Chapter #6Try To Escape The Alien's Embrace by: Sly F   You find yourself pulling away from her oversized lips. The close encounter of the physically intimate kind that you just had was undeniably earth-shattering. But now the tingly, euphoric feeling is fading, and you're starting to come back to your senses.
Now that the love-making is over and you're far too exhausted for it to resume, you're hit by wave after wave of shame. First, that you gave in to lust and allowed yourself to couple with this bizarre inhuman creature at all. Then, that you've allowed her to distract you from your crucial mission. The details are starting to come back to you. The fate of the entire galaxy may be resting on your shoulders.
Your alien admirer puckers her giant lips again and plunges them towards you. But this time you dodge them before they can smooch you. You struggle out of your seat and manage to move away from her, not an easy feat when you feel sore everywhere from the loving treatment she just poured all over you.
You find your shorts and pull them back on so that you're at least covering some of your shame, even though you're not exactly sure who you're covering anything for. As far as you can tell, you seem to be the only human aboard this ship. You look back at the creature you've just made love with. Despite a lack of facial features, the scowl on her outrageous kisser tells you everything you need to know about what kind of mood she's in. As does the furious way she lunges forward to try to cover the distance you've just created between you and her. You manage to stumble back to the door on shaky legs and put your hands through the tiny gap you created earlier, looking over your shoulder the entire time. Your leech-like lover crawls a lot slower than she humps.
More of the slimy strands holding the door in place snap, and you're finally able to squeeze through the gap back out into the corridor. The door slams shut again, right in the alien's face as she lunges for you.
As you throw yourself down the hallway, you're almost relieved that the ship is so abandoned. At least there's nobody to explain yourself to when they catch you dizzily stumbling down the corridor, disheveled and covered in huge, glossy black lip prints.
You hurl around one corner after the other, trying to make sure you've left that alien as far behind you as possible. You're not even that worried about running into your obsessed android pursuer Aaisla anymore. Whatever that robot wants to do to you, you feel she'll at least probably be more gentle than all the things you and the alien blob monster just did.
Suddenly, your foot feels cold and wet and you hear a loud squelch! You look down and realize you've just stepped in a puddle of the goo your alien lover was made of. You try to pull your foot out, but it's too sticky.
The goo transforms before your eyes from almost liquid to a more solid tentacle. It makes its way up your leg as you continue to try to pull free of it, wrapping itself around and around and around you.
Once the gooey tendril is wrapped around the entire length of your leg, you watch as the tip of the tentacle stretches and transforms into a pair of lips. They press against your stomach.
Suddenly, YOINK!, you're yanked off your feet and lying on your back. You can now see that the long, wet tentacle stretches all the way to an open vent along the floor. You look for something, anything, to grab on to, but there's nothing to save you from being pulled along the floor into the air ducts.
As the long, sinewy tentacle pulls you though the sharp curves and sudden drops of the maze of air ducts, it continues to wrap itself around you, the lips leaving a trail of sticky kisses as they go until her mouth finally reaches yours. Her tongue swishes back and forth between your lips. You have no idea where she's taking you, and you're not sure whether you're scared or actually kind of excited about what she has in mind for you when you finally get there.
When you're finally pulled into a crawl space with a little more wiggle room, the alien creature seems to inflate like a balloon. The tentacle coiled around you merges into a torso and two familiar three-fingered arms that embrace you. The lips grow and stretch until they're full and glistening and almost the size of your face again. You feel her breasts grow rounder and fuller and firmer until there's barely any room for you and her out-of-this-world boobies in the narrow crawl space any more.
You slide a little further down the duct and then drop down a sharp, deep shaft. Luckily, the gelatinous form of your extraterrestrial lover is able to cushion your fall.
You find yourself in a much more open space of the shop, far wider and taller than the corridors you were just wandering around in. You look around and find that you're . . .
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