Out of the corner of your eye, you see a boy. Something about him is strange... something you can't quite place. It seems almost as though in your peripheral vision, the child is strangely out of focus, but all too sharp when you look at him. He stands on a street corner, casually smoking a cigarillo. You're staring, and you only realize it when his attention shifts to you, and even though he's standing quite a ways away and you're in the middle of a bustling crowd, you get the distinct impression that his eyes are staring directly into yours. You don't really know why, but there's a bizarre, unsettling feeling when your eyes meet. It feels like a strange exhilaration, like taking a plunge on a roller coaster. He smiles at you, looks away before being swallowed up by a crowd, and then is gone.

Weeks pass, but the image of his eyes, green, deep and dark, like the places secrets are buried, and that childish smile remain vivid in your mind. Just as you're about to let the thought pass to memory and fantasy, you see him again. Still dressed sharply, for a child, still dragging casually on his cigarillo. Little clouds of smoke pass his lips. He has onyx hair and dark skin, as though from being out in the sun. His features have that childish, almost feminine delicacy, but seem to be growing into that handsome masculinity.

"Hello," he says politely, smiling up at you. This is what breaks you from your trance. Somehow, you'd crossed the street and were standing in front of him, staring down. "My name is Hector, what's yours?" The boy's smile lights up his face, like a star streaking across the night sky. He talks with a childish enthusiasm--a boyish curiosity. This child's attention is focused solely on you, as though you were the only woman in the world. Whatever errand you were in the middle of is completely forgotten, and you soon find yourselves talking over coffee, as though on a date.

Time passes, minutes feeling like days, hours like weeks. As the steam from your cup curls upwards towards the ceiling, his green eyes stare evenly at you, lips curled in a thin smile, like he's grinning at some private joke. It's a warm expression, and every time his lips part in a smile, the bridge of his nose crinkles, giving you the feeling that every pearly grin is a gift just for you. It's not long before your own eyes invite his gaze and your heart is racing, ready to burst every time this boy says something to you. It's crazy! It's ludicrous! He's only a child--no more than twelve or thirteen! But the more you two talk, the more he listens, the more he smiles (and the more desperate you become to make him smile), the more your heart smothers every note of opposition or klaxon of logic. You love Hector, and Hector loves you, and this is how you always want it to be.

The lights are down in your home. How you got there or how your clothes ended up on the floor don't matter in the slightest. The only consideration in your mind is what Hector thinks of you. He's sitting in the dark, all you can see is the bright red glow of his cigarillo, but you can feel the intense, scrutinizing gaze of his green eyes on your body. Cold, nervous sweat beads on your body as you await his judgement. Then it finally comes. Hector's warm, tender smile. The greatest of praises, meant just for you. "Good girl," comes his tender praise. Strength flees your knees and you wobble, feeling light headed as your heart sings in pleasure at even this simple note of acclaim.

Hector is standing in front of you now, naked. There's a strange, adolescent strength to his body, despite his delicate, lithe build. It seems to be in that strange transition between boydom and manhood. He's well formed, with body smooth and hard as though carved from marble. Warm fingertips touch your thigh, and electricity shoots straight up your spine, stealing your breath away.

It's now that you notice, though, that between his legs isn't a penis, but... some other strange appendage. If your mind weren't so cloudy with lust, it might be frightened. The realization that you don't find it peculiar brings another epiphany to your mind--your body feels hot. Your mind burns. You're turned on in a way that you've never felt before. "Pheromones," he says softly, smiling up at you. "Your species has a rather peculiar weakness to them. I hope you like them, little human. It seems that you are..." As Hector speaks, the strange appendage between his legs blooms like a flower. It seems to be a peculiar set of tentacles, at first folded back beneath him, appearing at first to be the sex of a human female. They are a set of four tentacles, arranged two over two, the ones on top being slightly larger than the ones beneath. The tendrils are short at first, slowly growing longer and thicker. "They're designed for optimal stimulation. The phallus and the pheromones," he laughs softly. Hector's hands continue to explore your body. "I'm sorry we have to use you like this, but please, accept the incredible pleasure you're about to experience as a small consolation."

The joining is unlike anything you've ever felt before. Ecstasy beyond description! Pleasure beyond belief! Whatever this creature is, it at least knows how to please a woman, despite its apparent youth. He hurts you, teases you, coaxes you, thrills you, again and again, bringing you to mind-shattering climax after climax. Finally, with your body battered and exhausted, sweat and juices clinging to your flesh, he smiles at you, slender fingers stroking through your hair. "I think you're ready now."

The four tentacles are buried in your wet sex, thick and powerful, undulating and wriggling, stimulating every sensitive wall and crevice they can find. It turns out they were just for pleasure, though. The thick, milky substance that issued from them was just the prelude to the main event. That sweet, hot stuff wasn't this creature's seed. No, that was coming next. From between the tentacles came a long, thick tube. It was fleshy, covered in dark veins and lined with bizarre ridges and barbs. The writhing tentacles in your sex massage your inner walls, stretching them, spreading them, easing the entry of that new member. What follows is a coupling unlike any you've ever experienced, and when it's finished and you're full of this creature's seed, the only thought that your mind can manage is how much you hope this boy managed to get you pregnant. Hector's hands stroke your face and he tells you what a good girl you are, and you can't help but beam with pride.

This boy isn't human, but for whatever reason, you can't bring yourself to care. In the coming months as you discover the after effects of your bizarre coupling and your stomach and pride swells, you can't wait to finally give birth, just to see the boy you call Hector once more, and start all over again.
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[collapse="Not everyone keeps their genitals between their legs."]The mating has begun. It starts out as a strange dance, as though being courted by a serpent. The young boy's eyes gaze at you hypnotically, catching the light like a bowl of water catches the moon. He's good--too good!--somehow knowing every weakness, touching here, stroking there, until pleasure crashes against your mind like thunder. Your whole body shakes. Still, he won't give you release, not yet. Oh, how you hate him! How you love him! It's impossible to tell which is greater, or even if they are not one and the same. Finally, the moment comes.

Hetat disrobes, but where you expected to find some member, in your mind some tremendous male rod perhaps, there is nothing. Like a doll, he appears sexless. The skin between his skinny legs is dark, but of organs there appears to be nothing. A confused look is met with an understanding smile. A whimper as his lips meet your forehead. The room feels so hot, so close, like you're being held to the breast of a giant. How can this strange boy have such an effect on you?

His lips part, and he makes a soft, strange gurgling sound. Out of his mouth comes his tongue. No, it... can't be a tongue. It's too big, too thick. In the back of your mind, in that small part still unclouded by lust, you remember seeing something like it. It looks like one of those great undersea tubeworms that grow near volcanic vents--red and fleshy and bulging. The damn thing seems impossibly long, impossibly big. The boy runs his hands soothingly through your hair. You were about to find out how Tehth mated with human girls.[/collapse]

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[collapse=Flexibility]I'm very flexible on details and ideas. If you have something in mind or would like something changed, just run in by me and I'll happily consider it![/collapse]
[collapse=OOC]Hi! I hope you enjoyed that! This was just an idea that's been rattling around in my head for a while, and I wanted to share it. The idea behind Hetat is that he's some sort of creature (perhaps an alien, or demon, or some sort of genetically engineered human) that is driven to breed with human (or at least humanish--elves, mithra, that sort, typically) females. He's created specifically to do it, and is armed with a number of biological agents to do so. In the story above, it's pheromones and tentacles, but I'd like to explore all sorts of strange genitalia. Perhaps he has something that injects a drug that makes his mate addicted to him, or some sort of member that allows eggs to be implanted into a host somehow. If you have any ideas, just want to chat, discuss RPs or whatever! just send me a PM or note and I'll be happy to talk with you. I look forward to hearing from you soon!

Also, golly! I created this account today and I've already been bookmarked by five people! I'm glad you seem to like this profile (whoever you mystery people are @_@). I would just like to request that, if you bookmark me, just send me a little note so I know who my friendly neighborhood f-chat stalkers are! Heh heh.[/collapse]