Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 17:09:42 +0100 From: Albert Horniman Subject: journey to xhaj Journey to Xhaj by A.Horniman If you enjoy this story, don't forget! Keep nifty going with a donation: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * I have always been amazed how warm human bodies are. Especially when you are inside them. And I don't just mean inside them with your mind although that is pleasant enough, but inside one physically. The human we had caught was a young mature male. It was well muscled. Ah, humans males with their hard muscles, their warm skin with their soft dusting of hair... And this one was quite hairy. I knew it would fetch a good price. It screamed when it woke and saw me. So I changed my shape to appear more human. Withdrew most of my tentacles except for those on my head, the ones I need for gamma-sensing. "Who are you? What are you? What am I doing here?" It was panicking and thrashing its limbs about so I searched its mind for calm and comforting memory images to send to it. A lakeside cabin in a place called Wyoming. The taste of a cold beer on a hot day. These images were effective to some extent but there was still a high level of atschok in its system which could lead to dangerous overload. I didn't want to damage it - it was my merchandise after all. So I searched its memory pathways for stronger images of comfort and pleasure. Came up with a memory. Another male. Memories of them stroking each other, touching each other. Interesting. I had heard that some human males preferred their own sex and here was an example. I could have transformed myself into this memory but I decided not to. To become the simulacra of such an intense memory could cause disorientation and possible fragmentation of the personality. That was a risk I didn't want to take. So instead I searched its fantasy pathways and found what I needed. Images that would lead to strong arousal. Images of muscle and sweat. Muscle straining against muscle. Sensations of rough penetration. If I couldn't calm the human, at least I would be able to arouse it sexually. Give it some pleasure, some release. I accessed the fantasy and replicated it as well as I could. Changing my body into the shape that would elicit maximum desire from this human male. Muscular chest and arms, thick thighs, meaty buttocks, tanned skin. And the sexual organs, the sperm sacs hanging full and low, and the male organ thick and pulsing. The lust charge I got from him when he saw me told me I'd got it right. He moved towards me now, his hands extended. He wanted me. Stroking the muscles on my chest, I'd given myself just enough hair to suggest what he called 'animal'. And to balance I'd softened my face and lips. I was the image of his greatest desire. He reached for my penis. The touch was electric. I didn't know that this organ contained so many nerve endings. He stroked it and an involuntary sigh broke from me. "So big," he whispered, "So hard..." But that was nothing compared to when his mouth came down on it, enveloping the organ in a hot wetness, the tongue darting and flicking at the head, the lips caressing the shaft. I felt my sperm sacs tighten as his hand ran over them. I felt the need in him for me to reciprocate so I touched him and licked him as he touched and licked me. The intensity of the feelings were like nothing I had ever felt before. I struggled to keep control over my shape, feeling that at any moment my tentacles would burst through the form I had assumed. So increasing the schema to level 3, I continued to respond to the caresses of this young human male. His hand between my legs feeling my hole, the entrance to my bowels, running a finger around it, sliding inside me. Such a feeling! Again I felt control starting to slip and increased the schema to level 4 as I mirrored his actions. Feeling between his muscular thighs, stroking his buttocks. Then finding the entrance to his body, sliding a finger inside him, feeling him open, his breath fluttering. "Fuck me!" he said. "I need you inside me!" I wasn't sure what to do as this was my first time with a human so I followed his fantasy and lay on my back as he squatted over me, lowering his body till the head of my erect organ was aligned with his hole. Then he sat on it. That's when I almost lost control as I felt my organ being engulfed by the hot, tight moistness of him. "Oh God, Oh God yes!!" he yelled. I increased the schema to level 5 to try to stay in human shape. But as he raised and lowered himself on my organ, squeezing it with his muscles, I felt myself losing it. The sensations were just incredible. I held him, helping him balance, amazed at the force with which he impaled himself, over and over. Now it was just too much. I could no longer hold my shape. I felt my body shifting, tentacles growing out of me. I wanted to bring us closer, as close as possible. To use my tentacles to embrace him in as many ways as I could, his mouth, his nipples, his penis, his sweat mixing with my fluids as he plunged up and down on my organ. "Yes, Oh yes. Oh God yes! Big fat cock in my ass! I'm coming! I'm coming!" His sperm hit my chest shot after shot and a deep groan vibrated through me as his body finally pulled my juices from me in a powerful orgasm. I wanted to rest now. To lie in an embrace with him. But I was afraid that if he saw me in my true form, he would certainly go into atschok and all my work of calming him would be for nothing. I tried to reimpose a human schema on myself. But level 3 had failed. I couldn't even manage a level 2. There was no alternative. I had to knock him out so I hit him with a temporary coma state. He would wake later. I watched him as he slept. A beautiful sated human male. What we had done had shaken me to the core. I had never experienced a union so intense, so delightful. I wanted him again, wanted more of the pleasure our bodies could give. I would certainly be fucking him again, fucking him all the way across the light years to the markets of Xhaj. We would have plenty of time. END * If you enjoyed this story, then please consider making a donation to nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Also please remember that nifty authors don't get paid so your feedback is all we have to keep us going. ahorniman@gmail.com Other stories by A.Horniman can be found on nifty in the Prolific Authors section.