Alien Girlfriend Eomoe (complete)

    After years of stellar service in the military, you’re dumped like a rotten sack of potatoes. Oh sure, on your last mission you saved everyone’s lives, lost some limbs, got them replaced, all fun and games! At least to your military it was. The accident that happened in the hanger of your ship had caused massive burns as well as the loss of limbs. You were given the best care available and come off the best cybernetic implants on the market. But afterward, you were more a liability than anything else, least of all a hero.

    Ever since you’ve been on some distant outpost just beyond your home galaxy. You opened a repair shop for spacecraft and the like and hadn’t really done anything else since. It’s not the best place in the universe, hell, it’s downright grim here. On earth, you grew up in a pretty tough neighborhood, but it had nothing on this place. The place had more cop stations that restaurants and your shop were held up at least twice a month. You were surprised it wasn’t more, but usually, people don’t wanna mess with the guy who's part robot.

    For the last few weeks now, you’ve had a pretty hefty job and have hired some of the local teens to help you with the project. A ship was brought in, a nice one too. One that your old military would be salivating over just to have the specs on it. The captain came in, tall as hell and twice the woman you’d seen in a while.

    She came in with a chip on her shoulder, not liking that her ship broke down at such a gritty outpost as this. Eomoe was her name, and she looked like an eight-foot wall of pure rip your head off. You had always liked a killer kind of lady, but she was something else. 

Her head was a halo of black spikes connected by thick, scaly fins. Her face was angular and pointed out. Her eyes were dark, black slits. Her mouth protruded outward, reminding you of a dinosaur toy you had when you were a kid. Her body was covered in shimmy scales that one minute looked purple and green another. She stood high above you, one set of arms was strong and thick, while the other set that jutted out just below them were very long and willowy. Her body tapered down into a long tail, no legs, just a long, long tail.

    Eomoe came to your shop, having heard you were probably the most reliable mechanic on the entire outpost. She was a sight for sure standing in your doorway, but she was a welcomed one for several reasons.

    “I’ll pay whatever it takes,” she tells you. “But if you can’t fix it, you’ll get nothing.” She jabs you in the chest with her thin arm. 

    “I get it,” you say, looking up at her.

    Her dark eyes flicked over you, assessing you quickly before she turned her head up towards the ship in your hanger. “How long do you think it will take.”

    “Something like this?” You murmur. “It could be a few weeks.”

    “Weeks?” She hissed. “Weeks?” She inches closer to you, bending over to look at your face. “I am stuck here for weeks?”

    “What did you expect?” You ask. “I pop the hood, poke at a few wires, and you’re good to go?” You thrust your hand back at the ship. “This is a massive piece of equipment, I’ll have to call in a crew to help me. You’re lucky if it only takes weeks. Usually, things like this take months or ever a year.”

    “If it’s a year I’ll kill you,” Eomoe growls at you.

    “If it does take a year it’ll probably kill me,” you reply. “Look, if a place to stay is the issue I usually rent the apartment above the shop. It’s not much, but it’s better than anything else around here.”

    She took the apartment, but not with grace or gratitude. It was also strange, considering that in order to access the apartment, she had to come into your house and go up a set of stairs. So at any given time, she could waltz right through your flat without a sign. It was something you to get used to. The fact she slithered and didn’t walk made it worse, she was silent wherever she went. Even when she came downstairs, you had been scared shitless to turn around and see her. No wonder she had such a beautiful ship, she could easily pickpocket people, and they wouldn’t be the wiser.

    Eomoe was also something of a neat freak, you noticed it first when going through her ship. Everything was just so, proper, clean, and hospital like. You started noticing it at your house too. Things around the stairwell were clean, organized, and lined in inclining height. Your books, which lined the walls of the stairwell, were alphabetized. You felt a little grateful knowing the apartment wouldn’t be a disaster when she had to leave.

    One day while you’re working alone, fixing a part that had shipped in broken, Eomoe comes in. 

    “Where're all your hoodrats?” She asks.

    “I sent them home with their pay,” you answer. “Lot of those kids have more sense than hot meals,” you grunt as you try and loosen a nut. The wrench twists awkwardly in your hand, and you have to drop it in agony.

    “Fuck,” you snarl.

    Eomoe sighs and takes the block from you, twisting her thin fingers on the willowy arm around the bolt and popping it off with ease. “You’d think with that lovely metallic arm of yours such liminal features wouldn’t hinder you.” She flicks the bolt at me, and you catch it.

    You lift your regular human arm. “Unfortunately I’m left-handed.”

    She raises all four hands. “How very limiting. I can use all of mine without such silly boundaries.”

    “Lucky you,” you chuckle. You set the part down on the table and open up the front plate. “If I had that ability, you wouldn’t see me taking so long with this thing.”

    Eomoe looks up at her ship. “Will it be much longer?”

    “Not sure,” you sigh, finding the problem inside and reattaching a few wires. “I would say any day now, but I don’t want to get your hopes up.”

    She grunts and clears her throat. “Well, fuck.”

    You turn and look back at her. “Is something wrong?”

    She frowns and crosses her thick arms across her chest. “Nothing,” she grumbles. “Just some urgent business I need to attend to.”

    You furrow your brow looking at her. The woman who had come into your shop a few weeks ago was tall and frightening. This Eomoe looked somewhat sulky and distressed.

    “Is there something I could help you with?” You ask.

    She snorts and laughs. “Oh please,” she shakes her head. “It will be a cold day when I ask for a mere Earthling to assist me in my...uhm,” she coughs and clears her throat, “business.” She makes a quick getaway from the shop, and you return to work.

    After you fix the part and get it installed, it’s rather late. You go into your home, kick off your boots and take a cold beer from the fridge. You sit in the dark, drinking slowly from the bottle. After a few moments of peace and quiet, you turn on the TV. Luckily for you, it’s already on the porn channel you wanted.

    To say you were in a dry spell would be an understatement. After you accident and multiple surgeries, you weren’t the first choice on anyone's list. Your last fling was with a cop, and while the sex was good, she had gotten a bit possessive and clingy to the point she actually planted evidence in your shop because she thought you were cheating. 

    So now you feel your only option is the sketchy porn channel that plays on the local airwaves. You’re pretty sure it’s just some guy broadcasting his unending personal collection, but you know you're not the one to complain.

    Suddenly, you think of Eomoe. You wonder what she’s doing in the apartment above you. She’s probably sleeping, her long and lovely body poised on the bed. You shake your head, wondering why you’re thinking about her. You sigh and close your eyes, trying to focus on the moaning coming from your TV.

    “What’s that?”

    You nearly jump from your skin. You whip around, seeing Eomoe behind the sofa. “When did you get here?” You snap.

    “A few minutes ago,” she points to the screen, “back when that girl’s mascara hadn’t run.” She moves around the sofa and sits down beside you.

    You go to turn the TV off, but she stops you. “I think it’s interesting,” she smirks.

    Your throat is tight, and swallowing is a pain. You can’t focus, all you can think about is how mortifying this is. Then, Eomoe’s hand is in your lap. You gasp, and she shushes you.

    “You said you’d help me,” she murmurs. “And even if I don’t much care for humans,” she sighs as her palm strokes your length. “I have a rather silly fondness for you.” 

    “What?” You gasp.

    She tilts her head. “I like you, silly.” She says, inching closer to you. The tip of her tail coils around your ankle and starts to crawl up your leg. “Or, is it the why?”

    “The why,” you gasp breathlessly.

    She chuckles and continues to pet your lap. “My urgent business,” she huffs, “is my heat cycle,” she growls. She grips your cock through your pants, and you lose your breath for a moment. “I wanted to get back home to deal with it. Unfortunately, you are wasting my time and patience.” She tugs down your pants and takes your shaft into her cool palm. “So you’ll pay me back with this.”

    You swallow and catch your breath. “Eomoe,” you whimper.

    She giggles and rubs her cheek to your neck. “I like hearing my name like that.” Her tongue flickers on your skin. “You smell good,” she sighs. Her palm has grown slimy as she strokes you and it tingles, making your throb harder. 

    “Wait-” you gasp.

    “Hmm?” She lifts her head. “Don’t you want to have sex?” She asks. “Or are you watching that for the acting?” She points to the TV.

    You push her back. “No, I mean,” you pant. “I should tell you uhm...it’s been a while.”

    “Same for me,” she replies. “What does it matter?”

    You chuckle, a smirk on your lips. “No I mean…” you look at her. “I think you’re great, Eomoe,” you whisper to her. “I’m just worried because of...everything, I’ll cum too fast.”

    “How so?” She asks with a smile. “How am I great?”

    You look up at her and bite your lip. “You’re powerful,” you reply. “A beautiful too,” you feel your cheeks burn as you say this. “I’ve always had a thing for women who could rip me limb from limb.”

    “Aww,” Eomoe tilts her head. “That’s so sweet.” She chuckles and grabs your cock again. “You’re cute,” she purrs. She flicks her tongue along your ear and neck again. She moans softly into your ear, and you shudder. “I’ve always liked a man who knows a good thing when he’s got it.”

    She leans back on the sofa, unlatching her belt and letting her skirt fall away. She touches a small slit that starts to open up. She sighs and pants and her eyes focus on you.

    You move closer to her, touching the slit and rubbing it with your fingers. She moans loudly, and her tongue hangs from her lips. The slit is opening more, folding outward to reveal squishy tendrils. It looks like some underwater flower, swaying, and twitching of its own accord. Your fingers plunge inside, and she lets out a loud cry. You pull your fingers back, and she snarls.

    “Why’d you stop?” She grabs your hand and places it back. “Keep going!”

    “Oh, I thought,” you pant as your fingers swirl inside her. You feel tentacles inside, grasping and pulling at you. Eomoe’s voice is pitched and sultry, even if she is a bit desperate. You feel her tail coil around you, moving from your leg to around your waist. She squeezes you, and with each loud noise, she clutches you a little tighter. 

    You lean down, kissing her chest and belly. She whimpers softly. “What are you doing?”

    “I’m kissing you,” you lick down her belly, and she sighs.

    “It feels weird,” she grunts. “Why are you doing it?”

    You kiss her writhing slit, and she whimpers. You continue to rub her with your fingers, but you swirl your tongue inside her. 

    “It’s hot!” She wails. “Oh fuck-” she growls and writhes for you. Her tail squeezes you and thrusts you forward, smearing your face along her slit. You pull up for breath, and she whips you down onto the ground. Pinning you there while she rises up above you.

    “Maybe I didn’t give humans enough credit.” She lowers down, easing herself onto your cock slowly. “You’re much more creative than I imagined.” Her voice then chokes off as she takes all of you inside her. You feel the tentacles and tendrils inside squeeze around you and pulls at you. 

    She sighs and moans into your ear, rubbing herself against you. Her tail continues to squeeze as her insides squeeze and grip. All four of her arms wrap around you, and she nuzzles against your neck. 

    “Eomoe,” you moan into her ear, and she sighs. You grab her hips and start moving them. You push her down and move her up. She squeals as you do this. You arch your back, lifting up to push deeper inside her.

    Eomoe growls and snarls. She pushes your shoulders down and swirls her hips. She starts moving herself, bouncing along your shaft and watching as it disappears inside her. She squeals and shudders and all of a sudden the slit shuts tight around you. She jerks and spasms and her tail goes limp. She slips to the ground and lays there, her eyes glazed over and distant.

    You sit up and look down at her. “You ok?”

    “Mm,” she grunts. “Just uhm...just a moment uhm-”

    You sit on her tail and rub your cock along her slit. She squeaks and grips onto your legs. “Oh...oh wait-” she sighs.

    You slip your shaft back inside her and balancing on your palms you thrust deep inside her. She whimpers and mewls. Two hands are grasping your ass while her other two cover her face.

    “Oh fuck! Oh, fuck!” Eomoe gasps in rapture.

    You grunt and moan, feeling her squeezing even tighter around you. Her slit opens and shuts, almost like it’s blinking. You thrust deeper, and she cries out. Her willowy fingers dig into your rear, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh.

    You gasp and shudder, stilling for a moment. You watch her, seeing how she gasps and writhes on the floor. You dip down, kissing her mouth as best as you can. Her tongue flickers out against your lips, and you suck on it.

    “Anh-” she gasps softly. “That feels...good,” she pants.

    You smirk at her. “I’m just trying to make you like me more.” You start moving your hips again, arching your back as you feel your peak coming. You jerk and bounce, snarling heatedly as you push deep inside her.

    Eomoe peers through her fingers, watching you as he mouth opens wide. “Oh,” she pants. “Oh!” She arches her hips making you slip further inside her.

    You cry out, feeling the molten hot lava of your release. You explode inside her, your dry spell officially soaked. She squeals with delight, her hands moving from her face to her slit. She rubs it and gasps. You keep cumming, your thick load filling her until it comes to the brim. Her fingers smear it in, and she sighs with relief.

    “Oh fuck it’s so hot,” she moans.

    You lay on her chest, panting and watching the world sway before your eyes. She giggles as she pets your back and runs her fingers through your hair.

    “Rather admirable,” she coos. “Once I flare up again I’ll have to see if this was a fluke or not.”

    You sit up, your arms shaking as you move to kiss her. She allows it, pressing close to your warm lips. She pets your hair from your face and runs her fingers down the metal replacing your skin. 

    “You’re steaming,” she murmurs.

    You chuckle. “I overheated I guess.”

    She nuzzles to the warm metal of your arm and chest. “I like it,” she purrs. “I supposed that’s another reason I like you.” Her tail wraps around you again, and she holds you to her chest. You feel like you’re being snuggled into the best sleeping bag imaginable. 

    “When I have to leave,” she murmurs. “What would you say to coming onboard as my personal mechanic.” Her tongue flickers on your ear. “I’ll even give you your own quarters.”

    “Oh?” You pant. “Really?”

    “They’ll be close to mine,” she smirks. 

    You chuckle and kiss her neck. “I see! All easy access.”

    She relaxes and sighs then jerks up off the ground. “Oh, what is that?” She snaps. She throws you onto the sofa and hops u with you, curling your lap.

    “What was what?” You ask.

    “The filth under your couch!” She snaps. “I can’t believe I had sex to that!”

    You try not to laugh, but you’re having a tough time suppressing it. She squeezes around you and pushes her palms against your chest. “We’re going to my apartment,” she growls. “So that next time it doesn’t happen again.”

    “Ok, that’s fair.” You hold her for a moment while she lounges in your lap. “You know what...I think I will take that job,” you murmur. “It sounds rather interesting.”

    She smirks at you. “Like you had a choice,” she teases.