The Full Grace Erotica Collection

By Grace Vilmont

This collection gathers all of Grace Vilmont’s writing from her first published work in 2012 to her last story in 2015. This fine collection has all nineteen works from Grace, all her short stories, novellas, and her full length novel His Acquiescence. Green Bush Publishing is proud to offer this anthology that covers Ms. Vilmont’s interest in the strange, bizarre, and unusual aspects of erotica for the discerning and sophisticated reader.  

    

Total length is 267,000 words. These works are intended for adult audiences.

    

Content warning: These stories feature a wide variety of human sexuality including graphic sex, enforced male chastity, group sex, some BDSM themes, female dominance, sex with monsters and non-humans, forced impregnation, tentacle sex, cheating spouses, erotic lactation, voyeurism, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Contents:

Alien Eggs

Alien Milk Fiend

Built

Demonbred

The Exo Breeder

Felicia on Film

Feymina

His Acquiescence

In The Harem

A Lady’s Slave

Laying with the Sea God

The Minotaur Breeders

Mother’s Milk

Rowan

Stepmom’s Boyfriend

Taken by the Dragon

Tart

The Unicorn Curse

Veroneeka’s Time

From Milk & Chastity:    

“Good. I have something to tell you. I’m only telling you because I respect you and you deserve to know. It won’t change our relationship unless you let it.”

I was worried but I tried not to let it show. “What?” My voice didn’t quaver when I asked it. That made me relieved.

“I have a date tonight. It’s a guy I’ve been talking to online. He’s not a sub. He’s just a guy I want to sleep with. I need to do this.”

“What?” My brain wasn’t registering what she was saying. Ilona just continued. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“I want you to stay here in bed waiting for me. When we’re done, I’ll come home to you. I’m not going to have a relationship with him. It’s just sex. I need sex from more than one man. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” I replied numbly. I didn’t, but I said I did.

“If you are good, if you stay here in the bedroom chained up like a good boy, I’ll reward you when I get home, okay?”

“Why?” I asked. I wasn’t crying. At least I was pretty sure I wasn’t crying.

“Because I need to do this. My body, my psyche, craves more than just one man. Because you are my sub and I am your domme and you need to do what I tell you.” She gently pushed me down to a sitting position on the bed and kissed me on the forehead. “You can do this, I know you can.”

“I can do this,” I parroted back to her.

“If this works out well, maybe I’ll let you watch next time.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Green Bush Publishing
• Release date: Mar 4, 2016

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Alien Eggs

By Grace Vilmont

One of the risks of being a diplomat, Cybelle knew, was often having to do distasteful things. Some in the diplomatic core were averse to a posting dealing directly with the Siventen, the semi-aquatic race that Cybelle found intriguing. They were well within humanoid-norms for height, weight, and appearance, but many were off-put by the fine fur that covered their bodies, their over-large eyes, tiny ears, and wide mouths full of small, square teeth. Except for their coloration the race had a vague seal-like appearance.

What many knew but what was not publicly acknowledged was that the Siventen also had wonderfully wide and fat cocks. It was almost impossible to tell the male from the female. It was impossible to distinguish female from male by a casual glance. A practiced eye could pick out some of the finer details in facial structure separating male from female, but the only sure way to tell was for one to take off their clothes and—if male—for their genitalia to emerge from the slit that served by genders. The first time she witnessed this Cybelle was delighted at what appeared. The fact that it was attached to the second ambassador for the Siventen was even better.

Though she was officially a diplomat, Cybelle was actually a spy. Seducing the Siventen’s diplomats was part and parcel of her duties. She would have proceeded with the seduction if Ambassador Difan was female, it just wouldn’t have been as much fun.

She was happy to spread her legs for Difan’s chubby and hard cock. It fit nicely—if somewhat snuggly—into her pussy. The penetration wasn’t deep, but Cybelle didn’t need that. The strong male Siventen was thrilled to fuck her. Casual copulation wasn’t forbidden in their culture, but neither was in condoned. The spy and the ambassador soon made a couple of note when Cybelle all but moved into Difan’s quarters on the second moon of Harventer where human and Siventen relations were most active.

Officially Cybelle had nothing more to do than to keep an active social calendar holding parties for groups of humans and the Siventen. Unofficially she rifled through every document Difan brought home with him.

This evening the couple came home from one of those parties, hand in hand, letting everyone know exactly what they would be doing in private. The moment the door to Difan’s apartment was closed she dropped her dress to the floor and stepped out of the heavy fabric. As was her custom she was naked underneath the formalwear. It was how she preferred to dress. Actually, Cybelle preferred to be fully nude all the time, but that wasn’t possible. She was also happy to please her alien boyfriend by not having to shave the dark curls of pubic hair that grew between her legs. Siventen’s preferred their human partners to have as much body hair as possible. Cybelle had even stopped shaving her legs and underarms to appeal to her lover. It worked.

He observed her as she wandered the apartment relaxing before they went to bed. They made bland conversation about interstellar and interspecies relations until Cybelle, frustrated, demanded. Are we going to be soon? I need to get fucked.

Difan looked at her with wry amusement in his limpid eyes. Human females often show impatience when they are aroused, he observed while shuffling through some papers on the table. He had removed his overjacket but was still largely dressed. Cybelle corrected that by kneeling down in front of him, unbuckling his belt, and pulling off his pants.

Between his legs he was nearly perfectly smooth. A slit hung between his legs. Cybelle pressed her face in to his sex opening and eagerly licked it, pushing her tongue into him. Just inside and at the top of his opening was the almost bony hardness of his thorn, a part of his sex organs that had evolved when his race had forced females to copulate for days on end. The thorn would serve to hook their bodies together. Now it just served to stimulate Cybelle’s clit. A few licks was all at was needed to arouse Difan enough for his inseminator tool to emerge. It wasn’t properly a penis since he wasn’t human and didn’t expel liquid waste through it; Cybelle was all too happy to call it a cock.

Finally! she declared at it came out into the open and grew short, wide, and hard.

Ready to get fucked? he grunted at her. Once aroused the Siventen were eager and sometimes rough to the point of violent lovers. Cybelle liked it rough. She looked up at his eyes which were now almost all pupil, a sure sign of sexual excitement.

Not yet, she told him, licking her lips. His mouth opened up a bit and he huffed a bit in annoyance. His tongue was rough, his lips were strong. She knew that human female genitalia tasted like the fish of his homeworld. I need to get wet first.

She stood up and strode to the bedroom. He was right behind her. On the bed she fell to her back and spread her legs wide open. His wide mouth went to her cunt and he ate her out eagerly. It took very little to get Cybelle stimulated, but a Siventen tongue on her clit and snaking up into her vagina was all she really needed to cum, which is was she quickly did on his face. Difan wasn’t at all annoyed at the girl-jizz her pussy produced when she climaxed. He loved it. Cybelle was reasonably certain it was because his race spent so much time in the water. In any case he drank her juices , then suddenly jumped on her, thrusting his heavy alien cock into her human pussy.

Fat, she grunted at his rough treatment of her delicate parts.

Wanton human women like to get fucked with fat alien cocks, he pointed out.

This she knew. And he knew it all-too-well. His technique favored hard thrusts and pinning Cybelle down with his larger form. She didn’t mind the least. She liked to be ravaged. His thrusts came faster as he worked up to his orgasm, his thorn pressed and slammed hard against her clit. She had a mini-orgasm each time he landed hard on her pussy. Then suddenly she was burning on the inside. His cock had released his sticky semen into her. Unlike whitish human spunk Siventen semen was nearly clear and much stickier. It was also acidic which caused the burning sensation Cybelle experienced every time they fucked. She didn’t mind. It just helped push her over into another orgasm.

When he was done cumming, Difan rolled off his human lover’s body, pulling his cock back up into his genitalia slit. She remained on her back, legs spread, her cunt stretched wide open by his cock. This was the traditional pose of a submissive Siventen female; once she had been nearly fucked to death by a male it was her duty to stay on her back and let his sperm take their time to inseminate her. It would never happen with a human, of course, but she liked to please him in his traditional alien ways.

In the morning Cybelle woke to the smell of lemons and honey. That wasn’t unusual; strange, but usually pleasant, smells often emanated from Difan’s body. Her head was a little fuzzy from the night’s celebrations so she rolled out of the bed and wobbled to the large tub all Siventen’s seemed to have in their homes. As a race they eschewed the use of showers. Harkening back to their aquatic roots, the Siventen preferred to bathe in large bowl-shaped tubs. Difan’s was large enough to easily hold six humanoid bodies. Cybelle quickly filled it and slipped into the warm water.

Relaxing in the tub she realized that her body was sore, especially her breasts and stomach. In the back of her mind Cybelle made a note to check her flush schedule. She didn’t want to start menstruating without warning. A five minute trip to the gyno-flush would solve that. Her reverie of relaxation was disturbed by Difan plopping down on the tub’s edge and splashing his legs into the water. She rolled half around to eye him. He was naked, of course, and his cock was protruding out of his genital slit.

You looking for a date, big boy? she asked him.

He shook his rounded and nearly bald head. No. Fellatio.

She laughed at him. You know I can’t get that big thing in my mouth. That was one area where Siventen females excelled in comparison to human females.

You can lick, he told her.

That she could do and did so willingly. Siventen cocks were almost completely smooth and torpedo shaped with no curves or obvious head. She licked and sucked the best she could, manipulating his massive girth and rubbed his thorn. It didn’t take him long at all to achieve orgasm. His cock started pulsing and she was about to pull back, but Difan grabbed her head and kept her mouth in place at the end of his sex. No, he ordered. Swallow.

And she did so, the thick, clear fluid pumped out of his cock and she swallowed every drop. It burned pleasantly going do her throat, like a fine liquor. When he was done cumming he slipped into the tub next to her. She thought it was just a loving gesture, but then Cybelle realize her head was much woozier than she initially realized. She needed him to steady her body so she wouldn’t stupidly drown in the tub.

You okay? he asked in his typically short manner.

Dizzy, she replied, half-laughing at her unintentional mimicry of his speech pattern.

It happens, he said while pushing her over onto her back and moving her legs apart, giving him access to her pussy.

What’re you doing? she mumbled.

Fucking you.

Okay, she agreed sleepily.

His thick cock easily penetrated her prepared pussy; he pushed all the way in, making sure his thorn pressed tightly against her clit. Cybelle’s eyes rolled up into her head and she sighed contentedly.

I hope you have endurance, Difan said as she slowly drifted out of consciousness.

Mm-hmm, she absently agreed.

Cybelle wasn’t sure how long it was before she regained consciousness. Difan’s cock was still inside her cunt and she was gloriously spread open to him. There were two others in the rub room with them. She moved dreamily, not out of a sense of modesty, but because she couldn’t summon up any greater energy. The two Siventen’s spoke with Difan. She could understand their language much better than Difan knew.

Will she endure? the smaller Siventen asked.

Yes, Difan answered. She is…strong.

We’ll need to feed her.

Put a tube in her, Difan instructed.

Their bodies don’t do well for long periods in water.

She will survive. I’ve prepared her.

The larger Siventen now spoke. Is it…pleasurable to copulate with humans?

Difan snorted through his large nose. Yes. Very much so. You should try it.

With this one? he asked wryly

Difan let loose with his barking laugh. No. She is mine.

A tube slipped between Cybelle’s lips and wormed its way down her throat. Warm liquid started pumping into her stomach. It was strange but not unpleasant. She endured.

What is the expected outcome? the smaller stranger asked.

Success, of course, Difan replied. I’ve chosen well. Watch this. He reached out with both hands, grasped her ripe breasts, swollen with mild pain, and sharply pinched both her nipples. Cybelle tried to scream in protest, but the tube stopped her from making any real noise. She passed out to the sounds of their gruff laughter.

It was more than a day later when she awoke. Cybelle knew she had been out for too long a time. What caused her to wake up was Difan pulling his cock from her sex. The sudden emptiness left her frightened. Her pussy was sore. Her breasts were swollen. She was still dizzy and confused.

What did you do to me? she asked. Her brain still wasn’t functioning correctly. The warm water that supported her body felt wonderful still.

Fucked you. Pleasured you. Difan moved out of the tub and busied himself at the sink cabinet.

No. You did more. Where are your friends?

They left.

What did you do to me? she repeated.

Difan didn’t answer right away. He moved behind her, pulling her halfway out of the water and drying her skin with a towel. She knew she had been in the water for far too many hours, but her fingertips weren’t wrinkled and her skin was undamaged. Cybelle had no strength in her limbs and couldn’t resist anything Difan did.

Did you not enjoy our coupling?

Though she didn’t want to think about it, Cybelle had to admit she had enjoyed whatever alien pleasure they had participated in. Her pussy was sore, surely, but what vague memories she could dredge up were all filled with ecstasy and orgasms. Yes, I…loved it.

Good, he said and slipped a circle of metal around her neck. It wasn’t quite a collar nor was it really a necklace either. Cybelle looked down but couldn’t see it. Her hand went up to feel for the metal band. It wasn’t tight or uncomfortable. The metal was cool on her barely dry skin.

What is this? she asked.

Breeding band, he answered her. Cybelle caught sight of herself in the mirror that ran along one side of the room. She had seen them on some Siventen females, but had just thought them the latest jewelry fashion for the race.

What?

Difan slipped his hand down to her tummy and rested it lightly there. It was swollen as if she had eaten too large a meal, but the slight bulge was in the wrong location. You’re carrying our children. His limpid eyes met hers. She couldn’t detect what emotion he might be feeling. He pulled his heavy hand away and snapped a lock and metal cable to the breeding band making her feel much like a slave. Come. There is a…safe room for you.

Cybelle found it impossible to resist his gentle command. Did you drug me? she asked, stumbling to her feet. She was nude, of course, but that didn’t bother her at all. The fact that he had somehow managed to slip her a drug confounded her.

No, he answered. Then shook his head. Not exactly. You swallowed my semen.

The logic clicked into place for Cybelle. He tugged gently on the cable, leading her out of the tub room. She had played at bondage games before. This was no game. She was suddenly nervous but not yet scared.

What are you going to do to me? she asked.

Breeding room, he said. Keeps you safe.

In the back of his apartment Difan led her through what would normally be a servant’s entrance. They walked a short distance through a hall to a room that was exactly like a bedroom: comfortable human mattress, pillows, amusement center…and a row of medical equipment that was attended by four Siventen. The long cable attached to her breeding band was unceremoniously locked to the bed frame.

You can’t do this, Cybelle said, trying to gather her wits. You don’t know who I am.

You are a spy, he said abruptly. She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. Does not matter. We know. But you are best human for us to breed. It is…an experiment.

My government will be very unhappy, she said with a hint of warning. You’ll regret my kidnapping.

No, Difan said. We will not.

He walked out the door leaving her to the attention of the four medical attendants.

Cybelle wasn’t sure how long she was in the breeding room. Days? Assuredly. Weeks? Most definitely. How many months? She couldn’t tell at all. Every day he belly would swell a little more. Every day her breasts were bigger. She never had big tits, but now she was well enlarged beyond a double D cup. Everything about her body hurt.

And that said nothing of the emotions that roiled about inside her head. Love. Betrayal. Abandonment. Anger. Revenge. And certainly confusion.

The collar and cable were never removed. The med techs never left her room, her prison. They measured and probed and studies every inch of her, every hole, every secret hiding place. Her hands were free but that was somewhat worse because she could use them to feel the strange movements under the skin of her belly. There was something inside of her. Several somethings. She could feel them moving. Cybelle didn’t know how to feel about that.

She didn’t know what she would do if Difan walked through the door again. It was a good thing he didn’t for most of the time when her thoughts strayed to him, she contemplated murder.

There was little to distinguish one morning from the next, except the morning when her engorged womb pained her terribly.

Shit fuck, this hurts, she said to herself as she staggered to her feet and headed to bathroom. She was intercepted by the med techs.

It is time, they said to her.

For what? she growled at them.

Birthing. The laying of the offspring.

She had no time to protest as they hustled her into the adjoining room where a tub was filled with warm water. Cybelle was placed into the bath and her unusual labor progressed. Since she had never had a human child she did not know if what was occurring was normal or not. It seemed to progress like any other labor to her: long, painful, and seemingly endless.

When the time was right the med techs told her to start pushing. She did. The creatures in her womb were moving around in a frightful fashion but once the labor was seriously underway they settled down and were ready to be birthed.

The first coming out of her canal was the most painful. It stretched her out in the most excruciating way. Cybelle screamed as her hybrid offspring exited her body. She looked down to see her strange half-human child and then she screamed again. It was no child.

Perfectly normal, said one of the med techs.

It was an egg. Not a hard-shelled white egg like a bird, but a soft, gooey egg like that of a fish or frog. It slowly floated to the top of the water and Cybelle screamed again as her body pushed another of the eggs out. The tech kept the egg in the water, lightly anchoring it inside some mesh netting.

Inside the semi-translucent eggs she could see small bodies moving gently about.

Another egg was expelled from her body and she screamed again. The door to the birthing room opened and Difan walked in. Cybelle would have leapt up and strangled him right then and there if not for the collar holding her down and the near-crippling pain of birthing labor. He watched dispassionately as she pushed out the last of the eggs. A complete set of four. The techs carefully grouped them together in the protective netting.

Are you ready, Ambassador? one of them asked.

Yes. Difan walked over to the edge of the tub. Cybelle would have lunged at him to grab him around the neck and choke him to death if she had had any energy left to move. She didn’t, so all she could do was watch while he opened his tunic and exposed his genital slit.

Difan spared her a glance. She said nothing to him. His cock slipped out of his slit and he closed his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to finish his business. The greenish liquid sprayed from his cock and covered the eggs. When he was done his cock quickly retreated back into his body and Difan left the room with nary a look behind for Cybelle.

She was summarily dragged from the tub and dumped back into her bedroom.

What the fuck, was all Cybelle could think.

Alien Milk Fiend

By Grace Vilmont

Part One: Blue Milk

Chapter One

I dreamed that a man stood over me holding a can of spray paint. That in and of itself wasn’t all that strange except for the fact he had blue skin and four fingers and two thumbs on both hands, one thumb on each side. It wasn’t the blue of someone who isn’t breathing. It was the blue of the sky; it was his natural color. His face was handsome except for some strange bulges along the jaw; not exactly jowls but it gave his a steel-jaw look.

You’re asleep, he told me.

I know, I answered with the type of logic that only exists in dreams.

You won’t remember this.

That’s okay.

Open up your mouth and lift up your tongue.

It wasn’t the weirdest request I’d ever gotten from a guy, but when he asked it I realized he wasn’t wearing any clothes yet I couldn’t see his cock. It was like his body didn’t exist below the waist. Or maybe I was afraid to look that far down. Still, I did what he asked, parting my lips and lifting up my tongue for him to get whatever thrill he experienced by looking under nubile young ladies’ tongues.

I just expected him to peer into my mouth and then go running away to jerk off. Instead he looked in for just a second, and then raised up his can of spray paint and pressed the button.

Stupidly, again under the logic of dreams, I just stood there letting him spray the paint under my tongue. It wasn’t just a quick squirt; it felt like he emptied the can and I didn’t protest at all.

It tasted horrible, but I didn’t complain. I’d had lots of guys cum in my mouth and none of them had spunk that was quite as horrible as this spray paint. Only then did it occur to me that it probably wasn’t spray paint, but that’s how the logic of dreams works. But I was similarly convinced that the inside of my mouth, my chin, and my neck were all being coated in a bright cerulean blue, to match my new friend’s skin tone. And of course the guy with the blue skin and the extra thumbs was my friend. Why wouldn’t he be?

When he was done I coughed once and tried to spit out the flavor, but it wouldn’t go away. It wasn’t cloying and thick like a man’s cum, it was thin and acrid, bitter beyond words and it wouldn’t go away.

Go back to sleep, he Blue Skin ordered me.

Why?

Because I said so, he explained gently. When you wake up, you’ll feel much better.

I feel fine now, I argued.

The taste will disappear, he clarified.

Okay, I replied and closed my eyes, fell backward into infinity, and landed on my bed. When I woke up I was still coughing and the taste hadn’t gone away. It tasted like I sucked the dicks of a hundred unwashed smelly back-alley alcoholics.

I hate when my dreams lie to me, I muttered as I staggered out of bed and headed for the shower. I ran the shower until the hot water started to give out. Most of the time I just stood under the showerhead letting the water spray directly into my mouth. I knew the taste was purely psychosomatic, but realizing that made it even worse. When the water got too cold I turned it off, dried off, and got ready for the day.

Chapter Two

By the end of the day I was ready to go home, eat a cheap, reheated meal out my freezer and go to bed. The office building I work in is huge and we are unlucky enough to have to use a parking garage next door. Everyone says it’s completely secure and safe. And up until that day I believed them. But when I unlocked the door to my ancient Volkswagen Golf there he was, standing next to the passenger door, the man of my dreams.

Actually, he was the man from the previous night’s dream except he didn’t have blue skin or extra thumbs. Neither did he have the weird bulges on the sides of his jaw. He looked like a completely normal man dressed in a dark suit with a plain tie and white shirt; the epitome of normality. Nothing for me to be concerned about.

I’d like to go home with you, Molly. Would that be all right? His voice was pleasant, but a bit flat. He was completely normal. Too normal.

I just nodded. Why would I say no to a stranger asking me to take him home to my place? Just common sense, that’s all. Okay, I agreed.

I got in and unlocked the passenger door. He sat down and I carefully drove out of the parking garage and headed for home. It would have been completely normal if not for the fact it made no sense at all.

There was no conversation in the car. What did we have to talk about? I didn’t even play the radio because that might have upset him. When I arrived home I led him to my apartment door and let him inside as if he were a long lost friend.

I didn’t even know his name.

I’m sorry to have disturbed you last night, he began. An apology is nice. It was very polite. Normally you aren’t aware when we visit. It’s better that way.

I’m not aware? I asked. My words felt thick on my tongue and the terrible taste was back.

He blinked and shook his head. "Sorry. I sometimes have difficulty with the subtleties of English. When I said you in this case, I mean humans."

Humans, I repeated.

That’s right. Please take off your shirt and brassiere.

Who actually says brassiere? This guy. He was sort of handsome and had a strong, almost lantern-like, jaw. It was almost too square. Still, I liked him and automatically started stripping. My shirt was off and draped over the living room couch and I was reaching up behind my back to unhook my bra when I stopped to think about what I was doing.

Why am I doing this? I asked out loud. I wasn’t sure if I was asking him or myself. He answered, though.

Because your breasts hurt, he said. It will feel good to release them from their containment.

Right, I agreed and found that he was right. They had been getting heavier and sore all day. I thought it was because of my cycle. The timing was right. Or maybe it was because I was tired and wanted to go to bed. I should take off my bra.

Yes, he agreed and watched me intently. Any man would be happy to watch a woman take off her clothes. I don’t want to brag, but I always thought I had a great set of tits. Not too big and not too small. Bright pink nipples that were just slightly upturned and when I was cold they made incredibly distinctive bumps through my clothing. I was always aware when I was showing but had also developed the good sense to ignore people’s stares. Like I said, I was proud of my tits. I didn’t show them off in an obvious way with huge amount of cleavage, but I was always aware of the cut of my clothes.

I took off my bra and let him inspect me. I didn’t flinch away when he reached out and caressed my tits, running his hand over them, feeling my soft skin, weighing each breast and carefully evaluating them.

Good, he nodded. I was afraid the catalyst hadn’t taken when I administered it last night. It appears you physiological response is correct, but your psychological one is the one in error.

Are you saying I’m nuts? I asked him half seriously.

Nuts?

Crazy. Insane. Wrong in the head. Brain damaged.

He tilted his head slightly to the side as if processing what I had said. No, you are not brain damaged. That would have shown on our scans. And you appear to fall within typical parameters of human personality and emotional norms.

It only now truly struck me that his words were stilted. I was starting to think he was the sort of person who appeared completely normal but after a few minutes conversation—such as it was—he was probably somewhere on the autism spectrum. That was okay. Normal is overrated.

Then I really processed what he had said. Scans?

It is our typical procedure to scan all our candidates, he said as if that explained everything.

Our conversation had completely gone off the rails. I was standing topless in my living room with a stranger essentially giving me a breast exam. My life wasn’t exactly a paragon of normality up to that point but this was a turn for the epically bizarre. Wait a fucking second, I said managing to get control of myself and take a step back from his hands. When his contact broke I felt a sudden sense of loss. As much as it hurt to not immediately rush back to his professional and clinical mauling of my tits I stood firm. What are you talking about?

His head tilted back the other way. When your scans came out within our sought-after normal range we initiated contact in the normal way. He paused. By that I mean I visited you last night to administer the catalyst.

My sarcastic nature came back to me. Spraying a girl’s mouth with anti-Binaca on a first date isn’t the best opening gambit. I’m pretty easy. You don’t have to roofie me.

Now his head tilted in the other direction. The catalyst wasn’t intended to lower your inhibitions. It was designed to induce lactation. Your breasts should be getting swollen and sore right now. He looked down at them and it struck me that during our conversation—strange as it was—he wasn’t acting like a typical man and staring at my naked tits. He was staring me in the eye.

They are sore, I admitted.

What we didn’t anticipate is your wakeful state during the procedure. Human woman are supposed to remain in REM sleep. You did not. That is not good.

Yeah, whatever. I’m pretty sure right now I’m high and hallucinating or maybe I’m still dreaming.

This is no dream, he assured me.

Fine. What do we do now? Despite everything up to the moment, this little encounter—or fever dream, whichever—I was vaguely turned on by this strange man’s unusual wiles in getting me…well, topless and interested in bedding him, if nothing else. I knew myself; I could feel my pussy moistening at the idea of having sex with a stranger. It wasn’t my top shelf fantasy, but it wasn’t something I had managed to do just yet.

I drain your breasts and we repeat the process until the catalyst has worn off. Usually it takes it month.

A whole month of romance, I told him flatly. You know how to sweep a girl off her feet. What if I say no?

You will not, he commanded me. I knew I wasn’t going to say no, but I wanted to hear his reaction.

Why is that? I challenged him.

You will not, he repeated. He paused and tilted his back to neutral. Do you want me to drain your breasts or not?

I was so tempted to say no, I didn’t want him to touch me further and to please leave my home, but I didn’t. I wanted to see what happened next. Okay, let’s do it.

The next thing I knew he had somehow moved us both to my bedroom and I was falling backward onto the bed. Then he was atop me and his mouth glommed onto my nipple. It sounds like I wasn’t willing to go along with what he wanted but…the opposite was true. Everything he did felt wonderful. Especially when his lips and tongue touched my nipple. It was positively electric. My back arched up—I had no control—and I immediately started breathing heavily as if I were about to cum. But I couldn’t cum. I could just feel his mouth on my breast and…

And…

And…I could feel my milk being sucked free of my breast. I felt truly, wonderfully, and wholly incredible. I didn’t cum but I wanted to. I didn’t know my breasts were carrying milk until that moment. I didn’t know they were actually making milk until my strange lover started sucking on me. I looked down at his face and he had changed back to his blue skin with the strange bulges on the sides of his jaw. His hand was on my other tit, slowly massaging it, and I noted that he had grown back his extra thumb. It felt good when he squeezed me, better than any of my previous lovers.

And I saw my thin blue milk welling up through the nipple between his fingers and I nearly passed out. Milk wasn’t supposed to be blue, was it? It wasn’t deep blue or navy blue or sky blue, it was the palest of blues, cornflower blue, more white than blue, but it wasn’t normal. Was it?

I wanted more, immediately. I wanted sex. I wanted cock. I wanted his cock. I wanted to jill off. There was only one problem. I was completely paralyzed. I couldn’t move while my blue alien lover-to-be sucked at my tit and pulled every little drop of milk from my tit.

For just a second I was given some respite when he released his mouth-lock on my right breast and switched over to the left. I was able to breathe again—I hadn’t realized I had been holding my breath—and my body relaxed for the moment. But the instant he latched on to my left nipple I was once again paralyzed and he sucked hard on me again and I wanted sex again but couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted—needed—to cum but I couldn’t.

And then it was over. He was standing up and straightening his tie to his dark suit. Thank you, he said. It would be best if I returned every night to continue your treatment. If the milk builds up…the pain will be incredible. I would advise not resisting. He nodded once to me and turned around, leaving through the bedroom door.

Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, I muttered under my breath. Or tried to, at least. I was breathing heavily as if I had run a marathon. It had been years since I’d run further than the minimum distance to pass those horrible physical fitness tests in high school so maybe my marathon distance was a few hundred yards. Still…I was exhausted but not sated. He had brought me to the brink of orgasm and left me wet and hungry.

I managed to roll over to the edge of my bed and reach into the little space between mattress and floor. My trusty green and blue vibrator was immediately at hand. I switched him on and eagerly kicked off my pants and underwear. Busy Billy was in my pussy a second later and a minute after that I was experiencing the most satisfying orgasm that probably annoyed my neighbors the way I screamed out when my pussy spasmed around that little delight of batteries, silicone, and Chinese built electric motors.

Chapter Three

The next day when I woke up my breasts felt heavier but weren’t really sore. They felt good, kind of similar to how I felt after a good night’s sleep and I woke up in the right mood. It probably wasn’t a conscious decision, but I chose to wear my pink and white top that was just barely appropriate enough for the office, showed of exactly the correct amount of cleavage to be sexy but not slutty, and fitted me perfectly. It was one of those good days.

Just before lunch I passed Rich Purnell in the hallway. He grinned at me and said, Looking extra good today, Molly. Then he winked. Despite myself I melted inside.

Shit, that wasn’t what I wanted to feel at all. I had what could accurately be called an affair with Rich last year. He’s not married, but he’s been living with the same woman for ten years. They even have a kid together. That didn’t stop me from having sex with him, but every time afterwards I felt terrible about it. Guilty. The sex I enjoyed, but I knew he should be home with his girlfriend. I was just the piece on the side.

Thanks, I said trying to keep my voice neutral. Inside I was resisting the temptation to giggle. I did let my eyes rake across his body for just half a second. He was still fit, still in shape. Nothing was showing through his pants but I flashed back to his wonderful cock and wondered if it was still as luscious as I remembered.

You change something? he asked, pausing in the hallway.

I stopped walking as well and reminded myself that we were just to colleagues taking a minute to chat. It meant nothing. No. I’m still the same. I smiled at him. He was looking at my chest, examining my cleavage. It was a ploy, I knew, he just wanted a minute to stare down my shirt. Not that he would see anything. My nipples weren’t abruptly going to burst out and show themselves.

His grin didn’t diminish at all. After a quick glance left and right to confirm that no one was walking towards us, he said, You didn’t have your tits done, did you? He had dropped his voice to a near-whisper, as if confiding some incredible secret to me.

I fought the urge to fold my arms across my bust. No. Of course not. These are all natural. Except for whatever it was that my alien lover sprayed in my mouth, I thought.

They look good, he said, staring at my chest meaningfully. Have you been working out?

No, and stop showering me with compliments. You aren’t going to get into my pants. And right up to the moment I spoke those words, he wasn’t going to get into my pants. But after they filled the air, there was nothing more than I wanted was Rich’s cock.

Your lips say no, but your eyes say yes.

I recognized the grin on his face. It was the grin he had every time we made a date to have sex. I needed to assert myself and stay in control. I had my alien lover to think about. Goodbye, Rich. I have a lot of work to do today. I turned crisply on my heel and walked down the hallway. I could feel his eyes on my ass but I didn’t look back. I was proud of myself.

After I ate lunch I was still hungry and, unfortunately, I knew exactly what I was hungry for. Since he worked in the accounting and personnel area of our office Rich had a semi-private office that could be locked when he was discussing sensitive monetary or hiring (and firing) issues. I worked in budget. It wasn’t that unusual for me to visit him.

When I walked into his open office I closed the door behind me, locking it in the process. He grinned. It was that stupid shit-eating grin that at once excited and infuriated me because he knew exactly what he was getting.

Shut up. Don’t say anything, I said as I marched across his small office, pushing his chair back to give me room to sit my butt on the edge of his desk. He leaned back and continued to grin at me. I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties.

Panties might be overstating it a bit. As a good girl, I normally wore my conservative bikinis to work. Today I woke up feeling good and sexy. I had put on a thong that straddled the line between comfortable and sexy, but was completely inappropriate for the office. But so was pulling off your undergarments while seated in front of a coworker’s face. He barely glanced at the scrap of red lac I pulled over my heels and instead leaned forward, burying his face into my pussy.

The moment his tongue met my clit I gasped and pulled him in tight to me. I was already wet. His lips and tongue made me soaking. I was so charged up from my fantasy the night before with my blue-skinned lover that he actually made me cum right there on his desk before either of us realized it.

Fuck you’re still noisy, he cursed under his breath, as if that would help cover up the squeals I had made during my orgasm. I hadn’t given him permission to speak but I didn’t complain.

You liked it before, I tossed back at his now pussy juice covered face.

Turn around, he said as he pulled me off his desk and unbuckling his belt.

I did as he asked, hiking up my skirt higher, exposing my lily-white ass to him, and bent over the desk. We had done this before, but always before after office hours, not during the day. He pushed my legs further apart and then he was inside of me. I sighed with contentment and Rich started fucking me urgently. We had to do this fast and silently because we were supposed to be working.

His cock felt good inside me. It had been a year since we had last fucked. We hadn’t had some explosive breakup and his girlfriend didn’t find out about us, our relationship just naturally petered out. This was a nice renewal of it, though. He didn’t last long—luckily—and came quickly. The load of hot cum he shot off inside me along with his nicely curved cock hitting me in all the right spots caused me to cum again. I bit my knuckle to keep from crying out.

After he managed to catch his breath Rich pulled out and grabbed a couple of tissues from a box on his desk, wiping off his cock. I followed his lead, grabbing a few more tissues to wipe up my thighs and pussy, dropping them in the trash can. He tucked himself back inside his pants—he had barely opened up his pants to fuck me, it was that fast and furious—while I snatched my panties off the floor and pulled them back into place. I was certain a little bit of his leavings would seep out of me during the day. Already I was anticipating several trips to the bathroom to deal with that issue.

What’s going on here, he said, indicating my boobs when had rearranged my clothes back to normal.

When I looked down I noticed twin wet spots spoiling the front of my shirt. Fuck. That’s the last thing I need.

But what’s wrong? Rich seemed genuinely worried. I wasn’t sure if that was because he thought he might have hurt me or if he was concerned I was suffering from some dread disease.

I quickly thought up a lie. New birth control pills. Unintentional side effect makes me lactate.

What? He almost jumped back over his chair.

One of the unintentional side effects makes me lactate, I repeated for him. It’s one of those warnings on the insert that comes with every pack of birth control pills. Out of curiosity I actually read my older sister’s once when she started on hers. It’s amazing what reading can teach you.

I didn’t know that. You never did it before.

I sighed. Yeah. New pills. Doctor is switching me to another prescription. I don’t want to walk around with milky tits. That was along lie, I realized as soon as I spoke it. I liked walking around with milky tits, but that wasn’t for him to know.

His expression went from concerned to worried. Should I be worried about this?

Predictable. No. I’m safe.

That was another of my lies. I hadn’t been on birth control in months. For all I knew I could be knocked up with Rich’s baby right then and there. Doubtful, but possible.

Okay. He nodded and then went back to his charming self. Maybe I can drop by your place tonight or tomorrow…?

I’ll let you know, I told him flatly and went to the door, unlocking it, and walking out, calling over my shoulder as I did so. Thanks for all the numbers. I’ll have the report for you next week.

Rich started after me, I’m not sure if it was to get a better answer to the time and place of our next rendezvous or to remind me about the milk that was soaking my shirt. I didn’t bother to stick around and find out.

I snuck back to my cubicle and pulled my emergency sweater out of the bottom desk drawer. It didn’t match my shirt and it hid my cleavage, but it also hid the milk stains, so I didn’t care. A quick trip to the bathroom confirmed that my milk had stopped leaking. I dried up my shirt the best I could and used the toilet, wiping away even more of Rich’s cum. I had forgotten that he shot gobs and gobs of it. I didn’t know if it was because his girlfriend didn’t put out enough or his balls simply worked overtime and he had a supply of cum like King Midas had a supply of gold.

I don’t know how he got into my apartment but Blue Skin appeared to me as I was trying to fall asleep. Falling asleep with tits full of milk is next to impossible and I didn’t know what to do about it. That is, I knew I could hand express myself, squirting out my milk and getting some relief that way. I knew I could probably run down to the store—everything in my area is open twenty four hours it seems—and buy a breast pump to do the same thing. But I didn’t want to do either of those. I wanted my alien lover to come and suckle from me.

It was a stupid thought because I knew my tits were just acting up because of my cycle and of the new pills my doctor had prescribed me. I had convinced myself that weird aliens didn’t visit you in the middle of the night and force young women to lactate for their pleasure. That was just stupid.

But when he walked into my bedroom I remembered that I hadn’t gone to the doctor and I wasn’t on birth control pills. I was focusing on my career at the moment and not sleeping around like I used to. I didn’t need to be on the pill. Apparently blue-skinned aliens with a taste for human breast milk was a thing.

He sniffed the air and furrowed his brow. Why do I smell the scent of a man in here? You are unattached. He wasn’t angry. At least, I didn’t read him like he was angry. But there was catch in his voice and he was disturbed.

Nope, I said trying to keep what was real and what wasn’t straight in my head. No man in here.

He approached my bed and sniffed deeply again. The small bulges in his jaw expanded slightly. Were they air sacs? I didn’t want to ask right then. Have you copulated with a man recently? The corners of his mouth turned down but I didn’t read anger or upset on his visage. It was like the muscles of his face went through the routine of what was supposed to be anger, but he wasn’t capable of projecting that emotion.

Yes, I admitted. There wasn’t a reason to lie. Was there?

He shook his head. You should not have done that.

Why not? I challenged him with a boldness I didn’t truly feel. I’m a grown woman and I can fuck whoever I want.

His expression didn’t change. It will upset the delicate balance of chemicals and hormones in your body. We must fix that.

Sounds good, I agreed as I sat up in my bed and let the sheets fall off my body. For sleeping I normally wore a nightie or plain white cotton panties and a matching white cotton t-shirt or camisole. Tonight was a white cotton night. I pulled the cami over my head and freed my tits. It felt good to do that. Want to start by sucking on my tits? I can tell they’re full of milk.

That didn’t sound like me at all. Sure, I had my forward moments with guys, but what had this stranger done to my mind? He had caused my breasts to grow and start producing milk by spraying something in my mouth. How fucked up is that? And I wasn’t at all upset by this change in my life. I had had sex with an alien—sort of—and was acting like it was just another normal day in the life of Molly. I should have run screaming from my bedroom. Instead I was inviting Blue Skin into my bed.

We’ll have to start there, he agreed. Next thing I knew he was in bed with me, naked, and lowering his mouth to my swollen breast. How did he move so fast and take off his black suit? I should have been thinking about those two oddities but instead my mind went to Nirvana as he drew my nipple into his mouth and started sucking. My milk released right away, my head lolled back on the pillow and I was in heaven. I didn’t know the first thing about breast feeding but if this is what it felt like for women feeding their babies then I couldn’t understand why any woman wouldn’t want to breast feed. Who wants to deal with the hassle of bottles when this felt so good?

As he fed on me his six digit hand went into my panties to explore my pussy. I spread my legs open to give him access. The problem with this move is that it traps whoever’s hand is in my panties. I want them off but I don’t want to close my legs to get rid of that annoying cotton.

Somehow Blue Skin managed to get my underwear off me without removing his hand from my pussy. If you’ve never had your clit pinched between two thumbs at the same time I’d highly recommend getting an alien lover just to try it. Or have your current lover use two hands on your pussy at the same time. He also had at least two fingers stuffed up inside me. I was paralyzed by lust—just the way I like it.

All the while he was doing this he steady sucked in a perfectly rhythmic way at my left breast, draining it of all the milk. It felt wonderful. The moment I was empty, my breast unable to produce a drop more of milk, he switched to my right breast and did the same thing again. I had two orgasms while this was going on, one for each breast. They weren’t powerful ones, the ones you tell your best friend about the moment you have a new boyfriend. They were the type you had as a warm up to the big show.

When my right was empty I was left breathless but still ready for more.

I need to explore you, my lover said.

Okay, I immediately agreed. I would have agreed to commit treason with him right that moment if he had asked.

Instead he simply slipped all four of his fingers into my pussy. I was so moist and ready there was barely any resistance. I groaned my appreciation of his technique as his thumb started circling my clit. I’m sure my eyes were rolling up into my head. I wasn’t stretched to some ridiculous degree, but just pleasantly filled and correctly stimulated. And then he pushed his second thumb up into my ass. He didn’t even bother to lube me up, but his thumb went right in anyway.

I’m not the sort of girl who objects to anal sex. I’ve done it a few times; it was okay. I’ve only ever dated one guy who professed a need to do anal all the time. I never came from a cock in my ass; it just felt good because the guy I was doing it for liked to do it.

When Blue put his thumb up my butt it was seconds later when my entire body started shaking. I was literally trembling, like I was having an epileptic fit. Pulses of electricity were running through me and instead of being painful it was perfect. I wanted more but all too soon he pulled his hand free of me.

No damage was done. I was glad of that. Having a pair of electrodes applied to my cunt wasn’t exactly what I had been expecting. You should avoid other lovers for the next month. You wouldn’t want something to go wrong.

That’s when it occurred to me the non-existent damage he was talking about wasn’t from his hand but from Rich’s cock.

Right, I dumbly agreed.

Then Blue was on top of me. My legs were already spread so there was little for me to do other than lay back and be fucked in the super-traditional missionary position. My eyes popped open when I felt his cock exploring the top of my slit, teasing my clit. And I do me exploring. I looked down at the space between our bodies. He wasn’t holding his rock-hard cock with one hand and running it up and down my opening, getting the head wet for easy entry. No. Not at all. He wasn’t even hard. He didn’t really even have a cock.

He had something like a cock. It wasn’t that much bigger than the largest cock I’d ever had before, but it was much thicker. I think I liked that. But it wasn’t hard. It was more like the biggest tongue I’d ever seen, full of ridges and bumps, and blue, a dark blue that wasn’t a color found in nature. At least on Earth. It was an interdimensional blue. Maybe it was like a short, fat tentacle exploring me. He didn’t have a single strand of pubic hair. Maybe he shaved; maybe that was normal for him. That was fine. I shaved my pussy so we were a matched set; sort of. It doesn’t matter because it functioned exactly like a human cock but not.

When his cock was done exploring my vulva it wormed its way into my pussy and I gasped with shock because it was so inhuman—and then I gasped with shock again because it felt so good.

His cock felt a million times better than anything I’d ever had up my twat before: fingers, cock, tongue, or toys. I laid back and expected him to start pounding away at me. I wanted him to start pounding away at me.

That didn’t happen.

Instead he went all the way in, filling me all the way up, and then his hips stopped moving—but his cock was active inside my pussy, wigging, thrashing, exploring, pulsing, vibrating. Everything it was doing made me feel incredible and I allowed him to control me. It was the strangest sex I ever had.

It was also the best.

His alien cock gave me a series of rolling orgasms that cannot possibly be accurately described. You have to experience it for yourself. I’ll repeat: if you ever have the chance to bed an alien lover go ahead and do it. You won’t regret your decision.

I knew he came because after he rolled off me I was still paralyzed as all the muscles in my body twitched uncontrollably. As I was going through this fit his clothes went back on and he said, I will visit again tomorrow night. Do not take another lover.

When he was gone I groaned in satisfaction. My pussy was tingling and I reached down to caress her a bit but found his leavings dribbling out of me. I wasn’t surprised that it was bluish-white. I wasn’t surprised at the huge amount of it either. What did surprise me was how good it tasted.

No, I don’t know why I was compelled to taste his cum that was left in my cunt, but I did and I’m not ashamed of it. It was the right thing to do.

Chapter Four

My breasts weren’t sore the next morning, but I could feel them working. I know it’s stupid, but I could feel them making milk. That day I went with a comfortable bra, something much more casual and soft than usual, and a pair of plain panties. I wanted to put on a thong because I was feeling sexy, but the thought of a string rubbing against my anus all day didn’t sit well with me. The bastard hadn’t used any lube when he shoved his finger up inside me.

I wasn’t at work more than five minutes before Rich sent me an office email.

Come to my office for a meeting this morning? The note was short and to the point. It was also business neutral. Anyone of the corporate IT spies who were supposedly reading all of our company emails would think anything of Rich’s message…unless they knew we had fucked the day before.

I sighed. My pussy twitched with desire and I wanted to have sex. A few years ago I had been dating three different guys at the same time, sleeping with them all. The sex was great. The more I had the more I wanted but juggling three different people going in and out of my bed became more stressful that it was worth. Choosing between Rich and Blue was difficult, but I knew the answer before I consciously formed the thought.

Sorry. Not today. Maybe later. Also short and to the point. Fuck you, IT spies.

Rich came by my cube half an hour before lunch. Want to have lunch together since you won’t have time for a meeting today? he asked with a wink. Rosa, my cube mate (fuck you corporate cube farm engineers) missed his leer entirely.

No. I glared at him and he got the hint.

Maybe tomorrow then, he said with a nod at Rosa who continued to ignore him. We’ve got to meet to get those figures straight.

I normally brought lunch and ate in our too-small lunchroom. Rich must have been staking out my hallway. The moment I emerged from my cube he glommed onto me and walked with me down the hall. My office is private if you don’t want to eat in the lunchroom.

I sighed. I loved having sex with Rich. I half hated doing it in his office and half loved it because of the extra thrill. But I had made a promise to Blue. I wouldn’t cheat on him with Rich. I needed to save my body, my pussy, my milk for Blue. Rich would simply have to wait or be happy with his wife. I can’t, I told him adding a bit of a plaintive cry in my voice.

Why not? We can schedule for any time in the day. Or…we could meet after normal office hours. He let the side of his mouth twist upward to a smile, but only on the left of his face.

"I’m…I’m seeing someone