Mated By My Alien Ex

This is my first story, written on a whim. English is not my first language but I am quite proficient, still I would like to apologize in advance for any grammatical errors or gaps in the story.

This story has strong elements of non-reluctance so please read at your own discretion.

Marla Reade, that is my name. Scientist, astronaut, and the first woman to have set foot on a planet outside of our solar system.

At least, that used to be how I described myself. Ex-astronaut would be a better description since I quit that part of my life, almost two years ago now.

After years in space, I am happy to now be grounded, teaching science and doing research at a renowned university. As a child it was my wish to discover alien life, fascinated by all the possibilities of what they could look like, but after having been stuck in a rocket for years and years with a small group of people, I am now just more interested in being amongst my own kind. Expand my world outside of the three others that were with me on that trip, all of which I have since cut from my life to be honest.

At least, on most days I am satisfied with my mundane life. On days like today, when a student knocks over a harmful substance in lab, days can be a little long. It took a few hours to clean the lab thoroughly enough to ensure potential future cross-reactions could be prevented. Luckily none of that happened today either, as I only now noticed how nasty the teacher who previously taught this class left this lab behind. Now, it was just me who needed to get a thorough scrub to get all of the cleaning chemicals off myself.

The only upside of having to stay behind and clean for a few hours, the school now empty, with complete privacy in the gym showers. That means I won't have to use the small emergency shower set up in the classroom, small victory.

The water in the showers runs hot, steam quickly filling the space around me and making my skin clammy. I step under the steaming water, letting it run over the expanse of my body and cleaning away any fluids that may be stuck on my skin. I brush my body thoroughly, and let the hot water do its job in sanitizing my body.

A click sounds somewhere behind me, and I whirl around, coming face to face with a figure standing in front of the now locked door.

"Rowen?"

The name escapes my lips before my brain even comprehends him standing in front of me. My ex-fiancé. Ex partner and fellow astronaut too. Here. In my school. In the f*cking girls' locker room.

"Hello butterfly."

He just keeps standing there, staring at my naked body, eyes lingering on the butterfly tattoo between my breasts. I quickly turn off the shower behind me and cover my privates with my hands, staring him down, "What the fuck are you doing here Rowen?"

"Coming to see my wife of course. I haven't seen you in ages butterfly." He takes a slow step forward, slowly caging me in within the confines of the communal showers. "I am not your wife Rowen. I broke up with you. Two years ago, in fact."

He just shakes his head, tutting at my words as he creeps forward even further. "You see, butterfly, I don't agree with that sentiment. We were great out there, all those years floating around in each other's presence, so I don't see why you would push me away when we are back here, safely tucked away on earth. You said it was just the thrill of the adventure, but I know you. I know you butterfly, and I know just how perfect we are together."

"You are delusional," I scoff, trying to walk past him towards my towel and away from here, but he blocks my escape route completely. "Let me out of here."

"You are not going anywhere butterfly. I know about all your fantasies, and I know that ever since our trip, I am the only one able to ever satisfy those fantasies."

Shock and confusion run through me, together with a crippling fear of what the fuck he wants from me, and how utterly defenseless I am here, naked. "What the hell are you talking about?!" I am screaming now, frustration taking over me. A tremble takes over my body, but I try not to let it show. I know him, and I know he will only get off on my helplessness and weakness, so strength is what I will show him.

"I know about your love for aliens, your thorough fascination with them. Perhaps even to a point of desperation, eh?"

"You are crazy, why the fuck would you ramble about bullshit like that. And what the fuck are you doing here in my school, in my shower?!"

A dark chuckle escapes him and he lifts his arms.

"Because I found something beautiful out there. And now, I will share it with you and make all your dreams come true."

A ripping sound breaks through the room, and his shirt floats down to the damp floor. Confusion flows through me before being replaced by utter terror as eight tentacles come to vision behind his back. Eight. Fucking. Tentacles.

"I'm here to make all your dreams come true butterfly." A laugh cackles from his mouth as his tentacles elongate, slowly reaching towards me now trembling form.

One of his tentacles wraps tightly around my neck, keeping me in place, and keeping me from screaming out in absolute terror. The pressure makes the blood rush to my brain, air only reaching my lungs in small bursts. What the f*ck is happening?!

Two others reach for my ankles, their cold, wriggly strands wrapping over my flushed skin, the contrast sending shivers over my skin. Two others wrap over my upper arms and one around my waist, keeping me completely immobilized and taking control over my entire body.

My feet leave the ground as the wriggly limbs pull me upwards, before angling me in a near-horizontal position. The tentacles on my ancles slowly crawl up my legs, to my calves, my knees, my thighs.

And gosh, was he right. He knows exactly what he is doing, playing into one of my old fantasies from when I was still interested in the existence of extraterrestrial life.

With each inch the limbs climb upwards they push my thighs a little farther apart till I am spread in front of him, suspended in the air. The humid air against my lips and covering my still wet body gets contradicted by the cold slime coming of his tentacles, igniting a fire in my lower stomach. My body feels alive, my mind getting scrambled. The hot and cold sensations excite me. Do I want this? Do I want what he can give me, what only he can give me? Once I would have for sure. Now, maybe?

The tentacles wrapped around my arms reach out to circle my mounds, flicking my nipples and sending shocks of electricity straight to my core, making my muscles clench.

"How pretty your pussy is inviting me in," Rowen teases me slowly, but his voice barely registers in my mind. The cold slime of his tentacles against my hot skin distracts me from everything around me, making me fully aware of everything happening to my body.

I go to contradict him, but the tentacles around my waist and neck squeeze me at the same time, cutting off the words from reaching my mouth. The air leaves my lungs as the tentacle squeezes me, writhing around my neck as if climbing upwards. My oxygen deprived brain doesn't realize what is happening till the tendril reaches my lips and pushes them apart, worming itself into my mouth and twirling around my tongue. A muffled moan escapes my mouth at the invasion, the taste of his slime surprisingly sweet and yet fresh at the same time, quenching the thirst that the surrounding heat has caused in me. As soon as Rowen is satisfied with the amount of tentacle in my mouth, he releases the hold on my neck slightly, allowing air into my lungs again.

A shiver runs through my body, a tiny, small orgasm taking over my body because of all the stimuli tickling my senses. The feel of the cold slime against my hot body, its sweet taste, the smell of the humid air, the sound of my own ragged breaths, the sight of the shower tiles above me, the only thing in my vision with the way my movements are restricted. I want to watch; I want to watch the twitching and curling tentacles on my body. Hell, I want to watch his face and the reaction it holds to what he is doing to me, the torment he is practicing on me, the pleasure he is drawing from me no matter how hard I try to stop it.

"Was that an orgasm butterfly?" He tuts at me, and I sputter around the tentacle in my mouth. He has made it impossible for me to respond to him, to cuss him out for forcing himself on me and drawing unknown pleasures from my body. "Yes, I think it was. Did you know that aliens mate for life? You know what that means right?"

The silence hangs around us for a second, only the sound of his wriggling slimy muscle squelching as it twirls around in my mouth, playing with my tongue.

"After this, you will be mine forever," Rowen whispers, his voice now closer than before, and my heart skips a beat. I can feel the heat of his body appearing between my legs. I try to clench them, keep him out, but the tentacles wrapped around my thighs don't allow me any wriggle room. They climb even higher, the tendrils now caressing the lips of my opening, slowly and carefully. They caress my clit, flick it once, twice. The shocks run through my body and cause a new orgasm to start building up deep within me, waiting for another flick to set me over the edge. But the release doesn't come.

A frustrated moan escapes me from around the tentacle still twirling in my mouth, inching closer and closer to the back of my throat. Once in a while it pumps a bit further inside, as if wanting to reach down my throat, but it stops just short from making me gag. For now, at least.

A chuckle escapes Rowen's mouth, amused by my frustration. "Glad to see you are finally admitting that you want me." The words have barely registered in my muddled brain, when I feel the tendrils on my pussy pull away my lips, the head of his cock appearing at my entrance.

I am only allowed a single breath before he plunges inside, splitting me open and apart with his thick rod in one single movement. A pleasurable scream wants to rip from me, but once again muffled by the presence in my mouth. He slams his hips forwards roughly, pumping into me with harsh and feverish movements. It is like he wants to drill through me, taking his revenge at me for dumping him so abruptly the moment we touched down back on earth. Though at the same time, in tandem with his rough thrusting and pounding, his tentacles worship my body, caressing me, kneading me, taking away the tension and cooling my heated skin.

The contradicting feelings have my entire body shivering, my mind in shambles and the pressure in my lower stomach building to heights I have never experienced before in my life. The rough thrusting, the tendrils pulling my nipples, the tentacle in my mouth pulling on my tongue, more thrusting, more squeezing.

One on my neck and down my throat, two around my arms and fondling my breasts, one around my waist holding me up and caressing my butterfly tattoo, and two more around my thighs, keeping them spread open for his assault on my body, opening the space for his hips to thrust against mine, his balls to slap against my cheeks. My cheeks...

Was that something brushing against them? No, that is impossible. Two on my legs, two on my arms, one on my waist and one around my neck... Only six... Six... My whole body tenses.

"You are realizing it now, aren't you?" Rowen grumbles between thrusts, pounding into me even harder and with more vigor than before, ripping another moan from deep within my throat. "You always were a quick thinker, butterfly."

His last two tentacles brush against my cheeks, pushing them aside slowly and exposing my ring. I try to clench them, try to stop them, but my body won't respond, trapped in a lustful haze from all the pounding and caressing. One of the tendrils swirls my hole slowly, before slowly pushing its way inside. The cool muscle prods itself in, thickening with each inch that pushes further and further. "Nooo," I groan around the tentacle in my mouth as it fills me, stuffs me, and grinds against me in tandem with its owner.

One in, one out, other in, other out in an endless circle of pounding, never giving me a moment of reprieve of the onslaught of sensations.

Rowen grunts, his tentacles all grasping me just a little bit tighter as he pounds me even more frantically than before. "You're mine now," he grunts roughly, as his last free tentacle pushes down on my clit harshly, making a shock go through my body.

All my muscles tense, a groan trapped in my throat between the tentacle stuffing it and the one squeezing it, spasms overtake me struggling against my fleshly bonds, and the dam breaks. The heaviest and strongest orgasm ever rushes throughout my body, the same time Rowen thrusts into me one last time, spilling his alien seed inside my fertile womb.

I feel something change inside of me, as if my hate for him is ebbing away with each spurt of semen entering my body. He is all that encompasses me, taking root deep within my heart.

I am his now. His mate. For the rest of our lives.