The first salvo tore a massive gash through the bulkhead next to me. I kicked a foot against the flight console to catapult me across the deck before the emergency systems closed the protective blast shield over the breach. My knees buckled as a secondary bombardment caused the deck to heave upwards as the craft was crushed further into the ground.
I scrambled to the pilot's seat and pulled the armored rigging over my shoulders. Quickly I slotted a power-pack into the chest compartment and made to shoulder the emergency hatch open. The third salvo hit the moment I gripped the handle forcing my head violently into the beveled edge of the hatch release.
My rigging sputtered as fell in a heap back onto the deck, my vision full of stars and blood. I groaned and made to roll back onto my feet.
That's when the final rounds hit the craft. The explosions flung the structural supports from the ceiling to crash over me in a heap of metal and sputtering wiring. One beam toppled across my knee forcing it to dislocate and the chest plate of my rigging cracked inward into my ribs as it absorbed the brunt of the falling debris.
As my vision swam I could only squint upwards through the gash in the hull of my ship and at the rapidly descending Seraph craft.
I awoke in darkness with a loud gasp and an attempt to sit forward.
A strong force gripped my neck and forced my torso back down. There was a heavy weight on my chest and a tightness over my waist. I struggled to breath against the constriction around my throat. My broken ribs shifted causing me to spasm in pain.
"Will it live?" A Seraph voice penetrated through my pain and blindness.
"Doubtful." A second voice. "The power-pack ruptured into it's chest and it's frying it's nervous system. Not to mention that skull fracture is blinding it."
I tried to speak, or move, or do anything other than just lay helpless. All I managed was a croaking and weak minor movements of my arms.
"Knock it out and get it aboard. Maybe we can ransom it, have Mira look it over and see what can be done. Humans are worth a lot even if...damaged. And get a salvage team out here, this thing's got some serious tech installed."
"Understood." A small pause. "Medical, Salvage One, wake Mira, tell her to prep the bay for one human patient.
The next thing I felt was an icy barb in my ear as the neural scrambler forced me back into unconscious.
I struggled the moment the scrambler was tugged away from my ear. A tunnel of light filled my vision and I felt delicate hands grip the sides of my face.
"Stop moving." A light voice tinged with the Seraph accent. "You want to see again, right?"
The tunnel widened and I became aware that I was gazing up at a surgical light. A female Seraph drifted into view, her head upside down as she stood over me. Her eyes were squinted slightly in concentration and I was aware that the flaps of skin partially covering my eyes was the skin of my head peeled back.
"If you move like that again I'll lobotomize you." Her hands left my cheeks and she went back to tinkering inside my skull. The frills on the side of her neck were curled and the crest that lined her brow was tinged a pale maroon of youth.
"Didn't know they let kids enlist so early." I wheezed through my tortured throat. A viscous burst of pain exploded behind my eyes causing me to blink rapidly and groan.
"Oops." She said calmly, her expression not changing the slightest as she reached across me for a stitch gun. Her small breasts pushed against my face through the fabric of her medical gown. She ran a hand along my jaw and back up the side of my temple.
"Been a while since we've had a male on board, let alone a human." She murmured as she plugged stitch after stitch along my head. "I had forgotten how rude and loose their tongues are."
"Repair that ship of mine you blew out of the sky and I'll show you how rude I can be." I spoke up at her in malice and spite.
The med chair I sat in spun gently and the headrest lifted.
"You won't be doing much of anything with your nerves fried and that leg of yours shattered." She circled around and tapped the metal cast holding my knee rigid.
"You're mine and you will be for a long time."
It took a day to realize how utterly fucked I was.
Most of my ribs were broken or cracked. The plasma leakage from my rigging had seeped into my muscles and the toxins left me partially paralyzed from the chest down. Mira assured me that the detox drugs she was giving me would allow me almost full range of motion back but walking will forever be difficult with the amount of injury my knee had sustained.
"You're fit and healthy, for a human." She had remarked as she helped me into my clothes. Her hands lingered over my chest and her fingers traced the black lines the plasma scarring had left on my skin. "Most holo-vids we see of humans show them as overweight slobs."
"Just the ones that live on the intranet every day jerking off to Seraph porn." I explained while reaching for my shirt which was still ripped and scored from the attack.
"Oh! Here, wear this." She produced an elastic all-ways-fit shirt from a cabinet. "It'll help keep your chest constricted and your ribs in place."
"You're not going to give me pants that do the same are you?" I asked irritatingly. "I don't want my nuts crushed this tight." I tugged at a particularly tight part of the shirt.
"Your nu-?" Her frills blanched as she quickly realized what I had said. "No! Of course not! Your other clothes weren't as damaged and I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable..." She nodded to the pile of pressed clothes that I recognized as mine.
With just my arms I pushed the wall and sent the floating med chair I sat on a few feet across the room.
>Humans are so resilient.
I was in awe as I watched the injured smuggler effortlessly push himself across the room. Not a cycle had passed and not only was he speaking but even able to move his few working muscles. It was taking all my willpower not to allow my frills to show my astonishment, or arousal. I knew humans were naturally sensual but the ease in which this one spoke about his own organs...
Only slightly did I look away as he pulled his trousers up over his legs and waist. The cast gave him some issue but after a few fidgeting moments he managed. After he situated himself he looked across the room and smiled.
"No problem at all." He said. His speech was slightly slurred, though that will be corrected with calibration to the neural implant I had installed. The sympathetic nervous system would need some tinkering as well. Until then he'll need assistance emptying his bladder and his...nuts...as he so eloquently stated.
The holo-pad in my pocket vibrated, jerking me out of the trance I had entered.
"Medical to the bridge." The message scrolled across the interface.
"You're to rest now, no extreme movements, and try to keep your torso straight human." I said it hurriedly and I'm sure some of my incompetence showed. I tuned the implant to release serotonin into his system to make him relax.
"Zack." His voice slurred heavily as his eyes drooped.
"My name is Zack."
"Elder's crest, Mira!" Xil exclaimed the moment I stepped onto the bridge. "You reek of pheromones and male. Have you two fucked?"
"No, captain, we have not fucked." I sighed internally at the captain's brevity. She turned back around to key a few commands on her flight computer before addressing me once more.
"Will it live?"
"'He' will live, yes." I made sure to enunciate the word.
"Does 'it' understand the situation 'it' is in?" Xil spat the words, her own frills tinging red with irritation.
"That certain individuals felt the need to fire upon him simply on the off chance that he had valuable cargo?" I asked the rhetorical question carefully.
"I put the human in your charge, Mira. The Human Senate has already been sent the ransom demands and I expect for 'it' to survive until the time we can collect the credits."
"Very well, captain."
"And I expect you to spray yourself with the neutralizers each time you have interaction with it."
"As you wish."
"Now go enjoy your toy. From that puddle you're dripping onto my flight deck I can tell you need it." She turned a disgusted chin back around to gesture me away.
It was then I felt the slight moisture creeping down my leg and that I had indeed been showing all the signs of a Seraph in heat. I quickly backed out the door and leaned against the bulkhead for a moment to gather my thoughts.
After a few micro cycles of concentration I wiped away the moisture from my skin and made my way back to the med bay
I know I'm posting mainly random shit, but this is still an alien thread.
Thanks, It's something I've been wanting to do for a while now.
It's been a LONG time since I've seen this story. It's themes and motifs are actually what really inspired me in the first play to write fiction. Hive mind fellow /d/eviant.
Sorry, had to sleep.
The moment I palmed the med bay door open I realized my mistake.
I had left the neural governor in the same room as the patient. Not just any patient but a human patient. The giggling I heard when I stepped in told me he had already started playing with the device causing me to spew out a string of curses as I stamped across the room to grab the device out of his hands. One of which was happily pressing the dopamine toggle and the other was firmly seated over the serotonin release.
"Hey datsh mine mee-rah!" He slurred and struggled feebly for a moment before his eyes settled at some drug induced vision past me. His breath was coming in gulps and sweat dotted his forehead. He was overdosing on his own chemicals. I made to call for assistance when his hand shot to my wrist and he whirled me back around.
He blinked heavily and his eyes focused back on me. He took another huge breath and I could see his pupils contract back to a more reasonable size. His dark green irises stayed locked me and I felt the wetness return over my body.
I was frozen in captivation. Normally Seraph's required several macro-cycles shake off the effects of the governor.
"Why're you all wet?" He freed my wrist and trailed his fingertips over the top of my hand, turned his digits to show me the slick lubricant my glands were excreting. He rubbed the oily liquid between his thumb and forefinger, his dextrous hands caused another heat wave to pass over me.
I had waited long enough. Stars know I've waited...
The governor was still in my hand. I keyed it's chemical releases to moderate and reached for the belt of his trousers the moment his loopy smile returned to his face.
He mumbled and stared at the ceiling while I scrambled to undo his belt. The quick release lock clanked merrily as it was freed. I was panting through my gills, my hands could barely keep a grip on the fabric as I pulled his trousers down. My white medical gown was already drenched and I knew my entire figure was visible through the soaked cloth.
I lowered the floating med chair he lay on and swung a leg over him, being mindful of the caste and being careful not to put too much weight on it. Not that I weighed that much anyways...
His underclothes were slotted and I gently pushed a hand towards the heat I could feel radiating from his nethers. The scent of him was having a drunk effect on my system. I could only smile broadly like a newborn tadpole as I gripped his manhood, freeing it delicately and being mesmerized by its size.
Even in his non aroused state he was larger than any Seraph male I had seen. My lower frills quivered in anticipation and were already reaching for the member involuntarily. I rubbed my hands over him, coating him with a light sheen of my own arousal.
He stirred, I could feel the muscles tightening and I gazed in amazement as he grew in my hands. I kept a hand cupped under his sack and my other clasped around his glans.
The governor beeped. The time released chemicals stopped pumping.
Not a micro cycle later his eyes refocused and he started slightly as he goggled at the scene that lay before him.
"I-uh, was just-" I stammered.
He arched his hand around and I winced in what I knew would surely be a blow across my face. Instead his fingers gripped the back of my crest and he pulled me roughly down to push his lips against mine.
Oh, Commissar! I assure you there is absolutely no heresy afoot. "Shoop-de-whoop and burn the heretic" as they say, yes? Haha why would you ever, you know, think there was any heresy going on here? That's just silly. Silly and totally the opposite of what's going on here. There's anti-heresy here. That's what you smell!
Please don't burn my planet in righteous fire.
His large hands cupped the back of my head and his fingers entwined into the folds of my crest. I was totally enthralled amidst the taste of his agile tongue and how deeply he delved into my mouth. Gently I slid my hips forward and back over his manhood, my medical gown required no undergarments which allowed my cilia to tenderly wrap themselves around his shaft and testicles.
He dropped his head to kiss down the nape of my neck and I clutched my hands into the black mane of hair atop his head. He lightly suckled at the juices my skin excreted while he dropped his hands down the small of my back to rest on the rump of my ass.
Not wanting to hurt him, but also not wanting to stop, I rose off his groin slightly and contracted my lower muscles. The cilia tightened and his shaft rose to the slick entrance. I relaxed when I felt just the tip start to press into me.
"Don't you fucking tease me." He said straining his back in a vain attempt to move his paralyzed body. The muscles in his arms and neck bulged with the effort but his lower body stubbornly stayed still. He grimaced again in futile effort to thrust upwards but only managed to push himself lower into the cushions of the chair.
I rested my hands on his shoulders and slowly impaled myself on the human. It was a tight fit even with his shaft completely marinated from my cilia's excretions. I saw his eyes roll and felt his hands dart to my breasts which were now tinged a deep blue. His thumbs rested on my nipples and his fingers delicately squeezed into my gill slits to push me further down onto him.
We both panted as he bottomed out. I could feel the tense muscles flexing inside me and I knew my cilia were massaging him in a manner that human females never could. I eased my full weight on to him and deeply breathed in his scent. My head swam with the smell of testosterone and sweat. I lay my head on his chest to hear his powerful heartbeat and be closer to his aroma...his musk.
He raised a hand back to my crest and pulled back gently to force my chin up.
"You need to do the moving." He panted in exquisite torture. For a moment a wave of sympathy washed over me as I realized he couldn't rut inside me like he would a female of his species. I rested my chin on his sternum, minding the broken ribs, and grinned wickedly at him.
"Maybe I'll just stay like this for a while." My cilia schlucked as I tightened them around his member, forcing more of his blood to be trapped in his length. I teased him, poking my tendrils at his tip and rolling his testicles being sure to stimulate every part of him I could touch.
We require more minerals. Perhaps our ally can trade us some?
Not even I could keep the act up for long.
I needed him moving inside me. I needed his hands on my slick skin and the taste of his sweat in my mouth. I gripped the side of his neck for leverage and scraped my hips forward and back, driving my sex into his. He flexed inside me and pushed against my deepest tendrils causing me to gasp and keen at the sensations of being completely filled for the first time.
His teeth were gritted and his chest was rising haphazardly with his breath. He pulled me down by the arm once more for a kiss and I could only allow him to invade my body in any way he could, letting him to do anything he wanted to my sex starved body. Wanting to share my sensations I pushed my forehead into his and tried in vain to allow my thought burst to merge with his implant though all I managed was a dull feedback signal. I fucked myself on him several more times in frustrated ecstasy until I saw his eyes roll once more before I tried again to merge our thoughts.
This time he relaxed enough to allow me fully into his mind. I gave him my feelings of intimacy and he reciprocated with gratitude. Satisfied, I touched my lips to his again and fucked him furiously in the style of a human female. I wanted him bursting inside me and clutching me to his body in a lover's embrace as he gave himself over to me.
Faster still I ground atop of him, my back arching and my cilia swelling as I neared my end. He was a rod of bulging heat inside me and the grimace that passed over his face told me he was close as well. I pulled his head against my chest and let him drop his hands to where our sexes merged to fondle my frills. His bite on my nipple sent me over and I convulsed, moaning into his hair and pulling him even deeper inside me.
He flexed for a long moment and surged inside me with his own series of gasps before collapsing back against the cushions.
Xil stalked down the curved hallway to the med bay. Her posture was rigid and commanding as she passed her subordinates. The metal prosthetic on her lower leg clinked a beat into the plating beneath her feet warning all to her approach. The teal skirted uniform she wore was reserved only for the veteran captains of the First Contact War and hers fit snugly around her chest and hips, which were pronounced in the manner of all middle aged seraphs.
Her pathetic excuse of a consort, Yoe, pattered on her flank. His hands flashing across a data pad while he read off useless information that frankly she couldn't care less about but she humored him for now with mumbled "Ah's" and "Hmm's".
She could smell the fucking before she was even at the door. She let a small puff of air escape past her gills and turned to the smaller sex with a flourish knowing that seraph males were immune to the pheromones emitted by humans.
"Lieutenant Yoe, why don't you head to the cargo bay and see what the salvage team has recovered from this smugglers ship? Meanwhile I'll interrogate the hostage?" She used her command voice but she knew it wouldn't be long before she started perspiring in the same manner as Mira.
"Y-yes captain, but surely the technician whatshername, Mira, is already doing just that? What if he's violent? I should stay in case-"
"I'm sure I can handle a single, crippled, and implanted human lieutenant." She tapped her prosthetic against the bulkhead for emphasis. Yoe let out a small bow and scampered past her to the elevator, his data pad clutched tightly against his chest and his eyes wide with veiled fear.
The moment she was alone in the passageway she ripped the med bay door open.
What the fuck random masturbating /d/ peruser.
Don't you trust me? Have I let you down yet? Stick around a bit...
The smell of sex and fuck smacked the captain across her face. For a brief moment she wavered, her arousal overpowering her mind. She watched in stunned awe at the events before her. Mira's eggs were visible through her translucent skin and she could see the human's essence swirling around them, flooding her canal with globules of spunk. They were locked tight together, her legs clutched to his thighs and his hands gripping her to him by the gills in her side.
"My stars..." Was all she could say, feeling her own body react to the erotica before her. Mira looked across to Xil with eyes watered in pleasure and skin flushed with post orgasm flares. "Puh-Please let him finish, captain." She pleaded at her superior. "He's still-hngh, he's still-" She gasped and clutched at the human's head again as another rope coated her insides, fertilizing her eggs as another impressive spasm erupted inside her.
The human had yet to move. His eyes were sealed tight and his head lay compressed into Mira's exposed breasts. His muscles were bulging in the effort to keep himself upright and hold his seraph lover at the same time. Despite the stitches, the scarring, and the cast; Xil realized how physically impressive humans truly were...
She stalked commandingly towards the duo. Mira's eyes widened and she started to protest.
"Captain, no-I'm sorry, don't please! He's too deep in! You'll rip my-" Xil circled behind her and wrapped her hands around Mira's hips.
"Is he a good fuck, child?" She whispered into Mira's ear huskily. She was at least twice the technicians age and she could see the novice way in which she had her cilia wrapped around his shaft and she smiled patronizingly. Delicately she brought her hands up the younger seraph's side to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples.
"Humans aren't done after one fuck session, kid."
I was knotted to him.
Futilely I tried to will myself to relax but my tendrils were locked around the human's shaft too tightly from my orgasm. His erection was maintained despite my efforts to keep myself still. Xil's fingers traced circles over my breasts and I felt my insides stir once more at her delicate touch.
"What's wrong with him?" Xil's breath was hot on my frills and it took all my effort to keep my voice from stammering.
"He's high." I swallowed heavily. "And...he's not shrinking." I made to pull away but my muscles involuntarily contracted, sucking me back down onto him. I took another shaky breath.
"Careful, you know you can't just let him go." Xil dropped a hand under my ass to fondle where we were connected. She smiled happily when she saw me wince in renewed pleasure. "Humans are fuck machines." She licked up the side of my neck. "And you're going to be knotted for the next few cycles until you're done emptying him."
My embarrassment gave way when the human's eyes opened once more but he stared dizzily at the ceiling. His mouth opened and closed a few times but no sound emerged. My gaze shot to the governor that lay on a surgical plate nearby, Xil followed my sight line. She reached for it.
"Captain, please leave him! He's still-" I tried to get up again only to have my body rebel once more. "He'll go catatonic we can't keep him on this high!"
"Then let's wake him up a bit." She keyed a combination into the interface, a formula I didn't recognize. The human's back arched and his hips bucked. I somehow clutched tighter onto him to stop myself ripping my insides out.
"NO! Captain! The synaptic nerves will-"
"Shut up and ride him." She tossed the governor back onto the tray haphazardly.
I could feel his heartbeat in his manhood. My cilia swirled once more and enveloped him as my body once more started to milk him. I tried once more to pull away but this time his hands painfully clasped into my gills to hold me in place.
I wanted to cry. Or scream. Or moan. I was trapped and unable to pull away without my cilia involuntarily contracting. They stayed only loose enough to allow the human full range of my passage but would clench tight if he or I attempted to remove it from my canal.
Xil had pumped his system full of adrenaline and stimulants, the equivalent of a cocaine overdose. It was accelerating his already weak nervous system, if he kept this up he would never-
"Look at him go..." Xil watched transfixed. She ran her hands over the human's chest and down his stomach to feel the bands of muscles flex under her fingers. She stripped her blouse and pushed her plump breasts into his face.
I sobbed in a mixture of hopeless ecstasy. My tendrils quivered in unintentional pleasure at the speed in which I was being pounded into, raped by the combination of my own cilia and the drug induced sex craze. My eggs shifted once more in anticipation and I helplessly felt myself kneed his testicles, driving him to again coat my insides with his essence.
"PLEASE! Stop this!" I cried through tears. Cursing my body for not being stronger and incapable of doing anything else other than clutching the human's shoulders amidst the wanton rutting he was achieving. He continued to fuck me through his second orgasm, splashing my womb with more globules of spunk. My eggs swelled as they were fertilized. My cilia now completely encapsulated his organs inside me and I convulsed in another screaming orgasm with the sensation of having a male wholly bonded to me.
I'm going to die laughing if the story ends with him losing a bunch of weight and just clinging onto her for the rest of their lives, continuously mating while she tries to do every day activities.
Kind of growing bored with this, probably my last story post for this. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Advice? Recommendations?
I silently sobbed as my guts were glazed once more with the human's sperm. My mind was a crazed dichotomy of sexual urge and regret. I had warned Xil, I had tried to tell her the effects of the chemicals would affect me as well but she continued to cascade drugs into his skull. My thought burst had merged with his implant and my mind was helpless to fight against his overwhelming impulsion, causing my cilia to merge far too quickly with his phallus.
My back arched as I came again, my body refusing to be tired out and instead piggybacking on the human's seemingly endless energy. Xil had left in disgust when she realized the only way to separate us would be surgically, of which I was the only one qualified. She left me to be fucked by the substance driven animal that she herself had made.
The first egg burst and I felt the spawn slither between our sexes and onto the floor. The squirming caused more contractions and soon a second one burst causing my stomach to spasm. The motions forced more cum out of my perpetual mate and a third spawn flopped out onto the tile.
I timed my lean between his thrusts to scoop up the tads which had landed in the same spot. Their webbed hands and wide eyes shone a deep green under the light. I crossed a hand over my stomach and briefly counted the remaining eggs, estimating them to be in the hundreds...
Any thoughts on how long it takes for her kids to reach maturity? If it is quick, have you considered a muntiny to get Terran help on male removal and get sexy payback on the captain?
I tend to not think that far ahead when I write. Honestly this was my first stab at anything erotic or /d/ related so feedback goes a long way.
Too much story and the reader gets bored, too much sex and it's hard to come up with more ways to say "penis", too vanilla and people want angler fish sex, too much /d/eviancy and people can't relate.
Re-reading I can tell I was all over place and lacked focus, but then again I was following train of thought so I did my best to make it flow.
What could happen next? Zack is a smuggler but the human senate knows he's a hostage, but he's also possibly too neurologically damaged for anything other than sex right now. Mira is bonded to him, they'll have hundreds of spawn that will mature faster than you think with the combination of genes they'll have. I introduced a male seraph as Xil's consort for fuck-all reasons (pun intended) but never followed up.
The list goes on but you get the idea. I suck at short-and-sweet but if I write too much I turn into Charles Dickens with too many tangents.
I was kidding about the angler-fish thing. Zack can probably get detoxed but the chemicals and telepathy will probably have him bonded to Mira and will instead do smuggling for her people.
How about the captain goes to the cargo bay to get some action due to how horny she is and gets a nice filling. (Whether her XO likes it or not).Also could use it to show off different mating styles between the spieces. Plus could cause a split in the crew plot, with the XO working with humans to get the snugglar off the boat so he AMD the otherales do not become sex toys and sperm donor to the females who smell hormones
Do it. This looks interesting.
Also try to keep track of who knocked up who and when if they swap partners while unprotected. Might make for interesting mind games/control in addition to kinkyness
Angler-fish sex is still on the table, trust me
Already brainstorming this.
Won't be too difficult. I try to keep names unique so people can quickly recognize what's going on.
I'll also stop hopscotching POV's. Third person omniscient should be enough though I've always felt that sex should be read from the first person.
What do you guys think?
Seraph's having nipples was a decision I struggled with for a while and ended up putting it in there so the reader has something relatable. It's smoother for the reader to follow, but to keep it interesting I gave them gills on the sides of their breasts so you get the "alien" feel without nippleless breasts just being there for aesthetic pleasure. For them to have no breasts whatsoever isn't entertaining but as you point out, they certainly need a purpose.
I'll say yes to the question. They produce milk, well, their equivalent of milk.
Agreed. My transitioning is piss poor but you can see how multiple POV's can keep things interesting. Plus it gives me a lot of wiggle room to think tank erotica.
Post note, document is made, I'll post link as soon as it's at the point I want it to be.
/d/ - Hentai/Alternative
1. "Alternative" images including: futanari, bondage, tentacles, etc. are welcome. Caveats below.
2. Images depicting bestiality, guro, scat, or generally seen to be "extreme" in nature are not to be uploaded.
3. Western drawn/styled ("toon") pictures and fan drawn ("fanart") images are not allowed.
We'd sooner see "drawfag" threads pruned before we'd see this one, I would assume. Also is story is pretty tame by /d/'s standards anyways so I don't see the issue. OP even posted alien pics along with it so it's not like he's just spamming another diaper thread or whatever.
I'm saying has a back up plan. Written stuff on /d/ is pretty much Russian roulette. Depends on the mods/janitors.
We've had them for some time now. From Friday afternoon to Sunday. We only ever have on up and make new ones when the current is on the cusps of 404ing. They are mainly lewd stories, but we also have drawfags too. You can request types of stories/drawings too. Read the stuff in the OP.
Hi-ho, it's honeybun~ I used to take part in the /d/rawthreads and roleplaying stuff.
I'll be reading this glorious saga and posting on my chirbit if y'all are interested.
I'll be making a pastebin as well for people to read the finalized updates.
Well, if you're going to make a pastebin for this, do it before the thread gets pruned.
Bump from the middle of page 10. Image is only semi-related, but i dont actually keep porn on my tablet.
It did kinda get dark.
Another suggestion (among many): After a few more lurid descriptions of hot alien spawning sex, you could have Mira black out, only to slowly awaken in the medbay of another ship. She has been surgically separated, and the two of them are recovering quite nicely. As it turns out, the human's mind proved much more resilient than previously feared, and everything is ok... except for one slight complication.
The prolonged, intimate contact has left a psychic link between the two. While Zack is conscious, sensations he is experiencing and his emotions (but not his thoughts) pour into Mira's mind. This is a continuous link, and it is not something he can control - he isn't even aware of it.
While Zack is unconscious, his mind is more or less laid bare to Mira - she can see his memories and influence his dreams.
* Because another ship had to be involved for the surgery, the captain needs Mira and Zack to corroborate her story to cover her tail.
* No one other than Mira is aware of the psychic link.
* Sex with Zack would be a super intense mindfuck for Mira, as much of what Zack feels is poured into her. If things get intense enough, some of his sensations and hers may go back into him, potentially creating a feedback loop... bonus if some of the psychic energy bleeds off and affects others around (allows for male seraphs to be affected without pheromone response).
* The farther apart they are, the less the link is felt except for really intense experiences from Zack, or intense concentration on the part of Mira to reach is dreams.
Anyway, in re-reading my suggestions, they sound a bit like waifu shit, but that wasn't what I was intending.
The link to the pastebin is
pastebin (DOT) c0m/jj14gGiq
It's where I'll be posting the "finalized" work. If you'd like to see me as I write, edit, and update the story you can do so at my google documents page at:
docs (DOT) google (DOT) c0m (SLASH) document (SLASH) d/1ypumGYDYSHnIAEwZm7O8urk5UjRsX2S1Hb9-89HA9MI/edit?usp=sharing
If you're only interested in the sex you can jump down to part five. The rest of which is just story / plot / musings on my part and not necessary to enjoy the erotic experience.
The one thing I struggle with is making sex unique. There's only so many ways I find myself saying the same things over again and it's exhausting trying to find synonyms for words that you use so commonly when describing the act of fucking.
Suggestions like these go a long way towards helping me view a familiar act in unfamiliar ways. I'll take your ideas and see how I can interpret them. Thanks for writing these!
Also bumping with more glorious alien porn.
>Mira stayed silent as she scrutinized her older brother. Up until this point they had both been able to keep their family ties a secret but for him to outright ask this of her spoke volumes of how far he was descending into his own delirium.
Didn't see that one coming. How will this alter the rest of the story I wonder?
I was thinking thus but more blue alien like
Hey, I'm with the biz coin guy,who created biz coin on /biz/.
Some of our main ideas are bounties,and tips.
Would you be willing to sell a far more detailed version of your your story for biz coins?
I believe I paid a guy 5000 biz coins for our current logo.
Who knows? Yeo doesn't seem the aggressive type...right?
Something tells me /biz/ coins are worth about as much as Enron or Malaysian Airlines stock. Perhaps I can trade you some leprechaun sheckles in exchange instead.
A seraph adult male stands about 5'4'' with the females able to grow to roughly 5'10'' when fully developed. Both sexes have a coral-esque "crest" sprouting from behind their skull with anemone-like tentacles filling into the gaps. These "frills" react to their emotional states by changing color or involuntarily moving to their mindset. It's their equivalent of micro expressions in humans or nonverbal communication.
They have wide eyes that dominate most of their face and have a rigid nose plate that bisects it, although they have no nostrils and it's there because of aesthetic reasons. Their hands are partially webbed and their skin stays relatively dry except for when they're aroused greatly. Their gills start under their armpits and line their sides to their hips. Unlike fish the gills aren't some weak point and it's common for them to be used as a grip point for when they fuck. The human equivalent of lightly asphyxiating your partner etc.
The females have a bundle of cilium in their birth canal that are relatively prehensile. During mating they entwine themselves around the males' shaft and contract to pull the male in. Once inserted it's at the female's discretion to release him. Of course, the male can always force himself away at the cost of his gonads and castration...
The male's penis splits at the end like a Y. It evolved in the case the male was damaged somehow and to aid in ensuring all his ejaculate enters the female.
Both sexes have a finite number of times they can copulate. Females have a limited number of eggs, males have a limited amount of sperm and semen. For a seraph male to not fertilize at least ONE of the thousand or so eggs a female can carry is considered a disgrace.
Seraph males have more rigid skin. It's speckled with flakes of scales and callouses. The females aren't as armored but their muscles develop faster and they have greater strength to allow them to overpower males if need be or keep them in place for sexual purposes.
They measure time in cycles with a micro-cycle being one second, a cycle being a day, and a mega cycle being a month / year. Solar variations of these are based on the relative position of the nearest sun to the observer.
Their gestation cycle is only a few hours. Should a female stay latched to her mate for a long enough time she could fertilize all her available eggs and have a full spawn within a day. Although this is not recommended for obvious population control reasons.
The final aspect is their thoughtburst. A kind of closed psychic connection that female's can have with their mates to aid copulation. Since the act is somewhat...tense...for the male it allows them to slip a bit into the female's mind and allows them to share feelings, sensations, and some "top surface" thoughts. Much like how humans expect mutual orgasms, males expect to at least share a thoughtburst experience.
Bumping with some pictures that influenced my ideas.
Seraphs are not inherently military focused, so their ships are mainly for expeditionary and information-gathering missions.
Much like Germany and Japan during the start of WWII, seraph technology clearly exceeded most human advancements although they couldn't anticipate the speed in which human's assimilate new technology for their own purposes.
After only a few years of prolonged engagements the humans had taken literally every aspect of seraph technology and progressed it ways that far exceeded anything they could have anticipated.
While seraphs are certainly sophisticated, human machines are simply lightyears ahead now.
HFY sexy edition?
Also this does all beg the question of what sort of interaction there could be between human females and Seraph in general.
I know this is a stupid question but is there an actual image of the seraph involved in this glorious story? it helps to know even vaguely what I'm fapping to.
pardon my stupidity & continue the glorious work
Hey OP, write down a detailed description of this species in a single post.
I'll screen cap the post,and I'll request somebody to create a picture of your species in exchange for /biz/ coins on another board.
Without giving too much away let me just say that the pronged ends of a male seraph's dick is not some fluke of my imagination.
Human females will certainly get a kick out of sex with an alien male, although I've yet to develop how exactly I'll incorporate that.
I've requested in a drawthread but so far no one from /d/ has taken up the task. I'm not one to push issues, if someone wants to sit down and sketch their mind's eye I would certainly be grateful.
The major problem for me with POV switching in the first person is that it's difficult to keep a constant flow of plot, entertainment, and innuendo coming at the reader. Not to say that it's a weak form of writing, but generally you want to keep the story's "camera" centered around a few characters to keep a sense of cohesion.
I can write a pastebin description for sure, but you're not going to master-ruseman me into /biz/ coins
He means HFY, Humanity Fuck Yeah. It was a reaction to the usual scifi/fantasy schtick of humans being the boring baseline, frequently with the shortest lifespans, and rides off the assumption that one or more of our traits is actually hugely exceptional. Since making all other races retarded or ultra-clumsy makes stories shit, it usually works out with humans being abnormally durable or strong etc. though there are other variations. In this case, we seem to be absurdly durable and good at sex compared to the aliens.
Illogical Thinking (Kobayashi Maru cheat)
Absurdly Logical Thinking(cutting the not)
If I were to start a church of Finnagle and the mad prophet Murphy, these would be the cornerstone of our place in the galaxy.
Carnivores have less taste buds than herbivores. Since humans are omnivores we have better sense of taste than pure carnivores, but pure herbivores have more taste buds/better sense of taste than humans do.
Considering some of the things I've seen on here, I would say OP's writing style and content are actually quite tame and surprisingly tasteful.
The porn is sprinkled in well, the pacing is good with each section not feeling too long or too short.
Yeah the whole "Killing Xil and decapitating her head" bit was a little on the gruesome side but the start of the next part has things right up our /d/ alleyway with the Admiral's fucktoy. I feel legit interested in what's going to happen next.
Besides, you KNOW /d/eviant got off to that part.
It just seams to be forced,or just plain edgy. Perhaps go a little more into detail of why he's mad? Does the race have emotional issues?
If I caught my sister fucking a nigger, I wouldn't blow her head off.
Aren't you the one that requested that OP write a bit more about seraph culture?
He states that both sexes can only fuck a certain number of times, and the captain isn't using her thought burst or w/e it is when she does so.
Granted I'm only pulling off of assumptions but based upon the info we got with his back-and-forth with mira, but you're being told that this guy isn't just mad he's also becoming increasingly UNSTABLE.
You may not snap if you caught your sis screwing a monkey, but you might if you've been repeatedly raped and beaten on a seemingly daily basis by someone only to be expected to carry on the next day like nothing's happening.
Barring all that, we're inside his head enough to extrapolate that this guy is far more interested in getting his hands on human technology and seems to be the only one that "realizes" what a "prize" they've been able to capture. Xil isn't some dolt. Then again she also seems to hold extreme resentment towards humans and we've seen her order Mira to kill him arbitrarily if he acts out of line.
Yes, I too would like more info about WHY exactly he got pushed to do what it is he's doing but I can tell already that this is a short story with erotic undertones and I'm not expecting some "Game Of Thronesesque" plot with an intricate storyline and multiple paragraphs describing every smidgen of detail on what's going on with the two species. Besides, he's already set aside a different post on his pastebin where he's writing about just that and judging on the rate he updates his posts I wouldn't doubt that he'll continue to do so in the near future.
Just read the story for what it is. I can tell he's still somewhat of an amateur when it comes to writing but I can also see he's taking steps to polish what he writes into something that's surprisingly decent compared to what I normally read in god awfully bad /tg/ smut posts etc.
I write to entertain and to keep the reader interested in what's going to happen next. I struggle a lot of the time to get what's in my head down onto paper and you can see where I struggle to convey my ideas in meaningful ways.
Despite that, I like seeing at least someone is interested!
I came across my first HFY thread about a year ago. It was the one telling a story about how an advanced race sent a asteroid bomb to destroy the Earth but as it travelled they saw humanity transcend themselves.
The story being told from the ALIEN's perspective was infatuating to me. Seeing humanity's strength is not only a masturbatory concept, it's a flag to rally under.
Yeo isn't some batshit insane lunatic. He's acting with purpose and has a very clear goal in mind. This is the third time I've addressed your concerns regarding this universe and I will not do so again.
Enjoy what I'm offering you or don't.
I write because I enjoy it, it gets me through my nights and exercises my imagination.
I don't think I could ever write a saga like George Martin has, or write several books spanning across 3 different universes like Timothy Zahn.
I try to focus on simple, effective storytelling. If I'm leaving a question of motivation unanswered there's a REASON why I'm doing so. Trust me to give you the information you need.
Still working on how I'm going to fit that in. I have an idea but it may not fit into the constructed archetype I've made on my storyboard so far.
I'm afraid no sane, or insane alien would dare to copulate with a human being, regardless of its gender. The sole reason being that we are carbon based lifeforms.
Ironically, carbon based lifeforms are "extremophiles" if we consider the grand gestures of the galaxy and the number of planets that are capable of supporting liquid water, or rather Oxygen. Oxygen corrodes iron.
Technically speaking, in theory, the most common life forms should be silicon based lifeforms whom, if they exist, are not even wondering if such a plant like ours had the capability to harness life.
Watching a human, would be like watching a succubus bathing in molten lava and breathing pure venon without a problem.
We are just that incompatable.
Speaking of aliens. Look at this fine jewel /tg/ did a couple of nights ago.
Jesus fucking Buddha you're on a board that gets off to hermaphrodites, diapers, and dickgirls all day and you find an alien fucking a human the line that shouldn't be crossed?
OP states in his pastebin history post that the aliens come from an aquatic planet and are amphibious. Those two facts alone trump literally everything you just wrote.
I wasn't talking about the story. It's a story. Just got me thinking about when we first contact another alien species, that's how it's going to be.
If, by some twisted miracle, we were even anthropomorphic and were sexual compatible, then I would worry and panic because this implies something had made us.
I think it's safe to say that there is next to nil chances of us coming across life that is even remotely similar to anything here on earth.
Hell, we just discovered a species of plant/animal off the coast of Australia that is so radically different that it may re-write our species classification system.
Whatever is out there, and there is something out there, will fall on one of two sides. It's either going to be simple forms of life like single cell organisms or protozoa etc.
The other side is that they're so far ahead of us that we're the equivalent of ants to them. We're so much more "dumb" and evolutionarily lagged that any kind of interaction would be meaningless, if not impossible.
As for us being made. That's not worrisome to me. I care more about our origins than I do the origin of the universe.
I just have this horrid perception of planet earth being this enormous field that the farmer planeted with life and then left to rest and grow before the time comes to harvest.
What does it harvest? Genetic diversity.
There's this scenario that plays in my head whenever I think about how an invasion would happen. Humanity being systematically destroyed etc
I know that our evolutionary tract has molded us into survivors. It's difficult for me to explain effectively, but I just have this gut feeling that earth would be this humongous headache for an invading force.
Even if they had mega lasers, teleportation, viruses, whatever. We would use every tactic, weapon, and strategy to drive them back. I take a sick sense of comfort in knowing that we would sooner blow ourselves up in nuclear fire before we would kowtow to some external force.
That just gives me this weird sense of pride: that even when everything could be lost we would still ultimately be in control of our destiny
This is the essence. That exact moment when the body disregards any sense of shame or morality and goes against one's very mind by saying that this isn't just about sex. No, this is breeding, this a male meant to be owned.
I particulary enjoyed the fact of Xil further worsening it, making sure Mira went to a "no point of return" as if intoxicated by the scent too. Perhaps the scent of a human male is like watching porn to them?
I liked your idea of a mind link, in a way that Mira will always know when he desires her just by thinking. There's no hiding, no words or arguments capable of deceiving her now. And in a sense, it grants her "ownership". Perhaps the mind link is comparable to a "loss of virginity" for a human male, if he copulates with a female seraph. Something not quite understood even among them, but known to happen.
I think the best part comes down to the sudden realization that the boy is not going to escape. This is the end of the line for him and their perception of human males as these very "exotic playthings." further enticies his "value".
I'm assuming, judging by your story, that humans are perhaps one of the few alien species compatible conception with other alien lifeforms. Thus, making their value even higher.
I'm not even quarter way along the story, and my penis is like granite.
>I'll say yes to the question. They produce milk, well, their equivalent of milk.
I could see some alien anatomical quirks taking place with Mira, despite not having been pregnant. Nothing excessive necessarily, but something for the taste.
Compatibility is hard to get around. I took a conservative / middle route of seraphs being somewhat similar to humans but not so much that they're just boring "different colored" humans.
Perhaps I may end up tweaking them a bit. Oviposters, cloaca, etc.
For now, this was actually a trial run to see of I could sit down and hash out a scenario from my head. While I do have a grandiose idea for how the story will end, I ad-lib it as I write on my google documents page.
And I thought I had a grim sense of humor!
That's the careful line to tread. We have this overly romantic outlook on lovemaking because it's a pleasurable experience. Euphoric at best and pretty damn awesome at worst it's no fluke that Mother Nature made the act a frankly joyous occasion.
Then there's breeding. The mechanical fucking aspect. There's no need for pretty imagery or wonderful sensations. Penis A goes into Vagina B. Beep boop.
Glad to hear it fellow masturbating stranger!
I'll look into it. Shouldn't be too hard to come up with a quickie with this as the plot.
I did. I hashed out a quick story after looking at some story requests (re-used names and a lot of similar ideas), and posted them on my pastebin.
It was interesting to read others work. However, people seem to want incredibly specific things written in a certain way and I had a lot of difficulty trying to navigate my way through the jargon.
Also, I can't write extended scenes of portraying sex and /tg/ guys don't want just a couple paragraphs to get them by. They need sex within the first few sentences and are content with the story starting out with something like "The necron hit her over the head then started fucking her *insert 8 pages of sex here* ". Because what the author is writing is what the reader is understanding. I don't know much about the games on /tg/ and I certainly don't know a lot of "gimme" lore that most of those browsers seem to immediately understand.
I'm not saying this is wrong. In fact, it's exactly what it should be. But, as I've mentioned, I can't write JUST sex and keep a tempo going. I know that seems odd considering, you know, you're expecting sex more than story.
Started writing. Check in now-and-then for updates.
Credit where credit's due, OP (and other story-sharers in the thread, if any of them aren't OP) did good work. Would fap to again.
OP here for one quick post:
I will be traveling back to the US over the next two days. (I've been overseas on a ultra-super-duper-important business trip) So feel free to let the thread be pruned. Unless you don't want it to be pruned in which case you just might just be a /d/eviant.
If you've missed it (or don't know about it). You can read the edited, high-def, uberfapschmidt version of this story on my google docs page at
docs (DOT) google (DOT) c0m (SLASH) document (SLASH) d/1ypumGYDYSHnIAEwZm7O8urk5UjRsX2S1Hb9-89HA9MI/edit?usp=sharing
On this page you can see me write, change, and proofread my work in real time! You can also making suggestions or comment on what you're reading! Not to mention, if you don't have a .gmail account you will be assigned an awesome "viewing" name such as "anonymous badger" or "anonymous shrew".
If you're on a slow internet connection or have a crappy computer you can visit my pastebin site at
pastebin (DOT) c0m/jj14gGiq
Here you can download the story and can read a couple of my other musings / snippets of work including a request I did for /tg/'s weekly smut thread.
Finally, if there's any drawfag who has enjoyed what they've read here, I would very much like to have someone sketch a full-body drawing of a male and female seraph. You can find a (what I think is) detailed description of what they look like on my pastebin under "History + Culture".
I'll always open my thread with the same picture as I have on this one. Just look for it under the catalog if you're ever stopping by to check in. Happy fapping /d/!