Page 70 of Moist!
chapter four
ALIEN BULGE REVEAL
The lights dim after his proposition, and I swear it gets steamier—probably some production trick to crank up the tension.
Not that I need help. I’m already screaming internally with joy at the thought of finding out what Ulthuri is packing.
That’s when I see him staring at my chest. I’ve been so caught up in the pace of things I didn’t register how much sweat is clinging to me. My thin jumpsuit’s practically painted on, especially across my breasts. My nipples peak beneath, putting on a performance of their own.
From the way he’s staring, Ulthuri is clearly intrigued by what’s under the hood.
Emboldened, I tug the zipper lower, letting my cleavage take center stage. I’ve got plenty of body insecurities, sure—but this rack? Award-winningly good.
Ulthuri’s mouth parts slightly, and it seems like his lips go dry at the sight of me. Can his species even get dry-mouthed?
“I suppose you want me to go first?” I say coyly, to the rapt attention of my audience of one.
“Yes. Your chest is… unusual. But very alluring. Is the swelling there permanent?” He drools.
Apparently, I’m not the only alien horndog in the room .
“Sure is.” I grin, sliding the zipper even lower until my nipples come into view. I press my arms together, making the most of what nature has given me.
“Oh,” he gasps, palming whatever’s throbbing between his legs. My thighs clench instinctively, brain tripping over itself imagining what, exactly, he’s grabbing.
“Is it strange that I want to ‘kiss’ the soft skin there?” He gestures to my chest. The word kiss sounds foreign on his lips.
“I think I’d like that very much.” I chuckle.
He lunges—and his tongue, hot and pointed, flicks over my left nipple. The moan tears out of me before I can stop it, loud enough to echo into one of the camera drones hovering nearby.
Here’s hoping the perverts at home love a good tease, because I put a hand on his chest and push him back, just enough to stop what’s coming next.
“Before we go any further—and I really want to go further—you still owe me your end of the bargain.” I tap my finger under his chin.
Ulthuri looks up like a needy puppy, panting softly. All I’m waiting for now is for him to throw me his bone.
His eyes clear, like someone coming out of a breast-induced trance.
“Happily.” He practically rips off his shorts with one hand, zippers be damned.
The fabric leaves his body with a wet, sucking peel. The damp cloth hits the ground with a dull thud.
Then, an honest-to-god spotlight hits the object of my fascination, and my mouth drops open as it sparkles under the hot light.
The alien’s cock starts at its tip with a tapered head, smooth and almost elegant—if you can call something like this elegant—before widening into a thick, glistening shaft.
It looks as though it’s been cobbled together from three plump orbs stacked in a row, each slightly larger than the size of a golf ball.
His skin is stretched over them tautly and webbed with faint, pulsing veins, practically daring me to stare.
Only after a moment do I realize the spheres aren’t just sitting there—they’re moving.
They throb in a slow, deliberate rhythm, one swelling up like it’s taking a deep breath before exhaling its fullness into the next.
The second orb puffs up eagerly, then contracts to pass the invisible current along, a kind of obscene, hypnotic relay race.
I can’t look away. It’s honestly ridiculous. Yet the sight has me transfixed, watching the cycle repeat over and over in a lewd, mesmerizing dance.
Ulthrui’s cock is a work of art.
“It’s fucking beautiful,” I mutter, my breath seriously taken away by the glittering phallus presented to me. “Can I touch it?”
The alien man doesn’t speak, just steps closer and bares his space stick to me.
I’m gentle at first touch, exploring his cock’s sticky surface gently with my fingertips.
“Tell me if anything I do doesn’t feel good?” I circle my fingers around one of the orbs, my hand just barely doesn’t close around its girth.
“I doubt that’ll be a problem,” he whispers between gritted teeth, my touch having its desired effect.
I squeeze my hand around the first bulge at the base of his shaft, and it responds to my touch, swelling up as much as I’ll allow it to within my grasp.
The alien grunts, and I watch as the other two balls react the same way, but swelling past the limits of what my hand grasps on the first part. Finally, when the volume reaches the tip, a slow drip of something thicker than what covers his skin wells at the hole there.
I can’t help myself. I lean forward and swipe my tongue over the liquid.
The alien’s hips shudder, and he swears under his breath. I’m delighted to say his precum tastes even sweeter than his skin .
“I’m done holding back,” Ulthrui grunts as he uses one arm to pull my whole body against his on the couch and buries his face between my tits.
Our vitals projections disappear with a pop and the lighting dims, the spotlight on his dick snapping off. Camera drones buzz all around us, I’m sure getting as many explicit angles as possible.
I don’t even care that I’m about to fuck an alien on intergalactic television for the universe to see—sorry, Mom!
I can’t wait to see what that thing feels like inside of me.