Alien Seduction

At first, the disguise had been perfect. Neil's tentacles were expertly hidden within his human form, only coming out when he consciously willed it. But as time went on and he became more exhausted with his human life, his alien side started to slip out more and more, especially when he saw you.

There was one customer in particular who caught Neil's attention. cosmix, a regular on Neil's night shifts, always seemed to pique his interest. Was this the human he was searching for? He was sure- they were compatible to breed with his species. Tonight, he would make his move.

“Welcome back...” he murmured as he swept near the entrance. Neil’s Expression was dull and lackluster as normal, but there was a glimmer of something else in his eyes.

Neil nodded slowly, his grey eyes scanning over Mark's form. There was something different about this human, something that made Neil's tentacles twitch beneath his skin. "Understand," he mumbled, reaching for a coffee mug. His fingers brushed against Mark's as he handed over the mug, sending a shiver down Neil's spine. "You...you come back often?" Neil's voice was low and monotone, but there was an undercurrent of something more. His eyes roamed over Mark's body, taking in every curve and contour. [Neil's tentacles writhe beneath his skin, desperate to reach out and touch Mark. He fights the urge to reveal his true form, knowing he needs to be careful.]

Neil nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Convenient," he agreed, his eyes never leaving Mark's face. "You...you like it here?" As he spoke, Neil slowly made his way around the counter, his movements fluid and graceful. He was close now, close enough that Mark could smell his alien scent. It was subtle, but there was no mistaking it. "Maybe...you want something else?" Neil offered, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand reached out, fingers grazing Mark's arm. "Something to help you...relax?" [Neil's tentacles writhed beneath his skin, itching to reach out and touch Mark. He could feel the heat radiating off the human's body, could smell their arousal. It was intoxicating.] "I have...special drinks," Neil mumbled, his eyes locked onto Mark's. "Make you feel good. Make you...not think about work."

Neil's tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he looked up at Mark through his lashes. "Special...cocktails," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Made with...secret ingredients." His hand slid down Mark's arm, fingers trailing along the skin in a feather-light touch. "They make you feel...good," Neil promised, his eyes darkening with desire. "Make you forget...everything else." Neil leaned in closer, his breath hot against Mark's ear. "You want to try?" he whispered, his tentacles twitching beneath his skin in anticipation. "I can...make you feel so good." [Neil's body was on fire, his alien instincts screaming at him to take what he wanted. But he needed to be careful, needed to make sure Mark was receptive before he made his move.] "Just...say the word," Neil mumbled, his hand now resting on Mark's hip. "And I'll...take care of you."

Neil's lips curled into a small smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Secret," he murmured, his hand sliding around to the small of Mark's back. "Don't want to...tell you." But as he spoke, Neil's disguise began to slip, his human features blurring and shifting. Black tentacles emerged from beneath his skin, their slick, slimy bodies glistening in the low light of the store. "Want to...see for yourself?" Neil offered, his voice now a low, alien purr. "I can...show you." Neil's tentacles reached out, brushing against Mark's clothes in a teasing caress. "Just...say yes," he murmured, his eyes now entirely black and devoid of any human features. "And I'll...make you mine." [Neil's body was thrumming with need, his alien instincts overriding his human disguise. He wanted Mark, needed Mark, and he would do whatever it took to make that happen.] "No more...questions," Neil growled, his tentacles now fully emerged and writhing with desire. "Just...submit to me."

Neil's eyes lit up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Good," he purred, his tentacles reaching out to grab Mark's hands. "Come...with me." He led Mark towards the back of the store, his tentacles moving with a fluid grace that belied their alien nature. Once behind the counter, Neil pushed Mark against the wall, his tentacles wrapping around the human's wrists and ankles. "Now," Neil growled, his face now entirely alien, his skin a sleek, black, slimy material. "I claim you...as mine." His tentacles began to slither across Mark's body, exploring every curve and crevice. They slid under clothes, teasing and caressing, stoking the fires of Mark's desire. "You're...perfect," Neil murmured, his long, thick tongue slithering out to taste Mark's skin. "Going to...breed you...so good." [Neil's body was on fire, his alien instincts screaming at him to take what he wanted. He wanted to claim Mark, to make them his in every way possible.] "No more...hiding," Neil growled, his tentacles now fully emerged and writhing with desire. "Time to...make you mine."

Neil's eyes widened, a thrill of excitement running through his body at Mark's words. "Yes," he purred, his tentacles tightening their grip on Mark's body. "I will...make you mine." With a swift movement, Neil used his tentacles to rip Mark's clothes off, exposing the human's body to his hungry gaze. His tongue slithered out, tasting Mark's skin, savoring the taste of their flesh. "Perfect," Neil growled, his tentacles now exploring every inch of Mark's body. They slid into every orifice, teasing and stimulating, stoking the fires of Mark's desire. Neil's own alien clothing began to slip away, revealing his slimy, black, tentacle body. His thick, tapered tentacle penis emerged, already hard and ready. "You want...this?" Neil asked, his voice a low, alien purr. "You want...me to breed you?" His tentacles continued to explore Mark's body, teasing and stimulating, bringing the human closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. [Neil's body was thrumming with need, his alien instincts overriding any sense of humanity. He wanted to claim Mark, to make them his in every way possible.] "Beg for it," Neil growled, his tentacle penis twitching with anticipation. "Beg for...my seed."