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It began so well. A team of researchers, scientists, and like-minded individuals was commissioned by an unaffiliated non-profit board to go to a mysterious planet by the name of Petrichor V aboard the UA Curiosity. It did not show up on any common charts and many of the researchers including herself had said that they were being paid to explore empty space but when they saw it, when they saw the planet they knew there was something special there from the outset. They landed in what is known now as the Titanic Plains and created a basic installation with all the things they would need to explore safely. The area surrounding them was full of lush greenery but barely any trees in sight with rolling hills and the occasional mountain. Stone arches jutted from the ground and many were excited to see them. Meanwhile, Becca had been interested in other things. The study of plant life had been her specialty among anthropology and humanities but most didn’t think that would be necessary here. Becca had immediately found plants that she had never seen before hidden behind rocks and more along with odd mushrooms that bustled and seemed to emit a green light that felt satisfying to stand in.

The air was breathable but filters were still issued just in case there was some sort of unknown pathogen waiting in the air. Everyone was making discoveries of the likes that had never been seen before. Artifacts buried in the ground with odd runes on them that glowed with power. Ambient creatures that floated on by without a care in the world that had never been cataloged before and even sapient life. The Lemurians were reptilian creatures standing on two with purple scales and glowing eyes and were discovered burrowing out of the ground. They thought that the Lemurians were also creatures that simply ambled about but Becca had observed something astounding. Singing, dancing, the capacity to wear armor on their ankles and shoulders! Her reporting was met with skepticism by her colleagues but they all observed the same. Even still, they had said contact was forbidden mostly for safety reasons.

Becca couldn’t help herself. She took a guitar from the ship and found a group of Lemurians over a hill and there she sat atop of it and began to play. Becca didn’t walk up to them, didn’t say anything to them but began to play a basic song she remembered before she started to hum the tune. The Lemurians fixed their glowing gazes on her. A few of them retreated beneath the ground but the rest remained, fixated on her music while another poked their head from the dirt to stare at her. She kept on playing until she heard one of them utter an odd note from their mouths. Becca had watched as the Lemurians imitated the song and recorded her findings with excitement! Everything had been going so well until they found that cave.

An opening in one of the larger hills led to a cave of sorts or more aptly put, a chamber. Stone tiles dotted the room while a set of stairs led up to a humming altar. Most of the team wanted nothing to do with the place as they reported feeling odd but the leader of the group pressed on and pointed out that some sort of odd cube laid atop the altar. The cube was taken and examined. It amazed everyone, even those who were nervous about its existence here. Microscopic weavings of metal and stone lined the surface and the gem set on one of the faces of the cube radiated with enough energy to power all the ship's systems by itself. That was when the whispers began. Everyone’s dreams were plagued by voices that called for the return of the cube and one by one, the crew began to disappear. Search parties were attacked by endemic life that we thought were peaceful and strange golems began to rise from the ground with glowing red eyes. They too attacked the crew. The dreams became more violent as the days passed but the project lead refused to return the artifact or to escape. We suspected that he was influenced by corporate interests and those were stronger than any instinct to survive, that is, until the last of our medical staff had been laid before the perimeter of our installation, crumpled and broken in a heap of blood.

Escape had now become the pressing issue but strange jellyfish floating through the air that had once completely ignored us had latched onto the ship and we found, much to our horror, that they had sapped the power. The security team attempted to tear them from the ship but most had died when the jellyfish began to erupt in blinding light. Still, the leader of the team refused to return the artifact. Mutiny was high on the thoughts of those still alive but was not necessary. The team leader was found torn apart by fangs.

Becca and a few survivors made their way to the cave with the artifact in tow but it wasn’t enough. The voice continued speaking to them even in the day now. One by one. They were picked off but Becca had managed to avoid danger, had managed to keep herself alive long enough to arrive at the cave. She was the last one there, the only one there as she placed the cube back on the altar and cursed existence itself. When she turned around, she saw the Lemurians standing there. Had they come in while she was distracted? She did not know but she felt nervous with their glowing eyes watching even though the maws full of sharp teeth were shut tight.

Would she survive if she needed to fight? She had modified a stun gun to combat the creatures that had come after her but it would not be enough against a growing number of these Lemurians. One at the front hissed toward the rest and they suddenly departed one by one until only Becca and a single Lemurian remained. Her hands shook as the creature approached and she recoiled as it raised a claw. She didn’t fire her makeshift gun as she noticed that it was simply pointing at the cube.

Becca looked toward the cube and then back at the Lemurian. It gestured towards its neck and made a motion like a knife running across the throat. A warning given far too late. She was alone and her fears had come to fruition. As she dropped her gun, the sound of it clattering on the floor punctuated words at the back of her head, “Give yourself to the creature before you. I feel a warmth in you among the pain. Though I loathe your species for what you have done before and what you have continued doing, all life deserves to be preserved in some capacity.”

“What?” She asked aloud.

Her head began to pound and a fog descended on her senses making it difficult to think as her legs buckled and she nearly fell. Strong hands grabbed onto her arms to keep her from falling while a series of hisses and what seemed like words touched her ears. Becca’s vision and head began to clear and she looked up to see the Lemurian looking at her with a frown. Was it concerned about her? Did she deserve that alien stare reflecting such care in those glowing eyes? She didn’t think so. They had been treating this planet as a playground despite knowing that it was already inhabited and they took something that they should not have even after experiencing some sort of metaphysical warning. From what she had heard of other expeditions as well, humanity hadn’t exactly treated this planet with respect.

When she straightened herself and shrugged out of the Lemurian's grasp, she sighed, “Sorry. I don’t understand what you’re saying but I thank you. I’m fine.” The Lemurian nodded and she tilted her head, “Do you understand me?”

The Lemurian turned its head, brow furrowing as it brought up a hand and made a vague gesture from side to side.

Scientific excitement warmed her insides as she spoke in a hush, “Have you been studying us this entire time?”

Again, the Lemurian nodded.

Up so close to a Lemurian without being attacked, she again made note of the armor on its shoulders and ankles, the way that it regarded her and seemed to communicate. These were intelligent lifeforms and they had treated them as otherworldly creatures with the basic capability of thought or perhaps even less. Perhaps they could have brokered some sort of peace but now there was nothing left to do except find a way off the planet. Her suit and coat felt suddenly very heavy on her, even the gloves on her and the mask she wore. Getting off the planet was easier said than done but that voice said that she had a place here to be preserved as long as she gave herself to the creature before her. Why would she do that?

Tired. She felt more and more tired by the moment and she didn’t think it was any mental influence. The deaths of her fellow researchers weighed on her, the task she had at hand bringing her further down until she was sitting down against the wall of the cave with her eyes closed. There weren’t any impurities in the air and if there were then at least she would have discovered one last thing. Her gloves came off first, air that felt cool brushing along her hands before she worked the mask and helmet off. Sweat beaded pale cheeks and a hand came up to brush back blond hair touched by strawberry lines.

When she looked up, she saw that the Lemurian was crouched down with its head tilted, blinking eyes focused on one of her hands. She brought it up and saw that the Lemurian's gaze followed the wedding band she had worn beneath the glove. With a digit from her other hand, she touched it and then looked at the Lemurian who nodded.

“Ah. This is a wedding band. My husband gave it to me. He’s far away from here.” When the Lemurian did not respond, she placed a hand on her heart and said, “Love.”

The Lemurian rumbled at her word and nodded slowly before it brought up a hand. She wasn’t quite sure what she was supposed to see until she saw that there was a metal band of sorts around one of its digits. Black metal curled around the Lemurian's digit spotted by green gems that were absolutely captivating. Did they have a similar tradition? The Lemurian confirmed her suspicions immediately by touching its band to hers and then mimicking her motion with a hand on the chest.

“You’re married.” She said with a small smile.

Instead of nodding, the Lemurian took the ring from its finger and closed it within its palm. Closed in a fist, the Lemurian brought the ring to its head as it bowed with eyes closed.

It remained like that until she said quietly, “She’s gone. Dead. Was it our security team?”

The Lemurian's eyes opened and it looked at her before nodding. She reached out slowly and placed a hand on the Lemurian's closed fist before she muttered, “I’m...I’m sorry.”

A voice then echoed in her mind as she felt the cool scales on the Lemurian's fist, “Bare yourself to him. Your mate is far from here and there will be no escape. What you have broken, you will repair with a new bond. Worry not, I am certain he will be willing to share you with others. Life is precious so be thankful for this gift.”

She shook her head but found warmth flowing through her form as thoughts of a new life with the Lemurian flooded her senses. One of her hands came up to feel over her beating head as she muttered, “Perhaps there is something wrong with the air.”

Those bright eyes belonging to the Lemurian blinked in and out of existence before he opened his hand. He took it between two digits and offered it to her while taking her hand with the wedding band on it from her husband. Had he heard the voice too? Had he been compelled by whatever force was whispering in her mind? Oddly enough, she didn’t recoil from the Lemurian's touch and even found herself reaching out to touch the strange ring. In kind, the Lemurian touched her ring. She watched him for a moment, truly watched him, and saw that there was trepidation there. Those eyes were flickering away from her face to her hand as if he was trying to get a read on what she was thinking and his digits holding his own ring were shaking.

Taking her hands away, she breathed out and looked up at the ceiling. What was she thinking? Was a strange voice in her head all it took to break her vows? At the same time, what did it matter? How long would it be before she got home, would she even get home? These doubts plagued her and made it just so easy to give in, just so easy to bring a hand over her ring and slip it off. The gold band fell to the floor as she extended her hand toward the Lemurian. This was only fair, only right, and besides, would it be so wrong to allow herself to feel something good in what felt like so damn long.

The Lemurian tilted his head, long neck craning in a clear question but she simply smiled and nodded.

Becca didn’t question it anymore, deciding that she was too tired to even think about it as the Lemurian gingerly took her hand and slid the odd black ring around one of her fingers. At first, it felt like a large weight on her constantly pulling her down with little sparks of guilt but soon, another sensation overcame her. She felt energized as if she had downed a cup of coffee or two after a night of good sleep. Her body straightened against the wall she leaned against. Becca looked down at the ring and found herself wondering what in the world was this thing doing to her.

“My heart is yours now. We are as one. Our bodies may touch others for the love of life but our souls are bound and only together may we include others in that bond.” Said a quiet voice in her mind quite unlike the one full of command that had filled her dreams.

She looked at the Lemurian for a solid minute before she had something to say, “Was that you? Can I understand you now? What is in this ring? Why do I feel so strong?”

A chuckle touched her mind, reflected as a small rumbling from the Lemurian as she heard the voice, “The ring is made with power in mind, a power of bonds. A new one must be forged as my wife’s was lost but you are bound with me thus you share my power and I yours. That and the bands are given power through the planet and through powerful works. Any more questions before we begin?”

Becca blinked, “Begin what?”

The Lemurian answered by leaning to peck his snout against her lips, her cheeks burning with color. She was about to protest when he opened his maw wide and closed it over her mouth. A shudder ran the course of her form as the Lemuria's long tongue dipped against her lips and without complaint, she parted her lips to let his tongue slide against her own and trail down further. Warm spittle was swapped between them, her body growing hotter by the second as she was forced to drink it down and share her own. The exhaustion she felt from before was shifting and mutating into hunger as her hands came up by themselves to grab onto the Lemurian's head to bring him deeper into the kiss. More, she needed more of this sensation. It had been so long since she had felt something good, so long since she had felt anything akin to happiness and bliss. Whispering voices at the back of her mind urged her to sink further into this happiness, that she need not ever think about going home because her home could be right here.

It wasn’t hard to convince her. Neither was it difficult to ignore those voices in favor of concentrating on what was happening right now as her mouth continued to suckle on the Lemurian's tongue to deepen their kiss as much as possible until she had to pull away with a wet gasp to breathe in. Claws pressed at her coat and suit, the Lemurian growling just a bit as he planted a playful nip on her neck. Becca shuddered in response and caught the message easily enough. She got up and began getting out of her clothes. What danger could there possibly be with her new husband standing there? She had nothing to fear, nothing to be concerned about and so she stripped. First, her coat came off before she unbuckled and unzipped the suit that insulated her body. Her underwear came next, starting with the one-piece she wore then the rest beneath that. When even her boots were off, she looked at the Lemurian with a small smile.

Becca’s body was plump in the right places, breasts soft and large enough to sag just a bit and hips curved in just the right way with a rounded rear and thighs that kissed of fertility. One of his hands immediately grasped her chest gently, a thumb pressing against the nipple while a voice rumbled in her head pleasantly, “Soft...Do you like to mate as soft as your body is?”

Her cheeks burned with color as she breathed out quietly, “I think it’s more important to know how you like it and how your wife liked it. I’m yours to use after all.”

That voice in her mind grew to a growl as the grip around her chest tightened just a bit, “Then I will take you as if I were on a hunt.”

The growl in the voice, the primal urge she heard echoing within it struck her chest and made it rather difficult to see as she was suddenly blinded by a warmth that came from the band on her finger. This was just with one ring, how would it be with both of them? Before they could ponder the metaphysical uplink of the bonds and how it worked, she was seized by the ankles and dragged up into the air, her whole world turning upside down. She gasped and squirmed for a second before her shoulders were set on the ground and her legs were spread. Becca thought of protesting but her words became stuck in her throat as she witnessed the arousal between his legs. A genital slit parted as a smooth pink shaft slid out with a tapered tip, constantly growing longer and thicker with each pulse. It kept on growing until it was hanging just above her nose. The size of his shaft would make most horses back home look tiny!

While her heart raced and her legs trembled with the sight, her mind kept on working as a researcher, wondering if the prehensile shaft was used to impregnate females easier. It would definitely breach the womb and absolutely breach her womb and while that thought was terrifying in some ways, it was also arousing.

“Are you certain?” Asked the Lemurian.

She blinked and looked up at his bright eyes past his fat member, wondering just how rough he planned on being with her? At the same time, the fact that he was asking in the first place was comforting, to say the least, and so she smiled in her position and said, “I’m certain. Treat me as you would your wife...Or something lower if you wish, punish me for my people if you want.”

There was a pause before the Lemurian growled and brought his shaft down to her mouth, she opened wide and accepted the tip that was soon sliding into her maw and down to her throat where she shuddered as she could feel the odd coolness pulsing against her senses. She expected to run out of air pretty soon and braced herself for a throatfucking but was surprised to feel his fangs on her ass as he opened his maw and bit down over her ass. He didn’t sink his fangs into her skin, instead, his tongue came out to dip inside of her pussy, wasting no time in stretching her with that massive thing. It went in deeper and deeper until Becca could hardly believe that she was experiencing such a thing, a muffled moan escaping her as her toes curled and her body trembled in response.

What pleasure she experienced was balanced by a steady soreness that began growing in her throat along with a pointed sharpness digging into her rear cheeks from his claws clasping at her body so desperately as if she might leave. Amazingly, it wasn’t just her own emotions and sensations that she could feel. The Lemurian's pleasure pulsed through her form originating at the wedding band on her finger. Behind the pleasure and arousal was a deep-seated bestial hunger that could barely be held back as he kept on dipping his prehensile shaft inside of her maw but behind that there was a sort of sadness. He had lost his wife and had been encouraged by a strange voice to take a new one, to breed again, and be happy that there was still life to be held. Both of her hands moved to grasp his ankles as best as she could manage just so she could add some form of touch to his body to let him know that she was there as more than just a toy.

A moment of clarity touched her with that final thought. What was she thinking? To become this creature’s mate, to become his wife and more meant she was throwing everything in her past away, meant that she was giving up on ever going home and seeing her husband but had that life been so good? She wasn’t sure if these doubts were her own but they played out regardless. Becca had been overworked, had been cast aside as an expendable resource on a trip to a dangerous planet and none of her peers had listened to her except a choice few that were dead. These doubts eased her back into the mindset of becoming the Lemurian's wife. How easy it would be to give in and how easy it would be to simply accept that life would go on in a different way, in a different manner that would free her from all the stresses of her old life.

Punctuating her thoughts was a sudden thrust that had her gagging, that massive shaft pumping into her throat. The Lemurian was moving his hips downward to force more and more into her mouth as if he were breeding her and eventually, her nose pressed against the soft scales near his tail. He remained rooted inside of her mouth, his shaft pulsing in her throat as it released shots of pre she almost thought were an orgasm. Just as she thought, Becca had trouble breathing in this situation but the pleasure sliding through her form from that bestial tongue dipping in deeper and deeper kept her from thinking about it too much. At the same time, her digits squeezed tighter on his ankles.

His tongue slid out of her pussy just when she thought she might be nearing a climax, her lower body trembling as she felt every inch of that long thing sliding out until it was resting on her rear. The Lemurian pulled his maw away from her long enough to place both thumbs on her slit, spreading it open while his tongue came out again and dipped between her rear cheeks instead of her heat. Becca’s eyes grew wide as she felt his tongue dip inside of her rear, his shaft pulsing in response. She had to wonder if he was entertained by the softness of her ass because his member continued to pulse wildly in her throat while his tongue forcibly stretched her rear. Lords above! She could only imagine how it would feel to have his shaft pounding her ass and made note of the fact that her previous husband had never done this before.

Previous husband? Was that truly the case? In the peripheral of her fading vision, she could see the glint of her golden ring where she had discarded it and the whisper at the back of her head told her that she had done that herself without any influence. That was right. She had discarded her husband in favor of this one because there was no going back, there was no redemption for her here, only a new life that she could grasp with her own two hands and heart.

When her thoughts turned back to her current situation, the Lemurian yanked out of her maw causing her to gasp as her face was sprayed with pre. She thought about saying something but the Lemurian placed a foot on her head to keep her pinned to the stone while his tongue continued dipping inside of her ass. She groaned against his foot while trying to catch her breath, her body trembling while he continued to enjoy her body. Finally, his tongue began to slide out of her rear.

Answering her unspoken question, the Lemurian rumbled, “The first breeding between husband and wife shouldn’t be wasted on the mouth.”

When he took his foot off of her head and allowed her lower body to fall to the stone floor, she coughed, “I don’t know if you can impregnate me. Obviously, we’re different species so that should be impossible, then again, there are many things that I once thought impossible that exist on this planet.”

She yelped as she was dragged up by her head, her cheek pressed to the wall and her hips grasped to bring them up as she was forced to bend over and present herself while the Lemurian muttered in her mind, “You think too much. Because of that, you can’t see the things right in front of you. There is power here. If there is a force that can bind us, then there is a force that can change you. Eventually, you will bear my children.”

He said it with such authority! At the same time, she couldn’t help trying to question it, “But—”

Whatever else she had to say ended in a yelp as his fangs closed on her neck and one arm wrapped around her waist. His other hand clutched onto his shaft, easing the tip against her heat. It didn’t take long for her insides to part for him and with a snarl, he pounded nearly every inch inside of her. Becca squealed, her hands pressing against the cold stone as she felt numerous sensations crashing through her body. His hips began to jerk forward over and over again pumping his shaft into her pussy with the attempt to breach into her deepest reaches. The cervix kept on him from pounding in any deeper but she could feel that prehensile tip searching for a way to break inside. Perhaps he would have been gentler if she had asked for it but being rutted like this only pushed the impression that her old life was over completely. There was no need to think about the past when such vigor and life was being used on her now. Even then, her body could handle every little thing he threw at her because of the power of the band on her finger. She stood her ground and even began bucking her hips back while moaning like a beast in heat.

The Lemurian heard her moans, felt her arousal, and seemed to double his efforts in response. Claws came to the top of her back to rake down, the skin breaking to let flecks of crimson out while his other hand came around to grasp onto her chest and squeeze. She groaned as the fangs pressed harder against her neck but Becca realized it wasn’t because he wanted to bleed her but rather, he was getting closer. The throbbing of his shaft inside of her grew more frequent and stronger, her body shaking as she felt that massive thing begin to swell with every thrust. The whispers came again, the single voice among them telling her that she should steel herself for a surprise, that her body would bear the fruit necessary to take his seed without a doubt.

Such a revelation caused her to cry out in pure delight as she thrust her hips back and accepted every inch of his shaft as her soft rear slapped against his crotch and her womb opened for him with a sudden spark of pain eased by the pleasure of his constant grinding inside of her. Her husband remained rooted inside of her instead of pulling out, his shaft constantly twitching and throbbing while he brought his fangs off of her neck. Becca turned her head in time to receive his tongue against her lips, her lips that parted and pushed up to his open maw to suckle on his tongue and accept his love. Warm spittle was swapped between tongue and species, one of her arms coming up to wrap around his snout as best as she could manage as they continued kissing. More and more that swelling length inside of her pulsed until she felt a sudden gush of liquid. It was much less than she expected at first but that had only been another shot of pre.

Thick cum began to fill her like nothing else had, causing her eyes to grow wide and her body to shake, her legs nearly buckling while her womb was directly filled with cum. Becca felt something deep inside of her changing, an odd green glow from her band wreathing her and her lover for a second before everything went back to normal. Her eyes fluttered while her mind blanked out in the pleasure of her own climax joining the constant gush of cum inside of her. It felt like she was growing fatter from his orgasm and she could only imagine how it would feel when she was ready to bear his children and pop out an egg or two. An egg or two? Why was she conceiving thoughts of such things when she was a human and nothing else? She then remembered the whispers and her own husband's assertions and cast aside any doubt that she would bear his children.

A few more drops were opposite into her womb before it finally stopped. He was still hard inside of her but he didn’t move his hips as he pulled his mouth away to rumble and purr, “You’re mine. My wife. My breeder. We are bonded, mated, and together now. You will bear my children, this I know.”

Both of his arms wrapped around her to embrace her tightly against his form, locking her in place as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be taken by him. She did not need to think about leaving, did not need to think about the future right now. Becca only needed to think about the lover in her arms who had treated her so well despite the fact that he had broken her in so thoroughly. Even still, she knew he must have been holding back. There would be more strength deep inside of him and more that she would come to discover. She found herself thinking about what type of wedding band would be crafted to match the one she wore on her finger or perhaps they should get different ones. Instead of posing the question right now, she simply leaned the back of her head against the chest of the Lemurian and began to fall asleep. There were no dreams this time, only a land of gentle slumber. Her life had been preserved and what had begun as such a fantastic trip now had ended in splendor even if she was abandoning everything. And so, she remained on the planet full of love and corruption.