extraterrestrial lover (Patreon)

synopsis: being single sucks. being broke sucks even more. good thing your local alien breeding program is here to fix both of those problems!

pairing: virgin!alien x loser!reader

wc: 2.6k

content: mdni, smut, porn with plot, alien sex, just filth, fem reader, super horny reader lol, she just wants alien dick, breeding program, OVIPOSITION, knotting (sorta), glory hole station going on, restraints/bondage, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected piv sex, mentions of shapeshifting, egg preg, creampie

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Beneath the printed words had been a long list of benefits, proudly proclaiming what a service to society you’d be doing. 

You’d like to say that it was the fat check or the promise of paid-for housing that convinced you. 

Truthfully though? 

You were just a freak. 

A broke, horny bum who was sick of bouncing from couch to couch of friends who were starting to get sick of you. Besides, you didn’t really feel right fingering yourself under a blanket when they were sleeping a room away. 

The idea of getting your womb stuffed full with alien eggs or your pussy squeezing around strange tentacles left you tense and squeezing around nothing as you signed your name next to every marked x on the papers they presented you. 

The group arranging the whole thing was sorta like a strange PETA, spearheading protests in support of aliens’ rights when people tried to put them into zoos, organizing efforts to help their dying species repopulate and assimilate into society. 

They tried to say they weren’t all that different from humans. 

You hadn’t actually seen one yet. But the stories you heard only intrigued you more. Filled your head with thoughts of extra limbs and translucent skin and technicolor eyes. Of cocks no other man’s would ever be able to compare too. Thick and veiny, the kind that would cram inside your cunt and leave you no room to even think about anything.

Everyone who’d joined the breeding program before came back with glowing reviews, satisfaction etched into their features as they dreamily sighed and confided only the vaguest of details, hands resting on swollen stomachs before they returned to the apartments being provided for them. 

So what if sometimes they were contradicting? 

“Would you like some time to prepare or-”

“Now is good,” you grinned, offering a thumbs up as you slid the contract back to them.  

You sort of thought you’d get probed to see if you were a potential match. Strapped down to a cold clinic table and spread open while they stuck different instruments inside of you to see how much slick you could produce, if your eggs were compatible. 

But the man in front of you had only drawn a vial of blood from you and taken your basic vitals before having you sign off on a ridiculously large stack of papers. 

Asking more questions about their process would’ve been the intelligent thing to do. 

But instead, you just nervously wringed your fingers together while he guided you into a cramped elevator that dropped you down to an unmarked floor, a clipboard with a couple more papers still in his hand. The hallway it opened up to was brightly-lit, the walls bare and the tiles sparkling clean beneath your feet as he led you past what felt like a hundred doors until he finally opened what looked like a random one on the left. 

A more-sane woman would’ve properly acknowledged how sketchy this whole thing was. 

For all you knew, there could be a camera hidden in the wall, live-streaming this whole scene for some freaks on the internet. Or it could be the set up to some trafficking operation, ready to snatch people idiotically enough to participate. 

You could turn around. 

Change your mind and say that maybe this wasn’t for you after all. 

But as your eyes settled on the only items in the room, there was only arousal coiling in your core. 

Someone had set up a poorly-constructed pillory of sorts, or well, you supposed it was closer to a glory hole connecting this room to the next. There was a cushioned bench for you to bend over, pressed against a clean hole cut in the wall. 

You felt your mouth twitch down, irritated that you wouldn’t actually get to see the aliens fucking you full. 

But beggars couldn’t really be choosers, you supposed. 

“They, well, don’t seem to be necessarily attracted to humans,” the clipboard-wielding man apologetically instructed. 

“Oh,” you murmured, walking over as you stripped off the gown they’d given you to change into earlier, letting the flimsy fabric hit the floor and positioning yourself on the bench. You tried not to let your disappointment be on display – even if your body would be.  

It was cool on your bare stomach, enough space for your face to rest on the dark leather. He walked behind you, offering you a few more semi-sympathetic instructions as he fixed the restraints attached to the bench. 

Your wrists were locked into place by your head, a thick band wrapping around your waist to the bench to ensure you wouldn’t slip or squirm away mid-breeding session. 

“Are you comfortable?” He questioned, as if he couldn’t really believe anyone could be cozy like this. You nodded anyway. 

Anticipation was desperately crawling its way up through you, but the words wouldn’t come out, fear holding it back as you tested the strength of your restraints. 

You were stuck here until someone let you out. 

“He’ll join you momentarily,” he said, glancing over his shoulder and scurrying out like he already knew you weren’t going to ask any questions. 

Was this what waiting for a blind date felt like?

How’d they even decide which alien you were paired with? 

You weren’t sure if you’d like one as inexperienced as you or one that had done this before. You contemplated it for a moment before landing on the latter. It would probably be more pleasurable that way, wouldn’t it? 

Counting the seconds in your head wasn’t really helping pass the time, your ass pressed against the cool wall, the open air on your cunt making you tense and flutter around nothing. 

You shut your eyes, trying to will your body into relaxing when you felt it. 

Something wet and warm slowly dragging its way up your entrance. 

It almost felt like a tongue. But it wasn’t the right size. Too big. Too thick. 

Lazily swirling around your slick folds, writhing its way in as you gasped in surprise. 

Okay, it wasn’t like you thought you’d get a ‘hi, how are you?’ beforehand, but the blunt way he’d just begun without even a grunt or a groan or the chitter of foreign appendages had caught you completely off-guard. 

You couldn’t linger on it when whatever was inside you just kept prodding deeper, exploring you in deliberate thrusts slithers? 

It felt like he was making it his personal mission to map out every nook, every bump, every piece of you as you felt something damp begin to smear across your inner thighs. He had to be using his mouth, right? 

Warming you up? 

He prodded, no, probed deeper, and you were moaning at the intrusion, clamping down around him as you buried your face into the bench. 

God, no sex toy would ever be able to hit the same. Compare to the strange pulses of pure pleasure rolling through you right now with its intense fervor and odd rhythm. 

You felt like he was just testing you out. Imagined some curious humanoid creature tasting you on an oversized tongue as he flicked at your closed cervix, experimentally pushing at it just to elicit another broken inhale of air. 

A deep groan sounded through the shared wall, your pussy squeezing down tighter at the idea that he was enjoying this as much as you, that he perhaps liked the sounds he was pulling out of you. 

And then the thing inside you disappeared completely. 

Slipped back out in time with your own weak whine of protest – but before he could give you time to actually complain, to mourn his presence, another part of him was sliding in to replace it.

You knew within a handful of seconds no man was ever going to stuff the way he was now.

Would ever fill you up so fully, occupying so much of you that you forgot how to breathe properly. 

You were fairly confident that it was his cock this time, but the swollen head of it was fatter than you expected, leaking enough pre-cum to qualify as lube as he bottomed out in a single, slow thrust. 

What was truly bizarre how perfectly he seemed to fit you. 

As if his cock had been molded to every ridge and wall, designed to maximize the arousal pooling and swirling in the pit of your stomach. 

He took his time dragging it in and back out, measuring your moans until he found the perfect tempo to fuck you too, as if he was playing along with your whines and whimpers. 

Despite the previous warning you received, this one seemed like he was prioritizing your pleasure. 

Was there truly no attraction? 

Why not just pump and dump instead of prolonging it with every pulse of his thick cock? 

Maybe you were the girlfailure equivalent of a man being convinced a hooker was in love with him, but fuck, the heat and the pressure and the force were all just distorting every last vestige of reason into delusion. 

You couldn’t focus.

Couldn’t suck in enough air, the oxygen staved from your brain certainly not helping you back to your senses as his next thrust dragged you deeper into delirium. 

“Do-do you like that?” A strained voice spoke through the wall, your heart thumping wildly as you realized he was actually talking to you. That you could understand him. 

Nothing had prepared you for that. 

You assumed that they had their own way of communication, that they weren’t capable of-

“Answer me,” he requested while you were still mid-thought, your breath hitching in your throat at the hint of desperation you could pick up on. “Please?” 

“I do,” you whispered, but you weren’t sure if he could even hear you, forcing yourself to swallow hard and speak up again, “I do.” 

Your stomach was fluttering. 

Like, actual butterflies taking flight stirring over an alien trying to breed you asking if you were enjoying the sex.

You tried to tame them. Attempted to remind yourself that this was a one-time thing, that you didn’t get to see his face or his form and would probably never get fucked by him again. 

But the excitement bursting inside you was quickly overwriting those thoughts the same way his cock was currently rewiring your body to only crave him. 

“I have never-” he began, his confession distorting before he cleared his throat. If he had one. “I have never done this.” 

You hadn’t imagined even aliens could speak with such reverence. 

Subtle worshipping pouring from his quivering words as you imagined what mouth it might be coming out of. 

He spoke of sex like it was more than just something physical, like you were sharing a spiritual moment together, as if each rock of his body against yours through that cut-out hole meant more than you could fathom. 

“I haven’t either,” you breathed out a reassurance, but you were holding your next inhale almost immediately, wrists straining against their hold as you waited to hear his voice again. 

His fat tip prodded at your cervix, pushing at it as if he could pry it open – and with terrifying certainty, you were sure that you’d let him, even if it was painful. 

But he didn’t cross the boundary. 

Didn’t venture deeper. 

Just stalled there, a fevered groan escaping as you felt his thick base start to throb. 

“I am your first?” He questioned, his manner of speaking rather stilted. You nodded before remembering he couldn’t see. 

“Mm, mhm,” you half-whimpered, wiggling your hips as much as you were allotted in an attempt to get him to keep fucking you. 

You weren’t a virgin, but he was your first alien.

So that still counted, right? 

He made a noise you didn’t understand, but his cock seemed to thrust deeper, so you scrunched your eyes again, focusing on the invisible rubber band of restraint pulling tighter and tighter inside of you.  

“I could be anything you want,” he promised, shifting from soft and sweet to sharp and cold. Testing the sounds out to see what made you squeeze around him. 

“A-anything?” You echoed, your word coming out in a keening whine as the cock inside you swelled. 

Really, it felt more like it was ballooning, the entire shaft expanding like he wasn’t already stretching you to your limits. 

The noise that slipped out of you didn’t even sound human. 

Frankly, you didn’t feel like one with him inside of you. More like an animal, reduced to your most primal instincts, clinging to a cock with the hope of it spilling its seed inside you. Praying that it would sprout. 

“W-what’s-” 

“You can take me, can’t you?” He hummed, settling on a gravelly voice, deep enough to make you shiver as a thick fog started to descend over your already fractured thoughts. Everything felt fuzzy and warm, colors blurring together as a strange feeling started to prick at the base of your skull. 

It almost felt like it was splintering your sanity, piercing through your brains and picking your mind apart as your body began to shudder. 

You weren’t capable of squirming. 

Stuck in place and spearheaded on his thick length, the pressure melting you into a pile of putty he was playing with, no longer certain who was being molded around who with each second that slid away from you. 

“You are perfect,” he purred, your heart swelling itself with pride at his compliment. 

No one had ever called you that before. 

No one had ever fucked you like this before. 

Even without seeing him, you could practically taste his adoration in each rock of his cock up against your cervix. Open veneration he felt no shame in showing as he split you apart and sewed you back together with the warmth of him. 

“You are,” you echoed, eyes rolling back as something squishy prodded at your cervix, finally opening it up to shove it inside. 

Logically, you knew it should hurt. 

That you should be crying out in pain at something so sensitive being pried open to make room for his spawn. But pleasant heat was the only thing coursing through you. Your toes curling and your thighs tensing as pure bliss rolled through you. 

You felt like you were swimming in an ocean of it. Waves cresting soothingly against your skin, relief racing through your veins with each soft egg he implanted deep inside your womb. 

One by one, plopping into place and nudging into each other as his swollen cock kept you locked into place. The restraints stopped you from jolting, your body only shuddering as a blindingly bright orgasm distracted you from the cock stuffing you full. 

You heard your own voice, cursing and whining, desperation ringing out in the small room keeping you separated from him. 

Fuck, you wished you could see him. Wish your shaking fingers could touch him, whether it was skin or scales beneath your palms. 

He could be anything you want. 

Did that mean he’d take any form? Take any shape? 

Or was that just his cock? 

“You’re doing well,” he praised, your body trembling as hot cum suddenly spilled out, fertilizing all those eggs still squishing against each other. “Almost done, my angel.” 

Angel. 

You almost giggled. 

Laughed at the idea of you being heaven-sent when he was already sort of from the heavens. Sent down from the sky to give you a new purpose. 

You couldn’t see your stomach, but you imagined the swell of it from the eggs, your walls already stretched to their limit as he finished fucking into you. 

He didn’t pull out though. 

You didn’t know if he could. 

Slick and cum sloshing around inside of you while he tried and failed to retract just an inch, sighing through the wall as his eggs settled deep in your stomach. 

“Would you be interested in a permanent position?” 

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