Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Succubus Summoning 201: Additional Chapters and Extras

As with Succubus Summoning 101, I'm intending to include a few extra short chapters to fill in some background info on the world and characters.  Here's a question for you all out there:

What bits of the Succubus Summoning 201-213 chapters did you find unclear and what additional background would you like to see filled in?

This is mainly about the college and the other students (Darvill in particular).  I know you all have a lot of questions about Verdé and the others, but I'm keeping those cards close to my chest for the time being. ;)

The other thing I'm planning to do is to release "A Night at McHooligans" as an ebook novella just before Succubus Summoning 201 comes out.  The reason for this is because I don't know how many readers are aware of the series/shorts on Literotica and other places, and anyone going straight from Succubus Summoning 101 to Succubus Summoning 201 is going to wonder who the hell Carnivrillarofax is and how Phil knows him.  (There was no good way of incorporating the short story in Succubus Summoning 201 without it being out of sequence or wrecking the flow of the plot - I did try! :D)

The options are to price the ebook "A Night at McHooligans" as free or 99c (same as the Sandwiched by series, which I will be getting back to once Succubus Summoning 201 is out).  Free would likely leave me out of pocket once commissioning cover art and extra time spent editing/formatting is taken into account.  On the other hand, I loathe charging people for things that are already free online (I know some people don't mind this as they see it as supporting future work, but I don't want to take the piss).  So, if I was going to slap a price tag on this, I'd like to make sure there were some nice extras there so readers would feel they were at least buying something.

That leads me to:

What extras would you like to see in an ebook version of "A Night at McHooligans"?

Character bios?  Spellbook?  Mini bestiary within the universe?  An original short story might be an option, but it would likely need to be very short for me to be able to finish it in time.  Maybe a gratuitous excuse for a drawn-out sex scene with one of the five succubi.  I know some people have been begging to see some more Nurse Honey sexy action.  This is also a possibility.

Anyway, tell me your desires in the comments below and I'll see I can give Succubus Summoning 201 (and extras) the release it deserves.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Working on editing Succubus Summoning 201

Yep, in the guts of putting the Succubus Summoning 201 novel together.  That means things might be quiet around here for a week or so, depending on how things go.

I have three H-space monster girl bestiary stories in various stages of progress.  If I can sneak time to work on them, I'll post them in the usual weekly slot.  This is largely dependent on how Succubus Summoning 201 is progressing.  (And yes, you can surmise from this that the projected release date is not far off).

Friday, August 12, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Red Lips Succubus

Name: Red Lips Succubus
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Wide-ranging, but thankfully rare.

Another of the succubus-type HSIOs that resemble (and are likely the originators of) the devil girls of myth.  They take the appearance of extremely alluring women, but with the additional 'devil' features of horns, tail and leathery bat wings.

These succubi have very pale, almost white, skin.  Their main identifying feature is their lips, which are full, sensual and a vivid scarlet in colour that contrasts sharply with their pale skin.  This coloration appears to be natural pigmentation despite looking like artificial lip gloss.

Attack Strategy:
This is one of the more powerful succubus types.  They are extremely dangerous because of their ability to mesmerise and completely immobilise opponents with their lips.  We don't really know how this works.  There is a theory that the combination of the shape, coloration and the way the lips stand out from the rest of the succubus's pale face triggers a weird neural reaction in the human brain that causes it to partially shut down and lock up all conscious movement, causing paralysis in the onlooker.  However the succubus does this, it is terrifyingly effective, with a single blown kiss being enough to incapacitate an entire squad.

As with other H-space succubi, the red lips variant feeds on the fluids and energy released during sexual activity.  Red lips succubi prefer to use either fellatio or cunnilingus, and are capable of sucking their prey completely dry in a frighteningly short space of time.

What do you want me to put here?

Did you read the part where I wrote they are capable of immobilising an entire squad simply by blowing a kiss at them?

How are we supposed to counteract that?

What do you want me to do?  Tell the men to wear blindfolds just so the succubi can drain them dry in other immoral and indecent ways?

I can't even get them to understand the dangers they face from the minor HSIOs.  When I tried to warn them about this new type of succubus they were too busy laughing at the concept of being blowjobbed to death.

This is hopeless.  We warn the men.  They don't listen.  We send them out and the succubi kill them.  Then we bring in a fresh batch to start the cycle anew.

When is this going to end?

Threat Level:
They can take out a combat-ready soldier using nothing more than a blown kiss!  This is what we are facing out here.

Very high.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Red Lips Succubus

LT Stewart Peter Bate had taken to heart and absorbed all the warnings, but what good were they when They could paralyze you with a glance.

Don't be distracted by how sexy they look.  To them it's a weapon.  They use it to get close, to sometimes even control.  Don't kid yourselves.  You're never getting sexy-times-ever-after no matter how big and moist their eyes are when they tell you they love you.

Most of the other men had sniggered at talk of voluptuous sex demons wearing nothing but underwear.  They didn't think that was something that could be feared.  Sure, the hindigs might seduce a few weak-willed saps and fuck them over, but no soldier there seriously considered it as something that might happen to him.

Except Bate.  He had cause.  His elder cousin had done a stint in H-space before him.  The man that had come back was different... hollowed out.  He'd refused to talk about his experience until Bate had found out about his own posting to H-space.  Slyly, he'd told his cousin he understood why he couldn't talk about it as he was about to go out there himself, and the COs had made it very clear how top secret this all was.

His cousin's response had taken Bate by surprise.  The man, normally so quiet nowadays, had exploded and ranted at him not to go.

He'd known then that something was very wrong out in H-space, but he still went anyway. When you took the oath you served wherever your country sent you.  So when told he'd face pretty girls in lingerie that were more dangerous than ISIS insurgents despite looking like Victoria's Secret models with horns, he paid attention.

It hadn't mattered at all.

Here he was, about to get fucked over by a voluptuous sex kitten wearing nothing but lingerie and Halloween devil horns, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

He'd spotted her first.  It had been completely unexpected.  Bate had been walking to the mess hall for his evening meal, the same as he did every evening and there she was—standing at the corner of the corridor, lit up as large as life beneath the flickering fluorescent lights.  How had she even got there?  Shouldn't there be warnings... alarms going off...?

In the brief moment he had to look at her he had to concede she had a stunning figure, with a lovely bubble-butt ass and legs that went on forever.  She had her back to him, but Bate saw enough sideboob to see she was curvy in all the right ways.  A long mane of silky black hair hung down between her shoulder blades.

She wasn't dressed for combat at all.  With calf-high high-heeled black boots and black leather underwear that showed off most of her exposed pale flesh, she looked more like a hooker taking a break after an S & M session.

The devil-like bat wings, horns and tails didn't even matter.  They could easily be explained as props for a kinky costume.

Bate knew it wasn't.  He'd been paying attention during the briefings.  While his eyes were gorging on her luscious body his hand was already unholstering his sidearm and raising it.

She did look sexy, though.  He couldn't dispute that.  He would have liked to think it hadn't affected his judgment, that what followed was simply because the hindig was too fast to him, but who knew.  Maybe it had been just enough to delay his finger on the trigger until it was too late.

The succubus turned and blew him a kiss.

That was all it took—one blown kiss.

She'd puckered up her fulsome red lips, blew him a kiss and Bate was transfixed on the spot.  His SIG P320 dropped from his nerveless fingers and clattered on the floor.

Those lips...

Her face was pale, almost white, and coldly beautiful.  Too beautiful.  Too perfect.  The face of a classic femme fatale movie vamp—sexy enough to fuck, but not the face of someone you'd ever entrust your heart to.

And those lips...

Red, glossy and plump like freshly-ripened fruit, they were a splash of color that stood out from the paleness of the rest of her face like scarlet silk cushions on a field of virgin snow.  They stood out enough to attract Bate's gaze and hold it until his whole world was those lush pouting pillows of flesh.

Those lips...

He wanted to kiss them.

He wanted to push her to her knees, grab the back of her head and force his cock between those fulsome scarlet lips.  He wanted to feel their softness wrapped around him, feel it brush up and down his shaft until he exploded within her and his cum leaked from the corner of her mouth in little white dribbles.

This disturbed Bate as he knew he didn't want any of these things at all.

He knew what she wanted.  He knew what They did.  He'd been warned.

And.  It.  Did.  Not.  Matter.

Bate was frozen to the spot as she approached.  Her bee-stung lips bunched up and bulged as she pressed them against each other in a devastating pout.

Move goddammit.

She took her sweet time as she approached him.  Her hips swayed back and forth—aggressively seductive—as she sashayed up to him.  Her eyes were dark, smoldering and lined with exotic black eyeshadow.  Bate barely noticed them.  He was fixated on her luscious red lips and the way they seemed to bloom like a dazzling flower.

She placed hands on either side of Bate's head and leaned in to plant those lush lips against his.  Sensation exploded across packed nerve endings and with that kiss she sealed her control over him.

She smiled and crouched down before him.  Her long fingernails hooked on the waistband of his pants and she yanked them down along with his underwear.  An erection he hadn't even realized he had sprang up and stood out like a flagpole.

The succubus smiled and ran a black tongue around her moist, scarlet lips.  She wrapped a hand around his shaft and held him steady as she kissed his swollen helmet.  It was just a little peck—the briefest of contacts—but it was enough to trigger an explosion of pleasurable sensation that cascaded back down his shaft.

She paused there with his penis in her hands, her head cocked as she regarded it as if it was a five-star gourmet dish.  Bate felt her hot breath tickle around the swollen and super-sensitive head of his penis.  Her full lips parted slightly to reveal the moist gap between them.

A thrill of dread went through Bate as those swollen lips approached his exposed manhood.

There was also a thrill of anticipation he wished he could deny.

Her lips parted and brushed over his tingling glans as she drew him between them.  Slowly, teasingly slowly, he felt the soft press of her lips against every millimeter of his cock as she swallowed his whole length.

Then her pale cheeks sunk inwards and the suction started.

Bate had never experienced anything like it.  The closest he could imagine was if someone had hooked a sex toy sheath up to a vacuum hose.  The force rocked him on his feet and the sensation set his knees trembling.

She pulled back and released his cock with an audible smack.

A tease.

Because she knew she could.  Because she knew she had him.

Her luscious lips closed back around the swollen head of his cock and sucked him back into her warm mouth.  Bate heard loud, indecent slurping sounds as that unnatural suction started up again.

Too much.  He was going to...

She broke off again and released his member with a loud smack of her lips.  Bate's penis trembled and twitched, but she'd fallen short of taking him over the edge and she knew it.  Sultry mischief glinted in her black eyes as she looked up at him.

She returned her gaze to his trembling cock and this time Bate knew there would be no more teasing.

Her vivid red lips parted and she swallowed him like a snake swallowing a gopher.  Her cheeks sank inwards and that indecent slurping sound started up as she began to suck on him in earnest.

Bate tried to hold out.

He lasted maybe thirty seconds.

His whole body jangled in blissful ecstasy as his cock throbbed and shot a great stream of jizz into her mouth.  He kept shooting, although by this point it had stopped being his body doing the firing.  Her soft lips formed a seal around the base of his cock and she sucked the semen out of him with lusty gulps.  On and on Bate ejaculated in a constant stream.  The indecent slurping sounds grew wetter and lewder.  Mixed in with them were gulps as her throat worked and she swallowed his issue.

Then, just as Bate thought his balls were about to shrivel up inside his body, the merciless suction stopped.  She released his cock with another loud smack of her lips.

"Mmm," she said.

She ran a black tongue around her glossy red lips.  Their lush, cushioned surface was sticky with his milky-white cum.  His erection was also liberally covered in a mix of her saliva and his own cum.  More semen kept oozing out of the tip of his cock and collected in a little dribble on the underside of his erection.

That had to be the last of it, right?

Bate felt like he'd let out a month's worth of cum.  Or rather, had been milked of a month's worth of cum.  She'd got what she wanted, had forcibly sucked it out of him.  The experience had been humiliating, but Bate couldn't deny it had also felt incredibly pleasurable.

Now she'd let him go...?

The succubus reached up and grabbed his balls.  She didn't grip him hard, just enough pressure to let him know she was holding him.  And then he felt a strange tugging force within him, as if she was gathering up the various bits and pieces that constituted him and was drawing them down into his testicles.  They swelled in her hands—filling up and then swelling further until Bate felt a steady pressure in his loins and a bloated feeling of fullness as if he'd been blue-ballsing for a month or more.

Her luscious lips closed back over his cock and sucked him back in.  He heard more indecent liquid sounds as her irresistible suction started back up again.  At the same time she gently massaged his balls, gently but firmly coaxing him to empty more into her.

And Bate did.  He felt it flow from him in a throbbing climax that went on far longer than it should, even longer than the massive ejaculation she'd already sucked from him.  She kept working his balls, massaging and squeezing them as if they were a bulb pump.

Oh fuck, Bate thought as his body jangled and twitched, hostage to uncontrollable pleasures as his cock continued to throb and expel more of his semen down her throat.  As good as it felt, Bate could also sense it was taking a lot out of him.  His breathing grew more labored, perspiration rose up on his brow, and his mouth felt as dry as if he'd pushed himself too hard on the training ground.

The flow from him stuttered and began to stall.

That had to be enough, Bate thought.

The succubus thought otherwise.  Her fingers of one hand crawled over the back of his testicles and tickled up his perineum until the tip of her middle finger nudged up against his anus.

Her dark eyes looked up and held his stare.

She pushed up inside his ass and her finger pressed against his prostate.  Her other hand lightly pumped his testicles.  It felt like a dark ball of sinful energy had burst within him.  And then he was coming again, even stronger than before.  She continued to manipulate his prostate and balls with deft fingers as she sucked on his cock.  It was like she was playing him like he was some kind of fleshy musical instrument.  Urged on by her expert ministrations, semen gushed from him in a great throbbing river.

He knew then there would never be enough.

She was going to keep sucking and sucking until his skin stretched taut across his bones and he withered away.

That was what They did.

The worst part of it all was even though he knew what was going to happen, what she was doing to him, it felt so goddamn amazing part of him didn't want it to stop.

At the end it felt like she was sucking down more than just his fluids.  It felt like she was sucking on him directly.  Sucking and sucking until something stretched and gave.  His last conscious thought was the weird disorientating sensation of tumbling through his own body as if in a tubular water slide.  Tumbling and tumbling until finally emerging from the end of his penis in a great burst.

The succubus swallowed him with a satisfied gulp.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl

Name: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl
Type: Cnidarian
Habitat: Freshwater.  Marshland.

From a distance a freshwater cnidarian-girl looks like a pretty young woman in a long summer dress.  They are normally found staring wistfully out across small bodies of water in picturesque wild spots.

The 'dress' is a thin membrane of elastic jelly that serves to hide the cnidarian-girl's lower body.  Beneath the waist their body consists of a ring of thick tentacles that are used to both raise and support the upper torso, and restrain prey while the cnidarian feeds.  Hanging down from the centre of the ring of tentacles is a specialised feeding tube.

The structure of a cnidarian-girl's body appears to be comparable to Earth-based cnidarians—hence the name—although they are considerably more complex.  Their mostly liquid insides are held in by a strong membrane of semi-transparent jelly.  While their skin colour comes in a variety of hues from yellow to green to muddy browns, they are capable of changing it to opaque pink for short periods of time in order to mimic human flesh.

Attack Strategy:
The cnidarian-girl lures prey to her through an airborne pheromone that also massively raises the libido.  Once the target comes within range the cnidarian-girl stings and immobilises them with a powerful paralysing agent injected through the skin by nematocysts located in her tentacles.  With her prey immobilised, the cnidarian wraps her tentacles around them and begins to feed.

As with other HSIOs, cnidarian-girls feed on sexual fluids.  Their body secretes a toxin that triggers the over-production of sexual fluids at the expense of all other biological functions.  This toxin is absorbed through the sexual organs and requires the ejaculate of her prey to activate it.  If her victim is male the cnidarian-girl ingests their penis with her soft feeding tube and uses this to stimulate them to ejaculation.  If she has caught a female, the cnidarian turns the lower third of her feeding tube inside out and inserts it into her captive's vagina.  Once her feeding toxin takes effect the cnidarian-girl slowly drains her prey of all their fluids.

Like their Earth equivalents, cnidarian-girls have soft, fragile bodies.  Aside from their pheromone lure and paralysing sting they have little fighting ability and if threatened they will contract down to a ball, with the outer tentacles folding back up over their vulnerable upper body to protect it.

Threat Level:

The pheromone lure is the main danger.  Soldiers should stay together at all times and always be on the lookout in case one of their squad-mates starts showing signs of being under the influence.

Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Update on Literotica

I contacted Laurel, the head honcho (I believe!) at Literotica, and that appears to have resolved the issue.

Succubus Summoning 213 is now up here and the Cnidarian-Girl story is scheduled to go up tomorrow (I also have the accompanying profile ready to go up on the blog tomorrow).

I'm not sure what happened - gremlins in an automated checking system, overzealous mod with a grudge on a power trip...  Laurel mentioned they've been deluged with submissions recently, so I'd rather believe it was the former rather than the latter (plus tinfoil doesn't really go with the rest of my outfits).  If any of you out there are having similar problems the best thing to do is drop Laurel a polite PM through the site's messaging system.

The good news is that it appears sexy succubus murder-death-kill-by-snu-snu stories are still on the menu.

It also means I don't get to look like a money-grubbing ass for making my long-standing Lit readers wait for the ebook in order to get the last chapter.  It might cost me a few sales going up on Literotica first, but to be honest, most of you have shown enough willingness to support me by buying my books when they come out that I'm happy to keep posting my work up on the internet.

And now I'd better get back to getting that ebook version of Succubus Summoning 201 ready...

Friday, August 05, 2016

Now I have definite blacklist concerns with Literotica

UPDATE 2016/08/09: This appears to have been resolved.  See here.

Rejection #3 for the year. :'(

"In the Tentacles of the Cnidarian" is the fancier name I gave to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary story I posted yesterday.  I don't normally post the H-space bestiary stories to Literotica as I consider them sketches to show off monster girls I might use later rather than completed stories.  After the problems I had with Succubus Summoning 213 I thought I'd submit the Cnidarian-Girl story as an experiment and... well... the results are a little worrisome.

Literotica normally takes 3 days to reject/approve a story.  This one was bounced in less than 24 hours.

The reason they give for rejection is snuff.  While technically this is true - there is sex and someone dies - I find it a little odd considering that the majority of my stories currently up on Literotica are succubus Bad End stories where the protagonist has mind-blowing sex with a succubus/monster girl and then gets their life drained or worse.  These are Erotic Horror stories after all.  I'm trying, but I can't see how the Cnidarian-Girl story is any 'snuffier' than the one where Nÿte bit someone's eye out, or the one where a character had all their skin ripped off.

Now, it is possible Literotica has changed their policy and the kind of succubus Bad End erotic horror story I specialise in is no longer permitted.  This would suck, both for me and the audience that likes that kind of story (and it does appear to be a popular sub-niche within the Erotic Horror category), but ultimately it's their site and they are the final arbiters on what stories they wish to post.

The other possibility is I've pissed someone off (maybe politically with this anti-SJW #GamerGate story) in a position to make things awkward for me.  Given the seemingly arbitrary nature of the recent rejections and how they don't make sense when compared to the other stories I've had accepted, I am now concerned I might have been blacklisted.

Anyway, I've PM'ed the owner of the site and hopefully they'll clear up what's going on.

I've submitted a lot of stories to Literotica over the years and I'd like to continue doing so... if they'll let me.

Thursday, August 04, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl

PFC Stewart Peter Bate wasn't really sure what attracted him to the woman in the green dress standing amongst the tall reeds on the edge of the pond.  Her head was turned away from him.  She looked wistful as she stared out over the still water.

Was she pining over a love left behind?  Or maybe admiring the natural beauty of the trees and rushes on the other side of the pool?  It was a picturesque spot.  If it wasn't for the sky—all purple and red roiling clouds—you could be forgiven for thinking this was a natural beauty spot on Earth.

Bate stalked towards her through waist-high grass.  Why?  He couldn't tell you.  He couldn't even tell himself.

His heart was beating too fast.  He felt strangely tense.  His fingers clutched at empty air like metal clamps.  There was a pounding at his temples that might be the beginnings of a migraine.

Or something else.

He didn't know why he was going to the woman in green or what he'd do when he reached her.  It was as if he'd gone off-road and primal instinct had taken over the wheel.

An image of him throwing the woman to the floor and climbing on top to ravish her jumped to the forefront of his thoughts.

Repulsed, he pushed it aside.

That wasn't him.

Not anymore.

He stalked closer, his fingers clenching and unclenching of their own accord.

Who was this woman?  One of the science staff?  Medical?  Either way, a green summer dress didn't seem very practical for a tour out in H-space.  All she needed was a hat and parasol and she'd look like she was straight out of a painting you might find in one of the fancy-pants New York art galleries.

The girl turned just as he reached her.  If she was one of the station staff, Bate didn't recognize her.  He'd never seen her face around camp, and it was a face he'd have remembered.  Her long, wavy auburn hair was glossy and perfectly framed a beautiful heart-shaped face.  She smiled at Bate like a carefree girl-next-door, but there was altogether too much knowing in her bright green eyes.

"Oh, hi there."  She didn't seem fazed by Bate's presence at all.  "What do you want?"

Bate said nothing.  Muscles twitched in his thick arms.  His fingers clenched and unclenched.

What did he want?

That image of him throwing her to the ground, climbing on top, ripping that pretty dress aside and thrusting up into her tight wetness returned to his mind.

No.  That wasn't him.

A pinprick of pain in the back of his calf jolted him.  Damn, some marsh-dwelling bloodsucking insect must have bitten him.  It was an irritation, but in some respects Bate was glad of it as it distracted him from the frightening dark animalistic thoughts swirling through his brain.

Introduce yourself, his inner voice cajoled.

His tongue, which felt swollen enough to clog his whole mouth, refused to comply.

The girl laughed at his tongue-tied silence.  "It's okay.  I know what you want.  It's what all men want."

And then her bright green eyes were more than knowing.  Her face went full-on slutty as she undid the buttons of her blouse.

Oh yeah, a proper little slut, Bate thought.  His nostrils dilated as he pulled more air into his lungs.  A proper little slut he should put over his knee and give a good spanking.  And then...

No.  You don't do that.  Not anymore.

What material was her green dress made out of?  It looked strange—shiny, slick, stretchy.  The surface bulged and rippled as something moved underneath.  What was that?  It looked like a snake.  Or tentacle.

What was going on here?  Pressure pounded harder at Bate's temples.

He stared as the girl in the green dress opened up her top and revealed the lovely pink hemispheres of her titties.  Bate's gaze was drawn to them and roamed all over her luscious pink curves.

"Do you like them?" she cooed.

Why was she doing this?  They'd never even spoken before.

"Would you like to touch them?"  The girl pushed out her chest and proffered her naked breasts to him.

Bate's fingers twitched.  Yes he would.  He burned with the desire to press his hands into her lush pink curves.  To feel them.  To squeeze them.

The slick surface of her green dress rippled again as something sinuous pushed against it.

"Oh, but you can't," the girl said with a teasing smile.

Bate's brow furrowed as he realized it wasn't self-control keeping him from reaching up and giving her goods a good grope.  He couldn't move his hands.

"It's the paralyzing venom I injected you with," she said.

Or his arms.  Or his legs.  Or... anything.  Bate's eyes widened as he realized the extent of his paralysis.

"It's so you can't run away," the woman in the green dress said.

Bate desperately tried to get his muscles to obey his commands.  Nothing.  They were hard and rigid and locked in place as if he was a statue made of flesh.

"I'm not human," she said.

She reached down and parted what Bate had thought was a dress, but instead stretched and glistened like a flat sheet of jelly.

"See, no legs."

The girl-that-wasn't-a-girl opened her dress-that-wasn't-a-dress wider and a squirming mass of thick green tentacles tumbled out.  Bate saw a humanoid torso atop a ring of tentacles.  The surface of each tentacle was a translucent membrane wet with a layer of slime.  They slithered and crawled over Bate's legs, leaving trails of warm mucus.

"Let's see what we have here," the monster girl said as she undid and pulled away Bate's shirt and undershirt.

He did nothing to stop her.  He couldn't.

"Very nice," she said as she ran her hands over his broad chest.  They too felt moist against his skin and her fingers left behind glistening trails across his pecs and abs.  "Strong.  Vital.  You should last me a long time."

Her hands went down to his trousers.  She unbuckled them and dropped them along with his underwear.

"Oh yummy, and equipment to match," she said as she looked down at Bate's flaccid penis.

It didn't remain flaccid for long.  A bulbous tentacle—watery insides working beneath a transparent, lime-green membrane—slithered up, coiled around his member and began to pump back and forth.  It shouldn't have turned him on, but it did.  Her tentacles looked cold and slimy, but instead felt warm, yielding and slippery.  And she knew exactly how to move them to give Bate the greatest pleasure.

"You're not averse to the idea of sex with a hot alien babe, are you?" she said, bending close enough for the tip of her nose to brush against Bate's.

Bate's cock definitely wasn't.  Under her tender touch it had swelled out into a pulsing red erection.  It was very much looking forward to having sex with her.

But how?  She was just a human torso atop a mass of squirming green tentacles.  Where would he even put it...?

She parted her front tentacles to reveal a strange cylindrical appendage hanging down from her midriff.  The walls were slightly curved and tapered down to a plump ring of jelly.  As with her tentacles, the walls of the tube were green and translucent.

She put her hands on the side of his head and tilted it downwards.  For a moment Bate thought she was going to push his face into her cleavage, but then he realized she was just repositioning his head so he could better see what she was doing to him.

The plump ring at the end of the tube opened out and engulfed the swollen head of Bate's cock.  The curved walls expanded outwards and Bate's whole length was drawn into her green sheath.

A surprised snort escaped Bate's lips, all he could manage in his paralyzed state.  That felt nice.  Warm.  Wet.  Like he'd just entered sweet pussy.

He could see it as well.  The green tube was transparent.  He could see right through to his cock inside.  It looked weird, but felt... pleasant.  Like he was jerking himself off with some kind of freaky sex toy sheath.  He understood now why some guys bought the see-through toys.  It was a turn-on to see his big cock moving around inside.  The walls flexed and pulsed, and the ring at the end puffed up as the tube slid smoothly up and down his shaft.

The girl in the green dress leaned closer.

"It's not my pussy," she whispered in his ear.  "It's my mouth."

The flexible tube swelled and filled with hot, thick fluids that made Bate's cock tingle on contact.

"What does it feel like to watch your cock melt away in my digestive juices?" she said to him.

What the fu...!

An inarticulate cry struggled free of Bate's frozen lips.  Violent tremors ran through his body as he tried to free himself from the grip of whatever paralyzing agent she'd injected him with.  Water welled up in his eyes when he realized he couldn't.

The monster laughed.  She patted him on the chest.

"I'm joking," she said.  "I'd never waste good dick like that.  It's so much better giving it..."  She made a hissing sound as she sucked air in between her teeth.  The green tube narrowed and squeezed Bate's erection.  "...a good suck."

Pleasant tremors ran through Bate's body.  He didn't know what to think.  What she was doing to him—the pulsing strokes of the soft membrane, the way the throbbing motions swirled the warm fluids around his erection—felt really fucking good.  And his dick was visible inside her.  Bate could see it wasn't turning red or rotting away or anything gross like that.

Maybe she had a sick sense of humor.

Maybe this was just fucking.

She sounded like she was fucking.  The little hisses and gasps she made sounded like a loose woman getting a good hard fucking.

Bate relaxed and let himself get into it a bit more.  Her green flexible tube bulged and pulsed, and bubbles tickled Bate's cock as liquids sloshed back and forth inside her.  As weird as it looked, it felt like a big sloppy blowjob, and Bate was okay with getting one of those.

Then she said, "I am going to eat you though.  Or rather drink you."

Another stupid joke?

"There's no need to be afraid," she said.  "It will feel like one big orgasm after another as I suck all the cum out of you."

And then Bate knew she had to be joking.  He might not have much in the way of book smarts, but he knew enough biology to know you couldn't kill someone by sucking out all their cum.  All that would do was empty their balls and leave them feeling blissfully satiated.

Her tube throbbed and pulsed.  Sticky pleasures rippled up and down Bate's shaft.  It felt so good when she did that.

"Mmm, my body secretes a very special fluid that, when absorbed by the human male body, makes it convert all its tissues and fluids into cum.  It will make you come over and over until I've drunk you all up."

Bate's brow wrinkled.  This reminded him of something he'd heard at the first briefing after passing through the gate.  He hadn't paid any attention to it at the time because it had sounded like crazy bullshit and the person giving the briefing had looked like they'd been totally fucked in the head by PTSD or something like that.

"The fluid is best absorbed through the penis," she said.

She also sounded fucked up in the head.  Or maybe that was normal for alien babes with green tentacles.

Squoosh, squoosh.  The tube, now looking more like a stretchy rubber bag, throbbed and pulsed.  Thick sticky fluids churned around Bate's cock.  They felt like many soft lips brushing up and down his shaft.

"It just needs an activating agent," she said.  "Your semen."

Sure thing crazy alien babe, Bate thought.  You just... uh... keep doing what you're doing.

If only he could move enough to grind his hips back and forth against her.

He bent a finger.  The alien girl noticed.

"Tsk, looks like my paralyzing venom is wearing off.  Time to get you off."

Her flexible green tube throbbed with greater force.  She pressed up close to him and more of her soft warm tentacles wrapped around his body.

Oh yes, Bate thought.  Fuck me faster, you little alien slut.

Pliable membranes squeezed in and rubbed against the sides of Bate's glans.

Oh, god, yes.

And then he was coming.  He felt it rise up inside him and then surge from him in a great gushing flood.  He even saw it.  Dense white clouds of his spunk billowed out inside her throbbing green tube.

"And now I drink," she said.

He felt it first as a pleasant rise in temperature inside her tube.  Then a strange feeling of looseness inside his body, as if all the substance of his being was gravitating down to his balls.  He had little time to dwell on it as her body gave a great gulping suck and Bate was coming again so hard his legs felt like overdone spaghetti.

The alien girl let out gasps and grunts of naked sexual abandon as her body writhed against him and her flexible tube throbbed, sucked and gulped.  And not just her tube, her breasts—now the same translucent green color as her lower body—swelled and ebbed as she imbibed Bate.

Bate was too much in the grip of sensation to notice.  Oh yes, you keep that up, you dirty alien slut, he thought as he released another thick billowing white cloud inside her.  His thoughts flew apart in an incoherent steam of animal pleasure.  Again and again he spurted thick clouds of semen inside her.  He didn't even have to do anything, it was like she was pumping it all out of him.

Pump.  Pump.  She filled up with milky-white clouds even as Bate diminished.

Pump.  Pump.  Bate expired with a perverse last gasp full of blissed-out ecstasy.

She emptied him and let his wasted corpse slide down into the water between the weeds.  There it would join the other bones lying beneath the still waters of the quiet little pool.