FERVENT {ZaDr} [DISCONT. READ DESC]

-CHAPTER FOUR-

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Zim bared his sharp, jagged teeth and clenched them tightly, allowing the back of his head to lean up against the wall of his room.

Hot, heavy pants caused his chest to frequently rise and fall as he worked with two of his clawed fingers, tracing and circling the inner rim of his entrance with his pads.

He dared himself to take it a tad further, slowly pushing them inside of him to his knuckle. He arched his back in response, letting out a soft, breathy whine, having to lift his leg higher in order to remain comfortable.

His own self-lubricant was warm against both his inner thighs and delicately running down his wrist in single droplets. They entered the cuffed sleeves of his uniform and left small blotches of discoloration, but that seemed to be the last of his concerns.

His heats were growing hotter and stiffer by the minute, so much so that the alien had frequently been contemplating to just shove whatever he could find up inside of him. But no. It didn't work that way.

Thousands of years of Irken evolution made sure that courtship was always and only successful by another living being. Zim wasn't too sure to hate or be thankful about that, either.

Letting out a raspy huff of frustration, the invader had no choice but to pull his fingers out from himself, sitting up straight on his bed with his PAK touching the wall's surface.

The digits left his tight body with a soft pop, creating a miniature splash that erupted from his entrance, a thin string of light purple slick connecting his fingers to himself.

His narrowed, magenta eyes scanned the room around him as he lapped his own fluids off of his hand and wrist.

Irken secretions were sweet and sugary, just like their diet.

His gaze eventually landed onto one of the pillows he had sitting at the edge of his bed. Interested, predatory eyes stared the inanimate object down for only mere seconds before it was suddenly snatched up between Irken teeth and pinned to the surface of the bed underneath himself.

He held it firmly in place with his unmoving jaws as he mounted it, whimpering desperately against the soft fabric cushion with tightly shut eyes.

The alien rocked his hips against the pillow. His movements were slow and sincere, experimenting with what his body needed most. He trembled in bliss and pure need and want with every split second his core met with some sort of friction, sending a warm current throughout his insides.

He could only latch onto the pillow ensnared between his teeth with an iron grip as the rhythmic swerves of his hips gradually morphed into shallow thrusts, tilting his head back as far as he could without letting go of the soft fabric.

The slim, fitted black leggings he bore were at his knees--not only presenting his rump to the room, but just peeking through by a few inches was the sleek, shiny head of what appeared to be a tentacle, shyly squirming its underside against the pillow and staining it with a moderately glittering, semi-transparent purple sap.

It protruded out from a womanlike slit that Zim possessed between his smooth legs, and even had it's own self-lubrication process as would a female human. With the exception of his jelly-like member, that was.