Pedo or Xeno | By : Andyouthinkimcrazy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Note: Hello and welcome to chapter fifteen! It's certainly long over-due; but, uh, you can blame my on-going love affair with Death Note... and Das Heiligtum, the site I've been rping on. It's just too much fun to play with Zim... hating on all the humans, trying to think of ways to destroy the Earth when he gets back, trying to find him a new disguise because he lost the old one and can't make a new one, did I mention hating on humans? I don't think I did. There's a lot of that.
Anyhow I'm going to stop babbling about that, you want to read Zim! There's only one last thing I want to point out; August is going to be a busy month for me. July 30th to August 7th is my dad's week off and we're going to MN for a few days, then on August 11th I hop a plane and head east to visit my friend in NS! I'm so excited! I get to spend an entire week with her! So, I come back on the 18th of August, only for the local amusement rides to be set up for fun times from the 19th to the 21st. After that I'm finally all freed up! Now, that isn't to say that I won't find some time for writing anyhow; it'll just be sparse compared to the relative open schedule I have now. That concludes my babbling! Enjoy the PoX! ... Zim can feel Dib's shock before he hears it, it's in the human's tense back muscles that tighten beneath his claws, "Wh-What!" Dib yelps in a moment of shock before he quickly tries fighting his way out of Zim's grip. The little alien holds him tightly in response, he won't-can't-let go; his driven efforts to seduce Dib double: his hips grinding and his mouth forming whispered words of need. This situation is so confusing for the young paranormal investigator; he's not only struck with unexplainable arousal, he also doesn't understand how Zim can so easily go from fighting for escape to accepting this arrangement willingly. Is it something alien? Is that why Zim is acting so un-Zim-like? Is it enough to have an effect on him too? Dib-having to deal with this arousal-is stuck in a horrid situation; it feels good and he wants to give in to Zim's demanding motions, but he doesn't want to rip off his clothes and join in; no: it's too embarrassing, too disgusting, too... wrong and strange and horrible. There is also the added presence of Iso hovering behind him to account for; that psycho is probably ready to do this to him too! He can't... he won't do it; and he's perplexed as to why he had to think so hard to refuse this urge. Zim would kill him later if he did that, Dib reminds himself; but, as it is, he's certain Zim is on the verge of ripping him apart if he doesn't give in and do something: the claws are slicing mean, bloody trails down his back. Inhaling deeply to tide him over, Dib draws his breathing to a stop, he doesn't feel he could do anything else as shaking fingers willingly pass over Zim's privates; the trembling digits hover over the length of Zim's flesh before they slide to the place the little alien seemed to want them most. The invader's response is to spread his green legs wider for the new intrusion, the result of this is a deep blush of humiliation creeping across both captive's faces. Zim doesn't want to admit this is happening even though he can clearly feel every little movement from Dib and every violent push from Iso; the Invader tries so hard to deny it, but everything from the animalistic grunts the human-filth makes to the way that Dib refuses to look at him stands out sorely. Everything occurs in a sickening rhythm that Zim can't help but participate in; and, unbelievably, he finds that he's actually being drawn in deeper. It's the Pak-he feels better with something to blame-that makes his body quiver with a damning mix of pleasure and pain; it's that same device that makes Dib so... not disgusting right now. To add to the pattern of flesh against flesh Zim begins a silent mantra, reminding himself over and over again that Dib is his enemy-a slave at most-there is nothing to like about him. He's a cruel, horrible little Earth-monster who gets in the way of the mission; but Dib is comforting to him: whether it's something concocted by his Pak or not, it won't change his hatred from reasserting itself when this is over. Dib is still the enemy. But... if this was really some kind of program of Zig's then why didn't it apply these squiggly feelings to Iso instead or as well? The thought doesn't even cross Zim's mind; in the midst of his attempts to bury his humiliation Dib has gained, not confidence, but the ability to pleasure Zim effectively while his mind is elsewhere. The frustration at this-that Dib can do something he can't-is enough to peak the Irken's rage; green lips and zipper teeth part for a screaming rant that turns, instead, into a pleased yelp. It's too much and all at once Zim's back curves further over the Pak, the device leaves the floor as the tortured little alien clutches tightly to the Dib-slave's back. His claws scrape more scars along the boy's flesh as the frantic invader jolts to completion; Zim shudders as the mad thrusts continue to rock him. Dib, with shock clear in his wide eyes, draws back quickly; his fingers leaving the alien's body. But it's already too late to stop the process: unlike a human Zim's orgasm is more of a display of twisting, twitching limbs than the mess Dib had expected; but, then, he really doesn't know anything about this subject. All he knows is that Zim is violently ripping long gashes into his back with each little twitch and shudder and Iso just won't quit; his unending movements seem to prolong the violent quiver of the alien below: and then, all at once, Zim's alien cock deposits a glob of goo against his green skin. Zim's shuddering dies all at once, he slumps back over his Pak with his eyes closed and his breathing deep and uneven; Dib crashes back towards him due to the weight around his neck, he's just too unprepared and exhausted to hold himself up. But, lightning quick, a Pak leg shoots out and shoves against him, pushing him roughly against Iso's chest and out of Zim's death grip; it hasn't hurt him, but Dib almost wishes it had: an arm from the adult moves to circle his chest. For a moment nothing more happens aside from the snap of his hips, but then Iso is trying to get his fingers beneath Dib's shirt; the young investigator fights hard to keep the fabric pulled down, but it's a fight he's bound to lose. Iso's hand makes it past Dib's barrier; his fingers run along smooth, pale skin until they reach a hidden nub of flesh. He's quick to pinch and roll the hardened skin despite the juvenile insults Dib throws his way in response; he can't wait to fill the beef kid full of cock, to hear his screaming and begging and to feel the satisfaction with his eventual surrender. He's so caught up in it he almost completely forgets that he's reaming the little alien beneath the child's splayed legs; he's reminded, however, when he catches sight of a silver tendril sneaking out from the thing on Zim's back. Iso pauses in his molestation of Dib as the metal suctions up the glob of alien semen, his interest is immediately lost until he sees it snaking around between Zim's legs. The older male swallows thickly, thinking of tentacle porn and the many ways that little bit of metal can violate Zim or the boy straddling him; instead Iso feels cold metal wrap around his cock providing a violent sensation of sharp pain and peaking pleasure coiling in his balls. And then, to add to the dizzying sensations, Iso feels the metal helping him force his way back inside: bigger and more aroused than ever; Zim screams and twists under the new stretch that his own device-thing is putting him through. The thrusts increase in speed once more with the Pak's extremity squeezing and spasming: helping the enemy with every little move.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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