I stirred on golden straw, mouth dry, head throbbing. Plexiglas walls soared four meters, flawless crystal enclosing our 100-square-meter haven. Light diffused everywhere, no shadows. Naked beside me, David—broad shoulders, tousled brown hair, his cock nestled in dark curls, stirring awake.
Lucie Novie, gendarmerie captain, reduced to this. We drank from the trough, cool water quenching drugged thirst. The hamster wheel loomed, oversized gym for giants. We traced walls, hands slipping on smooth transparency. Rage surged; I braced palms flat, arched back, ass thrust out, tits swaying as I shoved. He watched, erection swelling.
The Privilege
Climb attempt: his hands cupped my pussy-lips for footing. Face buried in my musky slit, beard tickling clit. I balanced on shoulders, legs spread, glimpsing freedom too high. Tumble—legs akimbo, he gripped ankles. Then giants loomed: six-eyed furballs, antennae twitching.
Translator crackled. ‘We study Terrans. Breed for two years.’ Horror. We bargained: no straw pricks. Hours later, vacuum sucked it away. Plush moquette unfurled, soft as cashmere under bare feet. Rain shower hissed steam, marble tiles gleaming. Turkish toilet discreet. Table, chairs. King-size bed dominated—memory foam mattress yielding like sin, sheets silken.
‘Ikea catalog,’ metallic voice joked. Veggie feasts arrived: chocolate-drizzled avocados, ginger-spiked asparagus, aphrodisiac fire in veins. Weeks blurred. Fights over the bed, his perpetual hard-on tenting sheets. I teased, ‘Eyes off my freckled tits, ass.’ He growled, ‘Your bald pussy taunts me.’ Tension crackled, food fueling wet dreams.
His hand grazed my thigh one night. ‘Touch me,’ I whispered. No breeding—just release.
He lay back. I straddled reverse, pussy hovering over his face. His tongue speared my folds, lapping clit like nectar. I swallowed his veiny shaft, balls heavy in palm. Beard rasped inner thighs, exquisite burn. Sixty-nine frenzy: fingers probed asses, tongues fucked holes. I erupted, juices flooding his mouth. He pumped cum down my throat, salty flood.
Cock still rigid. Slower now. He kissed inner thighs, avoided rosebud. I nursed balls, peeled foreskin, tongued piss-slit. Climax built deliberate, volcanic.
The Excess
Aliens gawked. ‘They’re devouring!’
Flipped. He mounted missionary. Legs locked waist, guided thick head to sopping entrance. One thrust buried balls-deep. Slow grind morphed brutal: lips bitten, nipples twisted, nails raked back. Hips slammed, pussy gripped vise-like. Raged to roar—bodies fused, seed jetted hot inside.
Cuddled in afterglow, sheets damp silk. Escape brewed: wheel to wall, vaulted freedom. Dark beyond, another crystal suite. Orangutans signed: Ulysse, Pénélope—lovers like us. ‘No breeding sans love.’ We kissed, tongues wild. Net snared us back.
‘Fucked again,’ I begged. He plunged, primal. Daddy alien intervened: ‘Too prolific.’ Memory flash, dump Earthside—me in lingerie scraps, him boxers.
News blurred. Dreams haunted: uniform garters, hairy man, poetic apes. TV sparked frenzy—rushed to Peaugres zoo. First in line. ‘David?’ ‘Lucie?’
Ulysse, Pénélope cheered baby Télémaque. Hugs, tears. Jobs offered: him trainer, me security. Hotel night: rode reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing, his thumbs in rosebud. Pregnant now. Circles whisper: ultimate exclusive—crystal cage to forever bliss.
