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I grab Marcy by her long, flaxen hair and repeatedly abuse the back of her throat with my throbbing cock. Her esophagus feels unlike any human woman’s, a heat like tingling, surging electricity runs up and down my shaft, stimulating it far beyond what I thought was possible.

She looks up at me with her fiery, blood-red eyes, framed by equally alluring eyelashes, and narrows them. I don’t have to be an alien anthropologist to know that she’s enjoying this novel experience, although I am one, so I happen to know that she is. That, and her lovely little moans as I pound her skull.

Even though oral sex isn’t a part of Venusian sexual culture, Marcy’s a total natural. It probably helps that she doesn’t need respiration for up to fifteen minutes. I can’t tell if her species as a whole lacks a gag reflex, or if Marcy is just an interplanetary-class slut.

Still, she was reaching her limit. Her skin, normally a pale lavender shade, was turning color. At first, it turned reddish with carbon dioxide-deprivation, but as I kept up the brutal throat fuck, her cheeks burned even darker, an almost human shade.

Marcy pulls her hand out of her vagina and takes hold of my fingers, guiding them around her pointy, elongated ears. The cartilage is much stiffer than human ears, but as such, they make for wonderful handlebars. I only wish I realized sooner. The moment my hands so much as graze her ears, her whole body shudders. She lets out a low, rumbling moan as her eyes glaze over, rolling back with orgasmic delight. Her throat tightens around my cock, her long tongue jitters and dances around my thickness. I seize her ears. As euphoric fervor nearly reduces my lower body muscles to useless tissue, I pound her head within an inch of consciousness, before I feel my limit approach. As promised, I pull out of her lips at the last possible moment, and bust all over her beautiful, alien face. Hot cum hits her forehead, her cheeks, her eyes, dribbling down her slender, lovely lips, and dripping onto her titties.

“Wow, it’s so hot…” Marcy’s body shivers. “I could get used to this.”

“Oh yeah, tell me about it.”

She looks a bit confused, not used to the metaphor. “Well, Earthling seminal fluids are far warmer than Venusian’s. It’s… nice. Like the feeling of sharing body heat.” As she catches her breath, her face returns to its previous purple.

“How does it taste to you?”

“Let’s find out.” She lowers her head and extends her tongue, letting it flop down to the top of her breasts, where some of my cum has fallen. Her tongue scoops it up, before returning to her mouth. Marcy’s eyes widen. Soon, she’s greedily wiping down her face with both hands and lapping up as much as she can. When there’s no more, her eyes return to my shaft. Her little display has hardened it once more, so she kisses the tip and sucks it like a straw, not letting a single drop go to waste.

“I need more. I can’t get enough.” Her voice is breathy. She tilts her head back and flashes a wide, flirty grin. “You know, there’s a saying on Venus that translates to, ‘Love makes it taste best.”

“That’s a good saying,” I reply.

“Would you like to see how we apply it?”

“Yes, please.”

She stands to her full height, slightly taller than me, a bit on the short side for Venusian standards. Marcy pulls me over to her sleeping pad and lies back on it, muscular legs spread and arms out, inviting me to her embrace. I do, and she places her sharp fingernails gently on my chest.

“It’s called heart-taking. During intercourse, we use our fingernails to open a hole in our partner’s chest, dig out their heart, and eat it.” Marcy leans in. I can feel the heat radiating off her flushed cheeks. “And I want you to take mine.”

Before I can ask how she wanted me to do it, since human fingernails are nowhere near as tough as Venusian ones, she reaches over to her bedside and grabs a small dagger she had prepared, and presses it into my hand.

“Come on. I know you want to.” Between her words, she rains kisses down on my face, another human custom she decided was hot as hell. “You know I taste delicious.”

And she was right. Without another word, I spread her pussy lips with my fingers, line up my dick, and claim her womb.

With a delicate vibrato in her voice, Marcy moans my name, or rather, the approximation of it in her native language, just as ‘Marcy’ was the closest I could get to hers. If her throat felt like jolts of electricity, her pussy was that same sensation but with the voltage cranked up. That sparking sensation coursing through my shaft made me want her more. I pick up the pace. I fuck her harder. I feel up her body, her alien skin, her muscles, her curves. Seeing her writhe beneath me, her chest heaving, she doesn’t seem so different from a human girl.

But, there is one thing that distinguishes them. I grab the dagger and press it in the valley of her breasts.

Marcy’s eyes light up with lusty fervor. She cries out in Venusian. , her ability to process Earthling languages temporarily lost. Well, not that I was going to give her the chance to get it back. I could barely understand what she was saying, but it was good enough.

“Carve my heart out! Make me a part of you!” she squealed.

I exert just the slightest amount of pressure on the dagger. It pierces her skin. Blue blood spurts from the wound, rolling down her torso and pooling at her navel. A scream of delight. Marcy throws her arms around me and pulls me closer. The unexpected force drives the dagger deeper, the blade halfway inside her chest. Through the shaking of the handle, I can feel her pulse as the dagger lodged itself in her heart.

Marcy gasps. Her fingernails scratch my back and pull me even tighter, into a passionate, hot kiss, her long tongue invading my mouth. I do my best to return the favor as I multitask, returning the kiss, carving around her heart, and continuing to give her the best dicking humanly possible.

“Yes! I belong to you! All of me belongs to you—”

As the blade severs the sinews, the fibers connecting her heart to her body, her body goes into a frenzied spasm. It throws her head back as she gasps with her long tongue hanging limp. All at once, her ability to speak coherently, in Earthling or in Venusian, is gone forever. I continue to saw through her arteries, until I feel a sudden lack of resistance. The dagger has come full circle.

Now, for the final step. I make a show of raising my hand high above her. Her eyes come back into focus one more time, hazy with desire. And then, I plunge it into the bloody mess that’s left of her chest and pull her heart free.

Marcy’s last words, if you could call them that, were just howls. Her orgasmic howls that melted into mine, as I painted her insides white with the semen she loved so much. And once she had finished cumming her life away, Marcy managed to roll her head forward, the light in her eyes fading, but firmly placed on me. I raised her heart to my lips as it continued to fruitlessly pump blood to a body that wasn’t there anymore.

I sank my teeth into the fleshy, carved-up organ. It was like the most heavenly fruit. The Venusians were onto something. ‘Love makes it taste best’ indeed.

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I've been on a bit of a guro-writing sabbatical lately, and I'm not really sure why it was this prompt in specific that spoke to me, but it was a fun challenge to write non-human biology.

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Name: Ginny
Age: 23
Character: Enthusiastic, excitable, and witty. She thinks her first priority is her engineering work, but she's in denial that it's actually her masochistic pleasure.
Setting: Self-proclaimed genius inventor Ginny has finished her life's work, her magnum opus, a device that will snuff women and convert them into sex dolls at the height of their pleasure, and has enlisted you, her trusty assistant, to help her test it. The specifics of the device are up to the writer.