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Krite's Earthly Fantasy Ch. 01

By: Howbizarre



WARNING: This story focuses on explicit descriptions of an alien's sexual encounters that may at times be nonconsensual and introduce pain, horror, and peril as well as action, laughs, and pleasure. They are contextual to the story, but may be too intense for some. If you are not a fan of or wish not to be exposed to such material, please take that into account before proceeding. Reader's discretion is advised.

That having been said, if you enjoy extreme escapist erotica with lots of surprises, I have high hopes you will have a good time reading.

(All characters are above 18)

#Please leave a comment, be it positive or negative, as I am new here and can use the feedback: opinions, criticism, advice, or any kind of help at all!#

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KRITE AND HIS EARTHLY FANTASY
Chapter 1: ADVENTURE ON FORBIDDEN ISLAND
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It was a clear hot muggy summer night in the streets of a rundown area of downtown Detroit, USA. Up above, a strange meteor looking ball of blue flame streaked across the sky and finally slammed down into a trash strewn alley leaving a smoldering hole in the pavement. 

Amidst the smoke and flames emerged a floating five foot spherical fleshy pink blob. His antennae swiveled as he directed his ears around and one huge eye peered about lustfully. Under his eye were two slanted nostrils and a big wide lipped mouth containing snaggly teeth. Below there he had two tiny barely functional arms; also, between them was fastened a small utility pouch. From underneath the fiend emerged all four of his long slithering tentacles, pretty thin until at the ends where each one had a gleaming, monstrously sized penis. Krite the tentacle monster was on the scene.

He examined the area and noted the opening to the dimly lit street as he began hovering over to get a better look.

With a gravelly and raucous masculine voice, he uttered. "Alright, I'm gonna find me some ass to smash."

Krite was an unparalleled legend among his kind, having banged intelligent females of damn near every civilization across the Milky Way Galaxy. He was here on Earth for the first time. The monster had downloaded extensive information, including media and the language and culture. He studied it comprehensively over his long trip. He was fascinated by them and often daydreamed of putting himself in a male human's shoes and experiencing things through their eyes. He was excited to explore his fantasies with the locals.

If there was one thing Krite loved, it was being inside women. He lived for it. If he wasn't balls deep in it, he was looking for it. In fact, He didn't even need to eat or drink. How he survives is, first off, he naturally releases pheromones that make the female sex drive soar. In turn, he sustains himself by absorbing the heightened sexual energy through their bodily fluids, draining away their life force. As he feeds, he gets stronger. At this moment, he was as starving as he had ever been to dive in.

He rounded the corner of one of the big downtown buildings and saw a homeless guy in tattered clothes, sitting against the bricked wall and hugging a half empty bottle of booze. Krite heard him snoring. The tentacle fiend had a long trip through space and he was so horny he just about started going to town on the poor fellow right there, but Krite wasn't here for some nasty old bum. This monster had his standards and his tastes were specific. He was here to dive into some sweet females. Krite turned and floated on down the street in search of a prize he could sink his massive rippling ends into.

It was just after Midnight. The tentacled predator floated along a few more streets, but it seemed like a barren ghost town. He was about to give up and try another drop from space. As he came to the corner of the next cross street and glimpsed around it, his eye popped widely open. Krite smiled and drooled at the feast laid before him.

Over by a steaming manhole cover, in front of a closed salon under a street lamp, were four scantily clad young ladies loitering about the sidewalk. There was a tall skinny blonde bombshell with diamond earrings in a tight white slip dress; a petite blue bikini wearing Asian girl with a tiny waist and a nice plump, yet, properly proportioned ass; a green eyed brunette in a flashy top and mini skirt with high heels and great legs that ran smoothly right up towards the honey hole; and a dirty bar slut looking red head, smoking a cigarette in a cowboy hat and daisy dukes with a pair of some of the biggest enormous bouncy melons he had ever laid eyes upon. Krite damn near exploded all over the place right there on the spot.

The monster licked his lips and thought, "You gotta be shittin me, look at these bitches, fuck yeah! Jackpot!".

The numbers were a perfect match and he was getting four hardons as he beheld the view. He silently hovered in toward the girls that were apparently distracted, chatting and giggling over each others company. As he got closer, his pheromones graced their olfactory systems and each of them began creaming their panties.

Just as they began to notice him and turn their heads, Krite lunged forward. "Ladies, ladies! How the hell are ya!", He quipped with a perverted grin. "My name is Krite, and I'm gonna fuck you just right!". Apparently under his spell, each of them just gawked and nodded absently as they idolized his gargantuan pricks. The red head even dropped her daisy duke's right down to her cowgirl boots on the spot.

Their mouths opened even wider to gasp as Krite poked the tips of his giant purple headed warriors, right past their perfumed panties, just inside all four of their quivering mounds of love pudding. His cocks began secreting his special toxic pre-cum juices into their warm moist pussies. Fast acting, it partially paralyzes his victims so he can take his time while they stick around for him to feed.

The girls foiled to the ground with barely enough strength left to squirm. Though his pheromones were wafting, his cocks were monstrously large and punishing. Krite squinted his eye in euphoric relief. So very long it had been. After the bleak travel through the desolation of outer space, now he was wrapped up inside four of the best feeling slippery sperm hotels he had ever checked into.

He began thinking "Wow...fucking-A-right...I imagined Earth girl pussy was good but...son of a...holy fucking shit, yes! Oooh yeah! Give...me...that...PUSSY!"

Krite exited and used his dextrous ends to drag all of their panties down completely out of the way before tossing them aside. He started happily edging back into each one of these fine pieces of ass. His size made them feel especially tight. In his newly discovered opinion, human pussy was the best he had come across, and he was somewhat of an authority on the subject.

Taking his time to enjoy his test run, he subtly and shallowly slid in and out, able to experience each of their pink honey pots at the same time. He could already tell he was on his way to blowing the hugest loads of his life and squirting these girls down. Something peculiar was coming on though. While performing his restrained initial sample, he began to feel something curious on the shaft of one of his ends. He peered about trying to come out of the fog of his elation.

"It couldn't be the brunette, she is as weak a piece of ass as any I ever came across." Great pussy aside, the brunette was a real disappointing push over. She dropped like a stone and completely passed out immediately, he had fully absorbed her life force. She was at least a commemorative first conquest on Earth none the less. The other three girls, however, were slowly writhing under his spell in a mix of pain and pleasure. After clearing his head, he finally tracked down the culprit.

It was the Asian girl. His other cocks exited and went idle as he investigated the rice fed babe with pleasure. Appearing to be in her late teens to early twenties, she looked like a Pacific islander that spent her days on the beach, especially with her deep set olive tan and the blue bikini she was wearing. She had gorgeous dark brown Asian eyes, straight raven colored hair, and some pouty lavender lips that seemed bred for slurping down his sugar cane...not to mention that fine ass, it was just off the charts, absolutely a rare treasure.

Inside of her juicy cooch, Krite felt some pressure building near the entry point of her snatch. It felt fantastic, he was getting lost in utter appreciation of this hot ass Asian's tropical muffin. The pressure was building and building. It was so luscious, it was getting to be too much. He knew it wouldn't be long and he would be dumping buckets of nut juice all up inside of this beach babe. Something wasn't quite right though, just inside her entrance. It was sharp and jagged, emerging and clamping down on his cock with intent. It felt like...It was teeth!

"What the fuck!?" Krite screeched. "what in the hell is this shit! Ow you fucking bitch, what are you doing!?". Even though they were not like human teeth; they were sharp and pointy like a reptiles; it actually didn't hurt that bad. His space monster love muscles were heavy duty tools that could ignore it and still enjoy the rewards. It was, however, curious that as much as he studied Earth, he knew nothing of it.

The Asian girl craned her head up a bit, scarcely able to move much with the fiend's toxins having taken their hold.

She looked to him appearing dazed, fearful, and in awe before attempting to squeeze out some words through the heavy panting from the supreme intrusion she had been receiving. In a high pitched girly voice, she said, "Wow, that was outlandish. Such a gratifying gigantic screw, yet at the same time, a nightmarish log jam. For a second there, I felt like I was about to die." She lingered on the notion seeming lost for a moment.

The fear and confusion began washing away from her face. In fact, she appeared to grow down right spiteful about Krite's enormous donkey like dick having been savagely stretching her sweet little water lily. What ever the case, Krite was impressed with her limited resistance to his paralyzing agent. He had never stumbled upon any victim that could think clearly enough to say anything other than asking him to keep going or begging him to stop, depending on whether his pheromones or the pain held greater sway.

Coming to her senses, the Asian girl inspected him and announced, "You are a bit forward, don't you think? You know, a simple hello wouldn't be a bad way to greet someone." She rubbed the back of her wrist across her eyes still trying to gather herself before continuing to speak. "I wasn't quite ready for you, you're pretty sneaky." She paused to catch her breath. "Well, I have news for you, now I am ready and I'm no ordinary female. Oh, and since you asked, What I am doing is biting off your meat popsicle you vile son of a bitch!"

With that, she gritted the teeth in her mouth just as she gritted the carnivorous teeth in her surprising snapper. She brought the fucking vice grips down on his schlong with quickness.

Krite grimaced and yelped. "Yeow, fucking...ooohooo! Oh you fucking whore!"

She was really putting the squeeze on him. The teeth were dutifully working toward breaking the skin, but without success. An Earth man's bone would have already been cleaved right off, but Krite's salami pole was so damn big and hard she didn't even accomplish something close to a paper cut. His yelp was a bit of an overreaction due to surprise as he had never experienced this particular phenomena before. In fact, the squeeze enhanced her pussy making it tighter than ever, causing him to swell up even more.

He doubted this small Earth girl could put him in any real jeopardy, but her tempting Asian box was no longer the unthreatening pleasure palace it once was. Considering her gnawing persuasion, her cooch was not an ideal place to be hanging around. At this time he did something he had never done; Krite contemplated retreating from some pussy before he finished fucking it.

He thought carefully about the situation. Her peach of an ass was still driving him wild. From what he had tasted so far, she was the fuck of a lifetime. On the other hand having just arrived on Earth and with many years of pussy pounding ahead of him, he could side with caution. Krite dwelled on it and realized she wasn't doing much more than tickling him with her pussy teeth. She couldn't even get a grip on him, it was good smooth sailing shallowly sliding back and forth.

He got one more look at her round bottom and ultimately decided to go for it, thinking "I have been around this galaxy and destroyed thousands of females, I can more than handle this puny bitch. I'm not gonna let this upstart tart that is used to dealing with these tiny Earthling pencil dicks ruin my good time. Fuck her, literally!"

He matter of factly suggested "Hey, you little bird of paradise. I'm sure you can tell you aren't getting anywhere with those teeth. Now before you waste any time getting your hopes up and then get heartbroken, here is the news. Just relax and after I fuck you're brains out, I'm gonna jackhammer your mudhole." He insincerely added, "Then get you a box of chocolates or some fucking flowers or whatever you human chicks dig. You know, romance you a bit, make your final moments special and then I'll polish you off. Whad'ya say?" He smiled raunchily letting his forked tongue hang out to the side.

She arched a perturbed brow and shook her head, speaking with a disapproving but sprightly tone. "Not a chance. Here is the deal. I'm going to ask you nicely to turn around and leave right now, never to return; that, and you need to start treating women with respect! Get permission before you intoxicate them and stick your dick in 'em, you sick motherfucker! If you ever try to pull this shit with another unsuspecting girl again, there will be consequences. Do you understand me?"

The monster bursted out laughing as he was endlessly amused. "Sorry, honey, no can do, nice try. I already know you can't hurt me so it's a bit late to bluff. You might have gotten away with it before, but now that you've shown your cards, this is gonna happen, you'll just have to accept that and be satisfied with it."

The Asian girl turned slightly to the side and put her hands down on the pavement to brace herself in doggy style as she looked over her shoulder at Krite. 

She glared into his eye maliciously. "I'll be satisfied with nothing less than your severed cock on a silver platter, you disgusting perverted blob!"

With the grace of a feline, the hot heaving Islander twisted herself into position, arching her back and tiny waist; perking her rear side upward toward the sky and showing him that perfectly round olive ass with her puckered Pacific rim winking at him from the middle...and then...

*CHOMP*

...her painfully powerful pussy jaws snapped down on Krite's engorged rocket as she successfully sank only the very tips of a few teeth beneath his flesh. Krite may have underestimated just how strong this petite Islander's snatch was. She was digging in with enthusiastic force. Although Krite wasn't overly impressed with what he considered an inneffectual attack, she had managed to pierce a few insignificant holes in the leathery outer layer of his hard shaft and cut a bit toward the delicate innards.

As good as this pussy was, and he couldn't remember ever having any better, the Asian girl's determination meant she might be more of a danger to him than he had originally suspected. It was considered gutless and emasculating among his kind if you needed more than one tentacle to subdue a single female so he needed to come up with another scheme.

Krite's mind started churning as he tried to figure this whole thing out. "...Being so petite, I can't imagine she could be anything more than harmless. I could see it was a strenuous effort just for her to accomplish that minimal breach; not to mention, such a small bitch couldn't possibly have much if any strength left after that exertion...and this pussy is so splendid, peerless even among my crowning achievements. I can't pass up a unique prize like this, I may never get another shot at her. I know exactly how to tame this munchkin. I'll just start fucking her real hard and sap what little vigor she has left right out of her."

After being a bit on the fence about how to proceed, Krite caught a glimpse of her looking back in worry. At that moment he dropped the hammer and went in with confidence; fully plummeting his humongous extremity into her enticing juicy wet pussy, determined to enact his plan. Following the monumental impact, the invaded Asian babe squealed robustly. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped gaggingly before her head dropped down. 

Krite released a deep grunt of total ecstacy. "Ahhhhhhh, yes!"

Accompanying the force of his thick assault, the sultry Asian's teeth receded, retreating entirely back and harmlessly into their home. Now with those out of the way, the sensation was absolutely enthralling. It was so warm and moist in there. Her forbidden savory squeezed passion fruit pussy enveloped him and he was wholly swept away to her joyous Island of paradise.

He was on a beautiful sandy beach with rock formations and palm trees. He took on a human form and stretched out to soak up the energy of the sunshine. The cresting waves lapped onto the shore while a refreshing misty ocean spray breeze blew in. He came to his feet and set forth to explore. He burrowed through the tropical resort and came upon a wooden fence with a blue sign that said, in bold capital letters, "EXOTIC RAIN FOREST OF WONDERS". Under that in smaller writing was "no trespassing: violators will be prosectuted". He ignored the second part and hopped right over.

Just as he apexed the fence, his human form took on more definition. He was a tall muscular brute of a savage man with wild nappy hair wearing nothing but a loin cloth; a large bone knife strapped to his side. He landed in a squating position and peered about with a heavy brow.

It was steamy and humid as dew was drizzling from the leaves above and somehow he just felt great in here, as if he was born for this environment and there was no place he would rather be. He could hear birds chirping and snakes hissing among other various strange unknown animal and insect noises. Stepping over and ducking through the vegetation, he stumbled upon a small gently flowing river. He curiously inched ahead and stood on his toes, leaning forward as he glanced about investigating the murky waters.

Suddenly, from beneath the water's surface, a crocodile sprang forth! It lunged at him jaws wide and snapped as he caught it by the mouth with his bare hands. Both of them where sent plummeting into the water. He held his breath wrestling the reptile. Soon his back was against the river bottom. With the brute's hands still resisting in its mouth, the crocodile pressed forward and its jaws were closing around his head.

The savage quickly slipped to the side, wrapping his bulging muscular arms around its neck. The croc began spinning into a death roll attempting to wind him up and drown him. Bubbles began escaping from the wild haired brute's mouth. His lungs were nearly out of breath. He reached to his side and grabbed his huge bone knife before plunging it into the croc's skull. He let go and watched the dangerous creature fall still before it drifted harmlessly down stream.

The savage emerged from the surface, flinging water everywhere and gasping for air. He wiped his face with his hands and waded, stepping back up onto land. The wild haired man knelt down and cupped his hands, scooping water to his mouth. As he drank, he noticed it tasted like a woman and it revitalized him. Wanting to find the more concentrated source, he followed upstream along the riverbank. It wasn't long before he discovered a secret hiding place where, through a screen of fern leaves, an obscured figure was seen standing nude in a thigh high natural pool.


Krite's Earthly Fantasy Ch. 01



He brushed the foliage out of the way and there she was under a misty rainbow...his Asian Island queen presiding over her realm. Her head and soaking wet raven hair tilted back as a waterfall was cascading down over her and spattering from her full lips. She brought her hands to her neck and then ran them along her tanned skin, around her dark nippled breasts, sinking into her tiny waist, and then down resting them on her hips near her perfect ass.

She looked to him sensually and extended an arm, then a finger beckoning him forth with a seductive smile. The brute darted for her, splashing into the pool, but she spryly stepped to the side just before he reached her. It left him flying face first into the water. She laughed and playfully bounced away. Dripping wet and jiggling, she hoisted herself to land.

The frisky energetic islander took off running down a path and the wild haired hunter chased after as she lured him deeper into her rain forest of wonders. Though she had vanished from sight, she left a sweetly fragrant trail that smelled like an intoxicating rare exotic flower, it was irresistable and aided him in tracking her down.

Once again in view, he sped up and lunged for her but missed as she deftly dodged out of the way, sending him tumbling. The brute sprang back to his feet and pivoted toward her. The high spirited Asian babe looked over her shoulder teasingly with a giggle as he pursued. The loin clothed man closed in on her with hasty resolve and pounced, athletically tackling her to the ground as he captured his prey. He rolled her over on her back and pressed her wrists to the jungle floor as she looked to him with aroused eyes, panting through an open smile.

She tilted a hand and pointed upward as she adoringly whispered, "take me up high, I wanna do it in the tree tops."

The wild haired muscular man simply grunted in response as he knew not how to speak. He swept her under his arm, then climbed up a tree and grabbed a vine, swinging through on one after another as she pointed and guided him. Finally they arrived at the biggest highest limb with a large surface in the tallest tree at the center of the island where her throne was; a crown woven from roses sitting upon it.

Wasting no time, he leaned her back along a slanted limb and followed close in. The deep breathing open mouthed lustful queen gazed at him with eyes of anxiety; preparing to receive his massive manhood as he beared down upon her. He entered her succulent juicy cunt and began stabbing forward repeatedly, smashing her against the limb and reveling in her pained but salacious heavy moans as he looked to her impassioned begging eyes. She wrapped one arm around his lower back and the other grasped a stray branch bracing herself. Their boiling hot bodies rapidly crashed into each other as leaves were shaking loose and falling past. Both of them became drenched in sweat as his queen wailed away in an agonized ecstacy.

The savage hunter eventually pushed himself away, settling upon his knees. He then yanked her by her arm, spinning her about and commandingly bending her over on all fours as he pushed her face to the bark and grasped his cock to direct it to her pussy lips. Once in position, he grabbed her from behind; one hand tugging on her damp raven hair, the other wrapped around her tiny waist before pulling her sex to himself and ferociously ramming her over and over again.

She groaned resoundingly, beseeching him for more and more with breath she scarcely had to spare. "Oooooh!...Oh yes!...Yes!...Don't stop!."

The muscular hunter was eager and overly fit to answer her plea; grimacing and grunting with each tremendous stroke more powerful than the last as he provided more than she could handle. Her tanned bubbly sumptuous ass rippled under his might as he continuously pulverized her sex into submission. She howled out in surrender under his forceful drubbing. He held his breath; his balls were churning and his body started seizing up. He felt a quaking from deep within himself and jut his head forward as he could hold back no longer.

The contents of his lungs and balls evacuated as he shot a conquesting stream of hot goo deep into her exotic and imploring pussy of paradise. His face contorted and his entire body twitched as several celebrated spurts followed in aftershocks until his reservoir was empty. Wholly satisfied and fatigued, they both sagged to catch their breath. In moments, he rose up, inflating and beating his chest before giving forth a triumphant thunderous echoing roar as all the denizens of the realm chirped and squealed fleeing in fright from his dominion. His subjugated queen took the thorny rose crown from what was now his throne and placed it upon his head. The island was his territory now, he owned her, he was king of the jungle.

Krite's ego skyrocketed as he was genuinely pleased with himself that he had the balls to see the expedition through and reap the rewards of his successfully executed masculine plan. It was boundlessly better than he could have imagined. The entire venture through her resplendent love tunnel and the anticipation of absorbing this unique olive skinned beauty was the most rejoicing journey he had ever set forth upon.

Little did Krite know, his move was just what she was waiting for.

The foxy beach beauty had set into motion a clever sequence of events long before the moment of his big dive. In the beginning, she was dazed and it was an involuntary reaction when her teeth initially emerged. She presumed it may have alarmed the intruder; so, first she feinted weakness by appearing to be unable to penetrate his armor. Second, after he refused her request to leave, she purposefully looked worried and set bait to precisely where she needed him. Her next action was to appear overmatched when he took the bait and drove in. Finally, with unsurpassed skill, her tiny nimble waist and agile plump ass had been gyrating the whole time; masterfully maneuvering to lure him to her ambush point by entirely sheathing his sword and fine tuning the aim of her avenging chompers. 

The tricky petite Islander abruptly perked up and glimpsed over her shoulder at him with a wrathful smile, "Oops!". She pursed her luscious lips, shaking her head and delighting in a brief pause, "big mistake."

Just as his pole reached the extreme dead end of his far-reaching quest into the deepest point of her tempting cavern, it collapsed. She unleashed the full fury of her womanhood. Closing jaws slammed thoroughly into him, every tooth slicing completely through his leathery shell; commencing a devastating sharp intrusion into the precious vital nectary center of his besieged massive cock.

Krite was jerked out of his fantasy as his eye sprang wide open and he quickly sucked in a sip of air in shocking horror before he froze. In high pitches, he yowled out. "Yeeeeyowwww! Holy God damn shit! Get me the out there right fucking now!"

Krite, hurrying in retreat, began reeling in his rod but as soon as he ran out of slack, it snagged conclusively with a keen ruthless twinge.

*BOING*

"Owawwwwoshhhhit!"

He gave it a tug, then another. He couldn't retract it and there was no room left going forward to work it back and forth. It wouldn't budge. He hysterically wiggled that tentacle around and tried different angles, but to no avail. Now, with every move he made, it only assisted her trappingly angled grueling jaws in sinking further into his root. The harder he pulled, the further her jaws advanced. Try and try as he might, no matter what he did there was just no escaping from her masterfully baited snare. She had her hooks deep into him and was nowhere near letting go.

He never even actually got to squirt his cum into her. It was all a self induced hallucination of how he perceived his voyage from her opening to her backstop and the anticipation of an epic release. The thorny rose crown from his fantasy was her teeth hiding in disguise, striking at the highest point of his shaft near her entryway.

The intense pain prevented him from feeding. It also had a paralyzing effect on him and his other tentacles as he sank to the ground and could only fixate on what was in front of him. He no longer had the option of using his other appendages to aid even if he was to swallow his pride to do so, which he would have gladly done now.

He gazed at her filled snatch, mournfully longing for the inviting paradise it once was. Now it was a fucking torture chamber in there. He was in the worst kind of trouble. All he could do was groan as her avenging cunt dined on the magnificent feast that was his exposed and vulnerable huge cock.

Krite went over the path to this point in his head. "'Big mistake?', that aint no shit. Aw man, I'm totally fucked. She played it perfectly; set me up and fooled me big time. I can't believe she's so puny, yet so strong. If she would have shown her true power sooner, I would have bolted and been out of there or even used my other tentacles to overcome her. I fucked up bad this time..." He trailed off, drowning in regret; locked in her harrowing and unforgiving dungeon.

Sweat beaded up on Krite's brow as the steamy Asian continuously sliced into him. Terror overcame his face as the finality of the situation took hold; his cocks are vital organs to him and losing one often caused death to his kind. "No, please stop! nnnngghhh!!" His eye was misting up and he couldn't help but gulp and let out a sniffle.

The petite tanned Islander mockingly replied from over her shoulder. "Awww...Now you want to cry? What happened to the big badass monster that bragged he was gonna jackhammer my mudhole whether I liked it or not?"

Krite replied, "I was just kiddin...or I mispoke...or no wait, I learned my lesson! Yeah, that's it! I'll do just like you asked, the respect the women thing and all that! I'll never stick a dick in a girl without all that permission stuff again. I Promise! Just let me go, please!" 

Her tone became enraged and deadly serious. "You must be even stupider than I thought if you expect me to believe that. Listen to yourself you pathetic creep, you don't even have the balls to accept the results of your warped convictions. I told you there would be consequences if you didn't heed my warning. You ignored me and continued right along violating me with no regard. You had your chance and now your reckoning has come, you slime!"

She paused, biting into him and tugging with a shift of her ass to reinforce her words.

The Asian avenger narrowed her eyes interrogatingly, "How many other countless girls have you taken without consent, ignoring their pleas. A thousand? Ten thousand!? How many of them begged through tears for you to stop what you were doing and let them go? It's time for a taste of your own medicine!" She tilted her head to the side and raised a sarcastic brow at him. "By the way, care for some chocolates and flowers?" She got right back to the business of crunching down on his shaft.

Krite's nympho inducing pheromones now traitorously began to work against him. Between their effect and her desire to implement justice, she was roused into a frenzy. She desired more and more of his bone. Her tiny waist was gyrating wildly; her plump puckered ass jiggling, whirling, and building momentum. She had become an insatiably out of control meat grinder!

The olive skinned bunny started wailing like a sexual beast, "Ooooooh...Ughhhh!". 

Out of options, as a last ditch effort he spontaneously thought, "Maybe if I try to ignore her, block the pain out of my mind, and let myself go a bit soft; I can try to glide out of there real quick before she can react or control one of my other tentacles to help."

It was yet another bad idea; perhaps his last blunder. The hot juicy Islander smiled and growled victoriously as she took advantage, ravenously munching down. There was no mercy. He immediately began stiffening back up to resist her deadly excavation, but she was carving him up and closing in on his main vein.

*CHOMP*...Further and deeper.

The steamy babe licked her lips and breathily remarked, "Mmmmm, yummy."

*CHOMP*...Further and deeper.

With each bite he could feel the margins of his willy narrowing where she was tunneling through. The beach girl was enjoying herself immensely. The longer the pheromones were active, the more effective they became. It made her work even more impetuously.

Krite excruciatingly endured each wrenching progression from her unrelenting pink pincher. The steamy tanned beauty was on the verge of clipping his stem; this legend's pride and joy. Krite beared down on the edge of panic.

He gulped dryly and closed his eye a moment wondering why he didn't try to pull out sooner and where the hell this treacherous beaver wielding babe came from in the first place. The pain was becoming unbearable. He wished he had never come to this planet. As he opened his eye, a glimmer of hope was spotted. He could see she was severely struggling and her eyes rolling and wavering as if searching for help. Was there an opportunity here?

It seemed she might be wearing out, after all, he was a burdoning heavy load and it was a monster dick to chew through. Either way, a few more seconds in the clutches of that zealously enraged perilous pussy and his custard launcher would snap like a twig.

He had never been in a more desperate situation. Krite started thinking fast as he took a deep breath. "Okay...come on baby!"

Krite concentrated with precision and flexed his love muscle. There was no give. He held his breath and continued pouring all of his focus into protecting his cherished cock. He began to swell up bigger. The pain of pushing through her snare was on the threshold of shutting him down and sealing his fate. Despite that, he simply could not surrender to the idea that one of his sausages was history.

Blood vessels all over him were about to burst. His cock got bigger...harder...larger...and became absolutely colossal. The trapped tentacled fiend began to repel her dooming advance. Slowly but surely, he bulldozed against her pink walls and could feel the pressure diminish as her vengeful teeth ceased to carve away.

The hot and sweaty Islander whimpered, "ewwhooo."

Battle wearied and her pussy stretched to its limits, the feisty Asian flower started slinking down as she had put everything into it. Between the bulldozing, the exertion, and the monster's toxin, she was exhausted and slumped limply and helplessly into the pavement. The expression on her distant and glossed over eyes had gone from victorious to defeated.

The tentacled lurker concluded his prison break, drawing in his mangled meat popsicle. He was free. He recoiled it underneath himself to heal. Lucky for him she had not bitten it off. Even if he had managed to survive, he would have been utterly dispirited. He had genetically super sped healing, but he would never be able to regenerate a whole cock. 

Krite sighed in grateful relief and then he keeled over a while sucking for oxygen. He damn near cried tears of joy. To him, it was a miracle. After a short intermission, the fiend wondered if he should go back to his pod and blast off from this planet. He could heal up and research how this girl had such a power. Looking toward the Tropical babe, he decided not too. He thought "nahhh. fuck that. I aint gonna run off like some little bitch, I'm Krite! I'm gonna show her who's boss here and drain her dry."

He smirked at the overcome hot assed Asian chick. "Well well, suckered me in and still can't get the job done, eh short stuff?"

The monster elevated and floated in place, gloating over the perfect assed Islander and exclaimed mockingly in his best girly impersonation, "I'm no ordinary female! Treat women with respect! There will be consequences!...and blah-bahty-fuckin-blah!" The tentacled predator clasped his little hands and batted his eye in a cutesy and dainty fashion at the night sky before straightening back up.

The tentacled fiend snickered. "Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit. Turns out you're not so extraordinary after all. I was never even really scared. I had you under control the whole time. You don't know who you're dealing with. I'm the baddest motherfucker in the galaxy! I'm Krite, bitch! Born to wreck that ass! It's time for you to recognize that!"

He nodded arrogantly. "You were a tough little cunt though, and you fuck almost as hard as you talk; I'll give ya that, but I'm willing to say I just destroyed your little cookie canal, sweetheart. Even still..." He glanced down apprehensively at her dangerously vindictive snatch. "I'm not stupid. I won't make the same mistake twice with you. My cock has been on the brink of literally dying to try out your asshole. I'm gonna punch your ticket and send that perfect ass off with a one gun salute. It's my turn, dinner time!"

Most members of his species choose just to feed what is needed and move on, leaving the female alive. Krite, however, never entered a female with the intention of stopping. He had no regard for them. He absorbed their sexual energy until they were a dried up husk.

His ravaged member was already healing, and though nowhere near full strength, Krite had been really looking forward to her plump ass and he spitefully wanted it to be that cock to feed upon her. He reared back and nefariously jammed that revenging mutilated piston home as he relished in her perfectly framed booty hole. Despite his pheromones having her worked up and ready for a severe hammering, it was too much too fast for her.

Whimpers poured forth and tears welled up in the hot assed Asian girl's eyes. He could not absorb energy as fast from fluids in a a butthole as he could from a vagina, but either way, given enough time he could completely drain the victim's energy until there was nothing left. Now it she who was on the doorsteps of demise.

Having turned the tables back in his favor really stroked his ego. He sighed contently as he fed, "Aaahhhhh." He was so happy to be in the plump booty he had desired from the moment he spotted it. It felt so great he was just about to blow when suddenly...

"Hey, big guy!", an authoritative and refined sounding feminine voice called out from behind him. "You aren't going to put me away still wet and horny, are you?"

Krite spun about and settled his eye on the glorious view. It was the tall skinny blonde sprawled out on the concrete there, looking a bit fresh and vibrant considering she had a toxin dose a bit ago. He had ignored her a while due to more pressing matters. She was an absolute knockout. Something about her made it seem that she had to be in her late thirties, maybe even forty, but she was so slender, fit, and well maintained that she could easily pass for younger.

Through a few strands of hair that hung down over one side of her face, it could be seen that she had sky blue eyes, neatly outlined in black and with long lashes. Just a touch of light blue eyeshadow enhanced and drew attention to them. Her regal features and chin were sharply defined, her cheeks faintly rouged. Her lips were somewhat thin but painted in a classy maroon, matching her fingernails.

From her tasteful makeup to her ballroom styled natural sand blonde hair and then her expensive jewelry, fine white shoes, and mink fur scarf, this dame was upper class all the way. Her gem studded leather designer hand bag on the ground beside her looked like it cost the entire treasury of a small country.

She was laying on her back with her head away from him, supporting herself on her elbows. Her white satin slip dress canvassed her slender subtle curves and highlighted her creamy milk colored skin.

"I'd like to spray this rich bitch down with something creamy and milk colored," Krite thought as he gave her his devoted attention. The cock he had assigned her had been laying there idle like the remaining others, but now it was perked up as a snake head, ready to strike in her direction.




Krite's Earthly Fantasy Ch. 01



The blonde vixen leaned forward to a sitting position and drew her white nylon stocking covered legs toward herself before pulling the bottom of her dress over her knees and to her hips. She slowly spread her legs to reveal a gorgeously groomed pussy. She sent one arm behind herself toward the ground to keep propped up, and then licked her index finger on the other, sliding it down to her elegant diamond pierced clit and started fondling herself teasingly as she glanced him over with her attentive blue eyes.

She circled her mouth with her tongue and then her lips formed a small pleasured oval before she spoke condescendingly with an aristocratic articulation, "To be honest, I expected more. How shameful for you." The slim minx's bottom lip jutted out in pitying scrutiny. "I mean really, I would think a big strapping monster like yourself should at least be able to get a woman off before he ventures on to other endeavors."

She lingered, petting herself and flicking her sparkly diamond piercing very gently with her maroon fingernail a brief moment as she watched Krite; he was clearly stunned by her.

She sighed distantly and then mumbled, but loudly enough for him to hear, "perhaps I shouldn't even bother, your wits are probably every bit as unfulfilling as your libido."

Krite's open mouth drooled while floating slowly toward her; his eye following her hand's every motion upon her sex before she continued speaking.

The tall vixen arched a brow and flatly proposed, "well, are You and I going to actually fuck, or were you just here to play around?"

The entirity of everything she had said was rattling around in his head until it finally made its way past his lustful daze. Krite was perhaps as riled up as he was turned on by what he had just heard. It really pissed him off. He completely dismissed from mind the trounced Asian beauty.

He thought, "Was there a dare in all that shit she said? I can't believe this. My toxin works so good everywhere else, what is it with chicks on this planet? This blonde bitch is alert and running her mouth?" She was calling him out. Never before had any clear thinking woman tried to pull something like that on him, they were always far too intimidated by his size.

Krite thought angrily to himself, "I can't believe the nerve of this bitch. These upper class cunts are the same no matter what planet you are on; always thinking they are better than everyone else, and they always need to be put in their place. This dumb slut must be out of her rich fucking mind!"

Krite inched toward her, letting his forked tongue sloppily hang out the side of his sleazy open mouthed grin. He spoke, "Fuck or play around you say? I have a better idea, my little pampered princess, let's do both! Lets play I'm gonna fuck you until your God damned eye balls pop out, how's that tickle your fancy!?".

Krite was feeling much stronger now after the long awaited snack of some of the defeated Asian's sexual energy. That, and even if this slender blonde somehow had the same power as the last girl, he had discovered how to counter it. Having gotten a lay of the land, so to speak, he was more fearless and confident than ever. The audacious daring nature of the hot blonde had him hard and impetuously rearing to go. He coiled up his tentacled member and released it toward her like a high tension spring, his long barrel heading straight for her decorated high class cannon garage, and he was aiming to park that shit deep...

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...To be continued...

Coming Soon, Chapter 2: SECRET AGENT AND THE COUNTESS

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Krite's Earthly Fantasy Ch. 02



This is Chapter 2 of "Krite's Earthly Fantasy" and jumps right in from a cliff hanger at the end of Chapter 1. It is highly advised that you read the first chapter (If you already have, perhaps even refresh yourself on the last several paragraphs if it has been a while) or the loss of context may severely impede the understanding and appreciation of what takes place here within.

I hope you enjoy!

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KRITE's EARTHLY FANTASY
CHAPTER 2: SECRET AGENT AND THE COUNTESS
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Krite's member flew toward the tall slender blonde's sex, but just as it reached the opening, he was denied entry as his appendage abruptly came to a halt. It jolted his hard tipped tentacle with a sharp twinge.

He quizically stared at her pussy to see what stopped him and noticed a nearly transparent shimmering window covering the outside of her hole. Krite slammed into it again without success. He grit his teeth as the fiend tried ramming against it several times, but he could not find purchase, it was impenetrable.

The blonde's eyebrows lowered and her mouth gaped dissaprovingly. She tilted her head and spoke chastisingly. "My goodness! Take it easy, jackrabbit. You are a runaway freight train!"

Annoyed and bewildered, Krite replied. "What the hell is that?"

"That is my force field".

The monster whined. "Well...take it down!"

"Now now, let us not be hasty. What fun would there be if it was that easy? Besides, you don't just stuff the turkey in without preheating the oven. Haven't you ever heard of foreplay?"

"Yeah. I've read about that stuff. That's that shit where you waste time before you fuck, right?"

The slender vixen looked off to the side and smirked crookedly. "I wouldn't quite put it like that."

She took in a deep breath and looked to Krite. "It's where you take time to invest in each other's sexual desires. It helps to build passion and increase the libido. The tension and erotic stimulation take the actual deed to greater heights of pleasure."

Krite looked on in a befuddled silence as if she were speaking in an unknown language.

The maroon lipped blonde went on to say, "to begin with, you could at least get the other person's name. For instance, that sweet young lady over there that you just forced yourself upon has a name. It's Lailani."

The blonde jutted her head forward a bit. "You didn't even know that...and she is so sweet. She's playful, energetic, and has a quirky sense of humor. One time..."

Krite tuned out her prattling, thinking, "alright, enough about the puny bitch. Geez. You'd think she was in love with her."

Finally the refined blonde ended her andedote. "...and you didn't even bother to get her name. Myself, I am Victoria." She smiled in a friendly fashion. "Now it's your turn."

The tentacled fiend blurted out, "yeah, that's great. I'm Krite. Now are we gonna fuck or what?"

She commandingly responded, "hold your horses." Victoria then spoke in a softer tone. "In due time. First, you should give me a compliment, something nice about my appearance."

The slender vixen had a way about her; fancy articulation, the mature and experienced but lively eyes, the gentle touch and demeanor. She was worth the extra effort. Krite wanted her bad. He thought, "sure, why not? I'll play along here." 

Krite gave her a once over with his eye. "Your uh...fuckin' pussy looks great!"

Victoria flatly retorted, "no, pumpkin. That's not how it is done. You don't just dive for the finish line right out of the gate. You have to pace yourself and start with something that doesn't have such a strong sexual connotation; like my hair, or eyes."

Krite was irritated. He didn't like her calling him pumpkin, especially since he was round, but he had to persist and find a way to get that pesky force field down. He thought about it. "I like your necklace. It's sparkly and...pretty n' stuff. It matches your eyes."

The refined blonde answered in an overly sincere performance, dipping her head slightly. "How nice of you to say so, thank you."

She snapped out of the roleplayed moment. "There you go. That's a good boy! Well done. See, it wasn't so hard, was it?" Victoria slid some fingers across the necklace before grabbing it and pulling it away from herself a bit in a displaying manner. "It was especially keen that you noted how they match. The gems are called sapphires. I selected them on purpose precisely because they augment my eyes."

Krite suggested, "you know, I was reading about this thing on the way here. How about I replace it with a pearl necklace?" He arched his brow enthusiastically.

Victoria rolled her eyes with amusement. "Well, pumpkin, we might just have to see about that in a little while. I think at the very least it is time you get a reward now that you are trying to behave like a good boy."

The blue eyed blonde smiled sweetly and ran a finger along his tentacle. Krite's brow perked up. She definitely had his attention now.

She removed her silvery white mink scarf and pressed it to Krite's face, rubbing it side to side under his nose. Her perfume was all over it and the fragrance was a sophisticated blend, but with a predominant hint of vanilla.

Krite found the aroma appealing and hummed in pleasant approval.

Victoria slid down one of the shoulder straps on her dress. The entire upper corner flapped over and revealed her smooth tit. It was probably smaller than your average full grown woman's breast, but it was so nicely shaped and firm; as if poking outward to say hello. The soft nipple was a dusky pink rose color.

The vixen grasped Krite's appendage and slid her hand toward the tip until only the purple head was sticking out. She said, "Do you see now how good things come to those who wait? There is no reason we can't take our time and be friends. You do want to be my friend, don't you?" Victoria's pursed her lips and made a soft slurping sound; the head of Krite's cock merely inches away.

Krite stutteringly replied, "sh..sure, I wanna be my friend. Be the fr...to be." He cleared his throat and nonchalantly added, "yeah, we can be friends."

The monster was excited to continue this sexual experiment which was in a more consistent style with the Earthlng behavior he had studied in films. 

Keeping eye contact with the fiend the whole time, Victoria brought the tip of his cock to her mouth. She succulently kissed the tip, then moved it down toward her breast and began massaging her nipple with it.

Her soft teat was tickling and rubbing his shiny helmet just right and he was loving her attention to detail. The areolae around it began to constrict as the nipple hardened and protruded further. she made a small open circle with her lips and swayed her torso around as her breaths deepened.

Pulses of blood were throbbing into Krite's delicately handled member. His mouth was hanging open and drooling slightly as his eye glanced between her gaze and breast. The tentacled predator marveled at how much this whole 'foreplay' thing was turning him on.

Shortly there after, Victoria brought his hard cock up toward her maroon lips and pressed her toungue to the shaft. She slowly slid up towards the tip and kissed it. She brushed some hair away from her face before reversing sides on his pole and repeating. The blonde took him into her mouth just a little, then released him to work around the shaft some more. Krite's breath sped up as her exquistely talented tongue and mouth worked him over.

Krite thought, "wow, this older chick sure as hell knows what she's doin'."

Victoria took him deeper and Krite squinted his eye. The sucking pressure felt so good. She then grooved him between her gums and cheek. Krite was inhaling and exhaling with each stroke as he could feel the soft ridges uf her gums. After blowing him for a while, Victoria moved his cock down between her ankles and released it.

"You still want me, don't you? You still want this?" Victoria took a finger and put it in her mouth. She then removed it with a kissing sound and glided it down to her sex before using two fingers to spread her gorgeous pussy lips open, parting her labia to give him a view through the shimmering field into the prize inside. It had just a hint of a small layer of blonde fuzz above it which highlighted it beautifully.

Krite nodded. "oh yeah."

"Okay, I'll make a deal with you; two things. First," she reached into her handbag and removed a small packet, ripping it open with her teeth. "You have to wear this." She pulled out a bronze metallic colored condom.

Krite thought, "oh, what bullshit. Tie me up and flog me why don't ya." He could still drain her energy through it via bio-electric osmosis, but it would be slower and he would lose sensitivity, especially at his tip.

He said, "can't we just forget about this part?"

"No, pumpkin. I always make guys that I like wear one."

The fiend thought, "this broad is nuts, shouldn't it be the other way around?"

Krite had little choice but to follow her lead if he wanted to bypass her defence mechanism. He sighed and poutishly agreed, "fine, go ahead."

Victoria quickly wrapped him up, rolling it out to its maximum potential.

The monster said, "what's the second thing?"

"I'm going to lower my force field now." The cock blocking surface in front of her twat dissapeared as she put her hands on the ground behind her back to brace herself. "Okay, ask permission and enter me tenderly like a gentleman. If you do, I'll give you everything your mind and body desires and more. All I want in return is that you ask first."

Krite thought about it. He could just ask her to allow him to get in there and then absolutely go to town on that ass. It would be easy. He already took the time to get this far anyway. Anyways, they were friends now, did he really have to drain her dry?

On the other hand, the force field was down. She no longer had any power over the matter. He started thinking it would be emasculating if he had to ask this Earthling lady permission for anything. Besides, he already got to experiment with her foreplay business. He had a decision to make.

Ultimately, he thought, "nahh, fuck that. I'm gonna rail this blonde bitch and make her classy ass squeal like daddy's little piglet until she splits in half."

He had no time to remove the condom. He had to strike now if he wanted to have a chance of getting in there before she closed the curtains on him again. Krite drew back his piston as he eyed her diamond pierced clit and aimed just below. He snapped forward and jammed into her pussy lips, successfully making it inside.

Victoria's upper body fell backwards to the ground and she looked up to him with an astonished disapproval. "Ow, oh my...ugghhh! I asked you to..." The slender blonde's voice gave way to a grimaced squeal. "Ooooh! It's too much!"

She closed her tortured eyes and tilted her head back.

The tentacled fiend grinned, "Ha! You dumb slut. You should have never taken that forcefield down."

He slid in further as Victoria writhed under the pressure of his heavy duty tool.

He went on to say, "I don't have to ask permission for a damn thing. You don't know who you're dealin' with. I'm the baddest motherfucker in the galaxy. I'm Krite, bitch! Born to smash that gash. I played your game, now it's time for you to play mine."

Krite drove his massive member deep into her. Her juicy muff was just as he imagined and so much more. She was tall and her luxurious pussy had a deep canal for him to traverse. The tall blonde could take him deeper than anyone ever had before. He tucked his little hand under her knee and raised her leg, holding it there for leverage as he shoved in with all he had.

He finally bottomed out inside of her; best of all for him, no teeth springing out in there. It was glorious. He started ferociously jackhammering away as Victoria wailed. With Krite's pheromones dutifully wafting and fueling her sex drive, her pain and pleasure were both Earth shattering.

Victoria cried out, "oh Jesus! Holy shhhhhit...I knew it was going to be...ughhh! But...Son of a monkey's fucking...Wow!"

Krite nodded confidently. "You liked talkin' all that shit about how you expected more from a strapping monster? Well now you got it. Get that pussy ready for the last pulverizin' of your life, princess. Like I told you before you started with all your foreplay horse shit, I'm gonna fuck you until your Goddamned eyeballs pop out!"

Her fingernails were digging into the pavement. She let go and clenched her fists, coiling her arms toward herself. Her eyes switched between tightly shut and open wide several times. After that she brought her hands to her head and wrapped them around her skull; her entire body contorting under the savage invasion.

She rambled in a panic. "There's no escaping it! My fuckin' mind is gonna explode. I thought I could...I can't. I had no idea. It's overwhelm..." Her face was flushed red and sweat started beading on her. She shook her head and began hyperventilating as she grit her teeth. "I have to... keep it together. I can't even breath. It's so...oooh."

Krite gloated as he repeatedly slammed into her, "that's right," he pronounced the next word very articulately, "pumpkin."

Victoria wildly glared into space, trying to hold her breath and gather herself as her entire being convulsed. She struggled with all of her will before appearing lost in self betrayal as she surrenderingly yowled out to the heavens.

"Don't stop!!"

A misted defeat washed over her eyes as she threw her head back and continued moaning violently and squirming with every stroke he made, trapped in the perilous double edged sword of desperately wanting more, but being unable to endure it.

After Victoria had been in command of the encounter and led him around like a puppy dog on a leash, hearing her in the capitulating throws of his prowess boosted Krite's ego into an out of control inferno.

The smooth slippery moist walls of her stretched pussy were spectacular. Her astronomically heightened sexual fervor made her the most appetizing morsel Krite had ever been in. He was on his way to exploding into her and feasting on Victoria's energy. Her wet lapping pussy parted scrumptiously every time he thrusted forward. It was as if...

His cock was a large yacht. It felt great as he was cruising up the California coast, splashing over and parting the cresting waves of the ocean. He took on a human form wearing sunglasses and appeared at the helm, manning the wheel in a Hawaiian shirt and beige shorts. He was six feet tall, handsome, and had clean cut short dark hair. He was fair skinned but had a nice tan. A five o'clock shadow of a beard coming in gave him a gritty presence.

To his left, the sun was low in the sky indicating it was early evening. To his right, the coastline was about half a mile away and it was passing by with pleasant green open country. He looked down at the ships log and noticed the date. It was September of 1987.

After enjoying the sensation of rubbing his scruffy chin a moment, he reached over and rolled down the window of the captain's cabin. The refreshing air rushed in and blew through his hair. The smell of the salty sea water was exhilarating.

A fax machine on the steering console starting blinking and buzzing. A sheet of paper spit out one line at a time until it rested in a tray. He reached down grabbing the correspondence and read.

'TOP SECRET: FROM HEADQUARTERS FOR THE EYES OF AGENT 069 ONLY. MISSION DIRECTIVE: PROCEED TO THE TOWNSHIP OF ENDLESS FALLS AND INCONSPICUOUSLY GAIN ENTRY TO COUNTESS VICTORIA'S ESTATE. PUMP HER FOR INFORMATION. DISCOVER HER SECURITY PASSWORD BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. LICENSE TO KILL INSTATED FOR DURATION OF MISSION. INTELLIGENCE SUGGESTS THE TARGET HAS A WEAKNESS FOR FINE CHAMPAGNE.'

The agent crumpled up the piece of paper and blindly tossed it over his shoulder as it landed in the waste basket. 

He set the yacht to autopilot and rushed to his dressing room. The agent put on a tuxedo and reached into the closet, putting on a bronze overcoat as the forecast had called for chilly weather. He looked into a mirror, strapping on a wristwatch and fastening his cufflinks.

The sharp dressed man returned to the helm and brought the ship about. He reached above to grab a corded radio tranceiver.

"Engine room, engage the overdrive, full speed ahead."

Upon returning the transmitter to its cradle, a flap opened at the back of the boat and a jet turbine emerged. A slick jazzy bass guitar line and brass instruments started playing from no place in specific.

The agent looked around a bit confused. "Where the hell is that music coming from?"

The rear side of the boat dipped down and the vessel drove ahead, parting the waters and smashing through at high velocity. It wasn't long before the rural coastline opened up to a sprawling wealthy community on shore. Past that, up upon high bluffs, a behemothly sized mansion; the residence of Countess Victoria.

At the base of the cliff, the agent pulled the yacht to a dock. From a drawer under the steering wheel, he pulled out a small pistol, sliding it into his vest. He then reached up and grabbed a bottle of his best champagne from a high shelf before disembarking. The music that had been playing trailed off to silence.

In front of him was the towering rocky wall. Cut neatly into the natural surface was a stair case that staggered back and forth all the way to the top. To the left was a huge waterfall that poured into the ocean from the top of the bluffs. The sound was nearly deafening. "That must be why they call this place Endless Falls." He set forth upon the steps to make the climb.

Every time the stairway about faced, there were two marble statues of chess pieces; smokey black on the left, white and grey swirled on the right. After an identical eight pairs of pawns, the pattern broke to a pair of bishops and then knights as he made his way up. Finally, he passed two rooks at the very top of the steps.

Through a gate of iron bars, the agent could now see the three story mansion in the distance. It resided on a huge plot of land. He was on the outskirts near a grey twelve foot high mason laid stone wall that surrounded the property. Directly in front of him was the gate, a statue of a black King and white queen at the sides.

The agent strolled up and pushed on the gate but he couldn't get through, it wouldn't budge. He noted a small box with a camera, intercom, and a button on the wall. "Ahhh, of course," he said.

The tuxedo wearing man pushed the button. He paced around slowly. The camera followed his every move. Moments later an old Englishman sounding voice answered. "Greetings, sir. Currently, the Countess is being seen by appointment only. Might I have your name?"

"What?"

"Frightfully sorry, sir, I didn't catch that."

"Wh...uhm...it's uh...Wha...What-er-do-uh."

"Did you say Worthington, sir?"

"Yeah, that's it."

A small amount of time passed before the gate started opening. The voice replied. "Please do proceed sir, we have been expecting you."

Agent Worthington stepped through and took in the view. lit by the setting Sun, it was breathtakingly extravagant. Several inground pools of water and shrubbery were designed in curves and strips. A few groundskeepers were cleaning the area and trimming the hedges. He found it a bit odd that the bushes were not green, but all blonde colored. A grainy white cobblestone walkway led on toward the Mansion.

After making it through the decorative garden, he looked about. There were several guard towers poking up around the perimeter near the outer wall. In the distance, he heard dogs barking and turned his head. A man was struggling to hold them back on leashes; two big German shepherds and two muscular doberman pinschers. The dogs were hopping their front legs off the ground and snarling viciously in his direction.




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Off to the left, he could see a small wooden bridge that passed over a stream winding through the property. Ahead, atop the mansion, he noticed numerous examples of aviation fixed to the roof. There was a hot air baloon, a hang glider, and several Bi-wing and World War II modeled aircraft. A bit eccentric he thought, but it definitely gave the place a character of its own. 

Worthington continued passed some greek pillar support columns until he reached the front door and gave the brass knocker a few good solid claps. A well dressed grey haired butler answered the door and gestured him onward. "Mr. Worthington, please do come in." It was the same voice from the intercom.

The agent stepped through the door and studied the surroundings. Everything was expensive looking and pristine, much of it in gold plated trim. A persian rug lay on the bright marble floor. The shelves on the walls had Japanese vases, faberge eggs, and other various exorbitant trinkets. Up above the foyer, the room was open to the top floor. An immaculate crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.

Each floor was squared off by white railing and a spiral staircase in the far corner ran all the way up from the bottom. The butler gestured toward a maroon velvet couch.

"Please do have a seat, Mr. Worthington."

The agent walked toward the couch. Just before he sat down, the butler asked, "would you like me to take your coat sir?"

Worthington looked himself over and moved around in his overcoat. Somehow he felt as if it could not be removed.

"I think I'll keep it on for now. Thanks."

The butler nodded and walked over to the corner, clasping his hands and standing at attention.

The agent plopped down into the couch, patting and rubbing the arms of it casually.

The butler asked, "perhaps you would care for a refreshment?"

The scruffy faced agent responded, "Sure, what do you suggest?"

"How about a vodka martini, shaken not stirred?"

The agent bit his lip and shook his head. "nah. I appreciate it, but it's just that...I'm kind of trying to do my own thing here, you know? Get me a single malt Irish whiskey, neat."

"Excellent choice, sir."

The butler left and returned in short order, beverage in hand. He handed it over to Worthington with a small napkin wrapped around the bottom before returning to his position in the corner.

The agent took a sip and nodded with approval. It tasted like a woman. "Ahh, now that's a drink."

He waited. He waited some more. Worthington looked to his watch repeatedly. Minutes were ticking by ever so slowly. Before he knew it, he had polished off the entire drink. He thought, "Typical. Rich women, always making you wait. It makes 'em feel important."

He sighed before making a buzzing through his lips like a horse. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a girl in a french maid outfit. She walked into the room and began dusting.

The agent watched thinking, "now this'll pass the time."

The french maid bent over, dusting a vase on the lowest shelf as her wiggling rear was exposed. Worthington shifted in his seat to get a better look. He fiddled around a bit with the bottle of Champagne in his lap and smiled, gazing intently at her as Words passed through his mind. "That's it baby, get it good, nice, and cle..."

"Good evening," a refined feminine voice interrupted.

Worthington jumped in place and turned his head. At the top of the staircase was a vision of beauty. It was the tall slender blonde, smiling and appearing absolutely radiant.

The butler gestured up toward her and spoke. "Mr. Worthington, I present to you The Countess of Endless Falls and Lady of the estate, Ms. Victoria Swanson," He then walked off, the french maid following him chipperly out of the room.

The Countess was standing there with one hand on the railing. The knockout blonde had on a stunning white satin evening gown and her hair, makeup, and jewelry were all magnificently done up to impress. With attentive eyes, she smiled regally and gracefully descended the stairs. Her dress, which was long enough to drag across the floor behind her a bit, slid back and forth over her not overly pronounced subtle curves until she reached the bottom.

Worthington stood up ready to receive her company.

The slim vixen spoke warmly as she extended her hand, palm faced down. "Hello, I'm Victoria Swanson. I do not believe I have had the pleasure."

"Countess, the pleasure is all mine." He arched a brow and grinned smugly. "The name is Worthington, Agent Worthington." He took her hand into his and kissed it softly.

Victoria appeared interrogatingly curious and retracted her hand. "You are an agent? What sort of agent?"

"Yes. Well...er...uhm. No. Sort of. What's going on here is that the name is actually Jack."

Victoria seemed awkwardly confused.

Worthington gathered himself. "You see, what I meant to say is my name is Jack Worthington and I'm a real estate agent." He forced an encouraging casual nod.

Victoria laughed haughtily. "How charming. You must be here to close the Detroit deal then?"

"Yep, you got it!"

"Fantastic! I have been eagerly anticipating your arrival. Would you like to accompany me to the dining room? We can discuss things over dinner if you wish."

"That would be splendid, Countess."

"Oh please, just Victoria will be fine, it's just the two of us." She smiled pleasantly. "Right this way." She pointed back to the couch where Jack had accidentally left the bottle of champagne. "Don't forget that!"

Victoria led on and Jack followed with the bottle as their steps echoed through the vast hallway.

They entered the dining room and came before a long narrow table. Fancy orchestral music was playing at low volume through speakers overhead. Four servants were standing in each corner of the room.

Victoria went to a chair, standing beside it expectingly. After a brief delay, Jack snapped into action and pulled the chair out for her. She sat gently before Jack scooted her into place. The lady gestured toward the other end of the table.

"Please, have a seat."

Jack walked over and flopped down into the chair and set the bottle of Champagne upon the table. Spotting it, Victoria stated, "I would love to try some of your champagne!"

Jack grasped it unsure. "Uhm...You know what? I don't think it's quite ready yet. Maybe if we put it on some ice."

Victoria gestured toward a servant and then snapped her fingers before pointing to the bottle. A servant grabbed a bucket of ice and set it upon the table near Jack, placing the champagne within it.

Victoria unfolded a napkin and set it upon her lap. She took in a breath and opened her mouth to speak.

"So, as I am sure you know, I have been recently dabbling in the arena of real estate developement. I have had my eye on the Detroit opportunity that is on the verge of being on everyone's lips. Specifically, the property in the decaying part of the downtown area. I want to clean it up and begin a revitalizing effort to restore..."

Before another word came out, the old butler interrupted, coming in from where they had entered. He was carrying a cordless phone and walking over to Victoria. 

"Deepest apologies, Ms. Swanson. It is your young lady friend from the philippine Islands. She claims it is somewhat of an emergency."

Victoria looked to Jack. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I have to take this. Thank you, Monroe"

Monroe handed her the phone and exited. Victoria appeared tenderly concerned and started chatting away about some unknown nonsense.

Jack just looked around examining the fancy decor. With a wave of Victoria's hand, the four servants exited through another door on the side. They soon poured through from the same door in return, bringing in platters of various foods. They paraded back and forth through the door until the table was covered. The servants then stood Idly at each of the four corners of the room. The agent's mouth began watering as he looked over the feast before him.

Victoria put her hand over the speaker of the phone and whispered mouthily to Jack as she nodded coaxingly, "just go ahead and start eating. I'll only be a moment." She went back to blabbing on the phone, laughing and carrying on.

Jack tucked a bib into his collar and rubbed his hands together. He reached for a course, but one of the servants came and intercepted his attempt.

"Please, allow me, sir."

Jack pointed to each food he wanted as the servant heaped generous portions onto his plate. Agent Worthington dove into the meal ravenously. Everything was coated in fancy wine sauces and cherry glazes.

He thought, "wow, this is delicious!" Everything tasted like a woman. He mowed through one plate after another. He chowed down sloppily and dripped some onto his bib. A servant quickly came and wiped it off.

Jack mumbled. "Ahhhh, this is the life!" He continued stuffing himself and stifled a burp with his fist to hide it from the Countess.

Victoria was wrapping up her conversation on the phone. "...So don't fret, dear. Your spunk and strong will carried me through a tough time. Just hang in there and have some faith. Allow me to return the favor. I'll do everything I can to ensure things turn out, okay? Bye sweety." She pushed the antenna back into the phone and set it upon the table.

"I do apologise, Mr. Worthington. Now, where was I." She once again seemed sidetracked as she looked excitedly to the bottle of champagne on the table.

"Oh! Now can I try some of your champagne?"

"It's...it just isn't ready yet. To be honest, at this rate I think it's gonna be quite a while."

Victoria slumped into her chair sulkingly.

Jack, seeing she was despondent, cheerfully spoke up. "I would like to say, however, that dinner was stupendous. I can't remember the last time I had such a wonderful meal."

Victoria blushed and batted her blue eyes, seeming to really take the compliment to heart as if she had made it herself. "It is flattering of you to say so." She took a conceited breath. The Countess herself had not taken a bite.

"Well, Mr. Worthington, I always like to celebrate closing a business deal over a bottle of champagne. I am a morning person and it is getting late so perhaps we should postpone until tomorrow. It would be utter foolishness for you to burden yourself with the inconvenience of finding a hotel down in the valley at this late hour, I insist you stay here."

She paused and smiled alluringly. "Would you like to retire to the bedroom?"

Agent Worthington instinctfully wanted to say, but only thought, "You're fuckin' right I'd like to retire to the bedroom!"

What he actually said was; in a calm tone with a smug smile, "well, it would be rude of me to decline a request from such a lovely host."

Hinting to her vanity, she simply replied, "naturally." She looked to a servant and dismissed the lot of them by saying, "that will be all for this evening."

The Secret Agent and the Countess left the dining room, marching off down the hall.

Jack was following her and he had a great view of her rear. Her hair bounced lightly as she walked and her hips swayed side to side. He looked closely and discovered that he could see her expensive designer underwear through her white dress. An exotic perfume smell wafted the air and enhanced the experience.

With every step, her sweet cheeks wiggled tightly and rubbed against the cloth. It was driving him wild. He wished he was underneath there up against her firm fit ass. He wanted her so bad.

Having noticed that she was the only person he had seen in the estate that wasn't a servant, Jack asked, "so tell me, Ms. Swanson, is there a Mr. Swanson?"

"Why do you ask?" Victoria looked over her shoulder teasingly.

"Just making conversation; a simple curiosity. I don't see why our business relationship should keep us from getting to know each other on a more personal level."

"I couldn't agree more. You are a refreshing change of pace Mr. Worthington; a pleasant surprise, not at all what I expected. Oh, and to answer your question, no. There is not a Mr. Swanson." She grinned demurely.

"It's just my cat Oscar and I. He's around here somewhere. I started calling him that because of that green guy from Sesame Street on TV." She twiddled a few fingers aimlessly about the air. "You know, the one that's grouchy and always in the garbage? The name fits him perfectly."

"Yes, Oscar the Grouch." Jack nodded with an amiable amusement.

Victoria's voice grew a bit poutish and pleading, brimming with sexual overtone. "Can you imagine? All of this space and only a single small feline to keep me company. I long for someone to share intimate moments with, even if only a fleeting few. It does get awful lonely at times."

Silently inside himself, Agent Worthington pumped his fist and shouted, "Jackpot! I'm in there!"

They ascended a staircase and it only made the eye level view from behind her more enticing. He bit his tongue in desire and watched her graceful bottom jiggle, walking the tightrope of not stepping on the hem of her dress and doing his best not to miss a moment of the display proved a difficult task.

They reached the top and turned down a carpeted hallway. Arriving at a double door, she slid them open from the center and then leaned against one side, wedging her hands against it behind herself.

Jack went in and blood was already starting to pulse to his manhood with anticipation. He turned around and looked to Victoria who had centered herself between the doors, both hands upon them at her sides. The agent glanced invitingly towards the bed. She watched him lustfully, drawing her eyes from his head to his toes and all the way back up as a feral predator ready to pounce on her prey.

"So?" He said with a devilish smile.

The countess grabbed his tie between two fingers and tugged playfully on it as if she was about to remove it. She simply straightened it and brushed off his shoulders. "So, goodnight, Mr. Worthington." She slyly blew him a kiss and then drew the doors inward, shutting them in front of herself while she remained outside.

Jack's mind screamed out as the room went dark. "No! What the fuck!? Cut it out with this bullshit already. What a cock tease. Goddamnit!"

At first he was disappointed, but he soon realised the tension was driving his sexual appetite to astounding heights. His swelling balls were increasing their reservoir to maximum capacity.

The agent crawled into bed. He couldn't believe how soft and comfortable the expensive fabric was. He laid on his back and clasped his hands behind his head. He stared at the ceiling, picturing Victoria in various sorts of unspeakable sexually compromising positions all over her luxurious estate.

He was so worked up that he almost pulled out his member to start pleasuring himself, but he abstained as he wanted to be fully ready for her tomorrow. He was on a mission and he was not leaving this estate until he had gained full carnal knowledge of its owner.

Tomorrow would be the day. Tomorrow was promising. Agent Worthington drifted off to the best sleep of his life and dreamed of the Countess; the prize that would be his as surely as the Sun would rise once again.

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...To be continued...

Coming Soon, Chapter 3: I SPY A DANGEROUS GAME

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