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Eli woke up under bright lights, squinting as his eyes adjusted. He must have left his blinds open last night, he tried to bring a hand up to his face but he couldn’t, he found resistance at his wrist. 

Ok, this was fine. This was fine right? Not fine. He could feel himself starting to breathe faster. It can’t be happening again, no, he was an adult! He hadn’t done anything, they couldn’t do this to him again! 

Somehow his breathing steadied when a decidedly not human creature came into view. It seemed like some sort of squid creature almost. Their skin was a grayish purple and smooth with a few tentacles pulled back like hair, they were tall and lanky. They tried to speak but it only came out as garbled trills- no that was probably their language. 

He didn’t have time to decipher why this was less distressing to him than if it had been humans- probably because it disconnected the current trauma from past trauma. 

“I can’t understand you.” He told the creature, hoping they would understand him. They perked up at that, scrambling to grab something that looked like a hearing aid and gently cradled his face to put it on. Their skin was cold and smoother than human skin on his face before they pulled away. 

“Can you understand me now?” They asked. He nodded. “Good. I’m sorry if the restraints startled you, we needed to keep you still for takeoff.” Their voice was light and airy. 

“Takeoff?” He asked. Trying to sit up on instinct, they noticed and went to remove the restraints. 

“Yes! I apologize, I’m new here- You were selected for employment on Lierusa based on your behaviour patterns. You seemed unhappy in your life on earth and also made a very good candidate for the job- we determined that you would be happier!” They said chipperly. 

“Li-” They hesitated, trying to pronounce it right. “Lierusa?” He asked, sitting up. 

“Right! Lierusa is a planet dedicated to sexual pleasure - well, it’s a moon but that’s not important-, humans haven’t figured out FTL travel yet but any species that has is free to use our services! We cater to anyone who wishes to participate, we do events but we are always open!” 

“So… If I’m getting this right… I was too sad on earth so I’ve been chosen to be an… alien sex toy on a brothel planet?” They tilted their head as they processed what he said. 

“I… I suppose that's an accurate assessment. The selection process is a bit more involved than just picking someone sad, you were also selected based on your media consumption, sexual proclivities and habits, and admirable sex drive.” He nodded. Honestly he should be more bothered by this but… it wasn’t like he was leaving something behind, and the concept of being used by a bunch of aliens was… it may have been concerning how intriguing that was to him.   

“Oh! Oh! Is he awake?” Another voice called. 

“He’s been awake.” The one in front of him said to someone behind him, their voice seemed almost irritated. He turned to see another similar creature walk in, they tilted their head at him. They were a little more… plump? Than the other.

“Oh he’s so pretty!” They said, he felt himself blush at the compliment. He was aware that he was just in his boxers, but it was even clearer when they looked him over. They walked over to him. “Oh pretty boy can I touch you?” Oh so this was starting now . He nodded and they quickly ran their cold hands over the scars on his chest and smiled when he shivered. 

“Harshi we shouldn’t be doing this while he’s in transport! He needs to be examined first to establish a baseline.” The one now behind him said. 

“ Please, you’ve read his file, I don’t think anything we could do to him could be any different from what he’s done to himself.” They said, trailing their hand down to his boxers. “He may have been alone but that doesn’t mean he’s not a practiced slut.” He felt himself shudder at the kind tone of such a word, they said it like it was a compliment, and he took it readily. 

“I… I suppose…” The other said. “He is… very pretty, I’m sure it would be fine…” 

The one in front of them- Harshi. Dipped their cold hand beneath his boxers and ran two fingers between his folds. “You wouldn’t believe how wet he is Sarrine, they choose well.” They said, taking a nipple into their mouth. 

“Ah! Gods-” He panted. Their mouth was slightly warmer than their hands, and the beak that they had instead of teeth felt strange- but good. They pulled away with a wet pop. 

“You should get the clamps, they’re sensitive.” Harshi said. “We were lucky to get assigned such a pretty human.” 

“Assigned?” Eli asked, gasping when two fingers were pushed into them.

“Oh, we’re your primary caretakers- that’s why we’re picking you up.” Sarrine said behind him. “We’ll keep you ready for everything to come.” They reached around to take his nipples in hand before pulling them to attach the clamps. He tilted his head back and was caught by Sarrine. “You’re right,” They said, trailing a hand up to his jaw. “We are lucky.” 

Harshi pulled his boxers down, “Lay back pretty boy, let her hold you.” He let his weight fall on Sarrine as Harshi put a hand on his hip and one on the tentacle-like appendage that he was sure wasn’t there before. “Let’s put that reputation to the test, why don’t we?” They said, sliding in. He gasped- fuck, toys had nothing on the real thing, the tentacle was smooth with no suckers- so more of a tendril really- but the way it seemed to have a mind of its own, squirming even when Harshi stilled their hips was amazing. 

“Fuck, that’s good.” he mumbled. Harshi slipped a hand between them to take his dick between their fingers. 

“He’s so warm.” They said, seemingly in awe. They started with slow, deep strokes as Sarrine pulled him in and brushed her long tongue against his lips. He opened his mouth to let her in as they pressed their lips against his and her tongue explored his mouth. 

“Stars, pretty boy,” Harshi said, speeding up. “I think you’ll be a hot commodity, and you’re going to love it.” He moaned against her lips as he felt them writhe inside him. Sarrine tugged gently on the chain of the clamps causing him to clench down on Harshi as they slammed into him harder, making the clamps pull with every thrust. “I’m gonna fill you up… and we both know you’ll love it.” They said pushing back in once again before the tendril pulsed, filling him just as they promised. He would have shouted if he could, all his nerves were on fire as he squirmed, they didn’t let up on his clit- and they came a lot, enough that he could feel it inside him, truly filling him.

After a moment they pulled out, a slight gush of come following before it slowed to a dribble. Sarrine pulled away from his mouth to gently remove the clamps, using another hand to pet his hair. “We’ll get you cleaned up, you should try and rest, tomorrow might be a lot for you.” 

Well, this might just be a pretty sweet gig if he were to guess.

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Eli was introduced to the doctor, who was another squid person- they wore shockingly human doctorly wear- doctor coat, mask, and latex gloves, they were a much duller purple, nearly grey.

Sarrine was there to accompany him too, this was routine they told him. 

“Get settled on the table yeah?” Sarrine said, “I’ll be here the whole time.” She assured as the doctor strapped their legs into the stirrups. 

“Is… this necessary?” he asked as they strapped his arms down to the table. 

“Can’t have you squirming and messing up the results.” The doctor said flatly, they seemed tired as they placed nodes on his temples and chest to monitor his responses. “Chances are you’ll try to move around a lot.” 

“What exactly do you plan on doing to me?” He asked, a little nervous as they strapped his waist down to the table too. 

“We’re testing how you react to stimulation, after the general checkup.” He squirmed a little bit, he never liked the doctors- they terrified him- and this all felt far too human, but he would get through it. He would. 

They wheeled in a table with a lot of things on it, namely a few very large dildos- even for him- what seemed like a lot of vibrators too. “I… I’m in for a long day aren’t I?” He mused. The doctor nodded.

“You’re able to take notes, Sarrine?” The doctor asked, holding out a clipboard that she took before settling in the chair between his spread legs. “Everything looks pretty standard.” They traced his outer labia with their gloved hands, pulling up the excess skin above his dick. “Expected clitoral growth from elevated testosterone. How long have you been on supplemental testosterone?” The doctor asked. 

“Five or so years.”  He told them. They gently spread his lips to expose his hole. 

“Adaquite lubrication.” They traced a finger over his adequately lubricated hole, spreading the wetness he had already produced. “Now, tell me if it hurts at any point.” They slipped a finger into him and felt around. “He’s quite well stretched.” They said, pulling out to grab something off of the table. 

“This’ll be cold.” Sarrine told him as the doctor put a bit of excess lube on him before slipping something metal inside, far enough that he jolted when it brushed his cervix. He clenched around it as they started to click it open. “Muscles are clearly fine, seemingly plenty strong.” They noted, running a finger along his stretched rim. “Signs of vaginal atrophy, that’ll hopefully be fixed by the dryad session tomorrow.” 

“Dryad session?” He asked, breath hitching while they ran a finger along his now exposed walls. 

“It’s routine for mammalians to have a day with a dryad, their pollen when aroused serves as an aphrodisiac and their… fluids have medicinal properties.” Sarrine told him quietly. They took another tool and prodded deeper around his cervix. He jolted and his restrained legs tensed. 

“Cervix seems good- if not a little bruised.” He whimpered lightly- somehow the disconnected and medical language was turning him on more, gods he was messed up wasn’t he. They slipped in another rounded pole and pushed to the side below and behind his cervix, gentle pain and pressure as they pushed behind it. 

He shouted out as they pushed deeper, and then pulled them apart. 

“Posterior fornix seems good, could definitely use stretching but he’s… clearly done things before. He’s clenching a lot. Clitoris is twitching." He whined a little more as they pulled the poles back out, and this time pushed them up right next to his cervix. 

“Fuck!” His neck twitched and he breathed harshly. 

“Good response to stimulation of the anterior fornix.” They said, pressing upwards again and he shouted. 

“You’re doing great.” Sarrine whispered, running a cold hand down his jaw, causing him to shiver. He let out a stuttering breath as they withdrew the poles. His whole cunt pulsed, his skin burned and he shook. The doctor ran another finger on his walls gently. 

“Fucking, please.” He cried out. He needed more than this, it was taking too long, they were being too gentle, too clinical. They pushed up on a more spongy part of the wall, making him whimper again and try to buck his hips gently, but he couldn’t because he was strapped down. 

“G-spot response normal.” They said flatly. 

“Fuck, let me come, please.” He begged. 

“Oh I will, but you’re going to wish you never asked for that.” They said with something akin to amusement, showing the first hint of emotion they had, pulling the speculum out. 

“So is it just convenient that these seemingly plantlike aliens are also called dryads similarly to the human myths or is there something else going on there?” He asked when he was free for a moment. 

“The translator makes sense of the species in a way that makes sense to your brain to make the connections.” Sarrine told him, he nodded, that made sense.

The doctor brushed their hand along their clit and he flinched. “Already so sensitive. We haven’t even started.” More amusement started to show as they ran something with a soft tip over it and watched him twitch before turning it on. He started shaking, just a little. 

They kept it at the base of his clit, just moving it ever so gently. 

“Breathe.” Sarrine told him- had he not been breathing? His breath intake was sharp. “There you go.” Her voice was gentle. He focused on his breathing as he felt his clit throb, his body tingled as Sarrine ran a hand gently again over his jaw. 

“Responds to clitoral stimulation.” They said as his breathing turned to gentle panting.

He tilted his head back and gritted his teeth with a grunt. His body twitched, convulsed, nerves on fire. They didn’t let up on the vibration even after his orgasm should have ended and he continued to convulse, mussels tensing again and again. They let up only when he let out a long, high whine. 

“Hmm, that’s one for clitoral vibrations.” They said, dragging the vibrator down his thigh as he shivered. They grabbed another vibrator- thicker than the last- to press against his dripping hole. “Clitoral orgasm produces copious vaginal secretions- keep writing Sarrine.” They said as they pushed in slowly, tilting it upwards every few centimeters or so- holding it at the spot that made him jolt and turning it on. 

He took in another shaky breath. The vibrations were strong but not quite enough so he tried to roll his hips into it- the only motion he could do strapped down the way he was, but the doctor stopped him, placing a hand right on his pelvis. 

“Still.” The doctor commanded, pushing the vibrator upwards with force, making him shout. 

“I can’t- can’t come like this.” He said. “You need- to move it- like- rotate it.” He pleaded. 

“Demanding, but you know what you want, I can respect that.” They rotated the vibrator slightly and his nerves lit up again. “There you go.” They cooed, it seemed like they were showing more emotion the more they reacted. They watched his panting and vital signs for a moment. 

“Thank you.” He panted. His orgasm built steadily, tightness in his abdomen slowly building. Everything was so clinical, movements practiced and repetitive to the point that it started to bore him. Nothing interesting to focus on but the sensations inside him, the gentle radiating tingling, the pressure building quickly. He pushed his head back against the small pillow he was given as he clenched against the vibrator, muscles tensing gently as he came with a groan. 

“Good, less response there but still responsive.” The doctor noted as they turned off the vibrator, pushing it even deeper instead of pulling it out. He drew a shaky breath as they pushed against that spot right above his cervix. He was so sensitive, still clenching in aftershocks. 

“You’re doing well,” Sarrine told him quietly. “Just a few more.” She said as the doctor turned the vibrator back on and he writhed. It was too much, it was- fuck- he felt his breath become ragged. That spot was always much more sensitive, and after two orgasms his entire body shook- and he didn’t even know if it was because he was trying to get away or get more. “Try and stay still love.” Sarrine soothed. 

“I- Fuck-” His back arched his back as he came again, gripping the side of the table like it was the last thing keeping him on this plane of existence. His ears rang as he slowly came back to himself. 

“Extremely sensitive A-spot.” He heard the doctor note as it was dragged out of him. “He’s soaking.” They added with a hint of… awe? Dropping the clinical language for a moment. Sarrine caressed his jaw again, holding a cup up to his mouth. 

“Here, drink this.” She said quietly. He opened his mouth to drink it, it was slightly sweet as he drank it quickly. “Good job.” She said, pulling away. 

“Thank you.” He said as she set it down and the doctor put more lube on him. His legs tensed. “More?” 

“Just a little.” Sarrine soothed. “You’re doing very well okay? Just keep it up.” She said, placing a kiss to their forehead. 

They slipped a slick, tapered dildo inside him slowly until it found resistance at the end, it was very similar to Harshi’s tendril cock, it stretched him slightly but nothing extreme, nothing he hadn’t taken before. They started slowly, but precisely angling the tapered tip to hit the spot that made them shake every time. He panted as it dragged against his oversensative walls slowly, allowing the sensations to flow over him. 

“No discomfort?” He shook his head. 

“You’re taking it so well.” Sarrine said quietly. “So good at taking cock, you’re doing perfectly.” He whined at the praise as they sped up, practically punching small breaths and moans from him. 

“Vocal in response to thrusting motions.” They noted. Was it bad that he kind of liked being talked about like he wasn’t there? Like an object? It was probably weird that that turned him on, that it made him clench down harder. 

He huffed as his entire body moved to the thrusts, they were getting rougher and he started shaking.

“Fuck- Fuck-” He shouted, clenching down like he was trying to milk the fake cock inside him before going limp. 

“Curious.” The doctor commented. “He can come from penetration alone, that’s rare for humans.” They pulled it out to let him breathe- but not for long, setting up another tapered tip at his hole. 

“Jesus Christ." He sighed as it was pushed into them. It was shorter, and bottomed out quite quickly as they thrusted it. He was still shaking from the last one, he felt every artificial vain drag against his overly sensitive walls. He could tell the dildo itself was carefully crafted by how it felt as he clenched around it and panted. 

“Let it in love.” Sarrine said quietly as they pushed it deep. Oh, It had a knot. 

“Fuck,” It stretched him a little farther before pulling back out. 

“You can take it, I know you can.” She cooed as it was pushed back in, getting a little further, again- again. His panting got louder as it continued to stretch him. 

“Shit!” He shouted as it slipped in, clenching around the thick knot as it settled inside him, tip brushing his cervix. He felt so full as they shifted it ever so slightly, even the slightest movement felt intense. 

“So good. So, so good, yeah?” Sarrine cooed, wiping his face and coming away with tears on her hand. Oh, he’d been crying. That was normal, he cried from intense pleasure, especially penetration. He nodded. 

“It’s good.” He confirmed as the doctor moved a hand to rub at his dick. “Fuck!” He arched into it. It made him clench harder on the dildo and that sent more pleasure through him. He kept panting as that tingling flowed through his entire body as they sped up their movements. “Fuck,” He repeated, shaking almost violently as he came again. He felt like he was melting, his body twitching on its own despite being limp. His breathing was harsh as he continued to clench down on the knot even after they stopped touching him. He let out another rough whine as they pulled it out, feeling the stretch as it dragged against him. 

“Just a little more.” Sarrine soothed.

“More?” He asked, his voice was shot, it came out more like a croak. 

“Just a little.” She confirmed. “You can do it. Then we’ll get you some snacks and show you to your room okay?” He shook but he nodded. He could do this, he could. The doctor placed another dildo at his entrance, the head on this one was blunt, and thick- gods this was a horsecock. He moaned as they pushed it in, stretching him more. They pushed it in steadily until it hit his cervix before pulling it out to thrust it back in, punching little moans out of him as they did. That was definitely going to bruise. He felt the flared head drag against his walls with each thrust before hitting their cervix again. It hurt but it felt better than it hurt- But with the next thrust they kept pushing. 

“Let it in.” She told him quietly. He could, he’d done this before- he took a deep breath and let it out slowly until it slipped further and he let the rest of it out with a sharp shout. “There you go,” She ran a hand down his abdomen.

“Fuck-” She was feeling it through him. He could see it through him, fuck that was hot. He saw it pull out of him, dragging against him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-” He chanted like it could save him. They thrusted it back in again and again. 

“Feel that? Feel it inside? You take it so well.” He whined, orgasm steadily building. He felt that there was still a lot of the dildo to go. 

“He could take more, but tomorrow should fix that too.” 

“Take- Take-” He tried. “Take- more?” He asked.

“We host all kinds of species here.” Sarrine said like he wasn’t getting pounded within an inch of his life. “While technically humans fit the average size that most species fall into, some of them could use you like a fleshlight.” Fuck. That idea really got him, he came around the cock inside him as they kept fucking him. 

“I think he liked that.” The doctor said, almost smugly as they pulled it out. 

“Fuck,” he kept clenching around nothing even after it was out. They ran a finger along his now gaping rim.

“Average human elasticity.” They commented as he kept clenching. 

“One last thing.” Sarrine said quietly. “One last thing then it’s over.” She said as the doctor slipped slick fingers to circle his asshole, pushing one inside. 

“Good response to anal stimulation-” They quickly slipped another finger in, feeling around. “Quickly warmed up to two fingers.” They felt around for another moment before finding a slightly rougher patch that made him jolt. “He’s developed prostate tissue aswell.” They commented, putting more pressure on it. They used their other hand to rub at his cock too gently, while being rough on his prostate. 

“Gods-” He moaned, this orgasm felt ripped out of him, shaking gently. Sarrine was by his side with a hand on his shoulder. 

“That’s it okay? All over yeah? You did so well.” She praised, going to unstrap him. He just laid still, he really felt like he had melted, boneless. It was so much. Sarrine helped him sit up and put a robe on. “You did so well Eli. Put your arm around me.” She instructed, helping him stand to tie the robe and picking him up, carrying him out. Time was a bit strange for a while, he was set in a warm bath and washed gently before being set in a plush bed outfitted with a lot of blankets and pillows. 

“Eat.” Sarrine said simply, handing him a bag of cheezits and a bottle of water, this was nice, he could get used to this. 

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The room they had set up for him was very similar to his room on earth, it was quite nice really. He was surrounded by soft things as Sarrine woke him. 

“You have another day ahead of you.” She said softly, dragging a hand down his face. He grumbled a little, the bed was nice. 

“Oh, I know,” Harshi’s voice came from behind him, trailing a hand up his back. “But it’ll be a good day, pretty boy, getting all your holes filled just like you want hmm?” They hummed. Fuck. He shivered at the thought. “You know you want that don’t you? Oh, look at how he’s shaking already.” They leaned in to mouth at his neck, drawing a whine out of him. “He wants it so bad.” They whispered, trailing a hand down their chest. 

“Harshi.” Sarrine warned sharply. “You will have plenty of time with him later. Right now, he has an appointment.” Harshi huffed, but pulled away, patting his shoulder to console him. Sarrine held a hand for him to take and help him up. “But I do think Harshi is right, I think you’ll enjoy this.” She told him, handing him a robe to put on. The robe was soft, almost like silk but softer as he put it on. It was a light lavender color that shimmered in the light as he tied it off. 

He was led to a garden that seemed shockingly earth-like- in any other situation he would be all too curious about it, was it a convergent evolution of chlorophyll or was this created as an earth replica? The thoughts passed his mind but he couldn’t be bothered to pursue them at the moment- fuck he was just a slut wasn’t he. He sat on a bench that had been set up, the grass beneath him was soft, not scratchy- so it had to be something other than earth grass. Harshi had stayed behind to watch, sat on another bench a few feet away.

A figure emerged from the trees around him, it seemed somewhat feminine, body made of masses of vines with leaves growing from their head in place of hair with a few flowers.

“Human.” They said, their voice was wispery- and they said it in a way that he couldn’t tell if it was a greeting or simply an observation.  

“Hello.” He said shyly. They looked at him blankly as they approached, taking no time at all to untie the robe. They had an unsurprising floral aroma to them. He laughed a little. “Oh uh, right to it huh?” He commented as they slipped it off him, kneeling between his legs. 

“Don’t act like you’re complaining.” They said, a few vines wrapping around his legs. “You’re already wet, I haven’t even done anything, not even pollen.” They drawled. “But your medical report paints you as quite the desperate slut, by human standards at least.” He whined as a thin vine worked its way inside him, bracing his hands on the back of the bench. 

“He really is.” Harshi commented as he arched into the vine prodding inside of him. “Imagine how he’ll be after this.” He let out a shaky breath as the exploratory vine brushed his cervix. 

“After- hah- after this?” He asked as the flowery smell grew stronger.

“You don’t know do you?” The plantlike alien asked, vines wrapping more tightly around him and sliding up to his torso. He shook his head as another vine worked its way in alongside the last. “Oh you don’t know what you’re in for.” They made a sound like rustling leaves that seemed to be a laugh as they came up to his ear. “I’m here to turn your body into the perfect little fucktoy.” He huffed a moan. 

“Shit.” He whispered. By god he wanted that so badly. He huffed a shaky moan as another vine wrapped its way around his arms to pin him to the bench. 

“You like that slut?” They asked harshly. “You just wanna be a little fucktoy?” He cried out when they pinched his dick between cold fingers. They slipped another vine into him, he started to feel the stretch now. “Oh you do, don’t you, well I’m sure you’ll make a lovely cocksleve.” He tilted his head back as the vines pumped into him with a whine. He felt his own wetness drip down the soaking vines. “Tell me all about it huh?” They said, laughing deeply. 

“I-” He huffed. “God I want to be a fucktoy- I wanna be a good cocksleve, please- I’ll be so good.” He whined as the vines pounded into him, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. 

“Oh you want it bad don’t you. I doubt you’ll even need much training, you came into this a needy slut, you’re already fucking begging for it, you need to be used.” He was shaking in the grip of their vines, they were right, they were so right- he needed this, so badly. He let out a high whine. They laughed again, “Slut.” They commented, bringing another vine to trace and collect his wetness before spreading it on his ass. 

“Fuck,” He cried as it pushed into him, he kept dripping onto the vines, he felt his cock twitch as it just kept going. He expected the vine to stop going but it didn’t, it had to be in his guts. He was shaking, that shouldn’t be possible right? “It’s so-” He panted. “So fucking deep- deep in me- god-” He panted out the words as a tear streaked down his face. 

“Oh, poor little fucksleave can’t take it.” They said condescendingly, using the vines around his torso to drag him down and wipe the tear from his cheek. “At least you’re a pretty crier.” They pushed another vine into his cunt, stretching him further and punching a sob out of him. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to take so much more.” They chuckled, that same rustling sound he’d started to become accustomed to. “Your little body will be able to accommodate all those depraved fantasies in your pathetic head.” They teased in their whispery voice, sliding their other hand to his stomach and pushing down slightly as the vines pumped out of him. He could feel their hand, he could feel the vines pushing against it. 

“Fuck,” He huffed loudly, he was breathing so hard- he clenched down on the many vines inside him with the pressure from both sides he squirmed. 

“Look.” They demanded, pulling their hand away. He forced his head up, feeling the crick in his neck as he looked at himself. 

“Fuck.” He said again. He could see the vines moving inside him. That was weirdly hot- he was learning a lot of new things about himself and really he didn’t know how he felt about that. It was weird to find things squirming inside you hot right? 

“You only know one word don’t you, fucked all the words out of your head already.” They slipped another vine inside, the stretch nearing pain. He whined. “Not that it’s a problem, you don’t need to think to serve your purpose.” Fuck, his purpose. This was his purpose. It felt right, this was always what he was for and he loved that. Damnit that was another weird kink thing wasn’t it. He whined again and another vine wrapped loosely around his throat and dipped into his mouth, just barely.

 “But it seems like you’ll need some endurance training.” They said as the vines continued to pound into him. “This should fill you up nicely though.” Their breathy voice is strained. “Fix you right up.” What seemed to be precome from the vine in his mouth was thicker than he would think, it was bittersweet like unprocessed syrup. He licked it up and swirled his tongue slightly on the leaking tip. The other vines inside him started to become uncoordinated, the thrusts not quite in sync even as they twirled around each other. The vines constricting him got tighter and they slipped their hand to frame his dick and circled it slightly as another sob was pulled from him. The flowery scent was overwhelming as he felt them fill him. 

It was in his mouth first, the same thick bittersweet syrupy come as the precome but he swallowed it down as best he could- thankfully they pulled out of his mouth quickly, but they kept filling his other holes. He kept panting as they pulled out of his ass next, reminding him just how deep inside they were. He felt it drip slowly out of him. They still didn’t pull out of his cunt though, and they were still filling him. It started to feel taut, full, truly filled. He looked down as they finally pulled out of him, he looked bloated, skin stretched as far as it could without hurting. 

“Holy fuck,” He muttered as the thick liquid drip from his gaping hole, the vine around his arms loosened, allowing him to fall back on shaking arms. “That shouldn’t…” He panted, “That’s not supposed to do that.” He was pretty sure- pretty sure. He could feel the thick liquid deep inside of him- like it was in his womb- holy fuck it was in his fucking womb. He moaned at the thought- despite the fact that he was pretty sure that wasn’t supposed to happen. “Right?” He looked up at the plantlike alien whose name he realised he still didn’t know, he knew he looked fucking pathetic- fucked out- his eyes still wet with tears. They smiled at him condescendingly. 

“Not for a normal human, but that’s what this is for.” They said, squeezing the vines around his torso- he could feel it squeezing the liquid out of him as they ran a hand through his folds to collect it as he was squeezed like a damn toothpaste tube. “You’ll be more elastic now, especially as it soaks in over the next few hours. Your body will absorb it and make you able to take more, and bounce back after.” They explained, rubbing circles around his clit. “So no, it's not supposed to do that for a normal human, but you’re not a normal human anymore.” They sped up and pushed a little harder. “You’re a human cocksleve.” They told him. Fuck. His back arched as he felt his cock throb in their hold and he came. “Man you’re pathetic.” They told him, hitting his clit lightly and making him jolt and whine. 

He knew they left but didn’t know how long it had been that he laid there before Harshi approached him. 

“You took that so well.” They told him, running their hands along his sides, causing him to shiver. “So pretty taking those vines like a good boy.” He whined, pulling a hand up to cover his mouth. They trailed down to his still dripping hole, flicking their tongue out gently to lick at his still swollen cock. 

“Fucking hell.” He breathed as they lapped at his hole, collecting the thick syrup that had been pumped inside him. He continued to huff loudly as they went back to suck his overworked cock in their mouth. “I-” He huffed. They pulled off with a slight pop as the suction broke and his back arched. 

“Just come for me yeah? Be good for me. You’re such a good boy you can come for me.” They cooed, running their hands over his hips. He let out another breath and nodded before they quickly went back to work. He huffed a soft sob at the overstimulation as they swirled their tapered tongue around his cock before pulling off again and licking upwards. 

“Fuck-” He was back to the one word he could reliably say before they went back, wrapping their lips around him and pulling off gently before going right back down- and again, sucking it like someone would a true penis. “Shit, shit.” He started to spasm as he came, his entire body jerking as they held his hips and pulled off. 

“There you go.” They said. “There you go, good boy.” They soothed, dragging their hands down his inner thighs as he calmed down. “Such a good boy, pretty boy.”

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If he were to be completely honest, Eli thought about things like this a lot. Being used and filled up with come? Yeah, he’d be a bit ashamed to admit that but it’s not like he thought it could be realistic, it was safe little fantasies in his head right? 

One thing he hadn’t considered was just how much he could feel it inside him after. Not that he exactly thought about being filled with come the consistency of syrup, but even an hour later he could just feel it still coating his insides. It made him hyper aware of the changes it was supposed to be making inside him. 

He knew a little bit, what they'd told him. It was supposed to improve elasticity and work as a heavy, long term aphrodisiac.   

“You’ll have the day off tomorrow.” Sarrine told him, handing him a cup of tea. He just nodded, holding the warm mug close. He was huddled up in blankets, still recovering from getting his brains fucked out of him. He sipped the tea cautiously, it was sweet and minty, he smiled into the cup as he drank.  He hummed happily at her in approval. “You should rest.” She said, taking the empty mug from him. He hummed again and nodded. 

“Wow, he’s… so fucked out.” Harshi said behind her. Sarrine gave them a look. “He only came twice… I wonder if it’s the pollen- or the come.” They said anyway. He idly wondered the same thing, he was shockingly out of it, maybe he wasn’t built for this life. But you’ll be rebuilt for it. This is what you’re for. He whimpered at the thought, curling up in bed. He was quick to fall asleep because his brain was already shut off, it was nice. 

-

“Do you have bones?” He asked Harshi as he stirred his coffee. 

“What?” 

“You, Do you have bones.” He repeated, pointing at them with his spoon. 

“I-” They tilted their head for a moment before smiling. “Well unless you count-”
“I don’t” He said before they could finish. They sighed.

“Then no- well, not like you do. We have cartilage structures that resemble bones but in structure and firmness it’s cartilage.” He sat down, pushing a second coffee at them. 

“So you are carbon based?” He asked, taking a sip of his own coffee.

“I- I mean yeah? Where are these questions coming from?” They asked.

“I may be a horny bastard but I’m still a scientist at heart- and now I get to understand alien lifefroms. The convergent evolution is fascinating! The selective traits that have evolved in so many species! How the upright humanoid form seems to be what evolution continues to create, it’s like carcinisation but for another set of traits!” They blinked at him over their coffee. 

“There’s something wrong with you y’know?” They said after a moment. 

“I’m well aware.” He agreed. “Got the science brainworms.” He added. Harshi looked confused. 

“If you had worms in your brain we would have seen those.” They insisted. 

“No I mean- like- autism, it’s autism." They nodded in recognition. “So exactly how closely related would you say you are to earth squids?” They sighed. 

“Not very? How the fuck am I supposed to know that?” 

-

“So your homeplanet used to be a waterworld?” He asked, now held in their lap, their four tentacle-like legs (Leg-like tentacles?) splayed under him on the bed.

“I- I guess? I’m not a scientist. If you’re really curious I’m sure Sarrine could find you some books about it.” He grumbled before thinking of another question. 

“Do you lay eggs?” He asked. 

“I- uhm, I don’t but the… what would be considered the females of our species do. Since I am biologically male I would fertilize the eggs.” He nodded before tilting his head with another question. 

“But I thought you all had the uh- mating tendril?” He asked, shifting his hips to try and get more comfortable- he may be a scientist but he was still a horny bastard at heart. They hesitated for a moment. 

“Yes. Compared to humans our reproductive system is… complicated.” They nodded. He tilted his head when they didn’t elaborate. “We have a few different ways to reproduce. Externally we have the same genitals but- and don’t quote me on this one I’m still not a scientist- but the difference is mostly internal, we all have something that would be like a… a womb on more mammalian species- but not exactly an egg sac on more mollusk species either, something in-between. Basically- either party can be the one to incubate the eggs, so the females have an ovipositor. There’s also a more mixed option where the eggs are fertilized in the female’s body and then transferred to the male after the fact." They thought for a moment. “Or alternatively could choose to have an external incubator for the time they need to be incubated, I know a few people who have done that.” They said it offhandedly like he wasn’t now instantly thinking of being an incubator for them and Sarrine. He shifted again and swallowed the slight whimper that threatened to escape him.

“You say you’re not a scientist but you seem to have a pretty good grasp on that concept.” He said instead. They shrugged.

“I mean- that’s just basic sex-ed. Not something you need to be a scientist to know- it’s stuff everyone knows, I’m sure an actual scientist could go into more depth.” He nodded.

“Hmm, yeah we don’t really have… comprehensive sex-ed back on earth- at least not where I’m from.” He hummed. “That seems pretty complicated though… so… you do give live birth?” They shook their head. 

“No, the eggs incubate in the body for around a week while the casings harden slightly, they are then laid in water where they will hatch after a few months. He nodded sagely. 

“Can I see?” 

“I- yes? What? I- See mine?” He looked at them for a moment and nodded slowly. “I mean- yeah.” He trailed his hands to the zipper of their skirt to peel it open. 

“Just overcompensating for the lack of education I got.” He nodded, trailing his hands between their legs as one curled around his arm. He circled around their dripping slit where the tip of their tendril protruded slightly. They huffed a sharp breath as he ran the pad of his thumb against the small part of their tentril that was exposed- it was just like his own! Kind of. In a way. “So it’s like a cloaca.” He mused, running a finger along the slit itself. 

“Not- not exactly? But close enough.” They said, putting their hand on his shoulder. The slick was quite thick and almost elastic as he tested it between his fingers before dipping one in. Their legs twitched as he ran his finger along the still hidden part of their tendril as it slowly emerged. He gave into curiosity and licked the slit where it came from. It was very salty, but somehow slightly familiar in a way. He licked at the base of the tendril where it was now out before he made the connection. It was like squid ink. He had squid ink pasta a few times, and that was why it was familiar. He licked at it a bit more before they pushed his shoulder back. 

“Does the lubrication come from the same place as the ink sac?” He asked blandly. They blinked at him. 

“I- Think so?” They said, shifting their hand beneath his arm to pull him back onto their lap to grind his wetness on their own. He slumped forward to use them for stability and grinded against them- relieved to finally get some stimulation. “Good boy.” They sighed, moving their hands to his hips. “Yeah?” They responded to his resounding whine. He rolled his hips against them- god, he was fucking them. His dick was inside them. He was hard enough to be in them.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned, speeding up- it felt so good. “Shit-” He huffed. He panted desperately- but they were too, so it felt a little better, he wasn’t the only one affected by this. 

“Stars, such an eager boy.” Their voice was breathy and harsh. “Having a good time fucking me? Gonna fill me up?” They instantly picked up on what had him so worked up and went for the throat didn’t they. He kept breathing little moans as he fucked them. 

“Shit- I’m so- I’m g-” He couldn’t finish a sentence, his moans cutting him off every time. 

“I know, come on- fill-” They huffed. “Fill me up, come in me.” Fuck. His cock twitched aggressively as he came, and they rolled their hips to work him through it, dragging a long moan out of him. His whole body shook for a moment before he fell limp, letting out the last of his breath.  

“There you go, let it out pretty boy.” His hips jerked at the praise. “Still going huh? Still not done with me?” He keened. Cock still twitching. “Well good.” They said, pulling him up. “Because I’m not done with you.” 

“Shit!” Their tendril rushed into his waiting hole and they lowered him back down to sit comfortably. He huffed- they filled him so nicely- guess the syrup did what it was supposed to. He knew he could take more, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but he was full in the best way- and it just kept moving- he was sat flush with their skin, neither of them moving, except for the tendril, moving, squirming inside him.  

They ran their hands down his sides in an almost possessive way, keeping him firmly on him. 

“Jesus Christ." He huffed, clinging to them for dear life. “It keeps-” He panted heavily. 

“You’re so warm.” They said, breathless. “So… So…” They trailed off, wrapping their arms around him to keep him still. They didn’t move- just the squirming fullness of their tendril inside him. He slowed his breathing the best he could, it felt good- it felt so good. 

“Fucking- squirming inside of me.” He said. “Driving me insane.” He huffed. They just nipped at his shoulder with their weird beak teeth in response. “So is this- hah- is this traditional mating for your species?” He asked, only half in jest. They nodded. 

“It’s-” They huffed. “Optimal.” They paused. “The more- the more thrusting motions- even if- even if rare- risk damaging- the eggs.” It was clear that they struggled to speak clearly, he took a little pride in the fact that he did that. 

“So thrusting sex is for- for pleasure and… this… is for mating?” He clarified. They nodded. “I suppose I did ask for a- a demonstrational, hands-on sex-ed class.” He huffed. “You uhm, you can’t get me pregnant right?” They shook their head. 

“Not unless someone else implanted eggs in you.” He clenched down at the thought- there was that again, the egg thing. Fuck he was weird. “You-” They huffed. “Like that?” He nodded. “You want- want someone to fill you with eggs?” He whined and clenched down again. “Filled with eggs like- like a good incubator?” Fuck, He was comming his entire body twitched- and the tendril stilled as it pumped inside him when he clenched, milking it. 

“Fuck.” He said when they both went limp. “Fuck.” He repeated. “There’s something very wrong with me isn’t there?” He asked. They laughed lightly.

“I think- I think I may have mentioned that earlier.”