A Gentle Return; Unusual Craving

[Gentle_Incubus]

Hello, everyone! I'm Gentle Incubus, 25 years old, male, and imagine myself to be an amateur writer with years of experience under my belt and a passion to please my readers.

I joined Literotica a few years ago, but due to unforeseen circumstances, had to take a hiatus. I left some RP's, which I feel guilty about, but I didn't make too big of a splash in the community, which I felt was a mistake.

So here I am, back and ready to write with you, and be a part of the community proper. I still don't know very much about the site, and you would have my eternal appreciation if anyone could help me get familiar. In advance, thank you.

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But onto the crux of the matter. I have a craving for an RP, that may make some people uncomfortable, but I would like to see if anyone would be interested in playing with me to help get this craving satiated.
Recently, I've been introduced to the tentacle hentai fetish, and I developed an idea that I can't seem to get out of my head. I would like to tell a story of a symbiotic relationship between a young, meek girl who has not experienced much sexually, and an alien that needs a host to survive and has it's own enemies.
It would come across her, looking for a suitable host with specific genetic markers, and effectively rape the young woman, releasing powerful aphrodisiacs into her body to ease the process, and bond with her.
In return, it would cause a transformation of sorts in the young woman; altering her body to fit her wishes and desires to turn her into her own opinion of a "perfect woman." Her libido will spike to tremendous levels, and she will begin producing powerful pheromones that will raise the libido in others. She'll become healthy, and attain peak physical and mental condition.

In other words, she'll become superhuman. The alien needs a champion, in order to defeat it's nemesis; a creature of the same species, but evil and malicious. The alien I'll be playing has been hunting it's "brother" through the cosmos, trying to stop the other's wanton slaughter of other species by forcing extreme levels of libido and effectively causing entire words to do nothing but have sex and die from malnutrition, over-exhaustion, etc.

While the aliens need sexual energy and fluids to survive, they are not a hostile race, and wish to live peaceful with other races. So the first alien is something like a police officer, and needs a host to hunt down the evil alien before Earth is destroyed.

So I'm aiming for a story involving tentacle monsters, heightened lust and bliss, as well as a proper action/adventure. If anyone is interested, please let me know.
From what I gather, this story will need, ideally, another player to control the evil alien, and two players to play my alien's host, and the evil alien's host, who will be bestowed similar powers.
I would also welcome more players, to play regular people to fall victim or partner up with the two separate parties.

Once again, please contact me if you're interested. I know it's a strange request, but if you think you might have fun with this, I would love to partner with you. Also, if this isn't your thing, but you would like a male writer to join your own RP, please let me know. I have a strong desire to write, so please, let me indulge your fantasies as well.

CAST - Please send Gentle_Incubus a PM to apply

The Alien, Sage - Played by Gentle_Incubus

"Sage is an alien hailing from a far off planet. It's species appears as a small bid, that opens into a mass of tentacles. This simple appearance belies a tremendous intelligence. By themselves, it's species can not survive without a host, which must be a female capable of bearing children, and lives within them, entering through the genitalia. In return, the creatures give superhuman physical attributes and intelligence. In addition, Sage's species excrete a chemical that's a powerful aphrodisiac, causing tremendous spikes in libido. This same chemical also bonds with the Host's pheromones, causing lustful feelings in those around her.

Sage intends to train it's host to use their abilities for good. It once had a counterpart in it's duties, now known as Heretic. A war criminal of the worst form, Sage intends to bring Heretic's rampage to a halt. But Heretic is clever, and creates powerful hosts. If Sage intends to save Earth, it will need a suitable host itself...

The Chosen Host, Grace - Played by Browneyed_Girl

"A mild-mannered girl who is a little bit of a recluse and has very little sexual experience, despite her powerful urges and desires. Unbeknownst to her, she possess a peculiar genetic marker, which makes her ideal to be a Host...

The Alien, Heretic - Played by Twixle

"An evil creature, shunned by it's people. It's insanity has driven it to the stars, and began a series of genocides, by taking chosen host's with sadism and hatred in their hearts, and joining with them to incite uncontrollable and lethal lust upon their respective planets. Once, it was partners with Sage, and hates it's counterpart with a passion.

The Chosen Host of Heretic, Nikki - Played by Twixle, [Still Open for a Player to take over the role]

"A woman who is naturally bitter and sadistic. She also possess that same genetic marker, and will make the best possible host for Heretic."

Others - [ALWAYS OPEN]

"Regular men and women, caught up into the conflict between the two alien forces."

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

...It was a cold, autumn night. The stars were out, a rare sight in that particular city, at that time of the year, when the sky should have been overcast. To those looking out their windows, at just the right moment, saw two shooting stars sly across the sky. In in truth, they were beacons of the madness to come...

It entered the atmosphere at a rapid pace. Before it, miles away, was it's enemy, and formerly a friend. The Heretic had just finished devouring another world, just as the one chasing the Heretic caught up. The chase began once again, and it felt that it could not allow the Heretic to succeed again. No more worlds can be lost.

The atmosphere burned up it's protective shell, flakes and chunks falling away. Without nourishment, it will be weak once it emerges. The heat was becoming unbearable, but to be expected.

Below, it sensed a metropolis. Without eyes, it perceived with organs mankind had not yet developed. So much life... It decided that the Heretic would not have it.

As it plummeted through the sky, now naked and small, it felt it's frail body hit metal. A grate?
The alien creature looked like a small mass of wriggling appendages, slimy and raw. In it's current form, it could fit well enough in someone's hand. It felt tired... So it reached out with it's mind, and sensed the life around it. It needed a host, and quickly.

...There. Above it? Yes. There was a female life form somewhere above it that possessed both the necessary horomones and genetic marker to serve it's purposes. It felt regret, for what it must do now, but time was running out.
It started climbing what it would learn was a fire escape, until it reached a window, far above it. So tired... It needed nourishment, and quickly.

Quietly, it slid under the window, and fell onto the soft floor. It sensed her presence. Her attention was elsewhere... excellent.
It slithered up the wall, away from her eyes, and nestled itself into the corner of the roof. It sensed the room... Until bonded to a host, it could not yet see, and so had to rely on it's singular sensory organ.

Some kind of liquid was kept in a container nearby. It sensed the girl's genetic material, saliva, within it. A beverage, then. That would suit it's purposes fine. A tentacle slithered from it's form, and with a thrust, shot a squirt of slimy fluid into the beverage. It had a pleasant and subtle odor, so the girl should not notice it.
It waited for the female to ingest the beverage, now laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. With the horomones it registed in her system already, it wouldn't be long before she was writhing with lust.

And then, the creature known as Sage would make itself known...

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

The chemical was working. It sensed the increase in endorphin and other hormones starting to rage from within the female's body. She writhed with the burning desire that was starting to blossom. It was a good reaction, she was neither immune nor overcome by it's secretions, which spoke volumes of her potential.

But she was not quite ready. The creature released powerful pheromones into the air, engineered to smell sweet and pleasant, and designed to cause a chemical reaction with the excretion that the female had ingested, amplifying the effects several times over.
It slithered across the roof, leaving a transparent trail of ooze behind it, until it was directly over it's target. Three more shots of the aphrodisiac fluid shot from the creature's appendage, directly into the female's mouth. Before she could look up in reaction, the creature dropped to the floor and slithered under the woman's easy chair.

It sensed her growing desire. Truly, it wished it had more time to prolong this process, prepare the female properly and have her consent to their binding... But time was not something this creature had the luxury of, and neither did the woman and her species.

From beneath the chair, the creature exerted it's remaining strength to extend it's tentacles. They burst out from it's core and coiled around the female human, binding her tightly to the chair. They coiled around her ankles and up her leg, and around her arms and waist. Trapped in her own chair, she had no chance of escape now.

Such a feat drained it of what little energy it had left... it required nourishment. Another appendage slithered up the woman's leg, slowly exploring upwards. The slime the excreted from it's flesh touched human flesh, which absorbed the substance. It would cause more excitement for the human host, and no doubt contribute to the building lust growing inside her.
Eventually, it discovered the female's genitalia. The creature lightly probed and teased her sex, eventually causing her body to respond. The fluids she provided were lapped up by the tentacle, who drank greedily. It drank, and drank, and lapped and lapped at the female's sex, feeling itself regain it's power and life force.

She provided much nourishment. Her body provided more than most species could give to a creature like itself. Were all humans like this, it pondered? It had a feeling, no, this one was special.

A larger tentacle, thick, bulbous and veined, fueled by the creature's meal, slithered out from under the easy chair. The appendage arced forward, and swayed in front of the female's face like a large, hungry serpent.
Smaller appendages slithered up the female's toned stomach and feminine curves, before coiling themselves around her full breasts. The tips split apart, and coiled around her nipples, twisting, pinching and teasing them. The tentacle at her genitalia still lapped hungrily, taking in her juices of arousal.

Then, without warning, the large tentacle shot forward and forced itself into the female's mouth. It began to pump large amounts of the addictive aphrodisiac fluid down her slender throat. In order to bond with her, he would have to send her into levels of bliss not possible by human means. The tentacle throbbed, as it continued to thrust and shoot thick fluids into her, increasing her body's sensitivity and breaking the limits of her arousal.
A tentacle slithered to her cheek and stroked it, sensually, possibly even apologetically.
Others repositioned themselves and coiled harder around the woman, and began lifting her up in the air. With it's rediscovered strength, this was becoming an easy feat. It spread her legs apart, and more tentacles revealed themselves, hooking into her clothes. It tore off her shirt in a show of strength, and continued to massage her body.

The massive tentacle eventually removed itself from the female's mouth, but continued to ejaculate fluids across the human's naked body. Tentacles massaged the substance into her flesh, stroking her tummy and kneading her breasts. The large tentacle slithered down and inquisitively hovered over his future host's vagina. The tentacle slithered along it, teasing the nerves and providing lube to the entrance, through her already soaked panties.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

The woman writhed in it's grasp, who's screamed eventually transformed into moans. Lust was taking over her, as her sexual energies were feeding the creature below her. Driven by hunger, the small tentacle that had been lapping up the female's love juices probed into her, searching for the source. It dug deep, the thin appendage exploring and tickling her inner walls, until it reached her hymen.
A virgin? The creature in it's travels, had never bonded with a virgin female, and his species is warned against it.

But there was little choice. She had the genetic marker, and shown a natural resilience. It needed her, this ideal specimen.

The largest appendage throbbed, as several smaller tentacles slithered around her undergarments, which were shortly after torn to shreds. As imprisoned as the female's nude form was, it made sure it was gentle as well as firm, massaging her body, covering her in it's stimulating slime.

When the female was ready, the thick tentacle plunged into her sex. Once inside, the tentacle swelled until it filled the female completely, and ideally, sensing her gyrations to tell what was stimulating and what was uncomfortable. It was her first time, so it compensate with that fact while maintaining it's dominance.

Soon, it broke her hymen, taking the Female's virginity forever.
It was the first time it drank blood in it's pre-bond state, and certainly never virginal. But it made contact with it's flesh, which absorbed the ichor.

The rush was unlike anything it had ever experienced before. Energy and strength surged through the creature, who responded by forming more appendages which weaved hungrily, and pulling the female higher into the air.
The two appendages inside her sex continued to thrust, and pulsated, overcome by this new hunger and power. The thick tentacle once again began pumping hot fluids deep inside the female, coating her inner canals with the powerful stimulant until it started to overflow.

Yet, it needed more. Another thick appendage inquisitively began rubbing itself against the female's anus. Impatiently, the second thick tentacle plunged into the female, thrusting deep into her other hole, hard and thick, aggressively assaulting her prostate, and again, started pumping it's thick fluid into her. Another slithered towards her mouth, rubbing against the female's erect nipples, and began stroking her cheek and along her lips, in an attempt to coax her to suck it of her own volition.

Otherwise, it continued to mercilessly thrust into her, drunk off her virginal blood. There was something special about this specimen, it realized, as it continued to pound away into the female. But for the process to truly begin, the female must orgasm. Only in that brief window, could the creature bond with a new host.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

The final tentacle was invited into the female's mouth, which caused the creature's entire mass to shiver. All three of the thick, penetrating appendages pumped the fluid inside of her at an incredible pass, and began thrusting harder and faster to match. Her holes made lewd sounds, as she was constantly entered and filled.
The creature almost felt like losing control, giving into this feeling of ecstasy and shared lust with the female. Her sounds of pleasure urged the creature on, passionately increasing it's pace.

And when she reached her climax, when she finally felt the release of orgasm, the creature sensed it's only opportunity to complete the symbiotic process. All of the tentacles released their hold, exited the orifices they were occupying, and all dived into the female's genitalia. It entered her at an incredible pace, filling her to capacity. It dove, and dove, as it's own flesh started to enter her uterus. It's molecules began to dissolve, and the creature's molecular structure began to bond with the female's. So began the symbiotic binding process. Tentacles continued to dive inside the female, who had long since fallen back into her easy chair. That much mass took several minutes of constant motion, and the female was no doubt wracked with inhuman sexual stimulation.

But before long, the final tentacle slithered inside of the female, and soon dissolved. Now, the creature was one with the female subject... The process left the woman physically exhausted, and so it did not take a lot of energy for the creature to nudge the female into sleep...

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Her memories flooded into it's mind. It learned human customs, it learned vernacular. Pussy... Tits... Fucking... It learned all these things. And it learned her name.
Grace. Definition; simple elegance of movement. It found the name fitting. Other personal information was refused by the creature, not wanting to pry into her more intimate thoughts. Those were hers, until she chose to share them. Grace.

In return, it gave Grace it's own memories, in the form of a dream. It's intentions were shared, as began explaining it's purpose; It was called Sage, from a planet far away.
In her dreams, it took the form of the most surface memory of a male she considered sexually attractive; in this case, the male protagonist of the novel she had been reading. A tall, muscular man with thick black hair and piercing blue eyes, as well as a gentle smile. It, or it supposed, he, appeared before her dream self, initially nude and exhibiting signs of sexual arousal, a long, thick cock standing tall at attention.

Sage's memory's continued to communicate though emotions and images, using Grace's subconscious to fill in the blanks. Sage was then clothed in garb stereotypical of a television detective; slacks, a dress shirt with a tie, suspenders and a shoulder holster with a pistol, the police badge hung from his belt buckle.
Sage was then joined by another, a man bigger, older and tougher looking than Sage, dressed in a similar fashion. Grace's mind labeled him Heretic, and informed her that the pair used to be partners.

At a crime scene, she was shown a scene of a terrible act of terrorism. Heretic could not take it, and Grace was taken to a seen of the human representation driven to a deep depression.
Then it shown Sage running to the scene of a mass murder. And in the middle of the corpses was Heretic, holding the smoking gun. Of course, the metaphor expressed the true depths of Heretic's crimes, that the victims were the populations of entire planets.
Sage confronted his former partner and mentor, only to be defeated. Heretic escaped, and Sage was forced to recover in the hospital.

Heretic continued his rampage. When Sage recovered, he gave chase. When Sage got close, he began falling to Earth, falling directly into Grace's apartment.
He landed on his feet, and his clothing dissolved, once again leaving him nude in front of Grace. Sage took her hand, and with his hard, throbbing cock, began fucking Grace's hungry pussy.

Sage needed her, desperately. They were a perfect match. He would make her stronger, smarter, unlock her potential. In return, she would help him stop Heretic from destroying Grace's planet Earth.

The Sage in Grace's dreams came inside her, and the rest of the details of their symbiotic relationship was transferred into her mind. His lips pressed against hers in a passionate kiss, and embraced her. A promise that he would protect her as long as they were bonded together.

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As Grace slept, her body underwent several changes. Her body shifted and morphed into Grace's idea of the perfect woman. Any imperfections she thought she had changed and improved, by her design. Her muscles developed and grew denser, so while not taking away from her femininity, gave her physical abilities surpassing the greatest Olympic champions. She was now stronger, faster, more resilient... She would never get sick, hardly ever get tired. Physically, she was superhuman now.
But her body now gave off more powerful pheromones, that Sage promised to teach her to control. Anyone around her would become sexually aroused, and with practice, Grace would be able to direct them to control the libido in others.
Her mind was also greatly enhanced. Grace could now think faster, retain information easier, and rationalize clearer than she ever could before. In other words, she had become a genius over night.
On top of all that, grace also possessed all of the powers Sage itself had at it's disposal, including it's advanced sensory organ. As long as she operated for good, Grace could now have anything she wanted. She would just have to deal with a tremendous spike in Libido and save the world. Sage considered it a fair trade.

During her transformation, a tentacle slithered out of Grace's pussy. It grabbed a blanket, and covered Grace so that she would be warm through the night. Sage was sorry, that it had to drag Grace into it's war, and vowed to make her feel appreciated and cared for, as long as it remained inside her.

 

[Twixle]

The Heretic contemplated his actions as he hurtled through space drawing ever closer to the luscious green and blue sphere dubbed Earth. He pondered the countless lives he had wasted and the civilisations he had brought to ruins. He had watched species after species rip each other apart through savage, lustful insanity. Kings and commoners, brothers and sisters, and entire animal kingdoms had ignited in a flame of passionate, murderous desire that he had kindled. Entire global populations were simultaneously risen to the hight of sexual pleasure and, like a high reaching tower collapsing under its own weight before it reaches the limitless recesses of the sky, the collective consciousness of those 'lesser' organisms was overloaded and reduced to seduced madness.

The potential of so many was crushed under exponential wanton desire. But as the Heretic contemplated these unspeakable actions, as he entered Earths atmosphere and the heat tugged at his very structure, as he sensed the presence of millions of living creatures writhing about the earth below, he longed for it all over and over a thousand times more.

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The Heretic impacted on a rooftop on the outskirts of the city. The air was soured with pollution and car tires screeched blocks away. He could sense people on the street below but in his current, weakened state it would unwise of him to enter into such an open space unprotected. Instead he crawled down the back side of the building and into a pitch black, wide alleyway. His sensory apparatus told him there were two organisms at the far end of the passage.

Approaching them, it became apparent that they possessed none of the necessary genetical markers that a suitable host required, they were males. Furthermore, he could detect dangerous substances coursing through their bodies, substances which were causing extreme internal damage yet simultaneously providing the person with a similar euphoric experience to the one he had provided for countless greedy lifeforms. This concept roused the Heretics interest and he envisioned the use of these substances in the destruction of this planet, but at preset he was growing ever weaker and desperately sought a host.

Weak but appropriate hormonal specifications were being produced by an organism inside the adjacent building. The Heretic followed the scent in trough a small, dirtied window. He emerged on a windowsill and assessed the room with his sensory organ. From what he could gather he was inside a room where in the organisms disposed of their personal, biological waste in specific receptacles, a toilet to the natives.

It was the women's room in a sleazy out of town bar for drunks and prostitutes, the walls were dark with grime and the floor was perpetually wet with piss. Stagnant stench hung in the air and loud rock music seeped through the thick wooden door to the bar. None of this was optically observable to the Heretic but he knew he was uncompromised due to only light source being a flickering, naked bulb hanging from above a middle cubicle, two other darkened cubicles either side of it.

The signals originated from a female that had recently used a receptacle and was now adjusting her clothing. The Heretic was relentless in his abduction of a host and wasted little time. In seconds he had slithered to a spot above her on the ceiling and instantly released a concentrated gas that clouded around her her head. She flinched at its appearance and began to wave it away with her arms, coughing as she inhaled it's thick, earthy scent.

Nikki, the victim in question, was startled at first and as the smoke cleared her head began to swim and feel heavy. It throbbed with a warm pulse that partially numbed her body in waves. She staggered to a grubby sink and examined herself in a mild alarm. Her eyelids, tinted blue with eye shadow, drooped over her green eyes and her thick lips, made up heavily with dark rouge lipstick, gaped open as a result of her numbed jaw.

She wobbled for a moment in the fractured reflection before her blurred gaze was drawn to something snakelike and slimy hanging from the bulb chain above the cubicle behind her. She watched in the mirror as the creature wrapped its self slowly around the hanging fixture, it's moist body contracting round the bulb. Suddenly there was a loud pop as the bulb shattered under the pressure. Nikki would of screamed if her numbed throat had allowed it.

She was instantaneously plunged into darkness and span on her heels to face were the creature last was, hands behind her pert ass on the rim of the sink. Her hazed eyes strained towards the top of the cubicle in the darkness but she could only make out imaginary shapes. The room rang coldly with the muffled sounds of the music outside. A few small pieces of glass feel from the fixture and landed around the toilet with a chilling shatter.

As Nikki desperately strained against the darkness, parlayed by fear and the numbing vapour she had inhaled, she felt heat upon her lips. It was a humid heat that came in breaths. Long, laborious breaths. All of a sudden, a car passed slowly down the alleyway that the window faced and its dazzling headlights blasted artificial, white light through the frosted glass. in the split second her environment was illuminated Nikki observed the monster with her naked eyes.

It was a long, thick tentacle stretching down from the ceiling and hovering inches from her face. It pulsated and seemed to sweat moisture from its blotchy, dark purple flesh. Nikki had mustered all her strength to force a scream from her frozen body but as it rose from her inflated lungs to explode out of her windpipe the greasy organ forced it way roughly down her throat. She was stifled.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

[[OoC: Ugh, this post was rubbish, so I'm deleting it. I'll have a replacement up by tomorrow.]]

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

The bonding process was finally complete, Sage and Grace were one. The sensation of awakening stirred Sage's consciousness, and when Grace opened her eyes, Sage could see through them, as he now shared them. It was the same with all their senses; Anything that Grace experienced was now shared with Sage, as well as access to each other's thoughts and emotions.

Grace felt... confusion, fear, curiosity, arousal... A collection of baser feelings. It would seem that Humanity had not evolved mentally as other races in the universe, but that was hardly a surprise, seeing as they were just entering the age of space flight. Sage mused over the idea of passing along the knowledge of interstellar flight, when Grace called out for some form of communication.

"Hello?" She asked, tentatively.

"Hello." It responded, though not in quite so many words. Sage had no mouth to speak, and it wasn't exactly a telepath. The message was carried through biological signals, manifesting in a pleasant tingle from Grace's core to her mind, expressing emotions and understanding, which she could process as words should she feel the need to rationalize the sensations. "Do not be afraid, Grace," it began, soothingly, "I shared with you the reason why I am on your planet, and the reason why I need your help. While I possess great knowledge and strength in my own right, I wold be exposed to the hostile elements of your world, which is why I need you. You protect me, and teach me what is necessary for living on your Earth through your memories. That is how I know your name, and I will share my memories with you in return. I understand this comes as something of a shock, but I need your help, Grace. I apologize what I had to do to you, but the Heretic... It will Raze your world, unless I... we, stop him. I suggest reflecting on this, and perhaps finding a fresh set of garments."
Sage paused, to allow Grace to collect her thoughts or ask questions of hr own volition. In time, he would explain the extent of her new heightened physical and mental prowess.

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Thomas Freeman lived two doors down from Grace. He was a tall, athletic young man who was just starting his final year of courses at the local university. He didn't come from a wealthy family, but managed to earn both a football and academic scholarship. Having made the paper a few times, due to a public refusal of joining the NFL to pursue a career pursuing his true passion, cooking. And just one more year, and he'd be a certified chef.

This morning in particular, Tom was plying his trade. His pleasant, silky voice passionately sung to the tune of "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" while the song itself blared from his iPhone dock. His hips swayed to the rhythm, as his arms cradled a metal mixing bowl, and his hand operated the whisk that beat a concoction of eggs, milk, and other ingredients that would eventually become an omelette. It was almost like something out of a musical, how he sang every word, even Valerie Simpson's parts, occasionally off key, but he didn't particularly seem to care.

But Brad, Tom's roommate did. A stark contrast to Tom, Brad was a suburban-bred underachiever majoring in computer programming. Compared to Tom's mocha skin and sculpted frame, Brad was pale white with a few days stubble, but at least managed to fit the "hot awkward nerd" look well enough, with his thick head of dark hair and intellectual green eyes.
But this morning, Brad would have none of this madness. He'd spent all night playing a game he got last night, at midnight, and wanted to sleep in, damnit! So brad stormed out of his room, wearing his lucky undershirt and a pair of star wars boxers and stared intently at his roommate, with his arms crossed. "Would it kill you to turn your old people music down, dude?"

Tom turned to him with a broad smile on his face, and started dancing with his pelvis, as if in direct defiance. "My love is aliiive, way down in my heart, even though we're miles apart..." he continued to sing, and raised his eyebrows, trying to goad Brad to join him, who just sighed in response, let the song end, and asked, "You can at least make me one, too, now that I'm up." And started making a pot of coffee.

The pair talked about the small things; girls, school, plans for the future, rent. They had a solid relationship, and considered each other friends. Brad introduced Tom to more niche areas of pop culture, and Tom got Brad to start eating something other than pizza, funions and Mountain Dew.
But their conversation was interrupted when the mail slid under their door.

"I'll get it," Tom chimed, bring the morning person, and flew down the hall, stepping on the hems of his lounge pants to slid along the hardwood floor. Brad muttered something about Tom being juvenile, and secretly thought to himself that he could do that, if he had any sense of coordination.
Tom leaned down and sorted through the mail. Bills, ads... And mail that wasn't his. Tom opened the door, but the mailman was already gone. He hummed, annoyed, and turned to go to his room.
"I'll be right back, man. The mailman messed up, so I'm going to get these letters to where they need to go," Tom called, while grabbing a simple pink t-shirt to throw on.
Before Brad knew it, Tom was already at the door.

The mail belonged to the girl two doors down. Tom didn't know her name, but her letters said "Grace," so that was a start. She was kind of a recluse, and seemed to ignore him, whenever Tom tried to talk to her on the odd occasion they ran into each other in the hall.
So when he got to her door, Tom decided that this would be a great opportunity to try and get 'Grace' to open up a bit. She seemed like she could use a friend. Tom smiled, excited with the prospect of meeting someone new, and knocked on Grace's door.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Gentle_Incubus]

It was understandable that Grace had concerns. It was not an uncommon response from hosts, and the people of Earth were largely unaware of the rest of the Galactic community. There was no way she could have been prepared for this.
But Sage would do it's best to help Grace transition into her new responsibilities.

"The reason I chose you is due to a number of factors. First and foremost, when I crash landed, you were one of the closest hosts, and my native body would not have survived long exposed to your environment, without being bonded with a host. Secondly, you possess a unique genetic marker that allows us to be compatible for symbiosis.
"Luck, as it turns out, was on our side. Your genetic code, as it is, allows us for 98.8% compatibility, higher than any other host I've been bonded to. You virginal status, something I did not count on and would have avoided, if I was permitted enough time to find another host, had the unexpected outcome of increasing our compatibility to 128.9%, which is beyond normal parameters. This means that we can expect above normal increases in our symbiotic abilities, and your body will not begin rejecting me. On the contrary, we should find that our symbiotic relationship will have extremely positive side-effects. This is why you are the most suitable candidate to defend your world; because we, biologically, were meant for each other. I doubt I could have found another human to have such a high compatibility rating."


Grace had began putting on a fresh set of clothes, and inspected herself in the mirror. "You look gorgeous, Grace. I should apologize for what I did to your other garments. Our compatibility inspired more... carnal behavior than normal."

And then came a knock on the door. Sage noted it, and decided that if Grace was going to interact with other humans, it would be wise to inform Grace of the metamorphosis that her body went through the night before.

"You must listen to me, Grace. Our bonding has changed your body. I assure you, these changes are positive, and you may have noticed some already. Cosmetically, our combined DNA has changed your physical features to fit your subconscious idea of sexual appeal. In addition, your physical and mental capabilities have been greatly enhanced. You will find that you are in peak physical condition, perhaps even surpassing such limits. For comparison, you could compete in any Olympic competition and win the gold medal without too much effort. This will help you in a physical confrontation.

"As well, you should also sense an increase in your mental capabilities. Sciences and the arts will come easier to you, your memory will be clear, and your senses have been greatly enhanced. Like your physical potential, your mental potential has been exceeded; you are now nothing short of a genius, should you apply yourself.

"Our combined powers has other effects as well; you will find that you will be more prone to sexual arousal, Grace, your libido and sensitivity being greatly amplified. You also produce a pheromone that will, in turn, cause sexual arousal in others, and make them attracted to you. In time, and with practice, you can learn to direct and manipulate the potency of your pheromones, even going as far as altering the effects to incite or subdue other emotions. Your own bodily fluids have also become a powerful aphrodisiac. I would suggest kissing as the most efficient way to transfer these fluids, which could be ingested or absorbed into the flesh. This is important, because our shared powers will grow, the more sexual energy and fluids we harvest from other life forms. It is important to gather as much as possible, if we are to stand a chance against Heretic.

"As well, you share all of my abilities as well. Now that I have joined with you, you share my sensory organ, which will allow you to detect life forms. In your human vernacular, I suppose it would operate like you 'sixth sense'. My physical form, as well, is always at your disposal. While bonded, I am highly receptive to your commands. I will also protect you from pregnancy, Grace, unless you command me to allow conception to take place. I could also take the place of a sexual partner, should your new urges become too powerful and there is no one suitable around to help relieve you." As if to make it's point clear, Sage manifested a tentacle, filling and massaging Grace's inner walls of her pussy.

It was a lot of information, but the information traveled faster than words, and so was translated to Grace before she reached the door. When she opened it, Sage analyzed the male before them.

Tom was still humming a tune when the girl down the hall answered her door. A sweet smell came off of her, and Tom suddenly felt his cheeks burn hot and his heart start to thump. How had he not noticed how hot this girl was before. Especially in that outfit.
But he caught himself in his ogling, and shook his head and gave an embarrassed smile, not noticing that his pajama pants were beginning to tent. "Hey, uh, Grace right? The mail guy dropped your mail off at my place my place by accident. So, uhm, here." Tom handed the assortment of envelopes over, not sure what was coming over him or why he's started bumbling over his words, which was unnatural. He also couldn't help but think how fine this girl was. "So, uh, I don't think I've introduced myself. My name's Thomas. Thomas Freeman. I just live two doors down, with my roommate Brad. If you ever need anything, just let us know." Tom stood there for a moment, not really sure how to dismiss himself from the conversation, especially since his head was now swimming in Grace's pheromones, and most of his blood was going to his cock as opposed to his brain, which was readily apparent by the large bulge now straining against fabric, a fact that Tom had failed to notice.

Sage had finished his analysis of Thomas Freeman, and found him to be a suitable human specimen. "This one is highly receptive to you, Grace. Even before our symbiotic bonding, he was most likely attracted to you. When you are more comfortable, he would be a suitable test subject for your new abilities."

 

[Browneyed_girl]

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[Gentle_Incubus]

"It looks like you have things under control, Grace. If you need me, you need only ask." Was all Sage said, and allowed Grace to discover her new powers on her own.

Thomas gulped, as his heart beat against his chest like a drum. Something about this girl was turning him right on, and now she was inviting him into her place? "Uh, yeah, sure." He replied, and walked inside her apartment. There was a funny but pleasant smell that caused his head to swim. It was almost dreamlike. Almost.

Grace asked him if he wanted to drink, which he took as permission to sit down at her kitchen island. "Iced tea would be great. Do you have the heat cranked in your apartment?" It was true, he felt really warm, and the babe in front of him licking her lips didn't help matters. "So, uh, what do you do? Um, like, for a job. Modeling or something?" He chuckled, as his eyes wandered down her curves, and lingered on her long, smooth legs.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

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[Gentle_Incubus]

"Hey, receptionists are important. I heard they do all the hard work for Doctors." Tom coughed nervously, and accepted the drink offered to him, and took three large gulps. He felt a bead of sweat drip from his forehead, and the iced tea did little to quench his thirst. His form fitting t-shirt started to feel too tight, and so he tugged on the collar as he set the glass down, only to get an eyeful of Grace's cleavage down her top.
"How about what? Oh, my work." Tom shook his head, coming back to his senses enough to give a clear answer. "I'm just a student right now, but this is my last year in my culinary program. After that, I'll be a certified chef. I kind of have a thing for you." Did he really just say that? Tom quickly corrected himself with, "Cooking. I have a thing for cooking." Tom felt like he was cooking, and he was certainly rising.

"Grace," Sage tried to prod at Grace's mind, but felt the heat of her core rising. Her arousal contributed to the creature's hunger, but it tried to remain in control of it's own impulses. "Your pheromone output is rising to dangerous levels. Please be careful."

The smell of the apartment was driving Tom mad. In his mind, he started imagining Grace stripping, her gorgeous body and her sexy smile trying to tempt him, and bending her over the counter and pounding her relentlessly...
"I, uh, better go, thank you for the iced tea," Tom muttered, not liking where his mind was headed. Tom liked his girls, but he just met Grace, and he wasn't a rapist. He downed his drink and rose from his seat, only to reveal the massive bulge that was pressing against the fabric of his pajama bottoms. The motion almost made his knees buckle, which threw him off. His admittedly impressive tool wasn't that sensitive. Thomas looked down at his twitching situation, then turned back to Grace with a sheepish, embarrassed grin. "I'm really sorry. I'm, uh, usually not like this. You must think I'm some kind of creep."

Just fuck her. Grab that fucking sexy booty and make her scream your name.

Thomas, feeling like some kind of criminal, started making his way towards the door.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

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[Gentle_Incubus]

"It's all about focus... But we can discuss that later, Grace. For now, get these initial urges out of your system. Your head may feel clearer afterwards."

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Thomas felt like he needed to leave, to keep his sanity. But before he could make a move, Grace had moved in front of him. She pressed her body against his, her breasts rubbed against him, sending shocks through his body. And then her hands... His member twitched in response to her touch, which made Thomas gasp in surprise. Then, Grace kissed him.

This was all moving so fast. What was wrong here? Thomas had admirers, sure, and his fair share of women, but he prided himself on his reputation of treating his women right. He certainly wasn't a first date kind of guy, and this was his first conversation with Grace, if you could even call it that.
But his senses flared with a desire he hadn't felt before. Grace looked gorgeous, her touch and her smell were driving him wild, but the taste of her kiss drove Thomas over the edge. Why resist the goddess in front of him?

Grace's lips were answered by Tom's, who responded like a thirsty man who had been given water. Before he knew what his arms were doing, they were coiling around her hot body in a lustful embrace. Tom's large hand took a handful of Grace's round ass, squeezing lewdly. The other found it's way to Grace's full breast, and he noticed her hard nipple in his grasp, which he teasingly twisted.

Eventually, they needed to breath and pulled away from their kiss. Tom felt like he was in a haze, and stared into Grace's gorgeous eyes. "I... I'm sorry..." Why was he apologizing? She's the one who came onto him, right? Tom took a step back, only to tear off her shirt and toss it aside, revealing his athletic upper body. His chest heaved, as his breathing became heavy, almost like a begging pant. "You're driving me crazy, Grace," He admitted, drinking in the sight of Grace's alluring body. The impressive bulge throbbed, as the scenarios started running through his head. "Let's fuck."

 

[Browneyed_girl]

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[Gentle_Incubus]

Grace stripped before Tom, and his addled mind saw a goddess revealing herself to him. God, her body was perfect, and seemed to be made to allure him. Her touch ignited his nerves in ways he never experienced from a lover, and it made him crave more.

It was nearly unbearable, feeling Grace's hands then descend down to the hem of his pants. Tom felt like an animal, how he breathed heavily through his nose, making his broad chest rise and fall in barely contained anticipation. And then, she tugged them down, falling to Tom's ankles, and revealing his more than impressive manhood.
It stood, long and thick and throbbing hard. In fact, Tom couldn't remember being harder than this his entire life, even when he was a teenager and his hormones were running wild. The head was full and swollen, a healthy dark purple, already dripping with pre-cum that dripped down the meaty uncircumcised shaft that was pulled back taut. Tom had always felt lucky in that department, not being so big as to be unmanageable, but certainly large enough to impress, and right now his cocked ached and throbbed hard like it wouldn't get another chance.

That was the breaking point. Tom was going to fuck Grace. He no longer cared what the funny smell was, or why he was horny all of a sudden, because this goddess before him wanted him. And he needed her. So Tom scooped his arms under Grace's long, sexy legs and hefted her up into his arms. His lips found hers again, his tongue invading hungrily, while his hands grasped at her thigh and ass, and while his hot, throbbing cock pressed itself up against her tummy.

Tom carried Grace to the kitchen island and set her down, knocking away anything in the way onto the floor. For a few long moments, they kissed like horny teenagers, his fingers running through her hair and over her body, reveling in her attentions.

Eventually, Tom pulled away, breathless, and looked down at Grace's gorgeous form, and smiled, looking back up into her beautiful eyes. "I hope your ready, Grace. I'm not exactly in the mood to take it slow." And in a smooth, practiced motion, unhooked Graces bra and slid it off, throwing it over her shoulder. He kissed her again, and then at the corner of her lips, then at her ear lobe, then where her jaw met her neck, and from there kissed down to her collarbone, which he lightly bit.
Tom continued this trail down Grace's body, stopping to grope and suckle at her full tit, before again making his way down her ribs and past her tight tummy...

Eventually, Tom's head was between Grace's legs, and he was eye level with her drenched panties that barely hid her womanhood. Tom looked up at Grace and smiled, before his hands reached up and took hold of Grace's panties and slid them down her legs.
"Beautiful..." Tom remarked, inhaling the scent of Grace's sex and the new, intense pheromones that she had begun to give off. Before Tom even knew what he was doing, he nuzzled his lips against Grace's pussy and began exploring her depth with his tongue. She tasted... amazing. Better than any chick Tom's been with before, by a long shot. Hungrily, he shoved his tongue in deeper, nipped occasionally, and made deep groans and grunts of need. His thumb, almost of it's own accord, moved from Grace's leg, and discovered Graces clit, and began to draw teasing circles around it, before pressing down aggressively.
Grace's pussy was tight, and gorgeous, that much Tom could tell, so he was going to have to make sure she was wet enough to take his considerable size.

((OoC: By the way, I love the imagery of your writing.))

 

[Browneyed_girl]

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[Gentle_Incubus]

Oh god, Grace's pleads were unbearable. Tom groaned into her hip, as she tried to escape his oral attention, needing something more. By the way his member throbbed and ached, it was no secret that he needed more as well.

Again, he lifted her up by the legs, grabbing at her perfect ass, and slid the length of his hard cock along her dripping sex. "God, I need you too, Grace. It's unbearable," he admitted between heavy breaths.

But Tom had enough of his wits about him that he knew, as kinky as it would be to just bend her over her kitchen table, that their first encounter should take place in Grace's bed. So Tom planted a hungry, passionate kiss on Grace's lips as he started making his way towards her bedroom.
With each step, his hips thrust forward a little harder, a little more desperate, against her womanhood. It took all of his willpower to not start fucking her then and there.

Eventually, finally, Tom had carried Grace to the foot of her bed, and gave her ass a solid spank before laying her down on her back. He loomed on top of her, drinking in her body and needy, panting expression with his eyes. She was some kind of sex goddess, or something, Tom thought to himself, as he gave Grace another tongue-filled kiss.

Tom didn't spare any words, they had waited long enough. His aching manhood pressed it's swollen head against her entrance, and to his merit, Tom tried to enter slowly. But the feeling of entering her tight, hot, moist walls were too much to lend him any more self-control. From within their kiss, Tom released a deep, sensual growl and thrust his hips forward, forcing thick inches of his raging cock deeper into Grace's irresistible pussy. Tom thrust, and thrust, each time harder and harder, trying to get as much of himself into her has possible. And when he finally felt that he had filled her as much as he'd be able to, Tom's breath hitched, and his hands moved to Grace's knees, lifting them up, giving him better control over his leverage. "Christ, Gorgeous, your pussy's unreal," he gasped, reveling in the feeling of just being inside her.

((OoC: xP Sorry if I've been throwing up text walls, I know I have a tendency to go overboard sometimes. But don't feel pressure to try and match my post length. Just write whatever feels comfortable for you. :] ))

 

[Browneyed_girl]

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