Smut

“you write good smut, mine,” she tells me after reading something I was twiddling over. “I’d like to see more. It’s made me wiggly.”

I groan. Smut sometimes is easy to write, but not always.

Is this even any good?


“You are filled with vampire venom,” Spitfire told me as I laid naked on the medic table. She was running scans on me and had been for hours.

“Is there anything you can do?” I cringed in pain, rolling onto my side, as my insides rebelled again. I was hungry. I needed him. He had destroyed everything I cared for, and yet, the thought of his touch was arousing me.

“There is a couple of things I can do,” the blue alien’s voice shifted in tone and pitch as she spoke quickly to others of her kind. “Yes, I agree. There are two ways we can work on expelling the venom…”

“What are those?” I asked foolishly. I could see several containment tubes and more in her medical bay. I sat up, not wanting to be tubed, and promptly felt my world spin.

“The tubes are one option,” she helped me regain my balance even as I stayed sitting on the medic table. “I would prefer a more natural injection. The tubes tend to be, painful, and have had unpleasant side effects.”

“Side effects?” My world spun around for me as she caught me again. I forced my stomach back into position as she waited for me to open my eyes.

“The tubes have had terminal side effects. I would not recommend them.”

“What would you recommend, then?”

“A personal approach. I would use my organic probe to inject specialized nanites into your system through your main docking port for genetic data input.”

I blinked and shook my head for a second, trying to understand what Spitfire said, “you want to stick something in my vagina and use that to deliver nanites to me?”

“Affirmative,” she replied and opened up her gown. Where her bare mound had been earlier today, a phallic blue probe, with the same speckles patterning her skin, appeared as if from nowhere.

I pulled away from her. “You want to have sex with me? You’re female. At least I thought you were female!”

“I asked you to give me your trust,” a blue hand took mine as she pressed my knuckles to her lips. “My race does not have ‘male’ and ‘female’ as yours does. We have females, and gynoids, but nothing “male’ such as those found in your species.”

“Gynoid?” My eyes flick downwards as I stare at her glistening probe. There was a drop glistening on the top. She had been literally holding my hand for days, ever since the club burned down. “I trust you.”

Her lips found mine, as her hands lifted my legs up and opened me to her probe. I looked down and watched as the blue spear found it’s target and slid into me. I couldn’t help but moan.

I have spent my adult life engaging in the game of pleasure with men. I was found by the vampire, and he took delight in playing with me and making me his orgasmic puppet. What this gynoid did to me – this blue alien, sank her probe into my flesh and I was stretched by her girth. I was immediately overwhelmed with the sensations, as her lips explored my neck. She wrapped her arms around me and lifted me off the table so that I sank lower onto her shaft.

She walked, holding me up and pumping in and out with each step. It was all I could do to not orgasm. I tasted her skin, expecting salt and sweat, and got sweet instead. I attempted to climb her body, trying not to fall back onto her shaft, but she held me firm.

The next thing I knew, the bed I had woken up on earlier was rising to greet my back. I started to whimper, and whine, unable to stop vocalizing as the angle she entered me changed.

When I felt the first of several pulses along her shaft, my toes curled, and I let out a scream as her heat struck home.

Eventually, I looked up at her, once my breathing was back to normal. I could tell she was still as firm as she had been when she first entered me. If anything, she had gotten firmer and thicker.

“That was the first injection,” she said, moving inside of me still. I moaned. She had not gone flaccid like a human would have.

“First?”

“Affirmative. The nanites will require reinfusion in order to combat the venom and produce a suitably strong anti-venom.”

“How many injections?” She was still on top of me, pressing me down into the bed. She moved in and out of me slowly, and I could feel my desire rise.

“As many,” she trailed kisses down my chest to a nipple, “as are needed.”

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