Xvoaea Csotalas: The Periwinkle Princess

He only survived falling from the Surface-Scanner dispatch because of the summertime planet's softer density - it had nearly killed him, even so.

Everything on the planetary flat seemed to carry on in a brilliant, reactionary harmony. The lush trees and plants his body destroyed upon entry had begun to regenerate almost instantly, healing and fortifying from the fractured positions that his impact put them in. Quite incredibly. He imagined how the scientists, biologists of Earth must be frothing to get off the aerial ships and down on the ground. Except, the toxins.

He had never before experienced any sensation like that induced by the atmospheric aura and energies, when he came to. After waking, bleeding and dirty - the mind-altering elemental properties eliciting slight psychotic symptoms - there was an overwhelming feeling arising in him to strip down to the nude. And so he had gotten naked, the vibrational chemicals in the air breathing, pulsating, massaging his apparently air-light body - consciousness fading even as malleable environment attempted neural-adaption to foreign biochemistry. His systems were faltering.

The first few glimpses of her happened, then, with the toxins - harmful to humans but nothing indigenous - coursing through his veins. For some hours, unknown how many he existed in a state of delirium, stuck between adaptation and genetic hereditary resistance. The alien faerie goddess, rescuer forest nymph was ethereal, coloured a bluish-violet tinge like all the humanoid natives of the planet, her hair a reddish-pink, auburn shade and made of lustrous, silken material, not keratin. Most fascinating, besides the features of their amazing bodies were the eyes, colour-changing and slanted like trapezoids, flittering like dazzling diamonds, with the light shown moving across her plane of vision optically reflected.

He noticed, even deliriously, how the eyes changed, both colour and shape, ellipses orbiting perception. The hair as well had soft brown and cream streaks, he realized like Autumn leaves. Skin, form were of the highest dexterity, like a fiberglass material, pliant and gentle. Physiology morphological, just so in the same as the unbelievable planet.

She laboured over him for several hours, he knew not much save that death might be near. It was clear, through his blurry scope that she held sufficient knowledge in herbological medicines and healing. Despite having reference amid his hallucinations, it was a detached lens, and he was unable to act. Thus absolutely taken by the scents, sounds, whirling sights of the miraculous rainforest and canopy.

Her hair, its fine, wavy locks cascaded down smooth, bare shoulders. The facial symmetry and features, nose, lips, ears, like the hands and feet, were dainty and delicate. Those big, altering eyes eclipsed into spherical ovals, staying that way as they searched over her work, his body and face with tender, patient awareness. She was garbed in an intricately woven dressing-gown entwined of grass, ivy, vines and flowers.

The metamorphosis failed, pain beginning to shoot through his body - a searing, unbearable ache gravitating towards his navel.

She traced her hands along his torso. As she processed him this way her fingertips started glowing - this happened throughout the whole of her body when an area had stimulus. Soon, placing a hand on each side of his head, she bowed her forehead and touched theirs together.

The pain became worse as he felt an intense burning sensation shoot into his genitals. His phallis was dark and swollen, bulging like a sponge left in murky water. The soft, tiny fingers of the exotic girl drew over his testicles, up the penile shaft, then a finger against the tip, pressing gently.

'I am Xvoaea Csotalas,' she told him, calmly direct. 'Your Kundalini is being poisoned. You must have release where the sexual energy is stored and generates or you shall perish. I will bring you to relief.'

'I'm Augustus,' he said, almost choking on the words, so he said no more.

'Rest, Augustus,' she said, her voice soothing, sweet as honey. 'Trust in, accept the practice. Be at ease. Flow with peace. Channel release.'

Her cool palms rubbed up and down his severely erect penis, grasping evenly with fingers crossed around like a prayer. Every so often she switched tactics, caressing and stroking up and down in a gentle, oscillating motion. It was so stiff that she could not get any traction. For so, the energetic venom repelled all attempts, she let go as the pain would begin to transmit into her own hands, arms. She used her saliva to lubricate, though without fail within moments of each try the anguish came back.

During this exertion the muscle mass of her arms, shoulders and chest expanded. Thus power of her cellular machine allocating all potential energy to the necessary bodily locations. Visceral phenomenon. Regardless, in every attempt she was foiled by the unyielding, unnatural energies emanating from his bulbous phallis. Sweating feverishly.

Her soft yet coarse hands smoothed circles on his torso. Hers as if flesh could be made out of graphite. She excreted plenty of saliva from mouth and rubbed it upon the penis. The youthful vitality of her face lit up, eyes burning like embers yet reticent, a cautious and also collected demeanor showing on her countenance as she calculated the next move.

He felt the ethereal touch, stimulation as she worked all fingers thoughtlessly on his shaft whilst coolly considering. Gazed upon her gorgeous face, small chin and cropped jaw, the pronounced indent of her throat, fire hair and water eyes. He noticed that the dress she wore, of natural fabrics, was deteriorating, splotches of skin visible.

'We shall interlock in the way souls mesh best in this life,' she said.

He watched eagerly from his incapacitation as she clambered atop, a little cumbersome, crawling forward hesitantly. She sat for a moment upon his navel, he felt the lacy proportions of her vulva tickling. Then she reached hips back, arms extended straight alongside his head. With the dress cropped up, nipped above the pelvic region, she drew tiny circles against the vaginal opening with his penis tip. Like rest of the body, the vagina was somewhat smaller and more delicate than that of human anatomy.

This was her first time, he realized, watching her fastidious face where the chin rested up on his pectorals. Her subtle body bend, the deep arch in her back would've been enough to finish him if the poison that circulated in his balls hadn't been refractory to expulsion. Nimbly she worked herself forward and backward, but it was too big proportionately to go in.

Still, she was determined, and he could feel how wet she was. Becoming hornier with every second that she cradled his penis, trying to poke it in her. With its firmness it occasionally slipped past her hand and hit around the vulva and anus, smacking hard. Her breath blew hot in his mouth, their faces now almost touching as she bobbed back and forth, utilizing the force of movement and sitting up, then down on the rotund phallic organ.

From a full-mounted position, straddling hardily, she used an effortless bounding motion to work the tip inside her. It took a few minutes from then but soon half of it was within. And after all of it, then there was no more room whatsoever. She winced with agony but teared in ecstacy, the features of her face betraying the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. He had never been in a vagina that felt so porously wet, radiantly tight.

For hours it went on like this, an episode of ejaculation would occur, although he remained hard - still envenomed - yet the pain slowly subsided as the poison gradually decreased. When she orgasmed herself body tensed up, limbs gyrated and the eyes flickered like a shaman entranced. At some point due to exhaustion and stricken by rapturous, sensory overload, she keeled off although the process went on, their physiologies taking the lead as they lay in a spooning position. The vagina suctioned him inside, ever deeper with nowhere to go, bulging explosively, no space left whatsoever. It was hotly humid, soakingly sticky, both their groinal areas moist, stained with penile and vaginal fluids. She moaned and he grunted, they were lost to their transcendent, euphoric pleasure, this carrying on until all of his manhood's essence was spent and fatigue overcame them entirely. They lay there sound asleep, still connected, liquids spilt out all over.

***

Next day they walked through the jungle, her leading the way. She walked with a bit of a limp, as a wounded animal favours a sore leg. The dress had come completely off during their protracted intercourse. In the nude, he saw how her body was tight and slender, breasts and buttocks perky, supple. Any time he looked at her, felt the blood rush to his loins.

'You saved my life,' he said to her - they hadn't spoken a word.

'Yes, certainly. Letting one die would be folly. And also that course of action benefitted myself. Now, I can be with none other in coitus.'

'Your dress was very pretty - sorry it got wrecked.'

'It was merely transient, ceremonial. At my age we are presented for marriage. It is not forced, although custom indulged once a season. I did not wish to lay with any amongst my clan. When we mate, that is it.'

'How is it you are speaking English - have you had contact?'

'No. We can download understanding through touch. From you, I learnt customs, communicative abilities and saw some of your memories.'

'You're like a living microchip, I suppose.'

'Our intrinsic interaction was fantastic. I wish to have it again sometime, should you desire. Right now, I'm sore so body shan't permit.'

'There are other ways though - I've been staring at one all morning.'

He looked at her perfect, luscious butt-cheeks, the rounded thigh gap and beautiful crimson pussy glistening between taut legs.

'You have a beautiful bum,' he said.

'In here?' she asked, looking back at him, then down at her rear.

Turning, she leaned unto a tree, holding onto it with one hand. With the other, facing him innocently, she reached back and massaged her butthole with two fingertips. Then slowly she worked one in, two, then three, flinching a bit, pushing in deeper until finding a steady rhythm.

'It doesn't adapt the same. It lubricates well though.'

He approached her candidly, more aroused than ever.

'Are you sure you're able to go again?'

'Healthy as a horse,' he told her.

He firmed his legs, rooting strong, and together they guided his penis into her asshole. This took a minute, although when the tip was in and she gasped, the facial features finicky, he took it as an affirmation. He fucked her slow, steady in the ass, and as more lodged inside, became smoother and more durable, moistly pleasant. He noticed, too, how her butt and boobs grew more rounded, swelling several sizes larger during sex.

'I like it in there very much,' she sighed - rubbing the outside of her vulva, which was ringed with a fibrous clitoral lining.

'Me too - you're so fine and tight.'

Soon enough she was shaking with pleasure, he felt that if stood up higher could have lifted her clear off the ground. Deftly she took him out, spun about and climbed onto his shoulders, spreading legs. Her ankles rested perfectly ninety-degrees on his collarbones, both hands clutching the back of his head - she was light as a feather, dexterous as air. Then like an acrobat she swung ass lower, inserting cock into steamy pussy.

The clitoral lip fibres cupped onto to his pubic region and testicles. Her insides oscillated with their rhythm, he knew by how constricted it was within that her vagina was at its utmost limits, yet also they both felt the sweetest, dirtiest, pleasurable pain. She was like a tantric angel, and when he came it was harder than he ever had or probably would again.

Like a Venus flytrap her vagina closed up after she dismounted. Stepping down, she put a hand to her belly and grimaced in discomfort.

'What is it?'

'Our males do not expel as much fluid so my physiology hasn't adapted to retain so much cum as this. And our vaginas close afterwards to maximize fertility and expedite the chance of getting pregnancy.'

He pulled her to him, they kissed, mouths open and wet. He could tell she had never done that, either. A perfect, dainty little goddess.

'I should like to present you to my people.'

'Alright.'

'There are many other techniques we must practice, as well.'

'Okay.'

She sat on her rump on the forest floor, legs arched in the air at ninety-degrees, and spread them apart as far as they would go.

'More, thanks,' she instructed.

He felt himself grow, bulge hard once more. Her ass and tits were massive, body amazingly tight and fit. A tiny blue-indigo Aphrodite.

'Yes, please,' he concurred.