I try to shake off these weird feelings I’m having.
~Be professional, ~I tell myself, ~Stop thinking about the gigantic monster cock.~
This was not covered in xenobiology school.
I try to shift back to the mundane.
“Should I tell you more about myself?” I ask, but Sylvan shakes his head. “No? Did you want to hear about something else?”
Again, he declines.
“Then…what do you want to do?” I wonder. Sylvan points to the syringe, then to his arm. “You…want me to take your blood?”
He nods. I’m confused.
“Didn’t the last person take a couple of weeks before they were able to take your blood?” I ask. He nods again, slowly, baring his teeth. “Because they hurt you,” I realize. He nods again. Then, he gently strokes his arm.
“You’re right, I won’t hurt you; I promise,” I say. I pick up the equipment and come over to him. “Just relax, I’ll be quick.”
He extends his arm and I tie a strap around the bicep, pull it tight so his veins pop out. They are very prominent, so it’s easy.
He holds still, and I have to turn my back to him a little so I’m not seeing his manhood out of the corner of my eye. I don’t want to be distracted while doing this and hurt him.
Gently, I disinfect the skin at the crook of his elbow, place the syringe, and carefully insert it, pulling out blood without him flinching one bit. When the sample cup is full, I ease the needle out again.
I blow on the skin where I inserted the needle, to cool it and make him feel better. I see goosebumps rise up his arm and he lets out a little moan. He can’t talk, but I can tell he liked that. I smile at him.
“Just a second; I’ll get a Band-Aid,” I say, and walk over to the table, putting the syringe away. I get the Band-Aid and walk back, again positioning myself in the same way so I’m half-turned away from Sylvan.
But this time, it feels different. I feel Sylvan’s breath on my neck. His body looms behind me and he’s fucking hot, both literally and figuratively.
I gently disinfect his arm again before placing the Band-Aid, although he’s not bleeding. Then I untie the strap. Just as I’m about to head back toward the table, I feel something and freeze.
Something is rubbing against my ass.
I don’t move, not sure if I really feel it, but the longer I hold still, the more obvious it gets. It’s a hand.
I look down and there it is, Sylvan’s hand gently stroking my right ass cheek. When he sees me noticing, he gently puffs out a breath. I feel goosebumps all over my body.
He stops for a second, but I don’t move, so he starts rubbing again—this time, not with his hand.
I definitely feel his cock rubbing against my ass. His hand moves to my hip to keep me steady as my body tries to stumble forward.
Fuck. I’m getting wet already…this is so messed up.
I look toward the door, but as if Sylvan is reading my mind, he reaches out with his other hand and knocks against the wall—it doesn’t make a noise at all.
Apparently these walls are made of some kind of soundproof foam. And there can’t be too much noise going through the little gap in the door…
Richard, Mr. Sire, they wouldn’t hear us if we… If we got loud.
I should not be thinking that!
But…
I feel Sylvan’s hand slowly grabbing the seam of my skirt and pulling it up. My breath comes faster, and he reaches for my neck, pulling me back against his chest.
He holds my throat while he turns my head and makes me look at him. His goat-like eyes are tender.
All my thoughts disappear when he slowly extends his tongue and leans his head forward for a kiss. I know I shouldn’t, but I willingly open my mouth, and Sylvan’s two tongues slip inside.
They have a life of their own, probing every corner of my throat, so deep that I think I should start gagging, but I don’t. It feels surprisingly pleasant.
At the same time, he pulls up my skirt over my ass, making my cheeks jiggle at the sudden release of tension. Now I understand why this outfit makes Sylvan calm. Easy access. Did Richard know that? At the moment, I don’t care. I sigh and lean back a little. The other hand rips my panties apart with seemingly no force at all.
While Sylvan keeps slowly rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks, his hand wanders to my chest, which is already exposed in this too-tight blouse. He slips his hand inside, tearing open my bra just as easily as he did my panties.
The sheer power in that move impresses me. Then when he grabs my boob and starts massaging, I softly moan into his mouth.
This seems to turn Sylvan on, because he takes his tongues back and rips apart my blouse, making the buttons fly all over the room. Then suddenly he’s turning me around.
Only now do I see the weird position he has been in, leaning back against the wall with his upper body to match my height.
I want to stumble backward, but Sylvan slides to the floor, grabbing my ankles and pulling me down with him. I land on my ass and he pulls me closer, spreading my legs wide open in the process.
I should feel ashamed or embarrassed, I guess, but right now I just feel…super horny.
I lean back and look at him seductively, making him growl heatedly in return.
He leans forward, kneels between my legs, and again, extends his tongues. I almost explode with the thought of what’s to come.
Sylvan’s tongues gently lick over my exposed folds and I lie back on the floor, pushing my pelvis in his direction. Eagerly, he inserts one of his tongues. Deep.
I instantly start moaning, grab my hair, bite my lip.
“Fuck,” I whisper. I bring one hand up to start massaging my own boob, desperate for more stimulation, just as the second tongue starts licking my clitoris.
I gasp and shake a bit with the pleasure of it. Sylvan leans forward and pushes my arms to the ground, his tongues extending out longer and longer, making me wonder how long they can get.
I feel the tongue inside me exploring every wall of my pussy, as if it’s probing for what’s to come. I swear that nothing has ever been this deep in my body before.
Then, the second tongue slips in beside the first and I start feeling a stretch. It feels good, but I realize it’s not just about pleasure. The movements of his tongue, the stretching, it’s purposeful.
They are preparing me for something bigger.