Page 10 of Alien Abduction for Pirates
Without thinking, I dip a finger into her. She's just as warm and tight as I imagined. She doesn't protest. No, she actually wiggles her hips as if she's encouraging me to continue.
My cock strains against my trousers. I want to plunge into her depths, fuck her hard. But we're not alone. We're being filmed and I'm supposed to probe her, not fuck her. I had no idea being an abductor was this hard.
I pull out my finger and hold it up to show her. "Look, you're lubricating."
Again, she does a choking sound. "That's not what you call it."
I shrug and begin to insert the probe. It slides in without opposition. It's almost as if her pussy greedily sucks it in. Data appears on the screen, together with an image of her rosy tunnel.It takes all my self-control to continue with the probing and not take her here and now.
She gasps when I push the probe in a little further. I still don't meet with any resistance so I continue until the probe bumps against an obstacle. I check how deep it is. Good, she'll accommodate my cock. Nothing stands in the way of our mating. Yes, I mentioned her being with other aliens, but that was just a formality. Now that I've seen what she's hiding beneath her clothes, I know she's mine. Not just because of her body. I like her mind, too. And her scent. And the softness of her skin. And...
The probe beeps, signalling that all the measurements have been taken. I leave it in for a moment longer and enjoy how sexy the little human looks with her legs spread apart, wetness dripping from her swollen pussy, and my hand with the probe in the very centre of it all.
"Can you turn off that beeping?" May asks.
I hadn't even realised the probe was still making a noise. I was too focused on her wet pussy.
I switch off the probe and put it back in its casing to be cleaned. I almost lick off her juices myself, but we're being filmed and that wouldn't look very professional at all. Looking back at the female, I realise she's still wearing her shirt. That simply won't do.
"I'm going to remove your shirt so I can measure the circumference of your udders," I announce, pretending to be in possession of my wits. I'm not. I doubt I'll be able to touch her beautiful udders without doing something stupid, like rubbing my throbbing cock against them. It was the first thing I saw of her, back when she arrived on the ship. Two perfect mounds, begging to be squeezed.
"Breasts," she says.
"What?"
"They're called breasts, not udders. Or boobs. Tits. Knockers. But definitely not udders."
"I apologise," I reply and I realise I mean it. I don't want to offend her, even though she's only my little abductee. Not that her udd...breasts are little. "It must be a fault in translation."
She shrugs and sits up a little. "I guess that makes sense. I'm impressed by how well this translation is working."
I leave my place between her legs - I shall return! - and slide up her shirt, exposing her gorgeous breasts.
"Breasts." I enunciate the word carefully, letting it slide over my tongue. "Breasts."
May laughs, surprising me. Should an abductee be laughing during probing? I highly doubt it. I'm making a mess of things. Time to behave professionally and get this over with before I end up with a wet patch on my trousers.
I take the Diagnoser and hold it above her right breast, letting it do its thing. It's safer than using a manual way of measuring them. I doubt I could stop once I start touching her.
Once I've got full measurements of both breasts, I step back. "That's the probing done," I announce with relief. "Unless you'd like some anal probing while we're at it?"
"Shouldn't you be touching me?" she asks with an evil smile. "I don't think that gadget can quite estimate the hardness of my nipples."
"Hardness?" I repeat hoarsely.
And I was doing so well...
A switch flicks within me and all control dissipates. I press against the bed and place my hands on her breasts. It's like they were made to be squeezed by me. They're the perfect size, not too small yet not so big that I couldn't get a proper hold on them. Her nipples are hard against my palms and I decide to conduct a scientific study on them. How long will they stretch if I pull on them? I experiment first with the left, then the right. I don't really remember the results, too distracted by May's moans and whimpers.
She seems to enjoy me playing with her nipples. Maybe it's like with my horns. When they get stroked, it's almost as if someone's stroking my cock. In the name of science, I should find out. With one last gentle squeeze, I let go of her udd...breasts and focus on her pussy once more. She never closed her legs. Yet another sign she's enjoying this. Drops of her lubrication have run onto the sheet.
Slowly, I circle her opening with one finger, relishing in her moans. They're slightly louder than when I was massaging her breasts. Does that mean they're not connected? Or are they?
I'm a lousy prober. Not that I care.
I stare at her pussy and do the only thing that makes sense. I pick her up, swing her over my shoulder and run to my cabin as fast as I can.
As soon asthe door closes behind us, I push her against the wall, rip down my trousers and enter her with one hard stroke. She gasps, clinging to me for support as I start to fuck her the way I’ve wanted for way too long. She wraps her legs around my hips, letting me push even deeper. Her lips are half parted as she breathes heavily and I can't help but press mine to hers, kissing her. She returns the kiss immediately, her tongue swiping against mine. She's showing me that she's willing and eager.
