Uninvited Ch. 03: You Shouldn't Be Here

Nothing for it.

I delved in, searching for her engorged protrusion with my tongue. I wriggled into her folds, salt and copper peppering my tongue, and found the hard nub, sucking it into my mouth. A tremor ran down her long body and she grunted, a coarse, primal noise coming from such a large creature.

I sucked obediently, applying pressure to the stiff flesh with my lips, she roved deep inside her own organ, her wriggling tongue reaching places so deep and at such unconventional angles that no penis could compare. Her body undulated, squirming in a slow rhythm, it was her version of the hopeless, mechanical bucking that she often provoked in me when her teasing became more than I could bear. Realizing that she was close, I redoubled my efforts, driving a finger deep inside her gooey, velvet walls and beckoning, searching for her g-spot as I mouthed and chewed.

Her eyes opened wide, glaring at me, almost menacing and I guessed that I had found it, I pressed up, digging my finger into her yielding flesh, and she withdrew her tongue, rocking her head back and digging her fingers into my hair as she came. Her tunnel spasmed, the contractions of her taut muscles almost crushing my finger, but I kept it there, applying pressure cruelly, and drawing her clitoris into my mouth, pinching it between my teeth and my tongue.

I was worried she might break the concrete cot and the tremendous noise would alert someone, I had trouble holding on to her, wrapping my free arm around her wide hips and digging my fingers into her chubby butt as she flexed and squirmed, the waves of pleasure crashing over her, relentless in their frequency.

After several minutes she calmed down, her contractions becoming fewer and farther between, she breathed heavily, her great breasts bouncing in rhythm. I wiped globs of her excitement from my face with my sleeve, and she maintained her grip on my hair, eventually raising her head and glaring at me.

"What? I got you back."

I kissed her belly gently, her rows of hard abdominal muscles lustrous under a layer of glistening sweat, she wriggled happily as I traced their contours with my lips. Vi eyed me, a predatory glint her eye, and wrapped her tail around my waist, hoisting me up her body and placing my face between her soft breasts, she pressed them together with her upper arms, squashing the massive, malleable orbs around my head. She held me until I began to struggle, huffing at me, then released me. My erection rubbed against her tantalizing loins, their heat radiating into me.

"Ok I got you off, now can we leave?"

She delved into my hair with her fingers, running her dull claws across my scalp, it sent shivers down my spine and I crooned, relaxing into her inviting cleavage. She slipped her fingers under my shirt and ran them down my back, hard enough to make me gasp and writhe, but not enough to break the skin. She massaged me gently with her claws, teasing me. My breathing became heavy and regular, my burning cheeks pressed into her cushiony boobs, their silky skin, wet with sweat, cooling me. The agility of her long, snaking neck meant that she could maneuver her head into almost any position at any angle, so she could always deliver one of her salacious kisses no matter where I was in relation to her. I felt her warm lips meet mine, and I greeted her tongue with my own eager organ, and it roiled in my head obscenely, her impossibly deep embrace making stars dance before my eyes. My now throbbing member pushed against her oozing loins, their nectar coating it in a veneer of slippery excitement.

"Really? Again...?" I whispered, almost delirious from her tender massage and her carnal kissing, unable to assert myself over her. For good measure she brought her spongy lips to my vulnerable neck and mouthed, her fleshy, slippery maw pressing wetly against my skin. She unsheathed her fangs ever so slightly, and I felt their points prick my neck.

I let out a low, submissive groan, and she huffed again, the motion making me bounce on her chest. Even to save my own life I couldn't deny her, she could string me along like a puppet, tugging me every which way, making me dance for her own amusement, and despite myself, I loved it, I craved it.

"I guess we aren't leaving until you're satisfied, huh? You must have really missed me."

Vi cocked her scaly eyebrows sarcastically, 'don't pretend you don't like it'.

I reached my fingers into her fleshy hood, running my fingertips over the sensitive interior lining, teasing her weak points. She might be able to string me around like a marionette, but I had my fair share of tricks to make her squirm, I knew her voluptuous body like the back of my hand, its curves and contours, the textures of its glass smooth skin, the taste of her fluids. She undulated as I caressed, gasping as I traced the lip of her hood with a feather light touch.

I yelped as I felt her hands squeeze my butt, grasping me and maneuvering my pulsing member into position, she pushed the tip up against her twitching entrance, my exposed glans pressing against the lubricated, pink flesh, almost hot enough to burn me.

She leered down at me, a malicious look in her eyes, probably intending to seek revenge after I had made her come so hard. She smirked, holding me against her opening, watching my expression change from anticipation to frustration as I throbbed against her inviting vulva.

"You're wasting time..." I complained, only half serious.

She huffed rhythmically, then slowly, gently lowered me, the entrance of her tunnel scraping against the head of my penis, the warm, slick walls closing around it.

I groaned, and she laughed, the vibrations translating into her loins, stimulating me. She lowered me deeper, her eyelids fluttering as my vascular member dragged against her textured insides, she spasmed and contracted, creating suction and pulling me further in. She was going slow, savoring our coupling, she knew from experience that I couldn't stand the fleshy papillae in the depths of her vagina, the forest of supple bristles designed to deliver a finishing blow to any male daring enough to push so deep, rings of pliable, spongy teeth that would rake across the head of your cock, driving unbearable sensations to the core of your being like a knife through the heart.

We moved together, gingerly, painfully slowly, the sluggish pace somehow making every wrinkle and crease all the more titillating, every small contraction and flexed muscle elicited a gasp or a sigh. We embraced, melting into one another.

My face buried in her soft cleavage, I breathed in her familiar musk, an earthy, sultry scent, her pheromones leaking from every pore on her imposing body. I mouthed a breast, the taste of the salty sweat coating her velvet skin emboldening me. I thrust a little deeper, and she quivered, watching me with her amber eyes as I sucked an engorged nipple between my lips.

Our slow dance dragged on, she brought her face down to my ear, sucking the lobe between her full lips, and chewing it gently in her toothless mouth, her agile tongue escaping occasionally to probe wetly. I squirmed under her tickling, circling my tongue around her nipple and biting the areola in the way I knew she liked. I kneaded the pliable meat of her heavy breasts, clawing handfuls of flesh and twisting the supple orbs in my grip, she responded by pricking my ear with her pointed fangs playfully.

Her loins were overflowing, leaking viscous juices, profane sounds emanating from our entwined organs as we moved together.

She coiled her powerful tail around me, wresting control of my movements away from me.

"Vi...you're so selfish..."

She smirked, her muscled tail curling around my torso, and she began to push me deeper. I felt the torturous papillae graze the tip of my penis, and flinched, but I couldn't pull back, she was leading now, moving at her own pace.

Her breathing grew heavier as she sped up, and I closed my eyes, trying to endure the sensations of her tight insides gliding up and down my shaft, nearly frictionless she was so wet. Her tail compressed me almost painfully as she lost some control over her muscles, spasming as my member dug into her tender walls, she let out a low, gratified rumble that reverberated in the tiny cell.

"Don't stop, keep going..." I gasped, she crooned, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into her ample chest, a hand on the back of my head.

She pressed me deeper using her tail, and I slid all the way inside, she jerked, grunting appreciatively as my head slammed into her depths, pushing against her deepest spot, and I covered my mouth, trying to muffle a cry as the evil barbs that lined her most intimate place clawed my glans, hard enough to drive harsh bolts of pleasure into my brain like a nail gun, but supple enough that they didn't hurt me, not quite. She pulled me back out, those cruel papillae raking across my delicate head, curved inwards to trap me there until I came. She forced me back out, and I twisted, unable to express the intense, very nearly painful pleasure in any other way than to contort my beleaguered body and moan into her bust.

She hugged me close, as if she were trying to help me endure, her long tongue snaking down to lick my cheek as if to say 'sorry about this'.

My brain was foggy, lights danced before my retinas and electric fingers traced up and down my spine. She slammed me all the way inside again, the barbs scoured my cock, and her sweltering, slimy tunnel crushed it, pumping it like a machine, enclosing my shaft in her strong grip.

I wanted to come, but I didn't want the coupling to end, every night that our lovemaking was over and she had to leave me, I felt like I was losing a part of myself, as if some vital organ were tunneling its way out of my body and hopping through my apartment window, leaving an empty hole where it should have been that ached and itched until her return the following night.

She sensed that I was distracted, and lifted my chin with her finger, bringing her head into range on her serpentine neck and pressing her lips against mine. I readied myself for another one of her luscious kisses, but to my surprise this one was gentle and tender, her tongue weaving artfully in my mouth, placating me. I brought up a hand up to her cheek, her smooth, imperceptibly small scales cool under my palm, and savored the intimate embrace.

She pulled back, the taste of her copper saliva lingering on my tongue, then forced me down into her, and I climaxed, flooding the forest of papillae with my warm emission. I bucked and twisted my hips, animal instinct overcoming my conscious mind, grinding the barbs against the head of my cock in an unthinking lust for more sensation. My member bounced and pumped inside her, and she closed her tunnel around it as if trying to cage a wild animal. I flooded her womb, and I felt her come too, her great body rippling and convulsing as her loins contracted in intense waves, milking out what little I had left to give her. She tensed and froze up, her massive tail holding me in place as I struggled, her dull claws digging into the skin of my back, drawing red welts. She sluggishly wrapped around my body, encasing me in a wall of soft flesh as if trying encompass me, twitching and shuddering gently as the afterglow rolled over her.

I leaked inside her, pulling out slowly as the friction made us both shudder in unison, and her contracted muscles loosened, releasing me, along with a slow trickle of our combined fluids, they oozed down her joined thighs. I pushed my burning face into her coils, I wanted to stay like this, forever. Perhaps if I wanted it enough, if I pushed my head into her spongy coils, by sheer force of will it would happen, and we would be carried away together to some distant dimension all our own where wars and politics and prejudices could not come between us and pry us apart from this perfect embrace.

I felt her scaly arms wrapped around me, and her forehead pressed against mine, she breathed slow and deep, contentedly.

As much as I wanted this to last forever, I knew it had to end. We had already pushed our luck, if we were caught now it would all be over, and we would probably both be killed.

"Vi...we have to get out of here." I whispered, she rumbled unhappily, hesitating, then broke free, dropped me to the cold concrete.

She retrieved her laser pistol, and gestured to the door, her long coils still trembling slightly with the afterglow.

I followed her, zipping up my pants, trying to stay behind her and to one side to avoid her huge tail, I still had trouble with adapting to the idea that her body did not end where the feet would be on a human when she was 'standing', but that her body trailed a great distance behind her.

She peeked her hooded head past the metal door and into the hall, looking back and forth, checking the coat was clear. She moved out slowly, her body winding back and forth, and I followed her cautiously. We moved down the hall past the cells, they were all vacant, and I stepped around the body of one dead ADVENT trooper, his body crushed and contorted oddly.

Clearly Vi had chosen a side in this matter, I hadn't even heard a peep, she must have smothered him as she crushed his bones and popped his organs with her steely muscles, he looked like a discarded rag doll. My head swam as I realized that this was what a Viper could do to a person, and yet she held me so gently, never applying more pressure than I could take, always mindful of my limitations. I had never thought about it before now, but our lovemaking was an act that required incredible restraint and discipline on her part, lest she crush a limb or damage an organ with a wayward contraction of her muscles or a hug that wound too tightly. The thought filled me with an odd appreciation, and my heart fluttered as I suddenly understood what a gentle and loving creature she really was, hiding under that brutish, dangerous exterior.

We moved further down the hall, where was she leading me? There must be some entrance reserved for personnel only, or a high opening only a viper standing on its long tail could access. We walked past the weapon racks and I considered picking up a gun, but I had never fired one before, and Vi would have thrust one into my hands had she thought it was important. I saw no other guards, but it did not surprise me, this was not a high security prison, it was a glorified drunk tank, it did not need lots of soldiers or automated defenses. The long hall ended in a door, and Vi opened it gingerly, poking her head through on her long neck. She pushed forward, it must be safe. There were steps on the other side, she flopped down them and I followed, entering a parking garage for ADVENT vehicles that was slightly underground, there were a few parked squad cars and one police transport, perhaps the one that had brought me here. At the far end was an exit ramp leading onto the street, and a booth, with a figure slumped against his console. Vi moved towards it, and I followed her, as we drew closer the figure came into view, another dead trooper, this one must have been in control of the metal gate that blocked the ramp.

Vi slithered through the window to the booth, squeezing her torso through and pushing the slumped trooper aside, his lifeless body fell to the floor, and she tapped at the monitor. It took her a moment, but the metal gate creaked and began to rise. If I had to guess how she had gotten in, I would say she must have broken the booth's glass window on the street side, and as I peered over, I saw that indeed fragments of glass could be seen on the booth floor. She had smashed the glass, entered through the window, killed the trooper then exited on the other side, after she had come into the building through the garage door, the only trooper on guard in that area was easily dispatched. He probably never knew what hit him.

She wasn't wearing her black armor and she hadn't used her plasma rifle to break the glass, she must be off duty.

She fumbled with the body of the trooper before exiting, she handed me his red helmet.

"Oh no...a disguise? I'm not Steve McQueen, Vi."

She shoved it into my arms insistently, and I attempted to place it over my head. As it slipped past my eyes, two built-in monitors crackled to life, showing me an oddly panoramic view of the scene before me, almost as if it was designed for someone with eyes spaced further apart than a human, it was disorienting. I heard Vi chirp, recognizing it as the name she had given me in her own language, and I turned to see her gesturing to the door of the troop transport.

"I don't know if I can even drive that thing." I complained, walking over to her, but she was adamant, and I climbed into the driver's seat, closing the door. The vehicle was taller than any car I had driven, and the odd helmet warped my field of view. I wondered if the disguise would work, and glanced at myself in the rear view mirror, angling it towards my face. I did indeed look like a trooper, with only my mouth visible and the helmet obscuring my eyes and head. As long as anyone looking in was angled below us, which they would be because the truck was so damned tall, they wouldn't be able to see my civilian clothes.

Nice thinking, Vi.

I heard noises behind me, and turned to see her climbing into the troop bay of the truck, she must be too long to fit in the passenger seat, shame, it might have increased our credibility. If anyone asked me a question in an ADVENT language I would be screwed.

There was no key in the ignition, just a button in its place, and I pressed it, the engine purred to life, and I gripped the wheel, it seemed to have an automatic transmission. I pressed my foot down on the gas pedal and we trundled forward. The vehicle was incredibly heavy, and even with the power steering it took some heft to turn it, the suspension rocked as we drove up the ramp and out onto the street.

Where the hell should we go now?

There was a grill between the troop bay and the driver's compartment, and I heard Vi pull it away with a grunt, dropping it to the floor with a metallic clang. She leaned over, reaching with her long fingers to activate a monitor on the passenger's dash. It seemed to be some kind of navigation system. She tapped deftly, and highlighted a route. The map was zoomed in for ease of use and I couldn't see where it would eventually lead us, but I trusted her, and turned to follow the marker she had set.

We drove for a while without incident, I had trouble seeing through the bizarre helmet, but I managed not to crash, and no other ADVENT vehicles stopped us or questioned our presence. Eventually we reached the city limits, nearing the barrier that ringed the residential zone, allowing vehicles to pass only after ID control and inspection. Here was where it might become complicated. Were ADVENT subject to the same rules as civilian cars? If they asked me for some kind of security badge or conformation of my orders, we'd be discovered.

We rolled to a stop, joining the queue of cars waiting to be processed, and my knuckles whitened as I gripped the black faux leather of the steering wheel. Vi sensed my fear, and her tongue wound forward to press against my cheek.

"I know, I know, it'll work, it has to work..."

Suddenly I noticed a trooper waving at me, he gestured to a secondary gate that was closed off by bollards that extended from the road. I began to sweat, did they know something was off about us? Did our vehicle not have clearance to be here? Had the staff at the station found out we had escaped and reported the transport as stolen?

Gritting my teeth, I drove over, leaving the queue, the bollards descended into recesses in the asphalt, allowing me to drive over them and up to the gate. I brought the truck to a stop before the barrier, they weren't raising it.