Right. Challenged by
communistmonkey again, and written directly in MSN. This is actually an R~NC-17.
Their antennaes tingled; they had met one another in the big Sukleen box at the corner of Sursock street. She was winged and bloated and heavy, all filled with orange juice she had just slupred down an abandoned Tropicana tetrapak.
He was slim and skinny, brown and covered in slime. He just hoped he was good enough for her.
She was very appealing, all round and glistening, her wings fluttering wildly as if she was going to take flight to one of the warm refuges in the nearby buildings.
He knew those; they had chased him out just last week. So he whipped out his cock, a long and hard rod to try and pierce her as she almost took off, and he nailed her back but couldn't go through the tough exoskeleton.
Their kind was known to survive nuclear explosions, so his cock couldn't do much damage.
He tried again, pinning her as her wings buzzed in alarm, stabbing the interior and her soft underside of her. He managed to get some of the orange juice to ooze out and she let out a painful screech, and he only tried getting the right hole harder.
Finally, it was warm and juicy and he felt it was the correct way to discharge his seed.
As she flew away in a huff to land on a balcony up above, hurling insults his way and protecting her wounded underside, he felt proud to know his spawn would soon be pullulating in the house that had just evicted him.
That would teach the puny humans.
Dina says:
XD
Dina says:
AWSM
Tinni says:
i hope i never re-read this again
Dina says:
disturbing but
Dina says:
awsm