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Elara was a 42-year-old computer geek, her life revolving around the complex algorithms and code that she wrote from the comfort of her home. She had made a name for herself in the tech world, securing a well-paid position that allowed her the luxury of working remotely. Her life was one of routine, filled with the hum of her computer and the occasional noise from her smart home devices. She lived alone, a spinster by choice after two disastrous relationships in her youth; both had left her with a disdain for romance, particularly with men she deemed small-minded and untrustworthy.
Her home was her sanctuary, a meticulously organized space where every gadget and piece of furniture seemed to have its own purpose. It was here, in this controlled environment, that an extraordinary event was about to unfold.
One evening, as Elara indulged in her nightly ritual of relaxing in a warm bath, something unusual occurred. Unknown to her, an alien being had entered her home. This creature was unlike anything Earth had ever seen. Small, with the ability to shape-shift, it could mold itself into shapes from a football-sized sphere to a cucumber-like length. Its skin was eel-like, smooth and slightly malleable, enabling it to squeeze into the smallest of spaces. It was also a master of camouflage, able to change its color and texture like a chameleon.
Drawn to warmth, darkness, and moisture, the alien had followed the sensory cues leading to Elara’s bathroom. It scaled the side of the bath, its movements silent as it sensed the perfect hideout. The creature slipped into the warm water, its body adapting instantly to the new environment.
Elara, with her eyes closed, was lost in the peace of her bath, her mind wandering through lines of code and future projects. But then, she felt something. A peculiar sensation, a slight disturbance in the water that felt too intentional to be just a ripple. Her eyes snapped open just as the alien began its exploration, its soft, pliable body finding the warmth between her legs.
The initial sensation was one of confusion, followed by an intense stimulation she hadn’t prepared for. The alien’s skin was both firm and yielding, and as it entered her, it began to change, adapting to her inner shape in a way that was both alien and incredibly intimate.
Elara’s grip tightened on the bath’s edge, her body responding with a mix of shock and pleasure. The creature’s movements inside her were exploratory, yet they seemed to know just how to stimulate, its texture shifting from smooth to slightly ridged, igniting nerves she seldom acknowledged.
Her breath became ragged, moans escaping her as she lost control over her reactions. The alien seemed to revel in its new environment, moving with a purpose that was both alien and strangely considerate of her responses.
This encounter was the antithesis of her controlled, solitary life. Here, in the warmth of her bath, Elara was experiencing an intimacy that transcended human connection, an experience that was both terrifying and liberating.
As the alien continued its dance within her, Elara’s mind raced between fear, curiosity, and a sensation of pleasure so profound it bordered on spiritual. Her body, which had been so disciplined in its isolation, was now a conduit for this otherworldly connection.
When the creature finally settled, finding its temporary home within her, Elara lay back, her heart pounding, her mind a tumult of thoughts.
The days following the alien’s arrival had been a revelation for Elara. The creature had seemingly made a home within her, an experience that was both disconcerting and oddly comforting. It would occasionally move, sending shivers of thrill through her body, but for the most part, it lay dormant, providing a constant feeling of fullness—a sensation her previous lovers, with their disappointingly small dicks, had never managed to give her.
One morning, Elara was engaged in a video conference with five of her colleagues, initially exchanging pleasantries before delving into work matters. Five minutes into the discussion, she felt the alien shift inside her. Maintaining her composure, she continued to nod and contribute to the conversation, even as the creature moved more emphatically this time.
The alien then wriggled, turned, and pulsed, expanding slightly within her. Elara fought to keep her face neutral as waves of pleasure began to build, threatening to shatter her professional demeanor. Her colleagues, absorbed in their screens, remained oblivious to her inner turmoil.
As the sensations intensified, the alien’s movements inadvertently pushed Elara towards an orgasm. She felt it coming, a tidal wave of ecstasy that could undo her at any moment. In a fleeting moment, her eyes rolled back, a gesture not lost on Samantha, one of her female colleagues.
“Elara, are you okay?” Samantha asked, her concern breaking through the work talk.
Elara, focusing hard, replied, “I’m just feeling a little off today,” her voice steady despite the storm of pleasure inside her. All eyes turned to her now, just as the orgasm swept through her like a powerful gust. She shivered, biting her lip, managing to hide the true nature of her reaction behind a facade of illness. As her body responded, she felt the undeniable trickle of arousal escaping her.
Samantha, misinterpreting Elara’s shiver, suggested, “Maybe you should go lie down for a bit.”
Elara quickly agreed, her face flushed with more than just embarrassment. “Yes, I think that’s a good idea. I’ll be back online later,” she managed to say before ending the call, closing her laptop, and making her way to the bedroom, her legs shaky from the unexpected climax.
As Elara stumbled into her bedroom, the alien within her began to move with a vengeance. Her knees gave out under the relentless stimulation, and she moaned loudly, barely managing to catch herself on the bed. “You little fucker,” she hissed through gritted teeth, the shock of having just orgasmed in front of her colleagues still fresh in her mind.
The alien didn’t relent; it shifted within her, pushing her back onto the bed with a force that made her yell out. It spun like a whirlpool inside her, each twist and turn sending bolts of pleasure through her pussy.
“Fuck! What the hell are you doing to me?” Elara screamed, her voice a cocktail of anger, ecstasy, and disbelief. The alien tortured her with an intensity that left her breathless. It would expand, stretching her cunt in ways she’d never experienced, then contract, only to start the cycle anew. Each movement was like a cruel, exquisite stroke directly on her G-spot, then her clit from within, driving her to the edge of insanity.
“Goddamn you, stop!” she moaned, her hands clawing at the sheets as if she could tear them apart. Her body was wracked with orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense, making her scream profanities she’d never uttered in her life. “You fucking piece of alien shit, you’re going to break me!”
The creature seemed to delight in her torment, its movements becoming more complex, teasing her to the brink, then pulling back just enough to let her catch her breath before diving back in with renewed vigor. Her pussy was a throbbing mess, leaking with her arousal, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Elara’s curses filled the room, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her cries. She was caught in a loop of pleasure so intense it was almost painful, her body convulsing with each new wave. The alien seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to move to elicit the most visceral reactions from her.
As the minutes dragged on, her protests turned into incoherent moans, her words lost in the heat of the moment. “You’re going to fucking destroy me,” she gasped out, her mind fogging with ecstasy. The sensations blurred together, each orgasm blending into the next until she didn’t know where one ended and another began.
Then, during her final, earth-shattering orgasm, something unprecedented happened. A powerful gush of liquid escaped her, squirting out in a way she had never experienced before. The relief was delectable, a release so profound it brought tears to her eyes. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed, half in shock, half in awe, as her body convulsed with the intensity of this new pleasure.
The alien’s movements slowed but didn’t cease entirely, each gentle shift now a reminder of its presence, akin to a soft, persistent pulse in her now sensitive pussy. Elara lay there, drenched in sweat and her own fluids, her body still trembling from the ordeal, her cunt swollen and pulsing with aftershocks.
“You… you made me squirt,” she whispered, her voice weak and raspy from the screaming. The room was silent except for her labored breathing and the faint sound of her wetness against the sheets as she tried to regain some semblance of control.
In this moment of vulnerability, Elara realized that her life would never be the same. This alien wasn’t just inhabiting her; it was redefining her, forcing her to confront parts of her sexuality and self that had lain dormant. Whether it would be her undoing or the beginning of something entirely new remained to be seen, but one thing was clear: she was no longer the Elara she once knew.
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By HanSolo
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