Predator from Space (Twisted and Latapaine)

[Twisted Sexuality]

It was a nice calm night. The stars were out, a cool breeze complimented the warm temperature perfectly. It was the perfect night for anything. Walking, sleeping, going out to eat, anything you wanted really. It was only a shame that this peace would not last.

It started out small, something nobody would would notice unless they were listening out. But then it grew, growing louder and louder. A shriek that broke the peaceful silence of the night. A shriek coming from above. At the beginning it looked like a light moving through the sky, but as it grew closer one would see it was a fireball, plummeting from the sky at terrific speed.

Fortunately, when it touched down it didn't hit anyone, slamming into the ground on the outskirts of the city. With a thundering crash, dirt and rock flew in all directions, a cloud of dust filled the air, obscuring all view for a few moments. Even as the dust began to clear, tendrils of smoke rose from the crater, the earth scorched as it lowered down to the round form in the center of the wreck.

 

[LataPaine]

It’s a cool, but humid night when Rosalia Stormwind decided to go out and party with some of her friends, consuming large quantities of alcohol while getting her completely drug. It’s the night after a shooting star or meteor crashed into the deep woods next to the hot springs, making it difficult for most people to travel up there since there aren’t any roads for vehicles. Most people would have to hike it up there, but event had settled down once visitors weren’t able to find the location of the crash site. People can only assume the rock just disintegrated before hitting the ground.

She is currently wandering the woods after having broken off of her group, wobbling around and using various trees she passes buy to help keep her standing while she stumbles about. It isn’t long until she reaches the crash site, seeing a large crater along with some metal wreckage here and there. “What… What is… Urg…” Before she could finish her question, she hunches forward and vomits onto the ground, emptying the contents of her stomach into a messy pile.

She pants and coughs a bit before stumbling backwards, falling on her rear end while the world spins before her eyes. “Heh… I feel hungry again for some reason…” She giggles to herself, behaving as if she had forgotten what she just saw. She soon winces as she feels a slight throbbing in her head, feeling the effects of drinking too much as her vision blurs. “Mmmm… I’m not feeling too good… I should head… Hick… back…” She says while letting her blue eyes look around, not recognizing her surroundings while she sits there.

 

[Twisted Sexuality]

It was definately a good thing the humans hadn't found him at the crash site. When he touched down, he instantly got out and moved what remained of his ship out of sight. It really wasn't the first time he had to crash land on a planet, and was very good at covering his tracks. He had found a nearby cave which would do as a lair for the moment. After spending the day in hiding, making sure that the excitement regarding the crash had died down, it was now time for him to go in the prowl. A person could only go for so long without any food. Plus, this particular individual had a job to do.

He kept to te dense woods. Going out in the open was a bad idea. It seemed a bit unfortunate that there didn't appear to be any real game in the area. Sure, he had snagged a couple of birds, but those little morsels provided little satisfaction. Too many feathers. No, he wanted something bigger. And luck would have it, he found it.

A human, completely alone and judging by how groggy she was, not exactly in prime condition. Easy prey. But there was something else. This particular human was FEMALE! Of all the luck. Nothing could remove the smile from his face. This would be the easiest catch ever! Staying to the shadows, out of sight, he began to slowly reach out. In the feint light, one could notice pale, fleshy tentacles creeping along the ground, snaking their way towards the unfortunate girl, going unnoticed before they suddenly grabbed her by the ankles.

 

[LataPaine]

She barely feels any energy while the drunken woman sits there on the ground, watching as the fogged up world spin before her eyes while the smell of vomit radiates from the ground three feet away from her. She can hear her empty stomach rumbling while she stares off, looking as if she had already forgotten the need to get back to her group. The thought of just going sleep does cross her mind, but then she suddenly feels something wrapping around her ankles.

“What… What was th… that…?” she asks before looking behind her, not really too startled by the sudden feeling of something wrapping around her. “Is… that you john…? That isn’t funny…” She says with a slurred speech, sounding as if she is having a hard time just trying to form words. She tries to look behind her to see who’s there, but in her current position, she still can’t see who or what is back there.

“You know… You know I told you to… to leave me alone…” She says with an agitated tone to her voice, trying to stand. “I’m going to have to slug… slug you one…” Just as she is about to get to her feet, she tries to take a step, but ends up tripping since the tentacles still have a firm grip on her ankles. She yells out as she falls face first to the ground, stunning her a little while she squirms in the dirt and groans.

 

[Twisted Sexuality]

This human...wasn't exactly of sound mind was she? He gripped her ankles tightly, watching her falling to the ground and squirming. This was far too easy. The entailed began to drag her drunken form along the ground, not caring of the cuts and scraps she'd get. Once he brought her close, more tentacles reached out, gripping her arms and waist and lifting her up, turning her to see what was behind her.

He moved out of the shadows for her to see. It was not a pretty sight. The upper half looked humanoid, though his skin was pale, almost translucent. Hs head was bald, with three mad eyes looking straight at the unfortunate human. Hs arms were about twice the length of a humans, with two elbows on each arm, his fingers long and elongated. From the waist down, the creature was essentially. A mass of tentacles, like the ones holding her tightly. The alien grinned, showing a mouth full of sharp, needle-like teeth, perfect for tearing into flesh.

He spoke something in a language she couldn't understand. A raspy sort of language as his hands reached to grip her clothing, his sharp nails digging though the fabric. With a hard, powerful yank, he tore the fabric covering her body.

 

[LataPaine]

She coughs a little while she lies there on the ground, getting the wind knocked out of her a little from the fall. She groans as she is dragged along the ground, wincing and giving out a little whimper of pain whenever she feels a stick scratching her legs and arms. “H… Hey… Stop it! That hurts…” She says with a louder tone to her voice, frustrated that someone would just drag her around. She suddenly feels tentacles gripping her arms and waist, making her think they are finally going to help her up since standing is a complicated thing when she’s drunk.

She soon feels her feet touching the ground once more, feeling the tentacles turning her around so that she may see her captor. Her eyes struggle to focus as she watches a pale figure stepping out of the shadows. “Who… Who are you…?” She asks while being held up by his tentacles, still not acknowledging that she isn’t being held up by a human for the moment. Her disoriented mind just can’t seem to grasp the reality of the situation, having a hard time telling if she is in danger while her body wobbles and struggles to stay still while the tentacles hold her firmly in place.

A confused expression soon forms on her face when hearing him speak, sounding like a jumbled up mess. She could only assume that this person is drunk as well from how he tried to talk. “Are you wasted too… Heh…” She says before suddenly watching his hands reach out to her. “Hey! Keep your hands to… to yourself! Stop it!” She soon screams out, feeling the front of her t-shirt getting down the middle to expose her breasts and more of her young flesh to the air. “Let go! What is this?!” She continues to yell out at the creature, finally starting her struggling against the tentacles holding her before him.

 

[Twisted Sexuality]

He smirked, watching her struggling as he tore away her clothing, exposing her tender flesh. A clawed hand groped her breasts firmly, his other hand intent on exposing her female sex. Oh yes. He definately had plans for her, and whether she liked it or not, he was going to enjoy every moment of this.

With her sex exposed, it was time to move onto better things. The tentacles on his lower half gently parted, a long, thick organ began to expose itself. Sure. He had plenty of tentacles to molest people with, but only one true sexual organ. It had a red tinge compared to the rest of his flesh, and ending in a thick bulb. Gripping the unfortunate victim tightly, he forced her head down so she could clearly see it, hopefully her drunken mind would register what it was. He loved seeing terror in his victims, and this one was going to get the whole package.

 

[LataPaine]

Rosalia only begins to struggle harder when she feels the creature’s hand is gripping her heavy breast, feeling the fingers digging into the soft flesh as he begins to grope and massage her. “Stop it! Stop!” She continues crying out as she soon feels him tugging on her shorts, feeling the hard yanks as he gets his claws into her pants and panties. It isn’t long until she feels her womanhood being exposed to the air as the thick fabric of her pants is torn away along with her panties, leaving red welts here and there from the rough friction when he removed her clothing.

She pants deeply when feeling him moving his hand from her breast, feeling his fingers sliding to the back of her head while a member forms from one of the tentacles. Her eyes couldn’t help but focus on the strange looking appendage as she soon realizes what she is looking at. “Oh, god! Someone help!” She screams out, starting to freak out even more as her eyes soon focuses more on the man before her. He has a humanoid shape, but she understands very well that he isn’t human.

 

[Twisted Sexuality]

His grin widened as she panicked in his grip. Nothing would save her. She was all alone, and he wasn't letting her go any time soon. He brushed his hardened organ against her cheek before lifting her back up, forcefully twisting her in the air and spreading her legs wide, opening her sex up slightly and leaving it helpless against his advances.

His three eyes looked straight into hers, lacking any mercy and full of primal lust. Letting her stew in her fear for a few seconds, he suddenly forced her down, his shaft stabbing into her sex, splitting her wide open as it went deep into her. A low moan emerged from the creature's mouth as he felt her unwanting muscles squeezing tightly around him, trying to keep him out, but failing horribly.