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It was all a mistake. An error, something you shouldn’t have done. All your training and all your work to become a proper soldier for the Space United Nations proved to be a failure. And now… You can only see the spear planted on your right, pinning your armor against the rich Venusian soil as you look… And know that creature.

That grand creature clad in metal and bones, with his elongated helmet hiding away his features except for the green oblong eyes directed at you. His breathing is close, so close to you, as the blade approaches your neck. You feel his breathing against your cheeks, the soft caress against your ear as a few words are whispered to you.

“Ki’cte, Pyode Kalei”

That… Wasn’t expected in your training. In fact, you never considered such an ordeal.

You were a mere citizen on Earth, picked for the circumscription by the Space United Nations. All of your life, you were taught about the colonized planets in the solar system and beyond, and you were fed and clothed by the government. An upbringing that made your life on the terraformed Venus all the harder with its artificial jungles going rampant, the slight drop in oxygen making breathing harder than usual, or the lack of a blue sky.

Days and nights mingled together for you, only welcomed by one of the two suns, mirrors placed in orbit before they set beyond the horizon.

Still. You trained. You marched like any other soldier, listening to your captain’s orders and learning how to fight, shoot, and endure any torture you might be exposed to. Your grades were excellent in most topics, every test in tactics was perfect; the superiors noticed you.

In the end, you didn’t choose the military career. But you were made to ascend and take up grades until you had the security of an entire outpost under your responsibility.

Today was to be your last day before you got back in orbit and be given a definitive posting on Earth with a direct way to the officer academy. However, a strange sighting had been noted near your sector: you and your squad were sent to examine it. It was to be a spaceship whose engine signature wasn’t from Earth, any colony or even any known species. Its sole information was from an old data archive predating the 22[SUP]nd[/SUP] century. Something about the danger it represented, and therefore to employ any available weapon to handle such a target.

You donned your reinforced armor, took up your gun, and synced your communication with your squad. All green and onward.

It took hours to approach the vessel that had landed in the jungle, leaving a large crater where its engines had burnt the trees. Its shape, streamlined and cold, was unknown to you… And worse, there was no traces of its occupant.

It was then he hit. The Alien.

A sudden scream cut through your communication, shutting down any visual system in your visors and cutting you off from your squad. In haste, you removed your helmet only to hear distant cries and watch flashes around. Then… The alien.

Large, tall, with flailing dreadlocks in his back as he turned to you and his green eyes focused on you. You shot him, cried, ran… It became a hunt, with you as the target hiding and trying to fend back the invader while desperately calling for back-up: no dice, coms were entirely cut. You still tried to get a message out… Even when the alien closed the distance between you, even when the spear cut through your gun, even when those powerful claws tore apart your leg plates.

That was… That was when the creature leaned, planted his spear, and whispered to you.

Whispers to you those words in a low… Sultry voice. Something strange, odd, as the fingers dance over your chest plate. The green eyes are over you, observing… A prey.

Tentatively, you try to ask who… What it is.

But the Alien cuts you, a loud clicking coming from behind his faceplate as his blade nicks your neck, drawing a pearl of blood from it.

“Kv’var Bpi-dei,” he says; the sound coming from behind the plate seems… So wrong and metallic. As wrong as the hand suddenly grabbed the front of your reinforced armor. Clawed fingers slip beneath your gorget and… pull. You scream, daring the Alien’s blade.

The armor you wear is the most recent design from Mars; the alloy used and the hydraulics models make it impossible to yank it out.

Yet… The alien does.

He pulls, yanks, and rips apart your armor like it’s nothing. And roars! A deep rumbling roar comes from him as his hands depart from your neck, and he raises them like a triumph.

He… won. You mumble it, in a way to stroke the Alien’s ego and push to leave. You were hunted, but it seems the alien has no desire to kill you, or it would have done so. He should-

“Nain-desintje-da! Yanu! Sei’pauk!”

Another roar comes, shaking you.

But the creature doesn’t wait for you to recover. His hands go on his mask and behind, undoing a strap and revealing a face. He is nothing like you’ve seen in any history book. An elongated forehead covered with ridges extending like a crown, an intense green skin the same color as his irises… A jaw possessing four mandibles surrounding a lipless and toothy mouth. Even now, you see the mandibles click as the skin joining them is pulled… But the rhythm of the clicking seems… Calm. It lowers as the alien hands return to you, pulling what remains of your armor away. You scream! He touches you between your legs.

Your cry is rewarded by a blade planted on your left, a whisker away from your shoulder.

You stop, your mouth shutting as cold sweat runs through your nape and spine. The creature’s motivations are slowly arising as it towers above you… And strips you.

Alloyed steel, fabric, trinkets. The creature works meticulously, leaving nothing. And you are bare, exposed, your skin given to the hot Venusian climate.

What is he doing? What will happen to you? Will… You survive?

You swallow your saliva and pride as you observe the massive creature stand up above you, grunting and groaning as he strips. His body… His body is oddly similar to yours. But massive, muscular. A prime male or a stud. His pectorals are enormous, like boulders, each muscle of his anatomy bulging under the green skin. His abdominal waist is short, but as you look down… You can only notice them: his genitals.

Monstrously big, reaching down to his knees, testicles, and cock alike. Their form is human-looking. But they’re beyond any standards… They’re smelly: their perfume is close to dirt and humus, with a strong, pungent, and acidic touch. There, the skin is sweaty and sweat-caked, yet with a sheen on the taut testicles. You inspect those organs… As a pulse goes through them… And a glob of white fluid lands at his feet, at your feet, to form a puddle.

You scream, but it is too late when the Alien grabs you by the ankles and pulls. Your legs follow. For a moment, the world surrounding you is a whirlwind until it stops. The sky is back above you, the dirty soil against your chest. You feel the hands holding onto your hamstrings, kneading the tense muscles. A clicking sounds occur.

And… Something wet is pressed against your bare ass.

Something hot, wet, and greasy is smeared against your cheeks, coating them.

You mumble. But he doesn’t listen to you; that warm… And hard… And rigid thing is pressed against your asscheeks. You… You know what is about to happen, and if it happens, you’ll surely die. The creature is twice your size and that dick…. It’s as big as your torso. It’ll break you, kill you. Your eyes dance, watch, search… And you see it. The Alien’s blade. Still planted in the dirt. Just at perfect reach. You extend your hand, your arm-

“H’ka-se!”

You scream. Your hand drops, and your face meets the dirt as you suddenly feel weak… And numb. You’re sure the creature did fuck you. You are sure his throbbing and monstrous dick is inside you, but you can’t feel it.

What’s happening? What’s happening to you?

You feel the shake as your face is rubbed against the ground and hear the clicking noise behind you. Somehow, you also hear something sloshing nearby and… Something else clapping. Clapping more quickly by the second until every sound from the jungle has been drowned out.

A gargle escapes your throat. You cannot even whine, as any exhalation becomes a sigh or even weaker. You cannot even catch your breath, but it doesn’t hurt. Nothing hurts, everything is numb, you are…

Not entirely numb.

You gasp as the electric sensation suddenly runs through your body and spine, hitting your mind square. And another. And again.

Each spark is marked by the clapping in your back and the sloshing noise. Each run through your body is marked by weak contractions as you feel your muscles and sensations return.

First are your fingers as you grip the dirt. Then, your arm as you push and lift your chest. Follows your shoulders, your torso, and your crushed diaphragm. And more, until you feel your toes curl.

They curl when the Alien hits you square in the ass, hitting a soft but delicious spot inside you. Like a machine, he thrusts and hits your prostate square. Again… Again… Again. Yet, it doesn’t seem to be his focus. It’s a collateral.

A wondrous, exciting collateral. He hits, and smacks, and beats and flattens your prostate.

Amidst the weakness that had overtaken you, the numbness that has been eating you away… His movements are a stark reminder of what you are, what’s your body. And of the pleasure you can feel. A spark, a shock, a hit. They all grow, increase…. A flaring flame that eats up your lower belly and more. A delicate flame teasing your spine.

In its presence, even the crushing dick is like a delightful pleasure when he stretches your gut and makes them bulge. Even… Getting your belly ruined is pleasing. Will it stop? Should it stop?

That Alien isn’t planning to stop. His movements never cease to push and hog you, drive you deeper amidst the sensations. The throbbing against your inner walls, the way his humongous width pulls on your asshole and yanks out of it. But even outside… Your legs and cheeks are beaten raw, brutalized by the brute who is supposed to rape you. But… As wrong as it is, you… Desire more.

More… Even more as your climax grows near. It is that flare, whose center now burns with lust. You have never felt anything close to this. Whatever that Alien did to you… You need it. Desires it. Yearn for it. It threatens you… It is swallowing you. You feel the flare at your cocktip. And… You shoot.

But it doesn’t end. Even when you feel your dick shoot, he continues. He keeps going and pushing, and hammering. You’re no master of your body as long as he uses you like a mere toy. But at that moment, being a fucktoy is all the better when his dick bulges through you.

Your stomach bulges, your abs are gone… You are abused by that Alien and have never been so Intimate. The face red, you hardly manage to push down your smile.

It is good when he pushes within and hits your prostate. Yes, you came, and your dick is sensitive. But… It sends another shiver each time, and your ass weakly squeezes his dick. It is the only thing you can do, now, as your body goes back to the numbness. And the warmth…

The warmth? The warmth.

It starts as a droplet at the tip of the Alien’s dick. Just a touch, another stroke before it is ushered deeper within. Followed by more. More droplets, more liquid. Soon, he sprays your inside and it becomes an all-encompassing magma that keeps going and invading you. It goes up, soothing your worries and fears. He… Wanted to breed someone. You are that someone. But it’s… But the beginning.

You sense his semen going upward, fighting against your inner walls as they’re filling, expanding rapidly until there’s no more space. Until not even gravity manages to push it down; the sole option is to squeezes upward. Beyond the Alien’s dick. It drips, it pools on the ground, it manages to slather your ass and balls, to both.

But it’s not enough.

Not enough is squeezing through, not enough is passing through. And soon, you feel the warmth push against your walls. It… hurts. It is weird. It is not like the sparks that hit you. That pressure is hurting, maiming you… Until something breaks and cum flushes down… Up.

You feel sated, then nauseous, then gasping. Everything changes, shifts… You gargle.

The white liquid drips from your open mouth on the dirt and your nose as you taste nothing but cum. Cum… Luscious, intense, sticky, tacky, tasty, disgusting, and wonderful cum. It sticks to your nose, to your tongue, to your lips. You taste it… Everywhere as its warmth surrounds you and welcomes you, drives you to close your eyes.

You still feel your toes curl, and another shot goes through your dick… But you feel sleepy.

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When you wake up, you find yourself with what seems to be a cum puddle. A bit of yours, mainly of that Alien who has disappeared except for a trinket lying by your side. A bracelet, you imagine, as you slip it around your arm and admire the delicate intricacies of the gold material. It is heavy, and is surely pricey from its glimmer. But beyond that… Your whole armor has been ruined. Bits of it have been thrown around in the cum-covered clearing.

How much cum has been produced astonishes you, as well as the heaviness in your stomach. With a quick glance, you see why: You’re still stuffed and look pregnant despite… Well, being full of an Alien’s fluids. If someone were to find you in that state, it would be the court-martial for you. But luckily, you manage to find enough of your underarmor to create a makeshift loincloth as you search and explore where the ship should be.

Of it? No traces.

Of the fighting? The whole place has been scoured. Your squad? You find no traces of them: no corpses, nothing, zilch. Only you remain as you clamber to your outpost. The place is empty, your squad lacking… But alas, nobody sees you: cum-coated and reeking like you have been fucked by a battalion. Nobody to ask you why you’re walking funny. Or why you’re holding your belly when you sit on the auto-doc’s chair and initialize it.

Early on, you were taught that exposition to foreign fluids could be dangerous, and only an auto-doc’s thorough scan could clear you out… As you boot it up, the sole certainty is that you would have died from exposition if it were poisonous.

But you didn’t.

You survive the Alien’s dicking but his ejaculation, too. And you returned to camp! You did your best. And... Nothing.

You’re clean; you’re free to go; you’re free to… Call the headquarters. What could you tell them? You failed the mission and lost your entire squad. You even lost your gear?

Your ascension through the hierarchy seems stupid now as you wander the base. You will be canned… And so, you walk. The place is clean but also stockpiled for a few years… If you ration yourself. Something... something in you tells you to accept your situation…

You cannot return to Earth; you cannot face the headquarters… You don’t have any family on Earth, and you don’t have any friends who weren’t part of your squad. The sole option is for you to lie low and prepare.

The first days are difficult as the Alien’s semen still clogs your insides, making walking and hefting crates hard on your body. But as your belly shrinks, the pain disappears. Hiding the outpost’s resources in a cavern is easier. A spot you scouted in the south, a remnant from the terraformation. Nobody would bother you… Nobody would find you if you stopped answering the headquarters' more pressing inquiries. But it’s not a question of if but when.

When?

Two weeks after the Alien’s arrival.

One day… You answer the headquarters… The day after, nothing. You left. You take up the mantle of a hermit. Your hidey hole is completely hidden from anyone who doesn’t know its presence… No amount of sensors could tell its presence inside the vast jungle. In your fear and yearning to flee, that spot is perfect.

Except… For the nausea.

At first, you assumed it was from water contamination. It wouldn’t be surprising, Venus’ biosphere is still young and could be toxic in large amount. It could be that… But the drugs you stole doesn’t help. Each day, the nausea is stronger… And each day, you feel sluggish, heavier, and unable to move.

In the end, it is the auto-doc who reveals the truth… One you have been so keen to avoid and fear. Yet, with a bip and a screen, it reveals it. You are pregnant. The hormonal levels are clear; you bear that Alien’s spawn. Hidden in a jungle. You are alone, avoiding your kind, living off your pilfered rations, weighed down by the Alien’s clutch… And the golden bracelet around your arm. One you haven’t removed since.

Despite wearing it constantly, the gold is as clean as the first day. Moreover, you can feel its warmth even on the coldest nights. You don’t know why you cling to it… But in the end. You are certain why he gave it to you.

A truth you finally accept when you see him at the Cave’s entrance.

Dirty, ugly, exhausted, your eyes barely focus as the lights come from the outside. But your old reflexes kick in when you see that form delineated by the light. Your hand grabs your nearby blade as adrenaline fills your blood. You heave, you turn, you twist. Your body moves as one until a firm clawed hand smacks your hand and the blade away… As a firm grip closes on your arms and lifts you entirely.

“Stop… Breeder.”

His words are clean, marked by his clicking speech. But they are words you understand. And therefore, he understands you when you ask what he called you.

“You breeder. Receptive. Breedable.”

Despite your recrimination at this status, you watch the Alien undo his helmet with one hand, revealing again his strange face. But the spiky brows aren’t frowning. Within his large green and vivid eyes, you see the joy he has in seeing you. And the happiness he feels when those mandibles press against your jaw and that mouth against yours. The surprise overtakes you… But not as much as that tongue delving into your mouth, coated with that honeyed saliva.

Its intense, sweet taste spreads on your tongue and throat.

At that exact moment, your nose finally picks out the Alien’s scent. The same strong aroma that has been sticking to you a few days after his arrival. But here, the reminiscence of resin and cut wood is clearer, raw. Your nostrils dilate, and the perfume tingles your brain. You sense your mind melting under its touch.

Whatever that Alien did to you before, he’s doing it again as you feel his hands tugging on your clothes and shredding them like the first time.

Whatever noises you make are drowned under that relentless kiss while the Alien touches and plays with you. His fingers go on your chest, tugging at your nipples until they are sensitive and raw. At your belly until you feel weak and moan under his touch. Until his brutal touch goes below and finds you… Erect, hard, stiff, whatever way.

You cannot lie when your body tells the truth; that alien turns you on… That big brute who holds you up by the arms and has been kissing you for the last ten minutes.

“Wrong… Breeder. Breeder is soft. Only Zekait erect.”

You blink at the word, at the creature, despite the lust overtaking you. You watch the frown from the Alien, especially as he moves to sit on a crate while dragging you. Zekait is his name? And… What is wrong?

He doesn’t answer as he places you on his lap. Only then do you notice that guy has come with almost nothing on his green skin, only a loincloth.

As he turns and twists you, you see his body at work from closer: the muscles coiling under the rough skin, the bead of sweat forming on it… The staunch perfume comes from it. One of its sources is near the pectoral, right under your eye, right by the arm. Below the large flexing biceps as he holds onto your ass, massaging it.

You approach your nose, push… And find it, the source. His armpit is coated with sweat but without hair. Yet, you can foretaste the salty savor from the scalie skin and see stars with a mere lick. The flavor is at your tongue tip, mixing along with the saliva you gulped down only a few seconds ago.

Whatever that Alien is doing, you don’t care as you lick and swallow. You lap like a dog, drink like a thirsty slut, worship like a broken slave. Above, the Alien keeps saying something with broken sentences mixed with clicking noises. Perhaps he chuckles? Or is he praising you? You notice him lift and flex his arm, making the armpit’s muscles tense the skin, revealing more troves of accumulated sweat while you press your nose in the musky depths.

With a slurring voice, you thank Zekait. Your tongue grows numb, yet you keep tasting the precious and delicious liquid.

“Slutty Breeder. Happy with Zekait. With male,” he chuckles above you, his voice so distinct amidst the sea of sensations overtaking you.

Your eyes try to dart up, meet his eyes, and read his expression. But his eyes are elsewhere on you. You follow, trying to peel your mouth away only to have your head pressed against the armpit as he gruffly chastises you: “Breeder, submit!”

Again, your nostrils are invaded by the intense aroma that melts your mind and worries. Internally, you wish it to continue… To have that man’s odor drilled into your nose. As much as you want to know what he is doing. And finally… You feel it.

The warm scalies fingers press against your rim. You sensed it like a brutal touch, no different than his cock brutalizing your ass. Yet, that invasion turns into something softer and more pleasant when his index reaches your prostate and touches it… Massages it.

“Breeder bitch spot. Good for weakling,” he chuckles.

What he says.

Under his caresses, your body melts, and your cock stands erect, hard like steel, against his lap. His touch is meticulous, again, and his precision is like a blade. He hits, touches, strokes, massages… A movement deeper, and a spark goes through your spine, urging you to take another whiff of that manly musk. A movement away, and you whine, finding only solace in a lick. A circle and your toes curl, and your knees tremble…

That alien is talented. A monster in finding your weakness, in pushing your button in different ways eliciting different reactions from pleasure, envy, numbness… To desperation.

“Ahhh… F- Fuck!” you scream in pure abandon as his bent finger presses your prostate, the knuckle squeezing the soft glans as if he seeks to crush it. And you… bestriding his left thigh and nearly cumming, you have no freedom but to muffle your screams in his pits.

You are so close. So close to release. So close to having your freedom, to feel your cock explode. Your body shivers and quivers under that Alien’s touch as that stud keeps laughing and chuckling.

“Bitch breeder wants… Weakling orgasm?” he asks, giving your prostate another squeeze.

You nod, feeling your cocktip about to explode. Your groin is on fire, your ass desperately clenches around his finger. You even hump back, attempting to get any satisfaction from torturing your prostate further.

“Bitch breeder—”

He says something but watches you moan, watches you suck his pit like a whore… He stops.

And you shout.

The last push. One is so intense you don’t see anything. For a moment, your vision darkens, and you see flashes under your eyelids. You feel it, the cum pouring from your dick on his lap. You came. Your groin burns and has never felt so good… So pleasing. You drop.

All the pent-up sensations that have been stagnant, remaining, weighing on you, are released.

You moan, your mouth again pressed against the pits, muffled as the Alien keeps pressing your prostate and milking you. He… Knows his stuff, you release, as whenever your clenching ass relaxes, he gives your organ another nudge until more cum pours through.

When you feel the pleasure receded, drop back… The instant the wave washes you ashore, your mind about to return… He pushes. You shout. You scream. You cum.

And again… And again.

Your feet are curled so much they hurt. Your ass is numb, unable to clench. But he doesn’t stop. He’s milking you dry. And you cannot contest. You are forced to huff his pits, to spray his legs with cum and yourself with it. You feel the semen dripping on your stomach and his, rubbed between you as you lean against him. And it goes on.

It goes on and on, your eyes rolling while saliva drips from your mouth. You came more in that instant than in a lifetime. And… it stops. You feel dry; you can no longer cum. Your balls are raw and empty, your dick burning and numb, your ass so sore you cannot move.

A cold embrace. Something cold is pressed against your exposed dick and forces it to bend while your testicles are tightly squeezed away from your body, the scrotum pinched.

“Bitch breeder is soft.”

Finally, he releases his grip on your head, allowing you to look down. You glance, watching his enormous fingers form a bulge. But beyond? You see… You notice the cum, your cum dripping from everywhere. And Steel. You can barely see the tip through the slit.

That Alien has caged you, and the moment his fingers are pulled out of your ass, it’s to sense something else and hard press against your ruined hole. Something so big you can only gulp as he… Claims you once more. He pushes you, flooding your hole with precum while you exult and beg for him to claim you.

He would do so… Again. And again. Filling you until you cannot resist his presence, love, and caresses.

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Zekait… That’s his name. However, you are unsure if it holds any meaning in that alien language, punctuated with clicking noises.

One day, he comes into your dwelling, appearing like a ray of light in the cave, and takes you until you wake up sore and exhausted the day after.

Each time he comes back, his knowledge of your language improves, and with it, his capacity to talk with you… And the perversion in his attitude and his words has become more prevalent. He was sent there to find a worthy prey to breed while his kind that followed him merely looked for breeders.

Why a breeder and not his kind? He never answers your question, instead eagerly going to explore your ass and tease it. Or to check up on your growing belly, each time stroking it while his clicking mandibles make it seem he’s satisfied. Satisfied to see your cage or his trinket.

“What a good breeding bitch you are,” he groans, even now, as his digits go on your caged cock, playing with it and even tugging it. Maybe he doesn’t know you’ve managed to crack the lock for a second time… But for the moment, you allow him to play with your swollen testicles as you take a break from scouring the jungle. A needed break as your legs are heavy and your belly even more. He fucked you, yesterday… But staying bedridden pains you.

“Strong… And still hunting despite bearing my spawn,” he continues, praising you as his mandible taps against your taut belly, uncovered as no clothes in the base could have covered that love bump. You imagine it is a token of affection, but still, it unnerves you to watch the eggs bulging beneath your skin. All coming from your “partner”’s regular breeding nights.

You groan, not wanting to laugh as you carry the three rabbit-like beasts. In comparison, he seems unbothered by the massive boar he drags behind.

You’re about to step out, but then… Your legs give out.

You drop to your knees, your body shivering as you can feel the weight of the eggs press against your sphincter. You moan, tremble… And a white trail escapes your caged cock when your sensitive prostate is crushed. You have become so sensitive after those months.

“What is it, slut? You want a dick break?” he says, his clicking jovial as he massages his evident bulge beneath his armor, a cock whose perfume has been sticking to you.

But no… No dick break. Even if you crave that masculine musk, desire to down his sticky cum like shakers, or want to stroke his dick until you are coated; no dick break. And you groan, clenching your ass as you feel something akin to slime pass through your ass and drop on the ground, releasing a minty fresh smell.

“Oh… It is time!” he laughs.

You scowl at him, watching how he’s laughing his ass off as you’re about to give birth to his “precious spawn” in the jungle. Yet, the only thing he does is hold onto his belly as his clicking noise grows higher and more intense.

“Hah! Don’t look at me like this! Or I won’t drag you to the cave! Here…. Here, take my hand!” he finally offers, extending an arm. One you grab, only to be pulled against his chest as a clanging noise occurs. You don’t need to see. You know what happened, you can feel his hard dripping cock pressing against your belly. You could hug it, sense the veins beneath the skin, embrace the throbbing. Perhaps then… A dick break would be neat.

“No… I’ll carry you to the cavern.”

Never before have you been so red-faced. He lifts you from below the arms, like any kid, and aligns your ass with his dick pointing up. Already, some of the slime drips and drops on his cock while an egg is starting to crown from your ruined ass. Even if you tried, even if you desired to hold onto it, it would be impossible… You are too stretchy, too gaped… Your hole has been so thoroughly fucked it looks like a cunt with a vertical split. One cum-coated.

One… Wide and moist cunt that easily swallows the cocktip when it presses inside and pushes the egg further up. You groan, shooting another load on the ground with a smile.

“Back to the nest,” he chuckles, right by your right ear while he passes a strap around your swollen torso… Then another around each leg.

What is he doing? What is he attaching you to… Him?

“You’ll enjoy this, I promise,” he says again, his long tongue tickling your ear before he finishes strapping you to his body and… You are attached to him, to his cock, to his body.

A godly body that moves with ease and without pain.

A godly body carrying you and whose movement and contractions send shivers through your body. He has strapped you to his chest. But in the same way, he fucks you… His cockhead bobs up and down as he marches, forcing the soft-shelled eggs to push up and outside. All the while, his tip lovingly teases your prostate, touches it, and massages it. He raises a leg, and you feel him hammer your poor prostate, eliciting another weak shot. He extends an arm, and his dick shift, pressing against your sensitive inner walls, producing a gasp.

There’s no end to it as this man, this Alien, is fucking your brains out whenever he moves. He’s a monster of sex, of pleasure, a musky beast who considers you nothing more than a fucktoy… And you love him for it as much as he loves you.

Perhaps he even takes the long road, you think amidst the shocks going through your brain and leaving you blank. Hasn’t he climbed that rock already, the one that made you cum so much, your scrotum tightened too hard? Or is it the first time?

“We’re almost there,” he croons, stroking your head.

Perhaps he’s right, but it feels like an eternity.

Each second reminds you of his beating heart pumping blood within his throbbing dick, a pulse going through your ass and making you moan and groan in echo. You cum again… Are you even shooting or this just precum?

“I won’t go slower. Those eggs are precious,” he says.

Yet, you… You the egg bag. You, the over-swollen breeder who has been stuffed to the mouth with cum, can barely feel your legs as your bowels moves and tries to push the eggs down, rushing them against your lover’s dick and amplifying the sensation. Again.

And again, you climax. Your body gives out and is about to give out. You see stars, you barely know, you hear distant chirping, your own gurgles drown you, you taste his semen at your tongue tip… yet, you are not sucking him. Not yet.

Not as in your breaking state; he has laid you down on a cot, back in the cave.

“We’re back. You can do it, bitch,” he coos, stroking your cheeks as your neck rests on his testicles. There's that drowsing churning noise on each side of your head as more Yautja will spawn from those delicious nuts. You could almost forget everything… If not for the hand going on your belly and squeezing it. Once.

You cry.

“Good job!” he cries, too, watching the egg rolling out of your ass. But you, you feel it. You feel the eggs hitting and bouncing against one another and the walls as the contractions start to push them down. They are so many, you are so full… And yet, your lover’s hand is on your belly, teasing your popped-out innie while each egg is given a brutal nudge.

You scream.

The eggs are descending, one by one, while stretching you wide. One by one, they descend and hit your prostate with enough force your mind goes dizzy, and more fluids slip out of your caged dick. But you’re not cumming. You know you’re dry and have cummed on your way in. Follow, then, the intense and acrid taste as your abused prostate and bladder give in.

“You got it. Releases your ass!” he encourages again, giving you another squeeze…

Through the rolling, the hit, the smacks, a yellow trail juts out of your dick on the cot, and the green slime, before you arch your back. This… This is intense, brutal, and borderline abusive. Yet, it is so pleasing as each egg is like an orgasm… Not intense like when he fucks you, or pitiful when you remove your cock cage to wank when he’s away… It’s a sensation peppered by the minty taste whenever the cave’s cold air strokes your slime-covered asshole.

But… How long will you last? How long has it been?

“You’re almost done!”

Almost done?

You look down, watching at your deflated belly. After months of pregnancy, it feels absurd to watch how thin you’re supposed to be. But you don’t see any traces of eggs anymore. Most of them are forming a sort of vast green expanse, glowing and sticky… As for the few insides, you don’t have the strength to push them… You don’t even have the strength to clench your ass to halt their rolling as gravity does your duty.

Except for one.

“Let me help my favorite breeder. Before I stuff you with another brood,” he says, his endearing clicking all the more painful when his enormous fist hits you. He… fists you, and you don’t feel any discomfort. You were almost a virgin, only had a tiny failed attempt.

But with him? You’re… You’ve been cunted, cratered, and ruined by that alien who proudly yanks the egg out of your ass to present it to you. He claimed you… And broke you.

“Yes. And I’ll do it again. You are so much better as a broodwife, you know?”

A broodwife… You mumble the word, repeat it as you watch his egg land among its many brothers and sisters, disappearing. You don’t even have the strength to search for it as he lifts you on his lap, prodding your ass with his cock. You instinctively try to clench. But fail.

“Ah yes… That’s my favorite cunt,” he growls by your ear when he pushes his dick in your ass. You… Were so empty.

After months of pregnancy, of feeling heavy and laying the eggs… His cock is a balm, a delicate touch even when it smacks your tenderized love spot. His warmth spread your guts; his presence eased the pain… His precum leaves behind a fuzzy sensation while he nibbles your neck and taps it with his mandible. You love when he stuffs you with cum.

… Even… Even if he didn’t forcefully take your ass now, you would have ended up begging for it. How is being abused and taken by Zekait so pleasing?

“Because… Soft bitches like you crave for dicks. This is why I hunt you… So you can finally be happy in your lives,” he growls by your ear.

… Is this true? You’ve been taught how to be by the government, dutifully followed its orders, and accepted the circumscription. You were to climb the ranks.

But all that was ruined, all that was crushed by that man’s dick as it abuses your gut and stretches your skin thin… Enough for you to stroke the wide cockhead through.

“And you’ve never been happier than bouncing on my dick? Right, bitch?”

He's right. You have never been happier and felt more free than at this moment.

Yes, you cannot feel your legs, and you’ll surely suffer later on, your mind says. But… You are given a chance to live something unique, again. To bear that Alien’s spawn and have him use you whenever he returns. He knows how to please his bitches.

“I won’t return,” he cuts, stopping you in your line of thinking. “I’ll take our spawn… And only if you want it, you.”

You gulp and gargle when his enormous dick hits the depths once more, shaking to your core. Is he expecting you to leave everything behind?

“You can leave with me… You’ll be my favorite bitch. I’ll keep you fed and bred. You won’t be the only one I use or the only primitive I’ll fuck.”

He says as you bounce, his dick starting to spew cum inside you. It is that distant spark that will surely claim you. Once more. You yearn… For it. How long since he has made you taste his delicious seed from behind?

“Will you leave with me? Become my mate and hunt with me?”

If you were at the right moment, you might have pondered the pros and cons.

But no. At this moment, at this instant, you’re pressed. Pressed by the dick hammering your guts and crushing your bitch-spot. Pressed by the sensation of your cock rushing and pushing against the steel cage. He’s so rough he even manages to pry another erection from you.

You moan, groan, drown. Saliva drips from your mouth as you sense another orgasm being taken from you, and your asshole burns in pain. You’re too sore to clench or close on his dick, to move, to resist. You melt in his hands as he strokes your chest, massaging your nipples that are dribbling with milk.

You’ll be left with his spawn, whether or not you accept his offer. You’ll bear his eggs and be filled until you can barely move on your own. It’s not a choice. But… No longer be with him, no longer enjoy his musky skin… No longer feeling heavy from his semen, it’s frightening.

You gargle your answer amidst the sputtering saliva in the back of your mouth.

“Good bitch… I’ll show you my clan, my family, and my father. They have been enjoying your friends’ cunt. But you’re a grade above!” he whispers, licking your ear. “Then. We go on another hunt.”

But you barely hear his words.

The only thing you hear is the tremendous amount of cum pushing in your guts and distending them. It sloshes, rolls, pushes, rises… It ascends like before, claiming your belly for his future. You feel them, the tingling for each egg you’ll bear and lay. But beyond? His cum goes higher. His vigorous, powerful, musky semen. And you taste it. The slight salty taste, the powerful acrid perfume. The tantalizing sweat touches. It is better than any drink. Maybe… Maybe you should ask him to let him suck his cock when you’re hungry.

Your future life… Will be dedicated to him. His spawn. His eggs. His semen. The hunt.

You cannot resist. You won’t… And your future has been written.