A pair of strong hands reaches in through the crack in the door you'd been planning on making your escape through. The fingers curl around the edge of the door and tear it from its frame like it was made of paper.
Pink-skinned with neon rainbow-colored hair, the love-starved Android Aaisla bursts in, clad in a red and blue jumpsuit with zipper pulled down to her navel to show off her soft synthetic skin and generous cleavage.
With one swift karate chop, she severs the extraterrestrial hand that is eagerly caressing your privates from the rest of the voluptuous alien right above the wrist. Your alien admirer lets out a pained shriek and recoils as Aaisla grabs you by the arm and pulls you from the crevice in between the blob's buxom breasts.
As Aaisla drags you down the corridor away from the intoxicating ooze, you feel a twitch in your underwear and realize the gooey fingers are still somehow functioning, despite being lobbed off the rest of the alien. Those three fingers continue to squeeze and pull at your shaft with all the same loving enthusiasm as before. Trying to run on steady legs becomes more and more difficult as you come closer and closer to busting in your shorts.
Aaisla stops and looks you up and down. She grabs the alien by what's left of the arm protruding from your waistband and hurls the eagerly twitching hand as far as she can down the hallway. You hear it land with a splat! somewhere in the distance.
"Put this on," Aaisla orders, tossing you a jumpsuit that matches yours, the jumpsuit you abandoned earlier.
This time you take a moment and put it on. At least now you're not running around half-naked, though the jumpsuit still doesn't do much to conceal the shape of your boner, still throbbing from the disembodied handjob that very nearly brought you to orgasm.
"She can't steal you from me!" Aaisla insists. "Not again!"
She surprises you by grabbing you by the collar of the jumpsuit and pulling you in for a series of short, sensual kisses, gradually increasing the amount of tongue she slips you with each one.
You're starting to forget why you were fleeing her in the first place. A fella could get used to this.
Then, without warning, she puts a hand on the center of your chest and shoves you. You stumble back through a doorway into a tiny room.
Aaisla taps a couple buttons on a console nearby and a transparent door panel closes between the two of you and locks.
"Sorry, lover," she says, sounding out of breath from kissing you. (Of course, she's not actually out of breath. Her ability to emulate human behavior is just top-notch.) "You should be safe in there until we figure out how to get that interstellar skank off our ship."
You're about to object to being imprisoned when you hear something moving below you. You look down and realize you're standing directly above a vent. And through the grate peeks a tiny bit of the same shimmery, navy blue slime the too friendly by far blob monster from earlier was made of.
You watch as the slime stretches and extends towards you into a long, narrow tendril. Then the tip of the tendril stretches and morphs until it's formed that shiny, big-lipped mouth. You watch in horrified fascination as the lips pucker at you, as if trying to beckon you down to them for a kiss.
They have all the pouty fullness of the last time you saw them, except they're much smaller now. Small enough, it turns out, to dart up the leg of your jumpsuit. You try to step away, but the tendril coils around your ankle, holding you in place. You look through the transparent glass of the door and see Aaisla with her back turned to you, looking up and down the adjacent corridors for her romantic rival, completely oblivious that she's currently wrapping herself around your leg.
You feel two mushy lips planting a supremely soft, kinda sticky kiss on your calf muscle.
You try to call Aaisla's attention to the tendril climbing up through the grate and around your leg, but nothing will come out when you try to form words. You try to wrap on the glass of the door, but it's just out of reach. And the more times the tendril wraps itself around your leg like a serpent, the harder it is for you to change positions.
The coil is tight enough to hold you in place, but gentle enough that it feels exactly like a soft hand lovingly caressing its way around your body. It coats you in a thin trail of slime, leaving that tingly sensation traveling up and down your leg, occasionally punctuating the trail with an affectionate smooch.
You begin to wonder how much of this sticky, tingly, euphoric sensation is from the slimy residue those lips leave behind, and how much is just the natural result of her being a really good kisser.
You're still trying to think of a way to get Aaisla to turn around when you feel your alien paramour nearing your privates. But she ignores that part of you . . . for right now, anyway. Instead, she leaves a trail of soft kisses up your outer thigh.
By the time she reaches your torso, you're actually relieved Aaisla hasn't
caught your leech-like lover. You're just letting it happen, enjoying this display of that blob monster's affection.
The lips kiss their way across your stomach and around your back and then continue spiraling around your body, tying you up in the tendril's sinewy strand. But you're not bothered by your bondage. Your lulled into a sense of security by the sweetness of the smooching.
She's wrapped completely around your right leg and around your torso up to your chest. You feel her wet tongue loll out and she laps at your nipples, making you squirm and eliciting a moan of pleasure.
This finally gets Aaisla's attention. She rapidly turns to face you.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," you moan, barely able to get the word out. "I'm very okay!"
Aaisla raises her eyebrows suspiciously, but turns back around and continues to scan for threats in front of the cell she's placed you in.
The titillating tendril shoots up and pops out of the collar of your jumpsuit. The shimmering mouth kisses up the side of your neck. Then the sinewy strand arches around so you're looking directly at the sentient pair of lips. That big purplish-blue tongue pops out of the hungry mouth, and then the lips plunge forward to give you a big, sloppy kiss on the mouth. You squirm and moan caught somewhere between horror and ecstasy.
Aaisla continues to face away, not realizing that you're being seduced by her rival for your affections literally right behind her back.
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