As Far as She Lets It Go

“Alright, first let’s try a… bit of foreplay.” Frustrated, I drop all pretense of alien workings and spin to drop back down onto the bed with her still on top of me. I raise her body and rotate her effortlessly, disorienting her as her limbs flail until she comes back down on top of me, her immaculate slit before my eyes. I dip my tongue into her hole--again, forbiddingly tight!--and do my best to suck and probe at the unresponsive crotch before me, sneaking a hand in to gently squeeze and rub her clit... and, I can't help but notice, she does not reciprocate, at least at first. After a few awkward seconds alone with my dick, however, she finally grabs hold of it with a less than gentle firmness. She bends it up, perhaps to take it into her mouth...?

“Your replication is true to detail! This is just a slightly larger version of what I saw in Health class, no doubt a just-above-average, perfectly normal-looking, human penis... say, does your species reproduce using the energy you're harvesting, or is that a separate function-?”

“Just suck or jerk it, please,” I grunt in between dabs into her crotch. I swear she's trying to kill the mood.

Her hand squeezes my meat with an ungentle brutishness I did not expect, but not enough to make it painful. In fact, she pumps my cock with those inexperienced fingers with a vigor that’s quite enjoyable. “I hope this feels appropriate? Having you nuzzle my vagina is a strange, weirdly moist experience, one I guess must be enjoyable enough that most girls ignore the slobbering and-”

I really wish she chose to suck me off instead. “I’m getting you as wet as I can to- you know what, new plan.” After a bit of repositioning, I’m standing tall on the bed while she stays on her knees, tiny and shapely below me, with my cock gently prodding her face. “Put it on your mouth,” I order her.

Obediently, but with a grimace, she gently slides her tiny mouth over the head of my cock, stretching it out as I feel it knock against her teeth.

“Suck and lick it until you’ve covered it all in your spit.” The robotic orders are awkward as Hell, but she obeys as she laps the head of my cock with a probing, curious tongue. In my frustration I wasn’t ready for the pleasant chills this would cause, flinching and groaning as she works.

She apparently likes the feedback from her alien partner because she gets far more into it, her tongue lapping and licking the bottom of my shaft from scrotum to tip. She purses her lips on its side as she forces more and more lubrication onto it, her magnified eyes never leaving my face as she checked for more feedback. I just give her gentle nods as I try not to react out of pride; the day’s left my junk oddly sensitive, or maybe this is what they call being oversexed, but this little “non-sexual entity” is proving quite the cocksucker. It doesn't help that I can't meet her eye during this; arousing magic aside, she's way too cute there, eagerly fellating me with big puppy eyes.

“The next experiment is to fu-huck…” I stammer as she finds a small, terrible secret, one I didn’t even know: I really like having my shaft jerked taut as the rim of my head gets licked.

She’s a natural, and unfortunately she’s also a natural at playing with prey once she has it. She only answers after a long, teasing circuit of her tongue makes my body jolt. “As in…?”

“Your pussy,” I grunt.

Her nose wrinkles. “It appears I’m generating far more sexual energy here-”

“We’ll come back to this later,” I sigh as I reach down and gently push her shoulders. The gentle push with my perk, though, is absolute; her resistance fails immediately and she falls backwards onto the bed, her legs awkwardly unfolding from underneath her bum. Between them, her uncaring pussy waits. My dick glistens with spit; surely enough before… well, before her body functions hopefully wake up to pick up the slack on lubrication.

As I kneel with both hands on her knees, gently spreading her thighs, she goes into an anatomical litany that betrays how nervous she is. “Y-You no doubt know—but I must confirm—that the human vagina requires arousal—something I do not do—to expand to fit a human male member comfortably and to lubricate itself sufficient to permit repeated, thrusting attacks from an invading member.” I wordlessly nod as I line the head of my dick up to kiss her labia. “Since I can provide neither function, nor sexual arousal, I think the optimal route would be-!”

“Are you withdrawing from this experiment?” I suddenly ask just as I feel my head pressing against a hole far too small for it.

“I… of course I am not, but I think I can recommend improvements! It's just, for efficiency and… and the reactions you appear to desire-”

“If you don’t want me to continue, we won’t… I will abandon this experiment immediately.” The act is almost as hard as the twitching cock she teased so well. It presses eagerly to expand the miniature port before it until they fit together. She gives a soft “eep” when I press in that makes her worm backwards and away from my threat. “I will not... **** your participation.”

“But I… I want you to experiment on me!”

“So... is that consent?”

She stares up at me with shocked, cartoonishly magnified eyes. I’ve been avoiding those eyes for a reason, as my twitching rod reminds me. Damn it, I have to stop staring back at her or I’ll lose control here. A random worry slips into my mind: is she going to be okay in school with that eye? “I… I don’t know that conditional… wait, no, I guess my withdrawal is technically harmless, but…”

If she was at least turned on I'd feel fine about it; girls denying their own pleasure, and me drawing it out anyways, was quickly becoming my fetish. But here? I need just a bit more... argh, there’s a phrase for consent that escapes me, but then again I’m just trying to get her to think she consented to this willingly, even enthusiastically- wait, that’s the word they told us, wasn’t it? “I will require your enthusiastic consent or I must abort the experiment.”

“I’m-!” She clasps her hands together and forces a smile that trembles. “I really… want these experiments to happen! I want it so enthusiastically, exuberantly, explicitly! So please… con… cont…”

“Continue?”

She nods with her eyes squeezed shut, though I can’t tell since I’m doing my best to not catch her Lilith’s Eye. Good enough for me, horny as I am, plus the spit is going to dry out if I don't hurry up. Carefully, I press in… and her butt wiggles her away from me until I grip her waist with impossible, steadfast strength. “O-Oh, that’s-” But I don’t give her time to finish the sentence before I pull her back onto my meat. So impossible to resist is my movement of her body that the tight opening stretches and pries open, the absurdly tight seal taking most of my lubrication efforts off as I **** inch after inch past its resistant-

… and then I reach the end of her with less than half my cock inside. Her pussy is already as tight as her opening the whole way down, but when I hit and stretch the back of that birth canal, and the whole thing flinches as if to get me out… I just see stars. I love sex with all the sopping pussies before this one, but… but this is closer to those first, delightful inches of anal with Alice. No, even better... this clenching, barely-wet pocket grips me like some high-powered sex toy, desperately pumping and squeezing the tip of me as if to demand my exit... when all it's wringing from me is some cum as lubricant before we continue.

I’m about ready to give it what it wants as I lean forward, ever avoiding catching that arousing eye lest I hurt her trying to thrust harder. I keep her hips pinned to me while I take her soft, inverted nipple into my mouth and do my best to tease the tender flesh there into erection. All that said, a few more near-dry thrusts into that vice grip, and the feeling of my head rubbing so sensually and rapidly against the flesh just beneath her cervix, it’s… it’s too much…! I resist the urge to declare my ejaculation with more than a stern exhale, and I glance up to look her in the eye, to see that realization of insemination I've enjoyed from the women before her…

Wendy Peppernickel, half my weight and eager to please, who did nothing to earn my fury or justify any ****, who is really just here to protect a friend and satisfy her conspiracy theories… forces a trembling smile with her eyes squeezed shut and streaming tears down her cheeks.

As my orgasm ebbs, I piece together what has come to pass and it crashes down on me all at once.