To Boldly Go…

M/f, Noncon, mind control, chemical addiction, alien sex, rough sex, slavery, sci-fi
“Go ahead and remove your clothing,” I told the human diplomat in the middle of her long proclamation about equality and freedom.
She blinked at me with her almond-shaped eyes and fumbled a shocked reply, “Excuse me?”
I coughed a few times, knowing my exhalation would fill the room. I repeated my demand, “Take off your clothing.”
Again, she blinked, but I saw a tremor run through her hands. She seemed almost dazed, rather than indignant. She opened her mouth to say something, and I knew at that moment that I wanted to stuff my cock in it.
Humans have smooth, creamy skin that is… unnatural. Hers was slightly tanned, one of their more common color variations. But that skin… the things it did to me, made me want her, made me want to throw her down and fuck her right there on the diplomacy table.
I was a deviant. While women of my species were covered in scales, and I’d had my fair share as any Ryptos man, there was something about the graceful curves, the silky soft skin, and lack of scales that… well, turned me on. Because of this, I was recruited by our government to be a diplomat, an envoy to the species I had such a ludicrous fetish for.
When she said, “While I understand that in Ryptos culture women are not permitted to wear clothing, the Federated Systems have a different outlook on this issue. If you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to the point of trade passages…”
I interrupted her, irritated that a female would attempt to dictate terms to a man. This Federation had strange notions, but nothing the glorious Ryptos leadership hadn’t planned to overcome. I was the first step of a long plan we would see to fruition… And then I would have a harem of these delicious little fucktoys all my own.
“In Ryptos culture, it is unbecoming of a woman to hide her beauty. Would you deny this during diplomatic negotiations… It makes us wonder what else of our culture you might disparage.” I said, then placed an inhaler to my mouth and sucked down a long breath of the rough, sour, sandpaper-like contents.
“I can assure you the Federation is made of dozens of species, each with their own unique customs and cultures. We do try to accommodate, but this request is directly in opposition to our egalitarian beliefs that individuals may act within their own comfort levels without force or obligation to concede personal modesty. We would no more ask a sentient being to remove clothing for the comfort of others in the same way we would never demand additional coverings.” She explained.
“So…” I countered with a cough; the inhaler was making the coughing worse, not better. “It is not a policy of your government, but one of personal preference?”
“In this case, yes,” she explained with a sniffle. “My uniform happens to be a part of my identity; it’s a reminder that I work for an egalitarian society dedicated to the freedoms of all beings.”
“And without it?” I choked out around another cough; the inhaler was working too well. “You are afraid that I, an alien species, would no longer see you as a representative of the Federation?”
“That would be correct,” she said. One hand went to her collar in a vain attempt to loosen it.
“Would it help ease your concerns if I undressed as well?” I said, standing and yanking my dress uniform open.
Her eyes went to my wide chest, far more muscular than any human physique. I watched her gaze devouring my green scales and wondered if the Federation had done the same thing Ryptos had, found a deviant among the humans with a kink for aliens. On one hand, I hoped so. On the other hand, I didn’t care; she’d be well fucked no matter which.
Shrugging out of the uniform blouse, I coughed and reached down, undoing my breeches. She was in such a state that she watched wide-eyed. It only took a moment, and I was naked in front of her. Her eyes searched for my cock, perhaps even disappointed she didn’t see it yet. Surely the Federation had its diplomats study every element of our biology. I’d certainly done the same for humans, stroking myself to picture after picture of their smooth, decadent skin.
I let my hemipenes slide out of its sheath. Her eyes widened, and she sat in a neat stupor, biting her bottom lip. If she were a Ryptos, I’d have known she was fully under the sway of the male breeding pheromones and ready to be mounted. It was the first time I’d witnessed a human react to our mating scents.
I loomed over her, hands on my hips, letting her bask in the presence of my unsheathed and erect cock.
“Get undressed,” I commanded.
She said nothing, unable to pull her eyes off my eager tool. Her fingers shook as she found the seam and undid her uniform. She stepped out of the garish blue and black garment, revealing so much skin.
All that skin. So smooth…
I found myself behind her, shoving her down across the diplomacy table, pinning her to it as I lined myself up to mount her from behind.
With one hand on her neck pinning her to the table, I let my claws trace down across the smooth, graceful curves of her back. It was too much… I couldn’t hold back.
Slamming forward, I filled her in one shot.
Her cries filled the room. I knew from my studies that human men were considerably smaller than the average Ryptos.
There was no longer any need to cough, I’d filled the room with enough hormones to turn an army of human women into sex starved whores. I flicked my forked tongue alongside her neck, and down the smooth backside, and pounded into her.
She thrashed and screamed, but not in violation, the pheromone cocktail I’d been feeding her all meeting had her in such heat that she was completely sodden, shoving her cunt back engulfing me. Her body moved on as she drooled in a stupor, the estrus blanking her mind so she could feel nothing but the need to have her pussy filled with seed.
The combination of her alien hole gripping me tighter than I thought possible, her smooth, creamy skin, and the way she rolled her hips, desperate to fuck back and milk me for every drop of my spunk, drove me to climax.
Roaring a primal scream, I emptied myself in her. She was so much more eager to use her body to suck the jizz out of me than any Ryptos woman had ever been. Earth girls could become a serious addiction on Ryptos, where climaxes were infrequent. The thought of having a school of these soft creatures attending to every need of my cock drove me harder into her.
When finished, I found I couldn’t pull away. Her tight hole had clamped itself around me. She ground her hips, begging for more. And even though I was annoyed a woman would make demands of a male in heat, I complied, fucking her again, and again, and again.
The clipped diplomat tone left her, replaced with grunts and unintelligible sounds as she was reduced to a receptacle. The more she mewled, the more I hammered into her, making this alien cunt take every centimeter as I stretched her around me.
After the fifth climax, I’d had enough. I forced myself out as she quivered, spilling spunk everywhere, wallowing in it, reaching back to rub it back into her swollen and puffy cunt. She slowly slid off the table to the floor, still rubbing herself.
I sat heavily in a chair, relishing the feel of conquest and release of sexual tension. I grabbed her face in my claws and pulled it into my lap so she was eye to eye with my hemipenes. Without any coercion, she begins sucking on me hungrily, trying to consume every drop of my home-laden jizz.
Her human mouth was strangely shaped, as if built for sucking. I relished it and wanted much more, but I was here on a mission.
“Now cunt, let’s talk about your Federation fleet strength.”
She forced herself away and whimpered, “Anything you want… just give me more…”