Blissful Torment

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to our Charity event for better interspecies relationships between Humans and Garbolds!" The announcer's voice carried through the hall and hundreds of people of multiple species (majorly of the named ones) applauded on cue.

"I am proud to announce the main show for today's event! As you surely know, Garbolds are symbiotic beings, and can go into a relationship with all kinds of other species. They are truly unique!" *applause*

"However, even in 2243 speciecism is still a major problem. And the unique symbiosis between our two species is often attacked as uncouth or terrible!" *faint boos and whistling*

"So I present to you Gemma, the famous influencer from Earth, and Xxlorbzorb, her partner."

A dark-skinned woman, fit, tall and toned walked up on stage. She was wearing a silk robe covering her head to toe, but it was so thin it barely left anything to the imagination, but the audience knew she would get naked anyway. A wagon of sorts accompanied her, carrying a basin full of green liquid, in which a black mass was swimming. It looked like a bunch of fat towels attached to each other.

Gemma started speaking, talking about how wonderful her symbiosis with her "husband" was and how much joy it brought her, and don't forget to Like, Subscribe, Follow, Enroll, Sign up, Donate and Register. She let her robe slip of her shoulders, revealing a body many of the viewers had seen before, but was stunning nevertheless: Amazonian in stature, full round breasts, hairless and an immaculate complexion.

Then she climbed into the tank at her side. Immediately, the black mass inside it swam to her legs, and started attaching to her, wriggling up her body. Within seconds, it had covered her from thigh to shoulder in a thick layer of dark leathery skin. 

She climbed out of the tank to loud applause. Then she staggered, and her expression turned to surprise. She grabbed her symbiotic suit and tried to pull it off, first gently, then more immediate. If not for her black skin colour, people would have noticed her blushing. The closest people could have sworn they heard a squelching noise.

She rushed off the stage, while the announcer tried to distract the guests with stories.

Gemma had barely slammed the door behind herself before letting out a pained moan. "Fuck, not now!" she said to her husband, who was eagerly slipping into her pussy, massaging her just as she liked it. His malleable form allowed him to fill every crevice and knead every spot on her skin, and he had many hours of experience. She felt the suit slowly get sticky and wet, as he produced a form of cum that made her skin sensitive, relaxed whoever was the alien's victim at the time and made them addicted to the soft high it gave them.

Soon, a thick phallic shape penetrated her, and started to gush load after load of cum into her belly, the alien not distinguishing between holes that *can* consume it and those that cannot. Seconds later she felt her ass stretched slightly, and more cum flowing into it. She sunk to the floor, just sitting there, overwhelmed by the immense pleasure.

The alien started to stretch up her neck, instinctively assuming that entry holes are on top, and started to creep over her face. It took her sight, her hearing and soon all she could breathe was the smell of its cum, eerily similar to human semen or vaginal secretions: The species learned quick, and Xxlorbzorb was already the third generation after first contact.

After her face was covered, the alien started to dribble its loads onto her face, in her hair, basically everywhere. It pried her mouth open (not that she would have resisted) and started feeding her until it could not produce any more, constantly pleasuring her, training her like a Pavlovian rat to enjoy his embrace.

Hours later it had retracted back to her chest, reabsorbing undigested cum from her skin, and only gently teasing at her labia and breasts to give her a nice warm feeling.

"Fuck you...." Gemma murmured, but she had a satisfied smile on her face.

Originally written in 2019-02-17, copyright Blissful Torment