It is AD2245 and Jenny Benton is the Bio Science Officer on the USFS Beagle, a spacecraft exploring planets thought to harbor life in our sector of the Milky Way galaxy. Arriving at a hothouse planet with a thriving ecosphere, the ships sensors reveal no signs of technological life. Exploration, however soon reveals a highly intelligent marine species that is as eager to make contact with her as she is to encounter it.
WARNING! This 5.709 word story contains beautiful woman scientists, dubious consent, breath play, rubber fetish, SCUBA, oral and anal tentacle sex and one very horny alien!
I lay motionless, face upward, sucking air deep into my lungs as the creature slowly engulfed me. I felt its warm, slick, undulating embrace surging up over my knees. The further in I got the more purchase the creature had to drag me in. The sensation was strangely pleasant, the warm rhythmical contractions and surges massaging my thighs as the creature worked itself up me, dragging me into its warm love chamber.
The soft coils of its tentacles supported me as I was dragged in ever further. I felt a tingling as the tightness of the creature’s opening drew up around my hips, contracting as it slid up around my narrow waist. I felt rhythmical undulations up and down my legs and up over my tummy as the creature massaged me exquisitely. I quickly made sure my bailout regulator was clipped to my shoulder strap where I could get at it if I needed it in a hurry.
As the creature slid further up around my midriff, I pushed my hands down flush with my hips and into its opening. It glided up over them and contracted. I was restrained and helpless now – one tentacle could pull my mask off and I’d drown. Instead the last two tentacles held me gently around the arms as the slug slid up over my breasts, dilating to take in the rebreather unit on my back.
I was entirely inside the creature now apart from my head and hoses. One massive surge by the creature and I was fully engulfed. My world suddenly went very dark as I was slowly tugged deeper and deeper into the alien by powerful muscular surges. The rebreather was silent in operation and all I could hear was the sound of gurgling as the alien molded to my soft feminine contours.
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Published June 27, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy.