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eggs. No, my plan was much more grim than that. I was going to blow
up the whole ship, myself included.
As I crawled towards the only command panel in the whole ship that
would let me activate the self-destruct sequence, I passed a vent. As I
glanced down into the chamber below, my heart dropped out of my
chest.
Below me, sprawled out across a grav couch like a calendar pinup, lay
my closest friend and object of my unrequited desire, Marine Corporal
Marshall Sanders. I hadn’t cared much for him when he’d joined the
ship—there was always a sort of rivalry between the science teams and
security. When he’d asked what I was working on as I tinkered with a
particularly complicated mineral extraction, I’d snapped at him at first,
thinking he was making fun of me. I was immediately remorseful when I
saw the hurt look on that handsome face. I’d apologized and showed
him the process, surprised at how interested he really was in the work
we were doing. He’d told me that even though he’d ended up in a job
for a meathead jock, xenobiology and xenolinguistics were his real
passion. He was as excited to venture into unexplored space as I was.
He and I had been fast friends since then. I hadn’t worked up the
courage to tell him that I’d really and truly fallen for him.
And it seemed I’d never get the chance now. Tears pricked my eyes as I
saw him writhing while tentacles snaked up his naked body, but I
couldn’t look away, either. I flushed with shame as my pussy grew wet; I
watched the expression on his face as the alien began to stroke his
thick, hard cock. I knew it was wrong to get off watching Marshall being
taken from me, but— This might be my only chance , I rationalized, unable to
tear my eyes away as Marshall moaned, his hips straining into the alien’s
embrace. I unzipped my jumpsuit and slid my hand inside, parting my
wet folds to stroke myself, drawing out moisture as my pussy tensed
with anticipation.
As I watched, the alien began to probe between Marshall’s ass cheeks
with a questing tentacle. Marshall spread his legs, clearly eager to accept
the thick length. I whimpered softly as I watched it stroke around his
tight hole, lubricating the sensitive skin. My pussy ached to be filled,
too, but all I had were my fingers. It seemed almost criminal when
Marshall’s long, fat cock was nearly in my reach.
As the tentacle pushed into Marshall, I pushed my fingers into myself,
wishing—imagining—that they were Marshall’s thick shaft. The sight of
that meaty length being squeezed and stroked, even by a loathsome
black tentacle, drove me wild. The tentacle probing his ass had inserted
itself fully, and I could see that Marshall’s tight hole was stretched wide
around its thick base. From the sounds he was making, the prehensile
limb was hitting him in just the right spot deep inside. My fingers sped
up around my clit, my shame at watching Marshall being completely
debased unable to triumph over the need building in my groin.
As Marshall thrust back against the slithering limbs pushing into him, an
errant tentacle quested near his face. “Please,” he groaned, parting his
lips to receive it. I gasped aloud as the alien penetrated him from both
ends, forgetting momentarily to play with myself as I watched Marshall’s
face. My pussy throbbed with desire, my need for Marshall so powerful
it hurt. I’d have given anything—well, nearly anything—to be riding his
cock at that very moment.
I bit my free hand as my fingers resumed their work on my clit, the
sensation sharp and delicious. Below, Marshall’s cock jetted white fluid
across his stomach and chest as thick black tentacles used his holes, but
he was so aroused that his girthy shaft didn’t soften a bit. The alien’s
mouth gaped open and a long tongue snaked out, lapping up the sticky
fluid from his stomach and bathing the flared purple head of his cock.
My cunt clenched
eggs. No, my plan was much more grim than that. I was going to blow
up the whole ship, myself included.
As I crawled towards the only command panel in the whole ship that
would let me activate the self-destruct sequence, I passed a vent. As I
glanced down into the chamber below, my heart dropped out of my
chest.
Below me, sprawled out across a grav couch like a calendar pinup, lay
my closest friend and object of my unrequited desire, Marine Corporal
Marshall Sanders. I hadn’t cared much for him when he’d joined the
ship—there was always a sort of rivalry between the science teams and
security. When he’d asked what I was working on as I tinkered with a
particularly complicated mineral extraction, I’d snapped at him at first,
thinking he was making fun of me. I was immediately remorseful when I
saw the hurt look on that handsome face. I’d apologized and showed
him the process, surprised at how interested he really was in the work
we were doing. He’d told me that even though he’d ended up in a job
for a meathead jock, xenobiology and xenolinguistics were his real
passion. He was as excited to venture into unexplored space as I was.
He and I had been fast friends since then. I hadn’t worked up the
courage to tell him that I’d really and truly fallen for him.
And it seemed I’d never get the chance now. Tears pricked my eyes as I
saw him writhing while tentacles snaked up his naked body, but I
couldn’t look away, either. I flushed with shame as my pussy grew wet; I
watched the expression on his face as the alien began to stroke his
thick, hard cock. I knew it was wrong to get off watching Marshall being
taken from me, but— This might be my only chance , I rationalized, unable to
tear my eyes away as Marshall moaned, his hips straining into the alien’s
embrace. I unzipped my jumpsuit and slid my hand inside, parting my
wet folds to stroke myself, drawing out moisture as my pussy tensed
with anticipation.
As I watched, the alien began to probe between Marshall’s ass cheeks
with a questing tentacle. Marshall spread his legs, clearly eager to accept
the thick length. I whimpered softly as I watched it stroke around his
tight hole, lubricating the sensitive skin. My pussy ached to be filled,
too, but all I had were my fingers. It seemed almost criminal when
Marshall’s long, fat cock was nearly in my reach.
As the tentacle pushed into Marshall, I pushed my fingers into myself,
wishing—imagining—that they were Marshall’s thick shaft. The sight of
that meaty length being squeezed and stroked, even by a loathsome
black tentacle, drove me wild. The tentacle probing his ass had inserted
itself fully, and I could see that Marshall’s tight hole was stretched wide
around its thick base. From the sounds he was making, the prehensile
limb was hitting him in just the right spot deep inside. My fingers sped
up around my clit, my shame at watching Marshall being completely
debased unable to triumph over the need building in my groin.
As Marshall thrust back against the slithering limbs pushing into him, an
errant tentacle quested near his face. “Please,” he groaned, parting his
lips to receive it. I gasped aloud as the alien penetrated him from both
ends, forgetting momentarily to play with myself as I watched Marshall’s
face. My pussy throbbed with desire, my need for Marshall so powerful
it hurt. I’d have given anything—well, nearly anything—to be riding his
cock at that very moment.
I bit my free hand as my fingers resumed their work on my clit, the
sensation sharp and delicious. Below, Marshall’s cock jetted white fluid
across his stomach and chest as thick black tentacles used his holes, but
he was so aroused that his girthy shaft didn’t soften a bit. The alien’s
mouth gaped open and a long tongue snaked out, lapping up the sticky
fluid from his stomach and bathing the flared purple head of his cock.
My cunt clenched
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