“I don’t have genitals that you can stimulate or even really comprehend. Sex for my species is more of a…merging thing instead of a penetrative one.” Xyzo slides a tentacle down my knee and wraps it in a slow spiral down my calf. “Humans actually have a shockingly primitive form of breeding, even compared to other planets like this. You guys are falling behind.”
“Sorry, I guess?” I shrug.
“Not your fault this place is a very, very backwoods planet. Anyway, sex, you and me.” Xyzo turns toward me, another tentacle joining the first to stroke along my leg. Any issues I had with my girldick showing up late to the party were now a long forgotten memory, and I feel myself twitch with every movement of Xyzo against my body. “I can feel a lot through these tentacles, to the point of what you’d probably call an orgasm.” A tendrilinches across my hips, the grey skin sliding against my paleness. “So, lucky you, I get off just by touching you.”
“That sounds…” My brain disconnects for a moment as I watch Xyzo spiral the thin appendage around the base of my girldick, the feeling tight and strangely familiar, if a little colder than other things that have been there. “Amazing…”
“Yeah, it seems like you find it pretty amazing…” Xyzo kisses at my chest and moves to the side of my breasts, avoiding my nipples for now. “You taste good, Lucy…”
Xyzo’s tentacle fully encases my girldick, the grey skin turning orange as it slithers around me. I look at Xyzo, my eyes half-lidded, and I try to keep my breath. “F…fuck…thank you…I…try to…”
“You’re losing your words, baby…” Xyzo nips at my chin, pressing herself against me.
“Can—you…blame…me…” I say, my mind swirling.
“Not at all.” She sighs to herself.
I watch Xyzo pump my girldick in the tentacle, the feeling tight and powerful, almost like a toy. It’s hypnotizing to see, and familiar-feeling despite how foreign it should be since it’s, you know, an alien jerking me off.
“You’re so warm too…” Xyzo returns to kissing my chest, this time giving my nipples some much-needed attention.
When I went on HRT, I was amazed at how sensitive my nipples got, basically right away. Where before I’d felt basically nothing when someone touched my nipples, now I felt like I could almost cum just from them being stimulated.
“Fffkkffmm…” I strain, my mind unable to keep up any kind of normalcy or concept of language as I feel more and more intense sensations from Xyzo. I reach out and pull her head toward my chest, and I’m delighted when she accepts the pressure, picking up her speed in sucking my tits.
I don’t know how many times Xyzo has done this with a human, but she isgoodat it. And the best part of it is that she’s perfectly fine with me sitting back and taking it, it seems. I’ve always been a bit of a pillow princess, and have gotten my fair share of complaints for being so, but the deep interest in Xyzo’s eyes, the way she looks at me receiving pleasure from her, it’s clear she isn’t planning on complaining any time soon that I’m the focus of all of this.
She pulls back from my tits and gazes up at me. “Is that good, my good girl?” She says with a sleepy edge.
The words make my brain fuzzy. Calling trans girls ‘good girl’ is basically kryptonite for most of us. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that a whole lot of women who spent formative years of their lives with bad self-image and doubts about what they were doing in life would end up with praise kinks. Combine that with the quick and easy affirmation of it…not only are you saying I’m a girl, but I’m being agoodone also? We have no defense against it, we become a puddle…sometimes literally.
“I…mmm…yes, I…really like it.” I say.
“Now,” Xyzo sits up and pushes herself up from the bed, her tentacles making the motion smooth and not the awkward hobbling most people do when trying to move on a soft mattress. “We can…go further, but, a lot of people find it too weird, so I underst?—“
I snap out of my blissful haze “—Xyzo if you’re asking if you can fuck my ass with your tentacles, I promise you I would beverymuch into that.” I grin. Even if I’m a passive pillow princess, I also know what I want, and I will always be my own most fierce advocate. At least when it comes to things I’d like to get fucked by.
“Oh, you’re an eager girl…” Xyzo strokes a tentacle up my leg, starting on my shin and inching up, each bit of progress getting it closer to the tops of my unbelievably sensitive thighs.
“I am…that…” I say.
She moves down the bed and straddles me, tentacles going in every direction, writhing across my body.
“Oh, I have an idea…”
“You can do whatever you want at this point, Xyzo, I’m yours.” I coo.
“Well…” She moves a tentacle along my thigh and slides it up the length of my girldick, putting the tip of it even with the tip of mine. “If my research is correct, I think…” she sweeps another tentacle across my body, a thicker one, and wraps it around me, “this is called…frotting?”
Xyzo strokes us together, making my body melt into the bed. “Y…yes…we call it…thh…that…” my brain feels untethered, like I can’t even feel the weight of myself any longer. Frotting with other girls was a fucking amazing thing on its own, but with an alien, with Xyzo, it’s an entirely different experience that causes me to disconnect from reality.
“Mmm…it feels…pretty fucking good for me too…” Xyzo smiles, a blush spreading across her chest, turning the jade green to an orangeish color. “God, this is…really amazing…”
I want to say something witty in return, but my mind is spent, so I just nod and release myself to the pleasure. After a few more seconds, I drift back to reality. “Yeah, I’m a big…fan of it…”
Xyzo laughs a bit and gets more comfortable, settling herself onto me, my legs now covered with a writhing mass of tentacles. “You’re…thick…” she says, watching her tentacle pulse with my girldick.
“So…I’ve been told.” I can’t believe Xyzo likes to talk this much during sex, but I welcome it. I’ve always been super chatty during sex, and it’s ruined more than a few encounters, but I can’t help it. Now, Xyzo making it almost impossible to talkmyself has made this a bit of a one-sided conversation, but, still, I love the playful way she’s going about this.
