Commissions,

[El Heffe]

If it's cool with everybody, I'm going to post some stories I had commissioned. These were done by Kuroshio.

Ben's Big Wedding Night

Three years had passed since the day Ben Tennyson had earned an engagement by combat. Three years in which he’d grown, becoming bigger, faster, and wiser. Whereas at first he was filled with trepidation, the idea of wedding the eight foot tall Tetramand warrior princess had come to intrigue and arouse him.

For her part, Looma, daughter of the warlord Gar had also been looking forward to this day, eager to finally wed the man who’d bested her in a hard-fought duel. As she saw it, the engagement battle between them was one thing, but defeating her in a lovefight… well, that would take a whole new set of talents that her young husband couldn’t possibly have cultivated on Earth.

Neither of them could wait for the wedding ceremony to end, given their plans, but tradition demanded a lively reception with both parties present. Still, Looma was able to make her intentions abundantly clear to Ben as they danced at the reception, wrapping her powerful arms around both his shoulders and waist, “Soon Ben Tennyson, you will know me as you have known no other,” ducking her head down to lick the side of his neck, “Whether you enjoy learning will be entirely up to you.”

Ben smiled and pressed his crotch against her, “You’re not the only teacher, Looma.”

The princess leaned back, smirking as she considered his words, “The classroom of love and war has only one, Ben Tennyson.”

With that, she gripped him tight, bear-hugging her husband before bodily lifting him overhead and shouting to the assembled guests, “And now, we shall spend our first night!”

The roar of the reception was nearly deafening, including Looma’s father shouting and pounding his glass on the table. Looma spun around to show off her strength, then bounded out of the reception hall and up the stairs of the hotel. She kicked the door to their suite open and threw Ben onto the bed, slamming the door shut with another kick and shedding her armor, approaching the bed slowly. Ben watched, licking his lips and pulling off his own clothes, getting down to his pants before Looma had closed the distance and leapt upon him. She was fully nude, her Tetramand form a solid mass of rippling muscle that pinned Ben to the bed.

Looma looked him over, studying his skin, the way his bones were set, his musculature. She licked her lips and slid her body higher along his torso, her pussy lips dragging across his breastbone. Her gaze was menacing, “What do you know of pleasing a princess, Ben Tennyson?”

She didn’t give him time to answer, grabbing a handful of his hair to hold him in place before planting her wet, plump sex against his mouth. Looma laid her considerable weight upon him, two of her arms holding his wrists above his head, one retaining a firm grip on his hair and the final arm pinching and tweaking her own nipples. “Use your tongue! Lick! Lick!”

Ben did as she ordered, opening his mouth and slipping his tongue inside her, curling it and searching for the erogenous zone he was sure was present. It took a few minutes, but he finally located one, his eyes settling into determined expression directed straight at Looma. At the same time he pressed his tongue against her spot and began flicking up and down.

She twitched at first, her mouth falling open as Ben pleasured her in a way she’d never experienced before. He was unwavering, quickly lashing her with his tongue to the point of crying out. Her juices ran from between his lips and cascaded down his face. Every so often, Ben would stop licking and take and long, deep slurp, sending Looma into another round of cries, refusing to let up, even when her pussy clamped down on his tongue and she sprayed directly onto his face and into his mouth. He kept tonguing, licking, sucking and spitting inside her as she climaxed, throwing back her head as her scream of pleasure piercing through the suite’s necessarily thick walls and sending Ben’s ears ringing.

Looma flopped down backwards, still face up with her pussy near Ben’s mouth. Smiling to himself, he let her orgasm subside and then tried to pull his head back, only to find her fingers tighten once again. Her head popped up, “Ben Tennyson, surely you do not think just one of those could satisfy your wife?”

Ben didn’t need her hand to force him. He went right back into her pussy, which was still pulsing and sensitive so soon after cumming, with a renewed oral assault. Looma began shuddering as he tongued her, faster and more deeply than before, her hands loosening their grip on his head and wrist to focus on kneading her breasts. The room filled with lewd slurping noises as the Tetramand princess came for the second time, going limp for a second before remembering who she was with.

Looma re-established her hold just in time to prevent Ben from sliding out from underneath and smiled, “Too slow, Ben Tennyson.”

She lowered herself and cautiously spun around, making sure her husband wasn’t preparing to reverse her. But Ben was still smiling, knowing that soon his chance would come. And Looma knew it.

He waited for the sight of his cock -- nine inches and as thick as a soda can -- to fill all four of the alien's eyes. For her part, Looma couldn't pretend to be unimpressed. Her new husband, human or not, was hung by any measure and the thought of his monster plowing inside her set her heart to pounding.

Unfortunately, time spent thinking about cock wasn't time spent paying attention to your opponent. Ben used the opportunity to subtly shift his weight under her, compensating for her extra pair of arms by placing himself in an ideal position and trapping her leg with his before using it as a lever. The Tetramand woman went sailing, flying onto her back a split second before her mate landed atop her, between her spread legs with a powerful hand wrapped around her neck for leverage, “Guess the upper hand is mine now, huh?"

Looma started in with something that could be called a blush on a human girl, but was altogether different for Ben's bride. Still, he recognized the expression for what it was: a mark of shame and submission mixed with lust. His smile grew broader and Ben began to slide his cock up and down her plump pussy lips, her wetness an even clearer sign of her arousal. But he wasn’t completely complacent and when Looma bucked under him like a mustang, he was ready, grabbing two of her wrists with one hand and squeezing her throat with the other.

It wasn’t enough to hurt the tall, muscular Tetramand, but it was enough to take some of the fight out of her and assert his dominance. The rest was up to his massive cock, finally catching her pussy at just the right angle and sinking into her warm, tight depths. Ben and Looma moaned together, their marriage consummated at last, her juices squirting out against his stomach. He withdrew, leaving only the head of his cock to stretch her, then looked her in the eyes, “I never give up,” and slammed himself to the hilt, causing two of Looma’s eyes to squeeze shut while the other two rolled back into her head.

Ben gritted his teeth and started pumping his thick cock. He pulled back so only the flared head remained inside, then drove forward until his dick kissed the entrance to her womb, leaving the princess dazed with ecstasy. Her eyelids fluttered as he set a powerful, but steady pace, matched only by the depth and intensity of his thrusts. Each one cut a path of pleasurable friction through Looma’s cunt and before long her mouth was opening, allowing the short screams and shrieks of wonderfully rough sex escape. Ben maintained his composure, gritting his teeth and grunting, putting his back into fucking his wife for the first time. The entire bed shook as he thoroughly dominated the larger warrior-princess.

Within Looma, little butterflies of climax began flying out from her core, spreading through every inch of her flesh, accelerated in their journey by the fierceness of her husband’s lovemaking. Her own pussy was thoroughly soaked, enough so that every entry expelled a small amount on his thighs and their bed sheets, creating a wet splatter that matched the thump of their bodies colliding. Her mouth hung open, tongue exposed to the bedroom suite’s air and Ben took advantage by wrapping his lips around it and sucking as he fucked her like a beast uncaged.

Her climax was came upon her like a tidal wave, rising and rising and rising before coming down in a rush of ecstasy that swept her away. All four of her eyes exploded open, her hands fought futilely against Ben’s and her body thrashed about under him as if she’d been set on-fire. Ben was merciless however; rather than slow down and leave her to orgasm, he instead ramped up his own tempo. His fat dick drilled into her, pounding her pussy into submissions as she splattered her juices all over the both of them, causing her to cum again and again.

The Tetramand princess was beside herself with wanton pleasure, nearly incoherent as she was fucked like a bitch in the street by her human husband, bucking and writhing and spasming under his strong body as she screamed. The orgasms wouldn’t halt until Ben stopped fucking and he’d shown no sign of stopping whatsoever. Instead, he’d doubled down on ravishing her, his hips a blur as he slammed himself harder, faster, deeper.

Looma worried she would go insane, in one of the brief flashes of lucidity she had before Ben’s cock rammed into her depths once more. Fortunately, Ben had his own limits and with a final roar into her ear, he began cumming, filling her seed past overflowing. Looma felt every thick rope of Ben’s load shoot inside her, setting off her own final orgasm as her pussy was painted with human sperm.

He slowly withdrew from his bride, a thick dollop of cum following after his dick as he rose to his knees, sweating and panting. He took his time looking her over, admiring her luscious, muscled body before stepping off the bed, “Well! That sure was fun. I’m gonna take a break and then we can go for round two.”

Looma Red Wind-Tennyson bolted upright, “A break? No, Ben Tennyson, you are ready now!”

She slipped off the bed and onto her knees, taking her husband’s half-hard cock into her mouth, a pair of hands holding his hips in place while the other two played with his nipples. Her mouth quickly wrapped around his girth and began sliding along his wet, creamy length, slurping and licking the head at the same time. It was a wet, noisy blowjob and causing Ben to throw his head back before letting loose a moan. Looma continued however, blowing him faster as her powerful hands dug into his skin and teased his nipples. Occasionally she would pull him deep, taking him all the way down, letting her throat muscles clench and squeeze as she intentionally gagged around him. Then she would slowly pull back, all four eyes on him as her lips formed vacuum seal around his cock. Ben could scarcely take it. Just as he felt the first stirrings of another orgasm, she stopped, wiping her mouth off and pushing him back onto the bed.

Her teeth were bared as she straddled him once again, her arms pinning him down as she placed her slick cunt over his revived erection and slid down quickly, groaning when she bottomed out, “Oh Ben, you will make me very happy…”

Ben reached up and pinched her nipples, treating them more roughly than before, pulling and twisting and yanking, as Looma started to ride him. It wasn’t long before the desert princess started bouncing, higher and higher with every stroke, a thick mixture of their juices serving as ample lubricant. Her cunt was just as active, squeezing down on Ben’s length and milking it as she rose, beckoning another hot load from his balls. Ben held himself back though, letting his wife dictate the pace.

For the Tetramand on top, it was pure bliss, Ben’s big dick filling places inside her she hadn’t known existed before today. Her tongue hung from her mouth, her nipples were as hard as bullets due to Ben’s rough treatment and she could feel another intense climax building within her. Underneath, her husband struggled to hold his orgasm at bay, wanting to see his wife cum without moving his hips. He thought of anything unsexy that came to mind, focusing on maintaining his equilibrium long enough for Looma to wash them both in the wetness of her ecstasy.

Unfortunately, Looma wanted the same thing, restraining her rising lusts in order to feel another hot, thick load of Ben’s children splashing against her womb. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and leaned forward to bounce her hips faster and faster, riding his cock like a piston engine. Both were grunting and sweating and gritting their teeth, wanting – needing – to feel the other’s release.

“Cum, Ben Tennyson! Cum for your wife!”

“You first!”

Ben started bucking his hips upward at the same time Looma re-doubled her efforts, effectively quadrupling the speed and intensity of their fucking. It wouldn’t have come to shock to either that the bed collapsed under the strain, a pair of valiant warriors giving each other their all being too much for the wooden frame. As it crashed to the floor, the lovers rolled, putting Ben on top. He didn’t even break stride, picking right up where Looma’s hips had left of. At least until she re-asserted her dominance by again rolling him over, taking back up the responsibility for riding his fat dick.

That triggered the competitive streak in them both and their heads crashed together as they began reversing each other. They were fucking, grabbing, kissing, licking, biting, scratching, rolling, thrusting, moaning and sucking, their bodies in a tight tangle that bounced all over the room in a most barbaric fashion. Neither of the two wanted to back down from the other and so together they brought themselves to a point far beyond what a normal orgasm would ever be.

It was as if someone had mixed sex with dueling and both threw their bodies towards the goal of winning. There was no telling who broke first, only that there was a particularly deep, powerful dive inside Looma’s cunt, her muscles clenching the cock tight at the same it grew thicker with an impeding load. They cried out as one, the sound shaking the walls of the trashed honeymoon suite.

The next morning, Ben awoke to find himself tangled up in Looma’s limbs, still on the floor where they’d been deposited after breaking the bed with their rough lovemaking. He looked down and smiled at his still sleeping wife, any residual fatigue draining away as his head filled with a wicked thought. Looking around the room, he saw plenty of materials to spare and smiled to himself, “Looma’s in for one helluva wake up…”

A few minutes later the newly-wed princess awoke to find herself tied down to the mattress, facedown with arms and legs spread, “Wh-what is the meaning of this?”


Ben kept smiling and did it again.

With the four eyes of his wife staring at him crossly, Ben replaced the cap on the bottle and set it aside. Kneeling atop her spread-eagle form, he reached out and began massaging the liquid into her skin with large, strong hands, starting from her shoulders and working his way down. He took his time, thoroughly kneading out the knots and tightness before continuing lower.

“Does that feel good Looma?”

She was reluctant to answer, her voice sounding as if she was drifting back off to sleep, “It feels… wonderful, Ben Tennyson…”

Ben kept going, working his way down her side and to the small of her back, where the muscles were particularly tense. It took time, effort and a bit of exertion on his part, but before long Looma was purring like a cat. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Lower?”

“Mmm… yes…”

His fingers dug into her round, plump ass, massaging it sensually compared to before and spending a long few minutes merely rolling her flesh back and forth, up and down. She felt like she was floating, in spite of her restraints and wondered how she’d never had this done before. Of course, Ben had his own motivations, which weren’t entirely pure.

Grabbing her cheeks with both hands and spreading her wide, he then spit onto her tight, unclaimed hole before using a thumb to massage it as well. But he’d done such a good job on her, the Tetramand princess was hardly aware of what was happening before it did. Ben pushed the crown of his cock against her slightly gaping pucker and finally claimed the last bit of her in a single stroke. Looma cried out, more in surprise than pain and unintentionally tightened up around his girth, squeezing his cock like a vice grip.

The feeling was indescribable and neither one regretted it as Ben shoved himself balls deep and unloaded on account of her unnatural tightness and warmth. His cock was so big that Looma’s clit was massaged from the back and she screamed as well, pulling at her restraints as her husband milked the last of his seed into her with a half dozen short, powerful strokes before flopping over and falling back asleep.

Looma allowed herself a few minutes to recover before working the restraints from around her wrists and ankles, then sat up and stared at her husband. There was so much to be done, she decided, coiling the ropes up for her own use later

[El Heffe]

Froggystyle

Empress Attea had her flight suit pulled down to her knees as she raised her ass higher, pushing back recklessly hard against the encroaching thrusts that split her gushy-wet pussy wide apart, “Oh yes, Bullfrag, you can keep going harder if you want... I love the way your cock feels inside me... mmmm it's so... delicious!”

The little green empress' goggles had fallen off her head and were swaying below her face as she cried out in sexual heat and passion, scarf still affixed around her neck as sweat poring off her humanoid but still frog-like form. Behind her, Bullfrag was casually working his stiff six inch cock in and out of her petite frame, letting her feel every inch as it glided inside like a well-oiled machine. She'd had her eyes on the huge green hunk of a man for a long time and after the liberation of Earth, they'd regularly hooked up for sex. Of course, she wouldn't have anything to do with Ben outside of his Bullfrag form and took every opportunity to let him know just that much.

“God, you're so hot... and cold-blooded... I love the way you – mmmph! – just get inside me... and go on and on...” she groaned out the words slowly, digging her hands into the sheets below for support as her pussy was put to work like it was being paid double overtime. It was like being skewered for the diminutive empress, daughter of Emperor Milleous and general of the Incursean armies, just the sorto f treatment she'd never find among any of the men of her species. Unlike them, Bullfrag's strength and cool persona knew no empress, allowing him to ravage her like she'd always dreamed, her pussy pouring wetness along the half-foot long shaft and down his fat balls that slapped her clit hard.

It was the other end of things that presented the problem: Bullfrag wasn't just Bullfrag. Inside, he was Ben Tennyson and while their regular trysts were a source of much needed relief and pleasure from his usual life of being Earth's savior, it annoyed him that Attea was only interested in Bullfrag. He'd brought it up a few times before, but she'd always put a finger to his lips or taken her long tongue to his cheek in a sorta-kiss to get him to stop talking and get to the good part.

Which, all told, was really good. Attea didn't just throw herself back on his cock with the sort of desperate hunger Ben didn't even know could exist in a girl, but she knew tricks to do with her tongue that left him breathless every time. That helped when it came to swallowing his pride and adopting only Bullfrag form for their discreet activities, knowing that he would get load after load coaxed out of his balls until they both collapsed in an exhausted, sweaty mass of green flesh. For all her talk of being naturally cold-blooded, Attea was one of the most passionate girls in the galaxy and let him know it by lowering her head and flicking out to her long tongue to lap at Bullfrag's nuts while pushing back onto his length. She was insatiable and perverse and free-spirited, which translated to her not caring one whit at tasting her own pussy juice while licking his nuts, moaning softly at the taste of sex on her tongue before pulling it back into her head and swallowing loudly.

Bullfrag could practically feel his cum bubbling up from within his sac and reached down to fishhook her lips, holding her in place as he added the full weight and bulk of his enhanced form to each shove inside her sopping wet fuckhole. The shriek that escaped Attea's mouth could've been considered something like a plea or a sound of submission, but he knew better. She was begging for more, telling him to stop holding back and go right ahead and slam every inch he had inside her like it was the end of days. His weight went down on her body, tiny in comparison to his, and flattened her out on the bed, her hands clenching the sheets tighter and tighter as his thrusts came faster and faster.

Before long there was a rapid-fire clap of flesh-meeting-flesh and Bullfrag pulled back especially hard on Attea's head, stretching out her amphibian facials features just before he bellowed loudly and planted himself as deep as his six inches allowed. Bullfrag couldn't quite bottom out inside Attea's cunt, but he came close enough for her and she screamed in ecstasy to match his own cry, her pussy twitching along the thick shaft as it swelled with cum before basting her insides with hot, thick, creamy sperm. Unlike most, his ropes of steamy nut were consistently powerful, blasting against the empress' cervix and either spilling into her greedy womb or ricocheting around what little room there was within her stuffed cunt. Again and again he blew his load of warm cum into her, leaving the short Incursean girl quivering with delight and a hazy post-orgasmic glow.

He finally let go of her head and allowed her face to flop forward into the sheets as his balls emptied the last few drops of semen into her pussy, pulling his shrinking cock back a bet in her creampied fuckhole, “Whoa Attea, that was...”

“Amazing,” she spoke, finishing his sentence for him with a dreamy, distant tone, “Absolutely amazing...”

“Yeah... amazing is a good way of putting it.” Bullfrag finally cleared out of her, leaving behind a gaping, cream-filled snatch in his wake and transforming back into his normal human form. “But you know what would be even more amazing?”

Suddenly, Attea flipped over onto her back and sat up on her elbows. “Yeah, I do know what would be amazing,” she said testily, staring at Ben Tennyson with narrowed eyes, “If you'd never change from Bullfrag in my presence EVER AGAIN!”

“Oh come on! I'm still the same person!”

“You definitely are not the same person, at all,” the Incursean Empress started, “Bullfrag is tall and muscular with a deep, sexy voice and skin that's cool to the touch, while Ben is... is... just some human kid.”

“Attea, you wouldn't know the first thing about me!”

“You really think so, Ben Tennyson?”

“You couldn't handle me in human form, not even for a minute!”

“Try me!”

And just like that, Ben was stripping out of his t-shirt and pants, leaving his flaccid cock dangling between his legs. Unlike Bullfrag form, it was long enough even when limp to nearly reach his knees and didn't actually rise with his arousal. No, it was much too heavy for that, instead growing slightly longer and a lot thicker while Attea watched in surprise. She'd never imagined a six inch cock on Bullfrag would translate to anything more than three or four inches on Ben, let alone to his human form being half-again more hung. No, that much was a shock to the short green frog-girl and she found herself scooting into one corner of the bed, back against the wall, in something like fear.

Ben smiled at her, his boyish frame outlandishly disproportional to his man-sized dick, the flared head swelling with desire as he took in her naked body. Attea's mouth opened to say something but Ben didn't care what it was, stepping up onto the bed and standing over her close enough to her mouth that she could feel the heat of his warm-blooded cock on her lips. She ran her long tongue across them and exhaled slowly as she looked up into the young boy's eyes.

He was still smiling when he told her, “Suck.”

“But... it's so big...”

“Yep.”

“...and warm.”

“Sure is.”

“And the balls are hairy.”

“Has its uses.”

She closed her eyes and pushed her lips against the shaft, kissing his thickness before working her tongue out and over the head, slurping up precum and letting it coat her taste buds for a generous sample of his taste. To her surprise, it was even better than his Bullfrag form and she quickly began running her long tongue all over while kissing and sucking on the shaft like a lollipop. At the same time, Ben reached down to run his hand over her hair and stroke the base of his cock, building up a fresh, hot load for her.

While Bullfrag's money shot had felt warm, the cum churning up in his balls while Attea worked his pole was more like molten in comparison, thick and burning hot, made to stick to a girl's insides like cummy glue. Attea had no idea, even as his previous load dripped out of her already well-fucked pussy, of just how thick the boy's load could get. The runny precum she was so intent on sucking up gave her the false impression that it was merely warm and clear, pumping in soft beads onto her tongue before she slurped it up into her mouth. Rather than swallow immediately, the empress let her sample build a bit, savoring the flavor for a while before sending it down her throat with a loud gulp.

Ben smiled at that and pulled his cock back, putting the head against her lips and shoving himself inside, testing her gag reflex with his additional human length. While she'd been eager enough with Bullfrag, taking on the dick of Ben Tennyson was another kettle of fish entirely and the short green Incursean struggled just with the girth of it, being forced to stretch her lips out wide to create enough space for him. And the slide to the back of her throat after wasn't any easier, making her big eyes water as she committed to sucking down the big, warm dick and the set of hairy balls that moved closer to her chin with every attempt. Breathing was a decidedly secondary concern for the empress and her face darkened in equal parts exertion and asphyxiation, her mouth being forced to choose between taking in air or pleasing Ben.

She chose to please Ben. Her lips took in five of his inches before her gag reflex stopped her from any more. Then he grabbed her head with both hands and shoved himself another inch or two inside, her mouth gurgling around the impressively thick boymeat that tested her limits. Just the warmth of it made her eyes roll back into her head, drooling all over the place as Ben pulled back until nothing but the crown was between her lips. Then he pushed forward once again and made his own way, moving in and out in a slow, measured way that left her riding the edge of excitement.

He coached her along the way, “That's it Attea, just breath natural... let your mouth find its own rhythm and just go with it... ah yeah... that's a good girl... don't worry about sucking, just let your lips and your tongue do all the work...”

As the boy directed her, he controlled her head in dominant fashion, forcing her to move in a very particular way. Her hands, lacking any other work, reached up to her nipples and started tweaking the sensitive little nubs, losing herself to the sensation of being... used. Taken. Owned. It was intoxicating and erotic all at once and Attea had never felt such a feeling before in her life. Not even with Bullfrag.

That much surprised the heck out of her and she let the feeling wash over her like a wave, her mouth filling with precum and drool that spilled out of her lips and down her face. Before she even realized it, all nine of Ben's inches were in her mouth, his hairy balls smacking her chin and warming her skin just by being pressed again it. She moaned around his cock and felt his glans down her throat, making a visible bulge in her neck and forcing her jaw wide open to handle the boy's thickness. As she glanced to her side into a mirror, Attea realized exactly how much of a whore she looked like on knees with Ben Tennyson's fuckpole crammed into her mouth.

“Good girl, Attea.”

When he pushed her head back and withdrew entirely from her mouth., a single drippy stream of precum landed all along her tongue and Attea whimpered at the taste of the runny, clear liquid. She wondered for a second if maybe it was addictive but quickly decided she didn't even care if it was. All she knew was that she needed more and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Aren't you going to cum in my mouth?”

“Nope!”

“What? Why not?” Her pleading was becoming more obvious and desperate by the second, “Haven't I done a good job? You even said so yourself.”

“Yeah, it was pretty good, but I'm looking for something else.”

Attea shrank inside, “Something else?” Suddenly she was afraid that meant, “someone else” instead and struggled to hold her emotions back, “What do you mean?”

The boy Ben Tennyson used his grip on her head to push her onto her back and lift both of her legs up as he finished peeling her flight suit off her legs, wearing a wicked grin on his face as he looked down on her creampied pussy. Attea followed his eyes and groaned, just imagining how much wear and tear he could put between her slit with the fuckpole he was wielding, spreading herself wide in anticipation of his overly-generous girth stretching her even more than Bullfrag's had.

“Please...” the empress whimpered.

“With pleasure,” the boy replied, sinking the fat head of his cock between her creamy lips and dropping inch after inch into her fucktunnel. She'd thought Bullfrag was the ultimate in dick-pounding. She was wrong, so very wrong, and knew just how wrong she was as Ben's pecker stretched her like crazy. Even two or three inches made her feel like a virgin again, her pussy straining against it's limits as the human boy's girth pushed against her in places she didn't even know existed. Attea's eyes rolled back into her head and her long, froggy tongue fell out of her mouth, lolling around idly as she was overcome with bliss.

Ben Tennyson, not Bullfrag, was the ultimate in pleasure and she wondered how she'd been so silly as to consider the exterior before examining the interior. Four inches in and that train of thought was derailed, her pussy clenching tight and her lithe green body jerking excitedly as a deep, satisfying orgasm racked her from inside out. It was like having a seizure, but made from erotic bliss and Attea couldn't even moan it felt so incredible. Ben took her right to the event horizon of orgasms, her brain scrambled by wave after wave of lewd thoughts that coursed throughout her climax. She didn't even realize she was still pinching her nipples until she felt the touch turn to pain and let go just in time to feel Ben shove himself deeper, triggering another orgasm right after her first subsided.

Attea's eyes went extra-wide and her voice caught in her throat, allowing him to keep thrusting, working his incredibly over-sized boymeat in and out of her like a pair of lumberjacks going at it with a seesaw. In and out, out and in, again and again. The empress' hands went to his chest, begging him for relief, to slowdown just a bit, allow her to regain control of her body, but Ben was having none of it and simply smacked them away before grabbing her breasts hard, manhandling her tits while his hips slammed deeper and deeper. Her pussy was nothing but a sloppy, goopy, climaxing mess and Attea started screaming in inadvertent delight, her cunt taking on a mind of its own as it seized upon Ben's dick. She could no more control her pussy than she could control her heartbeat, her body rebelling against any resistance to the pleasure Ben provided.

And the worst part of it all was that he knew what effect he was having on her, knew he was making her go crazy by climaxing so hard and so often. The lines between different orgasms blurred, overlapping each other in both time and space, her body being shared by different climaxes and her pussy responding to each one by squeezing along the boy's cock. It was like being pulled in a half-dozen or more different directions and Empress Attea found she could only keep herself lucid by stepping away mentally and simply letting it happen.

All of it.

The pussy-pounding, the breast fondling, the heat. It all mixed together within her, her body bucking and writhing in the throes of the greatest sexual pleasure she'd ever experienced, far beyond what the Incursean had imagined even in her lewdest fantasies. The green-skinned empress was nothing more than a vassal, a cocksleeve, a cum receptacle for the heroic young boy; she was sure of it in a way that she was sure of so little else in her life that it became more like part of her identity.

Back and forth her body slid across the bed, pushed forward by Ben's fucking one second, pulled back down onto his cock by his hands in another second. Her head bounced and rolled from side to side, her eyes glassy and unfocused, her brain completely empty of coherent thoughts. There was only the pleasure, the pleasure of being fucked by Ben Tennyson in his human form, the pleasure of nine inches of cock banging against the back of her pussy every time he slammed into her, the pleasure of her body being drenched in sweat as it shuddered through yet another orgasm.

The sum total of the orgasms finally reached a peak that Attea had never even known existed and her vision went white as one final, all-encompassing orgasm over took her.

A few minutes later, Ben pulled out, his fuckbuddy still lying unconscious in a puddle of sex juices on the bed, murmuring to herself in her sleep. He tried to wake her a few times, but Attea merely rolled her head to the other side and giggled sleepily, her mind as exhausted as her body and unwilling to regain consciousness. Still, he smiled, knowing that she wouldn't ever again demand Bullfrag when Ben Tennyson was around.

“All in a day's work!”

[El Heffe]

Red, Green, and Ben

The two women squared off against one another, their eyes set tightly as each sized the other up. Looma was physically more imposing, with her height and four arms but Attea held her gaze steady, unwilling to look away in a show of supplication and fear. On both sides, jaws clenched and muscles tensed, each one poised to strike, like two hissing and coiled snakes. The tension in the air was palpably thick and it seemed sure there would be blood on the floor before too long.

“Ladies, ladies,” Ben Tennyson started speaking, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, “Let's not be unreasonable here...” Both of the alien women snapped a glance his way before returning to their stare down, but Ben wasn't intimidated either, “There is more than enough of me to go around.”

Attea broke in first, “Oh yeah? And when four arms here takes the first, best load, what's gonna be left for little old me, huh? Sloppy seconds? As if an empress would ever stoop so low! I get first dibs, that's final.”

“This is not a negotiation, you impudent little reptile,” Looma replied venomously, “This is a dictation: I'm telling you, as Ben's wife, I will lay with him. If you can be quiet, I'll even let you watch.”

The short green girl balled her fists and hissed, “Over my dead body.”

“That is acceptable to me,” Looma cracked her knuckles, “First move is yours.”

Finally, Ben found it within himself to physically intercede, jumping between the two before the violence could begin, his cock already swinging from his pants, “Please, don't be so hasty. I'm sure there is way we could get this to work out.”

“What way?” the two of them asked simultaneously, their stares never leaving each other.

“How about you both have me at the same time?”

Looma's eyes blinked rapidly a few times, “You mean share a bed with her? The Frog Princess?”

“No way I'm gonna share with that piece of – mmmmph!” It would have probably been the insult that would set Looma Red-Wind right off, but Ben hastily cut Attea's words short with a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue flowed right into her mouth, wrapping around her own and making her blush fiercely at the intensity. Ben Tennyson was incredible, the only human boy she'd ever been attracted to and even then originally only in his Bullfrag form. It had taken a few rounds of having a fat mammalian dick shoved up inside her tight pussy to convert, but like all recent converts, she was a true believer. As an Empress, she could have almost anyone she wanted and she'd settled on the relatively nondescript Ben Tennyson.

Attea would have kept the kiss going all day long if she had a say in the matter but Ben Tennyson was in charge, yanking her face back, only a thin line of drool connecting their mouths before he whipped his head to the other side and planted an equally fiery kiss on the lips of Looma Red-Wind before she could voice her opposition. It took her by surprise; the aggressive four-armed alien figured her wife had chosen Attea over her and was letting the rage build inside her. But the red-hot flame of anger was quickly extinguished when she felt his lips pressed against hers and his tongue writhing about inside her mouth so wet and eager. Their kiss was equal parts hot, lustful and slimy, their mouths both working together to exchange and enhance their arousal.

But nothing lasts forever and before long, Looma felt Ben's grip on the back of her head moving her head too far away to sustain the kiss. He was forcing her down, lower and lower, and she looked up at him with her four eyes. The boy guided her lower, his face impassive until she felt his cock touch her chin.

It was an impressive thing, nine inches and thick as a can of what the humans called “soda.” For his size, it was quite the enthrallingly large member and the bulk of it rising along the bottom of her face made Looma feel a rush of heat across her body. She loved his dick, loved the way it stretched her so wide and dug so deep she could feel her womb throbbing for its seed. The veins and curves and upturned head, the way it would swell inside her, how long it could go when he'd had a bit of relief to his bloated balls. Those were the things a real man could offer to a woman and the thought of getting atop the boy and riding his dick until her pussy gushed around his fat shaft made her shiver in spite of the hot flash that raced up her skin.

That was when something ripped her from her brief fantasy. Attea was already on her knees, her lips sliding along the other side of Ben's dick noisily. It was plainly clear the little frog-like alien was equally charmed by the boy's assets and as Looma watched her rapidly service up and down his length, she herself pursed her lips and planted them along the opposite side, determined that Ben would find more satisfaction from her mouth.

As things stood however, the recipient could barely claim to notice, lost in the sensation of a double lip job along his cock. He held both their heads in his hands, but refrained from direct control, instead allowing them to set their own pace. Neither one had any reason to disappoint and together they began to pick up steam, his dick too thick to let their lips meet but still aware of the other's progress in spite of that handicap. Together, they left Ben's entire length dripping with spit and the tip flared obscenely as it dripped precum onto the floor. If there was a heaven, Ben decided, then it had to be something as good as this.

“Yeah, that's it girls, just keep lipping at my dick like that.”

The two of them redoubled their efforts, with Looma taking her mouth over his glans briefly while Attea wrapped her long tongue around his fat nuts and squeezed. Ben bit his lip to try to control himself, but with their additional efforts at stimulating him, he could hardly be blamed when a groan escaped his lips. The boy was young, but not so young he didn't realize that such feelings were to be truly appreciated and as his pair of lovers worked, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, his face looking towards the ceiling and his dick pumping out more clear, yet thick pre-cum.

Before long, the hot pale pink of Ben's dick was pulsing with need, slick and shiny with spit and more than ready for more than just a lip job, no matter how enthusiastically the women delivered it to him. His hand clamped hard around Attea's head and Ben pushed her even lower, dragging her cool lips over his swollen sac. She didn't need to be told anything, merely settling her lips around the fat nuts and almost drunkenly moaning at the taste. Her tongue wasn't idle either, slathering up and down each nut in turn, getting it wet as she sampled and pleased her young, boyish lover.

Ben grit his teeth and set his legs apart to allow Attea to her ballsucking, allowing himself to adjust to the sensation before letting go of her and grabbing the Tetramand princess' head with both hands and pulling her away. As lust-addled as Looma was, she didn't understand what Ben was doing and resisted, trying to keep worshiping the fine length of cock he'd offered her. He finally looked down on her, staring into all four of her eyes as his fingers dug into her head, holding for several seconds before the princess deigned to speak.

“Wh – mmmpgh!”

The first word didn't even escape her lips before Ben speared them with his cock, shoving several inches into his wife's mouth, the underside of his dick sliding along her tongue.

“That's it, wife of mine, suck.”

As much of a surprise as it had been, it was a pleasant one for Looma Red-Wind. Servicing his meaty dick made her entire world glow; the colors seemed brighter, the sounds more distinct in her ears, all the tension and stress of her face off with Attea melting away like winter snow in the first light of spring. Ben was better than she could have imagined when it came to fucking and she'd discovered a deep-seated satisfaction in milking out his loads with only her mouth. And as the boy began pumping his hips and facefucking her, Looma reflected on the fact that the froggy bitch who'd tried to take him was completely out of position to taste his seed. The thought – along with the idea of drinking down his load – made her gurgle with pleasure, drool falling from her lips and onto her thighs.

That gurgle raced right up Ben's pecker, through his spine and directly into his brain. It was like a drug and immediately he groaned, his seed churning harder inside his balls. Just the sort of thing Attea could feel in her lips, moaning and slurping at his nuts like a common whore as she watched her competition work his cock. Or rather, his cock work over her competition: Ben was ruthless when it came to face-fucking and if his new wife didn't know before, she was certainly getting a crash course in the subject.

But beyond the view, there was also the warmth of his balls; unlike Attea's race, feeling the heat within his sac was a surprise she couldn't get enough of. It was like there was no part of their bodies that wasn't warm, a fact that both intrigued and displeased Attea. Not like a proper body, whose warmth would be concentrated in places that were important, no. Humans were something else. Hairy and warm where her own kind would be smooth and cool to touch for the most part. Every second she spent sucking his balls sloppily was like a gift from the heavens to Attea. And that gift she didn't intend on wasting, making lots of noise was her lips and tongue worked each ball then both of them together.

Ben was young, and with his youth brought vigor and libido, but not necessarily staying power. The combined sexual efforts quickly reduced his will to hold out, his eyes rolling as he felt both alien tongues deliver him closer and closer to the very edge of ecstasy. Neither of them seemed to care either, with Looma eagerly accepting each thrust deep into her mouth and Attea going out of her way to suck especially hard on his balls, so he didn't either. With the resignation of knowing his first load would be the biggest and thickest, he crammed Looma's face forward, burying her nose into his barely developed pubic hair and holding her down. Below him, Attea could feel his climax as Ben's balls twitched against her tongue and shrank with the departure of the first thick wad of sperm that washed over the Tetramand girl's tongue like a tidal wave. There was no stopping it, despite Attea's attempt to use her long tongue to wrap tight around the base of his cock, and the first shot was followed by the second that was only weaker in a technical sense as it filled an lustful alien mouth and almost dripped out.

She moaned in contentment, gratified that Ben saw fit to load her mouth first before gargling his load and swallowing in a grand gesture of lewdness. He smiled as his red and black spouse looked up to him, pulled her mouth away and stuck out her tongue to show she'd swallowed it all. They hadn't been together long, but already she already knew him well enough to understand why it turned him on so much to see her drink his seed. And, to be fair, she enjoyed the taste as well, although its flavor was more akin to drinking attraction and approval.

But with that done, he wasn't long in looking down and pulling his wet dick clear of her lips, smacking her on both cheeks before bringing her rival up from where she studiously continuing sucking Ben's balls. It was an odd sight as Attea kept the sac in her mouth as she rose, enjoying his balls as much has possible, along with bringing him back to full erection much faster than if her mouth were not involved. He patted her head gently and let her have a few more seconds while Looma contended herself with the after-taste of his cum.

“Now, it's time for you to get fucked, Attea.”

The girl looked up eagerly, practically squirming as she took her time releasing his nuts from her mouth and lowering her goggles down over her eyes before getting on her hands and knees on the floor, “I'm ready and willing!” Looma simply watched with an unreadable expression on her face as the frog empress wiggled her butt, “Whichever hole you want Ben...”

It was a tempting offer and Ben considered it while idly poking the head of his dick back between Looma Red-Wind's soft lips, looking at the two inviting holes being displayed for his pleasure. He had trouble deciding, giving his four-armed Tetramand wife the opportunity to stroke his cock with two hands, play with his wet balls with another and use the fourth to tweak at his nipples a bit. The stimulation certainly didn't help him consider his choices any more thoroughly; in fact, they quite muddled the issue. Feeling the way she swirled her tongue over the crown of his dick was enough to make him consider a second round with her mouth.

But Attea wouldn't be denied, Ben knew, and so he gently pushed her face away, feeling the cool air of the room wash over his cock as it slipped from her lips. She gave a moan of disappoint and sat back on her heels, resigned to watching Ben skewer someone who was, in Looma's eyes, an objectively inferior woman. Of course, all things are matters of perspective and from Ben's perspective, there was nothing inferior about the way Attea's cunt felt as it wrapped around his cock with a wet squelch. He didn't give much consideration to a gentle entry, instead packing his inches deep inside her soft folds. Attea agreed with that much, raising her head high up only to drop it back down to the floor with a gasp.

She loved the feeling of being well and truly fucked, used like a whore and left gaping after her trysts with Ben. It was better than any thing else could have imagined; her ass clapping and rippling every time his hips slammed into her cheeks, her pussy juices squirting out onto the floor of Ben's bedroom with every thrust, the way his fat balls swung and smacked her clit. It was heady stuff, even for an empress, and Attea ate up the brilliant sensation as if it were the finest of court food. She could barely even think through the rapid and deep thrusts inside her, feeling her womb taking a pounding due to his unrestrained length.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me harder Ben! Pull my hair and fuck me harder!”

Her wish was his command as he reached down and pulled her head back roughly, limiting any opportunity she might have had to lean forward and avoid the nine inches of pleasure that were pistoning in and out of her slick cunt. There was no letting up for Ben, no mercy coming anymore. From the way Attea spread her legs further apart and let her mind get scrambled by his powerful thrusts, she didn't expect there was any either. There was only him and her, their bodies meeting with a sharp, steady clap as he took her like a bitch in the streets.

He leaned over her, his lanky form not given to a truly overpowering much, but finding a hidden reserve of strength from deep within. The boy was hardly a teenager, but still managed to cram himself right up inside her tight folds, covered with sweat due to the energy of his rapid-fire fucking. She moaned louder and pushed back against each thrust, almost trying to fill herself past the point of no return, crying out each new feeling he inspired within her. Ben's own grunts were barely audible next to Attea's screaming encouragement, “Fuck me Ben!”

Ben did his best to obey, reaching down under her chest and harshly palming her breast before tweaking a nipple with three fingers. Her eyes rolled around her skull for a second or two before she regained control of herself, her body jolting forward each time her lover bottomed-out inside her pussy. She wasn't as deep as Looma, being barely half the size, but it was alright; the way Ben pounded at the entrance to her womb sent her right over the edge and the Empress shuddered as her pussy squirted all over Ben's balls.

In contrast to her previous vocal enjoyment, Attea's orgasm was a silent, but open-mouthed, scream. Her eyes were wide inside her goggles and her whole body trembled, yet not a single sound escaped her lips. It was as if she was climaxing in such a severe fashion that her lungs couldn't force a single breathe out before she'd finished. It made her face darken and her limbs shake, but she held on to the feeling, riding it while her own body refused to follow along. And, just to make her culmination even more intense, it kept going and going, bouncing back just when she'd thought it was finished, her breasts jiggling beneath her orgasm-ravaged body.

Ben would have held on, but for Looma's effort to be involved in some way, licking from his taint, over his balls, down the full length of his dick and right onto Attea's clit.

The boy felt his own load, freshly brewed and bubbling hot inside his balls, explode out inside of Attea, the thick, boy-made syrup flooding every inch of cunt that it could reach and even some that would require some explaining. Gush after gush of sperm, flowing unabated as it spewed forth and basted her pink pussy. It was certain that the frog empress was well-creamed, her pussy packed with so much of his spunk that as soon as his rapidly softening cock fell free, it was instantly followed by a cascade of white onto Looma's face.

She flinched away for a brief second before remembering the source. That was when she opened her mouth and taking the remainder on her tongue. Attea immediately realized what was happening and stuffed three fingers in her stretched out twat, scooping her own helping of Ben's spunk. It was the kind of lewd scene that young boy had never expected to see and yet there he was, watching as the two alien women, bitterest of rivals for his affections, leaned against one another and eagerly lapped up his seed.

“Man, I'm so good, sometimes I impress myself,” he mused to no one in particular.

[Rocketmann]

Awesome stories.
Does Kuroshio have a site? I'd like to commission some writing, though I'm not sure if he/she takes commissions involving underage characters.

[El Heffe]

Here's his site, you're going to have to hash out the details yourself. http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/Kuroshio/profile

[El Heffe]

While not a commission, a kind anon did write this for me at /aco/

Piper woke up in the dark, kneeling, blinking her eyes open and closed noting that there wasn't a noticeable difference between the two states. She tried to move, rattling the chains she noticed were connecting her arms to the floor and holding her legs in place. Fear began to claw at her mind, she threw all of her might into breaking her bonds, searched desperately for a light or even a distinguishing detail for her night vision to catch on, called into the darkness for help from someone, anyone to get her out of this situation, all fruitless. She calmed herself down, ordered herself to think rationally and try to go through the events that had lead to this moment. The last thing she remembered, she was on the condor, heading to chart one of the few unexplored areas left in Atmos. They'd spotted one of the more larger islands that had seemed safe enough at the time, when they were ambushed by Cyclonians. 100s seemed to spill from the island below like smoke. Nearly everyone escaped with their lives, skimmers destroyed, but relatively unharmed all things considered. All except Aerrow. The Dark Ace had Aerrow in a duel to the death on the wing of his skimmer, not a hint of mercy left in his cold eyes. Young or not, he was going to kill Aerrow, and nothing was going to stop him save one, desperate, crazed plan. Piper roared the engine of her heliscooter to life, taking off and slamming into the impromptu battleground with just enough force to launch them both off. Piper had caught Aerrow with ease while the dark ace slowly parachuted down, rage bubbling across his once cold exterior. She'd parked in the condor, her and Aerrow got off of the helicopter but then there was a lurch. Aerrow had managed to grab onto something but Piper had fallen out of the condors doors, she'd pulled her parachute and-
And then it all went black. She wasn't sure what had happened to her friends or even whether or not they had escaped. she still didn't have a clue where she was but if she had to place bets then she could safely say that the Cyclonians captured her. Why, however, she had no clue. She'd already rejected Cyclonis' offer when she'd disguised herself as Lark, so why not just let her drop? Possibilities were running through her head, none seeming remotely probable (human sacrifice being the most realistic) when she was blinded by the torches surrounding the room suddenly flaring to life.
"It appears our guest is awake." The voice sent chills through Piper, it was one that had haunted her since the day she'd heard it, the noise in her nightmares, the driving force in everything she'd done.
"Cyclonis" she spat, voice filled with contempt. Cyclonis was standing on the other side of the room, fingers laced at her waist, a sickening smile spread across her face propping the mole under her eye, her gaunt flesh only highlighting her pitch black, merciless eyes and deep purple hair.
"Glad you remember me" Cyclonis doted sarcastically. "Although, the fact that you can speak at all is a fatal oversight of one of my troops I must admit."
"Why am I here?"
"Well my dear Piper, that's complicated." Cyclonis began to walk towards Piper. " I'd love to say 'you were right Piper, I am just a lonely girl without a friend'" she was standing over her now, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "' I've decided to run away from all of my responsibilities as overlord" she knelled down and was face to face with Piper, the sarcasm slowly fading "Join your scrappy group of rebels for shits and giggles'" She locked eyes "'And we could go back to what we were, like that night in the storm'"she was stroking pipers hair now, slowly, gently, lovingly, the sarcasm in her voice replaced entirely by an honest and almost desperate sadness, "'when I didn't have the confidence... to do this'" she quickly closed the distance between the two and kissed piper, taking her by complete surprise. It was deep and passionate, teasing of future events, there was even something exploratory of it, trying something that neither had done before. Piper, in a blend of shock and instinct started to return it just a hint, enough to keep going, just enough so that Cyclonis knew she still thought of her as that blond friendly idiot in that shield, riding out the hell around them. Cyclonis could feel that there was still some trust in her, some faith that she wasn't rotten to the core, that maybe she could even be saved. The shock was wearing off of Piper and Cyclonis knew that Piper would, or at least should, think of biting her lips off, so she tore herself away before she could give piper the chance, leaving her dazed and confused with a slightly stupid look of surprise on her face."But I can't say that." She whispered standing up.
"You see Piper, a long long time ago, when the dark ace had killed the original storm hawks, I'd learned two things. One, moral symbols are as vulnerable as anyone else, and two, the destruction of those moral symbols is the greatest way to cut resistance. The cyclonia operations we were committing at the time were stopped on a daily basis until the storm hawks were dead, but once they were no one dared look at a Cyclonian for fear of death." she smiled and stood up. "Good times." She'd walked over to a table in front of piper, just close and tall enough so that Piper couldn't see what was on it. "But there's a lesson far more important than either one I've learned fighting you and your crew, Piper dear. If a hero turns into a martyr it's all pointless. Some other group of idiots will simply take their place, maybe even cause more havoc than the last ones." her left hand glided over the desk, seemingly hesitant to decide on what to do. "so, the thought occurs, how do I stop a hero from turning into a martyr. The answer is simple, make an example of them. crush the hero's spirit and mind, dragging what's left of the empty body into the spotlight for everyone else so that they know the fate that will follow each and every one of them that resist." she picked up a dim orange crystal, growing slightly more faint than the rest. " I'll admit, you were supposed to be more... processed before being put in that position. Mouth gagged, clothing stripped, perhaps something covering your eyes or a few of these on your more sensitive areas" she said, waving to the table. " But to hell with it, if I need to do all of it myself" she paused, her staff seemingly materializing from the inner blackness of her cloak, and inserting the dim crystal into her staff, " then I might as well have some fun with it." Cyclonis pointed the staff and piper flinched, thinking that she would be burnt to a crisp.


Piper opened her eyes, slightly shocked she was still alive. She could smell burnt fabric and felt a touch colder and more exposed, almost... her eyes darted down. Naked, she was completely naked. Her yellow and blue flightsuit were now nothing more than ash around her supple chestnut flesh. Her arms reflexively struggled against her chains, trying to cover her slightly underdeveloped breasts and thin frame, face flushing crimson.
"Oh, piper," Cyclonis began. "there's no need to be embarrassed. After all there are no secrets between friends, right?"
"FUCKING PERVERT!" Piper screamed
"Now there's no need for that" cyclonis taunted producing a leather mouth brace from the table and strapping it to her face. " First rule" she said, her face dropping any pretenses of kindness " when I care about what arbitrary garbage you have to say I'll ask, when you are obedient I might even consider taking the gag out, until then you will listen and obey. Understood?" Piper continued to struggle against her bonds, willing herself to jump out of them and strangle the witch in front of her. " I asked a question, slave." Piper was trying to talk against the gag, the words muffled but the general attitude coming through quite clearly. without hesitation and in the midst of Pipers protests, Cyclonis slapped her across the face, hard and loud enough to reverberate around the room and leave a red print across pipers already flushed cheeks. Before Piper could even register what had happened, she was struck again across the other side of her face, this time hard enough to have tears well up in her eyes. "Rule two, don't test me. Disobedience will always be met with suffering and misery and you do not want to know how far I will go." she grabbed pipers chin and forced her to look into her eyes. "Now I'll ask again. Do. You. Understand. Slave." Piper quickly nodded not eager for another slap. A smile spread across Cyclonis' face, and her voice returned to the doting, sickening voice she'd begun with. "Good. Things will be much easier for both of us if you are cooperative. "she'd gotten up now to pick the next instrument to use. "It will certainly be better for the rest of your friends," Pipers eyes grew wide with surprise. "Yes, it turns out that a rescue mission can be easily stopped when there isn't a plan to begin with. All 5 are awaiting their execution in the sub basement, two layers below. Can't you feel the despair rising from below like heat from a furnace?" Piper began to cry and muffled noises began to emanate from the gag once more. " Of course I could just let them go, but that would depend entirely on your cooperation. Are we clear?" Once again piper nodded quickly but this time not just out of some instinct and avoidance of pain. Now it really was the smartest thing she could do."Lovely." Cyclonis said, waving her hands in a non committal gesture. The chains around piper dejectedly detached themselves from piper and fell to the ground. Piper stood on shaky legs, unsure herself how long she'd been kneeling, and brought her hands once again to try to cover herself. Piper finally tried to get a bearing on her current surroundings. Definitely some sort of basement cell. Various devices of unknown use were scattered around, most resembling horrific torture devices from centuries ago, some still covered in blood. "Would you be so kind," Cyclonis gestured to the table with shackles in four corners, " as to strap yourself in?" Piper felt around the gag on her head noticing a very large keyhole at the back, before reluctantly concluding that she wasn't going to get out any time soon. Piper decided to simply do as she was told until an opportunity presented itself for her to break free and rescue her friends. She began strapping 3 of her limbs down onto the table, fitting the leather clasps loosely around her feet and left hand and simply placing her right hand over the last, when there was a loud whir and the machine sparked to life. It tightened the grasps until they dug into her skin, the last one jumping to life like a snake and fastening itself around her wrist.
The machine then began to split apart at one end spreading her legs to a 45 degree angle, leaving her totally, completely exposed and at the mercy of her crazed captor. Cyclonis stepped to her shivering, horrified prey and began to run her fingers over her simply enjoying the feel of her soft skin against her own, spending an access of time on the more sensitive points, kneading her tits like bread dough, pinching and rubbing her clit, even casually opening and closing her pussy exposing the virgin organ and exploring shallowly inside with her fingers. Piper didn't want to admit it but the soft foreplay was doing exactly as cyclonis had wanted, she was growing more and more visibly wet as the erotic display continued. Cyclonis began to suck and gently nibble on Piper's breast while picking up speed rubbing her already wet cunt. she began to move her head down, running her tongue down the chest, past the navel and finally stopping at pipers wet cunt. She started to run her tongue across the inside simply exploring past the lips when piper started to quietly moan, the stimulation finally pushing her to confide how aroused she really was. As cyclonis explored an orgasm began to build for piper, her insides a mere playground for the tongue inside. finally cyclonis decided to finish her off putting Piper's clit in her mouth for an earthshaking finally as piper orgasmed harder then she ever had before.
"I hope you enjoyed that," cyclonis said, wiping the pussy juice from her lips and rubbing it off just under Piper's nose "because that's the last time you'll cum without my permission ever again." She turned back to the table and produced a small, purple crystal. She held it up for piper to see, twisted it apart revealing it was a piercing. "You see Piper, when you take a leecher crystal, break it in half and pierce it to someone, it leeches their arousal." Cyclonis explained as she held the crystal piercing in front of piper. "However" she started again, tracing the crystals path down from pipers tits " with a crystal so small, it only leeches the smallest amount, keeps the victim just on the verge of orgasm without letting them finish, no matter what's done to them." her hand and the crystal itself finally reached their target and she held it, spread apart around her clit. Piper's eyes betrayed her fear as she stared into cyclonis' pleadingly. "Think of it in similar terms to your gag. If your good, I'll take it off and let you satiate yourself." And with an audible snap, the crystal pierced her.

Everything went red for piper as pain wracked her frame. The gag muffled her screams as she desperately tried to convey the suffering she felt. It was somewhere between having something sucking on your very soul and being chained in a way that couldn't be explained. It was as if as though her very mind was blocked off from her. Every upper level thought hurting to even try to comprehend. Gradually Piper's mind began to swim back into reality, ever aware of the new chains she could feel inside her, a mental cage with no walls or doors. Cyclonis was standing in front of her sarcastically snapping her fingers in front of the nigh-unconscious girl.
"Piper" she crooned in mock affection " I'm going to need you here for the next phase." She smiled as piper looked back up at her, eyes filled with hate and loathing. "There we are. I was beginning to worry that you would drop off before the best part." She waved her hand to the table and produced two more small crystals, this time more a faint orange, holding each one in front of the confused girl. These one's didn't need to be twisted, simply clicked on both ends like a pen, before opening. Once again Cyclonis ran the crystals across Piper's body, this time starting with the face and moving down. "these" Cyclonis explained "have the opposite effect. they will keep you perpetually hot and bothered. Desperately horny and sensitive, turning your whole body into an erogenous zone." she slowed her descent as she got closer to Piper's breasts."Pain itself will translate into pleasure, turning you into the perfect masochist." Piper finally understood what was about to happen and her eyes went wide with shock and horror, staring at the nipple piercings. "Oh, and best of all..." Piper looked at cyclonis with pleading eyes, trying to summon as much mercy as she could from the black pools locked onto her trembling form. Cyclonis grin widened into a cheshire level, toying with her prey " They're permanent" she concluded before snapping the jewelry to her prisoner.
Everything went white for piper as once again pain coursed through her body, but this was a different type of pain. it didn't just feel like pure white suffering, there was something... different about it. almost as if something about it felt right, like an itch she didn't know she had was suddenly being scratched for her. She could feel yet more of her mind slip, lost to the void of white she was looking into, but she didn't care. something else was building from the ashes of the pain that was slowly running it's course. The itch she'd just satiated seemed to be returning at full force, rocking her whole body, heating her nethers. It took her a moment to get back to reality, the world once again coming into focus slowly but surely.
"There we are. Feel that Piper? A need running through your body, rocking you to your very core? That's your new need to submit to me, to become my little plaything as I break down what's left of your stubborn mind." Piper whimpered quietly under her gag, unsure herself whether she was agreeing or simply on the verge of tears. Cyclonis began to rub her up and down, even more gently than when she'd first brought Piper to climax, barely even touching the young flesh underneath, simply caressing her breasts enough to feel the texture. To Piper however she might as well be fisting her as hard as she could, the strain put on her becoming unbearable, driving her to the brink of another mind numbing orgasm. Piper shut her eyes, held her breath... and then it stopped. She was on the edge, a hair's breadth from climax but release eluded her. Cyclonis stopped for a moment, allowing piper a chance to calm down and catch her breath before she suffocated, starting once again with a renewed vigor. she could feel cyclonis still running her hands across her skin, flesh on flesh contact driving her to the peak once again... and then there was nothing, once again release denied mere moments before it could be achieved. Piper looked to the grim spectre looming over her ominously, smile stretched across her gaunt face, cold hatred in her dead eyes. Piper couldn't manage much but tried to pull a defiant look across her face, doing little but simply amusing her captor.
"now, now" she taunted, tracing her hand along pipers shivering flesh once more "there's no need for THAT!" Punctuating the last word with another audible slap, this time to piper snatch. Piper gasped through her gag, muffled moans as loud as screams emanating from the leather as her eyes rolled back into her head and release was once again tormenting her just outside of her grasp. Once again consciousness desperately tried to run from her, to allow her escape of the hell that was now her own body.
Cyclonis stepped away from her prey and turned to the table once more, covered in devices for all sorts of horrifying sexual torture. "I will admit Piper, this does hurt me a little. Destroying the mind of someone as brilliant as yourself," she held up an electrical crystal and a strange device, about the size and shape of an egg "it's heartbreaking. Believe me when I say you have a mind that could've been more beautiful then my own with time, practice, and a little education." She fitted the crystal into the device, and the device whirred to life, humming and vibrating as fast as it could. "But it's not as if I didn't offer you a way out." She was bringing the egg closer to pipers now permanently moist cunt. "your stubbornness then is going to cost you dearly now."
In one fluid motion she shoved the egg vibrator as deep into pipers snatch as she possibly could, tearing her hymen apart in the process. Piper sputtered through her gag, flailing every limb as far as hard as she could, doing absolutely nothing against the clasps holding them but boring them deeper into her wrists. The vibrations causing an insufferable pleasure, wracking her to her very core, holding her in a perpetual hell of near orgasm. Cyclonis rubbed her hand around the back of pipers gag, feeling the keyhole and undoing it with a simple thought, unleashing a torrent of screams from the young girl in between gurgles as she started to choke on her own tongue.
"Whoops" Cyclonis uttered under her breath, a touch of humanity and alarm crossing her face. She quickly turned around and produced another, even smaller crystal piercing, digging it into piper's tongue as swiftly as she could. The piercing quietly hummed to life, pipers tongue feeling somehow even more engrossed then the rest of her, more sensitive and swollen like some new sexual organ residing in her mouth. She also couldn't seem to put it back into her mouth, at least not all the way, and it stuck out limply from her mouth like a bored red snake.
"That should stop you from swallowing your own tongue. I swear the ones who forgot to give you THAT are going to be rotting in the ground come moonlight, but business before pleasure, right? I should show why I took off your gag to begin with. Be a dear and turn your head for me, would you?" Piper was somewhere between having a seizure and collapsing on the table entirely, her eyes were rolled as far back into her head as they could go, clearly as far from reality as she could be. "Oh it doesn't matter" she confessed pulling her pants down in front of the nigh comatose crystal mage, taking them off with a slow grace and producing the small, purple, damp scrap of fabric betwixt her legs underneath it. "Well, Piper, it seems watching you suffer has gotten me in the mood, so I'm going to give you this as a parting gift, and leave you to your devices for the night." she dictated, crumpling the fabric and cramming it into Piper's mouth. Cyclonis then resealed the gag across piper's mouth, adding a blindfold for the hell of it and began to make her leave. She paused at the door, however, before leaving and gave one last pitying look at her former enemy strapped to the table, stuck on the edge of climax in a perpetual hell, moaning pathetically. It wasn't long but it was just long enough to stir what was left of her sense of mercy to do one last thing. Cyclonis clicked her fingers causing the piercing in Piper's clit to snap off, pushing her over the edge at long last into one massive earth shaking orgasm. "see you in 24 hours." she whispered.




Time passed strangely for piper. the only thing she could focus on was the taste in her mouth of Cyclonis' panties and the orgasm (maybe orgasms, Piper couldn't be sure, certainly couldn't keep track) that wracked her mind and body. She grew to memorise the musky taste in her mouth against her own will, even fetishize it, the egg tickling her birth canal pushing this experience deeper and deeper into her conscious and unconscious mind. Piper could feel her sanity slipping in time to the eggs vibrations, perceptions of reality itself melting around her as the orgasms rippled through her mind. It was getting more and more difficult to remember who she was, why she was here, even her friends began to fade as the orgasms began to take hold. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the blindfold was removed from pipers face and piper found herself gazing up into the cold eyes of the devil herself.
"I think that this will do it." she stiffly said looking down at the orgasm drunk piper. She pulled the still vibrating egg out of Piper, and reattached the original clit piercing. Piper could only giggle softly into the gag at the pain she felt, too numb from cumming to feel if her arm was cut off, and besides pain felt amazing to her. Maybe it was the piercings, maybe it was just a nice change from the orgasms, or maybe it always did and she just needed an excuse to admit it. It didn't matter. Nothing really mattered. Piper came back from her train of thought as a hand passed in front of her face a few times, following it with her eyes. Left, right, up and down. This was simple, and right now simple was good. The purple girl seemed to be saying something about brain damage, something about endorphins and a lot of other large words piper couldn't be bothered to figure the meaning to. Purple produced a syringe full of white paste, and proceeded to inject it into the confused girl's arm, who gave a slightly muffled moan from the pain. "-nutrients. Pretty soon we'll take those useless teeth out of you, get you on an 'all liquid' diet while you serve cyclonia the best way you can. But that can come after the reconditioning, perhaps aft-" tall and scary's words seemed to fade in and out in direct proportion to the world around her. Piper might not have known much at that moment but right now all she knew for certain was that she was exhausted and her eyelids were growing heavy weather or not purple was speaking. the world drifted out from under her, growing more and more faded. There was a gentle ringing in her ears and a muffled noise that was once a voice growing more urgent, but she couldn't be bothered. A loud crack and explosion of pleasure across her face brought her back into the world. She moaned into her gag as loud as she could, the annoyance spelled out across purple's face as she put her slightly red hand down.
"you'll sleep when I tell you to sleep, maggot." In spite of the order, Piper liked this girl. She seemed in control of the world around her, seemed to know where she was, what was going on, she even gave Piper that new feeling she seemed to like so much. Piper tried to apologize, the gag muffling her words and reminding her of the flavoured garments shoved in her mouth. "It's fine pet, you have a long day ahead of you anyway, plenty of things that will keep you from sleeping."
Cyclonis wasn't lying. It'd started with education, basic training for the new role she would have in the world to follow. Learning to please either sex, and learning the ins and outs (back and forths) of pleasing her new cyclonian and raptor overlords. Then came re-education. The cyclonian perspective of who she was and where she was from wasn't the most pleasant but with another vibrator in her ass, she didn't really have a choice but to pay attention, accepting it as gospel. Finally ending in the public hour, where piper would debase herself in any number of ways that the purple lady demanded for the waiting population of cyclonia. Days passed in and out with this routine in place. Time went by in a blur of sex, pleasure and humiliation, until piper couldn't distinguish them apart. Piper watched the other members of her crew's execution, feeling the last piece of herself die with them as she crawled on all fours lead by a leash like a dog. Piper came there and then on the street, staring at the public execution, knowing that she wasn't a storm hawk any longer.


two months later
Master cyclonis was sitting on her favourite chair, her arm resting on its head. she was staring at a map of atmos, boredly looking at the 3 or 4 colonies that had not yet surrendered or been conquered deciding where to conquer next.
"hmm, seems the blizzarians set up a new base. maybe this time they'll be smart enough not to build on an active volcano. I can't possibly imagine their plans backfiring worse than that, again. Perhaps I should give them a visit, after all the raptors could use some revenge over their destroyed home and they're certainly bored with your loose holes." The chair began to quake beneath her. "Something the matter, pet?"
"The abthulute theroth," Piper rasped, spitting from between her gums "I doon wan them hurt."
"Absolute Zeros? Doesn't seem to ring a bell."
"Group oth blitharianth. thuzy lu leadths them. Wonth be har oo fine. Probably the larjest rethithant team there."
"tell you what, pet, since I'm in a good mood, and you groveled so nicely, I'll grab their leader and make her into a nice complimentary footstool. how does that sound?"
"T-thank ou mithtweth" Piper pleaded, unsure weather she had saved Suzy's life or condemned it further

[El Heffe]

Here's a story I had commissioned from NidoranDuran

Clawdeen's Heat Fix

At any other time of the year, Clawdeen vastly preferred girls, to the point where she was all but certainly ready to call herself very, very gay. But two weeks out of the year, one in the deep in the fall and the other in the middle of spring, the werewolf girl's heat cycle whipped itself up into the kind of frenzy that she was unable to control, and it left her with a desire to mate. An almost unshakable impulse to jump every boy she saw and be feverishly rutted into as gooey a mess of absolute creamy lust as she could.

Clawdeen knew she had to do something during those tumultuous periods to take care of herself. There was no fighting those urges, no negotiating with her biological needs, and instead of trying, Clawdeen leaned into the tailspin, willing to go all out and take care of her need for cock before it got out of control. A night of raw, savage fucking was the most assured way of making sure she could buy herself a school day's worth of focus and self control, but the problem was where to get it.

There was simply no way she could try and ask for that among her classmates. Aside from making things intensely awkward in so many different directions and in ways she knew weren't worth risking, while also adding on so many different complications to the matter of her vast preference for girls. She saw boys in an entirely sexual light and as solutions to her heat cycle, but she had no romantic intentions, and avoiding having to explain that to guys who may have wanted to date her was preferable.

So she ended up on the human side of town every night of her week of agonizing lust. It wasn't hard to find boys in New Salem who were fascinated by the gorgeous, fashion-oriented werewolf. In fact, she had earned herself a bit of a reputation around those parts of town for her twice yearly excursions and her need. For seven nights in a row, she craved cock, and fortunately, her reputation had made it easier than ever to get it. Waiting outside of a cheap motel for her was an ever growing gaggle of guys who all wanted a turn with the beautiful and ravenously horny girl, and she couldn't help but smile as they all looked at her.

"Are you all here for me?" she asked, grinning from ear to ear as she admired them all, a rather wonderful stock of built, strong looking men who she trusted would give her everything she not only craved, but deserved. And even if she already had them completely smitten with her and ready to pound the gorgeous, tight young werewolf raw, she felt the need to impress, having dressed for the occasion. She'd used some extra fabric she had from designing her own skirts to make a special one for when she was in heat, one that didn't cover her ass and only barely granted her pussy any modesty. Without panties on, her gorgeous rear was on display, and she didn't have to worry about anything getting in the way; she could get right to fucking without taking anything off. Those vital few seconds mattered when there were cocks to get ploughed by.

The crowd muttered in approval and excitement, all staring at her. Many of them were familiar faces from the night before, but a few were new; there always seemed to be boys who heard from their friends about the horny werewolf they had a free chance to fuck all night, and wanted to join in. It always excited her to have a few more boys to fuck her, because her libido didn't ever really find its end, and the longer the crowd could fuck her, the better.

Biting her lip, she held out the key to the room she'd rented through the week and smiled. "What are we waiting for, then?" she asked, and started across the parking lot toward the room. A few stares drifted her way as a young werewolf girl with her ass hanging out of her skirt was followed by a gaggle of almost twenty men into a motel room, but nobody ever said anything and carried on with their night, deciding it was so far removed from any of their business.

Once she was in the room, Clawdeen whipped herself right up into a hurried frenzy, kicking her boots off and turning quickly around, grabbing the first guy within reach and tugging him with her onto the bed. "I need this," she panted, eyes wide and bugged out, everything turning quickly into a frantic mess of need. She had been cutting it close, struggled all day with temptation during class, and she was done with self-control. "Fuck me, stud," she groaned, falling down onto the bed, her strong grip on his shirt dragging him with her. He fell atop her, hitting the bed and groaning as she started to squirm and wriggle needily about, her tongue dragging eagerly along her lips as she relished in his warmth upon her.

The man's hands were eagerly at his pants, scrambling to undo his belt and give her exactly as she pleaded him for,as he stared into her frenzied and begging eyes. It was the most potent form of temptation he could have imagined, and his cock was already rock hard by the time he had it out, ready to grab hold of it and guide it into her pussy, but he didn't even get the chance to. Clawdeen seized it and pulled him toward her hole before he even had the chance, the other hand pulling her already precariously skirt up to leave him able to see the contrast of her brown fur and her bright pink snatch, dripping wet and aching, before she slammed his fleshy cock right into her.

"Yes!" Clawdeen screamed out in delight, throwing her hands out and wrapping them tight around the man as his cock sank down into her needy, aching cunt. She was so wet, so needy, and it hadn't even been twenty four hours since her last cock hit, but after a day of struggling to keep herself contained she didn't care how desperate she came off. She'd needed to get fucked, and a cock filling her pussy was everything she needed. "Fuck me," she groaned, fingers digging into his back as the other men looked on in awe. Some of them hadn't taken it seriously when they'd been told how much of a desperate wreck she would turn into, but before them was everything they had been promised.

"How are you so tight?" he groaned as he thrust rapidly into her, pinning her down to the bed and slamming away as her hands held onto him tightly and urged him onward. He'd just saw her the night before take dick after dick without trouble, and now she felt almost freshly tight around his cock as he thrust into her, doing his best to fuck her loose as he worked her over steadily. Her tight, lean body offered up so much delights to stare as as she lay on the bed, squirming almost out of her jacket as her hair fell about the mattress.

Subject to a sudden and steady fucking, Clawdeen didn't even stop moaning and writhing excitedly for a solid few moments as she tried to gather herself and deal with how good everything felt burning across her aching form. "You'll just have to fuck me loose all over again then, won't you?" She licked her lips, head leaning back as she accepted the harsh, steady thrusts into her. The clenching of her greedy pussy as it tightened right back up to become a prime, eager cock milking machine when she once again got fucked always made the first round an amazing feeling, but due to needing to tend to her ravenous cock hungers only at night, Clawdeen could have had the most lackluster and sub-standard sex imaginable and she'd still love it, coming out of the desert and tasting her first drink of water.

As the first round drew onward excitedly and moans filled the motel room, the other guys started to deal with their clothes, getting their cocks out and watching Clawdeen get fucked, eagerly awaiting their turns but willing to wait. They knew that in time one cock wouldn't be enough for her, and they needed only bide their time until the moment came that she would start begging for it, at which point all order would break down.

Twisting with excitement as she was given everything she craved, Clawdeen couldn't help but moan as she lay there, receiving the steady fucking. Her pussy ached with a need to be bred, and another exciting prospect to being rutted by humans was that she didn't think they could actually knock her up, leaving her with little risk of puppies as she took the harsh fucking eagerly. "Fuck me harder," she panted, nearly tearing his shirt with her claws as she held onto him so tightly. "I needy our cum so badly, needy you to fill with all of that hot spunk right now. Flood my pussy!" She threw her head back, gasping and shuddering as an orgasm ripped through her without warning. Clawdeen howled as she twisted on the bed, delighted by the harsh waves of pleasure crashing down on her.

The feeling of a hot, soaking wet pussy clamping down around his cock was enough to send the guy on top of her over the edge, making him groan as he shoved down one final time into her spasming pussy, his cock twitching within the grip of her pulsating inner walls as he let loose, filling her with cum as he trembled, groaning and savouring every sweet second of creampieing the werewolf before pulling back, nearly stumbling in the process.

"Good boy," Clawdeen purred, unable to keep from enjoying at least a little fun in the reversal of positions as she reached down between her still spread legs, toying with her clit a little as she shoved the cum back in with her fingers. "Next!"

It was no time at all before another guy stepped forward, spreading her legs further as he slammed into her pussy, making her spine arch as a roll ran through her body. One of pure, searing delight driven hotly by her seemingly endless needs. A smoldering libido drove her further and more desperate by the minute, as another cock slammed into her creamed hole and got right to work, steadily thrusting into her and giving her more of what she needed, feeding the craving that her heat cycle turned into an impossible and irresistible force. "I've been waiting all day to fuck you again," he groaned, grabbing her chest and kneading her modest breasts through her tube top.

"And I've craved your cock so much!" Clawdeen moaned. She didn't even remember him from the night before, but admittedly she never remembered their faces, humans all bleeding together and her focus here far more on what was between their legs. But she didn't need to let him know that. "Nngh, it feels so good to be back inside of me, where it belongs. You're going to fill me up with more hot cum now, right? Flood my womb to the point of overflowing?" She'd become a little too good at giving the guys everything she figured they wanted, all of them so single-mindedly eager to fuck the teen wolf into absolute addiction of their cocks, and in her state, she was eager to give it to them so they'd fuck her harder.

The steady in and out of the cock hammering her needy pussy hit her just right, and the fondling of her breasts induced even more squirming as she moved about, delighted and addicted to a frenzied sort of high, the sweet thrill of getting everything she wanted when what she wanted was a dizzying number of cocks taking turn to seed her pussy. Sex had been all she could think about during class, ruining her day and all attempts at doing her actual work or focusing on lessons, and now that she was finally getting her fix, she couldn't keep quiet, crying out and moaning as she twisted wildly on the bed.

Clawdeen's tongue ran along her teeth as she stared down at the cock hammering her pussy, loving the sight of the fleshy shaft slamming its way into her furry pussy. The contrasts excited her, and in her heat cycle, she could always appreciate the sight of a nice, big cock to satisfy her. Men didn't inspire much within her on must days, human men in particular, but everything sensible within Clawdeen went out the window when she was in this state, and she couldn't help but admire the sight of it, almost salivating as her eyes drifted around the room to more than another dozen cocks all around, rock hard and throbbing. Full of cum just waiting to be pumped into her. One thing she was never sure of was how, when she had a girlfriend, she was ever going to explain her bursts of raw cock addiction to her.

But for now, that didn't matter. Her legs had wrapped around the waist of the man fucked her, heels dug into his back as she guided him needily, her aching pussy clinging to his cock as she tried to get him to cum inside of her. "I need your cum so badly," she whined, biting her lip as she centered her gave back onto him, her smoldering eyes staring into his as she tried to plead for him to finish her off right there. Her body ached and her breath raced as she took the steady fucking, loving every second of intense friction along her inner walls, but orgasms still stood high above everything else, no earthly delight better than those few seconds of pure exhilaration.

And what she asked for, she got. The cock hammering her pussy hit its peak, and the man groaned as he slammed balls deep into her, his cock erupting deep into her aching twat, sending hot rushes of thick cum pumping into her, and the gooey warmth that followed was more than enough to set Clawdeen off in turn, to make her cry out and twist in pure, agonizing delight. She felt so good, panting heavily as she writhed on the bed, another orgasm thundering its way through her body. She felt so good, so satisfied, but so much more like she hadn't yet even begun to know the pleasures she deserved.

Clawdeen bit her bottom lip as she released the man's body from her needy grip, and scrambled up onto all fours, sticking her ass high up in the air as she licked her lips. "It's only right you fuck a bitch in heat like this," she said, crawling forward onto the bed a little bit, wiggling her hips all the while to tempt another cock into her. And she didn't have to tempt much, given how much watching her get fucked had worked the waiting crowd into an impatient frenzy, but fuck if her pink pussy dripping with cum didn't help. Hands on her hips tugged her back as a cock slammed into her harshly. Nothing in the world felt better.

Down on her hands and knees, Clawdeen savoured the quickest fuck of the night so far, but she needed more, and with her eyes unable to look at the man fucking her, she was left admiring the cocks all waiting for a turn with her, and she couldn't help herself any longer. "Give me something to suck on!" she shouted, oddly assertive and commanding for someone in her position. But the fearsome sight of a werewolf barking orders was a surefire way for her to get exactly what she wanted, and as she shouted out her desire for a cock, someone was quick to take it up, offering up his dick to her rather forcefully, shoving it against her cheek and pressing it in firmly.

Perhaps it wasn't such a great idea to offer his cock up so aggressively to someone with such a big set of fangs, but in her state, the aggression actually enticed Clawdeen further; she straddled a weird sort of line here, barking orders and demanding her needs be tended to, but with cocks hammering away at her, it was hard not to feel submissive, like she was being bred by the dominant alphas of her pack, and she loved it so much. The deep, instinctual drive to be fucked pushed her to embrace every last second of this, grabbing hold of the cock and guiding it to her lips as she started to kiss and lick frantically all over it.

The taste of cock lit up her tongue, igniting her sense and a deep hunger that guided her to slobber all over it, breathing heavily as she stared up at him with wide eyes. She was consumed by an ever growing lust that seemed without end, a bubbling and ferocious need for cock that wasn't going to stop any time soon, but she didn't want it to under any circumstances, wanted to savour this for as long as she could. Her hand gripped it, stroking along the base as she licked all over the head, pre-cum trickling out and hitting her taste buds, sending them into a mad tailspin that drove her to instantly slurp his cock down and start going.

Unlike her pussy, Clawdeen's throat could go all out immediately, no preparation or loosening needed, and she showed that off, taking the cock down deep and getting right to work and sucking on it as hard and fast as she could. Back and forth she rocked, meeting the thrusts into her pussy and shoving her head down on the cock as the in heat werewolf got her first spitroasting of the night. There was no stopping her once she got going, no reigning in the untamed hungers that threatened to consume her utterly, and she was intent on going all out to an almost self destructive degree to get what she wanted. Nothing mattered but getting off now.

Clawdeen gave it a nice, longing sucking before pulling back, grasping the cock and staring up in frustration at the man, who just stood there and let her do all the work. “Fuck my face,” she ordered, a little burst of assertive impulse as she opened her mouth wide, and thankfully, he got the message. The slight measure of control she was able to relish in amid the twisted hungers she craved excited her, let her walk a twisted line. They didn't understand her heat cycle, didn't know about her complicated orientation, didn't know the weird conflict of submission and dominance fighting its way through her. But she didn't mind that in the damn least as she savoured it all, lavishing in the steady, indulgent attention she received.

As demanded, the man threaded his fingers through her luxurious brown hair and slammed forward, shoving his cock down and claiming her mouth, eagerly starting to facefuck her as he groaned, savouring the slick, tight heat around his cock. Her mouth was certainly something, and even if it wasn't quite as divine as her pussy, he was still eager to hammer into it and savour as much as he could of Clawdeen's amazing pleasure all for himself. The first to claim her mouth for the night, although he couldn't keep his eyes off watching her get fucked from behind and the way her ass heaved as she was taken.

Now properly given a nice, thorough spitroasting, Clawdeen felt at peace, like everything was finally going her way and coming up perfect. She needed this all so badly, lavishing in the attention she received from both ends, steadily gagging on the cock pushing into her throat as she was roughed up. They were intense with her, fucking her tight holes hard, but not hard enough to seriously menace a werewolf. She could take their worst, become excited by how intense it was and how horny it made her, and everything came together for her so perfectly as she kept herself wound up and bucking back and forth between them, now meeting the thrusts of both men eagerly.

For an in heat and desperate wolf, this was the perfect place to be. Clawdeen relished in the attention, the steady fucking and the ways that she could dig in and savour every last second of brutal, harsh fucking, the claiming of her holes drawing onward without end or mercy as they sought to use her. She was just a slutty wolf to them, nobody understanding why she craved their cocks or why she only came by for two separate weeks out of the year, but most of all, they had no idea that she was using them so much more in turn. She didn't really feel the need to tell them either, but it would have been hard to find the time amid pleas to be fucked harder, and now she was too busy gargling on cock to find the words.

With the cocks hammering in and out of her holes, Clawdeen easily found herself cumming faster than she had yet, unable to hold her frenzied and lust-drunk body back from the needs hammering at her. But she didn't mind in the least, embracing it as she moaned, eyes nearly rolling back as she savoured the sudden, trembling sensations thundering through her. She came so hard, milking the cock in her pussy while moaning eagerly around the cock down her gullet, and the vibrations running through the lining of her throat and the wet cock were too much for the guy in front of her to take. All at once, both cocks erupted inside of her, twitching as they spewed forward, filling her already creamy pussy, but also spilling down her throat, spilling down into her stomach, where it settled all warm and thick, an absolute treat for the frenzied and currently very cock addicted wolf to savour.

The dicks pulled out of her quickly, and Clawdeen was already fast on the take. She wasn't going to waste a single moment doing anything other than seizing what she wanted, and where two cocks had been good, surely three were better? Clamoring up off of the bed, cum ran down her furry thighs, three mens' spunk oozing out of her sloppy and thoroughly fucked hole, but she was nowhere near done, and she had gathered up a batch of men who had no problem with sloppy fourths or even sloppy twentieths if it meant helping to gangbang the gorgeous werewolf into a gooey mess.

Pushing one down onto the floor, Clawdeen asserted herself, climbing reverse cowgirl into his lap and impaling her self down onto his cock, howling in frenzied delight as her hands reached for the two nearest cocks she could find, pulling them both closer to her and leaning in to lick and kiss at them back and forth, her soft, furry hands feeling amazing around their throbbing shafts as she stared up at them. "You two don't mind taking turns with my mouth, do you?" she asked, giving a wide and toothy grin to them as they stumbled all over their words to try and prove they were not only cool with it, but cooler than the other one, presumably to get into her mouth first.

Boys will be boys.

Clawdeen decided to start with the one on her left, sucking it down and bobbing her head rapidly along it, moaning and slurping on the shaft as she went eagerly and rapidly at the dick before her. It was hard to make two guys alternate fucking her face; they needed to coordinate and they needed to be willing to share and pull back to let the other have a turn. It just wasn't easy, but she could always fuck her own face with their dicks, and she did her best to keep the pace up as quick as she could as she moved over to suck the other down in turn, mouth nice and wet, full of saliva that she could smear along both thick, aching, fleshy cocks.

All the while, she moved atop the dick beneath her, heaving excitedly about as she got down to some good, hard bouncing. Hands grabbed and slapped at her ass the whole while. They kept her lit up and moving, excited by the aggressive touch playing against her as she moved, the admiration of her behind as her reverse cowgirl bouncing in his lap left her assets primed for this sort of attention. Hands on her evoked things when she was in this state that she loved, and being guided sparked excitements that left her eager to comply and follow orders, more of her body's submissive urges taking control.

Three cocks now. Clawdeen was servicing three cocks all at once. One being gripped by her pussy, while she worked the other two over, hands wrapped around the bases and stroking quickly, rubbing them easily with the thick coatings of saliva she left them with, all while her mouth moved back and forth to lovingly suck on them, doing the bulk of the work. There were so many cocks to milk dry, and almost none of the guys she'd fucked ever decided they were done after one orgasm, so she had to do her best to keep the pace up somehow, and multitasking not only made it go by faster, it made her feel so much filthier.

It was always around this point, when Clawdeen had a few orgasms to help settle her urges, but was not only still unbearably horny but also absolutely high on cock, that it really sank in for her just how deep in she was. Down there taking three dicks at once, worshiping cocks with her mouth, while still being very much a lesbian in her mind. A lesbian currently deeply engaged in the utter reverence of cock that she showed no shame over. She didn't try to make sense of it, she just went hard and didn't stop until she got everything she wanted This was worth all of the conflicts in the world.

"Cum all over me," she pleaded, feverishly pulling back and titling her head back, stroking the cocks as quickly as she could. Her body continued to heave as she rode the cock hard. "I want you to cum on me. How have I gotten so many cocks off today and not had one facial? Please, change that." Cum did horrible things to her fur and she'd have to spend so much time in the morning washing it out and taming those parts, but in the moment, she simply didn't care. "Cum on me!" With wide eyes staring up at them and her bottom lip firmly between her teeth, she made a very compelling argument.

An argument so compelling that even the cock in her pussy lost control. All at once, the three dicks erupted, one spraying another hot load deep into her greedy and desperate womb, while the other two unloaded all over her face. Being creampied was a familiar sensation to her by that point in the night, certainly adored, but not as fresh. Facials were something else entirely, the warm cum splattering onto her cheeks, getting into her fur and leaving her all warm and messy, crying out as her body shuddered its way through another intense orgasm, thrashing about atop the cock still firing off inside of her as another orgasm came and went, but still, she pressed onward.

Clawdeen pulled up slowly, cum leaking even messier out of her pussy as she was quickly grabbed by another man, not even given a chance to ask who was next before she was pulled up and impaled on yet another cock. The rutting was never going to end, and that was exactly how she liked it.

It was only after hours, and after every drop had been wrung from every ball sac in the room that a purring, exhausted Clawdeen lay on the bed, so much cum leaking out of her pussy that she didn't know how it all fit inside of her, but her fingers toyed with the leaking seed and stuffed it right back in. "I hope I see you boys tomorrow night," she said lowly, moaning as she started to masturbate in front of the shocked crowd of departing men. They may have been done, but she wasn't.

And it was only night two.

[El Heffe]

From NidoranDuran again

You Taught Me Everything About Poisoned Apples

The first thing that Apple White felt was fingers. Fingers and leather, two very disparate feelings that felt oddly in tune as her senses slowly returned to her. She groaned and shivered. "What happened?" she whined, not entirely understanding what the sensations were or why she was feeling them, but trying her best to brush it off as she went to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Had she been asleep? She couldn't remember going to bed and nothing about where she was felt like bed to her. But as she tried to rub whatever it was out of her eyes, she found herself unable to, a certain leathery sensation dug into her wrist as she tried to pull away, and that was enough to shock Apple right into waking up.

"Good morning, princess," purred Raven Queen, looking smug as she stood in front of Apple, who had been tied up to a pole in what could only be described as a dungeon. Leather cuffs bound her to it while leaving her entire standing body, stripped naked and looking absolutely adorable, vulnerable from all angles to whatever Raven so desired to do to her. As she spoke to her bound, captive 'guest', she touched her all over, fingers trailing along the soft, fair skin she had exposed, skin that she could not tear her hungry eyes away from. "I hope you enjoyed your apple, I made sure it had something extra special just for you."

"You drugged me," she whined, biting her lip as she shirked nervously away from the firm touch caressing her body every which way. She couldn't help but shiver against the fingertips running softly along her body, the adoring motivation behind it all, but being tied up like this didn't make it easy to handle. "Raven, you're supposed to be my friend!"

"I still am your friend, I've just decided that I need more out of our little arrangement, and unrestricted access to your body should do nicely." Raven leaned in and bit down hard on Apple's neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin as she reached a hand down between her legs, fingers curling and sliding all the way to the last knuckle into her pussy as she quite boldly began to feel her up. The sharp hiss of pain in response to her bite was followed by the even worse reaction, as Apple whined a little bit in guilty pleasure from the probing digits. Back and forth the fingers rocked, and her eyes widened in delight as Raven felt the sorry, slick state of her friend's twat, so wet and needy. It leaked all over her hand and left it soaked as she kept going. "And it looks like you're going to get something out of this too."

Apple whimpered as she was fingered, the teeth still grazing along her soft, fair neck as the steady touches began to make her wriggle against her bindings. She didn't know how Raven had gotten her down here, or where "here" even was, but she was perfectly tied up now, forced upright and vulnerable, and she could do nothing about it as every attempt to tug against the cuffs did little but rattle against the chains. "Please, Raven, this isn't right, and I'm not--I just--you drugged me!" She didn't know how to articulate a proper excuse for the way that her pussy leaked onto the hand between her legs as the touch riled her up more than she was willing to admit. Even being bit had sent a couple sparks flying that she was in no way ready to begin admitting anything about in the slightest.

The hand pulled back sharply from between her legs, as Raven brought her now sticky and slick palm crashing down harshly across Apple's cheek. "Don't deny how much this turns you on. If you're going to be a filthy, desperate little wreck, then accept it." Her voice was edged with a cruelty absolutely unheard of before, one that made Apple shiver as she heard it. "This is getting you off, and the only thing worse than disobedience is lying." She reached that same hand into Apple White's hair, the slightly disheveled blonde smearing with wet as she gripped the hair tightly and pulled her head back sharply. Leaning in eagerly, Raven went for another bite, this time on a much more primed and ready neck, teeth sinking deep into the skin and making the girl wince and twist in agony.

"Raven," Apple whimpered. "P-please! I stood up for you against everyone. I swore to them that you weren't what they said you were and to just give you a chance, why are you doing this to me?" Her thighs rubbed together as Raven was at least right about one thing; whether she liked it or not, Apple's pussy was leaking all over the place, her wriggling thighs drenched with the sticky quim drooling from her puffy slit. She couldn't help herself though; how could she? How could anyone? She burned with a growing heat that seemed impossible to break.

Once Raven had enjoyed her fill of Apple's neck, she finally pulled back, licking her lips as she let go of her and began to circle around the girl, back to where Apple couldn't see. That was where she'd hidden the table lined with all of her "toys", the assorted things she wanted to inflict her to and use on her. "I think you'll be singing a different tune by the end of the night," she said, grabbing hold first of a candle holder and drawing the lit black candle from within it. "But you're also going to have to learn a few things about yourself that you never wanted to know." Her lips spread into a wicked, excited smile as she circled back around Apple and held the candle near her chest, very slowly leaning it forward and waiting patiently.

Apple didn't understand what she was looking at, watching enthralled as the flame flickered and danced perilously close to her breast but never actually moved forward; surely Raven wasn't about to press fire to her skin. And thankfully, she wasn't, but the cruel reality made itself known to Apple with quick and unfortunate speed as the sudden drip of wax onto her body made her yelp and hiss, twisting violently about in shock as she felt it trickle down onto her skin. The heat was intense as molten wax settled down, stinging for a moment with more pain than she could help but scream in the face of, before cooling rapidly and subsiding, leaving no damage but the reminder of pain and the presence of cooled black wax on her breast.

"Why would you do this to your friend?" she asked, still not understanding, still twisting about, but all she received was a wicked glare and more wax. Another trickle of it onto her breast, this time spaced out with a few drops spread across a couple inches of tit flesh, made her yell again. The punishing trickle was too much even within only moments of it beginning and she had no idea how to do anything to cope with this except for twist about and beg for mercy.

"Because I want you to accept that you love pain," she snarled, grabbing hold of the other breast and lifting it up gently. It was a modest handful of breast in her grip, and as she palmed it from underneath, she guided the nipple to where she needed it to be, holding the candle a bit higher up and letting the hot wax drip onto it. The more sensitive skin of Apple's nipple being hit with the sudden heat of molten wax brought on the most vigorous reaction yet, and Apple's dismay and agony was Raven's intense, gleeful reward as she watched. "I can see it in your eyes, Apple. You just need to submit and beg me to give you release, and I promise that you won't have to suffer anymore."

But all Apple could do was whine as the searing pain continued to wear her down, a twisting feeling within her that hardly seemed to persuade her to accept Raven's requests. Why would she ever want to? She was being held captive here, bound and tortured with hot wax in a dungeon, and it wasn't something she loved at all, no matter how wet her thighs got, no matte how much her legs began to rub together. It was simply unthinkable to imagine that she would love pain. How could anybody? Pain was pain was for a reason, after all.

As she received little more than sad, pathetic noises from her sub, Raven continued to drip the wax down, leaving black droplets across her breasts. The rapidly cooling wax left her tits dotted with black that fooled slowly together and in some places even overlapped. "I'm having too much fun with this," she confessed, licking her lips as she stared at the squirming girl at work. There was something so twistedly delightful about subjecting her to this punishment, to making her make such vulnerable noises as she was laid into and tormented eagerly by her captor. "We'll both enjoy this more when you decide to admit how good it feels, but until then, I think I can have my own kind of fun just making you suffer." She licked her lips, a bit crazed and wicked now as she dripped the wax down onto Apple's stomach next.

More pain. More agony. The rapidly cooling wax maybe not have left any permanent damage, but the pain left their echoes wherever the wax dropped and she could feel the lingering ache where the surge of heat had hit her skin. The more wax she took, the more tired she got, less and less ready to handle the next drip of pain as it become something that rather than getting used to she was simply worn down by. There was no making this better, no progressing past this. As much as she wanted to and tried to, she simply couldn't overcome the harsh, encroaching effects of pain building up and becoming harsher and harsher.

A streak of cooled wax drips were steadily dropped onto Apple's neck until she had something that looked like a necklace, which drew a smile wide across Raven's lips. "A gift, to you," she said happily, as she finally withdrew the candle, watching the squirming, already tired and weak Apple sit there in agony. She bit her lip and soaked it all in for a moment before finally stepping back. "It looks like you've learned how to handle the wax well enough that I'll need to find some other way to break you," she sighs wistfully, circling back once more around to the table behind Apple, keeping her from being able to see what she sought next.

Being left alone proved even worse for Apple than being able to see Raven standing in front of her; even with a sadistic smile broad across her face, at least she was with someone, and could see what was being done to her. But with the table kept behind her she was left utterly in the dark and unable to even fathom what may have sat behind her, what cruel devices and awful misuses awaited her. It left her squirming and feeling vulnerable and weak, not sure what she was about to get into or how badly things were about to get for her as she hung in loneliness and thought, with her mind slowly coiling tightly around pure panic. She couldn't help herself as her mind ran wild with all manner of horrible ideas of what could have been next for her.

And even worse for Apple was that the reveal didn't come with Raven circling back around her, but with a harsh impact as a large wooden paddle came crashing down onto Apple's entire ass with a single harsh strike. "Raven!" she screamed as she felt it, the swell of pain from somewhere else entirely, broad enough not to leave anything sharp to hurt but proving so strong that it left the burning wax feeling like it was nothing as she twisted and kicked about, struggling to handle the sudden burst of sensation that followed. It was harsh, aggressive, and left her feeling like she hadn't even yet seen the worst of what Raven was going to do to her as the rapid escalation left her head spinning.

"You always did have a nicer ass than me," Raven purred, paddling her friend again. "I was never jealous though, mostly because I knew that one day, I'd be able to do this to it." A third strike, and each time, Apple's screams were a little bit quieter as she sank back into defeat and acceptance, while growing a little more pained as the stinging sensation of being spanked left the effect compounding harshly. "Not only getting my revenge, but being able to subject such a cute ass to such awful things." When she hit Apple's ass with strikes spread apart, Raven was able to bring her full strength down, but she knew that it was good to keep things fresh, and brought a few rapid strikes down on for a change to draw more whines and yells from Apple's lips.

Through it all, the blonde's perky rear bounced, growing slowly pinker and sorer as each strike down onto it left its stinging mark. The paddle was broad enough to hit more than the entirety of Apple's ass, and to not leave any acute stinging sensations, allowing her to go at her longer while doing more damage overall. And it was driving Apple up the wall in agony. "Raven! Please, this is too much. I don't know why you're doing this all to me, but I can't take any more. It hurts too much!"

"It's supposed to hurt," she snarled harshly, winding up for a hard one as she slammed it down hard enough to make Apple kick forward and yell, rattling against the chains atop her before she slumped back down, her ankles dragging along the floor as she whined. "You're supposed to be so sore that you can't sit tomorrow. That's the whole reason I'm doing this." She brought another harsh strike before before stopping briefly to reach around Apple, sticking her hand between her legs and stuffing fingers into her pussy once more. "Ooh, and it looks like you're even wetter now than you were when we started."

Fingers started to pump quickly into Apple, making her whimper and hang her head in shame. As she felt the digits probing her, it was undeniable that she was indeed much, much wetter. So wet that her quim trickled down the hand and wrist of the woman aggressively touching her, and she couldn't help but roll her head back and whine as the signs of her clear, desperate arousal came with a sudden swell of undeniable sensitivity. Her body was so receptive to every last bit of touch that she felt, and it drove her absolutely mad as she tried her best to ignore it, to rationalize it away and refuse fervidly to accept what was happening to her, but she couldn't. Not easily, not really.

Another slap across her cheek with a slick hand left Apple whining as the fingers then pushed aggressively into her mouth. "Clean your mess off of my hand," Raven said, harsh and riding high on the wave of pure, cruel dominance that kept her high and absolutely elated as she started to fingerfuck Apple's mouth, pumping the digits in and out with a way that did little to do anything other than force Apple to submit to her more and more.

As she did so, Raven's other hand slapped against her ass, grabbing hold of the perky, round cheeks and squeezing them as she toyed with her body. The aggressive fondling made Raven's chest swell with delight as she had before her a chance to really put Apple through her paces, to make her squirm and twist and guiltily whine as she was mercilessly groped and treated like Raven's property. The more that Raven felt of the thrill of so utterly using Apple's body for her own twisted delights, the hotter she got herself, driven by a sick sense of delight as she remained not only in control, but able to do whatever she wanted to the pretty, vulnerable body before her. Nothing could stop her now as she rode the high of domination. Her own pussy was soaked and her panties clung to her mound as she got too riled up to even think clearly, but she didn't let that stop what she was doing to Apple. The power she held over her was more than enough to push her toward her feverish edge all the same.

There was something about the growing pressure on Apple that she couldn't take, as her ass was fondled and the fingers kept probing her mouth, pulling out only so that Raven could slap her cheek again before drawing her hand all the way back. The abuse she endured was maddening and she had no idea how to stop it, how to do anything to fight Raven's sadistic urges and the harsh way she pressed onward with eager, reckless fury.

Raven grabbed the paddle again, and Apple expected it, but expectation did little to help the pain as the flat wood crashed down harshly upon her ass once more, making her yell and buck. Words weren't even bothering to come out amid her screams anymore, just noises of frustration and agony as Raven continued her expertly guided and furious abuse.

"Don't pretend you're not getting off on this. We both know what I felt down there." As Raven taunted her, Apple's pussy dripped even more, running down her thighs and leaving her sticky and slick as she was tormented by her body's twisted reaction to this all. "And it's a shameful thing. You must be so embarrassed to have me know you're a masochist. Or maybe humiliation is part of your thing too, and you're getting off on this."

All Apple did was whine in return as the spanking continued, the pain and heat swelling hotter within her, the ferocity behind every cruel thing done to her proving still more than she could although that limit seemed constantly tested and pushed with each new humiliation. But she held steady against it all, biting her lip and trying to be as silent as possible against the harsh, cruel words that continued to dig in so ferociously. She wouldn't give Raven the fucking delight of actually hearing her beg or try to argue against what she was saying; arguing against her lies would only give them power.

"Or maybe you're secretly just so happy that finally, someone is willing to treat you like you always wanted to be treated." The spanking simply did not let up as Raven dug in harshly with the paddle, staring at the reddening ass that must have hurt so much after all those impacts, but she couldn't help but admire the way that Apple was starting to power through it; it was a good sign to her that she had best figure out a new way to torment her. "You can't hurt yourself well enough to get off on it, but a filthy masochist like you can't get off without it, can you? I bet this is the wettest you've ever been before, because you've never been able to spank yourself as good as I am right now, and it's better than you ever imagined it would be."

The way that words twisted together made what Raven said next hurt so much, as the villain's lips pressed right up to her ear and she said, "Because I've woken up in the middle of the night and caught you, ass up in the air, one hand between your legs and fingerfucking yourself as hard as you could, while the other slapped a binder down against your ass. I know that you get off on pain, and you never bit down on that pillow hard enough to convince me otherwise." She clamped her teeth back down onto Apple's neck as she spoke.

Something within Apple just gave up at that point, as the entire charade she'd been trying to construct fell apart hard and she found herself whimpering like only someone truly, harshly embarrassed by the truths being unloaded could. Every word of it was true, to her rampant dismay, and she let out the most humiliated of noises as she found herself unable to disprove Raven.

"That's what I thought," she said, licking her lips as she placed the paddle down. "Now then, tell me how much you love pain, and beg me to fuck your pretty little princess pussy, and maybe I'll give you what you want."

A sharp, quivering breath left Apple feeling low as she whined, "Please fuck me." Her head hung down as the words flowed too easily past her lips, taking on a quivering sense of truth and bare honesty that left her squirming against her bindings. "I--you're right. I do try to spank myself while I masturbate. Pain gets me off so much, and everything you've done to me tonight has felt so good. I'm sorry for being in denial, but now I need to accept it. I'm a dirty masochist, and I need you to fuck my soaking wet pussy as hard as you can."

As Apple begged, Raven had pulled her dress up and her panties down, slipping into the hardness of a double-ended strap-on. She sank the proper end into her self and then grabbed hold of Apple's hips, catching the girl utterly off guard as she slammed forward and drove the phallus into her with a single harsh stroke. It was clearly a lot for Apple to take in--in more ways than one--as she was filled by the shaft, yelling in elation and struggle all at once. On one hand, she was filled up and given the pleasure she craved, the dildo sinking gladly into her and making her twist about excitedly. On the other, it was not exactly an easy fit as Raven had predictably gone with one slightly too big for Apple's own good. But then, maybe that was the point.

Raven started to fuck Apple, and that was when even the domme began to lose a bit of control, groaning as the end of the toy buried in her own needy pussy filled her with a burning sense of need and excitement. "You belong to me," she groaned, fingers dug into her hips as she slammed harshly forward and started to work herself up for a mad dash of pure aggression. She didn't hold anything back, slamming eagerly forward as she started to fuck Apple with all the pent up frustrations she had incurred through the course of dominating her. "And I'm going to make sure you know who owns you."

"Nngh, you do," Apple whined, giving in without a fight, ready to just accept whatever she was told, accepting Raven's word and her commands. "You own me. I'm yours, and I'll let you do anything you want to me. Fuck me, hurt me, I don't care, it all feels so good!" She bit her lip, thrashing against her bindings as she took it all in stride, the savage pace with which she was fucked driving her up with wall with pure, tingling bliss. It felt so good from every direction, and she even found herself pushing her very perky and very sore ass back against the thrusts. It didn't matter if each push back left her aching; that only complimented the feeling.

Slapping Apple's beaten ass hard as she slammed forward, Raven relished in the control, in the ease with which Apple let everything just break away and strip all of the lies to bare the honesty of how much she craved this. Her other hand went up to Apple's hair, wrapping it around her hand and pulling on it as she leaned in and sank her teeth down into her neck, making her whine and yell as she was clamped down on and forced to endure the searing pain of being bitten. The sensation was harsh and made Apple cry out in frustration and agony as she took it all. Her pale neck was so ripe and vulnerable that Raven couldn't help but lean forward and sink her teeth back down into it, this time biting down from behind.

Unable to be worn any further down and now just ground into the debauchery of the high she was riding, Apple moaned as she was bitten and spanked and had her hair tugged on, all while a too large dildo fucked her pussy hard and fast. It was so much pleasure from every conceivable angle, an intoxicating swell of "too much" that left her moaning as she dripped onto the floor with need, her sloppy twat leaking as she was given the harshest of treatments. But it felt so good, leaving her to lose herself utterly in the pleasure that she charged forward into with guiltless abandon. There was nothing she could have wanted more than this. It was so simple, so crude, so inelegant and brutal. Nothing gentle, nothing sweet, just the raw craven use of her body as she was subjected to pain and lust in equal measure.

There was nothing apologetic about the way Raven fucked Apple, because she didn't have to anymore. She owned her, the tight body she had shackled up having become her new plaything, and she didn't hesitate in the least to go all out on her and subject her to all the harshness and brutality she could muster, fucking her deep and relentlessly, which in turn left her aching in delight. It was a potent motivator to go all out and to fuck Apple in a way that was sure to leave an impression, giving her a brutal and violent "first" that she could never forget. Hands up over her head, covered in wax and with her ass so red it was almost radiating heat, Apple was having the kind of first time that hardly befit a princess.

But the brutality and wrongness was what made it so incredible for Apple, as she embraced a special kind of wrongness. There was nothing she could possibly deny about the pleasures that felt low and beneath her, made all the stronger by the fact that she shouldn't have been loving them as much as she did. Spanked and abused, submissive utterly to the whims of a woman who sought to drag her down low, and all Apple could do was relish in how fucking good it all felt as she was driven closer and closer to the edge.

It all went so fast that Apple didn't even realize until it was much too late that she was cumming. It just hit her hard, like a ton of bricks bearing down hard upon her making her scream as she threw her head back and leaned into the harsh bite as her spine arched and she lost herself, toes curling against the floor as it all hit her. Pulsating waves of pure bliss tempered by the dripping of her needy pussy as she lost herself utterly, so gone that she didn't even realize she was screaming in delight, silenced only by the thick walls of the dungeon around her. It was almost disorienting as she took it all, as her body discovered the raw thrill of getting fucked into a mind blowing orgasm.

Raven slammed into Apple, burying the toy to the hilt inside of Apple as she came too, snarling and moaning loudly as she bit her neck and slapped her ass again, shivering as the addictive thrill hit its amazing high peak, and then as she slipped back down, immediately, a crushing weight settled down onto her, one that made her stumble back, almost reeling and shuddering as her hands quickly reached up to undo Apple's cuffs.

Having not expected to be cut loose, Apple nearly dropped to her knees, whimpering as she turned slowly back around to look at Raven, who seemed shaken and thrown for a loop as she stood there. "Are you okay?" Apple asked, and all the weakness in her voice left her as she stepped forward slowly.

Raven damn near threw herself at Apple as she shuddered, feeling nearly like she was about to break into tears. "I'm sorry," she said, shivering as Apple slowly guided her down to the floor, seating her down in her lap and sighing. Raven nuzzled into Apple's neck and tried her best to hold together. "That was so cruel, I'm sorry for doing all of it to you."

"It's okay," Apple said, fingers slowly running through her girlfriend's hair. "I asked you to do all of it, remember? And I'm really happy with it; you did very well! Especially for someone who had her doubts. You're a natural at this."

"I don't think I want to be a natural at hurting you. I love you." She had been willing to play along with Apple's kinks, to make their first time as special as Apple wanted it to be, experimental and heavy rather than something sensible or rooted in the least bit of logic, and it had left her a bit shaken. Playing the cruel role of domme had been quite the high when she'd been doing it, but now the guilt began to catch up with her and she was in no way prepared for that as she sat there.

"You didn't hurt me," Apple said, even if having her bare ass on the cold stone floor was, for all the coolness soothed her, rampantly uncomfortable. "You made me the happiest girl in Ever After."

"Okay," Raven said shakily, still having a few of her doubts as she nodded. "But, could we just--how about we do something like a normal couple now, and just cuddle and make out, and see where it goes?"

Apple nodded slowly, kissing the top of her girlfriend's head and sighing. She'd been hoping Raven would have come around to what they were doing and realized how fun it was, but if she wasn't ready it wasn't ready. "Whatever you say, my love."

[El Heffe]

Here's a multi chapter piece from Hooked on Phoenix

Ben 10 Sexathon

K8-E and the Case of the Dick Sucking Selfie

In the sprawling, squalid streets of Undertown, it was easy for the young or the uninitiated to become lost in the chaotic urban spread. The shops and bazaars of the central plaza littered the city-beneath-a-city like clinging flotsam to a shipwreck, and made it both difficult to navigate and a fascination to maneuver through. The collection of streets and shops and cutbacks that made up the reconstructed alien realm beneath the streets of Bellwood were the area’s lifeblood. Somewhere, within that space of otherworldly society, a hero was being led off into a dimly lit alley by an adoring fan.

“I’m… I’m so glad you came!” She exclaimed, her voice animated and enthusiastic. The young Kineceleran practically bounced on her metabolically-enhanced blue legs, her wheeled feet rolling back and forth across the ground as though she could barely think straight with how fast her mind was going. Her words followed along at a decent clip, as well: “I know this isn’t the type of thing you do and- and I know we’ve only hung out a couple times like at that soccer game and all but Ireallywantedtotalktoyou and-”

The words all caught up in her mouth so quickly that her tongue seemed incapable of matching the frenetic pace at which her mind was going. She’d unconsciously taken Ben Tennyson’s hand with her three blue, grasping fingers, pulling him along by the arm as she led him deeper into the back alley. Had this been anyone else besides one of the troop of fast-talking, swift-legged beings who had befriended him in his forays through the streets of Undertown, Ben might have been worried. As it was he was genuinely curious as to what she had to show him.

“Katie, slow down!” He said, pronouncing her real name ‘K8-E’ like a human would. The young hero laughed as she seemed to all but wilt in his presence. Her spine twisted this way and that as she shifted in her stomach-baring blue tube top and short shorts, her lithe body displaying itself in pleasing ways in the low light. The piercing ring at her belly button jingled as she leaned back and forth from one leg to the other, constantly shifting weight and swaying back and forth upon her tail. “Ha, you’re gonna tug my arm off! What’s the rush? Is it-”

Her speed was so impeccable that Ben didn’t even realize she’d taken him by his shoulders and shoved him against the wall before he hit it with his back and felt the wind fly from his breath. “Oof!” He grunted as she pressed forward, her taller body but smaller frame crunching up against him as she unhesitatingly planted a hard kiss upon his face. Sure in the fact that they were alone, the alluring alien pressed her black lips and angular face to his, savoring the sensation of her human companion as she moved so close that Ben could hear her heartbeat.

His green eyes opened, partially surprised, partially pleased at the turn of events as he felt her kiss and pull her head back immediately, as though stricken with a sudden explosion of action before becoming immediately bashful about it. “I-I-I-I…” She trailed off, a visible bluish blush drifting across her face. Despite not having pupils, Ben could tell that her eyes were focused squarely on him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I just… I really wanted to do that. Y-you’re so awesome and I wanted to congratulate you for capturing that chicken guy and-” She stopped mid-sentence, aghast at the even way Ben studied her with his eyes. She blushed harder and began to babble faster: “I got it a-allonmyphone!” She produced the yellow item in question and displayed it in front of Ben’s face, as though to prove the veracity of her words.

Ben lightly pushed the phone out of the way, quirking an eyebrow and putting a hand against her face. K8-E’s eyes closed and she let out a heavy breath, her inhales coming in rapid succession. Had she been any race other than the long-faced blue lightning bolts that were the Kinecelerans, he might have thought that she was hyperventilating. As it was, Ben leaned up on his toes and planted a returning kiss to the bridge of her face, between her eyes and mouth where a human nose would be. She didn’t pull back when he did.

“It’s cool.” He said, and she let out a giggle, “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’ve been watching you, too.”

“N-not on video, I hope!” She said, and he laughed.

“No,” He agreed, feeling the erection building in his pants as one of her hands began to hover around his crotch. “Definitely not on video.” He took her by the wrist and guided her there, planting her hand firmly against the bulge in his pants. K8-E twisted in surprise, but quickly got into the spirit of things, jerking at Ben through his pants as he stood, pressed against the alley wall. “I can go XLR8 if you want.” His hand went to the side of her narrow neck and K8-E moaned.

“I-itsfine!” She blurted out. “I… I like Ben. You.” The long, elliptical black helmet she wore atop her head almost made her look like she had a bob cut. It shook from side to side as she continued to jerk him off. Stepping back upon her rear-facing knee joints, the young Kineceleran got down onto her shins, her hands coming to rest around Ben’s pants and pulling them purposefully off of his body. “I’ve a-always wondered what a… what you look like underneath!”

“It’s pretty much the same as a Kineceleran’s junk,” Ben joked, “Only bigger.”

Despite his own mocking tone, the look that came to K8-E’s face made him smile, his hand going to her forehead. His erect cock flopped out and stood proudly in the open air as the alien’s mouth watered over it. “I… I can see!” She said, a wide smile growing on her face. “D-d’you mind if I taste it?”

Ben didn’t even have time to answer before the alien had opened her mouth and began to suck upon the head of his penis. Despite her own bedazzlement she seemed supremely at ease handling a different species’ sex parts, her fingers nimbly taking his long shaft in hand and beginning a series of slow, strenuous strokes… apparently the ancient tradition of a handjob was universal in all lifeforms. She fished her phone from her pocket, dangling the tip of his cock across her tongue as she turned her head to the side and gave her best carefree smile, winking into the camera. “Selfie!” She said, the yellow phone’s camera clicking audibly as she began to lick at the base of the head and kiss the shaft. She kept up her blowjob at the same speed that she kept taking pictures.

“Woah!” Ben said, reaching down to put his palm over the lens, obscuring the image of K8-E winking as she formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger around his sex. Her lips suckled upon the head of his sex like he was a delicious lollypop. “No dick pics! I’ve got a hero reputation to maintain!” She pulled back, staring up at him from her compromising position as her hand jerked and bunched the skin of his manhood back and forth in rapid movements. The smile she gave him was wide and enthusiastic.

“Come on, Ben!” She said, her voice alluring in its entreaty, “It’s just your naughty bits! I promise I won’t share this, its just- erm…” Her hand began to move in a blur upon his crotch, causing the young Plumber to groan and burst a large load across her face. She licked her lips and laughed, “For ‘personal’ viewing.”

Ben laughed too, his hand moving to stroke the top of her forehead as she leaned down again, her mouth latching onto his still spurting manhood as her black lips suctioned greedily against his body. She bobbed her neck in quick, jerking movements, her throat making a sloppy guk, guk, guk, as she engulfed Ben in alien saliva. Ben’s hand removed itself from her phone’s lens, and he took her head in both hands. “F-fine…” He said, bending his back forward as she began to take more of his length into her mouth. “But at least keep my face out of it- I don’t think the Plumbers want their flagship mascot’s face plastered across every porn site from here to Planet Kinet.”

K8-E pulled her head off of him, resisting for the moment the gentle pull of his hands as he goaded her to resume her facefucking. She smiled shyly, the threads of white cum still coating her blue face as she stared hungrily up at Ben’s open, aroused expression. “Hm, you know I don’t think there’s all that much human intergalactic porn, now that I think about it.”

“That’s genuinely surprising.” Ben said, groaning as K8-E resumed her stance. “Do I want to know, how you know that?” Instead of answering, she dove down hard upon his length, her head bobbing so deeply she nearly took him to his base, before darting back, revealing the pink flesh of his thickness from her black lips like a magic trick. She continued like this, coating him in saliva and assorted seminal fluids as her head kept bobbing farther and farther. Her eyes scrunched as she forced herself to suppress her gag reflex, her throat expanding visibly from the presence of the thick meat in her mouth.

She took a series of photos in rapid succession: one with her near the tip, her lips pouting out as she all but kissed his lower head; a second farther down, her eyes closed as she blinked and shoved against him with aggressive zeal; and then finally the third: with her at the end of him, her forehead bumping against the bare skin of his stomach, her lips spread wide to devour his cock while her fingers around the base formed the cushion to brace herself.

Ben felt his back press against the wall, his hands against the back of K8-E’s head like handholds as she face fucked herself, mashing her lips to his base as he felt yet another orgasm billow up from inside him. His balls churned as another load deposited itself, this time deep in the Kineceleran’s throat. K8-E, naughty minx that she was, recorded the video of her throat swelling with his ejaculation, and swallowing his load for posterity.

Holding the golden phone beneath her inhaling chest like a talisman for posterity, she pressed the red record button and held it up in a panorama closeup. The camera recorded, trailing from her bobbing chin down the length of her spasming mouth; it captured the clear delineating outline of Ben’s sex as he drove into her, his mushroomed head peaking out near the bottom of her neck as her small adam’s apple struggled to swallow the building spurts of cum that careened down her throat in a desperate attempt to impregnate her stomach.

Undeterred by the explosion of masculine arousal, the alien pulled free from Ben’s large rod in one, swift motion. She gasped in a breath, her lips curling into a wide smile immediately as she displayed the wet, sticky cock to the air. The hand that held the phone dexterously pressed a few buttons, capturing the whole act from a bottom-up perspective, recording in slo-mo. Ben was both impressed and embarrassed by her aggressive ardour. “Haha, you really do want to record everything, huh?”

“I’m getting what I can, while I can!” She replied, letting go of her grip on his penis, allowing it to twitch and bounce freely of its own accord as she swiped her fingers across her face, freeing herself for the most part of the cum that had stained it. She licked them clean, her tongue sliding sensually across her lips as she flashed him a wide smile. “You taste amazing.”

“It’s the Mr. Smoothies,” He joked, stroking his finger along the black line of her cheek. K8-E giggled and leaned into his touch. “They make everything taste better.”

“Mmm…” She said, taking his cock in hand and slapping it against her cheek. She nuzzled the thing, her face adopting a look of contentment. “I think it’s more than that, Ben.” She kissed his shaft. “I think it’s you.” Her other arm, carrying the phone, lifted to her side again, her face turning to pose as she scrunched her face up against his erection. She gave a glittering smile as the Kineceleran held up two fingers in victory, her head pressing his cock tight in a vertical line up his stomach, causing her to catch the side of his body in the frame. Getting in on the fun, Ben placed a hand atop her head, pulling her closer. The camera flashed, and she was back to kissing and licking him.

She held his long spit-soaked sperm shooter at a horizontal angle, her hand moving at an even faster pace, lacking the normal friction that would have come from dry skin. She began to build up momentum, her arm jacking in faster and faster intervals till it was a blur to Ben’s eyes. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes as he felt the push and pull of her go into overdrive, her eyes locked to his as she pointed his head straight at her face. At the last second, she circled his swelling head, her lips forming a perfect vacuum to dip his ejaculating erection into. Ben came yet again, his back shivering as he felt himself overcome by the heady handjob she granted him. Her fingers tightened imperceptibly as he came, her grasp contracting his urethra just enough that the cum came more packed than before, adding an element of pleasured release to his already used length.

K8-E held herself there, as if dangling from a precipitous drop. The two remained alone in the alley, though Ben had no idea how, given the loud, slurpy sounds she was making and the lurid way she kept them on the edge of public visibility. Instead of swallowing, her cheeks bunched, ballooning outwards as she took in more and more of his latest load. She continued to jerk him, her face scrunching in concentration as she focused on the exclusive intent of sucking as much out of him as she could. At last Ben’s orgasm petered out, and she pulled off of him, his slit still dripping with small bits of cum. She lifted her head, holding up her phone to him, indicating he should take it from her. Not comprehending, he hesitatingly picked it up.

The reasoning became abundantly clear, however, when she held her hands up, creating a box with her fingers like she was holding an imaginary camera. She squinted one eye and depressed her index finger, pretending to click the shutter closed, before smiling at him, her cheeks still bulging. Taking the hint, Ben flipped her phone around, seeing K8-E through the eyes of her own camera lens. A small dribble of cum leaked from the corner of her mouth as she lifted her head, her mouth opening as she displayed the abundant bounty she’d collected within her wide maw. Her tongue lolled out, her hands moving up to form twin thumbs-up to the camera. Inside her mouth, her licking appendage jutted up from a lake of milky white fluid like the tongue of a spoon in a cereal bowl. The liquid swirled as she rotated her tongue around her lips, leaking some of it down her cheeks as she posed for the camera. Ben took the photo.

The Kineceleran was not done yet though, and she put a steadying hand against his thigh to indicate he should keep the camera level. Doing as she asked, Ben watched as K8-E’s mouth closed, her chin wobbling as she forcefully drank from the well of spooge she had made with her closed throat. It took her several gulps, her blue throat bobbing as she made audible sounds of swallowing that filled the air. At last she opened her mouth, smacked her lips and took in a heavy breath. Without missing a beat she stuck her tongue out again, displaying her empty throat and still slick, pearlescent teeth. She flashed him the identical thumbs up and Ben took another photo.

“I didn’t know you liked this kind of close up.” Ben said, handing her back the phone case and lifting her gently to her feet. The Kineceleran wobbled slightly on her legs, clearly out of breath but by no means displeased by the act that they had just participated in. “Next time, let me know what you want to do,” he trailed one finger across her cheek and she smiled, “-and maybe we can find someplace a little more comfortable than an Undertown alley to meet, huh?”

“I’d- I’d like that.” She said, blushing again as the heavy atmosphere of sex wore off and her self-confident persona ebbed away. “I promise I won’t put you up on any-”

“Don’t worry!” Ben replied, chuckling to himself as he pulled up his pants. He was still aroused enough to sport an erection, but he really had to get to that meeting with Lucy. “I’m pretty sure I’m already up there, somewhere.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before turning away to rush down the alley to his already tardy appointment. “I’ll see you around, Katie.” He said, his face so close she could feel his breath. K8-E blushed deeper this time.

“You too, Ben.”

[El Heffe]

Lucy the Lenopan and the Shapeshifting Hand

The daylight streaming down upon Bellwood was a jarring contrast to the murky darkness of Undertown, and as Ben Tennyson ran headlong through the streets of Bellwood, he put an arm above his head, quietly reminding himself to start bringing sunglasses after long stints in the sewers. He nearly bumped a passing pedestrian as his footsteps all but skidded to a halt in front of the corner near his destination. As he rounded the last block he saw it: the tall, smiling shake-shaped billboard of his favorite abode: Mr. Smoothy. The cartoonish, grinning anthropomorphized smoothy cup gazed gladly from his perch as Ben eagerly sprinted the last few steps to the door, praying that he wasn’t late. The bell jingled as he entered.


He stepped into the restaurant of his dreams, a smiling gaze turning momentarily to look at the ever quirky and constantly updating menu of the larger than life deliciousness dispensary. Ben glanced around, but did not see his second cousin anywhere. Shrugging, he stepped into line to get his own well-deserved meal. After what had happened with K8-E just a few minutes before… maybe something boosted with electrolytes. Moving quickly to the front, he ordered a simple grape flavored one for himself, and - in a fit of playfulness - a salmon-lime variant he had recently tried. Mr. Smoothy was astonishingly liberal in their idea of ‘flavors.’


“Could you make sure the salmon one is marked on the bottom ‘L’ with a marker?” Ben asked the bored looking fat man with an apron over his chest. He squinted at Ben through his beady little eyes before nodding, taking one of the cups and coloring it with black. Ben eagerly took the tray from his hands. He slid calmly into a two seat table, putting her tainted smoothy out in front of him and blithely sipping upon his own, tasty choice. A cat’s curl of a smile swept up to him.


That smile swiftly died as Ben tasted the sudden splash of an alpine river on his tongue, followed by the sharp tang of fish. “Gah!” He sputtered, reflexively spitting out the junk. “What was that? I thought I-?” There was an aftertaste of citrus that failed to improve the situation. “Ugh! What in the-” He tilted the cup’s underside, there was no ‘L’ on the bottom. He quickly peeled open the cup to his cousin’s drink and found it to be colored a pristine, untouched purple. Ben’s hackles rose. They’d ruined his joke! And the fish… Ben strode up to the counter, confronting the bored looking fat man who had taken his order.


“Hey, uh, sir?” Ben said, “I think you got the order wrong. I said the ‘L’ goes on the salmon one. I drank it myself?”


The man sized Ben up. “Did I get the order wrong?” The sound of a laughing snort filled the air; it was a woman’s voice. “-or are you just an indecent little cousin who just got the tables turned on him!”


Suddenly the worker’s body began to fade away like the rolls of a mudslide. His face and body shifted into indistinct purple before reforming itself as a blonde haired girl with pinkish eyes and a ‘U’ shaped smile. She beamed at him from across the counter. “Psyche! Nice try, Ben.”


“Lucy!” Ben said, letting out an unintentional laugh. Despite his own annoyance, he had to admit that she’d gotten him good. “Well at least I know the Mr. Smoothy staff are still on the ball, then!”


“Really, with the Salmon?” She said, casting a sly glance to him. Her freckles stretched as her smile widened. “C’mon, at least try something I won’t fall for.”


“Are you really supposed to be back there?” Ben said in response, putting his hands chidingly on his hips as he quirked a joking eyebrow in her direction. “I think that sign at the kitchen door says ‘employees only’.”


She winked at him, “Well, it’s a good thing I was servicing the customer then, hm?” Her smile was strangely provocative, like a knife cut up one side of her face at a corner. “Hold on, I’ll be right out.” True to her word, the vexing Lenopan slinked around the kitchen and out the side door, standing directly in Ben’s face. She strode up to him, a cocky grin gracing her lips. “Come on, tell me that wasn’t great!


Lucy was a far cry from the short, bouncy girl of her youth. Despite being technically of a different race, her human side had filled out proportionally to her age. Her slender neck swept down into her characteristic black dress with a red, open collar and sleeves. She’d also grown a genuine bust, which stuck out the white star centered on her dress’ chest like a cannonball as she pushed them out to greet him. Her knee-high white socks accentuated her statuesque legs quite well.


“Beginner’s luck.” Ben said, flicking her forehead. She giggled and hugged him. “Nice to see you, Lucy.”


“Likewise, Ben.” She took his hand, pulling him to a table in the corner, out of direct vision of anyone who wasn’t looking. The store was mostly empty. She put a leg over her knee, her foot bouncing. “So, how’s Earth been, since I was gone?”


“Universe got destroyed,” Ben said, shrugging and leaning back against the high back of the chair, draping his arms across it as though he were some barbarian king surveying his treasure hoard. “I put it back together… mostly.” He took a sip from his actual smoothie, letting out a terse tsk in disdain. “Never did get the grape flavor back to the way it was, though.”


“Maybe you messed up the Salmon one, too.” She said, her pinkish eyes twinkling.


“If only.” Ben said, dropping his tongue from his mouth and making a motion of desperately cleaning it. “Ugh! They weren’t kidding with the blast of lime… it just made things worse!”


Lucy laughed, letting out a hearty snort of approval as she let loose her characteristic chortle. “Oh man, I missed this. Hanging with you.”

“Of course, Lucy.” He said, smiling at the deep, sultry look she gave him as she planted her hands on her chin. “You were always my favorite… Lenopan cousin.”

“Ha!” Lucy said, letting out another laugh. “Such a lofty title! I’ll try to live up to it.”


“Have you met anybody else yet-” Ben started to say, but he jerked in place as he suddenly felt something pressing against his pants from underneath the table. The gentle stroking of toes made him glance up and lock eyes with Lucy; her smile turned lewd.


“No.” She said. “Just you.”


“O-oh,” He replied.The pressing sensation increased its tempo slightly. Ben put his hands purposefully on the top of the table to avoid the physical inclination to push the thing away.


“Come on, Ben.” Lucy said, seeming to sense his hesitation. “It’s been so long since the two of us caught up! You’ve…” Her voice trailed off into a whisper as her foot played idly with the tip of Ben’s rapidly swelling member. “Grown.” She finished, saying it like it was a deep discovery.


“Y-you have, too. In more ways than one, seems like.” Ben said, looking up at her from “And here I was just coming for the smoothies.”


Lucy let out a laughing snort. “Are you sure you didn’t come for me, instead?”


“Not yet.” He said, his face contorting in restrained pleasure as her foot began to jerk at him. “But- ah - give me a minute.”


Her long leg extended beneath the table, stroking him in short, sure bursts. Lucy was smiling in a way that Ben had never seen her wear before. “I always wondered just how much you were packing underneath those silly pants of yours… care to let a sludgepuppy like me cop a feel?” Her toes gripped him expertly at his crotch, his pants shifting up and down in response to her encouragements. Ben let loose a low moan and put his elbows on the table.


“Lucy, we’re-”


“Going to have a lot of fun, now that I’m back.” She finished for him, laughing. “Come on, Ben: let me see!” She winked at him. “I promise I won't get mud on anything.”


“I’m… not sure you get the problem.” He said, reaching under to grasp her leg and purposefully pull her off of him. “We’re cousins.”


“Second cousins-in-law, once removed.” She said, planting her feet firmly upon the ground beneath the table as she quirked an eyebrow. “You can’t get out of it that easy, Ben.”


“I can try.” He responded, feeling the distinct erection within his trousers. The way she smiled at him… “Besides, now’s not exactly the ideal time for- uhn!” Ben jerked in place again as he felt something distinctly wetter and slicker trail up his leg and plant itself against his waist. In a rush his pants were both unzipped and pulled down to his upper thighs. He turned his green eyes to look directly at her. She grinned, holding one hand up in the air and waving. The gesture shifted into a downward pointing motion. Her other hand was under the table-

Ben glanced down beneath the countertop, his eyes widening as he saw Lucy’s shapeshifting arm flow forwards across the distance of the table, planting itself firmly against the base of his cock. Initially it was just an amorphous pile of purplish slime, but quickly her arm shifted into something more solid. He could feel her, like little tendrils that grasped at him with each malleable finger of her hand.


“Now’s the perfect time.” She said, blowing him a kiss across the table with her red lipstick lips. He swore they plumped out in size momentarily as she exaggerated her expression. “After this we have to go back to the Plumbers HQ and reintroduce ourselves! There’ll be no time for fun.”

“I’m sure Gwen’s gonna be thrilled.” Ben said sarcastically, doing his best to ignore the way she began to jerk at him in slow, steady movements. He was now fully erect, his penis pointing into the air as she shifted her arm underneath into something else. A sudden, intense pressure surrounded his dick, and Ben grunted in pleasure as everything became suddenly very… wet. “Oh my g- what are you doing down there?”


“Testing something out.” She said, laughing as she started to stroke him. He was inserted down to the base by this pleasing, convulsing innard of something that moved up and down his length. Ben didn’t dare to bend over and look, but it felt an awful lot like a female vagina. The curvy smile on Lucy’s face as she stared back at Ben told him he was half right. “Do you like it? I made a mold of my- um… human side one day, when I was bored.” Her arm began to move up and down, pulling his thickness back almost to the tip before moving forward again in one long, languid stroke. “Figured it’d be a good way to break the ice between us.”


“A-and my crotch! Ah!” Ben said, struggling to keep his voice down. Despite the pleasure he was getting, he had not been expecting this, so the brazen way Lucy had all but impaled herself with him had caught him off guard. His hips subconsciously began to thrust forward as she shoved deeper upon the faux orifice. “How did you-”


“Practice!” She said, her pink eyes lidding as she looked at the reddening of his cheeks. “You’re cute when you’re bashful, Ben.” Her pace increased, and Ben was forced to plant his hands upon his seat and hold on for dear life as she roughly jerked him. “This isn’t the only thing I can do, you know.”

The sensation of tightness did not relent, but there was some strange addition to the pleasing sensation of vaginal walls contracting around him. Ben did his very best to keep his face level as Lucy’s outstretched hand shapeshifted yet again. Suddenly, wriggling little fingers wrapped around Ben’s cock like a corkscrew. They jostled and squirmed, pulling and jelling against his member with increasing rapidity. Ben groaned. “I- I thought we were here to catch up and get smoothies!” He said, laughing nervously. “Didn’t expect you to get so… handsy.”


Lucy put a cloying finger atop her lips, pouting them as her eyes fluttered at him. “Whatever do you mean? I’m just here, enjoying this ‘lovely’ Salmon smoothy you got for me, and you’re sitting there, all red faced and-”


“I get it!” Ben said, squeezing his eyes shut as her hand was now moving in short, sharp bursts of speed, causing him to lean forward in his chair and bite his lip at the sensation. “I’m sorry, or whatever! Geez, just let up.”


“You think I’m mad at you, Ben?” She asked, tilting her head. Her smile was now practically across her face. There was a blush on her freckled cheeks as well. “I’m about as far away from ‘mad’ as I can be, right now. I’m just sad there isn’t time for more.”


“Fostering further Lenopan-Plumber relations, huh?” He asked, putting a hand atop her purplish goop in an attempt to get her off of him. She didn’t budge, continuing to pull at his pecker. “Must have missed that bit about the handjob in the treaty they signed.”


Lucy laughed, letting out a cute snort of approval. “It was in the fine print.” She said, leaning forward and continuing to churn his shaft with swift, downward trajectories. Her laugh trailed off into an excited moan. “Right between the vaginal clause, and the blowjob corollary.” Her hand’s malleable texture shifted again, and Ben had to close his eyes and tighten his stomach to prevent himself from blowing his load immediately. It felt like a pair of hands were liberally applying strong, intense strokes that alternated across his dick in perfect, bunching attacks. He pushed away his grape smoothie. They remained like that for nearly a minute, Ben casting fearful glances around at the few patrons near the other side of the restaurant who did not seem to notice the cross-species dalliance happening just a few feet away. He could hear a soft, squishing sound as she pressed down upon his base.


“Hey Ben.” Lucy said, breaking the silence of her handjob, “Did you ever have an ‘ideal’ look for someone?” She asked.


“What- hnn… w-what do you mean?” He said. Ben felt nearly ready to burst.

“Oh, I dunno… a favorite look? Long hair…” Subtly, Lacy grew her hair outwards, causing it to trail gently down upon her shoulders. “Short hair…” Her head suddenly swirled into a pixie cut. “Black hair, red hair-” Her hair color shifted in hue from raven to a fiery orange. Ben grunted.


“Stop! They’ll see!”


“No one’s watching but you, Ben.” She said, her eyes locked to him. “Blue eyes-” Her eyes turned into the color of chipped ice, “Green eyes-” her irises became emeralds that stared with unmitigated lust back at him. She licked her lips. “So many options to choose from! And that’s just facial stuff. I’ve been practicing.”


As if from nowhere, her bust spread itself out upon the table. Her ‘shirt’ extended, exposing a mass of cleavage as her impractically massive mammaries set themselves delicately upon the table. She shook them, and they wobbled like true breast flesh. Biting upon her lower lip, the Lenopan shrank herself back to adequate proportions. “I’m really looking forward to being back, Ben.” She said, licking her lips. “I can’t recreate this guy, at all.” She squeezed appreciatively at his member. The hero clenched his teeth and gripped the table, her sensual gaze pushing him over the edge as her surreptitious handjob managed to force him into ejaculation. Bending his back forward in mortified fear that someone might see, Ben began to cum.


He bit his lip, letting out a heavy expulsion of breath as cum flowed up like a faucet from his cock as he burst in Lucy’s enclosing hand. Lucy’s eyes lit up as she watched him, a characteristically wide smile gracing her face as she met his gaze unwaveringly. “I can feel you, coating my hand, Ben.” She said, “I -hm!” She let out a sharp gasp. “Ah! W-wow, I wasn’t… how can you come so much?”


“S-shh!” He exclaimed, Ben’s face a red mess. He was indeed erupting at a superlative rate. He felt the bulging burst of white, sticky goop fire upwards into the waiting embrace. The fact that he knew that Lucy could feel every, single drop of it as she absorbed his sperm was all the more embarrassing; it only seemed to turn her on more. Her face was as flushed as his, and the young Lenopan’s mouth opened, her tongue lolling out longer than a human’s could as she waggled the tip. “This…” She said, rolling her tongue back into her mouth. “In here, next time, Ben. And then… other places.”


“By the omnitrix, I’ve missed having you around.” Ben said, panting as he felt her hand at last withdraw from his nethers. Lucy shifted her weight under the table, her human foot leaning out to gently rub against Ben’s still turgid length. She stroked him once or twice through the sock.


“I’ve missed you too, Ben.” She said, “Sorry about the mud.”


“Sorry about the-” Ben looked down, his bare waist was covered in purple goop, “-Aw!”


Lucy laughed, letting out another one of her trademark sniggering snorts. Swiping his grape smoothie off the table, she brought it up to her lips as she casually walked out the door, her hips twisting and turning in exaggerated movements as she cast a playful gaze back towards him. “Tastes like grape still, to me.” She said, heading out the door.

[El Heffe]

Rook Shar from Revonnah Shags

Ben entered the Plumbers Headquarters feeling drained and weak-kneed from the impromptu hand… job… ‘thing,’ that had happened at the Mr. Smoothy store. He slipped into his Grandfather Max’s plumbing shop, hustling with an unsteady gait towards the bathroom. Any casual observer might have simply assumed he was in desperate need to relieve himself. However, once the door behind him was closed, Ben reached out and pulled the chain that - in a normal establishment - would have flushed the toilet. Instead the hidden elevator activated, and soon the intrepid hero was whisked down into the lower depths of the facility, down to the Plumber’s Headquarters.


Immediately upon stepping out of the elevator, Ben was confronted with an unexpected sight: a young, sprightly Revonnahgander, whose feminine face greatly resembled that of his stoic comrade in arms: Rook Blonko, standing at the entryway. She was decked in traditional Plumber gear: a white collared vest and skirt, cinched at the waist with a utility belt. Her elastic, black arm and leg sleeves ran the length of her slender arms, ending in a set of fingered gloves. Running from her right shoulder to her waist was a sash, where just above her breast sat the Plumber insignia. When the red-eyed youth glanced up, her slitted pupils widened.


“Ben!” She said, a graceful, restrained smile stealing onto her lips. “I was not expecting you to come here for some time.”

“Rook Shar?” Ben said, a look of confusion rising to the hero’s face. The native of Revonnah’s long blue hair turned as she tilted her head in recognition of him. She brushed aside a long lock from her pointed ears, her smile widening. “What are you doing here? I thought you were at the Plumber Academy.”


“I was.” She said. “I am on assignment, learning the layout of Plumber bases, helping with administrative work, dealing with supply and-”


“Ah, boring stuff. Got it.” Ben casually tossed his mop of brown hair behind his head, flashing a cocky smile. “There’s perks sometimes to wearing this thing.” He held up his omnitrix and wiggled his wrist. Rook remained calm and reserved. “Stuff like ‘not dealing with grunt work.’”


“You know, paperwork can be just as important as bombast, Ben.” She said in response. Her purple lips flattening to an unamused line. It almost looked like she’d applied lipstick. “Would you mind letting me inside? I am headed to the filing room.”


“What, the data banks on the main computer not enough to contain all the letters on a few pieces of paper?” He joked, stepping aside and allowing the young Plumber cadet to glide into the cramped elevator with him. In her arms were clutched a series of manilla folders. She held them to her chest like they were priceless artifacts.


“You of all people should know that digital information is easy to access.” Rook Shar replied, turning to look at Ben, her lined face with the dichromic variation of white fur on her face and violet fur on her cheeks and ears, bisected in between by opposing lines of black. “Even Plumber technology can be hacked, or stolen. Sometimes, there is information that is just too sensitive to leave sitting in the database.”


“All right, all right! No need to get defensive. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Ben pressed the button to go to the filing room, surreptitiously glancing over to examine her supple figure. She was very pretty: basically Ben’s stature, but with clear curves delineating her appearance. Ben smacked his hand to his forehead as he realized he had just accidentally forgotten to press the button to his own destination. He was now stuck on a trip deep into the bowels of the base. “So… what ‘sensitive’ information is in those envelopes, anyway?”


“Uh…” Rook Shar glanced down at her feet. Ben could swear he could see a blush build on her face despite the fur. “J-just some human accounting, actually. We still have to pay rent for the building above, to keep appearances up. It is easier to keep the paperwork together so that we do not lose track of it.”


“That’s some world ending duty my Grandpa’s got you running.” Ben said, letting out a good natured laugh. “Next thing you know, he’ll have you doing our tax returns.”


Rook Shar frowned as she held the stack of folders in her grasp. “Actually, I think one of these were labeled... Those are in here-”


The elevator door beeped, sliding open to reveal a long hallway with a series of mundane looking doors sitting on either side. The young Revonnahgander stepped out, tilting her head back to look at Ben for a long moment. “I am actually glad I caught you, Ben: would you mind joining me in the filing room for a minute? I wanted to show you something.”


“Need me to sign something in triplicate?” He said, stepping out of the elevator. He sighed ruefully to himself as the door slid shut… he supposed he could be a little tardy to his task.


“Hardly.” She said, stepping away from him and moving with precise steps down the hallway with her back to him. “Come on. It’s important. Blonko wanted me to tell you this.”


Hearing the earnest tone in her voice, Ben hurried to follow, jogging ahead to catch up to the sombre feline as she swiped the keycard, granting entry to the room. She stepped inside, looking around before turning back and beckoning him in. “Quick, it is top secret.” A tremor of worry worked its way through Ben’s head. After all that had gone on in the last year or so, hearing ‘it’s important’ from Rook’s sister was somewhat alarming.


“What did Rook say?” He said as she cautiously closed the door shut behind them. The far wall was stacked with old filing cabinets but otherwise the room was drab, bare, and empty. Certain that the door was locked, Rook Shar leaned her ear up to it, listening. Now Ben was really worried.


“Rook Shar, what are you-” Before he could get another word out, the sultry alien had dropped her carefully collated folders to the ground, rushing over to Ben and shoving him against the wall. At first he thought that some sort of impostor had come to kill him, but instead she gripped him by his face and planted a deep, lasting kiss to his lips. Leaning forward, the Revonnahgander inhaled deeply from her nose, letting out a shuddering breath as she pulled back, mere microns away from Ben’s eyes.


“I wanted to tell you-” She breathed, “That I have wanted to do that for the longest time.” She kissed him again, her hands grasping his face with reckless abandon as she roughly licked his teeth with her coarse, catlike tongue. Ben’s mouth parted, and their tongues met. Ben unconsciously reached around, planting his hands atop her hips as she held him firm to the wall. “Remember when I told you that most of the girls on Revonnah are infatuated with my brother?” She said, peeling her shirt off in a rush as she flashed him a slutty grin. “I have had someone else on my mind.”


“I-I’d hope so!” Ben joked, pulling her tightly to him as the outline of his erection dug into the core of her navel. She was relentless, moving forward to kiss and nip at his lower lip, pulling it back with her sharp canines before snapping it back to his face. Rook Shar laughed at the genuine red that colored Ben’s face.


“Do I make you nervous, Ben?” She asked.


Ben, his back to the wall, tried to play off his discomfort with bravado. “Of course not! I just… I wasn’t expecting this.”


“...Expecting this from me?” Rook Shar licked her lips, her angular, catlike eyelids lowering as she practically purred in his arms. “I’m not a Young One, Ben. I know what us adults get up to in our time off. As you can see-” She took his hand in hers, pulling it with eager temerity to the back of her body, planting him square on the cushiony black fabric under her skirt. Her ass was soft and gropable, perfect for his touch. “I lost my bi’ntnak. I am a fully mature female.” She was not lying, the long tail that would label her a nameless adolescent was gone, replaced by the pure, unobstructed glory that was her mantled bottom.


Ben’s other hand reached down to grasp the other cheek of her rear, lifting and controrting it within his grasp. Rook Shar let out a heady sigh, placing her arms around Ben’s neck and pulling him to her lips again. She held him fast to the wall, refusing to allow him to move as she furtively grasped with an open hand the thick manhood she had been seeking. “I have heard that humans have very large ‘parts.’” She said, her vermillion eyes gazing like fire into his own. She took another stroke of him. “Is it true?” She asked, as if confirmation were necessary at this point.


“It is.” Ben said, unable for once to come up with anything smart to say. She smelled wonderful, like an aphrodisiac of perfume, but coming directly from her.


“I wish to see.” Rook Shar said. “Perhaps we can both learn something about the other species, today.” She twisted her hips in his grasp, moving with his hands as Ben’s fingers drifted down to the seam in her jumpsuit where her nethers were located. He felt her tense up. “Aah! I-” She let out a breath. “I will take that as a yes!”


Their blood was up. Rook Shar stepped back, quirking her eye as she cast an unabashedly amorous glance Ben’s way. She unbuckled her tool belt in haste, casting it aside as she peeled off her white skirt. Ben reciprocated, undoing his pants and peeling his shirt off in a rush. He was so eager his chin got caught in the neck hole, and he fumbled. Rook Shar giggled, stepping into his space to help him forcefully peel off the clothing. No sooner had Ben removed the offending article than he was pulling at her own. Happy to oblige, Rook Shar pulled her Plumber’s suit off of her in much the same way Ben had, revealing her nakedness.


The streak of blue fur on the side of her face ran down her bare arms, revealing a trio of black stripes near her shoulders that added a flash of feline color to her. The upper half of her chest was pristine, furred white, starting at the base of her neckline and descending in an outline of her bust and ribs. It gave her an exotic look, her nipples poking out from her heaving chest as she smiled at Ben. “You are very pink.” She said, as if the revelation was odd. “How does your skin not get cold without clothing?”


“Simple.” Ben said, stepping forward and pulling her to him. Her bare fur rubbed against his chest. They kissed again. “We find someone else to warm us up.”

Ben kneeled at her sexual altar, taking the seam of her skintight black pants in his teeth as he slowly pulled them off of her, feeling the fur of her stomach with his face as he did so. Rook Shar ran her hands through his brown hair, her fingernails trailing across his scalp in a pleasing display of affection. “Ben.” She whispered, her voice flecked with the distinct accent of her people, tweaked in a distinct way he had never heard before: that of passionate pleasure.


Her scent was even more enthralling when he revealed her vagina, a small, blue-lipped seam in her privates surrounded by a flash of white fur. The contrast was alluring in its exceptionality. Ben, overcome by a heat of the mind, kissed the bulb of her clitoris, his tongue reaching forth to lick against the nub that stuck out from the top of her. Rook Shar gasped, pulling Ben’s head forcefully to her as she made a hard grind against his face. “Mmmm!” She groaned, simulating a slow hip thrust as Ben’s hands pulled her pants down to the top of her thighs.


Unable to wait any longer, Rook Shar pulled at Ben’s shoulders, prompting the young hero to stand erect, both physically and reproductively. The native of Revonnah displayed her natural agility by engaging in an effortless undressing of his person, pulling his underwear free and exposing his manhood to the open air of the filing room. She took him in hand, marvelling at the length and girth as she tugged at him. “Come on.” Ben said, taking charge for the first time in the proceedings by spinning her around and pushing her against the same wall he had done. Without giving her time to recuperate Ben leaned against her, sandwiching his dick between her cheeks as they aligned their bodies tight to one another. Her body heat was noticeably higher than his, her fur serving to insulate and promulgate her inherent, budding arousal. Rook Shar let out a approving squeal of delight, tilting her head back as she began to move in tandem with Ben’s hard, exposed thrusts against her.


Ben felt uniquely close to her, his skin trailing across her fuzz as he felt each and every fiber of her body from his legs to his chest. It enhanced the already intense impromptu sex session, driving both into a near-frenzy of action. He kissed the back of her neck, and Rook Shar in turn jiggled her rear against him, indicating from her heat and wet undercarriage that she was more than ready for him. United in purpose, Ben pulled back from her outjut hips just as Rook Shar reached between her thighs to grip his turgid penis, guiding him like a ship to dock against her vulva. The head teased along the labia, sliding against the exotic genitalia of the alien species before prodding itself against her, finding purchase and sinking in with the slow, trepidative inundation of maleness into her.


“Oh!” Rook Shar said, lifting her neck and closing her eyes as she basked in the feeling of the initial penetration. “Hnng!” She added, her verbosity dissipating in the solid slide of his cock deeper into her. Ben moved his hips forward, enthralled by the unique feel of the Revonnahgander’s tight insides clenching around the intrusion. Rook Shar, eager for more, pressed backwards. Ben placed a hand on the inside of her hip and across her stomach, leaning down atop her back as he settled in to the soothing sensation of her searing snatch.


“How do you want it?” Ben asked, moving with an exaggerated languor as he pulled himself free, exposing the better part of his shaft. Rook Shar whimpered. “Nice and slow, or-”


“Hard.” She growled, twerking her hips to give him an even better angle with which to mash against her. Her hands reached around to grasp his hips and press him tight to her again, adding inches to her dicking as she took the whole of him within her. “As… as hard as you can!”


“Your wish is my-” Ben began, but Rook Shar did not let him finish his own thought. In an instant she was jerking her lower body against him, beginning a rough counter-thrusting that left Ben speechless in its debased ardour. She swallowed his cock with ease, sliding up along the wall so that she was nearly parallel to its incessant verticality, before drawing back again to a more perpendicular angle. Her vagina devoured him eagerly, the internal muscles feeling distinct to that of a human’s: more lithe and toned in its application of constriction. There was a loud, wet, slapping sound signalling her success in initiating such frenzied coitus. Taking the obvious cue, Ben began to respond in kind, pulling his hips back almost to the tip as she leaned forward, before driving firm against her exposed rear.


It was an acute expression of exhilarated stimulation. They did not ‘make love,’ nor did they pause in their erotic endeavors to share a tender moment. It was fucking: pure, unadulterated fornication. A hip-jerk of desire, a lustful itch being scratched again and again by the most sensitive of body parts. Within a minute both were overcome by the other, grunting and squirming in place as they endured the other’s sensual assault. Ben plastered himself to Rook Shar’s pussy, and Rook Shar in turn turned and twisted and rippled along his length, competing to outdo one another by the sanctified zeal with which they banged.


Ben draped himself atop Rook Shar’s body, pulling her back into his lap as he slowed the process, staying deep within her and humping in short, swift bursts. Taken aback by the unexpected change, Rook Shar cried out, her back arching as she came, a tremor coming to her legs as she clenched her thighs and tightened still more around Ben’s bulbous prick. Her arms reached behind her, cupping his rear as she followed the line of his thrusts, squeezing appreciatively whenever he hit a particularly sensitive spot within her. Revonnahgander seemed to have slightly different erogenous zones to humans, and when Ben put a hand against the back of her neck for leverage Rook Shar came again, her mouth opening wide as her blue lips curled into a breathless grin of joy. “Uhn!” She yelled, her tongue hanging out.


Rook Shar bumped her ass backwards, shoving Ben’s hips off of her as she stood up rapidly, spinning around and throwing her arms about him. She planted her lips to his face, biting on his tongue with her canines and drawing blood as Ben pressed her back tight to the wall. Sensing her intent, he lifted her legs into the air, the bending things kicking off her pants as she spread herself for him. She was soaked, the lower half of her body a quagmire of feminine juices as he pressed the head of his cock again to the entrance of her womanhood. She leaned back against the wall, lifting her leg as she stood on the other, draping it over Ben’s shoulder in a remarkable expression of her species’ flexibility. Taking advantage of so obvious a boon, Ben stepped against her, pressing his bare chest to hers. Their upper lips met at the same moment her lower lips kissed his cock, sliding into the now well-lubricated hole as they adopted a new angle with which to pierce the sexual barrier.


Rook Shar dropped her hips onto him, allowing Ben to once again enter her innards in a rank display of enthusiasm. She mewled as he drove into her, her red eyes widening in the yellow sclera as she watched Ben’s expression at the same time he entered her. Ben’s brow clenched, his eyes squinting as he struggled to deal with the amazing feeling of her pussy re-ingratiate itself around him. “Do you like this?” She whispered, her voice high-pitched and lecherous. “Do you like fucking me like this, Ben?”


“Yeah.” He groaned.


“You want to cum in me, Ben?” She said, her slitted eyes dilating as she took his strained visage within her vision. She seemed to be getting even more turned on by her own words. “You want to finish in me as deep as you can?”


“Yeah.” He groaned again, jamming himself deep as he felt her leg clench atop his shoulder.


“Y-yeah?” She murmured in response, as if unsure she had heard him correctly, despite being mere inches from his face. She kissed him again, their tongues trading saliva as they continued to mate in an ecstatic overflow of desire that neither seemed to have expected to explode between them. Ben was now shoving himself as tight as he could against her, causing loud schlicks to echo within the small room.


“Fuck me, Ben.” She said, licking his cheek and planting kisses across his face. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Rook Shar screamed as the penultimate moment arrived, her entire body tensing up as she orgasmed in a fit of wild felicity that was the capstone to the whole of their encounter. Her arms went tight around his back, the feline’s nails dragging down his back in a bracing set of scratches that added a provocative aspect of pain to the proceedings. Rook Shar was almost feral in her physical response to the hard fuck.


Ben was little better, his breath coming out in heavier and heavier exhales from his nose as he struggled to contain his eruption to the conclusion of their copulation. At last he bit down on her shoulder, leaning his head against her neck as he pushed himself as deep as he could go, his urethra filling with the seed of his nuts in an overflow of white liquid. He felt himself fire the first blast within her, filling her birth canal with metric globules of human sperm. Thanks to their competing and mutually exclusive biology, he felt no compunction in blowing his load in her snatch. If Rook Shar’s squeals and throaty coos were anything to go by, neither did his partner’s sister.


“Ohh, Ben.” She gasped, her body habitually humping against him even as the two began to dip down from the sprawling heights of their mutually assured ejaculations. They kissed again, their heavy exhales entering each other’s mouths as they both tried to catch their breath. Rook Shar in particular seemed almost exhausted by the encounter. “That was the best ‘grunt’ work that I have ever done.”


“Don’t…” Ben took in a shuddering breath. “Don’t forget to collate the files when you’re done!” He joked. Rook Shar seemed to only partially grasp that he was being facetious.


“Of- of course!” She said. “But I think I would rather have a few more minutes of this.”

“Definitely.” Ben said, kissing her again. Her eyes watched him as their lips met and cum dribbled from between the tight packing of his still-hard dick in her pussy. “I would take this over taxes any day.”

[El Heffe]

Ben/Way Bad girl

• >Ben Tennison, young shapeshifting hero, lay in his nearly-useless human form in the giant foot print of the alien giant form he was just knocked out of.
• >The cocky kid looks skyward at his opponent, a towering grey female alien wearing black and purple.
• >He knew she was a female based solely on the feminine curves her immodest outfit displayed.
• >Her face was almost obscured by her massive chest.
• >Before he could free himself from the crater, the mutated alien, a Way Bad as they had been dubbed, reached down and picked up the nearly defeated human for inspection.
• >Ben was lifted up, getting an IMAX-like view of the giantess's firm stomach and heaving breasts.
• >He might have had more of a mind to think of her as pretty, with her expressive eyes and mischievous smirk, if she hadn't tried to kill him moments prior.
• >Her motivations now were mysterious to him now, though, as he expected her to stomp down on him upon seeing his fragile state.
• >Instead, Ben watched as a pink tongue came slithering out from the alien's mouth, and slowly drag itself up the front of his body, lingering a bit longer on his face than his body.
• >Ben spit free some of her saliva that got caught in his mouth during her taste test.
• >The Way Bad grimaced at the taste, which Ben was both relieved and disappointed by.
• >Relieved because he figured this meant she wasn't likely to eat him now.
• >Disappointed because...well he wasn't sure why.
• >The whole situation was giving him conflicting emotions, to say the least.
• >Blessed with an idea, Scanty-Bad, as Ben had named her in his mind, brought one of her sharp fingers to his collar and started to drag it downward.
• >The fine precision displayed caused Ben's clothes to be ripped apart, but left his body unharmed.
• >Ben did all he could to move his legs to try and cover his half erect cock, embarrassed even though he wasn't sure if she even knew why a human would have shame in being naked, especially in public.
• >Scanty-Bad found his wriggling adorable, first assuming he was trying to free himself, but upon seeing his body blush, started to put the pieces together.
• >The "wrapping" out of the way, the alien giantess laid out her tongue again, saliva dripping from its dip down onto her purple see-through top.
• >She relished in the shocked expression that the human made upon seeing her tasting organ again, and kept her eyes locked on his face as long as possible while she went in for another taste.
• >This time she was much more delighted with his flavor, and conveyed this with a pleased moan while her tongue slid up his body.
• >Again Ben was disgusted by the demeaning display he was participating in, but not nearly as much as he would have thought.
• >Counter to his cocky persona, his body was betraying him by giving in to the sensations Scanty-Bad was eliciting from him, evidenced by his diminished effort in trying to free himself, and the erection that was slowly forming.
• >Scanty-Bad savored the flavor, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she pulled studied every flavor she had pulled away with her tongue.
• >With no concern on his opinion for her decision, Scanty-Bad tossed Ben toward her open maw, her tongue lulled out slightly to act as a welcome mat for her new guest.
• >Ben barely had time to reorient himself on the slick muscle and make a feeble attempt to escape before the light was taken from him and he was sealed in the humid cave with the perverted creature upon he rested.
• >It moved slowly at first, her tongue, careful not to swallow or injure him, at least not before she had her fun.
• >Ben was even more aware of the dangers of his situation, constantly thinking about how to avoid falling into the groaning abyss behind him.
• >Assuming he had no chance of forcing his way out of her mouth, he opted to hug his arms and legs around the tongue as best he could, treating it like a bucking bronco, and hoped an escape opportunity would present itself soon.
• >Outside, standing in the middle of the city wreckage that was their gladiator arena, Scanty-Bad smiled with her mouth full, letting out letting moans here and there to let anyone listening know that she had found a new favorite treat.
• >Any humans that witnessed the hero disappear into her mouth were understandably terrified, and opted to hide rather than observe further, only to be reminded of the scene by those satisfied sucking sounds.
• >Scanty-Bad, clearly unconcerned with the opinions of the frail denizens of the planet, felt no shame in cupping one of her large breasts and massaging it, having found the taste test to be oddly arousing.
• >Perhaps it was the power play she was feeling, or perhaps she found Ben cute not in a pathetic way, but in a far more pleasing one.
• >Inside, Ben held on for dear life, his body rubbing up against the warm, soft, wet tongue while it rolled and slid him against the roof of the alien's mouth.
• >Just as Scanty-Bad was discovering her arousal at the scene, he too couldn't help but ignore some of the peril in favor of the pleasure his body was experiencing.
• >Young as he was, hormones constantly flowing through him, any opportunity to hump something was rarely missed.
• >So, even when being humiliated and threatened with digestion, Ben couldn't help but to start moving his hips against her tongue, sliding his now painfully hard cock against her taste buds.
• >Scanty leaned back against a building, causing debris to fall down onto an already cluttered street.
• >Ben was given a moment of sunlight, illuminating his fleshy surroundings, framed by incredibly sharp fangs, when Scanty opened her mouth just enough to stick her finger in.
• >The digit rubbed along side him on her tongue, threatening to knock him loose if he didn't double his efforts on staying locked to the muscle.
• >Thankfully for him, the finger was a brief visitor, coming in only to get slick with saliva, for reasons Ben couldn't figure.
• >Scanty-Bad, of course, knew fell well why she had covered one of her fingers in saliva.
• >With her other hand, she, much like she did with Ben's clothes, created a rip in her top, vertically down the middle, which she exploited to tear the cloth apart.
• >Her grey hand slid along her grey chest, pressing down on her breast while she moved to cup it behind the black leather bra that remained on her chest.
• >The wet finger was used to stimulate her nipple, furthering her enjoyment of Ben's tasty humiliation.
• >The momentary distraction gone, Ben's focus returned to that of his hips thrusting against her tongue.
• >The side of his face nuzzled up against her tongue, unconcerned with how it messed up his hair, as he grew accustomed to the warmth and wet surroundings.
• >Matching his trait of little self control, Ben couldn't stop himself from letting out three thick ropes of eager cum onto her tongue, and prayed she wouldn't notice.
• >She, of course, did.
• >Scanty-Bad's pure red eyes went wide at the sudden flavor burst, small as the sampling was.
• >The craving was overwhelming, and she started to try and gulp down the substance, whatever it was, leaving her hungry for more.
• >Ben persisted in his survival efforts, and managed to hang onto the tongue as it bucked and tilted toward her throat.
• >Just after the tongue settled, the mouth opened again, and when he looked out, he was staring straight toward her now bare cleavage, though still mostly covered by a black bra.
• >Ben felt another pressure, this time pushing him forward rather than pulling him back toward her throat.
• >Out came Ben, wet and naked, spat out onto the expansive shelf of Scanty's chest.
• >As if her mouth was hard enough to get his bearings in, his large, soft, breasts were nearly impossible.
• >Being covered in her spit certainly didn't help, either.
• >Scanty didn't even allow him the chance to get his bearings this time, and before he knew it, he was being pushed down further between her huge tits.
• >All that was left in the open air was Ben's head and shoulders.
• >His constant wriggling sent shivers through Scanty-Bad, the giant alien pulling sheepishly at her top so she could have a better view.
• >Ben watched as either of her hands slid out of sight, hiding behind her breasts on either side.
• >Though certainly inexperienced, it wasn't hard for even Ben to figure out what was coming next.
• >The pressure around him intensified as Scanty pressed her tits together, pushing them up and down to rub up against Ben.
• >After a few minutes of jostling, Scanty wanted more, and so began the process of removing the black bra and let her breasts hang free.
• >A plan without much forethought, and as soon as the pressure the garment put on her tits was lessened, Ben felt the pressure from her tits around him lessen as well.
• >A less agile and quick-thinking person might have fell all the way down the giantess's flat tummy, but Ben quickly grabbed onto the thin purple material that was still draped, albeit ripped, across Scanty's frame.
• >She thought nothing of his harrowing avoidance of death, and didn't miss a beat in reaching into her top and plucking him.
• >Ben was carried out from her shirt and held in front of her as she used her other hand to discard the rest of her top.
• >At least she was considerate enough not to leave him hanging onto it while she did.
• >Not just proportionately to her frame, but also comparatively to his entire body, Scanty had the biggest tits Ben had ever seen.
• >The saliva building in his mouth threatened to drip out of his mouth if he didn't raise his slack jaw.
• >Even a giant, city-destroying, mutant alien can feel bashful and flattered.
• >The red blush forming against Scanty's grey cheeks was proof enough of that.
• >The sheepish feelings were quickly done away with when Scanty's desires came rushing back in full force.
• >At the same speed of her desires, Ben was thrust toward her right breast, and collided with her erect nipple.
• >Ben didn't have to struggle to hang onto the massive breast for long.
• >As his feet scrambled to find purchase against the smooth flesh, Scanty's palm came to eclipse Ben's world, soon pressing him into the soft breast.
• >Scanty let out a loud moan as Ben's protests were muffled by the tit he was practically sinking into.
• >The hand began to move, and with it so did Ben.
• >The young man was rolled along the soft hill, knocking into her dark nipple on each pass.
• >Ben hoped he was sturdy enough to survive this sexy assault.
• >Electrical signals ran through him, confusing the pain for pleasure and compounding it with the actual enjoyment his body was feeling.
• >Once more, even when objectified for his enemy's delight, Ben found himself visibly aroused.
• >Soon, he was getting into the movements of her hand as well, complimenting its path with his own thrusts and hugs.
• >The sounds of Scanty's pleasure vibrated through her body, causing her breast to jiggle ever so slightly.
• >Unable to trust her own balance under the condition, Scanty slid down the building and brought herself to sit down onto the ruined sitting street, grinding her bum into the cement.
• >Ben thought of what it must look like, from a more reasonable distance than he was at.
• >The sight of this large, beautiful, creature, twisting her hips in pleasure while massaging her own curvy assets.
• >The idea that he was an active participant, vital, he assumed, in her pleasure made him swell with pride, and lust.
• >Overcome by the softness of his surroundings, and the imagery running through his head, Ben let out another youthful load, leaving a wet splotch just above her nipple.
• >Feeling this, Scanty pulled Ben away and looked down to examine.
• >A single swipe of her finger and stroke of her tongue against its tip, and Scanty shivered with delight.
• >She then looked at Ben, panting and exhausted, and laughed at how easily she had dominated him.
• >Ben's post orgasm afterglow was ruined by the mocking laughter of an alien who seemed to see him only as a cute little toy, unable to bring about any feelings in her unless she directed his movements herself.
• >His youthful arrogance demanded satisfaction, and so in defiance of her giggling, he challenged her.
• >Scanty stared, wide eyed, as Ben ordered her to lay him atop her other tit, and let him show her what kinds of heights he could bring her to.
• >Though thoroughly unmoved by his posturing, she was amused by his cocksure attitude, and figured she had nothing to lose by letting him try and prove himself.
• >So upon his request, Ben was lifted over to her left breast, where he was dropped a short height above her nipple.
• >The landing onto such soft, and yielding, flesh caused him to stumble, like a newborn calf trying to walk for the first time.
• >Again she laughed, and again Ben fumed.
• >He'd show her, he thought.
• >Ben focused his efforts on her nipple, as it was the easiest thing to grab onto and manipulate on the fast hill of her breast.
• >Though she felt little at first, she had to admit, his feverish determination at eliciting something from her was actually working.
• >The sensitivity of her nipple even allowed her to feel more of his specific efforts more than she thought she would.
• >Her smug smile began to fade into a face of rising pleasure.
• >Ben was stealing that smugness she held as he watched her demeanor change.
• >The hero assaulted the nipple, squeezing it with his hands and pressing down onto it with all his weight.
• >When his salivating became too much to ignore, he managed to fit the entire nipple into his mouth, where he bit down onto it as hard as he could, confident it wouldn't hurt her, not that he would mind if it did.
• >At the very least it made her squeal with surprise and delight.
• >Scanty couldn't believe that this tiny creature was sending so many waves of pleasure through her.
• >Scanty's eyes went wide again as a sudden rush of pleasure crashed through her.
• >She had never felt something like it before, never knew its existence, yet it was something she helped Ben himself reach twice in that very day.
• >Her panting was quick at first, and the constant heaving of her breasts caused Ben to lose his grip and fall, tumbling down the underside of her tit and landing in the shadow it cast below it.
• >Luckily for him, Scanty had taken to lying down on the street, so it wasn't hard to stand back up once he landed on her abdomen.
• >Ben walked over to look at her between her tits, standing smug with his hands on his hips.
• >When she regained some sense of her surroundings, she peered down at the tiny human standing in defiance of her, posing heroically between her tits.
• >She wasn't done in yet, and scoffed at his valiant posture, smirking in mild amusement of his attitude.
• >He wasn't surprised, though.
• >Someone like her, it would take a bit more than some nipple work to cause her to tap out.
• >Showing he wasn't ready to throw in the towel either, Ben turned around and began to walk down the stretch of her stomach.
• >He did have to focus to keep from stumbling.
• >As flat and firm as her stomach was, it still twitched with involuntary movements, no doubt brought on by his tiny footsteps across her sensitive skin.
• >When he reached her navel, Ben turned back around to face her.
• >Scanty's eyebrows knit in confusion at his plan, but upon seeing him point dramatically between her legs, she understood perfectly.
• >She did her best to keep from knocking him over when she reached down to hike up her incredibly short skirt.
• >Ben, too, put a lot of effort into keeping from falling over as her body shifted, not wanting to lose a shred of credibility and manliness he had earned already.
• >When the black fabric bunched up around her waist, Ben looked down between her legs, and already could feel the intense heat rising from below.
• >Deep breath taken, Ben steeled himself, ignoring his sudden reservations and nervousness.
• >His mouth has written a rather large check, and he definitely did not want it to bounce.
• >He stepped closer to the edge, so to speak, and looked down at the hot flesh and the dampness along her inner thighs.
• >He'd really done a number on her, he thought.
• >The skin was slick already, and her eager body caused her hips to constantly twitch with desire.
• >It would be a difficult climb to position himself just right, but Scanty-Bad decided to save him the trouble.
• >A hand loomed overhead, the shadow it cast causing Ben to look up at it as if it were a visiting UFO.
• >Certainly in no position to argue, Ben let himself be picked up and turned around, then laid upon her lips.
• >As soon as they came, the fingers slid off of his back, leaving him to the duties he claimed he could fulfill with ease.
• >With nowhere else to go but forward, Ben set to work, and immediately Scanty reacted.
• >His massive head fell back onto the street once his mouth pressed to her aching clit.
• >She shivered at the sensation of his tiny hands and feet pressing into the skin around her entrance.
• >Though he was only squirming to keep from falling out of position, she enjoyed the results all the same.
• >The scent and taste of her were overwhelming, but not bad.
• >A quickly acquired taste.
• >And judging by the giantess's immediate reactions, Ben figured he was a natural.
• >This revelation gave him the needed ego boost to increase his efforts, starting to put his whole body into the performance.
• >The more he worked, the more she reacted, her body squirming and twitching, and hands raising up to cup her massive breasts and squeeze them.
• >He wished he could be up there again, between them, now that he was a bit more in the right head-space in order to enjoy the experience.
• >Ben worried that her legs might close in wanton pleasure, her thighs crushing him, but there was no need for concern.
• >Her thighs were just the right shape to give the massive alien an alluring thigh gap.
  >Ben would be safe, at least from that danger.
• >Wanting to elicit more moans and cries from the Way Bad, and no doubt due to his own controlling hormones, Ben started to thrust himself against those ever dampening, and widening, lips.
• >It was certainly not like sex with a normal sized woman, but it certainly was enjoyable all the same.
• >Scanty's back arched, throwing her tits up into her massaging palms and causing her nipples to get pinched when her fingers squeezed her tremendous pair.
• >Ben was getting into a good rhythm now, utilizing all parts of his body as much as possible.
• >Hands grasping at her outer lips, both to keep him upright and tease her skin.
• >His mouth suckling on her clit, testing what moves elicited what reactions form her, and organizing them to create a chorus of pleasured sounds and twitches.
• >Feet had no choice but to press against the entrance of her, pressing down on the edges of her inner lips.
• >The rest of his body squirmed and thrust against the soaked and soft surface of her pussy, giving it all he had but mindful he didn't lose his balance and slip in.
• >All those efforts to stay outside would be for naught, for once again that hand loomed over head and sought to dictate Ben's next path.
• >So lost in his work, he didn't notice the hand coming over until he could feel light fade around him, and the air parting around her massive hand.
• >Before he could react, her finger tips pressed on his back, urging him further against her, trying to gain more pleasure from Scanty's living sex toy.
• >He fought at first, but soon realized there was no use in that.
• >Her overwhelming strength aside, he was also more curious than fearful of going inside.
• >So instead of resist, all his effort was put into moving his body so when he went in, he was in a comfortable position and could explore as needed.
• >The effect was instantaneous for her, the fresh new experience wracking her body with pleasure she didn't think possible unless she was destroying an entire civilization.
• >Inside, Ben was crawling further, wishing to explore more of her more intimate spaces.
• >The air was thin, and the heat indescribable, but he had been in tighter situations before.
• >Determined, he moved around, more so to orient himself, but the added bonus of making her howl with pleasure, audible even from inside her, was nice too.
• >Ben pushed against her walls, turning himself around and rubbing against every wrinkle he could find.
• >Scanty squeezed her thighs tightly, digging her sharp nails against her skin in pure abandon.
• >Once he had found a comfortable enough position, Ben started to thrust his hips again, there being plenty of spots that could grip on his cock as he did.
• >He was coughing up more juices than he'd like, but he knew the only way out was to get her off, so that became his sole focus.
• >Though, he hadn't considered the possibility of her orgasm tightening her walls so much as to crush him.
• >Neither of them had concerns like that anymore.
• >They became beings of pure lust, acting only to reach orgasmic heights and ignoring the rest of the world.
• >Ben, thanks to his youthful vigor, was able to empty out a third load that day.
• >There was no time to enjoy the aftermath, as seconds after he came, so too did she, and hers was far more noticeable than his.
• >The walls constricted more, trying to hold him in place, contrasting against the surge of juices trying to push him out.
• >All he could do was try not to swallow too much of the stuff.
• >Eventually, the threat to his life stopped, and Ben found himself being pulled free from the pleasurable prison by Scanty's probing fingers.
• >Ben was dragged along her body, leaving a damp streak along her stomach and over her right breast.
• >She even dangled him a little longer over her nipple, stealing more pleasure.
• >Ben couldn't help but still feel a pang of fear in his chest, being dangled over her open mouth as he was, her cum dripping off of him and falling onto her twitching tongue.
• >Slowly she cleaned him, dragging her tongue across his body to savor the mix of flavors her new recipe has created, taking her time as she knew he likely wasn't ready for a second round so soon after the first.
• >Poor thing looked absolutely worn out, she thought, and yet he still smiled smugly through all the exhaustion he was obviously feeling.
• >Wet now only with saliva instead of sweat and cum, Ben was moved to her other hand, sitting on her palm as she carefully sat up.
• >Though there was nothing she could do for her tattered top, her skirt was pulled back down over her dripping sex and wide rear.
• >Ben stood, ready to be set down onto a nearby roof, where they would discuss the conditions of her surrender.
• >After all, he had risen to the challenge and "defeated" her.
• >He started to realize she had no intention of letting him go, however.
• >Ben demanded to be freed, but Scanty replied only with a smirk and a slow shake of her head.
• >He threw up his hands and asked what more she could want with him.
• >She gave a soft giggle before reaching back and giving her ass a thunderous spank.
• >Dull though he often seen as, it didn't take Ben long to figure out where next his services would be required.
• >There was no jumping free of her hand, though, once the fingers closed around him and kept him secure, long enough to trap him with the waistband of her skirt, leaving the upper half of his body to watch the path she walked, unsure of her destination, but sure of his.
• >Though he had won, proven himself, perhaps, he thought, he had done too good of a job.

[El Heffe]

Here's something from Nidoranduran called

Ben 10 Inch

Chapter One: Attea-New Shampoo

"Why are you sniffing my hair?" Ben asked, leaning his head back and staring up at Attea, who looked down at him with a crazed and bugged out look on her face. She had been pushing her face into his hair and smelling at him noisily for a whole half minute before Ben decided to ask what she was doing, and all he got in return was a look that told him absolutely nothing of the weird alien princess's reasons for her behavior. "Is it some kind of Incursean thing?"
Attea didn't answer though, burying her nose into his brown hair and inhaling deeply, moaning as she felt something wash over her she could have never imagined. "You smell really good," she said softly, hands reaching down his body and feeling at his chest as she began to climb over the couch he sat on to get to him. "I don't know what it is, but... This is the most amazing thing I've ever smelled." All at once the aroma she inhaled was an aphrodisiac and a euphoria-inducing drug, leaving her mind and her loins tingling in tandem as she pushed against him firmly.
"Oh, I think I changed my shampoo," he said, looking up at her, still confused and not sure why any of this was happening. "And would maybe stopping?" His hands clutched the controller in his hand as he tried to focus on the game he was playing and not on the weird frog alien trying to climb onto the couch and sniff him all over. "It's distracting."
But Attea showed no signs of stopping as she moved further forward, smell his hair all over. "I'll stop smelling you when you stop smelling so good," she noted. She climbed her way onto the couch, slipping onto the cushion beside Ben and burying her face into his hair again, hands roaming across his body excitedly. She couldn't help herself, couldn't pull her mind from the crazed, desperate thrill of touching him as she leaned in closer. Her fingers began to slip under his shirt and pull at his jacket, starting to strip him, and finally, the weird and clingy alien girl became more than Ben could handle.
"What is your problem?" he asked, pulling back from her as the 'joke' stopped being funny. The controller was pushed out of his hand by her body rubbing up against his, and he was tired of whatever Attea was doing, which she presumably found funny and which Ben found as deeply annoying as he could have ever imagined. "This really isn't funny anymore, Attea, I'm going t--mmph!"
Whatever Ben had been expecting as a response had not been lips. Attea pushed into a kiss frantically, moaning against his lips as she stared into his eyes, her crazed expression suddenly much more vivid as she made herself and her clingy affections known. There was nothing he could do to stop her as she pressed into him and began to grind against his body, using the defenselessness that came from his shock over the kiss to shove him down. "It's not just your hair that smells good," she moaned into his lips. "It's all of you!" The eager frog alien princess straddled his body, rubbing up on him eagerly as she broke away from the kiss only to bury her face into his neck.
It was with a groan of panic that Ben realized the problem. He'd been in a bit of a pinch with his body wash, so to stretch it out he had poured in some of his shampoo into the body wash bottle to thin it out with something still tick and more cleansing than water would have been. It had been a good idea right up until a crazed alien sat atop him and sniffed all over his body in a mad panic, the way she moved making him squirm in frustration and worry over what was coming. "Maybe we should calm down and talk about this some more," Ben said, hoping to bring some sanity into the situation, but he only found himself further worn down by the frantic assault of Attea against him.
"I don't want to talk," Attea said, licking his neck and tearing his shirt off of him so hard Ben winced at the tearing sound right at the end of it. She grabbed his bare chest and leaned forward, her tongue rolling out of her mouth and dragging all along his bared midsection, licking it all over and leaving a glistening streak of saliva in the wake of her wriggling appendage. "I just want you." She refused to quit as she pushed against Ben, fervid and stubborn, twisting happily against his touch as she let herself get carried away by all the depraved thrills shuddering through her. She needed more, fingers gripping him tightly. "
Ben gasped as he lay there, feeling the tongue thrashing against him. Her face pushed down into his chest as her eager sniffing continued, frantic and driven by everything twisted and deeply discomforting within her insane sense of purpose. Attea was leaving Ben more than a little uncomfortable with this whole scene, but with her long tongue licking so much of his body all at once, he found it hard to keep himself still. Lying there helpless, he couldn't even think to push her off and try to fight back at her, even though he certainly could have. He just lay there, some part of him refusing to fight back against the way she pushed against him, relishing in the twisted thrill of being licked and kissed like this, worshiped by the desperate alien refusing to let go of him. It was a twisted thing to feel, a debaucherous sensation that left him squirming hotter and harder against her touch as he felt himself slipping further and further into some mad sense of careless need.
"You're my drug," she crooned in her crazed state, her head not on right. Attea was high on Ben, unable to think clearly as she pushed needily against him, frenzied and out of her mind. Her body burned with need, arousal leaving her loins slick as she kept at him, growing steadily more frenzied and dependent on the heavy smell of Ben that lingered so heavily, filled her nostrils with every deep inhale. She craved him, and didn't even care how insane that all was. She just couldn't bring herself to worry about such things, insignificant little details lost amid the desperate, depraved thrill of completely giving herself to Ben.
"I need more," Attea groaned, hands running down his body and grabbing at his pants, and that was the moment where Ben began to squirm harder.
"Don't!" he shouted out. "Attea, come on, this isn't you!" The bratty, downright bitchy space princess Ben knew was suddenly anything but herself, and while he wasn't exactly fond of her normal self, at least it was her. This was something else entirely, Attea suddenly desperate and affectionate, so overbearing with how much she wanted to touch him, and now threatening to do away with his pants. Actually, no; successfully doing away with his pants. Thankfully he didn't hear another ripping sound as she did so, but he found himself so quickly bottomless that he wasn't sure he had ever stripped himself down as quickly as she had.
Everything fell still as Attea stared down at Ben's lap, so shocked that she was briefly kicked out of her crazed, drunken stupor for a moment. Not for any moment of clarity, and certainly not because she was realizing that she had been too forward and assaulted Ben. But because of what sprung up when she got his bottoms off. The cock she was suddenly facing was a real monster, so long and so thick that it pierced through her haze to leave her enthralled and staring forward, eyes wide as she soaked in for a moment just what she was dealing with. "Your cock is so big," she said, almost drooling as she stared at it in awe, not sure what to do about what she was seeing.
That was a lie. At least, it was when her mind flashed back into her need for devotion, at which point she buried herself down into his loins, shoving her face up against his cock, nuzzling into it and purring, "How are you able to walk with a cock like this between your legs?" She pushed right up against it, each breath she took in now even sweeter as that same addictive thrill was now tinged with the aroma of cock, something that drove her body even more wild with need and excitement. Attea was gone and there was nothing that could be done for her now; she moved only with one thing in mind, and that was to devote herself utterly to his cock.
Ben couldn't run from this now. Not as his cock throbbed against Attea's cheek, as he felt the sudden warmth of her face on his cock and her fingers at his thighs. By the time her loose tongue slipped out of her mouth and coiled around his shaft he was gone, surrendering with a roll of his hips to the aggressions of the alien princess as he said, "Fine," and it was torn between two wildly different feelings. One was resignation, surrendering to what she was demanding of him with the acceptance it was easier to let it happen than it was to fight it. The other was lusty excitement, realizing he had a gorgeous alien girl addicted to the way he smelled. If she was changing her tune from prissy bitch to devoted cock slave then who was he to complain?
Letting out an excited squeal, Attea began to massage his cock with her tongue, rubbing it up and down as the tightly coiled, slick muscle stroked his cock, more like a handjob than a blowjob. It was a more depraved and twisted feeling than he knew what to do with, his hips squirming fitfully as she said through the slightly clumsy muffling of having her tongue out of her mouth, "You've never fucked a girl who can do this before?" with Ben only understanding it through how unlikely it was she was saying anything else.
With his hips thrusting upward into the tight, messy thrill of her tongue's caresses, Ben didn't fight the response, groaning, "No, nothing like this before. But it feels amazing. Please, keep going." Never would Ben have thought he'd be on his back with Attea licking his cock, but he definitely couldn't find any reason to complain, driven by the crazy needs bubbling up within her. He didn't fight it, didn't shirk away from it or try to act like he was above it; this cute, crazy alien frog girl wanted his dick and he was ready to give it to her.
As Attea rubbed her face against a cock longer than her own head, she savoured every brutal, twisted thing she could about the situation, tongue finally slithering back into her mouth for a moment as she grabbed hold of it with both hands, the steady coating of saliva she had given it finally doing some good as she licked her way frantically up his shaft with quick little laps of her tongue, nothing too intense until she got up to the throbbing head, licking up some of his translucent pre-cum and reaching her grip down to fondle his swollen balls. "I want you," she whined again, a reminder of what was coming. "And from now on, I'm calling you Ben 10 Inches."
To help drive home her adoration, Attea's tongue coiled its way down Ben's shaft again, pushing down tightly and wrapping hard around his cock, then tucking itself around his balls a few times for good measure, before she used the strength of the prehensile muscle to help pull her head down so quickly that Ben couldn't even tell her to pace herself before she was choking on thick, throbbing human cock, greedily stuffing her throat with his shaft and getting right down to vulgar, twisted business with him.
The gargling gagging sounds that followed made Ben squirm in frustration as he stared down at Attea, whose already dazed eyes were wide with shock as she tried to fit all the cock down her throat at once. He couldn't spit out the words, couldn't tell her to stop, as his hand crept onto the back of her head, grasping it and starting to guide her up slowly, pulling her along his shaft, but after a few inches he found himself unable to resist the urge to slam her right back down again, hips bucking as he let out a frustrated groan.. "Attea," he moaned, his head easing back against the arm rest of the couch even as his eyes stared down at her.
He had to admit, there was something about the frog princess in her state that seemed absolutely enthralling, the way her eyes stared up at him with a twisted sense of adoration she had never shown Ben before. Everything cruel and unlikable about her was replaced with lust and docility, which Ben didn't know how to handle, but which he was enthralled by. He'd never noticed how cute, in a very weird way, Attea was until she had her head between his legs and his cock down her throat, but now he couldn't really help but admit she had her nicer parts, and those nicer parts were suddenly very captivating.
Rocking her head back and forth as she deepthroated Ben against all sense and sanity, Attea was getting her fix of the twisted addiction taking her over, and she wasn't the least bit sorry about it. She ached with too much bliss to care, pushing madly forward even as she struggled to handle it all, her throat spasming around the cock buried so deep down her gullet. She was out of her element, but that was what made it so exciting, the unhinged thrill of indulgence leaving her even hornier as she worshiped his cock sloppily, her mouth and throat tight around it while her tongue stroked it within her mouth.
Never before had Attea been so focused on one thing before, but as her head rocked up and down, all she could think about was this. It fueled her, drove her, gave her all the focus and attention she needed. Everything she did was ruled by her single-minded need to give as thorough a sucking as she could to Ben's mammoth cock. Whether it was the spasming of her throat's lining around his dick or the way the end of her tongue caressed and toyed with his heavy nuts, she wanted to do nothing less than everything she could to pleasure Ben thoroughly. It drove her wild with need, pushed her every motion and action toward the desperate, pleading act of getting him off, and the more she got of him, the more she needed.
Her buzz gave way to lust as more and more she cared not about getting her fix of his smell, which was now rich in the air thanks to Ben working up a bit of a sweat twisting beneath her. It helped pull Attea down deeper into her arousal, and as the air became rich with not only the smell of Ben's shampoo but now of Ben himself, she was more concerned with sex than her next whiff. As her head worked up and down as fast and as hard as she could muster, she made her hungers as apparent as she could, unrepentant about how much she needed Ben. As she worked his cock and his balls over, she pushed her pants down, wiggling her way out of her clothes and rubbing feverishly at her dripping wet pussy. She couldn't wait for more.
Ben throbbed within the spasming reaches of Attea's throat, his hands gripping her head and her shoulder tightly as he groaned, 'You're so much nicer to be around when you're high on shampoo," he groaned, unable to believe that a whiff of his hair and turned her from bratty princess to eager cocksucker, but there was no way he was pulling back now, no way he was stopping the mad enjoyment of every insane second of what was being done to him. Attea was unrepentant in her desperate appreciation of his cock and he wasn't in any position to fight against it or deny her the chance to go all out on him. In fact, the more he felt of it, the more he craved it, twisting hotly around the mad delights bubbling up within him. Ben was ready to let this go wherever it went.
Attea turned Ben's incredible cock into her playground, doing everything she could to him. Slurping and slobbering on every inch of throbbing meat down her gullet, playing with his balls and surrendering utterly to the crazed sense of need that refused to quit within her. Choking herself out on a fat cock wasn't how Attea had expected to spend her day but once she got started she couldn't stop, spinning madly out into a crazed swell of need. She refused to slow down, refused to stop for anything. She was too gone to care now, too driven by the feverish swell of lust, and a hunger for cum too great for her to bear.
"Attea!" Ben yelled. "I'm going to cum, I'm go--fuck!' He lost control, hips bucking forward as he gave himself up, and Attea moved swiftly. He watched in awe as she pulled back from his cock, her tongue jerking him off harder, milking his cock right as she positioned her face right over it, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Her hands settled onto his thighs as she let her long, wriggling appendage go all the work of drawing his massive load from him. And she succeeded, having no idea how much she had worked Ben over and how much is balls had stored in them until it was too late, until his cock was erupting forward and shot after shot of gooey, hot spunk streaked across her face. Much of it landed in her mouth, but plenty found its way across her cheeks, along her nose, dripping off of her drool-coated chin... Attea was swiftly made an absolute mess of.
And she loved it! Attea moaned, tongue releasing Ben's cock as she struggled way quickly up into his lap. "Now fuck me," she yelled in a panic, so gone and consumed by Ben, her new drug of choice, that she didn't even wait or act sensibly, just throwing herself forward into his lap and throwing herself down onto his cock. Not bothering to ask, not bothering to wait, not even giving a moment for Ben to recover. Just as she practically inhaled his cock, she now impaled herself atop him, burning with impatience and desperation as she began to rock atop the lap of the human she straddled, screaming out in bliss at the feelings that overwhelmed her.
Ben and Attea alike were lit up by the overwhelming burst of sensation that washed over them. It was already a blatant fact that Ben's cock was big, but what neither had realized was just how tight Attea was, until she had shoved herself down onto his cock and he stuffed her fuller than she seemed ready to handle. He stretched her tight cunt out so wide he could hardly keep from writhing beneath her from the hot, slick clenching walls around his cock alone. For as amazed as Ben was, Attea was outright aflame, whining and squirming against him as she gripped him tightly, his bared chest firm beneath her fingers as she found some leverage.
There was only one way Attea was going to ride Ben's cock, and that was all out. She didn't shirk away from what she had in mind for him as she began to rock fervidly atop his lap, her legs at the ready to carry her lower body madly up and down. As she did so, she moaned loudly, tongue dragging along her face, licking up every last salty drop of his cum, the strange flavour dominating her lips not actually discouraging her half as much as it should have. She felt like she couldn't help herself, burning with more frustrations than she could muster as she clung to him, the feeling of his meaty dick buried inside of her only further flaring up every dark urge within her.
Attea had never felt like this before, never been so consumed by lust and a single-minded sexual obsession, but now as she looked at Ben, she saw only a mate, a boy gifted with an amazing cock that she sat atop proudly, like his lap was her throne. Even as his cock filled her more than she thought she could handle, she rode his cock frantically, driven by everything twisted and desperate that she never thought she would actually indulge with the kind of ferocity she showed here. She couldn't help herself though, moaning in desperate bliss as she felt her body worn down by everything hitting her all at once, the surging, spasming delights of craven hungers working against her. The more Attea felt the more she needed, and that level of arousal was something that could have torn her apart and she wouldn't complain for a second about it.
Ben shouldn't have given in to this, should have been the sane, level headed voice of reason against the sudden, mad spasming of the alien princess atop his lap, but he couldn't help himself. His hands tightened against her hips as her tongue lolled out and slithered along his chest some more, thrusting up into the slick, tight heat of Attea's cunt and letting the pleasure wash over him, unrepentant and careless as he give in to all of it. Refusing to think about what he should do or whether or not this was right, Ben surrendered to the pleasure, accepting that this crazed alien girl craved his cock like her life depended on it.
"I want you to fuck me all night!" Attea cried out, tongue lashing back from his chest down around her back to his balls, licking them all over as her greedy twat spasmed around his cock. The speed she moved at shouldn't have been possible for a cock this big, but she didn't feel any pain, didn't feel any problems in the least. Not when the pleasure burned so hotly within her, when she was so consumed by lust and depravity that she couldn't think straight anymore. All she knew was pleasure, feeling the lust surging across her body, the mad, frantic motion of her body driving her to throw every last bit of energy she had behind the desperate motions. She was gone, lost to something more powerful than she could have ever fathomed before, the absolute turnaround of her personality being an unrepentant and frantic burst of excitement. She craved every sweet, throbbing second of this depravity, loving the insane tinging across her body as she raced for more, driven by a need to cum that nothing could have overwhelmed.
It wasn't long before it was all over for Ben. The wet tongue dragging along his plump ball sac was just the last straw for him as he gave himself up so utterly and overwhelmingly to the pleasure that he couldn't think straight anymore. His hips bucked upward and he yelled out in excitement, the bliss searing through him as he lost control gladly to all the pleasures tugging at him. He came, and he came hard, his cock twitching within the greedy clenches of Attea's twat as another massive load pumped forward. "Attea!" he screamed, never thinking he'd have the space brat's name on his lips with such passion before, but he couldn't help himself.
A hot, gooey, explosive creampie was everything Attea had been waiting for, and as the sensations tore through her so fast and so hot, she gave in utterly to the sensations, screaming as she threw her head back, tongue tightly grasping his balls as she felt his cock spasm, each mighty throb sending another shot of cum deep into her gasping and desperate pussy. One after another, shots of cum pumped into her, filling her up and leaving her screaming in bliss like she had never known before, eyes shutting tightly as she let out a noise of pure delight. Her orgasm tore through her, the single most satisfying sensation she had ever felt before, and she knew that she needed more of this.
"That was amazing," Attea purred, leaning slowly forward, grasping Ben tightly as she clung to him, burying her face into his neck once more. Her breathing was rapid, and she wanted every last inhale to be heavy with his scent, as her mind began to take in not only the lingering fragrance of his shampoo, but of his own aroma, his sweat and the way she conflated the two. Even then, her body was grinding against him. "We need to do this again. How often do you shower? Daily, I hope. Every day sounds good. Let's fuck every day."
Ben was going to need a whole lot more of that shampoo.

[El Heffe]

Chapter Two: Looma-Sparring Session

Ben honestly had no idea what he thought he was doing trying to spar with Looma Red Wind, because he wasn't doing it as Four Arms, the powerful Tetramand form that he could actually stand on an even keel with her as, but as decidedly human Ben Tennyson, forced to use hits wits and swiftness to outmaneuver a four-armed alien princess who was taking their sparring match far more seriously than he knew what to do about. Except unlike Four Arms, she was speedier, a much more troublesome sort of opponent to have to face, as Ben felt at a disadvantage in every area except for the fact that he had figured out how to weave through her attacks decently enough to play keep away with her.
"Come on Ben, strike me!" Looma called, swinging her 'hammer' toward him as he rolled out of the way. "You are playing too defensively!" The weapon she carried resembled er usual double-ended hammer, the sort of thing that her fierce four-armed fighting style made very lethal, but the hammers were replaced with foam padding. Padding firm enough to push on impact rather than compress, since there still had to be some level of impact and weight to it. At least, that was what Looma insisted; Ben wasn't convinced it was anywhere near as necessary, largely because it still stung to get hit by that at full strength.
Ben scrambled away from Looma, holding a weapon not even half the size of hers that only had one end on it, since the unwieldy sparring weapon she held would have been too much for him and his measly two arms to handle. He needed some kind of advantage, and a quick roll spared him another strike as he looked around. Ben wasn't an acrobat or anything, but he could make out a pretty clear line up along the mats, across a weapon rack, that would have given him the higher ground by way of running along the 'stairs' it all formed up to the top of a larger cabinet full of weapons. If he could throw the weight of his body behind a strike, maybe he could actually land a good blow onto Looma.
It wouldn't be victory, but at least he wouldn't lose on a complete wipe-out.
Scampering up along it, Ben wasn't too fond of having to play the sneaky agile one in any situation, but his feet confidently found their place, carrying him along the tops of mats, as Looma swung after him, stopping in surprise as she watched him run his way up, a jump getting up to the final place and getting him ten feet off of the ground, standing nervously with foam hammer in hand.
"What are you going to do?" Looma asked, smirking as she stared up at Ben sternly. "Are you really going to jump? I don't think you will." She taunted him openly. Jumping up ten feet was nothing for Looma, and she could have swatted him off of there at any time, but she wanted to see if he was really going to do it. She doubted he would. "When you fail to jump down there, I'll come up after you, so just stand still and--"
Ben let out a panicked howl as he threw himself forward, and only realized mid-leap that he didn't exactly know what he was doing. That he hadn't ever jumped at someone like this in regular Ben mode before, let alone swinging a hammer. This was a plan that he had not thought through in the least, and only realized how much strength he'd thrown into his legs in a panic when he got as much air as he did, overshooting the jump needed to come crashing down onto Looma.
Instead of bringing his hammer down in a swing that carried all the momentum and weight that a ten foot drop did, Ben landed on Looma's shoulder, his legs sliding forward over them as he went crotch-first into her face. He hadn't expected to land that way, and it was clear that Looma hadn't expected it either, because she had been braced to intercept and counter-attack, her weight shifted low to the ground and anticipating a blow from a much more forward angle. It made an attack that was so much from above into something she couldn't defend against, and as a result she fell to the ground.
Ben landed with his groin still in Looma's face as he drove her to the ground, neither of them knowing what to do about the impact as she landed on her back. But adrenaline and surprise were potent forces, and Ben realized within seconds what he had done, looking down at Looma pinned to the ground, and even if straddling her face carried some less than pleasant connotations all he could do was shout, "I won? I-I won!" as he sat there, hands going up in the air as he relished in triumph and the fact that he had managed to get Looma on the ground. "I won!"
All of the rustling and motion of Ben throwing his hands in the air produced a bit of a grinding motion against Looma's face, and with only loose, baggy sweatpants on, there was no trouble at all for his rapidly hardening cock to form a nice, fat bulge pushing against her cheek, as she squirmed beneath him, frustrated.
"You got overconfident," Ben said, as though he hadn't won due to pure luck and an accidental wang to the face. "And you know what that means, right?" He smirked, reaching into his pants and pulling out his cock, letting it slap down against Looma's face as her eyes widened, marveling at the sheer size of his fat, meaty cock. "It means I win our bet." Their sparring match had been for some real stakes, not just bragging rights, and he happily pulled back a bit off of her face, if only to drag the tip of his cock down along her helmet and her face, reaching down to her lips, before plunging forward.
Looma was a big, strong girl, and he knew that if anyone could handle a nice, rough facefucking from a ten inch cock it would be the Tetramand princess. Which was good, because after working up a sweat trying to fight a girl he was in no position to actually take on, all he wanted to do was fuck away his frustrations. Leaning forward, he set his hands onto the floor, lying straight across with his lap over Looma's face and began to taunt the princess by fucking her mouth using push-ups. Up and down he rocked, ten inches of meaty human cock rocking in and out of her face and her throat as he took control of the situation and very quickly became mad with power.
It was clear to Looma, too. Her throat grasped his cock tightly, as even with her formidable size the sheer girth of Ben's cock plugged her throat, made her gag noisily as she tried to endure his harsh, teasing facefuck. She wasn't ready fro this, mostly because she hadn't expected Ben to pull out anything even vaguely resembling a victory from their sparring session.. Looma thought she was coming out of this in control, but now Ben was mounting her face, doing push-ups and making sure that the way he celebrated taking her mouth was one that made her squirm and choke. It lit her up with a frustration that knew no end, but she took it; the winner was, of course, allowed to fuck the other however they wanted, and even if the wildly disrespectful show of sexual aggression was making Looma fume, breaking a vow forged in combat would have only been worse still.
"This is what happens when you underestimate a human," Ben snickered. How could he keep this quiet? he had actually managed to defeat Looma, pinning her to the ground and assuring victory. It was by total accident, sure, but now her throat was spasming around his dick and the wet heat of her mouth offered up a victory prize too sweet to not be smug about it. Looma Red Wind, princess of Khoros, submissively choking on his cock... This was the life, and he wasn't going to let anything stop him from relishing thoroughly in the twisted indulgence of everything he could wring out of the situation.
The push-ups quickened, and the effortless exercise with which he took to fucking her was perhaps the most infuriating part of this all. Sure, drool bubbling up at her lips wasn't too dignified a look, and she could feel that massive, near foot-long cock so deep down her gullet it made her head spin. But for him to to be doing fucking push-ups in the process, taunting her with his effortless domination, was something that began to ignite Looma in a frustration more powerful than she could handle. She felt the need to even the odds. The need for revenge. Deep within her bubbled a frustration too powerful and unwieldy for her to bear. Looma would turn the tables. She'd dominate Ben. Throw him down to the floor and ride his cock in a way so thorough and aggressive that he would never see her as anything other than his better ever again.
But from her supine position getting facefucked by a human who was all too happy to make her work for it, there was no way for Looma to show that fact or to fight against it all. She was stuck suffering through his steady taunting, the almost humiliating loss she just endured made worse by the way he worked her over, and she wasn't going to take this lightly. She couldn't. Pride was on the line here, and even more than pride was actually getting off, something she couldn't easily do with Ben doing push-ups over her face.
But Ben wasn't stopping. Why would he? The utter delight of being so in control over someone so strong and capable of crushing him like an empty soda can was far more than he could handle, and his groans rose up louder, his cock throbbing and twitching in the tight embrace of Looma's throat. He would have never imagined actually having the gall to facefuck Looma so brazenly, but that was what made it so exciting for him to get lost in. He was giving his twisted, special kind of all to something more depraved than he could have ever expected. "You're a better cocksucker than I would have thought you'd be," he said, fingers pushing into the floor harder as he felt himself getting away with the most loaded remark yet, something that he could almost feel the heat rising off of Looma's cheeks as the words sank in.
The words galvanized Looma's certainty that she was going to turn the tables more than anything else, and it was good timing, because she could feel Ben's cock aching harder, drawing nearer to release, and she knew that he wouldn't have much time left. She plotted and toiled in the midst of her frustration, not wanting to give in now. She had to win, had to pull through and endure this, even as she choked and squirmed, frustrated by the fact that this was getting her far wetter than she would have liked to be given the circumstances. Madness followed, plain and simple.
When Ben came, he did so hard and he did so loud. “Victory is mine!” he shouted as one final brash remark on the fact that he had actually gotten one over on Looma, before he slammed forward, burying himself balls deep into her mouth and down her gullet. His cock twitched and throbbed before spewing cum deep down her throat. All that hot, slimy goo slithered its way down the lining of Looma's throat, a harsh reminder of her loss as she wriggled, frustrated and wound up tightly around the growing need for vengeance that bubbled up inside of her.
It was Ben's turn to get cocky, as he paid absolutely no mind to the fact that he was left vulnerable, panting heavily and slowly pulling his cock out of Looma's mouth. “That's the good stuff,” he groaned, trying to stumble up to his feet, only to feel something grab at his ankles.
Loom pulled Ben right off of the floor as she snapped upward, rising quickly to her feet and dangling him upside-down. “You let your guard down,” she said, triumphant and excited as she held him by the ankles, a third hand reaching for his head while a fourth pushed her own loose pants down. “And now I get to take advantage of that!”
“Hey that wasn't the deal, you--mmph!” Ben didn't get to finish his argument as Looma shoved him face-first into her groin, pushing a bright red pussy up to his lips and holding tightly onto the back of his head. Tight enough for him not to want to complain too much more as he began to eat her out, conceding to her control of the situation that she had so harshly torn from him. There wasn't much else he could do but push his face in and give Looma what she wanted, his tongue lapping at her soaked, dripping hole. Her twat was more than wet enough for Ben to realize that she had gotten herself all worked up getting facefucked, and now he had to return the favour, his face pushed forward, his tongue given no choice but to start lapping at her pussy and giving her exactly what she wanted.
“How does it feel to be reminded who your better is?” Looma asked, her other hand reaching to unwrap the bandages she had laid over her chest rather than putting on any kind of proper shirt. As she did so, a pair of voluptuous, full breasts bounced free, and with her free hand she began to massage them, working herself over a bit more aggressively. It was the perfect aid to follow suit with how Ben was eating her out with his sloppy licks and the very forward, very aggressive kisses. He usually ate pussy pretty intensely, but hung upside-down, there was a newfound sense of urgency behind Ben's treatment that Looma was absolutely loving.
Ben brought fingers into the mix, trying his best to go at Looma with a very forward sense of adoration, one that would fit well into all the madness and chaos spinning around them. His head felt light, and it made his motions clumsy even if they were driven by a frantic speed. If he could focus his lips on her clit and use fingers to pump into her slick cunt he could at least get her off without getting worked up too much or leaving himself dizzy. It wasn't a perfect plan, but it was Ben's plan, and he rocked a pair of wriggling digits into her, making Looma moan louder as she felt him really start to work at it.
The hand on the back of his head tightened as Looma said, “It's good to see you know your place. Keep doing that, and I'll happily reward you.” Due to the size different between them, Ben hanging upside-down and shoved face-first into her crotch lined them up such that his own groin reached not to her face, but to her breasts. Breasts that she was all too happy to pull his waist into, shoving his cock between her tits and rocking his body up and down. “There, how does that feel?”
A muffled groan and a hard twitch of his cock between her tits betrayed more of Ben's enjoyment than he would have liked to show. Looma began to work him up and down, turnabout for the push-ups he'd done over her face by effortlessly guiding his body along, rubbing his lips and tongue against her mound and her clit while titfucking his massive cock in a way that said he weighed nothing in her arms. It was a strange feeling, one that induced a frustrated sense of submission and a need to strike back similar to the one Looma had developed in the midst of his facefuck. Which was entirely the point, of course, but that did very little to make it any better for him to handle as he got a very clear idea of just how lucky he was to have turned the tables on her in the first place.
Helpless to do anything but keeping eating pussy, Ben just focused on biding his time, shivering in her strong, multi-armed grasp as he was used for her own pleasure just as he had fucked her mouth so carelessly, although being on the other side of things certainly induced feelings he knew were unfair given that he'd just done the same thing, but which he couldn't shake. He needed to turn the tables on Looma again, needed to get his revenge. There was no other way around it, he was going to find some way to get one over on Looma and seize control again, and this time, he was going to make sure she was sorry for what she was doing to him.
Having a tongue going so hard at her clit and being eaten out so feverishly was all Looma needed to get bolder and louder. “You are like a big, living sex toy to me now,” she taunted, riding that same wicked high that Ben had been, not caring about the fact that she had resented him doing the same thing as she felt the thrill of control that came with it. “And I am going to use you all day to pleasure myself, and if you're really good, I'll let you keep getting off too.” Her arms squeezed her tits together, forming a plush, warm, tight hole for his cock to be slammed down into as she worked Ben over, using even his pleasure against him. He was able to enjoy himself, but only on her terms, only doing what she wanted and getting off how she and when she wanted.
The deep, harsh moans rising louder and noisier were accentuated by Looma's hips bucking, powerfully shoving forward as Ben kept up his treatment, even if he felt like all the blood was rushing to his head and he was too dizzy to keep going. And yet he had no choice but to eat her out as steadily and firmly as possible, hoping that eh could bring her to the edge and that she could get off before he blacked out.
Looma's orgasm came on strong and hard and completely over the top. She was unrepentant about how good she felt, her head rolling back as she pulled his face in tightly, forced him to nuzzle right up against her mound as her nectar dripped, the dominant and forceful gesture helping to let Ben know who was in control. As her tart juices leaked into his mouth, she could feel Ben's cock twitch and erupt, his own orgasm burning through him, leaving him squirming in her grasp as cum splattered down her cleavage, trickling between her breasts and down her stomach. But she didn't worry about any of that, twisting and writhing as she slumped down to the floor, bringing Ben with her as she lay down and took a moment to relax and recover from her afterglow.
Ben's cock ached and twitched in the wake of his own orgasm, and he was dizzy as could be, but he knew he had to stop this. Looma had four arms, and though they softened their grip on him this time and released him from their hold, there was no promise she'd do it a second time. He scrambled up, clumsily reaching his feet and groaning as he turned around, his head swaying back and forth as all the blood began to rush out of his head again. There was no time to wait or recover, as he felt around for something to grab. His hands fell onto the practice hammer, and he got an idea.
Writhing in the wake of a powerful orgasm as Looma showed off the much more intense and exhausting afterglows that Tetramands endured, Looma was helpless against the sudden seizing of her legs, as she looked on in surprise, seeing Ben slipping her hammer underneath them, getting them beneath her knees and pushing back. It was a convenient way to get some leverage going, as Ben drove her legs up high into the air and then slammed ten inches of cock right into her pussy with a single stroke. "Ben!" Looma howled, not nearly as much in anger as in bliss as she felt the sudden, powerful sensation wash over her. She hadn't been expecting it, and on some unspoken level she respected and admired the way he went for her own weapon to make up for a lack of strength with leverage.
"What was that?" Ben panted heavily, smiling as he stared down at the frustrated and wriggling princess. His hips were right into the moment as he started pounding forward, thrusting mercilessly into her tight, hot snatch. "It seems like you let your guard down. I'm not just a living sex toy now, am I?" His fingers tightened against the shaft of the hammer as he helped keep her legs at bay with it. With his own strength he had no hope of overpowering her string limbs. Any of her limbs. One of the six could have easily overpowered him entirely, after all. But with the sparring weapon hooked under her legs he had an advantage, and it even left her legs spread and her pussy right there for the taking.
And oh, how he took her. Worked up now and feeling something to prove after the tables turned, Ben went all out in fucking Looma as hard as he could. "Your cock is so big! Mightier than even my own peoples'," Looma confessed, head rolling back as she savoured for a moment the thrill of getting pounded. Her strength was returning to her, but she didn't fight back yet, letting the thrill of getting a nice, hot dicking wash over her. Ben had earned a moment of strength and dominance with his cleverness and she was all too happy to surrender utterly to him because of that, a writhing mess all too happily giving her all to the strong, virile human man who had certainly won her heart with ease.
"You're not getting out from under me so easily this time," he groaned. Ben could feel the excitement surging within him, the sensation of his mind racing and his thoughts so singularly focused on fucking Looma as hard and relentlessly as he could. Nothing could hold him back now from this sweet, victorious peak. He was going to give her the most thorough pounding he could. "By the time I'm done you're going to be begging for my cock all the time, and you're going to love getting fucked by me, aren't you?"
But he was getting too cocky. Overstepping a line and pushing Looma past the breaking point. Her eyes narrowed as she felt the right time take her, and with a growl, she pushed forward with her legs, snapping upward and reaching her hands out to seize Ben's legs. "You are still only human," she said triumphantly as she stood up. Ben was on his head and his shoulders, his upper body high in the air and folded like hers had just been, the hammer tossed away and four hands holding tightly onto his legs as she squatted over him, still impaled on his cock. It was like the Amazon position, but even harsher, with Ben once more upside-down and Looma smirking wide as she began to rapidly bounce up and down on his shaft.
"You can only get lucky moments against me, but in the end, I will always end up on top," Looma bragged as she bucked up and down Ben's cock, taking as dominant and aggressive a position as she could to prove her point. There was no holding back now how in control she was and how mercilessly she sought to give Ben her all. "But you like it that way, don't you? I can feel how hard you're throbbing while I use you so carelessly. Admit it."
Ben squirmed and twisted on the ground, frustrated by few things more than how right Looma was. The position she was riding him in was an incredible one, one that drew his awe as he beheld the sight that was her careless and thorough domination. His cock was aching while deep in the tight, slick folds of her needy pussy, so close to cumming, and he wasn't the least bit worried about fighting it. He was in fact more than happy to let it keep happening, to let it wash over him so powerfully as he let her wear herself down with his dick. The twists and turn that had them both fighting for control and pulling the other one down to the floor to use them was something that he didn't think he would have enjoyed like he did, but now the rush and unfettered thrill of competition was something that Ben was understanding all too vividly.
"I want you to cum in me!" she moaned, though it sounded closer to a growl, as her eyes flared over with a possessive fire and she quickly found herself rocked over the edge by the thrill and power she held over Ben. With a loud cry, she slammed down one final time onto his cock, and no part of her body was more forceful or aggressive than her vaginal walls, which clenched down hard around Ben's cock, hard enough for him to groan and twist, wincing as he felt his girthy cock milked feverishly for his load. A load he gladly provided, head pushing back hard against the mats he lay atop as he surrendered. His cock erupted, and the Tetramand princess's womb was flooded with the thick, gooey, burning seed of the human she had decided she was betrothed to.
"There we go," Looma moaned, releasing his legs and stepping back, taking a few stumbling paces away from him as Ben slumped breathlessly down to the floor. "Oh, that was more exciting than any sparring match I've ever had!" She rolled her head and her shoulders, cracking out some kinks as she stared down at Ben. "And how about you? Did you enjoy having Tetramand superiority proven to you?"
"I got just as much time in control as you did," Ben said with a smirk, rising from the ground. "And I got the win on that sparring match. And I came three times, and you only came twice. Who really won today?"
Looma laughed in response, seeing the fire and the life in him. She slipped her foot underneath the shaft of her double foam hammer and kicked it into her grasp. "We can always have a rematch if you're not convinced yet."
Ben nodded, rising to his feet and grabbing the practice hammer, no longer too worried about if he got hit now that he knew what a female Tetramand's afterglow was like. "When I have ten inches up your ass and you're screaming for me, we'll see who's been convinced."

[El Heffe]

Chapter Three Lucy - Cocktease

r way down along Ben's bed as she got down onto her stomach in front of it, just staring for a moment at his amazing endowment. "And you had better not be lying to me about going all night now that I've seen what you really have." She moaned loudly, so aroused by the mere sight and feel of Ben's cock as it throbbed in her hand. She was going "You call this 'kissing cousins', right?" Lucy asked as she pressed herself down against Ben, who lay there flailing in frustration as she pushed her lips up tight against his, eyes lit up with a very playful sort of wickedness. She was in full tease mode, but for once it wasn't pranks that she sought to bring crashing down onto her human cousin, but sexual aggression. In her defense, Ben was no longer the scrawny ten year-old she remembered him being when they first met, and she found it impossible to not give in at least a little bit to the curiosities that seemed back by a total disregard for decency given their relation. She'd come into his bedroom and thrown herself right at him, but Ben didn't seem to mind most of what was happening.

"Don't make this weird," Ben groaned into her lips, hands tightly holding onto her hips. "We're cousins in law, and not even from the same species." He was fully content with the perky, gorgeous blonde throwing herself at him in her own coy way, not minding her aggression as he met it with some of his own, but the remarks about their relation by marriage weren't exactly getting him in the mood. He knew that was precisely why she was leaning on them so hard, of course, but that did very little to put him at ease as he tried his best to focus on everything other than what she was saying.

And oh how much there was to focus on. Sure, Lucy was an alien shapeshifter who could technically take on any form she wanted, but she had certainly grown into something special, curvier and filling out her black dress amazingly. A black dress that was short enough for Ben to pull a bit, getting his hands against her panties and digging into her ass he pulled her tighter against him, trying to silence her with his lips and a feverish kiss. He hoped that a heavy makeout session and letting her feel the rustling in his pants would be enough to keep her calm.

But Lucy could already feel it, moaning as she started to grind against his lap, their clothes still on, but not for much longer as she felt his cock straining against his jeans. She pushed harder against him and purred, "If you feel that big with a thick layer of denim keeping it down, I can't wait to see how big you really are." She kissed him more eagerly, pulling him in as her hands tightened against his collar and his cheek. "You're going to fuck me right, aren't you, Ben? You wouldn't want to let me down, would you? Because I need a big man with a big cock to fuck me as hard as he can, and to not stop until I can't think anymore."

The teasing was working wonders on Ben, whose head spun as his 'cousin' laid into him with sweet words and the vulgar promise of bliss. He was all too happy to sink into those promises, to lavish in the way she so sultrily called to him. "I'm going to fuck you all night," he promised, knowing he was getting teased and wound right up tightly by Lucy, but he couldn't help himself. "You're going to waddle out of my room tomorrow morning."

"Ooh, so bold," Lucy said, biting her lip as she rose up a bit and reached down for his zipper. She took her sweet time with it though, as the hand not working the jeans open fondled the outline of his cock. "Do you think you really have what it takes to make a girl like me that happy?" But she found herself eating her words as she pulled Ben's boxers off next and found his massive cock swinging upward, standing proud at throbbing, eager attention, her jaw nearly dropping as she beheld it.

"You ever taken ten inches before?" he bragged, and he could tell that he'd just proven himself worthy of his boldness to Lucy, who bit her lip tightly as she stared at it. "You ever taken ten inches all night long?"

Lucy was quick to get her hand around it, and she had to enlarge her hand to even get her fingers all the way across, her malleable alien body eagerly shifting to accommodate him. "I've never seen anything like it before," she moaned, sliding heto have a lot of fun with this.

Slipping down into position on her stomach between Ben's legs, Lucy got both hands around his cock, finding there was plenty of dick to spare as she began to stroke slowly, teasingly, along his shaft. "But what should I do first?" she asked herself, wistfully admiring just how many options Ben's amazing endowment opened up and all the many things she really, really wanted to do to him. She had a plan in mind that involved doing all of them, of course, and knew that the best course of action was in fact to be a wicked, playful tease to her darling cousin in law while she had the chance to, goading him into giving her what she craved in good time.

"It's not just going to be teasing me, is it?" Ben asked, groaning as he knew the answer to the question already, but he had to ask, unable to just lie there and take it as she brought whatever wickedness she had in mind to the table.

"Of course not." Lucy let out a gasp of feigned surprise as she nuzzled her cheek up against his cock. "You're also going to cum while I do it." Her face lit up with a wry smile as Ben groaned louder. She knew she had him right where she wanted him now, and was ready to begin teasing the merciless hell out of Ben. Fuck it, he could take it, and he was going to get something great out of it in the end if he could keep himself together and just deal with it. "But how to get you of..."

"Maybe I could lick your cock." Lucy leaned forward with a low purr and dragged her tongue up along his cock, a single, unbroken drag of her tongue going from base to tip before she ended with a kiss against his cock head. Pulling back down, she went all out with a sudden flurry of licks, putting her tongue to work excitedly as she began to lick all along Ben's shaft, coating it with saliva that her hands, still idly stroking and caressing his cock, helped spread out to make the entire production much slicker. There was enough cock that she had plenty to work with, and her eyes stared with an unbreaking, unblinking gaze up at Ben's as she made sure to get every inch of his cock thoroughly coated in saliva before she was done.

"Fuck, that's hot," Ben grunted, mostly to himself, glad that Lucy was back on the normal tease train, because a hot girl toying with his cock was everything he could have asked for, happily letting Lucy go to work at his shaft while she stared up at him with her bright purple eyes. She was an absolute beauty, and the way that she all too shamelessly adored his cock added a very appreciated edge to the entire production.

Once Lucy had his cock nice and slick, she led a trail of kisses up to the tip of his cock. "Or maybe I should suck on it instead." Her lips embraced the head, and she abandoned her eager tongue work to start slurping his cock down. She had to get her mouth open wide to take it, but she was all too happy to, her flexible, shapeshifting body accommodating whatever she needed to do as she pressed down and began to suck his cock into her mouth. She moaned as her lips wrapped tight around it, forming a vacuum seal as she pushed further down, hands settling onto his thighs for balance in the process.

Lucy was going to play this tease out for as long as she could, and the steady creeping of inch after inch of cock past her lips found its sudden, abrupt stop right at the back of her throat, teasing Ben with the thrill of penetrating her deeper, but as her head began to bob she seemed to have everything stop completely dead, her throat clenching up a little bit just to make sure that Ben was prodding against the entrance to it but never actually able to push into it. She could quickly see the reactions and frustrations arising from that denial, as Ben groaned and leaned his head back. She pulled back and cooed patronizingly, "Aw, what's wrong Ben? Too used to having your huge cock deepthroated?"

The answer was yes, of course, but Ben wasn't really going to give Lucy the satisfaction of handing her that ammunition, even if he was falling too easily victim to her teases still. At least it involved his dick in her mouth this time, not just a prank meant to target him and make him look like a fool. "If you don't want to deepthroat me, that's okay."

"Oh, but I do, Ben!" Her eyes widened, and a wicked gleam within them made his cock throb in worry. "I want to take your big, fat cock all the way down my throat, and I want to slobber on every inch of it! It's so amazing, and I want it all down, I want to be greedy with your cock like I've never been with any boy before!" She studied his every minor reaction as her arousing, seductive words ignited and frustrated him. "But... not now."

And with that, Ben nearly deflated with a frustrated sigh. Oh, this was fun. Lucy could get used to this kind of game.

"Maybe I could make your big cock blow its load by going lower." She licked her way quickly down his cock and pushed her face right into his walls. "These big, plump nuts deserve some love too, don't they, Ben?" A flurry of kisses adored Ben's sac with more affection than any girl had shown it before, and she nuzzled her cheek up against his cock in the process, relishing in the warm dick that throbbed and twitched against her face. She was eager to get sloppy and a little slutty in her coy, teasing cock worship, and what better way to really start showing a dirty side of herself to Ben than to slobber on his balls for a little while?

With his head rolling back and everything he felt driving him absolutely wild, all Ben could do was stare, stare at Lucy's face mostly obscured by his cock as she kissed and licked all over his balls, fitting one of them into her mouth and sucking on it while she jerked his cock off, and even just buried her whole face in there. He was amazed by the depths she was going to, the utter perversion she showed through every second of what she did, and he loved it. There was never a dull moment with Lucy at his cock, and sure, he was being toyed with and teased, but fuck did it feel good to be handled like this. Lucy's skills were shining through, and he loved it.

"Hmm, no, I think I need to go even deeper, don't I?" Lucy had taken everything with a steady kind of slowness, a patience that helped her dig in to Ben and savor the moment, but for this, she suddenly moved very fast as she grabbed his legs and pulled them up into the air, getting access to what she sought as she buried her face into his ass and pushed her tongue out. She eagerly began to lick, carelessly embracing a special kind of attention as she stared up at Ben past his cock, wanting a reaction so badly.

"Fuck!" Ben yelled in surprise as he felt it. The tongue dragging up the cleft of his ass, lapping back down and then wiggling against his ass hole directly. It was a surprising sensation, and he couldn't help but shiver as Lucy pushed her face forward, licking harder against it as she grabbed his cock and jerked him off rapidly. It all happened so quickly, and his head spun in surprise as he felt it all wash over him, that intense swell of surprise and frustration that came from being rimmed by the eager Lenopan. This should not have felt as guiltlessly, intensely good as it did, but he couldn't help himself, savoring the feeling of Lucy eating his ass and letting all the pleasure follow.

She got him close. Real close. With her tongue working over his ass hole and her hand jerking his cock off rapidly, Lucy let all the build and winding frustration work against Ben, teasing him hotter and harder with each stroke of his cock, until he was right at the very edge of release. "Mm, so close," she whined, and immediately pulled back, releasing his cock and drawing her head away, perking up and rising to stare at Ben as he let out an agonized groan. "You didn't think I was going to let you cum yet, did I?'

There was nothing stopping Ben from reaching down to grab Lucy by the head and force her back down right that second, but he toiled in frustration a moment as his cock ached, distracted by just how cruel the orgasm denial was, leaving him feeling so pent up. "I was hoping you would," he said as his cock ached, twitching at the very verge of release, but not a fraction of an inch closer. He was so near cumming that anything could have set him off, but that was Lucy's plan, of course, and he felt like an idiot for not trying to tense up in anticipation of it.

"Silly Ben. No, I couldn't let you cum yet. Not before I showed you everything. But now that you have..." She waited another moment, letting his cock come down from the peak of agony and frustration, before she leaned in and grabbed hold of it again. "I can show you the special surprise I have waiting for you." She leaned forward, bringing her lips up to the head of his cock, and closed her eyes. Lucy hadn't just teased Ben for the sake of making him squirm--although that was definitely a part of it--but so she could spring this surprise onto him now.

When her mouth opened to slurp his cock down, multiple tongues spilled out of her mouth, her tongue splitting off into multiple directions as she threw a total surprise toward Ben, her malleable form allowing her to do all kinds of twisted, perverted things, and she showed them off now as all at once, she took his cock into her mouth, licked down along his base, toyed with his balls, and went right back to licking his ass. Everything she had just showed off the possibility of using to get him off was brought down upon him at once in a fierce sell of excitement, as she revealed the constructive secret behind all of her teasing and adored. It was all so much so quickly, and Lucy seemed unrepentant now about peppering Ben with all of it at once.

It was pleasure overload on a level that Ben was not ready for, as he stared down at the purple eyed alien who looked just as smug and self-satisfied as could be over what she'd done. And not without reason, either; he felt himself lit up with so many feelings all at once, and he could not have been happier. "You're forgiven for all of it," he groaned, hips rocking upward as his cock was thoroughly worshiped by her tongues all at once, feeling so good that the way that Lucy fucked around her with body to allow this to even happen didn't register as weird to him, too busy enjoying the feeling of everything happening all at once, having his cock sucked and his cock, ass, and balls all licked eagerly at the same time. This was the kind of pleasure that it would have taken four girls to give him, and Ben didn't think he was ever going to have a situation where four girls threw themselves at him at once. But this? This was very doable.

Lucy was unrepentant now in her aggressive claim staked over Ben's cock, as she followed through on the only plan that felt worthy of a cock his size. There was so much dick to handle, and she felt like he deserved the best, even if she wanted to make him work for it. And now, as she listened to him moan, she was happy to find that Ben was in fact giving her all the delighted reactions she sought, certain that he was enjoying himself in a way very, very worth all the work. And for that, she was more than willing to give him her reward: her throat.

Lucy slurped him right down, pushing forward and taking Ben down deep. Her throat was stretched open by the thick head--not that her malleable form minded very much--and a moan rumbled through the lining of her esophagus as she began to facefuck herself down on his cock. She still paid attention to his shaft, his balls, and his ass in the process, turning herself into a one woman oral worship harem for Ben to enjoy as she bobbed her head back and forth, carelessly and eagerly giving her all to the amazing cock. There was nothing that she wanted more than for Ben to get off hard, and she knew he was well on his way to that.

It was too much. The tongue slithering against his ass hole, the tongue caressing his balls, the way she throated his cock and especially those needy eyes staring up at him... Ben was having the time of his life, and all her teasing had been very much worth what he was now on the receiving end of, as he groaned. "I'm going to cum!" he shouted, possibly against his better judgment given what Lucy had done to him the last time he was on the edge, but he trusted now that Lucy wasn't going to toy with him anymore, that he may actually be given some mercy and able to cum.

Indeed he was. Lucy purred, pulling her head back all the way at the very last second, all those splintered off tongues slurping back into her mouth as she grabbed his dick with her still oversized hands and jerked him off right in her face. "Cum all over me!" she shouted, and Ben was all too happy to oblige, treating Lucy to the pent up and frustrated load she had cultivated with all of her head work. His big dick was properly matched with a big load that shot all over her face in a sudden, startling rush of gooey, hot seed, leaving her moaning excitedly as she was painted with a big, messy facial.

"That's exactly what I was looking for," Lucy crooned, licking her lips as she pulled back. "Mm. Did you enjoy yourself, Ben?"

Breathless and frustrated, Ben nodded slowly. "Yes," he said. "That was worth you being a pain in the ass."

She giggled. "Of course it was." Ben had begun to rise, and Lucy quickly shoved him back down onto the bed as she climbed onto his lap, straddling his cock and bringing his tip to her pussy. "But if you think that was good, wait until you feel what I can do with my pussy." She sank slowly down, and watched as Ben's spine arched, surprised by just how tight her slick hole was.

Ben was used to tightness. With a cock as big as his, it was kind of a given; even a big, burly tank of an alien woman like Looma had to be loosened up a bit. But Lucy's tightness was a special kind, because she had such fine control over her body that she was able to keep it incredibly snug, and as she sank down onto his cock, he felt the single tightest embrace his cock had ever been treated to, all while Lucy happily moaned and whined. "Your cock is big, I love it!" she cried out, knowing exactly what she had been in for, but the rush of pleasure she felt wasn't exactly something so plain that she shouldn't have noted it eagerly. She could hardly believe how good every part of her felt, but she craved more.

Lucy got herself all the way down to the very base of his cock, snugly clinging to ten inches of thick human cock as she grabbed hold of his shirt and moaned, "Do you want to see the fun part now?" Her lips curled into a wry smile as she played aggressive with him some more.

"Please," Ben groaned, ready to be at Lucy's mercy, at least for a little bit longer. The more he felt of her, the more he felt ready to take charge again, to throw her for a loop and start fucking her raw after all of her teasing, but it wasn't out of a competitive flare like with Looma. It was out of a desire to see her big, smug grin get replaced with a slutty expression of pure need. He wanted to fuck the tease right out of Lucy, and it was only a matter of time until the opportunity showed itself.

Lucy giggled excitedly as she felt hands running up along her body and grabbing her hips. She closed her eyes and focused on her vaginal passage, already so tight around Ben's cock, and began to work it around his dick, massaging him with the pulsating of her inner walls. She didn't just have control over the muscles, but over the entire physical form, and began to caress his dick with her inner walls, shifting and shaking around Ben's cock.

It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he couldn't help but twist excitedly about as he felt Lucy's pussy mercilessly working his cock over "Holy shit," hegroaned, head pressing back against the bed, the thrill of feeling her body working him over like this absolutely blowing his mind. It was a pleasure like he'd never felt before. "Don't stop," he groaned, clutching her tightly, expecting her to start moving.

But she didn't. Lucy remained in place, moaning as she savoured the thrill of her pussy working his cock over. "Why don't we just stay like this, Ben?" she asked, leaving slowly forward and licking her lips, savouring the delight of teasing him. She remained firmly in place, refusing to twist or bounce, not riding his lap as she remained in place, ready to just enjoy the feeling of sitting atop him. "Mm, I don't really feel like doing nay more work now after all that oral attention. Such a shame, I guess you'll just have to lie here and let me massage your cock to orgasm."

That was his cue. Granted, it was a cue Lucy was throwing him without much subtlety, but still, Ben knew it was time to take it as he shoved himself upward and pushed Lucy down onto her back with his own body slamming against her. As she hit the bed his hips were pulling back and then slamming downward into the velvet, spasming tightness of her amazing cunt. "I don't think so," he said, grabbing her hands and pinning them down to the bed as he turned the tables, flipping her teasing dominance and taking what he wanted from her body, thrusts pounding suddenly and harshly away at her as be began to fuck the coy blonde raw.

"So much power!" she screamed, gasping in delight as she clutched Ben tightly, feeling the burst of aggression and speed that came with his frustrated turning of the tables. This was exactly what she had wanted, a riled up and desperate Ben suddenly ignited and ready to go all out on her tight body. She couldn't have asked for anything better, clutching him tightly as she gasped, "Fuck me raw, Ben! Blow my mind with that huge cock!" Lucy was a lucky girl tonight, as she found herself on the receiving end of Ben's amazing dick, which would have looked like it was overcompensating had it been some lenopan boy growing one, but this was all natural, all human, and that impressive stature made her all the more eager to submit completely to him and to it, regardless of what she had to do.

Ben didn't need to be asked, as he grabbed herh ips and slammed down into her relentlessly, grunting hard as he savoured every inch of her body with his hands, pushing her dress up furhter and higher. Ben didn't need to be asked, as he grabbed her hips and slammed down into her relentlessly, grunting hard as he savoured every inch of her body with his hands, pushing her dress up further and higher. "I'm going to stop fucking you all night," he promised, and Lucy now believed every word of it, having no reason to doubt Ben fate what she felt. His thrusts were intense, making her body shake and her breasts heave as he went all out on her tight snatch, thrusting down as fast and as hard as he could. There was so much strength behind every slam down into her, as he pushed past all of the unyielding tightness and the way her inner walls shook and squirmed, massaging his cock through his fucking. He was sure they made sex toys that did something similar, but no vibrating pocket pussy could have compared to a perverted lenopan's perfect cunt.

As she was shaken and pounded into, Lucy was all delight, all fire, noisily taking the reversal of fortunes well. She wasn't in control anymore, submitting to Ben's cock and left without the recourse to tease and taunt him that had let her get him into this state, but the pleasure that surged through her felt so good that she didn't even mind the way that she was now without it, just accepting it all greedily. "Fuck me," she whined every few shaky breaths, pleading with him for more as she clutched his back, holding tightly onto him and savouring every brutal, vulgar second of how he used her body. It felt too good for Lucy to resist a single second of what he had in store for her.

Every thrust was another powerful, exciting swell of sensation. Ben had never thrust into a hole so amazing before in his life, and he craved more, desperately slamming down into her as he tried his best to keep up the friction but also felt desperate to enjoy her pussy worshiping his cock with its wriggling and its vibrations. This was too much, and he couldn't get enough of it, pounding away as she worked him over to an orgasm faster than he had been expected, but very much earned given the sheer, crushing weight of the pleasure she bore down upon him with.

When Lucy came, she couldn't exactly escalate the situation any; the things her pussy was doing were already so much more vigorous than she could have done naturally with a normal pussy. So instead, she simply locked him inside of her, tightening her pussy down at the entrance too much for Ben to move any more as his dick was buried all the way inside of her, fervidly milking his cock as she screamed, "Creampie me, Ben!" She was gone, so happy and blissfully filled, and the eager, fervid working over of his dick was more than any man could have hoped to endure.

But Ben didn't mind, groaning as he threw his head back and let it all rush through him. His cock erupted, shooting a sudden rush of burning, thick spunk right into the tight snatch desperate around his shaft. It felt so good to unload right into her amazing pussy, unlike anything he'd ever felt before and leaving him awash with pure delight. Especially when he could stare at Lucy's face, twisting into a lewd expression of pure bliss as she lay there, feeling his seed flooding into her. There was no smugness left in her. Satisfaction, sure, but she was now a bright, submissive, excited little mess.

"There's so much cum," she whined, biting her lip. "Are you done? I hope you're not done. Why aren't you still thrusting into me?"

Ben snickered. "Let go of my cock, and I'll get right back to fucking you again." Lucy was his now, and he had a long night ahead of him of sealing the deal.