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The station was quiet.

It was always quiet.

Anya sat on a blanket spread across the polished gray floor, cupping a mug of tea in her hands. The land beyond was shrouded in an ever-present mist, casting a mystic aura over the towering, blue-tinted foliage and purplish undergrowth.

She hardly noticed the five inches of glass between her and the outside anymore. The window stretched from floor to ceiling across the entire length of the room. Sometimes, she managed to forget she was indoors at all. The roiling clouds of fog made the landscape into an impressionist painting. The dull grays and blues hid silhouettes of massive trees and rockfaces, specks of colorful fauna floating in and out of view like stray brushstrokes. It was all too easy to pretend…

The clock beeped, summoning Anya from her thoughts in her cozy little nest. She laid her mug down beside the banket and strolled out of the otherwise empty observation room down an altogether empty hallway. She moved like a ghost through a forsaken structure, her bare feet making no sound against the heated floor. The lights were kept dim, even as they sprang to life wherever she went, the only occasional noise a soft hum of machinery within the very walls.

Anya stretched her joints habitually before she reached the control room. She sat down at the holographic monitor displaying the movement of the designated specimens across the map. The chair was slightly chilling against her exposed skin, but she was used to it. Anya never bothered to wear clothing anymore. What was the point when you were the only person on the station?

The Committee's outposts were almost fully automated, only requiring a skeleton crew to monitor the systems and ensure their reports were accurate. Technically, one person was enough to manage it all. The only thing machines couldn't do was to report errors (after all, how could you be sure the diagnostic system hadn't malfunctioned?) The real concern lay with the crew. In most cases, people couldn't handle being in isolation for that long, so teams of two to four were more common.

Anya was doing just fine.

She enjoyed having the entire station to herself. No pestering, no faked pleasantries, no restrictions. She didn't have to keep up appearances, share space or make herself presentable. She couldn't even recall when was the last time she wore anything besides an EVA suit.

She didn't know if there were other outposts on Gaius-2. She was never told. That's how the Committee managed their projects. Do your job, make sure the machines are running, and you'll be given everything you need and told everything you need to know. No more, no less.

As far as she was concerned, she was the only human on the planet.

But she was far from alone. The holograph was showing all sixty-two monitored specimens were currently within two hundred miles of the station, the chips reporting their vitals as normal. All the collection stations were marked as operational and two have been recently used. She would confirm this information when the drones ferried in the samples.

In the meantime… there was data to be obtained!

Exiting the control room, Anya made way towards the hangar where her one true love currently awaited her. The automatic door opened before her and she gazed through the seamless window at the docked Titan mech.

Vaguely humanoid and over a hundred feet tall, the machine was designed to offer advanced maneuverability through difficult, low gravity terrain as well as protection against Kaiju class organisms. She was painted a dull, blueish-gray with yellow lines running along her arms and legs. The “head" sported a thin, wide window, giving it the appearance of a helmet. Overall, the mech looked like a giant armored figure.

Officially, her name was T.U.-756EX. But the custom red calligraphy on the side of her head read: “Pasiphae".

Anya smiled at the Titan as she approached the ATCaMP control unit. All the repairs and maintenance were taken care of automatically once the mech was docked. Beyond that, the Automatic Titan Construction and Modification Platform allowed for all sorts of customization. The station fabricators could build any component from raw materials the automines produced. All you needed to do was give the AI a sufficient description and, in a few hours (or days, if you were properly… ambitious), you got the desired result installed and ready for use.

Confirming the Titan repaired and refueled, Anya approached the boarding chamber at the back of Pasiphae's head. After entering the proper codes and confirming her biometrics, the armored doors slowly opened, closing behind her as she entered the antechamber.

“How're you doing, girl?" Anya said as she entered the cockpit.

The room was wide and round, but mostly empty. It stretched out across the Titan's head, with a window circling the front half of the cockpit. It was mostly unused as the pilot interface included a full sensory VR, but it remained in place as a safeguard in case the cameras got damaged.

The star of the show, however, was the pilot station in the cockpit's very center. It consisted of what would best be described as a formfitting exoskeleton, with various straps and cables in strategically placed locations, topped off with a VR helmet. Anya bit her lip as she regarded the setup. She had added some more adjustments since last time. She had no doubt they would work just as well as the rest… yet still, the expectation of getting to test them made her quiver.

She approached the waiting contraption and secured herself in. She started by stepping onto the foot platforms, the metallic “boots" clamping down on her feet. Luckily, making the insides padded was the easiest thing ever. Technically, she shouldn't be piloting naked, but there was no real reason she couldn't besides a possible discomfort. And she had taken real good care of that.

Next, she leaned back against the exoskeleton's spine and placed her hands in the control gloves, initiating the bootup sequence. She let the straps snap into place around her shins, thighs, abdomen, upper torso, biceps and forearms, before finally, the helmet lowered itself onto her head. A breathing mask covered her face with an air-tight fit, fresh air being supplied from an inlet at the side.

But there was one extra component remaining. One that wasn't part of the standard equipment, rather something a little extra she had installed.

That was the beauty of working solo in isolation. Rules existed in theory about what mods she was allowed to use but the fabricators themselves only had restrictions on weapons and hazardous devices and they didn't log their history. Noone bothered to actually monitor the units. Rumors circulated about the stuff that happened on these outposts, but so long as you handed them back as they were given to you, everything was free rein!

Oh, she loved working for the Committee!

The piece in question, resembling heavy panties made of plastics and metal, had clamped itself onto her crotch and secured itself around her hips. Their inner side was coated in the same soft, gel-like material she outfitted the other straps with, cool but comfortable against her bare skin. There was a bubble of empty space left around her vulva where two thick tubes connected from bellow, disappearing somewhere into the floor.

Finally, after everything was secured, the exoskeleton went limp, letting her body move freely. A robotic female voice sounded in her ears as the headset booted up.

*Welcome aboard, Anya. All systems operational.*

“Hello, love," Anya chirped as she flipped several switches on a small panel attached to the skeleton's waist strap.

The giant machinery awakened with a deep rumble, the helmet's holographic VR system offering Anya a slightly transparent view of the hangar.

*Boot-up complete. All systems online. Ready for launch. Awaiting comfirmation.*

“Launch!"

*Initianting launch sequence. T-minus 10… 9… 8…*

The exoskeleton suddenly went rigid, forcing Anya to stand at attention, her arms fallen beside her body. She couldn't move her head either, seeing only the straight-ahead view of the outside.

*4… 3… 2… 1… Launch!*

There was a split second of stomach lurching weightlessness when Pasiphae disconnected from the ATCaMP. Anya's legs were bent slightly when the steel colossus hit the ground, followed by a loud boom from her headset. Moving freely again, she looked down and flexed her fingers, watching as the Titan perfectly mimicked her gesture in real time.

She never got tired of this. The feeling of raw power, of absolute invulnerability! One moment she was a mere human, made of squishy flesh and brittle bones, and the other, she was forty meters tall and punched like a meteor!

Of course, she wasn't completely invulnerable, the Titan mech too had its limits. It's just that she's never reached them. However battered the plating or scratched the paint, she'd never suffered so much as a bruise. Out there, she was a force of nature! A match for any creature that lurked in the mists! It was as if she belonged.

The heavy hangar door came to a stop, the mists leaking in like grasping tendrils. Anya made a careful first step, maneuvering the hulking machine through the door and out into the wild. The fog enveloped her from every side. It was thick today, limiting the camera's visibility to just below a hundred meters. The silhouettes of the towering local flora rose towards the skies and disappeared out of sight, the floating shapes of the indigenous animals dancing among the stalks like colorful fireflies.

When the door fully closed behind her, Anya released a pleased sigh and set out into the haze. She walked at a calm and steady pace; the movements long drilled into her bones. The exoskeleton offered resistance, hampering her steps as the Pasiphae struggled to keep up with her. Each swing of a massive metallic arm, each fall of a building-sized foot took several seconds to pass, especially against the immense air resistance.

The benevolent local environment was the only thing that allowed this impossible contraption to lumber its way forth. Indeed, the mech could never function in Earth's conditions as it would crumble under its own weight.

But Gaius-2 was a different case.

Despite its larger size, the planet had lower surface gravity than Earth due to its low-density core and maintained a thicker, unusually humid atmosphere. This allowed for flora and fauna to grow into quite enormous dimensions. The perpetual fog offered little sunlight, so plants had to climb high to catch its rays, creating forests of tall, widely spaced stems as thick as a Titan, with a roof of giant, circular leaves hundreds of meters above. The ground largely consisted of mushroom growths and rocky terrain. Various jellyfish-like organisms floated through the air, feeding on the moisture and microorganisms, some growing larger than a vehicle. That in turn provided easy source of food for larger predators, flying and terrestrial, who themselves served as meals for the true kings of the jungle.

For Gaius-2 housed some of the largest Kaiju class organism population in the known universe.

Defined as any lifeform exceeding hundred feet in height which was capable of locomotion, the Kaiju were a marvel of alien life and quickly became darlings of the xenobiology community. Every biologist, ecologist and geneticist competed for any info on these critters. Anything from anatomy, behaviour, diet, genealogy, evolution to reproduction. They were objects of fascination among general folk too, the crowds always tuning in for any chance to see them, even if just through footage.

But while the Kaiju were common around these parts, they remained a rarity on the universal scale. There just weren't many habitable planets which supported this kind of behemoths. And since Gaius-2 was considered too ecologically rich for extensive mining, and since said ecology rendered long term settlements too costly and dangerous, scientists were the only people interested in it. The place was a money sink.

Obtaining data in the wild was hard, however. There was only so much you could learn through observation and monitoring. Plus, breeding Kaiju in captivity was practically impossible (read: too expensive) and cloning was illegal due to its tendency of creating genetic defects.

So, if someone decided they wanted to study early Kaiju development and hatch themselves an egg, they needed to get their genetic material another way.

Radar flashed, showing Anya she was passing by one of the collection stations. The huge device took shape of a large horizontal cylinder, propped up on thick supports. This one was meant for a Goliath. It was emitting a frequency which mimicked a female's mating call and occasionally released their pheromones. Once it attracted a male, it would display a holographic projection which would, hopefully, entice it to mate.

In Anya's professional opinion, the hologram was an overkill. The brutes were ready to jump the collector like a dog at the slightest whiff of the pheromones. The first time she watched a footage from one of the cameras, she couldn't believe the machine held out. The sheer, raw ferocity of the male was unlike anything she had ever seen! It was out of this world! Well… more precisely, it was only from this one.

It was then that the idea first occurred to her. Anya's eyes were glued to the holoscreen, unable to look away from the pounding hulk. The creature's member alone was larger than her! Larger than a bloody TRUCK! It was humping away at the collector like a jackhammer, moving at speeds she never knew something so big could. She bit her lips subconsciously, imagining what it might be like to experience such treatment herself. To swap places with the device and be manhandled like a Kaiju female. Her hand had wondered around her inner thigh at the thought.

Of course, that wasn't possible. Not truly. No matter how much she fantasized about that giant hunk of meat, there was no way she would ever get to feel it inside her.

Or that was what someone else might have said. For there was little a motivated pilot with an ATCaMP couldn't do.

Before the footage ended, she had a plan!

Wandering now through the misty, alien jungle, Anya's attention was snatched by a red dot in her peripheral vision. According to the radar, Specimen 044 was currently heading in the direction of a nearby collection station.

“Not if I have anything to say about that!" she exclaimed and flipped one of the custom switches installed on the control panel.

The dot stopped moving for a moment. From the Kaiju's perspective, a new female in his vicinity just started singing her mating call. Anya walked in his direction, trying to intercept him before he reached the station.

To her pleasure, the dot continued moving her way, meeting her in the middle.

Anya stopped as the sound of different tremendous footsteps echoed through the thick atmosphere. She forgot to breathe. Her heart fell into rhythm with the thunderous stomps, jumping as the massive silhouette to which they belonged lumbered out of the mists.

The Goliath stood taller even than the Titan. At approximately hundred and sixty feet it was on the smaller end of the scale as far as Kaiju went, owning to its bipedal nature. Proportionally, it most closely resembled a man. Two massive feet supported its upright body, the bulging muscles of its upper torso gave it the outline of an upturned pear. It was covered in fine scales and wiggled a train-sized forked tongue in the Titan's direction. Like someone had crossed a gorilla with a comodo dragon.

Its hunched head and bull-like nape made the Kaiju's neck disappear, the two small horns on its flat face finishing off the devilish look. Its beady eyes looked down at the Pasiphae, Anya shuddering under his gaze even through the virtual interface.

“Hi there, big boy," she whispered to the empty cockpit.

The male seemed utterly fascinated with what he was seeing, appraising the Titan like a drooling hound. His earholes were hearing a needy female, but his eyes weren't yet quite convinced. Anya took this as her signal and made the advance.

She slowly rocked her body from side to side moving her hips and arms in a fluid fashion. The Goliath's eyes tracked the swaying mech as it performed its mating dance, copying the pilot's moves. She even had the Titan painted in the pattern matching a female, the yellow lines on the Pasiphae's sides mimicking the red ones across the male's dull-gray scales.

“Come on! You know you want it," she urged playfully, the male's head snapping left and right with increasing restlessness. “Surely this has to be more enticing than that emotionless collection station!"

The Goliath made a tentative step forward, never tearing his sight from the Titan. He looked as though he was bewitched. Anya's pulse spiked as she glimpsed the tip of a huge, blue organ protruding slightly from the slit between the male's legs. She knew she had him!

A wild smirk twisted her lips as she teased the hulking alien. Eventually, Anya decided enough was enough and went to release him from his torment. She flipped another switch, eliciting a dull rumble from below as an enormous latch opened somewhere at the Pasiphae's crotch area.

The outpost fabricators could construct endless spare parts for the drones to repair the battered collection units. It really wasn't that hard to have one installed within the Titan itself.

Along with the pheromone aerosolizers.

When the latch opened, the collector began releasing an invisible cloud of female Goliath pheromones. Anya could tell the precise moment they reached the male's olfactory system. His blue tongue prodded the misty air between them. As soon as it retreated back into his maw, the Kaiju stopped. His whole body went rigid, pupils dilating, the gaze of his cerulean eyes seemed to reach right through the cameras and the virtual interface, and straight to Anya.

Within seconds, he was upon her. Anya was thrown back as the Goliath seized the titan by the shoulders, shaking the whole cockpit like an earthquake. Glancing down, she witnessed a mass of blue flesh unsheathe itself from the unassuming slit, quickly growing to the size of a cargo truck as the Goliath's penis hardened to its full mast.

Both of them.

Male Goliaths were diphallic, their two members stacked on top of each other when they stood erect. Each hemipenis was identical. Bare, smooth blue flesh without scales or foreskin, lined with soft bumps along the sides and longer, backwards-facing protrusions on the underside, terminating into a tapered, pointy glans.

Frankly, they looked irresistible!

Anya suppressed a sigh as she watched the massive, alien face through her helmet. The way those blue eyes looked at her… she's never seen anyone look at her so passionately. With such desire! She peeked down at his throbbing members. The male's hips were twitching, reflexively humping the air between them. She bit her lip. Her heart was hammering in anticipation, threatening to punch right through her ribs and jump out of her chest.

Deciding to help her admirer out, Anya angled her hips forward, lining the mech up with his manhood. She couldn't wait anymore.

Shivers ran down her spine when his tip pressed against the collector's opening. Anya took a deep breath and with gritted teeth she lowered the mech down, watching the Goliath's upper phallus disappear inside the synthetic tunnel.

But she didn't merely see it. She felt it.

Anya threw her head back as the giant organ penetrated her nether lips. Her moan echoed through the cockpit, the ridged, alien cock burying itself deep inside her vaginal canal.

Or at least its approximation.

As the Kaiju inserted himself in the collection unit, the little “upgrade" Anya had strapped around her waist copied the movement, creating an artificial phallus that then forced itself into her depths. Countless sensors lined the inside of the collector, ensuring the faux penis was an exact recreation of the original, down to its texture, malleability and temperature. And it felt incredible!

Anya ground her hips against the Goliath's waist in a circular motion. The gizmo even let her feel the rock-hard rod push against her walls as her movements stretched the collector's artificial tunnel. She was in bliss!

Closing her eyes, Anya relaxed into her alien lover's clutches, letting the mech fall onto the member buried deep inside her. As for the male, he didn't idle. Holding the Titan firm by its waist, he began thrusting, at first slowly, then progressively more and more forcefully. Anya arched back as the thick organ ravished her insides. It's as if the Goliath knew just what she liked. After every stroke, he slowly withdrew about two thirds of the way, before plunging back in with the force of a jackhammer.

The mind-numbing pleasure was leaving her breathless. Anya gave herself to the sensation, slumping against the Goliath's chest, feeling the exoskeleton go rigid where the Titan touched the alien's body. It was a unifying experience. Through the simulated penetration and the holographic view of her partner, Anya could easily believe that she was truly out there, mating with an alien among the shimmering mists of the forest.

A sensation disturbed her from her daydreaming. As the Kaiju pounded away at her tunnel, Anya noticed something poking around her backdoor. With each thrust, the Goliath's lower hemipenis was bumping the entrance of the secondary collection unit.

If Anya had a vice, it was not knowing where to stop. Once she had installed a collector onto the Titan, it was easy adding another one.

One of reasons Goliaths were Anya's favorite was that they were twice the fun! Every time the lower dick touched the collector's entrance, it activated the simulated penis linked to it, gently teasing her with what was to come.

She couldn't wait anymore. Positioning her hips in the right angle, Anya let the hemipenis slip properly into the artificial tunnel and gasped as she felt it breach her backdoor entrance, filling her butt with its full length.

“Oooh… oh FUCK!" she cried as the two members stretched her holes.

*Error: invalid command*

Anya cursed at the immersion-breaking machine. “Set: ignore invalid phrases… oh God!"

*Understood. Ignoring invalid phrases* the computer echoed. She had no idea why that particular setting always reset itself upon shutdown, but she really should have learned by now to set it back up every time.

There were scarcely any words to describe the sensations she was feeling. The twin cocks were drilling into her like jackhammers, slamming in until they hit resistance before pulling almost all the way out again. Their movements were slightly out of sync, the backdoor phallus following the first with a small delay. The ridges were hitting all the rights spots as they rubbed Anya's walls, their texture making her melt.

She bit her lips as she savored the feeling of being stretched. Currently, she had the simulated members set to 80% size relatively to the Pasiphae. It was a safety thing: there was a variation between each male, you never knew just how big the specimen would turn out to be this time around. This one was proving to be pretty big already. But, if she was any judge, she could…

“GAH! Oh fuck!" Anya cried after she reached for the console and bumped the size meter up to 100%.

In a moment, she could feel the throbbing members grow a quarter of their size, stretching her to her absolute limit. A burst of extasy washed over her like a tidal wave, lighting up every nerve ending in her body. Overtaken entirely by pleasure, Anya fell backwards as her muscles went limp, barely managing to lean the Pasiphae's back against one of the massive local trees.

She was moaning constantly now, mouth agape alternating with clenched teeth. Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. Anya loved this feeling, the sense of absolute fulness. There was a world of pleasure hidden beneath the initial discomfort, more intense than anything else, if only one learned to savor it. She was sure she orgasmed several times already.

Even then, it was a state she couldn't endure for long. Luckily, she wouldn't need to. She had long since familiarized herself with Goliaths well enough to gage their limits.

Writhing in the exoskeleton, making the Titan thrash, Anya felt the moment the Goliath reached the edge. He grabbed the Pasiphae's upper arms, the exoskeleton squeezing Anya's biceps in turn. The male pressed his enormous head against the Titan's. With his face too close for the cameras to pick up a full image, Anya dismissed the hologram and instead gazed at the alien through the front window. She could see her colossal lover's eyes as they stared at the Titan as if it was a real female. Of course, he was mating with a real female, only of the wrong species. He would never know that though. And yet, Anya couldn't shake the feeling those enormous blue eyes were looking right at her.

As if on cue, the Goliath shuddered, shaking the whole cockpit. The giant blue eyes closed in climax as he came. Anya could feel all of it! his senseless pounding turned into sporadic jerks as the two shafts wedged themselves deep within the collection ports. And collect they did!

With every jerk, the Goliath spilled his precious samples, filling up the collection tank to full. A single orgasm could yield dozens of cubic meters! Anya felt the swelling in the first phallus as it pumped and pumped, its batter flooding the tank.

Then it flooded her.

She yelped and moaned as the hot, thick goo entered her depths. The tubes attached to the dildos turned white as Anya's ingenious apparatus channeled the creamy liquid straight from the tank, filling up her cavities. Her thighs shook uncontrollably as another unendurable climax overtook her body. Her back arched so much the exoskeleton had reached the limit of its flexibility. All she could feel was pleasure as her brain overloaded with inputs, then sweet tingling as her body descended into a comfortable numbness, the simulated members steadily filling her with more and more alien cum.

It was an orgasm like never before! She was pleased, but unsurprised at how well her new contraption worked. The sensation of her mate's semen flowing into her enhanced the experience incomparably. It was the closest she could ever get to actually being one with her towering lover. And the added feeling of being filled up…

Lost in fantasy, Anya floated on her high as the shuddering thrusts slowly came to a stop. But it wasn't over yet.

Having barely stopped pumping, the Goliath started to rouse again, the thick members gradually springing to action. Each of the hemipenes was connected to one testicle and each needed to be milked separately. The sample collection was only halfway done.

As soon as Anya regained her senses, she gave a command and the exoskeleton unclamped her.

*Entering stationary mode. Standby*

The giant motors which moved the Titan came to a halt and the Pasiphae froze in the Goliath's hold. Released from her restraints, Anya quickly removed the apparatus around her waist, the two perfect copies of Kaiju members sliding out of her abused holes with wet popping sounds, white liquid spilling out on the floor. No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't take any more. Even standing up was a chore. But she hasn't had enough. She could never have enough of the Kaiju's alien beauty.

Disconnecting the headset from the rest of the exoskeleton, Anya booted up the holographic screen again. Wanting to have a view of her partner's antics while also seeing where she was going, she minimized the camera feed window and lowered the opacity, so that she could navigate the Titan effectively. Approaching a hatch in the floor, Anya opened it and climbed into the bowels of the Titan.

While the “head", which housed the cockpit, was made to always stay level, the body of the Pasiphae was currently reclined against the massive tree at about 45° angle. Luckily, that only made descending the many ladders easier. Before she knew it, Anya entered the hatch to the lowest deck and gazed upon the giant collection stations she had installed.

She could hear them even before she saw them. Loud thumping resonated through the chamber as the goliath pounded mindlessly into the thick, soft tunnels stacked atop each other. She stood on a walkway above them, gazing down at the giant structures. The big, cylindrical tank of the frontal collector (which was currently “above" while the room was angled) was filled almost to the brim with milky goo. The tunnel it was attached to was still being ravished by the largest member you could imagine! Bigger than cargo haulers, the deep-blue phalluses were thrusting into the tunnels at about one thrust per second. A seemingly impossible feat for a being that large.

It shouldn't take too long now. The yet-loaded member had already been at work even before the first one came.

Real female goliaths only had a singular orifice for the male to use, so the Kaiju didn't care which one he was thrusting into. Normally, he would need to insert them one after another. Like this, he was apparently content with pounding away with both of them, even if the one had no more to give.

Holding onto the railing, Anya climbed up the inclined walkway until she stood right above the empty tank. Securing the breather mask attached to the helmet, she reached for the airlock at the top of the cylinder and turned the handle until the big circular door opened, letting her climb inside. Once closed, she repeated the procedure with the other door while the air pumped out of the antechamber. Finally, when the second door opened, she descended down the hole and into the tank.

Currently inclined with the rest of the mech, the big cylinder was over two meters in diameter and about four meters long, and made of reinforced glass. Anya slid down the curved wall to the bottom. Her feet touched the soft translucent material of the milker tunnel which connected to the tank. At the center was a hole, about half a meter in diameter, enlarging slightly every time the Goliath's shaft rammed against it.

The beast was reaching all the way to the end of the milker tunnel. Even as the impact suppression systems kept the tank from thrashing around, the soft membrane was shaking under Anya's feet. She knelt down on the pulsing barrier, the gel-like material warm from the constant friction. She could see the colossal member right below her knees, ravaging the transparent tunnel so hard, the lubrication systems struggled to keep up.

It seemed if she just reached her hand into the hole, she could touch him. How she longed to do just that. But the membrane's thickness was deceptive, the magnificent tip remaining just out of reach, and, should she manage, the force of it might easily break her wrist.

It wouldn't take long now, she reminded herself. The male had been at it for long enough and she was starting to notice his movements growing erratic. Through the holoscreen, she clearly saw his exhausted face slumped against the Titan.

Just a little further.

Anya laid back against the glass, watching the membrane intently. The tank was growing hot and humid and no doubt full of the Goliath's scent. If only the outside air was breathable. She had put a pressure regulation system in place that balanced the thick outside atmosphere, but the heavy gasses would still seep through the collection tunnel, forcing her to keep her breather. Nevermind that. She would have needed it anyway.

Red light flashed outside the tank as some sensors in the tunnel detected an impending orgasm. Anya shifted as the Goliath shuddered, then rammed his member in repeatedly hard enough to bounce her off the membrane. At the final thrust, the central hole enlarged and his massive tip slipped through, captured by the membrane's artificial muscles. The thing alone was as tall as Anya, dark and pointy, hot enough to instantly heat the surrounding air.

And with that, the deluge came.

A torrent of white cum sprayed forward like a firehose, the pulsing movements pumping out gallons upon gallons in mere seconds. Anya closed her eyes, moaning into her helmet as the tide of fresh liquid covered her body. Like a bath of warm goo, spurt after spurt filled up the tank. The Goliaths attempted thrusts were yanking the membrane up and down, but the tip remained held inside.

Reaching through the milky substance, Anya touched the hot member, enveloping it with her arms. She could never hope to reach around it in its widest point, but the tapered tip allowed her to find a right spot for her to manage. Her head was close enough to the spraying hole for her to feel the jets of semen through the pooled liquid. Every bulging spurt, every jerk of the tip rubbed against her crotch as she hugged her legs around it, setting fire to her loins.

It felt like minutes passed before he stopped trying to thrust, the stream of his batter gradually ceasing. Anya couldn't see anything beyond her helmet. The only image she had was the Goliath's face on the holoscreen, tired and spent as he leaned in close against the Pasiphae.

Her heart melted when he nuzzled his alien head against the Titan's metallic one. Sweet and gentle, like a proper lover should. She returned the gesture, pressing her helmeted face against the enormous member, doubting he could feel her presence at all.

She had no conception of time inside the tank. It could have been seconds or it could have been half an hour when the Kaiju finally withdrew, the smart orifice relaxing just enough to release the tip out of its grasp, then shutting to not let any of the sample escape. Anya wished she could reach her hand for him as he turned to leave, but the Titan remained motionless, her pilot gone from her post.

Anya turned off the hologram and laid back in the warm pool. Suspended in her prized liquid, the sensation of the thick, warm, creamy goo made her feel like she was melting for real. No sound, no sight, there was only her and her lover's gift all around her.

She stretched and turned, sliding her hands across her submerged body, feeling like some water nymph, comfortably resting in her domain. Her fingers wandered down between her legs, toying with the ever-demanding lips, letting the precious batter flow deeper inside her. The sample would be unusable of course, but that didn't matter. The official collection stations were providing more than enough recently, and she had a whole second tank to spare.

But work could wait. Floating submerged in semen, deprived of all senses but touch, Anya felt finally free. Free of burdens, her ever-burning desire momentarily fulfilled. What more could she want? The helmet would provide her with up to an hour of oxygen before forcing her to return for air. And she intended to savor every second!