The Odd Block Pt. 1: Enter Alan

The Odd Block
Tags: F/M-Tentacle Alien Man, Sweat, Aphrodisiac, Dubcon

Avery dropped the heap of folders on the old metallic desk. She coughed as a cloud of dust spread through the room. This whole building was covered in enough dirt that she wondered how anyone survived. Any wall that wasn’t covered in a thin layer of grime, had an atrocious brown and red wallpaper that made her wish it did.

Still, Grandpa’s apartment building, well hers now, had its charms. The building had been part of the city as long as most people remembered. The neighborhood was okay, a grocer right around the corner, a park within jogging distance. It was a quiet neighborhood once the kids were in school.

Avery walked around the desk, and picked up a picture she managed to knock over. It was her and her grandpa. The picture was low quality and old, with her sitting on grandpa’s lap in a brown recliner she knew was now in storage somewhere. She was just a baby back then, but they both seemed so happy.

A knock on the door shook Avery out of her thoughts. She looked up, and a man was standing in the door to the apartment office.

“Hello?” He asked, sort of. The tone of his voice was strange, and she couldn’t tell if it was a question, or if he was unsure with the language.

She propped the picture up on the desk, “Oh, hey. Sorry, I’m reorganizing in here.”

He looked around the room. He was tall, wide all the way down, but clearly muscular. What struck Avery right away was that his face was clean shaven, but there was texture there regardless. His skin was tanned, likely by the sun, but that wasn’t the full depth of it.

“I can see that,” He said, more odd breaks in his sentences, “Where is Avery?”

She wanted to take offense, then her stomach tightened.

“You mean, grandpa?” She asked, “I’m sorry, he passed. I’m the new landlord.”

His face went slack, and then he let out a huff.

His expression matched how she felt. One day grandpa was there, old but still his usual strange self. Then he was gone. It was hard for her to come to grips with it, but she took her time, and now she had her plan. His legacy would live on. None of her relatives wanted the responsibility, the apartments weren’t doing well. She knew how grandpa loved the place, she wouldn’t let it go.

“Are you a tenant?” Avery asked, “I’ll help you as best I can.”

“No,” He said, “I was applying for a, residence.”

She took in a deep breath. She didn’t remember seeing anything about a new tenant moving in. Though, the piles of type-writer dictated notes grandpa had didn’t help. Moving to digital was one of her first goals.

“Sorry,” She said, jumping into the files in front of her, opening and checking each stack before setting them aside. She needed to see if there was anything about this guy. If grandpa was going to meet with him, then he had to sound like an okay guy.

As she pored over files, he walked into the room. He was wearing a thick brown bomber jacket. It was hot enough to be summer outside, and she noticed a nice sheen to his face. Was he suffering the heat because of her?

“You can take off your jacket, get comfortable,” She said, “Take a seat.”

He shook his head, “No thanks, I’m, fine really.”

This was getting frustrating. It seemed like she could find three different folders with renovation requests, but nothing about new tenants. She let out a sigh, pushed the folders aside, and went into her bag aside the desk for her laptop.

“You know what, why don’t we start fresh?” Avery said as she sat down, “New landlord, first new application.”

“Okay,” He said, a smile spreading across his face, “That sounds good.”

She didn’t even know what to ask. To tell the truth, she thought she would have more time to get used to the work. The only time tenants she had seen were just vague faces as she helped her cousins move grandpa’s belongings out of his old apartment.

“Well, we can start with your name,” She said, opening up a new document.

He didn’t stay still. He walked past her desk, examining an old picture in the office. It was of a skyline. Avery wasn’t even sure what skyline. It was one of those paintings that glorified some point in the past, with model T cars rolling through streets with everyone dressed like gentlemen.

“My name is Alan****************.”

Avery’s mind blanked. Was that native? Maybe an islander name.

“Sorry,” She gave a nervous chuckle, “One more time?”

He looked down at her, “Alan*********.”

Was it shorter that time?

“How do you spell that?”

“A.L.A.N.*.*.*.*.*.*.”

It had to be nerves. She was having trouble hearing because she didn’t know what to do after. Alternatively, one of them was insane.

“Don’t worry,” He said, “No one gets it right. I don’t think you’re supposed to.”

He moved closer to her chair, put a hand on her desk.

His hand seemed a little sweaty. It wasn’t gross, he surely didn’t stink, there was the sheen of a man who just came from a workout.

“Can I just call you Alan?” She asked.

He stood up, and lifted his eyebrows, “Like a nickname?”

“If you’re okay with that.”

He looked as if he was stuck in a daze, a moment of wonder. Was it really that strange for someone to give him a nickname, with a name like that? Maybe he was a little odder than she initially thought.

“Alan?” She whispered.

He snapped back to attention, and said with mild surprise, “It works.”

She nodded, “Alan, last name?”

“Smith.”

She took it down, though out of the corner of her eyes she couldn’t help but watch him.

He was looking over her. He walked behind the desk, but his eyes were down on her the whole time. He passed around on her other side, and finally the trance he was in broke. Alan’s eyes lifted back to her eyes.

“You’re warm,” He said.

Did he only just now think of that? She asked if he wanted to lose his coat just a moment ago.

“Am I sweating?” She asked as she grabbed the neckline of her shirt and used it to fan herself, “I need to get a box fan in here.”

She wiped some sweat from her brow, and then went back to typing.

“Okay Alan, what do you do for a living?”

He didn’t respond right away, so Avery looked at him. He was looking at her hand. More accurately, he was staring. She looked, and saw that there was a small bit of sweat gunk there.

“I touch people,” Alan said, his focus never wavering.

She couldn’t help but blush. What kind of response was that? She was starting to wonder if this guy wasn’t some creeper. Would grandpa really talk to a guy like this?

Avery went to wipe her hand clean, and Alan’s hand shot out to grab hers. Her heart leaped as he made contact, holding her hand in place.

“What are you…” She was going to scream, but thought better of it.

Alan put his hand on top of hers, a tender touch, as if he just wanted the contact. It didn’t make the action less terrifying. His hand ran down the back of hers. It was warm, felt a little moist, and left the strangest sensation on her skin. When his hand left, she could feel a tingle traveling up her skin.

She pulled her hand away, and held one in the other.

“What was that?” She asked.

He blinked, slowly, “Sorry, I mean I’m a physical therapist.”

“Physical therapist?” She whispered to herself.

Alan finally sat down on the other side of the desk.

So he was strange. A little touch happy for her taste. On the other hand, he was handsome, and he was a physical therapist. Maybe he was checking her? No, that was just odd. But it meant he was educated, and maybe now and again she could ask for some fitness advice.

That tingling wasn’t going away. It wasn’t like pins and needles, with all sensation lost in the twinkling sensations. No, it was different, like a small tickle, just enough to not make you squirm, but still on the right side of delightful. It wasn’t going away though, and that was cause for alarm.

She would just concentrate. She put her hands to the keyboard, and looked away from Alan.

“So you have good work, what makes you want to move here?”

Alan watched her for a moment, his eyes narrowing. She almost felt like she was being interviewed, except he barely talked.

“Avery said it would be good for me,” Alan admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Good for you?” She couldn’t help but make a face of concern, “How?”

“I’m a special case,” He said, focusing ‘special’.

What was he, a sex offender? Was grandpa hiding people? She didn’t know, now she felt stupid for not knowing.

The room was so warm now, and that odd sensation was only making it feel warmer. A drip of sweat moved down her brow, and she wiped it away. The odd tickle spread there. Her upper lip felt wet. Considering the strange feeling running through her, she decided it was safer not to touch it, and instead she tried to lick it away. Her tongue was just barely missing the mark.

“Well, if you were to be accepted,” She said with short breaks to try to shake the forming droplet of sweat, “The rent is 1000, plus utilities, and we need first and last, can you do that?”

Alan was hypnotized. He was watching her face, her mouth in particular. His eyes lead his head, as if they couldn’t move independently. His mouth opened slightly, and she could just make out his tongue.

“Alan?”

He looked up, “Rent, twice? I don’t know. That is steep, and I believed it wouldn’t be this high.”

She was starting to feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t just the heat, or the odd sensations. Just being under Alan’s eyes was making her feel odd. It wasn’t like Avery never saw cute men, but they rarely spent so much time staring at her like she was a prized painting on display.

“Well,” She couldn’t think, “If you can’t afford first and last, are you sure you can afford to live here?”

Alan perked up, but it didn’t seem like he was responding to her words.

“How about I help you,” He said, “Around the building. I can pay for first rent, and work for last.”

Work? What could she need a big strong man for around the building? There were obvious answers, but she found her mind wandering. She didn’t need lewd thoughts in the middle of a meeting that was already off track.

“That could work,” She whispered.

She was at her limit. She brought her hand up to wipe the sweat off her face.

Alan made a noise, a startled groan, almost guttural.

Her hand stopped short, and she looked at him. His hand was extended.

“Let me,” He said.

She watched as he leaned across the desk, and ran his thumb along her lips. There was a chill to his touch, as it ran a strip over her top lip, and then curved back around over her bottom lip. His other fingers met her face, and slid up her cheek, wiped her brow, and then came away with the moisture.

Avery could do nothing but sit shocked as Alan brought his fingers to his mouth and licked his fingertips. The tingle began immediately, it enveloped her lips, slid up her face, and in seconds her whole face was aglow. It focused on her lips, and she found it was hard to keep them closed. The sensation of air passing over them was enough to bring small pings of pleasure to them, licking them made her shiver. She could feel everything that touched them, each taste bud on her tongue.

“What did you do?” She asked. It was a late question. It struck her that she should have asked him that minutes ago, or at least the first time he touched her.

He frowned, “Do you hate it?”

Her thoughts felt like a swirling pool.

“I couldn’t help myself,” He said, “You are beautiful, but I’ve learned that’s not an excuse.”

He wasn’t making sense. Was she under attack? This didn’t feel like an attack. Instead, she found herself adjusting in her seat, fanning herself. She was more than hot, she was equal parts bothered. Still, alarm was in the back of her mind, the strange sensation was spreading, and everywhere it did her skin felt extra sensitive.

“What are you?” She asked. She closed her laptop, and took a deep breath. The intake of air prickled her skin. She could feel her nipples growing hard.

Alan smiled, “Thirsty.”

“Thirsty?” As she said the word, she felt a drop of sweat going down the side of her face.

Alan watched it. He licked his lips in one slow motion.

“Do you appreciate privacy?” Alan asked as he stood up.

She squeezed her lips together and backed her seat up from the desk.

“I’m not from around here,” He said as he went to the door, “I’m still unsure if privacy is best.”

Avery didn’t respond, but Alan shut the door to the office. The main source of light in the room was the sun through the window, and the shades were shut. With the door closed, the room took on an orange tone. Alan walked back toward the desk, passed around the side, and approached Avery.

“I understand it is strange,” He said as he walked up beside her, “Being food for someone else. You must think of it in larger terms, this is a common natural relationship, humans do not escape the cycle.”

Avery swallowed. She could feel every moment of it travelling down her throat. Why was her breathing so deep? Why did her palms feel sweaty?

“You’re going to eat me?” She asked.

“Are you worried?” He asked, a note of actual concern in his voice, “I’ve been assured it doesn’t hurt.”

He leaned in, his fingers cupped her chin, brought her close for a kiss. She could feel every curve of his lips as they touched hers, feel his breath passing into her. It was calming, despite the odd situation.

Then she felt it slither around her neck. She realized her eyes were sliding closed as they kissed. Avery opened them, and looked down to the new sensation. There was something more than his arm leaving his sleeve. The space was stretched, a long smooth appendage the same tanned color as his skin was shifting there. It was wrapped around her, but not choking. It was slick with a sort of film that felt warm against her skin.

As Avery watched another, another appendage appeared. The tip was rounded, and she was sure there was a hole at the end of it. It swayed back and forth as it came out, like a snake unsure of its surroundings, but beckoned regardless. It moved out of the jacket sleeved and bobbed near the edge of her shirt. With simple prods, it found its way past the neck of the shirt, ran against the edge of her breasts, nestled into her cleavage.

No matter where these strange tentacles touched though, Avery felt the start of that same tingle. The tiny hairs on her neck were standing on end, and she could feel every small bump and curve of the tentacle against her breasts.

“What is this?” Avery whispered as Alan came in for another kiss, “What are you?”

They kissed again, and Avery could feel more tentacles searching her body, coming from his other arm. She couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh as a second one found its way into her shirt from beneath, managed to draw her bra away from her nipple, making room for its brother to spread the strange film over her already sensitive nibs of flesh. Another ran over her thigh, leaving moist trails on her shorts as it searched for a way between her clenched legs.

“I’m not from here,” He repeated, “But I would like to be. I’m from *******.”

The word was a hole in her memory.

“Please,” He whispered, “We can talk after I’m full.”

The tentacles were everywhere now. Where there were four at first, now she felt them wrapping around her waist, gripping her biceps, rubbing against her cheeks, twisting between her legs. Between kisses, she could see them pouring out of him. They came from his sleeves, from underneath his jacket, from the cuffs of his pants. They squeezed out, and grew to their full plumpness before they sought out every bit of flesh they could on Avery.

It made her shiver when they ran over her nipple, the tentacles teasing them back and forth, pushing against the flesh of her breasts, running around them. The sensation made her legs flinch, but she met resistance in tentacles slithering against her legs, tickling the skin so close to her groin. She knew they wanted in there, she could feel their tips running along the button of her shorts, leaving damp spots against her crotch. Were they trying to force the odd tingle through her clothing?

She was panting now, gasping for every breath. She wanted to panic and worry what this was, what was happening to her. All she could think of was the pleasure rolling through her body, the touches all of her body. He was enveloping her, squeezing her. Everything was hot, she was covered with sweat, fighting for air.

Alan pulled her chair to face him, his hands holding each of the arms as the tentacles pouring from him did their work. He was leaned over her, his eyes watching her reactions. When he moved in for a kiss, she pursed up instinctively.

“This is…” She whispered, “This is insane.”

“Just the beginning,” Alan responded.

A tentacle rose between them. It was covered in small creases and veins, little details of texture down its tip. While at first Avery had no idea what it was there for, it then poked forward, touched against her ajar mouth. She could feel the details of it against her lips. Her tongue flickered out to fulfill her now sensitive tongue’s new curiosity. It had an odd taste, was warm, felt alive.

Avery blushed. Her eyes met Alan’s over the strange limb. He was watching her, waiting for her move, and Avery knew what she was going to do. Her mouth opened, her tongue flattened, and she waited for him to enter her.

The tentacle began its entrance, its girth wide enough that she could feel its every detail run across her lips. The slickness made it easy, but the bumps and grooves made her eyes close as small waves of lust ran through her.

She grabbed it with her hands, pulling it out before helping it back in, enjoying the friction as it moved in and then out, savoring the foreign flavors as she sucked on the impossible phallus. She could feel it breathing, or was it sucking? It seemed alive, her every motion sending small reactions through it, making it twitch and shift, pull back in alarm or sink deeper in pleasure. It even changed the other tentacles, harder sucking making the other tentacles squeeze in response.

“This is exquisite,” Alan said, his voice low and husky, “You taste so sweet, every pore is a delicacy, every fluid a treat.”

Her voice was a muffled groan in response.

She could feel a shudder run through the tentacle mass, and Alan’s eyes started to grow wider, “Too much! You’re too much!”

Avery could feel it move through the tentacle in her hands, a pressure moving up the limb, past her fingers, over her lips. Then it burst in her mouth, a hot jet that spread down her throat and over her tongue.

The sensation, so intimate yet bizarre, was more than she could take. She moaned into the tentacle invading her, her toes curled, and she could feel a wave of euphoria overtake her.

Then it kept coming. The warm bursts didn’t stop, the tentacle continued to shoot into her, forcing her to swallow like a woman dying of thirst. She could feel the other tentacles leaving smaller loads across her body, little leaks that each made her feel warm wherever they pooled. Each gulp made her back convulse, smaller orgasms shaking through her, but she fought to pull the tentacle free regardless. When it released from her mouth, another splatter hit her across her lower face regardless, dripping down.

Avery looked around her, sitting her her office, an impossible creature in front of her, moaning in exhaustion as its tentacles retracted or repositioned.

“This has to stop!” She shouted.

It was like reality struck her all at once.

They were both breathing heavily. But while Avery thought she should be covered in sweat, more than anything she was covered in Alan’s production, which was cooling rapidly. Now that the act was over, the tingling was fading, and the only feeling she was left with was a sort of, relief. Her thoughts felt like hers again, whatever beast had a grip on her mind was gone.

“I’m sorry,” Alan said, averting his eyes, “I must have done it wrong.”

“No,” Avery shook her head, “Well, there was a lot wrong there, a lot. Still, I didn’t stop you. Just, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

The better question was, what did she just do. Tentacles? What did she drink even, her stomach felt cool, to the point that moving was disorienting. How did it change so fast?

“You are, not human,” Avery said, “I’m an idiot, or I’m going insane. Both.”

Alan stood up, and took a step back toward the other side of the desk, “We talked about this, I’m special. Avery knew that.”

“I didn’t,” She paused, he meant grandpa. Did grandpa know about this, creature, an alien man from a place she couldn’t name? That seemed impossible.

Then again, grandpa Avery wasn’t the most normal fellow himself. If he met an alien tentacle man, would he go screaming through the streets, or give him an apartment?

“Does this mean I have to go?” Alan asked, his eyebrows pressed in and his face turned down, “I must have done it wrong. Can I try again, I’m not thirsty this time.”

Avery sat up, and tried to ignore the fact that her clothes were soaked through with Alan’s ejaculate.

“No, Alan,” She said, “You’re fine. Do you have a number I can call, in case you get the apartment.”

Alan tilted his head, “There are other applicants?”

Avery looked down at her desk, “Well, no.”

He smiled, “You’re going to say yes.”

She took a deep breath, “If I do, can you make sure nothing like this happens again?”

He was like a strange, handsome puppy, with sexy tentacles under his coat. How could she leave him out on the street? Plus, he was a physical therapist.

“I can,” He said with a nod, “I’ll learn, while I help you.”

She tried to seem like she was deep in thought, but she knew there wouldn’t be any other applicants anytime soon.

Avery extended a hand, “Welcome Alan, for now.”

Alan gripped her hand, and a tentacle slid out far enough to wrap around her wrist, “Thank you, you won’t regret it.”

There was a damp spot between her legs that told her that wasn’t true.