Zaika Hydra x Player

[Trials in Tainted Space writers]

By the time you come up for air, you’re deep in a side alley and completely insulated from the roving crowds - a good thing too, if the forceful zaika’s roving hands are any indication. Your Black Void armor plate and plain briefs never stood a chance. She latches on to your unwieldy beast-cock as it springs out of confinement, cradling the weighty tree trunk against the crook of her arm as she examines it with a mixture of tender awe and rapacious need. “Such a big tail for an off-world hydra!” It’s the look of an addict spotting the mother of all fixes. “With such a fat fucking slit! How could I resist?!” The luminescent zaika kisses your cockhead hungrily, thrusting her tongue as deep into your urethra as it will go.

The elf-eared alien’s tails join her hands and tongue in exploring your meat. Her coiling cocks move with sinuous grace as they bind your god-like tool. First, they circle around the base in a double-helix packed so tightly that there’s no room to see the bottom portion of your dick in through the wall of pulsating zaika muscle. Next comes a slow upward crawl. Gaps open as more length dedicates itself to conquering your vast, phallic territory. Warm, precum-sloppy skin smears glowing loads all over your girth while the hydra’s tongue ravages the nerves inside your equine glans. Your legs want to give out, but there’s always a hand or a tail tugging you upright, coaxing you to gasping, submissive attention.

“Mwah!” The hydra slurps her tongue back behind the glossy curves of her pinkened lips with a manic smile. “This is incredible. Still the best off-world tail yet!” A bubble of your pre-cum appears on her mouth and bursts mid-sentence, but she doesn’t even seem to notice! Instead, she leans closer and whispers in your ear, “I’m gonna fuck your tail again, okay?” Hers move faster at the declaration, stretching up to encircle more and more of the shaft in taut, coiling cock. More brightly glowing pre-jism streams from the tips and races back down, leaving small puddles of the luminous goo to cling to every vein and fold of skin. “I’m gonna knock up your tail,” she declares before correcting herself. “Just like last time, I’m gonna impregnate this sex-toy dick of yours, and then you’re gonna cum out as much as you can so I can pack a second load in, ‘kay?”

This time you don’t even try to say no. There’s no point. The moment the hydra’s roving tailcocks mount your equine glans and grind against in slow spirals, you start grunting and groaning an uninterrupted stream of pleasure-sounds and a thesaurus’s worth of agreement. You’re still hissing “yes” when you manage to roll your eyes back down and resume thought. You see no reason to stop.

“I thought so,” the illuminated alien husks, her own voice so thick with pleasure that she sounds drunk. Her tongue explores your cheek as one of her tail-cocks bumps against your sensitive urethra, briefly backing up like an inquisitive animal. “Sho tasty,” she slurs, stretching around your equine cock to rake her fingers through your purple hair with near-painful zest. Nudging back into your leaky dick-divot, the exotic prickhead pushes down with surprising gentleness for something attached to a creature driven halfway mad with lust. The stalk behind it wiggles like a sperm’s tail, rocking the glowing tailtip back and forth more and more aggressively until your entire equine glans shines like a beacon with her juices and the orb-like tip slips halfway in with each push.

Pleasurable pressure ascends your spine like the tail climbing your throbbing shaft: hot, slick, and determined. Your knees knock together as the tension crests to its peak. Soft, whimpery sounds emerge from your throat. Your vision goes white as everything seems to relax as once. Ecstasy fills you as you the zaika’s cockbulb disappears into your mare-mounter, visibly slithering through your urethra against the tidal current of your pre. It fills you in a way you were never meant to be filled, sliding against surfaces just as sensitive as the exterior and as moist as any pussy’s walls.

“Oh, I love this tail,” the zaika murmurs as her glasses slip down to the tip of her nose, revealing thoroughly dilated pink eyes half-concealed behind droopy lids. “More!” She slams her cock-bearing appendage deeper, uncoiling it to free up more length and in the process assaulting you with more bliss as her length rotates inside you. “Gooood tail,” she whimpers as she presses herself against you with all the firmness her soft frame can manage. “Such a fucking sexy tail. Rushers are meant for this,” she babbles, “Oughta get some of your whatever-they’re-called that changes your bodies and give you all tails like this!”

It sounds like a great idea to you. Nothing would be better than the whole galaxy packing enormous, endlessly horny dicks that clearly broadcast just how turned-on their owners are. The zaika would be like gods, striding through the turgid forest to pick out the most appealing prongs. They’d need more tails to keep up with the sea of jutting cocks, and probably some kui-tan-derived mods to keep up with insatiable sluts like yourself. The idea of roaming around, collecting alien creampies and leaking trails of glowing semen from your broken-in cockslit makes your pole quiver and clench, nearly strangling the cum out of the burrowing appendage inside with the firmness of your need. Yes, this zaika has the right of it.

“Ha-ah!” the hydra gasps in sordid rapture, squeezing her arms tighter into the cock-loving hug. She bounces on her heels, working her hugely swollen mounds up and down the length as she loses all capacity for speech. There’s no room left in her mind for anything but the endless need inside her sloshing tits and the squelching friction of her prick pumping through your cockslit. Gooey alien pre-cum bubbles out around the stalk as it plows in and out, creating crotch-bathing streams in the moments before her actual orgasm arrives.

You can identify the exact moment she orgasms by the sudden swelling of her bulbous tip and the way it pounds through your dick until the remaining tail is more taut than a guitar’s string. Her ejaculation is exactly as pleasant as you remembered. The tentacular length balloons with fluid weight so that it’s pressing against every part of you at once, then it flexes, expelling gooey, glowing blobs into your tender depths with so much infectious enthusiasm that your eyes roll back in pure delight.

You aren’t cumming yourself. Somehow your body knows not to try, but it feels as good as the real thing, like the flow of hot, syrupy goodness through your dick is all your body needs regardless of whether the current leads out or in. All you know is that your soul seems to glow as brightly as the semen-bloated length of your bulging urethra. You don’t even register the sensation of spunk from the second tail tip splattering across your face, neck, beefcake chest, and of course, the exterior of your overly imposing horse-member.

Your nearly empty sack tingles for a moment as you feel your gonads jiggle. Burbling fluids swirl, and your center of gravity ever-so-slightly shifts forward as the excess alien seed collects in your pouch, swelling it larger and larger. This may not be a common experience for you, but you have the testicular fortitude to love every instant of it. What feels like gallons of cream inflate an already heavy bag to libidinous excess, backing you up to the point that even mid-faux-climax, you feel like you could cum the moment the tail-plug pulls out. The taut, straining skin lights up with a growing blue glow from within: proof not just of the zaika’s debauchery but of your own body’s ability to wick up foreign jism like a horny sponge.

The hydra’s tongue slides along your cheek and into your mouth, pushing a curtain of cerulean seed along with it. You can’t help but kiss her back, even with a mouthful of cum. You’re too aroused, almost hypnotized by the rhythmic squelches emanating from your thoroughly violated dick and the kaleidoscope of pleasure inside to care. You suck her face while your bodies press together to form a mass of roaming limbs and tails gliding on curtains of cum and sweat. It’s easy to forget that you’re fucking in an alley with so many exquisite feelings fighting for your attention and even easier to miss the end of the face-drenching cum-showers your hydra lover produces while you’re busy exchanging slobber.

The disappearance of the hydra’s tongue from your mouth comes as a disappointing surprise. You blink your bleary eyes back open, wiping a trickle of radiant cum aside, and stare in mute shock as she licks the excess from her lips and smiles back at you with a wink. The reason for the wink doesn’t become clear until her tail reverses course, dragging slowly through your urethra toward your blunt head.

Immediately, the overwhelming pleasure returns. You whimper needily, bucking against her, grinding your rock-hard length into the zaika’s spunk-slicked form. You bounce it between tits that are a good deal smaller than a few minutes ago yet still large and plush enough to feature in a high-grade porn. Agonizingly powerful contractions ripple through your innards with every inch the hydra extracts, yet she takes her time. She does not yank her spent shaft straight out. She withdraws it slowly, effectively giving you one, long stroke across the entirety of your inner walls. You could compare the sensation to that of a massive tongue sliding across the inside of your dick if you weren’t too busy shivering in near-insensate bliss, ballooning your backed-up urethra with a combination of zaika-seed and freshly brewed Steele-cum.

Pop!

You go off like an uncorked champagne bottle, spewing a torrent of opal relief only moderately diluted by bluish alien cream across the alley walls, the hydra, and the damp pavement (now thoroughly soaked). Throwing yourself against her, you buck your hips like a man possessed. Nothing matters more to you than the texture of her skin and the heavenly relief that comes from expelling such an oceanic load. Your mouth kisses anything it can come in contact with, even your own shaft - even the zaika’s ear.

Inhibitions seem like a distant memory. Ejaculation drives you. It compels you to squirt and spurt. It feels like you’re being squeezed for every drop. The effort of it is almost painful. Your muscles light afire like they’ve spent hours in the gym. Like a beast in rut, you allow your capable xeno handler to control the last of your sexual relief with trust bordering on infatuation, moaning happily when she milks your final droplets out with another stroking helix - this one far wetter than the last.

Slumping against a wall and sliding down the ground sure seems like a good idea...

The zaika lets you go with a look of regret on her face... for all of two seconds. Then, something occurs to her - something depraved, judging by the way her tail’s tips swell with renewed passion. “Look at that dick,” she murmurs, edging closer, staring with rapt attention as your monstrously thick, musky horse-dick droops a little under its own weight, dribbling a debauched slurry of lovejuice on the street. “It’s so fucking hot.” She jerks off the tail that was inside you one-handed, sucking on her other thumb while she stares. “I hope all these creampies don’t ruin your tail... You can take another load, right?”

Another load?

You don’t get a chance to complain. Your beast-cock is still hard and its urethra still hangs a little slack, stretched from the recent abuse. The hydra’s other phallic peak is inside you before you even think to protest, slithering in and out to a shockingly aggressive tempo. You reflexively grab a fire escape for support as your raw, sensitized nerves are assaulted with your second sexual tryst of the evening.

Pleasure pumps into you whether you want it or not. The hydra bangs it into you, cocking her hips with each thrust for a little bit of extra tail-motion in your giga-prick’s ocean. You bite your lip to keep from moaning, but it doesn’t matter. The hypersexual slut sees the budding bliss in your eyes and smiles down at you as she continues to plow your dickhole wide open.

“Mmmm, you’re not too loose after last time, are you??” The other unoccupied fork wraps around the stalk of the first, coming to rest against your sopping tip. “Let’s just have a looksie...” A thumb presses in with ease, followed by another finger, and another, until most of the zaika’s hand is squeezed into your phallus-tip with only a squirt of cooling cum expelled for the trouble. “Mmmm, no worse than last time. Now you can just relaaax,” she implores as she removes her digits to make room for the fat, rounded head of her exotic jizz-spigot. Ah! You’re such a hot little cum-dump. I could pump you for hours,” she husks while wedging the second tip in. “Days...” Her tongue lolls out, the pleasure too much to bear.

You know how she feels. The moment the additional member finds its way inside you, it becomes impossible to control yourself. Not only do you have the maddening inner strokes, but now there’s a second tendril curled around the first, altering the texture and tempo in surprising ways. Sometimes they move in concert. Other times one plunges down and the other up, grinding against each other as well as against you. There’s nothing for you to do but lie back and try to enjoy it, not that you’re having much trouble with that.

That’s the downside of having a bestial cock this well-endowed. You’re basically lugging around a gigantic, easily exploitable source of pleasure for aliens of all kinds to use and abuse. There’s so much surface area and so many nerves inside it that whenever someone can tease a solid four feet of it, you transform into putty in their hands. It radiates ceaseless ardor under the zaika’s affections until you’re swept back up in the storm of sensation and encouraging her to cum inside you once more.

“Pump another load in my dick,” you gasp. “Stuff that tail in until my cock’s kissing your ass, and cum!” You shudder, shame-filled with the knowledge that your voice is carrying out into the street. “Empty those cum-bags your species calls tits into my dick and pump me full enough that I’ll be leaking blue jizz all the way to bed tonight!” It might even be a good idea to lay around after she finishes, just in case another hydra in the area needs some relief...

“Yessss!” the double-cocked cutie screeches. She slaps her hands down on your shoulders and shudders, her masts going wild inside you. They unload a second tide of glowing seed into your capacious cock. This batch feels thicker than the last, like her first orgasm only pumped out most watery sex-juices because they flowed so much faster. Now, thick cream floods you. It paints every inch of your dick’s interior. It balloons your sack. Your crotch glows inside and out with her luminous seed, brighter in every passing moment. “Ah-ah! I love fucking this tail!” She arches her back, and you get a front-row seat to the sight of her breasts deflating down to more reasonable D-cups while the shifting mass deposits into your absurdly swelling balls.

Your urethra inflates. You can feel it bulging, doubling the amount of bright blue in the alley, and with the increasing pressure, the zaika’s tails can’t push quite so deep. Every stroke comes shallower. Every pump leaves you more packed to the brim with jizz and less with dick. Before long, she’s only wiggling one of the heads against a spunky tide while the other hangs loose, splattering the pavement. A reflexive clench inside you expels a bucket’s worth of cum and the hydra’s last dick simultaneously, so forceful that you seem to lose consciousness for a second.

A little unsteady herself, the hydra clutches her leaky tail and stumbles back a pace. “S-sorry about that! I can get really out of hand when I get backed up, and I uh... get backed up fast.” She fidgets with her glasses, taking them off and passing them between her hands two or three times before wiping off some of the sexjuice and remembering to seat them back on the bridge of her nose. “It’s just that your... tai-errr cock... is so big. Our tails get bigger when we want to get fucked too, so like... I see it, and in the back of my mind, all of my instincts are screaming at me to knock it up.” The blush spreading across her cheeks tells the truth of that statement. “I uh... I really like you though. With or without the awesome tail.”

The plum-skinned zaika hastily moves to step back out into the street, seemingly more worried about what she confessed to you than the thorough layer of depraved fluids she wears, but stops herself at the alley’s exit. “Oh! Here!” She produces a small, filthy kerchief and hurries over to wipe most of the jism from your features. “There’s that sexy Rusher! Be careful, okay? The Gyre can get pretty dangerous. Not everybody’s as gentle as me!”

You nod and watch the strange native depart. Dangerous indeed.

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Pub: 21 Aug 2021 01:34 UTC

Edit: 21 Aug 2021 22:45 UTC

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