You awake to the suit already halfway onto your body, peeling itself over your cock, which is already getting hard again.
Does this thing have a mind of its own? you can't help but wonder through the waking action, it doesn't seem to require much input from me at all to control...
Indeed, the symbiote seems to have a mind of its own, and given that you have no way to speak to it directly, you're left wondering if it has some kind of feelings towards you. Granted, how sensually tight the black goop felt as it rose to fully engulf your face, the conclusion didn't seem far off.
You run your fingers across your coated chest, the cool rubber almost warm to your touch, as if it had its own internal temperature. You can feel the ridges and shapes of the muscles in your chest as you move your fingers across them, the white spider symbol your torso as pleasing as it was arousing with how the legs seemingly wrapped around your sides to form an identical symbol across your back.
It sure doesn't seem to like letting go, you think to yourself with a smirk, the black latex tightening with a squeak as you pinched your nipple absent-mindedly.
Though, out of slight curiosity you trace a path back up your neck, fingers massaging the portion of your neck where the collar of the alien costume would've connected to the mask, before moving your hand to the black material covering your face.
You feel the material as it draws over the contours of your face, before your fingers trail down your chin and back onto your neck. You flex your fingers and wiggle your wrists, as if to test if you could pull off the mask yourself, but find that the collar is firmly connected around your throat, if it even existed. It seems that the mask is a tight fit, and you wonder if the thin material between your face and the inside of the mask could easily be punctured by sharp fingernails or a sharp object. Maybe a pair of scissors? Definitely would warrant an experiment or two later...
You trace your fingers down your stomach, stopping just before the latex tightens around your legs. You feel the ridges and grooves of your muscle as you flex and contract your thighs, innocently guiding one hand along to grope at the latex adhering to your ass, giving an ample squeeze.
Overcome with need, and as though fueled by your bout of horniness, the black latex tightens around your crotch; the swelling of your balls and the thick shape of your dick twitching in response to the touch of the symbiote.
You curl your fingers around the coated shaft, gently caressing the underside of your dick as you watch the streams of precum bead up and down its length through the rubber. Your dick twitches in your hand as you feel your grip tightening with a multitude of lewd, squelching squeaks, the ooze clinging to your body growing tighter, the white eyes of the mask narrowing in the midst of your haze.
Your fingers run up and down your throbbing cock, gently squeezing and stroking as both you and the symbiote relish in the feelings of pleasure. Precum begins to leak out from the tip as you continue to enjoy the sensation, the fluid absorbed by the black slime as soon as it appears.
The symbiote coating your body continues to react to your touch, sending little shivers of pleasure up your spine as the sensations flood through you. You can feel the bond strengthening with each passing second, and you couldn't help but to enjoy the feeling. It was like an addict enjoying a hit of drugs, or a child enjoying a sweet.
At this point, you weren't enjoying it for the sake of it, you genuinely wanted to keep feeling the sensations the symbiote was sending throughout your body, the surge of endorphins incomparable to anything you've ever felt.
The mask tightens around your face, your breathing growing raspy while your heart rate increases.
Your dick throbs in your hand as you feel every muscle in your body tensing up, your toes curling and your muscles flexing as your digits lose all sensation. Your vision begins to narrow and darken as you feel the impending onrush of release, the thick squelching overpowering your breaths and inducing you into some trance-like state.
Your toes clench tightly as you climax, thick ropes of cum arcing high into the air past the latex at your crotch; waves of pleasure intensified as black tendrils proceeded to explode from your suit to hungrily latch on to the white fluid before just as easily snapping back.
Moaning your head slumps back into your pillow, the teasing of the symbiote feeling like a massage aa it hugged every inch of your exhausted body. Even so, you found yourself almost subconsciously flexing your bicep, smiling beneath the mask as you feel the tight rubber of your suit squelch and squeak in response.
The mask tightens around your face as your body temperature increases, and you feel your skin begin to buzz with energy.
The tight, restrictive suit begins to feel like a second skin as your body temperature continues to rise. Although you're experiencing sensations that you never thought possible, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you, enough to grant you some lucidity from the trance-like state induced by your previous arousal.