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The towering physique and latent, primal strength of the cool gray, impressively muscular sangheili ominously approaching you would have sent anyone who had no knowledge of the frighteningly tall alien's intentions running in terror. By the fact that you were standing naked in a bedroom, and had a good few hours to help deal with weeks of pent-up arousal meant that there was little room to misinterpret just what the larger, considerably larger male (whose head very nearly touched the ceiling) was approaching you for. Your partner had an unmistakable hunger in those intelligent, sharp eyes, practically boring into your own and unblinking: you had to crane your neck just to meet that attentive, powerful gaze. Along with the natural, heady musk that subtly permeated the air around you, a good twelve inches of sheathed, heavy and drooping alien length was clearly visible between those bulky, digitigrade legs, paired with an equally impressive set of smooth, weighty balls.

The sangheili had approached close enough for you to feel the intense warmth of bodily heat radiating from the alien's massive, broad form; he didn't give you an opportunity to shrink away or even express a change of heart; the hulk of muscle took a few more heavy, powerful strides before a massive three-fingered palm effortlessly clamped round your midriff and lift you up a good deal above the ground, and unceremoniously pressed you firmly against the adjacent wall with uncompromising force.

There wasn't a need for words. Pinned to the wall and suddenly aware of the vulnerability of your nude, defenceless form, the sangheili spent a few moments to enjoy taking in the sight of you with what almost seemed a hint of amusement at your little squirms and grunts, put up against the wall and overpowered tenfold by the sheer natural strength of your partner. After attentively looking you up and down a few times, spending more than a lingering gaze at your hardening shaft, those eyes locked back to focus; moving in to inch closer, the heavy washing of hot, deep breath coming nearer and nearer, you "captor" soon becoming the sole focus of your vision. A shudder of goosebumps spread over your body as you swore you felt your cheek moisten with the heat of that hot breath, now less than an inch away from your face. "Intimate" would have been an understatement.

Only the sound of passionate breath and the gentle shifting of your body in your partner's unwavering grip distracted from a moment of stillness. You had to fight an instinctive urge to flinch from that predatory, lascivious gaze, but your attempts to remain stoic and composed were utterly shattered as four large mandibles, all armed with blunt, teasing teeth reared round to the right side of your head to graze your ear, nibble at the bottom of it and just tease your comparatively fragile, susceptible form with the brushing pass of teeth. A deep, bass rumble accompanied the brute of a male as he began making more of a deliberate suckling motion down your exposed neck, pressing with measured, deliberate pressure just to latch onto you, four mandibles now gently suckling your neck to the rhythm of your pulse. The sangheili had pinpointed a particularly sensitive area of the body with clinical precision; the behemoth's firm grip keeping you from squirming away as he sampled your neck, sending shockwaves of stimulation as sensitive nerve endings were tickled and suckled relentlessly by clamping mandibles. There was no way to reposition: no way to prevent the alien from getting exactly what he wanted.

A massive, blunt digit from the beast's unoccupied hand was already beginning to wedge itself behind the small of your back, subtly parting your legs to get at yet another sensitive area...and just like that, teased the crease of your rear with the gentle, groping pressure: an idle reminder of how easily he could outright molest you at any moment. For now at least, it seemed as though he was content in tasting you, watching your attempts to cope as that fingertip traced up and down that crease, keeping those sensitive nerves on an electric edge.

Even if you wanted to, the iron grip that held you steadfast ensured that there was no escape from what the alien was planning to do next. By the deep, vibrating rumble coming from the larger male, it was clear that he was certainly enjoyed the feeling of you squirming and gasping out as those jaws continued to suckle and tease your saliva-moistened skin with the idle pass of blunt teeth. After a particularly hard suck accompanied by a deeper, louder growl, the sangheili allowed you some respite from the constant, thrilling stimulation of teeth, pressure and wet heat. With a wavering moment of unwillingness to let go, the mandibles unlatched themselves, leaving little reddish welts where the male had made a distinct mark on you. As that saurian head reared back, the finger brushing up against your rear end, making your toes curl and heart race, insisted to press against you with a more demanding force, providing the all too real threat to fingerfuck you dry into a writhing heap.

But it seemed like your partner had different plans. Slowly, the arm that kept you pressed against the wall began to retract, holding you up a good distance from the ground. That rumbling, guttural and deep growl had only become more predatory as the digit that was beginning to touch and push right against your tight little pucker abruptly retracted.

You weren't given time to consider what this meant: suddenly, you found yourself guided and readjusted to have your back pressed against the alien's massive chest, held firmly by that vice grip. The vibrations from the alien's approving growl could almost be felt reverberating through you. The sangheili began to lower himself to a sitting position with you in tow, settling with his back against the same wall he threw you against. The grip of the thick arm wrapped round your middle remained unmoving and tight as you were pressed against hard, solid muscle. The alien raised a three-fingered palm to his mouth, and briefly lathed it in a copious amount of thick, dripping saliva.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was going to do with it.

The hold keeping you against that broad, grey chest ensured that you didn't excessively squirm as the larger male had his way with you. As if you weren't already busy with the image of being fingerfucked, an extra dimension of intimacy was introduced. The arm squishing you against your dominant partner suddenly released its unyielding hold on you, before the fingers from that very same arm came to gently cup your exposed balls, rolling them around for a few moments in gentle, teasing motions before they traced up your chest with the slightest of pressure: just enough for you to feel it tickling up your body, sending stings of stimulation shooting through your nerves as the salaciously rumbling male to let out a short, crude grunt of a laugh at your blatant sensitivity to his advances.

Those roaming digits eventually glided up to firmly grasp at your chin, raising your head up as the sangheili bent his head down. It was clear he wanted to maintain eye contact, despite your instinctive reaction to shrivel away at those orange-red, saurian eye's outright intimidating glare: and the fact your head had been reared up to meet those eyes meant that you really didn't have much choice in the matter. Eye contact remained as the blunt, thick fingers stopped holding your chin and moved a little further up, and without warning, smoothly had one slide to invade your mouth and push down on your tongue. You tried to purse your lips to slow the advance, but it still managed to slide inside: the taste of the alien's finger overwhelming your palate. Before you could turn away or spit it back, you had been gagged by a thick, heavy digit for you to suckle on.

Watching you cope with the sudden intrusion into your mouth seemed to amuse the sangheili. With your tongue pressed down by that sizable finger, he didn't give you a second of opportunity to speak out against what was going to happen next. Digging that finger in a little deeper and letting out a pleased rumble as you were firmly, securely gagged, the alien wasted no time in showing you just what his saliva-coated fingers on his free hand were going to be used for.

Although you were no longer being held down by a thick, muscular arm, the finger hooked into your mouth ensured that you were only slightly more able to squirm around as the sensation of a crudely lubricated, unfamiliar and staggeringly huge hand was felt brushing against your inner thigh, trailing up to the groin at a painfully slow pace. It certainly took its time to get up to its destination, brushing against you and leaving a subtle trail of saliva as the male's growl increased in volume. Soon enough, one blunt, claw-like digit was prepared to penetrate you, poking at your entrance just enough for the wrinkled flesh to just slightly yield to the touch. You would have probably reacted vocally to that wet finger, primed and ready to invade you at any time, but the alien had done an excellent job and making any sounds you made nothing more than gagged moans and spluttering suckles; some of your own saliva leaking down your lip as your pucker was pressed against. Trying to speak, let alone any form of vocal communicating just made you drool all the more.

The penetration was inevitable. With some pace, the sangheili just pressed forward with a little more force: caving in the anterior walls of your hole and causing you to make a more significant, muffled moan, unable to do anything but take that considerably-sized digit as it spread you open, inch by inch by inch. Although the slick, thick saliva prevented any serious pain, the penetration was still enough to be a little uncomfortable: especially considering one finger from a creature of your partner's size was just as big as any dick of a species more suited to your proportions! Grunting softly and trying hard not to tense up against the probing finger, slipping in that little bit more, you managed to bear with the insertion: coping with two very different orifices being claimed by your unrelenting, calculating partner.

Even though there was an uncomfortable aspect, the sheer sensation of being penetrated was just enough to outweigh the discomfort. The probing finger just slipped further and further into you, up to what felt like the knuckle, until it suddenly bent inward: pressing straight up against your prostate.

If you weren't so well muffled, you would have yelped in shock.

Like flicking a switch, the alien had managed to pinpoint exactly where it could make you squirm the most; and when he had found it, the cautious, curious probing transformed into a merciless assault on the prostate. The tip of that saliva-moistened, oversized digit curling and pressing and -jabbing- against your nub was enough to send electric shockwaves of sharp, unbelievably intense pleasure to rocket through you like adrenaline, making you writhe and splutter and groan out against the heavy fingergag preventing you from shouting yourself hoarse. The rumbling growl from the sangheili developed into a lusty, animal snarl. The alien wasn't letting up on his escalating molestation, digging in that gray appendage to its limit to grope and prod against your sensitive inner walls. By now, your own shaft was rock hard, pooling out pre as your body convulsed and reacted to every hard, merciless jab of that abused little prostate.

You were getting close. The sensations were only getting more intense, and by the intensity of the eye contact your partner adamantly refused to break away from, there was absolutely no indication that the larger male was even considering stopping. The finger wedged into your mouth dipped in to just in front of the gag reflex, settling there making sure your mouth was firmly plugged. A few more stands of drool pooled down to the sides of your face as your hips bucked, your eyes watered and the alien's thrillingly predatory gaze became the only means to distract yourself, to try to last at least a few seconds longer.

But it was clear that you wouldn't last much longer. Although it wasn't outright fingerfucking, the tip of that thick digit was flicking up and down hard and fast, prodding and crushing that sensitive nub at an increasingly violent, feverish pace. The alien's mandibled, reptilian head crooned down to watch your strained expression as he finished you off; that heavy, hot breath flushing against your face with only a few inches between you and your partner as a bead of sweat trickled down your forehead, groaning and gasping and clenching in bliss as the finger buried inside of you forced you to an unbearably intense, hands-free orgasm.

You passed the point of no return in a matter of seconds. What little breath you could muster was completely lost in the white-hot ecstasy of the climax; the sangheili, only inches away from your face, watched with depraved curiosity as you cried out and hit climax hard - assisted by the unending mashing of your prostate that drove five, six, seven, eight, nine hot stands of seed to splatter onto your upper chest and face - the latter bursts landing on the sides of your partner's torso. You would have likely begged for the ruthless stimulation to end once you heat the benign warmth of the afterglow...but you could barely make any noise that didn't devolve into a wet, muffled noise. Perfectly aware of your oversensitivity, the brute went on for a few more minutes, making you cringe and grip at the alien's sides as he forced every last drop of cum out of you - and went on for that much longer to watch you writhe.

And writhe you did.

A few warm drops of from the sangheili's mouth dropped onto your face as he opened his mouth to laugh at your desperate grunts and yelps for him to stop before he finally complied and slowly, gradually slipped the huge, bulky digit out of your sore, abused rear. You could feel every knuckle extract itself before you were left feeling oddly empty. Soon enough, he allowed you to breathe normally and speak freely by removing the fingergag with a long, wet schlik. You managed to take in a few heaving breaths to recover, closing and opening your jaw to get used to it being suddenly unfilled.

Without bothering to communicate, your partner grabbed your spent body by the midriff with one heavy, muscular arm to press you back into an inescapable grip, back against chest. You lay there with him for a while, thankful that your 'attacker' gave you time to recuperate. Although you were pleasantly enjoying being pressed against that powerful, warm body, there was a lingering thought at the back of your head that although every last drop of your arousal had been sated by the behemoth of a male pressing against you, the sangheili hadn't yet been relieved of his arousal. This, of course, was clear by the fact his length had hardened to a frankly frightening length during the time he had practically tortured you with overwhelming stimulation. You wipe your brow, swallow, and think about just what the alien had in mind for the rest of the night. After all, sangheili weren't exactly well known for being gentle lovers, especially when dealing with their own desires.

For now, however, the pent-up male was letting out more of a purring growl than anything else, giving you a little more time to recover and prepare for what was to come. That, along with the gift of an unbearably powerful orgasm courtesy of a brutally effective prostate massage, you were thankful for.