Oh, you’re an eager girl…” Xyzo strokes a tentacle up my leg, starting on my shin and inching up, each bit of progress getting it closer to the tops of my unbelievably sensitive thighs.
“I am…that…” I say.
She moves down the bed and straddles me, tentacles going in every direction, writhing across my body.
“Oh, I have an idea…”
“You can do whatever you want at this point, Xyzo, I’m yours.” I coo.
“Well…” She moves a tentacle along my thigh and slides it up the length of my girldick, putting the tip of it even with the tip of mine. “If my research is correct, I think…” she sweeps another tentacle across my body, a thicker one, and wraps it around me, “this is called…frotting?”