2 comments/ 13219 views/ 13 favorites Lira's Accounts Ch. 01 By: blackjack343 The harsh, repetitive blaring of Lira's alarm burst her from her pleasant dream free from worry, and back into her tiny, damp little flat. Her bed was trash, covered in blankets and pillows that fit no real aesthetic and instead simply served as a barrier between her and the cold of mid-winter Edinburgh air. Lira climbed from her little pocket of warmth and flew across the room to where she had thrown down her dressing gown the night before. She pulled it on, over her cold, exposed skin, and pushed through the door for breakfast. After some beans and the last of her bread, she sat at her laptop with no motivation to write and no commissions lined up that she had any intention of writing. She eventually resorted to emailing her old boss, Julian, to see if he had anything she could take on. Please, she wrote. I'm slightly desperate. Assuming she wouldn't get a response, Lira began to get dressed, finally getting out of her soft pyjama bottoms and halfway into some jeans when her laptop pinged at her. Lira, how desperate are you? I have one subject here - no one else has taken it. There's an attachment outlining what you'd have to do, it's all arranged, we just need someone who's free for a few months. You'd get paid for each update, and then a cut of what we sell. Take a look, Julian Lira had a read through the attachment and, after a little deliberation in the freezing cold, realised she had literally nothing to lose. She scraped her touch-wall and enlarged the attachment up to a large size, letting her get a good look at her first assignment. She was to be meeting something called a Polysmyth. 'Sounds fun,' she mused, knowing it was the best she was likely to get. She sent Julian a confirmation email, and got to research. - Julians directions sent her to a small hotel outside the city. There was a little, ill-looking man inside counting his credits behind the check-in post. He smiled to her in a way that made her know he knew why she was here. 'Lira Caller?' he asked. His voice sounded filtered, as though it was passing through a phone first. she looked closer - he was a hologram. The real man was probably upstairs, in his own room, where there was no risk of being robbed by angry customers. 'Checking in,' she replied. She scanned her card on the pad on the bar. It beeped at her - she had paid for her one-night booking. On Julian, of course. 'Second floor, room twelve. Enjoy.' She gave him a small smile and made her way to the room. The hotel was decorated with small ornaments, mirrors and photographs of seemingly random people. It wasn't particularly welcoming, but it was one of the few places in the near area willing to provide these services. She came to room 12 - the door was large and round, perfectly accommodating for a Polysmyth. She took another look at the hallway and at how awful the decoration was, and pushed inside. The room, however, was much more anonymous than the rest of the hotel had been. Slick, silver decor dotted the room, but the centrepiece was - of course - the bed. It was large, built for a human couple, and hovered slightly off the ground with magnets. That'll keep the noise down at least, Lira thought to herself. She checked the time - it was just gone 8pm. The Polysmyth was going to be here in an hour, giving her enough time to wash and tidy herself up, and set up the camera. First I should shower, she decided, and she dumped her small bag on the floor. The bathroom was just like the rest of her room - slick and silver. Towels were provided. 'Nice,' she commented, before stripping from her jeans and t-shirt and turning on the shower. The water was freezing, so she stayed out for a moment, letting it heat up. 'You're gonna be on camera,' she told herself. 'But only you will see it. It's just for reference. Remember that. Nothing else. No one has to even know you did it.' Insecurity, however, took hold as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her breasts fell in a way she didn't like, so she pushed her chest out. Better, she commented. I'll do this. Her stomach was mostly flat, with a small bump as her body slipped down to her mound. Her arse, now that she liked. It was plump, well-practised from all of the sitting she did at home, and fed nicely into her shapely legs. Lira looked at herself in the eye, focusing on the deep, encompassing brown of her eyes. 'No one has to know you filmed it.' With that, Lira nodded and stepped into the shower. The water washed over her, darkening her hair and slickening her body. You don't know what this Polysmyth will be like, she told herself as she used shower gel to wash her skin, rubbing it in slowly. It might not know to... warm you up. With this vague motivation, Lira allowed her legs to part and for her fingers to slip downwards, stroking the V above her mound, teasing herself. As she felt the heat run through her, she moved lower, parting the lips of her labia and stroking the slit of her opening. Lira enjoyed the feeling of water trickling across her fingers as she touched herself, the warmth giving her a lovely buzz, willing her to go further. She resisted, knowing she should save it for her companion, however that exchange may go. Finished with her wash, Lira have herself small teases to keep herself aroused, and thought at length about the prospect of fucking a non-human life form... It was something she knew people did. It was early days of inter-species contact, so carnal relations between consenting, of-age alien species was not a publicly well-documented event. Her job was to help change that. Plus, it meant a pay check. - When nine o'clock came, she was ready. The camera was in place, she was dressed in shape-hugging clothes (no need to be self conscious at this point), and she had been giving herself small touches and moments of trout to keep herself horny for the last hour. There were three knocks at the door, and she rose from the bed to let in her soon-to-be lover. What a strange thought. She opened the door to see what she had only seen in pictures during her research - a large, pulsating ball of flesh with large pores all over it's dark pink skin. It held itself off the floor using three tentacles that came out from three separate pores on it's underbelly. She smiled, heart now racing. Admit it, she thought. You're looking forward to this. She moved aside, inviting it in. 'I'm Lira,' she said, introducing herself. The Polysmyth looked at her with one open pore, facing her. Although she could see no eye, she knew that was how it saw. It could speak, too - according to her research. 'Do you speak English?' she asked it. 'I do,' it said, the voice coming from the pore it saw from. What an odd biological design. 'My name is Helthoh - shall we proceed?' Lira closed the door and nodded. She showed Helthoh to the bed and, in a moment of bravery, lay down. 'Take me,' she said, enjoying the opportunity to do this without fear - she was safe with the camera. Plus she was still horny as hell. The Polysmyth opened more pores, allowing more tentacles to emerge. It lurched over the bed, hovering above her. From a pore came a tentacle that moved to her face, leaving a small trail of slime as it stroked her chin. She kissed it, and the thing shivered. 'Sensitive,' Helthoh explained simply. It moved to her mouth again, and she kissed it again. It shivered again, seeming to enjoy the sensation. She felt her abdomen be lifted by two tentacles as they moved around her. One moved under her and pulled at her jeans, tugging them down. She bit her lip as she was stripped, suspended in mid-air by the Polysmyth's strong tentacles. Two tentacles moved to her wrists, holding them sturdy, but not painfully, behind her back. Her ankles were pulled apart, leaving her exposed to the fleshy ball as it swung down to meet her. It took a breath, the air moving in and out if the pore closest to her. She could feel the rush of air against her lips as it breathed out, making it her turn to shiver. A tentacle brushed her breast, and she pushed her chest out as she had planned, allowed the Polysmyth to cup one breast with it's arm. The tentacle seemed to break at the end, opening up and encompassing her breast, swallowing it whole. She moaned as the tentacle sucked lightly on her entire breast, and yelped as the sensation of light suckling hit her nipple from within. Lira made sure to smile, ensuring to Helthoh that she wasn't in pain, and in response he did the same to her other breast. A tentacle moved out from under her and pressed against her slick opening and, with a moan of delight, began to push inside her. More tentacles seemed to move around her, coming out of the many pores in the aliens skin, only to massage her back as the head of the one inside her pushed deeper, slowly weaving in until it pressed against her cervix. She gave a satisfied moan. 'Fuck me,' she said, not knowing if it knew what to do. 'In and out - please?' Without hesitation the tentacle began to move almost completely out, then slamming back into her cervix. She screamed out as she was fucked relentlessly, thrashin, writhing in Helthoh's many arms as she felt a strong orgasm build within. A tentacle moved to her mouth, and only as she opened her eyes to accept it did she notice the entire thing had begun vibrating, including the part of it currently plowing her cervix. She groaned, letting the tentacle slide into her mouth, sucking it and licking it from inside her mouth as much as possible. The taste was sweet - almost addictive. She didn't give half a thought to that, however, as her body started to convulse as her first orgasm of the night wracked her. Her head jerked, pushing the tentacle in her mouth into her throat without an issue, and her hips bucked against the tentacle, riding the orgasm out for as long as she could make it last. Helthoh slowed his thrusting eventually, letting Lira come down from her orgasm, though the aftershocks kept moving through her for a while afterward. 'Good?' Helthoh asked. 'Very good,' Lira replied as she was lowered back onto the bed. 'I did research,' Helthoh said. 'There is many ways a human may have intercourse... I will try several.' Several? Lira thought as Helthoh flipped her over, onto her face, and pushing her face into the bedsheet. Her hips were brought up and her knees spread as a tentacle ran up her slit, bringing a low moan from Lira as she adjusted to the new position. Tentacles reclaimed their positions in her breasts, nibble her nipples as they pulled lightly in her mounds as a whole, while the one sliding against her clit kept pace. Another orgasm quickly started to build as she moaned into the pillows, hoping the camera got every last second - she wanted to relive this at some point. One tentacle dipped into her pussy for only a second, only for it to pull out quickly and then slide up to her tighter hole. Lira's eyes shot open as the word 'several' found meaning, and the thick tentacle pushed it's way into her virgin anus, stretching her poor hole as she screamed into the bed. Her muffled cries were met by a second tentacle entering her pussy, Helthoh obviously getting greedy about what he could get out of his human companion's anatomy. As she was fucked deep and slow in both her holes, Lira started to lose sight of the pain as it turned into pure pleasure. Her tighter hole became accustomed to the slimy intruder, allowing her to enjoy the sensation of being more full than she had ever been before. Her second orgasm wracked through her, but Helthoh didn't pause for a second. In fact, once the orgasm had passed, he became fast and more forceful, grinding a tentacle into her sensitive, enjorged clit as her breast and nipples were played with and her pussy and anus were fucked into a third and fourth orgasm. As the fifth built Lira could feel herself starting to blackout from the pleasure - she couldn't take it any more. But the fucking was so good, and she was so willing to be taken like this for hours if she could, so she kept bucking against his thick tentacles as they slid rhythmically into her, the one in her lousy grundjng against her cervix and the one in her anus deeper than she had ever felt anything before. The orgasm was on it's way as Helthoh slowed, becoming more focused and wary than the royal fucking she had gotten used to. She almost thought he was done until the tentacle against her cervix pushed hard, painfully hard, until it popped through into her womb. She let out a loud yell as it did, feeling like she was loosing her virginity all over again as Helthoh began to fuck her, through her vagina and directly into her womb. She pushed herself up, rolling on her head so she could see under her belly and - to both her horror and her absolutely pleasure - she could see the tentacle fucking her through her skin as it plowed through her. It looked like it was going to burst through, but it felt so good and she was so full of this alien's protrusions that, as the tentacle in her anus started again, just as deep, her fifth and final orgasm hit her. She screamed, feeling Helthoh speed up and match her bucking mid-organs hips as she came hard. Helthoh's tentacles seemed to swell, filling her further and prolonging her cumming, until they exploded inside her. She felt her womb be directly injected with hot, thick liquid that actuat made her stomach swell under the pressure of the amount of alien cum being poured into her. The same amount was emptied into her anus, moving up into her intestines as she felt the cumming tentacle move deeper and deeper until she couldn't feel it anymore. All she could feel was a pressure in her stomach, and then the liquid push up her throat. She spat it out, still just trying to stay awake from the orgasm, when she felt it - the tentacle moving up her throat. Before she had a chance to say anything it was filling her mouth from inside and spraying the bed sheet in thick, white-blue cum from her mouth. As incredible as being completely impaled felt, Lira started to feel her eyes roll and the darkness come in at the sides of her vision. The last thing she experienced was the feeling of the tentacles retracting, and of we body feeling strangely empty, before she lost consciousness.