Self Indulgent Garbage

Her eyes widened as he pinned her against the table. It was unexpected to say the least, the lean, taller male, usually content to be dominated night after night, suddenly taking the reigns. As he hovered over her, it finally dawned on the female as to his sudden change in attitude. The smell of pheromones rolled off him thickly, the slight pudge of his abdomen giving it away immediately. He was in season. His gaze hung above, intense, yellow, and half-lidded. His freckled face pressed close to hers as he panted soft, breathy words.

"Tonight, I own you."

His voice was the usual low monotone, but it was edged with a hint of lust. The words made her spooch flutter and her cheeks hot. The scent of him was overwhelming, musky and sweet. It made her dizzy, and absolutely willing to be his pet for the night.

Slowly, he reached for one of the many things she had laid out for the evening; a leather collar and leash. They had originally been meant for his neck, for her to control him, but those plans were dashed completely as he clasped the leather loop onto her. He gripped the leading end of the leash in his fist and pulled it taught, asserting his position as her owner physically.

Keeping a tight lead on her, he straightened up, using his free hand to unfasten his belt and let the bottom of his uniform drop to his ankles. He was nude from the waist down. The smell of him only intensified as the source was revealed. The male's genital slit was flushed and warm, leaking with his sweetened, pungent lubricant. The slightest hint of his schmoo prodded out, crimson and dripping. Using the tether at her neck, he lead the ruby eyed female onto her knees and her face to his pelvis, uttering only one word.

"Eat."

She needed no further instruction, planting open mouth kisses on his hot slit, licking up the escaping fluids and dipping her long, serpentine tongue inside. Even with his stoic demeanor, he let out a slight hiss at the sensation, hips rolling ever so slightly. More of his schmoo emerged with her coaxing, and as it did, she was quick to pay the organ some deserved attention. It twitched and writhed as she wrapped her lips around the length and sucked, bobbing up and down on it as it engorged, inching deeper into her mouth. His lube beaded off her chin as he pressed deeper, into her throat, his thrusts gaining intensity. He managed to breathe out his praise.

"Good girl."

He further showed his appreciation of her work by softly gripping her antennae, delicately running his clawed fingers along their velvety surface. A spark jolted through her from the top of her head, along her spine, and settling squarely between her legs. She purred around his thick tentacle cock filling her mouth, body quivering at his rubbing.

With a sudden yank of the leash and a powerful thrust, he hilted himself in her mouth, her throat bulged from his sheer length. Her held her there for what felt like a solid minute, but in reality was probably only 10 or so seconds. His cock was twisting and squirming, her lips flush with his tummy. He arched back as he savored the depth at which he was invading her. She thought she would run out of air, when suddenly he pulled back, sliding out of her all the way, schmoo absolutely drenched in saliva and pre. He looked pleased at the sight of how much of him she handled, petting along her antennae again. He hadn't cum yet. He was in the mood to breed, and was going to save every drop for where it mattered most.

Excitement was bubbling up in her. The change of perspective for the evening was certainly heating her up. By this point she probably would have had him tied up and spanked. Her hips waggled a little as she leaned into his antennae stroking, cooing softly. The urge between her legs was starting to become unbearable to ignore. She traced a hand downward, but was met with a sudden pull of her leash.

"No touching yourself." He chided. "You'll have to beg me to touch you."

That made the hot pink on her cheeks sear a little hotter. She gave a soft whine at his denial, especially since his rubbing had only grown more intense on her sensitive feelers. She looked for words, trying to think of what would convince him best to relieve the needy desire growing under her skirt.

"Please... please..." She softly panted. She was met with another pull on her collar

"Please what...?" He smirked, low voice tinted with a teasing tone

"Please... breed me..." The female breathed. Just saying the words made her head swim, embarrassed and aroused.

"Speak up." He commanded.

"Breed me," She begged, "Breed me!" It came out more desperate and loud than she had intended. He thought for a moment before speaking.

"...Good." He finally said, "On your back."

She obeyed without hesitation, easing from her knees onto her back against the cool metal of the floor. He followed her down, kneeling before her, flushed organ twitching against his belly. His hands wasted no time, sliding under the hem of her skirt and hiking it up to her belt, revealing her nudity underneath. Her hips shivered in anticipation. Once the fabric was out of the way, he took a hold of each of her slender thighs and forced them spread open. Her floo was absolutely wet, dripping along her thighs and down her ass. She could sense her own pheromones, cranking out in response to his. Floral, almost honey like in scent, they were surely driving him mad.

Unable to resist, the male suddenly buried his face between her legs, licking wildly, aggressively along her slick lips. Greedily, he slurped up her sweetness. She gasped and moaned shamelessly as he teased and sucked her firm little clit, the barrage of sensation causing her lower half to shutter with each lap of his tongue.

Just as she was skirting toward the edge of orgasm, he pulled his head back up, leaving her bereft. Their gazes met again as he licked his lips, yellow against ruby. She could see it in his eyes that there was no more distractions. He kept her leash looped around one of his hands, still holding her thighs apart. He slid up her body until they were face to face. With as much ferocity as he had attacked her loins, his mouth clamped onto hers, panting into the sloppy kiss. She was almost distracted enough by his tongue slipping into her mouth to not detect his prehensile cock slipping between another set of lips.

The female moaned into his mouth, gripping her claws into his shoulders. His hips pushed deeper and deeper. She thought he was big when he was in her mouth, but filling her floo was a whole other story. Every inch was thicker and thicker, spreading her out, rubbing against her inner walls. It was a sensation she had been hungering for, and he was more than sating her. Her legs knit around him, pulling him closer until he was bottomed out. She wondered if he'd savor the penetration, but he was quick to start thrusting, hard and fast, not letting up on his kiss. His breath had hitched and his stoic facade was breaking as he started to give little whines under his breath.

She could feel his swollen tummy pressed against hers with each clash of their hips. When males go into rut, their internal testes, set in their lower abdomen, become engorged, full to the brink with his genetic material. He was steadily reaching for his goal, to release and fill up her ready egg chamber and fertilize her. That natural drive to reproduce was stronger than any pak programming. It didn't care about an empire-wide shift to genetic engineering, it only cared about continuing the Irken race the old fashioned way.

The tip of his schmoo twisted and pressed, going beyond her cervix, each powerful thrust driving it further into her egg chamber. His body was shaking, sweating. He had to finally pull back from the kiss to catch his breath. His mouth wasn't empty for long. He hit his peak, digging his chitinous zipper teeth into her shoulder as her absolutely started to gush into her. She could almost swear she could feel each wad of cum roll up his cock before squirting it hard into her. The feeling of him filling her, knowing he was fertilizing her was enough to take her over the edge, crying his name and squeezing her thighs around him. He was still thrusting, though weaker than before he started orgasming.

She could feel her egg chamber getting heavy and stretched from the fluid transfer. It felt so good, knowing he wasn't going to stop until he was empty. His teeth dug into her shoulder deeper, little rivulets of translucent pink blood trailing over her pale green skin. He had marked her as his. He released her from the bite, softly licking at her blood.

Finally after what felt like minutes, he sighed, the last spurt of his spooge twitching from his tired cock. He grabbed her and rolled them both onto their side, keeping himself in her while staying embraced. They were both sweaty, satisfied.

While she never thought of herself as much of a bottom, She couldn't deny how good it felt to be marked and impossibly full of his cum. She was pulled out of her post orgasmic daze by a pull on her leash. He was holding it tight. His eyes were screwed shut, and he was pushing their slits together harder than ever. Before she could ask him, she felt the sensation in her. Warmth spilling into her already full body, but this time it was different, not as thick... Then it dawned on her.

"... Are you fucking pissing in me?!"

Okay, next time, she was back in control.