Azra x Player
[Trials in Tainted Space writers]
“Think you could take a break for a little R&R?”
Azra flushes scarlet. “Y-you...” She looks down, then brushes back the hair that inevitably falls over her eyes. Her voice hisses out in disbelief, “Right now?”
“Right now,” you answer.
The armored suula nods obediently. “Of course, Captain- I mean, [Name]!” A pneumatic hiss signals the door’s closure once Azra punches the button, giving you absolute privacy. She rises, wings fluttering behind her. The shark-like woman towers over you. It would be imposing if she didn’t so obviously care for your well-being. “God, I’ll never get used to this,” Azra admits, tugging at her armor’s fasteners. “Here I am, trying so hard to get work done instead of thinking about you until I ruin another pair of panties, and you just waltz in, ready to give me all I need and more.” She smiles warmly at you. “How do you want to fuck me?”
The golden-scaled suula’s crotch guard thumps into the ground heavily. You note that she’s not wearing any panties.
“I want you to put your dick in my dick.” You pull your Black Void armor plate and plain briefs away to reveal your musky cock in all its mighty splendor. The veins pulse like perverse pipework as you inflate to full tumescence.
Azra raises an eyebrow. “You really love this docking stuff, don’t you?” She leans close, more excited by the moment. Her nipples jut forward prominently. “I did some research after you introduced me to it.” One of her hands falls on your cock, stroking it slowly. “Apparently the secret is lots of lube... or a very, very leaky partner.” When her stroking causes a virtual river of pre to spill out, she lets it splatter across her bulbous crown. The sensuous contact causes her to gasp sweetly. “We have that handled, don’t we?”
“We do,” you groan in anticipation, your too-big dick bouncing eagerly.
Azra grabs it in both hands. “Whoa there, horsie. Steady.” She gathers some of the excessive lubricant in her palm and smears it loving over your flat tip, her fingers pausing briefly to finger the tip.
The shark-woman’s digits are better at this than they have any right to be. Didn’t you introduce her to urethral play? A low, blissful moan slips from your mouth as she fingerfucks your dick, warming it up for the penetration to come.
“Good horsie,” Azra coos as your member’s errant motions still. You’re not trying to do anything, but your body knows what it wants: it wants to hold still so Azra can fuck you full of suula cum. It throbs mightily in her grasp, so engorged that your heartbeat makes the inner walls rhythmicly squeeze around her fingers.
At this point, Azra decides that you’re ready and replaces her soaked digits with the head of her spoogy, leaking suula-cock. It slides right into your vice-like phallic passage, nestling itself in and beginning the process of pressurizing a urethra already flooded with your own pre. You’re so full, and you’re just getting started!
“You have that gorgeous, mmm, gigantic dick...” Azra moans, slipping a quarter inch deeper. “...and all you want to do is use it as my own personal onahole.”
You whimper in quiet ecstasy. She’s almost to the tendrils.
“I can’t help but wonder how it would feel to be in-mmf! ...your situation.” The angelic dick-girl runs her fingers up and down your dick. “Would I insist my girlfriend push herself inside and try to knock up my balls.” Your veins bulge powerfully from a sudden increase in blood flow. “I bet I would, judging from the sounds you’re making,” Azra muses, watching you carefully. Four of her fingers come together to caress the sensitive, inflating bulge below. “I’d be begging her to fuck it.”
You whine, high-pitched and needy. “Fuck me already!”
Straightening, the winged shark-girl smiles. “Of course, dear.” She grabs hold of the head in preparation. “I’ll fuck your dick every time we make love, if that’s what you want. Because you would do it for me, if I needed it like you needed it. I know you would, sweet lover. You’d fuck me so good.” She pauses, breathing deep. “Now let me.”
You brace as much as anyone can, but nothing can prepare you for the feeling of having a big, hard dick sliding into your most sensitive places. Turgid meat packs into your tumescent flesh, forcing your horse-cock to give way. Azra stretches you open. She may not be as big as you, but she’s more than big enough for your urethra. The upturned edge of her mushroom-like tip drags along your inner nerves, chased by tendrils that twist and flail, stirring the soup of backed-up pre-cum. Unbelievable sensation races up your spine. The body was never meant to be so wickedly stuffed, yet it suffuses you with such sinful pleasures.
“Oh yeah,” the sharp-toothed suula gasps. “T-that’s goood.” Squeezing tightly, she jacks you off around her tentacular tool, her fingers pressing hard enough for her to feel your flesh rippling around her dick. “You like that, don’t you?” She squirms, fully embedded inside you. “You get such a cute look on your face when I fuck your dick...”
“Y-yeah,” you agree, more aroused by the second. Your horse-prick seems absurdly bloated. Between your arousal and the extra stuffing in the middle, you feel like you may as well have taken a dose of throbb.
Azra pulls back slowly. Her eyes flutter closed to savor the sensation while you watch inch after inch after inch of rigid suula-dick exit your cock-tip, spilling a load’s worth of pre-cum down your underside in the process. The slick, musky mixture soaks into your pink skin, leaving it shining. The horny suula thrusts right back in, much faster this time. Her cock is like a hydraulic piston, pressurizing your urethra until the tightly packed pre squirts out around her alien member’s imperfect seal to drench her quaking balls.
You feel like it should hurt. Azra’s juices swirl inside you, fighting your gushing pre to push their way into your beachball-sized balls, though it’s clearly a losing battle. Out she goes, venting a torrent of slimy dick-drizzle, then back in, squirting still more inside you. She grunts from the effort of it, turning once-gentle thrusts into fervent fucking. Her hips slap into your flat tip hard enough to bow the shaft. Each time, the shock of pressure makes you whimper and moan inconsolably.
Miraculously, it gets better. For a moment, you don’t understand why. All you know is that the inside of your dick is getting more and more sensitive. Every stroke leaves you hungry for more friction, delirious with desire for Azra to fuck you harder, all but begging her to ruin your monstrous cock with a brutal pounding.
“Ah-!” Azra gasps, tongue lolling. “So... sorry! Venom... couldn’t hold it in!” Shivering and panting, she jacks you off faster to the tempo of her furiously humping hips, assaulting you with alternating friction on the inside and the outside. The worst part is that you can barely stand it, it’s so good. Azra’s tendrils are dragging over every inch of your urethra, working their foul magic to transform the inside of your dick into one big, leaky pussy. You’re so close to climax it hurts. You can feel it in the way your beachball-sized nuts swell and ache.
The shark gets there first. Throwing her head back, Azra gasps in adulation, staring wide-eyed at your dick. “I’m cumming!”
Blobs of red-hot alien cum erupt into your shaft, potent and eager, burrowing deeper into your body than should be possible. Sure, some leaks back out around Azra’s nearly two-foot prong, but the bulk is forced deep inside you. She presses harder against you, cutting off any escape with her crotch, allowing you to feel her softball sized balls quaking against your cock-head. With every pulse, they draw tight, rippling with the effort of gathering a new load of seed.
Fat bulges appear along your urethra, disappearing into you, one after another. With each one that slips inside, you feel a little more bloated, your beachball-sized balls a little heavier, and a little closer to cumming. Simultaneously, Azra seems a little more exhausted after each shot. Her grip on your dick gets weaker, allowing more of her creamy white dick-filling to escape. She sinks down, your goo-packed tool bending with her. Tongue lolling, Azra is the picture of contentment.
Nipples brush your equine tool as the exhausted suula leans forward, her torso draped onto your dick, and that’s all it takes to set you off. You groan from the feeling of titanic exertion surging through your middle. Cum-strained muscles flex, and the flow of alien seed abruptly reverses. The release is cock-shatteringly pleasant. It grabs hold of your balls and squeezes the bloated orbs, forcing them to push out a climax for two.
You watch in awe as a ivory torrent bursts out around Azra’s shrinking member, forcing an inch of her dick out of your urethra with every blissful, ball-draining gush. Azra whimpers as she slips the rest of the way out, freeing your incredibly thick tool to jerk upward. The next splash of cum takes her square in the face, and the one after in her hair. Webs of goo trickle down her breasts as you spend the rest of your stored seed against the wall.
You collapse next to her a second later, spent. Your cumslit hangs open for the moment, oozing and leaking everywhere. The lewd, violated interior can be seen as clear as day, and Azra stares into it, fascinated.
“You spoil me, [Name],” Azra coos, leaning over to lick the cum out of your urethra. Her hair drags through the puddled stuff, but she pays it no mind, spellbound by your glistening urethra. “Protecting me...” Her tongue plunges toe-curlingly deep. “Helping me when I’m down...” Her mouth opens just as your muscles clench, receiving the last dregs of your semen with a smile. “And teaching me so many new things to try in the bedroom...” Kissing your crown, she climbs on top of your dick, dragging her still-hard siren cock across the tender flesh.
In her wake, you feel yourself stiffening once more, suffused with venom.
The shark-woman flashes a pointy-toothed smile. “A little something to keep your mind in the gutter.” She kisses you on the lips, her tendrils abusing your cockflesh until you feel sore but ready to go once more. “Maybe it’ll help you come up with something new for next time.” Azra’s confident facade cracks to reveal a glimmer of uncertainty. “But not too new. I don’t want to be some super-slut.”
It’s amazing she can say that with a straight face, considering how much cum she’s covered in. All the same, once you’re both up, Azra is back to business. She takes a quick shower and swiftly cleans the leftover sexual effluvia, sometimes with her tongue. That troublesome boner of hers refuses to go away completely...