Chapter 1

“Hi-yeee~!” Claire greeted, an enthusiastic smile all over her pretty face which glowed in the video filters while a verdant green planet spun lazily in the viewport behind her. She raised one hand, extending two fingers in greeting brightly continued to present her video like the words were coming to her naturally. “It’s ‘ya girl, Claire Valentine. And I’m going to convince you to visit Roanoke in sixty seconds.

“Firstly has to be the views. Jungles and mountains as far as the eye can see under a rainbow sky; it’s like something out of a fairytale, or generated by AI. But trust me, it’s real. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, and even better, I’ve felt it with my own… skin. But more on that later.” She winked, and her white fox-tail swished playfully behind her.

Behind the camera, her assistant, sighed. He’d seen her do that wink over a dozen times in the past hour of rehearsing shorts, and it wasn’t getting any less cringey.

Claire went on. “The planet has two dozen holiday compounds at the moment, each with its own theme and features. But every one is as luxurious as the last, where the helpful staff will see to your every need and desire.” She wagged her eyebrows and in the same breath added, “My personal favourite is the lagoon compound, set in this beautiful cove full to the brim with colourful coral and fishes. I was just able to kick back and relax in the sand. And in the evening ii was treated to a wonderful gourmet meal. Speaking off, do you like my new dress?”

Claire stood revealing the top half of a plunging red dress, its surface sequins shimmering in the deck lights.

“But that’s all for now,” she said, closing off the short video. “Until next time, stay pretty!” She winked and flashed the camera with that two fingered wave of hers, and the red recording light went out.

It took the AI editor a total of four seconds to intersplice the predetermined clips of her brief stay down on Roanoke’s surface, and another two to uploaded it to the galactic net. And in that time Claire relaxed in her chair, bringing up her phone to check messages one moment, then preen over the white bangs framing her feminine face as she caught her reflection in the glass screen.

A pair of triangular ears with the same colour fur jutted out the top of the twenty-six year old fox-girl’s head, and the front of her haircut was kept in a short bob while the back was drawn into a ponytail down to her shoulder blades. Her azure eyes, bright and sparkling for the recording, drooped tiredly as her red lips formed an expressionless line across her pale face.

“That was excellent work, Claire,” the assistant behind the camera began to say, but he kept his voice low and remained out of clawing range, knowing what was coming next.

Claire scowled at the screen of her phone. “Only a million views? What the fuck is wrong with those simps? I use to do triple these numbers!”

“I mean… it’s only been like a minute…” the assistant began and instantly regretted opening his mouth.”

“Not good enough!” Claire almost screamed, leaping to her feet with a click of the matching red heels she wore with her new dress. Then with a harrumph she fussed over the edge of her plunging collar, unabashedly revealing a bare breast underneath as she did. “I’ll have to do another nip slip. That will get the attention of the losers following me again.”

The assistant pretended to be elbow deep in their recording equipment, nodding blindly in agreement. “Sure. Yeah. That sounds like a great idea.”

“Don’t be a suck up,” Claire spat, waving dismissively as she traipsed out of the room.

Her heels clicked against the polished marble deck, echoing off the high ceilings of her yacht. The sound almost totally muted the gentle hum of the engines reverberating through the nacelles and the occasional ‘boop-beep’ of the internal systems. Her bushy white tail swished in her wake as her long, smooth legs carried her out of the room and into the hallway outside. She turned and was about to cross towards her cabin when a figure moved in the corner of her eyes.

“You know, Weatherby is just trying to be encouraging, right?”

Claire swivelled, her demeanour changing like a button was pressed. A practiced smile lit up her heart-shaped face and she set her hands on her hips, cocking one leg out the slit running up the skirt as if to show off as much flesh as possible. Which was easy considering the revealing nature of the garment.

“Warren,” she said, the bratty inflection in her voice having magically disappeared. “Nice to see you. You finished for the evening?”

The figure who had been waiting for her in the hall pushed off the wall he’d been leaning on. He was clad in the ship’s security uniform, plain charcoal fatigues with gloves and a matte black set of body armour. A blaster was holstered on his belt along with ammunition, a feature all her security guys wore everywhere they escorted Claire, especially after that attempted kidnapping business last year. People on the galactic net could be such psychos; you blow a few kisses and offer an online date in exchange of donations, then next thing Claire knew, a fedora wearing neckbeard with a rifle is standing outside her modest twenty bedroom house.

“Chaz,” The man said.

“Pardon?”

“My name is Chaz. Not Warren. That was your previous head of security.”

“Right. Of course, that’s what I said. You’re doing a much better job than Warren ever did.” Biting her bottom lip, Claire stepped up close to ‘Chaz’ and slid her polished nails slide down the front of his body armour. Her bottom lip disappeared between white teeth as she peered seductively up at him. She didn’t care so much about what he was called, more so that he was ruggedly handsome with a firm, athletic physique. A bit like her own, which she kept up with long runs on the treadmill, but she more so kept herself slender and sleek, compared to Chaz who built a physique designed to get him places quickly and fight people to the death.

“So, are you done for the evening? Because I am, and I’m going to be bored without company,” she suggested.

“I would have had the evening off, “Chaz said, casually brushing her hand from his gear, “but you insisted on moving into a high orbit over Roanoke.”

“Of course. I needed a full shot of the planet for my promotion. And I think you’ll agree, the view from my cabin is especially impressive.”

“Right. But in doing so placed us out of the defence net’s range. And piracy is a thing in this system. The captain has pinged multiple hostile skiffs in the region and he’s pretty nervous about getting us back in a tight orbit where the defence net can cover us.”

Claire pouted, her eyes flashing with a hint of impatience. “Fine. Put us back in a close orbit, if that will make you loosen up a little.”

Chaz immediately pushed past Claire and punched a wall panel for the intercom. “Captain! Do it. Do it now.”

“Affirmative. Helm, turn and burn. Get us back to the defence net now…” there was more coming back from the yacht’s bridge, but it was cut short as the captain cut the call.

“Now, with that boring bit of business seen to. Why don’t you relax a little?” Claire suggested, sauntering up behind the man and touching his arm. “I could help you out if you like.”

Chaz laughed in the most over the top, sarcastic way possible and moved away from her. “I’ll relax when we get back to port.” And he walked away without looking back.

Claire glared, stamping her foot like a child throwing a tantrum, but the security officer didn’t care.

“Fucking prick,” she muttered. “Who does he think he is?”

She flounced back to her cabin, the echo of her heels bouncing off the walls. Inside, her room was a shrine to her vanity, filled with mirrors and velvet cushions and plush furniture. A large bed dominated the space, draped in an erotic shade of red silk sheets. Her reflection greeted her from every angle, pouting and indignant, just how she recognised it. And also alone, which was becoming something of a bad habit as of late as company seemed to be harder and harder to find these days.

Was she getting old? Claire frowned at her nearest reflection and looked herself over, then glanced over her shoulder to check out the sleek curvature of a delectable ass. No, she was still sexy as ever. So, what the hell was the problem? Were all men getting collectively stupider? That would certainly explain how come she wasn’t doing the same social media numbers like before. After all, she was perfect as she was, and her recent dry period was through no fault of her own.

She flung herself onto the bed, landing with a huff.

“Fine,” she said to herself, her eyes scanning the room. “I’ll just have to find another way to unwind.”

She rolled over onto her back, her hands sliding down her body, tracing the curve of her hip before resting on the smooth skin of her thigh. She spread her legs slightly, giving herself a better view. Her azure eyes darkened as her mind wandered, and she began to touch herself, her fingers dancing over her skin, teasing herself.

The sound of the yacht’s engines shifting filled the room, the hum changing in pitch as the ship began to turn. Claire paid it no mind, her breath hitching as she pleasured herself.

She let her fingers trail lower, stroking the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Her other hand reached up to cup her breast, squeezing it firmly. She pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress, a gasp escaping her lips as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.

She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body responding to her touch. She slipped her hand under the hem of her dress, her fingers brushing against the dampness of her panties. She let out a low moan, her hips lifting off the bed as she began to rub herself through the thin fabric.

Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, pressing harder and harder against her clit. She could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she worked more firmly, prodding her finger deeper into the soft crease outlined in her panties, closer and closer to her winking opening…

But just as she was starting to get into it, the yacht lurched, the sudden movement sending Claire tumbling off the bed. She landed on the floor with a thud, her dress riding up to reveal her ass.

“What the hell was that?” she cried in a mix of frustration and panic.

Before she could get up, the intercom crackled to life, Chaz’s voice booming through the room.

“Brace yourselves! We’ve been hit!”

The yacht shuddered again, the force of the impact sending Claire sliding across the floor. She cursed, trying to get her bearings as the ship groaned around her.

“What the fuck is happening to my ship?” she screamed, crawling to the door which slid open then braced herself to her feet.

“Boarders on the lower decks. All hands barricade.”

Claire’s heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled into the hall, completely contrary to Chaz’s instructions. All she could think was, ‘get to safety,’ but as she moved, she saw several security operators trading fire with figures out of sight. One was nailed by a flutter of lasers and slammed into the deck, his chest plate bloody and smoking.

Among them was the familiar figure of Chaz. He fired a blaster down an adjacent corridor then knelt by his dead buddy, checking where lasers had stitched the man through his torso like the armour wasn’t even there. Only then did he seem to notice the fox-girl standing awkwardly nearby, clutching the wall as several more impacts bucked the deck.

“Claire, what the fuck are you doing out here?” he roared, grabbing her arm. “Get back to your cabin and stay there!”

Even as he said it, there was another cry nearby. “They’re pushing! Suppressing!”

Chaz glanced over his shoulder and saw another one of the contractors go down as the others redoubled their effort. They wouldn’t hold the pirates for long, so he cursed again.

“Forget it. Get to the escape pod.” Chaz barked, half turning and shoving Claire ahead of him, his eyes scanning the hallway for more threats.

Claire stumbled, her heels clicking against the deck, but she quickly regained her balance. “What the hell is happening out here? My yacht is being destroyed!” she exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch.

Chaz gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on Claire’s arm as he hurried her down the corridor. “That’s not my fault, princess. Now move it!”

The yacht shook again, and the lights flickered as they made their way towards the bridge. Claire’s breath came in short gasps, her eyes wide with fear. “I-I thought you were the best,” she stammered. “What the hell do I pay you for?”

“For this,” Chaz commented as he pushed her into the seat of an escape pod and hit the launch sequence.

A harness folded across her chest and pinned her in place as the door hissed into position. Then with a thump and acceleration sucking Claire’s gut up into her throat, the small window showing Chaz’s face slipped out of view. Then the yacht she’d spent a rather large fortune on expanded before her, fires blooming from the hull as she darted away.

It shrank as quickly as it appeared above her, turning into another twinkling star across the canvas of space as her pod carried her quickly down to untamed wilds of Roanoke, spinning innocently below.

Chapter 2

The smouldering hole in the canopy and the smoking escape pod laying open like a festering, steaming wound told a clear story of the hard landing. Some of the burning twigs that lay around the crashed pod had gone out on their own accord by the time Claire stumbled just fifty metres into the jungle.

Though to be fair it was slow going. Her red stiletto heels were not made for traversing the rough, soft earth of the forest floor, and every brightly coloured alien fern she brushed against seemed to catch her dress and tug back at her, making her stagger and trip every few paces. It wasn’t long before she fell to her knees in a mixture of exhaustion and surrender.

“Fuck!” she screamed in frustration, utterly turned around to the point she couldn’t even see where the escape pod had landed anymore.

The jungle seemed to loom in tight, surrounding her in a verdant womb of enormous green and purple leaves. And the utter noise of chirping insects and incessant exotic birds formed an incomprehensible raucous that was starting to make her ears ring painfully.

That wasn’t even getting started on the incessant cawing between her thighs. Her pussy still leaked a small damp patch into her panties, screaming for attention considering her session back on the yacht had been dragged to a quick and unsatisfying end by the pirates.

Lost, alone, and – most frustratingly – horny on an alien world; how could her situation possibly get worse?

As if answering that very question, a sudden rustling and snapping sound echoed through the jungle, cascading over all the other noises and causing Claire’s furry fox ears to flutter as if trembling with fear at impending danger. Her tail raised high in alarm and heart leapt into her throat.

Something was coming. And it was fast.

She stumbled to her feet, clumsily turning to run from the apparent predator. But as she did something whacked her across the chest, just above her breasts and across her shoulders and collar. It missed her throat, but the impact still made her cough and choke with surprise on her own saliva as the world whirled around her. She’d been mercilessly clotheslined by some sort of vine and it swatted her flat onto her back like she weighed no more than a child.

The sound had stopped as she lay there, dazed, peering up at the swaying jungle canopy. Tiny little patches of sky were visible through the rays of almost ethereal light filtering down into the woods. She groaned, less out of pain considering it didn’t hurt, but more so to take comfort in the sound of her own voice.

“I hate being outside,” she complained, then reached up to rub her head.

As she tried however, she realised something was wrong. Her hand didn’t reach her head. She barely lifted it in fact and she felt something tighten slowly around her wrist, binding her in place.

Blinking, Claire pulled at her other arm. Again, a tightness bound her wrist and held her in place, a sensation quickly matched by her legs as something had a hold of her ankles. Panic rose in her chest again as she looked down at herself to see a knot of vines laid out across the jungle floor around her, cushioning her prone body like a bed.

The vines were a light pink colour, shiny as if they were wet or fleshy, and they seemed to pulse with a form of life that was unusual to flora. Some of the vines were decorated by small green ivy-like leaves or dotted with erotic red flowers that had petals formed into a womanly looking orifice. And at the same time several of the vines seemed to lay beside her, ending in suspiciously blunt looking tips like the business end of a simple dildo Claire kept under her bed at home.

“What the fuck?” Claire stammered, her voice trembling as her mind screamed in denial. “What is this shit!?”

The vines binding her ankles tightened to straighten out her legs, while more vines started snaking up across her calves and thighs like wriggling little wet worms, carrying the ends of her dress up over her hips as they worked. With the offending cloth out of the way for unseen eyes to ogle, another pair of tentacle vines bound her knees, forcing her legs to bend and open as another with a blunt tip smooched roughly against the front of her panties.

Claire’s expression twitched and she involuntarily rolled her eyes feeling the wriggling tentacle push up and down her slit, massaging her tender flesh like her fingers had through the soft fabric of her panties.

“Ohhnnfff~! S-Stop th-that you f-fucking perv,” she whimpered with absolutely no conviction. The sensation was too much, and she found her body betraying her, her hips lifting in time with the deep, rough presses of the fat pink tentacle against her pussy. Already she could feel the wetness spreading through her underwear, soaking the fabric and making it cling to her skin as she grew more and more aroused.

The plant, unheeding of her diminutive complaint seemed to pick up on her wetness, the motions of her body and the soft whimpers escaping her red lips. More vines snaked out, crawling up her arms to slip under her dress, pushing aside the plunging collar and revealing her bare, erect nipples underneath while several of the tendrils rolled and massaged across the soft mounds of her breasts. A thick vine coiled around her right breast, squishing it firmly while a smaller, more slender tentacle coiled about her pink nipple at the same time, pinching it and tugging sharply before allowing the marbled nub to snap back like an elastic band.

The sharp pain only served the fuel the tingle of stimulation rocketing through her sleek body, and Claire rolled her eyes, failing to muffle the whine of delight through pursed lips.

The tentacles worked together like a well-oiled machine, slipping up the leg hole of her panties and grazing her needy pussy in a way that made her buck against the electric touch. But as if ignoring her for its singular purpose, the vine coiled about the waistband and pulled the garment down her long legs. Her binds alternated as the panties moved down to her ankles, then slipped of her feet, catching the heel of one of her stilettos and slipping the shoe off her right foot. The left remained firmly in place as the tentacles lifted one leg straight up into the air, exposing her wet pussy and leaving her entirely vulnerable to the thing’s touch.

And touch it did.

No sooner were her panties off and laying along with the single shoe in the dirt below her somewhere, the tentacles returned to her thighs, slipping across her sleek flesh, undulating back and forth as they pleasured themselves across her smooth body. She felt a small tentacle slip over the sole of her bare foot and between her toes, while others forced their way into her hands and between her fingers. More slid between her breasts, making frantic love to the snug valley of her cleavage some four at a time. Others played across her nipples and another seemed content roll about in her belly button.

The only part of her body that seemed to go unloved lay between her legs, and even that didn’t last for very long.

Looking down over the lewd buffet of tentacles pleasuring themselves across her, she saw something slither out of the foliage between where her legs were yanked up into the air. This tentacle was thicker than the others, ending in several inches of smooth, upward curving phallus that ended in a somewhat tapered crown, the gaping urethra forming a large enough hole she could have stuck her thumb in it. The thing oozed slippery clear liquid as it loomed over her wet slit with palpable hunger.

Claire let out a whining moan. But despite every ounce of her mind wanting to scream at the thing to leave her alone, her lips moved to betray her true desires.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I need it. I’m so wet.”

The drooling tentacle looked so slippery, coupled with a length and girth that was everything she always looked for in a man. It wasn’t the biggest cock she’d ever had of course, but it was more than adequate for the sheer need burning in her core.

She could feel the heat radiating off it, the clear ooze emanating a musky scent that made her heart flutter.

As it pressed against her pussy lips, Claire felt a surge of anticipation, her body aching for release. Then, with a suddenness that stole her breath, the thick tentacle plunged into her, driving deep into her pussy in one forceful thrust. Claire’s back arched, her spine lifting off the vine bed as she screamed, a mix of pleasure and surprise exploding from her lips. The thing filled her completely, stretching her walls and nudging her cervix with a rough, insistent pressure that left her gasping and squirming.

“Oh, fuck! What the fuck!?” she exclaimed, her mind racing to catch up with the sensation. The tentacle pulsed inside her, throbbing with life as it began to move, sliding in and out of her with a swift, merciless pace that left her breathless. “Gently, you fucking asshole! Ohh~! Oh, fuck! Haah! Ah-ah-ah-ahhh~!”

She immediately gave way into repetitive moans and gasps as the thick cock-like tentacle immediately began thrusting, drawing back until just the tapered crown lay oozing in her canal, drooling a wet liquid warmth into her continuously, then slammed deep inside her again with a force that formed a small bulge in Claire’s flat belly. Her teeth clenched and her eyes bugged as again and again, the thing railed her pussy with careless but oh-so-enthusiastic strokes that made her cunt explode with pleasure.

Claire tugged at her binds, arching her back and squirming in the tentacle plant’s grip as it slammed her with a rapid-fire ‘slick-slick-slick-slick!’ It was the kind of pace guys only took up when chasing their own orgasm, and Claire had no delusions about how this thing felt about her pleasure in this exchange of body fluids.

All the same, her pussy fluttered with delight as the tentacle brought her to a quick and satisfying orgasm. The pent-up tension she’d been holding in her belly washed away like she was relieving herself. A spray of feminine juices sprinkled into the air and doused the shaft of the cock-vine as it coiled and convulsed, still mercilessly slamming her innermost depths with a machine gun rhythm. And entirely on her own accord, Claire’s expression twisted into an exaggerated aspect of dumbfounded ecstasy. The expression she usually teased her transfixed audience with, Claire’s wide eyes rolled and her mouth fell open, tongue hanging out and dribbling drool up over her cheek as she lost herself in the delight of along, warm orgasm rushing through her body.

“?Cumming?!” she cried for nobody’s benefit, not even for her own. She’d utterly lost control herself and just gave over to whatever her body wanted to do in its pleasure-drunk state, from twitching and bucking her hips against the phallic tentacle’s thrusts to sending vibrating little shivers down her long sleek legs.

Then, just as she was getting totally lost in the feelings, the tentacle changed its angle ever so slightly, the mushroom tip rubbing against a spot inside her that made every muscle in her body clench and release.

“Oh fuuuuck!” Claire suddenly whined, her eyes flying open with surprise as that spot was hit just right. She didn’t even know it was there, but suddenly she couldn’t get enough of it. The tentacle’s tip rubbed her there with every thrust, sending little electric shocks of pleasure zinging through her. It was like her body had been dry and deserted, and this was a sudden thunderstorm, bringing life and sensation back to every nerve ending with a torrential downpour of veritable delight. “Oh God, right there! Oh fuck, yes! Oh, fuck me, yes!”

The tentacle seemed to get the message, adjusting its angle even more to really grind against her newfound sweet spot. Though the sensation was short lived as the head re-angled to mash her cervix once more. It still made her quiver with delight, but for an entirely different reason that left her hungry for that special spot again.

“Wait… no, go back! I liked it that way,” she was trying to explain through her screeches when she felt something change. The tentacle’s strokes slowed and shortened, mashing and humping the gaping urethra against her innermost depths in a way that drew a long, “Oooooohhhhh, fffffuuuuuuuhhhhhkk~!” of realisation from Claire’s lips.

She peered down drunkenly to see it happening. A fat bulge like a golf ball oozing its way through a garden hose slid through the tentacle, sliding along the winds and bends it until it pressed against her outer lips like a swelling knot.

Claire whined. “Not inside. Don’t cum inside me you fucking-…”

Too late. The ball, or egg rather, firmly pressed against her, then oozing through the upper shaft of the phallus it pressed inside Claire’s pussy, stretching her walls to the point she felt a sharp stab of pain. She screamed and bucked, but stiffened at the same time with a new wonderful sensation as the squishy invader slowly eased deeper and deeper into her, before finally oozed its way on a wave of slippery warm fluids into the back of her pussy. It pressed like a hot coal against her cervix, and the limp, weakened ovipositor slipped out of her like a spent cock, leaving the egg in place.

Its heat, the way it held her pussy open, winking uncontrollably to reveal the tender pink flesh inside her tripped Claire over into one more orgasm. This one not nearly as messy, but still a roiling shiver of delight knifing down her spine and making her toes curl.

In that same instance, she felt the slimy warmth of every single other tentacle orgasming across her body, and the sensation dragged her out of her drunken stupor with a bug-eyed expression of realisation. But like her complaints about the ovipositor putting its single fat seed inside her, the way she tugged feebly at her restraints was too little too late.

“Wait-… ew! Ew-ew-ew-ew-ew!”

Warmth exploded across the sole of her bare foot and toes, similarly squelching between her fingers where the tips of tentacles coiled and thrusted. More filled the snug space between her breasts that were being forcibly squished together, bubbling out of her cleavage and spurting up across her throat. Another plastered across her cheek as she turned her face away in disgust and felt a small puddle of more creamy ejaculate gather in her belly button. In a staccato of eruptions, the tentacles using her sleek body to please themselves all finished at once, deposited their strings of thick, slimy seed across her, then shivered and withered away.

Before long, her wrists and ankles were free, but her lower body was so utterly numb from the railing that it took her several more minutes before she could sit up. And when she did, she was positively dripping from her head down to her toes in alien tentacle plant cum.

It was white and thick like that of a human man, but it smelled like damp forest and was sticky as icing. It seeped into her dress, making the garment feel heavy and clingy, and to her dismay she looked down to see he tentacle that had made love to her toes had also erupted all over her panties and her discarded shoe.

Her belly was slightly distended as well with the foreign invader happily nesting in the warmth of her canal. Just below her belly was a small bulge, like her bladder had swollen like a balloon. She touched the bulge, then very gently pressed, clenching her kegel muscles at the same time.

Sliding across the copious amount of slimy lubricant the ovipositor had leaked into her, she felt the squishy egg inside her give way, and inch by inch it worked its way down her canal again.

Claire shivered with pleasure, feeling the slick egg wiggling and sliding out of her, when it got caught just inside her opening and pulsed against her G-spot. She arched her back, crying out and almost losing the will to push anymore when she gave one final heave, clenched and felt the pressure of the egg stretching her canal release. Her gaping walls very slowly collapsed in on themselves as the egg plopped wetly to the jungle floor between her legs.

She let out a relieved, shaky sigh, then retrieved her things. Her foot squelched on its way back into the shoe, and she gagged, very nearly retched, as she slid the panties back up over her legs and felt the warm, slimy cum soaking the garment press against her blushing, fresh-fucked cunny.

The sensation of being utterly soaked, bedraggled and walking around with cum squelching between her toes and fingers was not ideal, but then she didn’t have anything else with her. And after the rough encounter with the tentacles she didn’t want to tempt any of the other rapacious jungle beasties by wandering around without panties.

Not that the multiple orgasms were unwelcome, her pussy burned with overstimulation and if she denied that hole to the next tentacle monster that swatted her off her feet, she didn’t like the odds of her other more unaccustomed holes getting used up.

Chapter 3

The jungle stretched on for an insufferably long time. The hours she spent walking, stopping and starting at every rustle or strange animal sound that came too close, felt more like days of struggling through clawing undergrowth as the cum clung heavily to her body and squelched in her right shoe.

Her dress was a clammy, cold mess of a once-red garment now covered in white tentacle slime. The sleet-like mess clung in her hair and matted the fur on her formerly bushy tail, now looking quite wiry and bedraggled much like her dress.

She was about to collapse with fatigue again when she noticed the treeline, a break in the thick walls of green that so claustrophobically closed in on all sides around her.

“Oooohhh, thank fuck,” she moaned, and limped towards the small gap.

She stepped into the clearing, and her heart hammering in her chest spurred her forward. She could see a source of fresh water, a crystal-clear spring bubbling up from the ground near the centre of the small field that cascaded down a cluster of rocks and into a little stream that widened as it wound off into a gap snaking through the nearby trees.

Claire wasted no time in staggering towards the spring water and stuck her hands into its coolness. She shivered with delight and splashed the water on her face, then over her neck, feeling the sweltering heat of the jungle taper away and some of the sticky mess clinging to her skin rinse off. She then slipped off her shoe and dunked in her foot, watching thick creamy strands of plant cum carried off by the current as she wriggled her toes.

She cleaned out her shoe as well, then in a spring of inspiration she quickly scrambled to her feet and slipped off her panties with a wriggle of her hips, determined to wring them out in the stream.

However, just as they were down around her slim ankles she heard a rustle in the nearby undergrowth. It was right behind her, and as she stood there, practically doubled over with her dress parted enough to reveal her bare ass, she looked over her shoulder at the bushes.

Her eyes widened.

“Oh, ffffffuck,” she breathed, staring at the creature in the bushes.

It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. A powerful muscular head like that of a tiger, but with a head like a dog, its broad maw full of sharp teeth. Dark jagged lines were painted through its sleek purple fur, giving it a similar colouration to the colouful flora and leaves in the undergrowth among which it stalked. One broad, claw-tipped paw in front of the other, it moved quietly forward, revealing more of its quadruped body as it emerged.

Most prominent, from her low angle staring over at the creature, Claire could see it was clearly a he; by the light purple cock that was already dangling out of its furry sheath, the sleek surface decorated with ridges down the sides, and various nubs up the spine and underside. The tip tapered sharply inward at the crown, and it was easily as long as her thigh even though it wasn’t all that thick.

Claire’s mouth fell open, and her groin quivered with a mixture of fear and arousal.

The creature slithered out of the bushes, his tail coiling behind like a hungry, eager whip. His eyes locked onto Claire with singular focus. One was pure black as it peered at her, and the other was crossed by a grisly scar gouged through the fur and flesh, an old injury having turned ‘Scar’s right eye entirely milky white.

Claire slowly straightened, still peering at the creature over her shoulder when he was joined by two other figures slinking out of the undergrowth.

They were silent, apart from one letting out small growling sounds like a manic tick. ‘Growler’s whole body would convulse, like he was ready to heave and belch violently, but all that came out was a little growl, like the snicker of a hyena.

‘Patch’ didn’t make a sound, but breathed heavily, eyes wide with crazed excitement as he moved and panted so violently that the remaining down in his patchy, mange ridden fur shed like a constant rain trickling off his body.

“Oh, fuck!” Claire cursed again and she moved to run. She didn’t much like the idea of being eaten by an alien tiger-wolf monster, but it was the things that throbbed between their hind legs that told a vivid story of what would happen to her before she was eaten.

As she stepped off though, attempting to dart into the woods and break line of sight, Claire’s panties still hung around her ankles like a bolo incapacitating her. Her long legs staggered, and she keeled over, landing on her knees and face down in the dirt, her ass stuck clumsily up into the air.

The weight on her back immediately drove the wind out of her, and gasping she turned to look up as Growler mounted her unceremoniously, hind paws firmly planted by her knees and front legs wrapped around her slender waist.

“Get off!! she screamed, struggling, but a crack of jaws snapped shut beside her face, forcing her fox-ears to pin against her head reflexively as she flinched.

Scar snapped his jaws a few more times close to her face, snarling in warning and Claire understood.

‘Don’t struggle.’

She gulped as she felt something hot prod her bare thigh and quivered. Looking down between her legs she saw it there. Growler’s cock was as big as Scar’s, decorated with all the same ridges and bulges that promised to scratch all of Claire’s itches in the best way possible. She clenched and felt a warm trail of wetness run down her thigh, and she was almost inclined to reach down and help the interesting erection into her pussy.

Except Growler didn’t need help. The member throbbed a moment, then clenched and raised, lining up to her slit like it was guided by some unknowable, horny intelligence. His hips thrust enthusiastically forward and she felt the tapered crown crash into her outer lips, Claire’s free flowing wetness allowing him to slip between and find her entrance with ease.

She felt her walls part almost violently as the first two inches slammed into her, several nubs and ridges rippling against her velvety flesh.

“Haaaaahhh~!” Claire cried with a pleasured quiver, spittle flying from her lips in the surprising suddenness. Delight exploded like a backdraft in her belly and she couldn’t help but clench and release, a small squirt of orgasmic delight coating Growler’s tip.

His little growls revved like an engine in response as he pulled back until just the head bowed down against the roof of her canal and rubbed her special spot there.

“F-Fuuuhhkk! Wait, s-slow down!” she whimpered, but Growler already enthusiastically slammed himself deeper, driving into her body and rutting her like a bitch in heat.

Soon enough though, Claire’s disposition turned into just that, her complaints about it being too much too fast turning into needy pants for more.

Her pussy squeezed around the thickening intruder with each fierce stroke, her juices flowing freely and coating their mating parts in a slick, hot mess. The loud, wet sounds of their fucking filled the small clearing, mingling with the harsh panting of Growler and Claire’s own moans of pleasure.

Growler’s hips moved in a rapid, brutal pace, his thick cock rutting her like a wild animal trying to get this vulnerable chore out of the way as quickly as possible. And while his pace was best described as ‘quick,’ there was nothing quick about the act itself. Even at a jackhammer’s pace that tossed Claire’s body back and forth, jiggling her ass and bouncing her tits with the impacts, Growler was pacing himself. A normal guy would have finished himself off at this speed already, but the beast just kept going unfazed, humping and thrusting happily into the fox-girl’s depths.

“Nnhhh~! Good boy. Keep going like that,” she started to moan before her eyes opened to see a shadow looming over her. She raised her eyebrows as the sight of another thick alien canid cock filled her vision, its tip beading with glistening excitement as it jutted towards her face. “Wait, hold on just a-… mmmmmph!”

Her complaints were immediately silenced by Patch’s cock as the panting beast thrust forward and slid his length straight into her mouth. The creature then immediately rested his head down on the small of her back, underneath where Growler worked with vigorous determination and wrapped his forepaws around her ribs for grip.

Claire could just about draw breath through her flaring nostrils before she choked on Patch’s deep thrusts, sliding his erection over her tongue and feeling the crown slip into the back of her throat. Claire had let guys fuck her face before, but never that deep. She was wholly unprepared and reflexively heaved. In that same instance, her retching was short lived and Patch drew back, long enough to let her gasp for breath through her nose. Then just as quickly he warmed his length in the depths of her mouth again, easing between her convulsing throat muscles.

The small gags made Claire’s body flutter, and every time she squeezed Growler’s cock, the creature thrust harder and deeper, his crown now teasing her cervix. A particular ridge at the base of his cock seemed to swell, sliding across her G-spot at the same time while his furry balls slapped and tickled her tingling clit all at once.

Claires eyes rolled as she dug her fingers into the soft earth and felt the first tingles of orgasm come to her.

‘Oh God, you’re making me cum!’ her pussy cried in the sloppy wet language it spoke, slobbering all over Growler while a river of saliva dribbled from both sets of lips. Thick strands dangled from Claire’s chin, several bowing to connect where Patch’s balls slapped her face with every thrust, her gag reflex having utterly given up under the assault. Her slender throat bulged with every invasion down her gullet, her throat turning to just another hole for the monster’s pleasure.

And the pleasure was mutual. The dual assault on her whore mouth and tight pussy was driving Claire’s body wild. Her orgasm built up like a tsunami, the tension in her belly growing to the point of being almost unbearable.

Suddenly, she came with a scream that was muffled by Patch’s cock hilting into her mouth and a protuberant bulge inflating against her puckered lips. Her body convulsed and her legs scissored together, thighs quivering uncontrollably as she bucked against Growler. Something fat and hard slapped her outer lips, like Growler’s cock had doubled in girth but only at the base between the sleek purple flesh and the furry sheath.

The tentacle monster had already drained her so thoroughly of the mysterious wellspring of femininity within that Claire didn’t have a squirt in her. But she exploded with pleasure all the same, back arching and flexing as an orgasm ripped through her slim body.

Both creatures followed suit. Patch first, he withdrew just enough to graze the tip of his cock across the roof of her mouth before it twitched the way Claire loved to feel between her fingers when a guy came. But this one twitched in her mouth, and she was only able to jerk her eyes open in alarm, sobering from the trembling stupor of pleasure just in time to feel a salty warmth explode like lava cake filling inside her mouth.

She wanted to heave and vomit, the load filling her mouth until her cheeks bulged out. It didn’t come in orgasmic spurts, but in a constant, streaming flow like a faucet had been turned on. She would have gagged and spat it out were she not suddenly distracted from her disgust by Growler’s orgasm.

The cock deep in her pussy bottomed out, squishing her cervix and grinding her G-spot with one of the ridges along the underside of the shaft. The knot warmed her clit, and the warmth of his orgasm poured into Claire’s body. It was so thick and warm, it reminded her of the first time she’d ever masturbated, positioning the slim massage head in her mother’s shower against her eighteen year old cunny and slipping it inside herself just enough to feel the warm water spray up inside her.

Growler just came and came, dulling Claire’s senses worse than she had been at her most intoxicated and she gulped down big mouthfuls of Patch’s seed. Much of it leaked down her chin in a thick slimy waterfall as the creature continued cumming into her mouth.

Growler’s cum leaked out of her as well, bursting from the imperfect seal her quivering lips formed against his knot and sending a cascade of puppy-making elixir flowing down Claire’s legs.

It felt like hours before Patch collapsed off her face, letting Claire gasp for breath with a ‘blegh!’ that let the rest of his seed cascade off her thoroughly glazed tongue. She burped out the sheer amount of air she’d choked down with Patch’s load, cummy froth blowing between her lips.

Growler’s flow of jizz finally seemed to subside in the same moment. His hips drew back with surprising gentleness, and the way Claire’s pussy clung and suckled on his length made each ridge and nub pop softly as it escaped her silky grasp.

Finally the head passed out and with a lewd hiss the rest of his essence fell from her body, Claire feeling her swollen belly deflate as the load blew from her pussy like it was an air-logged garden hose.

Patch was panting furiously as he dropped onto his side, limp cock laying on the forest floor just as exhausted as the beast attached to it. Growler remained more disciplined, still sniggering in his unusual way as he paced around where Claire still sat quivering on hands and knees.

She felt a cold wet nose brush her ass-cheek and looked back to see Scar sniffing at her. His cock still twitched with readiness, having enjoyed the show his underlings had put on with her. Claire couldn’t help but smile seductively at the creature promising her another romp. If he lasted even half as long as Growler had, she’d be a very happy woman.

“You want some too, big boy?” she cooed, wiggling her hips. “C’mon then, if you think you got what it takes.”

Scar snorted like he understood her challenging jibe, then opened his maw to let the narrow purple tongue slip out and up the crack of Claire’s ass. It was thick like the tentacles from before and just as powerful. Slick with saliva, the slender tip circled around the ring of Claire’s ass, before slithering into the tight little wrinkled opening, making her shiver like something utterly disgusting were crawling across her skin.

“Noooohhh, not there,” she slurred with utterly disingenuous disgust, while her ass clenched involuntarily around the tongue that was working its way into her.

Scar’s tongue forced its way into the tight ass, and Claire felt her cheeks spread as her body accepted the alien organ. Her tight sphincter clenched around the base of Scar’s tongue, holding it still and trying to eject it from her ass.

Scar let out a low rumble, like he was amused by Claire’s efforts, and with a quick jerk, forced the rest of his tongue into her ass where it immediately started squirming and thrusting.

“H-holy fuck!” Claire cried, her eyes wide in surprise and an equally shocked smile crossing her features. She’d never had even so much as a finger back there before. But Scar’s tongue, so warm and slippery felt both weird and wonderful in her virginal back-passage.

She felt her body relax slightly, pushing her hips back to bury more of the tongue inside her. She moaned as the feeling intensified, her pussy clenching and unclenching with uninvited pleasure. “Fuck me, that’s actually really… ?goo-ooooood-d-d-d?!” she admitted, her breath coming in short gasps now.

Scar’s tongue was relentless, moving in and out of her ass, stretching her sphincter wider with each thrust and leaving a warm, slippery mess with each pass. He started to move faster, the tip of his tongue brushing against an untouched depth that made Claire’s eyes roll back in her head.

And as quickly as it started Scar pulled his tongue out, the slow drag of the soft slick surface feeling like the walls of Claire’s ass were being dragged out with it. Her whole body quivered, and a drunk smile crossed her features, eyes crossed with pleasure.

“Ohhh, but I wasn’t done yet…”

her complaint fell short as she felt Scar’s weight on her back. Just like Growler, his forelegs locked around her waist. But this time the hefty shaft of his cock slapped into the saliva slick crease of her ass, several ridges along the underside rubbing across her clenching butt-hole that was hungry to be filled again.

She just didn’t realise what Scar was thinking until it was too late.

The beast drew back, and then lined the tip of his thick cock with her ass, replacing his tongue.

Claire squealed, feeling the tip press against her clenching ring of muscle. “No, that’s way too big,” she started to scream. And as her body was forced to yield and the tip of Scar’s cock stretched open her wet anus, Claire’s expression twitched and her eyes rolled, mouth moving as she moaned, “Oh that’s so lovely and biiiiigg~!”

She struggled to relax, suddenly wanting more of him inside her. Claire crashed forward, her cheek pressed into the grass so she could reach back with both hands to spread her as cheeks as far as they would go. One by one Scar’s ridges crashed into her sphincter and he had to wriggle to force them past the tight ring, prodding deeper and deeper.

Then, with a squeal of pleasure from Claire quivering under him, Scar hilted himself in her asshole, grunting with satisfaction as her body warmed his cock.

His knot was already inflated, and not a second too soon because Claire was already fluttering and flexing around him, her body automatically trying to force the knot even deeper.

She had felt the sensation of being utterly full before, but never so wonderfully erotic like this. It was like a door of pure delight was opening in her lower body, and with it suddenly she felt a new wave of pleasure she had never known. Her body seemed to expand, and her world narrowed down to just the sensation, the heat, and the wetness of her body clenching and releasing around Scar’s cock.

She could feel it so clearly, the way his ridges and nubs touched her, the way she stretched around him as he filled her completely. Her pussy, still dripping and tingling with the memory of Growler, throbbed with a sudden desperate need.

“Oh God, please,” she begged, her voice hoarse and needy. “Please move. Fuck me, I need it, please…”

Scar needed no further encouragement. He began to move, slowly at first, but with a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through Claire. His cock pulled out just enough for Claire to feel the ridges and nubs scraping against her inner walls, before plunging back in and filling her with the same delicious sensation.

“Mmmm, yes, like that,” Claire moaned, her voice thick with lust. “I like it. Fuck me just like that.”

Scar picked up his pace, his hips slamming into Claire with increasing force. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the air, wet smacks and slaps echoing through the jungle. Claire’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. His knot was massive, the bulge at the base of his cock stretching Claire wide open. She could feel its heat grinding against her puckered hole, almost too big to ever fit inside her.

“Fuck, yes! Right there!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the jungle as she knew what that swelling knot was a prelude to. “Fill me up, you fucking beast!”

Scar roared in response, his hips slamming into Claire with even more force. His knot swelled even bigger, locking them together as the base of his cock pushed deeper into her ass.

“More,” Claire pleaded. “Deeper. Put your knot in me… yes. ?Yes?!”

She screamed as she felt the protrusion stretch her to her utter limit. It was almost painful. And then, with a wet, slick pop she felt the extra inch fill her, and the warm knot throbbing deliciously just inside the tight ring of her ass. She’d never been so full in her life, totally constipated but in a way that filled her with tingling sexual pleasure rather than discomfort. Her wet pussy clenched and quivered, leaking as she crested another orgasm.

“You’re making me cum through my ass,” she keened, bucking against her invader. “Keep humping! I’m so close.”

Even as she said it though, her thighs quivered and she went limp with orgasm, dangling off of Scar’s strong erection. The creature planted all four paws in the dirt and Claire just hung there underneath him, vibrating with delight.

Small squirts of feminine gratification ran down her thighs as Scar slowly lowered her to the ground, squatting low to do so. Then with his lovely little cock-warmer laying prone in the dirt, he started to hump her depths, chasing his own orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself cum. Use me to make your big cock squirt its load deep in my ass.”

Scar hardly needed telling as Claire immediately felt him quiver inside her. The shaft swelled and the knot tied her completely in place before a warm stream of cum started filling Claire’s belly. She could feel the hot liquid seeping through her body, filling her insides with heat and life. It felt so naughty and wrong, having this strange alien creature knot her and fill her with a warm sloshing load of cum. She could actually feel it moving inside her, filling her guts, nourishing her body and her satisfaction.

Claire gargled, googly eyed and tongue hanging out of her mouth, so totally lost in the wonderful feeling. She was broken, she knew it. Human men had been utterly ruined for her. She was completely addicted to alien monster cock now.

She was so completely lost in the delight; Claire didn’t even struggle when Scar swivelled around behind her. His cock had turned limp, but the knot was hard as ever and tied into her ass so firmly, she didn’t even have to clench in order to hold onto it. Scar threw a leg over her as he turned, then stood. His member was strong enough to lift Claire’s scant weight, and with her legs all sprawled out either side and her dress a completely formless sack thrown up over her top half, she allowed herself to be dragged through the jungle towards their lair.

Chapter 4

Claire collapsed into a heap as she felt Scar’s cock slip out of her ass with a shiver. She fell exhausted in the darkness of her dress which lay gathered up over her body. It was torn, shredded by foliage and claws as she’d been unceremoniously dragged through the jungle.

Now, as she was deposited on a hard stone floor, excess cum leaking from her raw, winking ass, she grew tired of the thing and threw it up over her head, sitting completely naked on her knees apart from the scuffed crimson stilettos on her feet.

And the mixture of tentacle and tiger-wolf cum glazing much of her pale skin.

Pushing a few sticky strands of white hair from her eyes, Claire looked around the cavern she found herself in. It was dimly lit by a sinkhole letting sunlight in through a gap in the ceiling and the air was heavy with the scent of something wild and musky. The walls were covered in a strange, bioluminescent moss that cast an eerie glow on the damp stone floors and ceilings.

Patch and Growler circled the main cavern around Claire. Each of them looked even more energetic than before, their cocks still out and erect again with excitement, their knots still swollen but the tips bobbing up and down as if sniffing out Claire’s holes. Scar stood over her, his erection growing ready as well, a thick drop of precum oozing from the tip and leaking to the cavern floor between Claire’s legs.

She leaned back and tried to crawl away in protest, but Scar snarled dangerously, stepping over her and squatting down low, his shaft slapping her flat belly like he wanted to scoop her up into a missionary position, or throw her legs up against her shoulders and squish her into a mating press.

And Claire would be all for it, maybe in a few days time. She was utterly stretched out and used up, her pussy still tingling from overstimulation and ass sore in the aftermath of what Scar had done to her. Her jaw ached and her limbs felt weak. If she was forced to orgasm one more time she feared it may put her in a pleasure coma.

“Hang on there, big boy,” she pleaded, smiling kindly. “I’m a little worn out. Just give me a break, okay?”

Scar didn’t seem to understand her protest and thrust, jabbing her hungrily in the belly-button with his cock. He squatted lower trying to line his cock up with her slit, but Claire clamped a hand over her pussy.

Scar snapped angrily, but Claire held her ground. “Wait a minute. Take it easy. Here, I’m happy to help you out. But my pussy is just so worn out. Look, I can still make you happy.”

Her free hand reached out and enveloped Scar’s cock and she started stroking, slowly and elegantly massaging the length with her palm and dainty fingers. Scar seemed to react instantly, a low groan rumbling in his throat and his eyes started to flutter a little with pleasure.

“There you go. See? Doesn’t my hand feel nice? I’ll be a good girl and make you cum. But just give my holes a rest for a bit, okay?”

She felt quite powerful in that moment as she made Scar roll over onto his back, legs stuck up in the air like he was playing dead and tongue rolling out of his maw as Claire worked. His cock jutted straight up in front of her as she sat back on her knees and elegantly stroked Scar’s erection from the bulging base up to the tip. There she clenched her wet fist over the alien glans, thrusting a few times to squelch the precum between her tight fingers, then rubbed back down the glistening wet shaft.

She smiled as Growler and Patch practically ran forwards and prostrated themselves before her like Scar had. It took some re-arranging and some soothing words to calm Scar’s impatience when her hand stopped its motions for even a moment, but before long she had all three alien pooches laying on their backs in front of her, their hungry cocks jutting up for her to play with.

She had Scar on one side and Patch on the other, her hands skilfully jerking off both of them akimbo. And in the middle lay Growler, patiently waiting for his treat. and what a treat Claire had lined up for him.

Scar was obviously in charge, and was a big muscular and impatient jock of a beast. While Patch seemed to be the ugly nerdy one of the group who didn’t quite know what to do with himself other than enthusiastically follow the others.

And then there was Growler. He proved to be the absolute cutie of the group, especially with the funny little sounds he kept making. Not only had his cock given Claire such a wonderful orgasm earlier, he squirmed in such an innocent way under her touch that she couldn’t help take a liking to him.

Leaning forward, she peered up for no benefit but her own, gauging his twitches and ticks as she set her mouth on his cock, kissing and licking it as it bounced against her lips and face.

“Mmm,” she hummed, letting her tongue drag across his sensitive glans, flicking at the tiny slit at the tip and gathering his salty, coppery precum on her tongue.

She ignored the taste, almost numb it already after the big mouthful Patch had given her, as she swirled her tongue over the tip then ran it down the underside the shaft and gobbled at his knot. She smiled feeling Growler’s hips buck agiasnt her.

“That’s it,” she cooed. “Just enjoy yourself and let go as soon as you’re ready.”

Patch was the first to fold. Though to be fair, Claire was trying to free up at least one of her hands, and her right was most used to the jerking motions she played up and down the two cocks either side of her. While Scar enjoyed his slow, edging massage, Patch stiffened and whimpered as he came, shooting a long jet of silly string into the air. It arched up over Claire’s head, dappling the white strands of her hair and triangular ears, before splattering down her bare back.

When the enormous cumshot finally subsided, Patch rolled defeated onto his side.

Smiling, Claire moved her hand to the base of Growler’s cock. Her mouth open and tongue out, she slapped the tip repeatedly against the soft surface with a ‘pat-pat-pat!’ that was audible over the huffs and pants of pleasure coming from the trio.

“Are you a good boy?” she cooed teasingly, knowing full well the creature couldn’t understand her, but she couldn’t help herself for feeling so damn kinky right now. “Are you going to be a good pup and cum for mommy?”

Growler seemed to pant in affirmative as his cock passed momentarily between her lips.

“Go ahead and put your cummies in mommys mouth then,” she encouraged, then dipped forward and bobbed her head up and down in the creature’s groin.

She slurped and sucked his thick cock, her mouth filled with its alien heat and the power rush, the sheer control she held over the alien mutts sent a spinning sensation through her head.

Growler bucked his hips like a rabbit, fucking Claire’s face like she was a dirty little whore. She was loving every second of it. Her hand was still busy with Scar’s cock, moving faster and faster until the beast’s spine arched awkwardly with pleasure.

Another explosion of cum shot through the air like a firehose. The stream sprayed her entire bare arm and touched her cheek with its warmth.

Two down, one to go, Claire thought to herself with determination. Then hopefully she could sneak out while these three stooges were comatose. But until then, she decided to have a little fun.

Pulling back until just Growler’s crown was in her mouth, she started swirling her tongue tirelessly before placing both hands on the shaft and stroking it vigorously in a two handed grip. She moaned like a slut as she worked Growler’s cock, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure.

Growler started humping his hips up and down in time with Claire’s sucking, driving his cock deep into her throat. She gagged and choked on the thick length, but she didn’t stop. She was determined to take every inch of him into her mouth and throat.

She felt Growler’s knot pulse against her lips, and she knew he was close. She redoubled her efforts, sucking and stroking him with all her might for the last few moments. Then her mouth lifted off him and hung agape, resting against his cock expectantly.

Claire stared up at Growler, her white bangs soaked with sweat and her azure eyes glazed with lust. It was a look that had caused many a man to lose his faculties and blow his load into the palm of her hand. And Growler was no exception. Except now Claire did something she hadn’t let any human man do to her.

She let him blow his load all over her face.

Growler’s snout wrinkled with approving growls, and he thrust forward, driving his thick cock into the air before it erupted all over her.

Claire felt a jet of hot cum hit her forehead, run down to her nose, then another to the left, shooting into her ear. Another streamed across her lips, dripping onto her chin, down her neck, and over the curvature of her chest. Her eyes were squeezed closed, mouth hanging open as she took the brunt of the beast’s orgasmic release.

The force of the ejaculation sprayed up and down the front of her body, coating her from her hairline to her nipples in thick, sticky ropes of hot cum. She felt it dribble down the sides of her face, between her tits, and over her belly.

Claire opened her mouth and let some of it drip in, swirling the creamy warmth around on her tongue before swallowing. She licked her lips and smiled up at Growler, who seemed to have passed out alongside his fellows.

“Good boys,” she purred, wiping the excess cum from her eyes and down her face, strangely enjoying its warmth across her skin now. All the same though, a shower would be nice. “But I’m afraid mommy has to leave now.”

Quietly as she could, Claire left the three mutts undisturbed as she rose to her feet and tiptoed towards the bright cave entrance. However, as she did she froze mid-step and had to swing her arms not to lose balance and land face down again.

Standing there all of a sudden was a tall dark silhouette blocking her exit. The creature’s height was tall enough to almost reach the cave ceiling and its muscular bulk completely blocked Claire’s passage.

With a hefty huff, the thing keeled forward onto all fours and padded forward. It was another alien tiger-wolf like the trio behind her. Except this one was much larger, easily twice the size of Scar.

It was at that moment she realised Scar hadn’t been in charge. This was the one.

This immense beast was the ‘Alpha.’

The differences between Alpha and his underlings were subtle as they were immense. The forepaws seemed to extend into massive mitts with clawed fingers. The stripe pattern across the rippling musculature was more pronounced and the long tail seemed to end in a weaponised barb like a stinger. Interlocking teeth jutted from his gums and curled from the underbite to reveal themselves like tusks across the upper lip.

But most prominently, as he reared back onto his rear legs like a biped, Alpha sported two thick cocks from between his hind legs. Each was not much bigger than those of Scar, Growler and Patch. But there were two of them, oriented one over the other and jutting apart slightly to either side.

Claire’s eyes widened at the two throbbing members, both covered in the same ridges and nubs that had made her orgasm so hard already. But even still her pussy percolated and tingled with interest.

Alpha padded forward on his hind legs, growling. He was clearly looking for his turn with the pack’s new cock-warmer, and Claire gulped visibly. Her confidence with the other three suddenly faltered as she tried an innocent smile that went unappreciated by the beast.

“S-so you want a little love too?” she stammered gently reaching out with both hands. “M-my hands feel really nice. I’ll make you cum real good like this, I promise.”

Very gingerly she touched the twin cocks, one in each hand and Alpha thrust into her touch. A large mitt planted itself on her shoulder and forced the woman down onto her knees, prostrating her before his towering might as she started jerking both members akimbo.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she filled both hands and she started moving them together, tweaking and tugging the sensitive tips of both cocks.

Alpha seemed to like this, his hips jerking a little as he watched Claire’s delicate hands work. With luck she could exhaust him like the others, and then sneak out.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Claire asked, a sultry smile crawling across her lips as she increased her pace. “You want to put both those fat cocks inside me and fuck me hard.”

The Alpha rumbled seemingly in agreement.

“Mmmmmh, but you’re not allowed to,” she teased, knowing the creature wouldn’t understand. She leaned forward and placed a lascivious kiss on the top cock, then licked the bottom one briefly across the tip. “I’m going to make you cum just like this. I’m going to drain these big balls through both your cocks using just my hands. But if you’re a good boy I’ll kiss it a li-URK!”

Claire’s eyes widened with surprise as Alpha’s large hand grabbed her by her bedraggled ponytail and forced her mouth over the bottom cock just as she was giving it a little kiss. The member speared her lips and slid into her throat with one go, making Claire heave with surprise.

Alpha wasn’t done there though. Top cock draped over her cheek, rubbing her face like that as she moved back and forth, he ripped her head back and then shoved her down again, repeating the motions so that he wasn’t just fucking her mouth with a breeding rhythm, but jerking himself off against her soft cheek.

Claire could feel her jaw creaking and her throat burned as the cock jammed down it. Her hands were planted on Alpha’s muscular abdomen, trying to get him to slow his vigorous thrusting, but she was powerless against his strength. Eventually she gave over, letting her arms hang limply down her sides, her vision narrowing as she was face-fucked into asphyxia.

The burning of her lungs only lasted a brief second though as Alpha pulled back, sensing she needed to gasp in a breath. And gasp she did, panting several times before the cock passed into her throat and the humping resumed.

Half a dozen more thrusts bulged out her throat when she felt the familiar swell against her lips and prepared herself.

Alpha didn’t pull back as he came. He slammed deep into her, hilting his cock down her throat before erupting directly down her gullet.

The other cock pressed agiasnt her cheek blew its load at the same time, as if the duo were linked, spraying a thick stream of alien semen across the cave floor behind her.

Alpha pulled out with a grunt and Claire fell backwards and heaved, belching out several strings of cum she’d swallowed down the wrong way. She felt full, not like her belly was bulging with the load, but she certainly felt like she’d just eaten a massive meal.

Coughing, she looked to the cave entrance and saw the way was clear. Alpha wasn’t blocking her anymore, and as she caught her breath she went to stand and run. Now was her chance, but it slipped her by as a large hand grabbed her slender ankle, then dragged her backwards, scraping up her forearms.

The same large mitts wrapped around her wrist, easily enveloping her slender body as Alpha lifted her clean into the air where she kicked her feet helplessly.

She was impossibly small in his grasp as he squatted down and rubbed the tip of his bottom cock against her pussy-lips, still swollen and puffy from the uncertain interest she’d shown in the twin cocks. Claire yelped when she felt the ridges and nubs of his cockhead start to part her, spreading her open as if she was nothing more than a slab of meat just waiting to be violated. And at the same time she felt the tip of the upper cock against her ass that was still stretched from the railing Scar had given her in the jungle clearing.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Alpha was getting ready to do.

“Fuck! No, wait! Please, I’ll make you cum again with my hands! I’ll be a good girl just…!” Claire begged, but Alpha growled in response, dragging her down over both his cocks at the same time.

She felt the two shafts stretching her holes simultaneously, and she screamed as they forced their way inside her. The ridges and nubs of Alpha’s erections rubbed against the insides of her ass and pussy, making her shudder with a new kind of pleasure she never before could have imagined.

He was so deep inside her, he touched her cervix with ease while another ridge massaged her G-spot firmly. Another tingled against her clitoris, massaging the little nub of flesh until it zinged with delight, sending vibrations deep down into her crotch. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream and her body trembled as a violent orgasm rippled through her body in an instant.

Alpha seemed not to notice and fucked her right through, beginning to lift Claire’s body up and down both his cocks like she were some little fleshlight he’d bought online and was enthusiastically using for the first time.

“S-so full!” Claire keened. “You’re going to break my holes you, fucking asshole. Oh, fuck, it feels so good though.” her head rolled back as her limbs hung limply under her, undulating back and forth with the jerking thrusts.

Her legs were suddenly jerked into the air, grasped in the beasts’ massive mitts One of Claire’s shoes dangled from her limp toes, held in place by sheer force of will as the breeding continued with a rapid-fire ‘plap-plap-plap’ of furry hips against her ass.

Her body trembled on his shafts, her mouth slack and drooling, her eyes rolled back into her head. She was a ragdoll in his grasp, and he was using her like one. The thought sent a thrill down Claire’s spine, and her pussy contracted around the base of Alpha’s bottom cock as she came helplessly on his cock.

She moaned and writhed on his shafts, but there was no escape from the relentless fucking. Alpha was using her like a cheap fucktoy, and she was loving every second of it.

“Oh fuck! Cum for me!” Claire pleaded. “I can’t take it anymore, daddy. Cum in my slutty little holes! Fill me up like a cheap whore!”

The words seemed to spur Alpha on, and he started fucking her even harder, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, squelching sound. Then the familiar twitch in her pussy and ass at the same time drew a drunken smile across Claire’s blushing face.

Finally, she thought, though less because she wanted to be let down, and more because she was hungry for this next bit.

Claire had never experienced anything like this before and found herself terrified and exhilarated all at once. Alpha’s hips moved with superhuman speed, the friction of his cockheads rubbing against her sensitive spots sending waves of pleasure through her. The pressure against her G-spot was immense, and each time Alpha bottomed out inside her, it felt like her orgasm was building up to something monumental.

She could feel every vein and ridge of the alien cocks inside her, each one designed to stimulate different parts of her body. Her inner walls quivered at the explosion of warmth in her depths.

Alpha came into her with a violent spurt that made her body tremble from the sheer force of it. It was harder than the others and flooded her.

The cock in her ass pulsed and throbbed against her sensitive rectal walls, spasming as if searching for something deep inside. More and more seed filled her, making her feel swollen as she planted her hands on her belly. She felt no difference outwardly, but inside she felt the warmth rise, slipping and sliding through her abdomen, filling every nook and cranny and adding the to fullness the ejaculation down her throat had already put in her belly.

The dam suddenly broke and she felt a violent lurch run up her chest, eyes widening with realisation at what was happening next. But unlike when she normally drank too much and had to rush to the bathroom, she didn’t hold back. She let it go and with a disgusting wet ‘huuurk!’ she let a spray of Alpha’s cum spill out of her mouth and sent a white waterfall cascading down her bare breasts.

Every pulse of his cocks inside her sent another wave rippling through her body which was joined by another heavy heave and an ejection of cum from her mouth.

Five or six pulses later, Claire’s face was an utter mess of cum oozing down her chin and black mascara tears tracked down her cheeks. Her eyes were hooded and she had a drunk but happy expression across her blushing face. She’d never felt so uncomfortably full before, but at the same time her pussy sang with utter satisfaction.

A satisfaction that was replaced by a yearning for more still, like her cunt had become a crack addict for the cock slowly slipping out of her and sending a cascade of more cum splattering to the floor.

Alpha set Claire down where she lay panting in a puddle of sexual gratification, staring into the distance with a small smile on her lips. She could see Scar, Patch and Growler had righted themselves, and their cocks were hard once more. But she didn’t balk.

Rolling onto her back, she opened her legs and reached out, welcoming her new masters back to the warmth of her body. And with the Alpha waiting for his own second wind, Claire let the alien creatures use her body to their heart’s content for as long as they would have her.

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