Chapter 3 – Minnie #3
“Have I been frightened yet?”
He had to admit that no, I had yet to be frightened by any part of his alien physiology, including his strange tentacle-like tongue or the tail that swung powerfully behind him.
His eyes met mine and for a moment, his gaze was too intense for me to look at.
He was nothing like human males upon a casual encounter.
If I had to believe his intense stare, I would almost think he cared for me, even if we were strangers.
He was possessive and dominant but gentle and respectful too…
“I will remove your dress and show you…”
As he kissed my neck, he peeled my grey wool dress away from my arms and shoulders.
I closed my eyes, falling into the perfect sensation of his lips and exploratory tongue and then he had me in his underwear, pressed up against the walls of the lab.
My underwear was soaked. No part of my arousal got past him.
“You are…exquisite,” he murmured, “Much easier to arouse than any female…”
“I s’pose that’s a compliment?” I murmured, losing myself in euphoria from his touch.
“Of course it is, Minerva. I enjoy it…”
I clung to his shoulders as he reached around to unhook my bra, exposing my breasts to the chilly lab.
My nipples stood hard at attention as Vidar stared at me, his hardness rising in his hospital gown.
I couldn’t help but stare down, even if I could only see the rising bulge through the fabric.
While I stared at his rising package, my breasts completely captured Vidar’s attention.
“These are soft,” he whispered, “And protruding so large!”
“Thanks…”
I was blushing again, but by now, I was getting used to the idea that having sex with an alien couldn’t be anything except awkward.
He was supposed to be my captive, my experiment, yet in a few short minutes he’d flipped the script and had me pressed against the wall.
A part of me couldn’t help but wonder if that was intentional too.
“You’re very attractive,” he whispered, “And those breasts are so large and soft…”
He bent his head to my breast and stuck his tongue out.
I gasped as I realized the same tongue he’d kissed me with was about ten inches long and he could wrap his magenta alien tongue around my breasts and lick and suck nearly every inch, focusing his suction cups on my rock hard nipples as he held me pressed up against the wall, entirely at his mercy.
He massaged one of my breasts with his hands as his tongue titillated my flesh and sent surges of pleasure shooting out from my nipples through my chest and down my spine. I let out a moan, unconsciously loud. I clamped my hands over my mouth as soon as the loud moan escaped. Vidar chuckled.
“A loud species. I like the notion of it. Do you get any louder?”
“S-sometimes… If I’m aroused enough,” I whimpered.
I was already having a hard enough time holding back another moan as his tongue continued to flick around my nipples and suck on the tiny raised bumps around my dark brown areolae.
I moaned again and Vidar visibly enjoyed it.
The bulge between his thighs protruded further through his gown, larger than any man’s bulge that I’d ever seen.
Well, I thought, perhaps the men I’d been with hadn’t been particularly well endowed.
I could see that Vidar didn’t have issues with endowment if the size of his bulge were any indication.
His eyes trained on mine and he smirked.
“My ocular implant tells me your arousal has reached its peak. I detect your desires right beneath the surface, even if you do not ask out right…”
He kissed my neck again.
“I suppose it isn’t typical for your kind to be direct?”
I whimpered as he slid his hands up my thighs and between my milky thighs and puffy pink pussy lips. I closed my eyes and bucked my hips up to meet his exploratory hands.
“You’re soaked,” he whispered, “That should make it easier.”
He stripped the hospital gown off what little parts of his body it still covered.
There was still a tiny white pair of underwear hugging his thighs and the enormous alien bulge between his strong, purple thighs.
If I wasn’t so aroused, I might have been ashamed at my eagerness to pry his cock from out of his briefs and stuff myself full with raging hard man meat.
When I pawed at the waistband of his boxers, Vidar took my hands and pinned them against the wall.
He pressed his bulge into my crotch, holding me against the wall with the force of his core and thighs.
He held me completely at his mercy as I whimpered and writhed in his grasp, my hips gyrating as my body pleaded with him to fulfill my filthy desires which only heightened with each passing moment.
He whispered into my ear, “I can hear them passing over head, completely unaware that I have their leading scientist pressed up against a wall. It’s enough to make a man burst…”
A man. How funny for him to use that word.
Sure, he was like a man in a few ways. He had a strong warrior’s body and an impressive height that definitively thrust him into the category of alpha male.
But his skin was still purple, his eyes still green, and his tongue still checkered with suction cups like the arm of an octopus.
“When you see what I’m working with, I don’t want you to be afraid,” he whispered, “I know you’ll like it…”
“I’m not afraid,” I murmured back, my thighs trembling as my pussy dripped, coating his boxer briefs with signs of my heightened lust.
“Good. Now I’ll set you on the table…”
Before I could respond, he hoisted me off the wall.
Forgetting myself, I squealed and dug my nails into his shoulders which were more sinewy and tough than a human male’s.
He set me down and his purple tail snaked out from behind him, a kraken’s fearsome tentacle that inspired curiosity from me rather than terror.
“I’m ready to take you… But I need you to agree first. I’ll ask you again… Do you trust me?”
“Y-yes,” I whimpered, “I trust you…”
At least I trusted him to pleasure me. If his tongue and my lubrication were any indication of what came next, I’d burst the moment he entered me.
I could hardly believe I was indulging in the naughtiest fantasy I’d ever kept a secret.
It was like I’d been waiting for him, suffering through one awkward encounter with a man after another until finding Vidar.
There was no awkwardness, just his control, his desires, his wants…
He was hypnotized by me, his attention focused on me entirely. He’d traveled across the galaxy and decided that I would become his. His hardness indicated the extent of his erotic obsession.
He swiftly removed the briefs over his thighs, struggling to pull them over his tail for a second, but succeeding fast enough.
As I lay on the same table where only moments before, Vidar had been our captive, I caught sight of his alien hardness for the first time.
Heat rushed to my cheeks and in a mixture of arousal and terror, I scrambled a few feet back on the table.
“I can see your fear,” he said in a slow, calm voice, the way a farmer would soothe a birthing cow, “But you have nothing to be afraid of. My organs are designed specifically for mammalian female pleasure.”
“Organs… You have… It’s not a penis!”
Vidar chuckled.
“Of course it is. Do all Terran females share your sense of humor?”
“It’s… It’s not funny!”
“What is it then. Tell me what you see.”
He was calm and patient with me, guiding me through the trepidation that coursed through me as I acknowledged what this creature truly was…
“Three purple and blue tentacles coming out your …your groin…”
“Yes. That’s correct.”
“When you said you evolved from ocean mammals…”
“Perhaps my tongue should have been a hint,” Vidar replied, sticking the magenta muscle out and hurriedly sliding it back in.
I was a scientist. Making educated guesses was the reason I’d been selected for this top secret research in the first place.
“Why do you need three of them?”
Vidar smirked.
“Wouldn’t it be more fun if you found out first hand?”
“Do we have time?”
“Do not worry about time.”
My decision had to be made in milliseconds. I hadn’t had sex in so long and here was this creature with a three pronged member promising me more pleasure than I could ever imagine with one man… or even two!
I might be a scientist with tight-laced modest clothing and a white lab coat but at the end of the day, I still need raw unfiltered pleasure.
I still need earth-shattering climaxes and trembling legs, and wet stickiness between my legs as I’m pounded until my top knot unravels and my skin stays flushed pink with orgasm.
Scientist or not, I need sex, like any animal, even an alien one like Vidar.
“Come, Vidar… Take me…” I breathed.
He didn’t need another invitation. He moved between my legs, slowly hiking them up so my thighs brushed against his hot torso.
His tail swished behind him as all three tapered purple tentacles with their indigo bases stood at semi-rigid attention.
The moved independently of each other as Vidar consciously controlled them.
First he stroked my thighs with his forceful purple hands. He touched me like he cared for me, caressing my flesh and taking in every sensation of my body as he held me.
“I must warn you,” he murmured, “Once you have a Polluxian mate, you’ll never go back.”
Even alien men have egos. Vidar’s confidence eased my nerves and I spread my legs wider as he approached my wetness more closely and slipped my underwear off. A tiny tuft of wispy black pubic hair covered my slick mons, soaked with the juices of my anticipation already.