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Growing up, you'd never really been very interested in book learning. In school, you'd loved the practical demonstrations in mining and machinery, even farming. You'd always been the top of the class when it came to hands on learning, but anything where you had to sit down and listen to a teacher drone on and on about some bullshit you didn't care about? You just zoned out and started daydreaming. By the time you reached your final years in school, you're teachers had determined you were better fit for practical classes and had put you on the career learning path to become a machinery technician. You were grateful to be free of the droning voices, presentations about intergalactic politics, and endless images of alien beings.
That's why, looking across the crowded bar at the tentacled face stranger, you had no clue what kind of alien it was or anything else about it.
The Centauri Nova mining colony was an isolated human settlement on the outskirts of the Centauri star system. In other words, it was in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. Humans from other settlements didn't often venture out here, let alone other alien beings. You've only ever seen one other alien creature in person before this, a small slimy creature one of your former teachers kept as a pet. It was pitiful and looking at it had made your nose wrinkle up in disgust. Prior to tonight, aliens were either boring or disgusting in your mind.
The creature in front of you however, was neither of those things. Primarily, it was large, very large. You're surprised it fit through the door and you're sure it had to bend itself nearly in half to accomplish the feat. You're one of the tallest women in Centauri Nova at 6'3", something you'd always been quite proud of and which had earned you many eager suitors. This creature was nearly twice your height.
"Stop staring!" your friend Rina whispers at you, digging an elbow into your side. You send her a dirty look and when your eyes return to the alien, it's staring straight at you. Rina's right, it's surely rude to stare, but you can't pull your eyes away. Its face isn't beautiful by human standards, but it is fascinating. You count eight foot long tentacles instead of a mouth. They had been writhing before while it had been talking to the bartender, but now they are still, hanging down from its face, all the tips coming together to a point. Its eyes are sharp and intelligent, their pupils long and curved instead of circular.
It looks away from you, it's facial tentacles a flurry of motion again as it talks to the bartender. You suck in a breath, only now realizing you had been holding yours while the thing stared into your eyes.
"What is it?" you ask Rina, eyes still following the creature's movements. She rolls her eyes.
"I'm surprised you're interested. I thought you only had time for cogs and cocks." You send her another glare, but as your eyes return to the creature, you can't help but note the thickness of its tentacles. The outer tentacles are the smallest, not as wide as one of your fingers, but the two in the middle are girthy. You don't think you'd be able to wrap your fingers around one fully.
The creature stands and seeing it at full height makes your eyes go wide. It picks up two glasses from the bar delicately, as though uncertain they can withstand its strength, then turns again to meet your gaze and starts walking across the bar towards you.
"Um ... I'll see you later, Mechy ," and without any further hesitation, Rina is jumping off her chair and making for a group of people you both know on the other side of the bar. You watch her go, feeling abandoned, and when you turn back to the alien, its long strides have brought it within a few feet of you. You have to strain your neck to look up at it.
"Hi, I couldn't help but notice you looking at me from across the bar," its voice is deep and slightly accented, every word accompanied by a flutter of its facial tentacles.
"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to stare I just-"
"It's quite alright." Its tentacles curl at the tips in a way that feels like a smile. "Here. I bought you a drink. The bartender said it would be to your taste." You reach out and take the glass from the alien, your fingers brushing against its hand. Its flesh is smoother than a human's and cooler. You notice it only has four fingers on each hand.
"Thank you," you blush and find it difficult to look up into the creature's eyes now. Gad, it's been years since you acted like a blushing virgin. Even longer since you'd been one.
"I'm Gorgaplath," its name didn't have the melody of human speech, some of the sounds created from the slap of the creature's tentacles against one another. It takes a seat in the chair next to you, its mass dwarfing you. "I take it you've never met a Kthulhuian before."
"No, I've never met an alien before-I'm so sorry! Is it rude to call you that?" you're nervous, not wanting to offend this large dangerous looking being, but it just makes a gurgling noise in its throat, its tentacles writhing excitedly. You think it might be a laugh.
"No need to apologize! I always enjoy meeting humans who are unfamiliar with my kind. The tentacles fascinate them. Would you like to touch them?" it asks, leaning down so that its face is within your reach.
You stretch out your hand tentatively. It takes your wrist in its own hand and draws you in closer. Tentacles reach out for you, their touch soft and tickling. You let them explore your hand before you're brave enough to return its exploring touch. You reach out and take one of the center tentacles in hand. It's firmer than you expected for an appendage so agile.
"What do you use them for?" you ask. You find yourself far more curious about alien lifeforms than you ever have been before. You think that if they'd brought into class a fine specimen like the one before you, you would have had a much easier time paying attention.
"To eat, to talk, to aid my hands with fine motor tasks," its words are a bit garbled with your hand still grasping a primary tentacle. It occurs to you that you should probably let go, but the way you feel the other tentacles writhe against your hand as it speaks is mesmerizing.
"To kiss pretty little humans sometimes," it says and you feel the tentacle in your grasp start to curl into what you recognize as a smile. You run your fingers down its length before withdrawing your hand.
"Was that ... kissing for your kind? What we just did?"
"No!" it says with another laugh, "I can kiss you if you like." It leans in even closer to you, a tentacle reaching out to gently touch your cheek.
You hesitate but don't pull back. "Have you ever kissed a human before?" you ask, stalling for more time as you decide if this is what you want. The ache between your legs suggest it is, but you're still frightened of this creature.
"Yes, humans and Kthulhuians are very compatible species. In fact, humans make my kind's favorite vasto receptaci , a kind of life-long bond we form with other species."
"Kind of like a mate? Or a spouse?"
It bobs its large head from one side to the other, "Kind of, but not quite. It's a bit hard to explain without going into a lot about our culture."
You laugh shyly, "I have to admit, I was really bad in school when it came to learning about other species and cultures. I was always much better with mechanics."
"I always prefer to teach other species about my kind myself anyway. You're a mechanic? What do they have you working on out here?" From there the conversation is easy. You're eager to tell the Kthulhuian all about the mining drills you help build and repair. It seems very interested, even though it admits it only has vague knowledge of how such machinery works. It tells you a little about the work it does too.
"So what are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere if you're into finance?" You're leaned in towards the alien, your hand wrapped once again around one of its large tentacles, stroking it.
"I guess I'm looking for love," it says wryly. You throw your head back and laugh.
"More like a little colony mine-rat to tumble!" you tease, as if you aren't at this particular bar because it's where the otherworlders all come and you were looking for some strange yourself. Boy had you found it!
It just laughs and shrugs. "I mean, I wouldn't turn down a tumble, but I am looking for my vasto receptum ." It runs the tip of a tentacle across your lips.
"Kiss me?" you ask. Its eyes go very soft and it brings a hand to hold the back of your neck and draws you in close. You're surprised to feel the tentacle at your lips enter your mouth, but relax into the creature's strong grip, tonguing at the intrusion. Tentacles come up to caress your face, the tip of the other large tentacle joins the first in your mouth, exploring every surface.
It's a bit more than you expected from a first kiss in a crowded bar. Your mouth feels full and stretched wide to accommodate the tips of both tentacles. Just when the creature's movements start to slow and you think it's about to pull away, a tentacle slides into your throat. You gag and your hand comes up to grasp the tentacle in panic, but it's slick with your spit and just slides in your grasp, thrusting in and out of your throat.
This isn't your first time deepthroating something, but definitely your first time deepthroating something in front of a room full of people including several of your friends. One tentacle withdraws from your throat only for the other to replace it, pushing even deeper. They take turns burying themselves inside of you. You manage to get control of your gag reflex and relax your throat, but that only encourages the tentacles to venture deeper. You struggle to breathe, only able to take in a breath through your nose when the tentacles briefly withdraw from you.
One of the tentacles buries itself fully inside of you, your lips stretched wide around the base of it. The creature holds you there for a moment and then releases you, withdrawing from your mouth completely.
You suck in air like a man emerging from cryogenic sleep. You run a hand across your gasping mouth and it comes back covered in your own spit. You glace around the room and find people watching you on all sides quickly advert their gaze as you look their way. Rina stares at you wide eyed from across the room.
Gorgaplath reaches out and strokes your blushing cheek, bringing your attention back to it. "Was that too much?" It looks nervous, afraid to have scared you off.
You take a moment to answer, still trying to catch your breath. Your eyes are once again drawn to the large tentacles now wet with your spit. The way they glisten and the memory of them penetrating you makes your cunt ache.
" No! It's just-Maybe something we should do in private quarters next time?"
All of its tentacles curl up onto themselves happily. "My ship's nearby if you'd like to go some where private."
You smile back, nodding, still feeling a bit dazed after being so recently face fucked.