Slowly they descended though not without a series of firm slow licks on his part. Licks that certainly meant to arouse her and make her yearn for even more. The scent of those pheromones washed off her face finding a home within her nostrils though she was on edge, needing it, yet pushed to that very brink.

Gasping her flower tingled in the aftermath of that warm breath that washed over her. He was exceptionally sticky and her face was still smeared with his seed. Little trickled out of her either, clinging there or removed by his cleaning, perhaps AR realizing it, still aware but not fully. Breeding … eighty percent …. Alien ... It was all a jumble.

He asked her something. She was slow to answer, not because she was ducking the question at all but she had to work back to the question that had been posed to her in the first place. She doubt that these things hung around a water cooler comparing notes though the red beret marked her as one of the Tramps. That would make determining her identity easier though she doubted it would have been a challenge for him to find out.

“It's Bria,” she answered as he circled her in such a predatory fashion. He was a shark and he was looking for an opening. Though he was at the deeper end and she had an easier time running towards the exit now the thought had not even entered her mind.

Why had he wished to know that? Curiosity? Was he planning on making her a target again? That should have filled her with dismay but she actually found that thought settle in her head for a moment, not a pleasant one though why wasn't she rejecting it? Why was she not fighting this craving?

The water sloshed around her legs as she moved and did as he bide without thinking much of it. Her head beneath her arms she widened her hips then angled her ass back toward him water and his seed dipping off of her sex she turned her head to the side looking back at him. Cum surrounded her lips and some even dabbed against a cheek.

She was stunned into silence as she saw the third cock erupt from his body given that the angle of one just was wrong, much too low. Tentacles joined it too as those armored plates shifted once more.

But this added to the inhuman nature she was already aware of. Her stun wore off soon enough as her ass swayed back and forth.

“Please ...” With baited breath she gazed back at him. Please what though? She couldn't remember repeating her answer from before. “Please … fuck me ...” And with that he reached towards one angling against her, then the second and doing the same. One both were set flush against her she pressed back taking him in once more.

Thorak puhed his hips forward, slowly, almost deliberately so, in a movement that was designed, for him yet also for her, to savor the sensation, the tightness of the act, the wetness, that allowed him to push his cock in easily anyway, and the drag that her cuntwalls would exert on his member in the opposite direction,. Her body was slightly colder than he was, due to his giant energyhungry metabolism, yet even this cold sensation was sexy to the alien, a feeling hardwired to his libido to create arousal. On her part it would be the opposite, his cock would feel hot, as if the creature was suffering from a high fever, which he continued to spread into her pussy by thrusting in.

Thorak would grab her neck with his left claw, making her feel its callused surface on the nape of her neck, not forcefully, but to get a better leverage, holding her to counter the slow thrust of his hip not to push her away. To the same end he would also grab her ass with his right, which was easily big enough to cover both of her buttocks with his rough palm squeezing it with the long fingers and the thumb for no other reason than that he could do it.

“I know why you cum and cum and cum… hop from plateau to plateau…” the words sounded almost conspirationa, and even though the jumbled structure of the sentence took away from the intention, some of it would shine through. “...yearning final release… a shattering orgasm that could tear your mind apart… unreachable…”

The creature exhaled and inhaled slowly, the breath timed to end when his bloated cockhead would bury its bloated form into her cervix. The limbs that clasped about it would twitch and throb, stimulate the musclering that guarded her womb and which was still cramping slightly due to her previous orgasms in the attempt to suck in even more of his sperm. It was an intensely sexy sensation that felt tingly on the meat of his cockhead.

"There is a voice in your head still. Far In the back. Small… lowly… yet holding you back… What if it takes?... you fear it…“

Another stroke, long, strong, deep and luxuriously when the creature withdrew and pushed back in, meeting the rhythm of his drawn out breathes. His right claw clenched about her buttock, squeezed it, when he fought down the urge to hurry, instead relishing in the feeling of her cuntmuscles that made her pussy wrap tightly about the invading meat, forced into the shape of an O. Then another stroke, slightly faster, and another one, faster again, ending in her cervix, burying the cockhead into it, before withdrawing, and reaming her clit and her cuntwalls with the cocks bumpy surface in the process, with movements not only meant to breed, but to reap lust, from Thorak, but also from the girl he penetrated.

“…kill this voice… break its hold… murder it and crave what you fear, Bria… “

The creature bent forward, almost like an L, torso soon held up by the scythearms, whose tips the creature dug into the rock left and right of her, head looming over her, barely outside of her sight, yet sensible as an idea just at the edge of it, while the tentacles from its mouth would squirm down and twitch and twist just before her eyes. The thing increased its pace again, breathing in this rhythm too, breath becoming raspy gasps. The tentacles that grew from his back would touch her everywhere, squirm over her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her neck and her back, providing wriggling sensations when the trunks flicked over her nipples almost inadvertently, as if the creature craved to touch her in as many spots as possible while he fucked her almost gentle yet with a shadow of greed already looming within his movements, that grew with every thrust of his hips.

“…beg me to breed you… seed you… knock you up… and then cum with me when I shoot my seed, scream it out… grunt it out... rip the lid off that holds you down... and release it.”

Again the creatures movements increased in pace, turning from controlled, deliberate acts further into something from the realm of instinct driven rutting, gradually, thrust by thrust. Sounds were passing over from squishy slurping to a fapping, when his cockhead started hammering rhythmically into her cervix, while the sixfold testes banged their sticky warm forms against her sweaty thighs. Throbbing bumps and cramping ridges would ream their forms over her reddish swollen clit and past the flared lips of her womanhood with every thrust, and even the creatures grip on her neck and ass would tighten as he slowly descended into a rutting frenzy, timing the thrusts to drag her with him into it, until it would end in needy fucking.

Then his voice again, words singular, hers or his? Indistinguishable, yet each word timed with a hard fucking thrust that buried his meat deep into her folds.

“Monsters… exist… Bria... why… shouldn’t…. you…. crave…. them…“

The warmth of his body contrasted her own. Though not painful in the sense of touching a hot pot would have been there was no mistaking the warmth beneath those scales. He was hotter then the waters of the spring but not uncomfortably so. Twin cocks pressed into her, she felt them rubbing against one another as they pressed into her. Slowly but he picked up the pace gradually as if he had been loosing himself becoming more primal with each thrust.

He was deep too, so deep. The only one that had been deeper was Marlin and that was do to his unusual needs and his nature as a slime so she could not really count that. She could hear herself cry out, felt her neck pinned down as she should see the caver
n wall.

Sloshing water, their bodies clapping together he explored ever inch of her body with those tentacles.

Faster. He increased the pace, those hooks granting him better purchase as he rubbed her ass, meager breasts, wherever he touched. Clearly the orgasms had not let up as if he understood the make up of a human female's body quite well. He was only given those little ones though as if teasing at how divine the grand one would be. It kept her off balance, kept her from dwelling on things too much.

Words were pressed into her head along with those shafts that filled her. Was he a mind reader? Did he know? He was a telepath, such information may have been easy to obtain. Or perhaps it was guess work from past experiences she could not say which.

Yet something told her there was a difference. 10% … what was 10%? she couldn't remember … crave … crave what she feared? Yet there was already so much cum, it was guaranteed right? But crave? Crave what? Fear what? She tried to question things but forgot, the pheromones getting to her.

“Yes … fuck me … please … make me cum! Uh breed me.” Her words drugged and distant sounding. Yet those words took hold within her mind. Yet she found the more that she begged for it, the more she cried out for it the greater the pleasure.

Bria could feel those little orgasms ebbing as if he had with held them or rather was denying them and allowing that pressure to build within her growing greater and greater as time slipped by until he was ready to pop.

“YES! BREED ME! FUCK ME!” She screamed out cumming hard around him when he finally allowed for it. Feeling that infusion of warmth in both her holes as he pressed in with those now eager trusts that filled her each time. His hand had been keeping her both pinned and steady as her body trembled and rocked about him seeking out his own essence before she faded.

“YES…YES…YES…I…WILL…KNOCK…YOU…UP…!”

Every word came with a thrust, hammering his hot meat deep into her pussy and cervix, claws clenching on her butt and neck, pushing her back to counter the movement that made countless sensations converge in just one,when the aliens own lust became too unbearable to hold all those other movements consistent to the pure rutting, leaving only the one of being fucked,hard and relentless, as the one to cling to. Harder and harder, faster and faster he drove his hot meat into her sex and ass, long having decided than now he would release it all, hold nothing back for the next act, and swamp her insides, ass and cunt, with hot virile sperm.

“YES… I…WILL….MAKE…YOU…”

He fucked her as if only this counted, accelerating even further, fast and staccatolike he drove his meat deep, throbbing in the pulse of his heart and thus making her feel as if there was a second heart beating in her twat. Yet it was his cock and he would do it, there was no doubt possible, the movements were designed to send him over the edge and finally cum in her.

The scent of sex and cum was already everywhere around, mixed with the sweat of Bria who was so relentlessly fucked, body shaking in little tremors every time his cock hit bottom, balls slapping against her butt with smacking noises and grunts coming from the aliens throat in the rhythm of the copulation. Throb after throb ran into her, thrust after thrust that reamed her pussywalls in long hard strokes, relentless like a storm, a force of nature, yet driven by all those manly instincts that she would know she was serving just in this moment. He would cum... for her. In her... just there where it counts...

“…PREGNANT…”

He came, grunting becoming howling that was sufficient to drown the sounds of the storm outside, and his body rammed his cocks in, one last time, before it froze, thrusted them deep into her, locking the semenhole in his cockhead with her cervix, burying it into her musclering, before it shot its wads and filled Bria with creamy hot sperm. Did he cum first? Did she? It was impossible to tell in the general haze, yet her muscles cramped and milked him, milked his seed from the cocks that gave it generously, spat it into her body and would make her feel warm under her pelvis and in her bowels equally. Pinpricks in her cervix again, testament to the force in which the mating juice was released, every time she would feel a throb. Grunting and panting from him? Her? whenever a throb released new cream into her. Words in her mind, coming in sync with the throbs, sounding raspy and needy...

“YES BRIA... FEEL IT... WE… MATE… WE… FUCK… WE… BREEED…”






Sidenote: Rules of the board apply, no actual knocking up will happen on the board

His balls clapped against her ass as if he had been applauding her with each thrust that speared into her. From those smaller orgasms now to the big stuff she thought she would loose her mind in the bliss he brought. She felt the warm pulse within her that signified the beat of his heart, each gush as he filled her with that seed as he sent her over the edge. That final thrust producing as much of a gasp from her lips as the first had.


“YES BRIA... FEEL IT... WE… MATE… WE… FUCK… WE… BREEED…”

Then darkness. She faded from the world, for how long she did not know. Her dreams had been a jumble. Of fucking, of pleasure, it was as if there had been a portion of her mind that had been caught forever in a loop of pleasure. Then a scream as she felt something burst from her chest.

She sat up finding that she was still in the pool near the edge of it. Her eyes saw her swollen belly then she relaxed slowly realization that confused her and pleased her. She had moved, she woke and she had moved!

An after effect of his seed? Was she still dreaming this? She shifted so that she was sitting there on her backside, regretted doing it then laid on her leg as she looked upon the creature. How long she had been here she didn't know but the storm had subsided and the tips of her fingers were all wrinkly from soaking too long.

“I can move? That's never happened before ...” she was speaking to herself trying not to think about what just happened. She watched him though she would have been powerless to stop him if he made a sudden move.

“Too many horror movies … I have an over active imagination being a writer ...” wasn't that the truth, though when her own creations came to life she had to wonder. There were numerous dreams and figments that she had written down that seemed to come to pass. If he had been successful in breeding with her there was nothing that could be done about that except wait and see but that had been on the fore of her mind.

“Your breeding, how's it work?” She was hoping that it was no different then being compatible with his partners but she wasn't certain and that had her on edge as well as what happened if she were.

It sat on the other side of the pool, relaxed, laid back, somewhat lasciviously so. Arms were spread along the pools edge, other arms forming a mockery of an M with the creature’s torso where the center point would be, and the tips of the scythes resting against the rocky floor behind him. Legs srawled over the floor the feet would almost reach Bria. Together with the bubbles which the hot spring provided, he could have easily been one of those hip hop stars in their music videos, sitting in a jaccuzzi. The only thing missing would be two beauties left and right but one would almost expect them to join him soon. It was his abominable, inhuman form that would destroy part of this impression, yet even worse was his size. Its sheer size would make the distance between Bria and the monster look small even if it were at least one or two full swim strokes to reach it. As if the rapper didn’t decide to expect the beauties in his jaccuzzi, but in an, admittedly deep, wading pool. If the thing wouldn’t have been so alien it could have been funny.

His eyes were transfixed on Bria as she woke up, and most likely would have been a long time before already. Almost he had expected her to jump out of the water and run, nude, leaving even her carefully folded uniform, which, admittedly would be all wet from the ordeal and the sloshy water. She didn’t. She stayed. She inquired. How odd…

“I find a girl, we mate and she gets pregnant… you fear that my seed has somehow magical virility, guaranteeing conception hunh, Bria? No… I am physical, I am real… and I am bound by the laws of nature too… you might find this soothing… or not. “

The creature lifted two of the four larger tentacles, which grew from its back, and had proven to be such formidable grabbing and climbing tools, out of the water. It made a sploshing sound and droplets continued to fall back from them into the pool as the monster made them slowly coil and squirm over him and over the water. Why did he do that? To look more alien? Was it some alien rutting behavior? A “Look how large and stong my tentacles are? I am a good mating partner and our offsprings will have plenty of those…?” The creature didn’t elaborate on it, probably it just did it for the heck of it. Or it was just something subconscious…

”The… species… I belong to…” he began, but there was a noticeable pause before the word species, and understandably so. If his earlier claim to be able to breed with Bria, just by killing human males and drinking their brain, was founded in truth, if there were creatures able to do that, they would obliterate all distinction between species. The concept itself would become meaningless. The word itself would fall short. Nevertheless it would be the only thing even coming close to what he wanted to say, and so he continued, but got stuck in the sentence again, even longer as he seemed to consider something else, yet nothing Bria could infer.

“… that I… belonged to…” he continued, with an odd emphasis on the past tense, as if a species was something one could discard, something to take off like an old glove. “… comes from outside of your galaxy, from other islands of worlds. Your scientists marvel at Andromedas beauty through their telescopes, yet unbeknown to them it was turned into hell already aeons ago. They… come, they rape, they torture and degrade, they strive to make you despair, all in the name of their dark masters who live in the Unspace. Yet they are no scientists, no artists, no creators. They take. They have no autonomy and little creativity, they use what is given and then push along, optimize what is already there, but do not change how things work. They just combine. So their… our… seed may be more effective... More durable than a humans, surely… but even that has limits. From their perspective it would even make a terrible kind of sense: If you want to destroy a soul, what better way than to first give her hope, the possibility that it could have failed… make her cling to it, and then… see her shatter when this hope is taken from her. So no… Bria… It is not for sure. Just very likely.


The creature made a pause as if musing on something.

“But if it takes… don’t expect it to look anything like you… or me for that part. I was a vanguard… here to build a bridgehead…. I carry in me the genetic information of every species that was assimilated by them in the last billion years, since we were first created. Andromeda was just one of the many galaxies that was conquered, and each counted millions of lifeforms. The number of combinations is infinite. No Bria, it will be horrible to behold, disgusting… abhorrent. Even its touch will be nauseating.. And even that is a trick. What better way to take away a parents protection instinct, than make the child abominable… and then let it grow in the knowledge that it was unwanted, make it hate and hate and hate, and then give it a valve to release such hate on the universe, unleash true hell, all in the name of its dark masters by continuing their legacy in the next generation… "

His eyes were transfixed on Brias own gaze, it knew how shocking his words must have been, how deep they would cut. And so he added…

"Yet... if you are lucky… if you are very, very lucky… then it might be a girl. Anyway… it will change you. More than you think…. My turn asking now: when you woke up… you could have ran. You could have fled. But you decided to ask me questions… Why is that?”

She had assumed he was physical. There was nothing that hinted at anything else save for the fact that she was not uncertain how much information he could collect with his telepathy if any at all. It could have been that he was simply able to communicate in such a fashion though she began to remember something about numbers. Seventy or eighty, no guarantee but there was something that was confusing and that had been how she moved. She couldn't remember the last time she was able to move straight away after sleep so she suspected that there was something in that infusion of seed that seemed likely.

Bria could remember something about being able to breed with a variety of species. Did something on the genetic level act as some sort of side effect she wondered. How it worked, if it were coincidence or dealt with the hot spring she could not say for sure but she made a mental note of it and may find out in the future.

She had resigned herself t fate since she had no choice in the matter. The odds were high though there was a little hope there. But her main concern had been the birth itself, that wasn't change? She listened carefully both horrified and relieved at the same time. Nothing would burst from her chest she assumed when he came to the part of the child being hideous and shunned unless he was referring t love from society and not a parent.

But she had picked up on his disassociation of his species. Was he different? An exile? She had n idea how it worked though she thought about his mention of being a vanguard. Perhaps his definition of species had been different since they had been an amalgamation of so many.

Andromeda was a term she knew but he touched upon Unspace. She didn't know what that was. There were many unknowns in the cosmos, dark energy and dark matter, the uncertainty of string theory and the mention of other dimensions.

“Unspace … is that another dimension?” She thought more on it, he mentioned being a vanguard so sent from their to here or perhaps the first from the Andromeda galaxy to her own with the others advancing afterward but how long … was an invasion evident?

So many questions entered into her head but she was silent for the most part. Afraid of an army of these things bringing rape and devastation in their wake. But she even surprised herself with a small giggle. She quickly got a hold of herself and shook her head slightly to dismiss that action.

“Your species sounds like the Borg. Resistance is futile … well similar. They wanted to make everyone a Borg if memory serves.” She didn't watch too much TV other then horror movies but the sci-fi element had a few traces of that element that she dabbled in for research from time to time. She explained.

“They were a race of organic machines that collected others into their ranks and made them machines too. In your case you absorb them by breeding them out producing your kin and producing more in return after gathering the best of the genetic codes of others.”

It wasn't funny though, she just saw similarities. But there were a few more things forming in her head. First she would answer his question though.

“I could have run for the first time … surprise, in part but it wouldn't have done any good and at least I could learn something maybe. I suffer from sleep paralysis so when I wake I can't move for a few minutes so I've never had he option before.” She fell quiet for a moment though she knew how impractical it would have been, she didn't have a chance if he wasn't through with her and even if she managed it she would be wet and naked and would have been nabbed by a Prefect, with her luck it would be Daphnee too who surprised her in not acting callous toward her but she felt that the Prefect was just waiting for the right excuse …

“Your kind … when they mate, they don't keep their mates and just move on?” A practical question in getting ready for the invasion to come. She didn't like the idea of being tethered down to one of them but if the other option was to be victimized by all of them then it was clear what she would choose. “And what do you mean about a female child?”

She had thought about the whole child rearing situation, thought about how right he would be but kept turning it over in her head for now imaging all sorts of ills.

The creature rose in a complex motion, slowly though, hurry was absent to the aliens movements altogether, each move purposeful, energyconserving and carrying with it the notion of absolute self-assuredness. There was no need for hurry. It rose and came closer, lowered its head towards her such that she would even see the little greyish white veins at the rim of his otherwise taintless black, pupilless eyes, one of the many little impressions that proved that the creature was a natural thing, something biological like Bria, yet all so different too…

“You underestimate them if you think assimilating you through breeding is all they want. They are tools to create suffering for their masters, who sit in the unspace, the dimension next door, where all you emotions go. Breeding you out is not sustainable to that end. Whom to fuck once you are all gone? Whom to rape? I think you understand now how girls are going to be different from boys. We devour the genetic code of your males and why no use it in the way it was intended…? We murder your males until we find you sexy and then we just wait till there are no females left anymore? No… even if alien seed and gestation hormones will provide you youth and health a lifespan that rivals mine… slowly you will age... and Mars needs women. Its rare though… probably one in a thousand. It has to be, as we strive for overpopulation, such that we can murder each other for the right to breed you. But then.. when the hive is set up, when the pace is secured... the rate willgo up and one in two might be a girl. First the soldiers to protect the hive... then the means to produce exponentially more... So yes.. you will stay mine, until a stronger one comes… be it out of their ranks, or the ranks of my own offsprings….”

The creature lowered its head, inhaled, caught her scent, and it made the creature shiver, little tremors running through the whole body. He bent his torso down even further, and then his tongue extended and licked over Brias breast, slowly, appreciative, twisted the meaty tip around the little nipple and then pulled until it flicked of, making it snap back with a little thread of alien saliva still connecting tongue and teat. His musky scent was intensifying again, now that he was so close, wild an primal, it would crawl into Brias nose, while he raised his head until his alien eyes stared into her own eyes again.

"All this knowledge doesn’t help you any though. Search your feelings. Imagine how you tell your best friend… or the nurse to get a pill for afterwards… There is a reluctance… it feels quite akin to shame I have been told… growing stronger and stronger the more you think of it, finally rendering it impossible to disclose my nature, my existence.. or theirs. The more you want to do it, the more you don’t, a mental block but infinitely stronger. They intended it as just another trick to make you feel miserable, hate yourself for being weak, yet at the same time it prevents our victims from striking back. So it comes quite handy. How to form plans if you can’t speak, or even hint, about your enemy? So no… I don’t need to bind you down, I already bound you. When your belly starts to show, you can’t stay with your classmates, or your teachers… or anyone… they could find out. But where to go in your vulnerable state? How to survive? There is only one place that could accept you…. You will come back to my side. And I will keep you. “

The tentacles unfolded behind its back, started to coil over them, left and right, bent and twisted for no reason whatsoever but that he could do it. Probably it was really an alien mating behavior, a strange form of courtship that he was performing with her. They twitched and trembled though, as more shivers ran through the creature’s body, turning the performance from impressive into something from one of those dreams out of which you only awoke bathed in sweat.

"But I am not one of them. And neither will my offsprings be. I was, but the psychic connection was severed and I still don’t understand how. I can’t feel the masters anymore. I struggled with it for some years, but finally came to terms with it. It’s irrelevant anyway. It means that they won’t recognize us as any of them. How could they… we are the species of a billion forms. We will be nothing but prey in their eyes, nothing but brains to devour in order to breed with… you. But it also means, that I don’t have to accept that. There are no strings on me anymore. In all this universe I am truly unique. Though I am about to change it…”

His claw reached for Brias belly, almost gently, stroke over it on that special spot, in that special way, that indicated something precious was in there, as if it was already decided, as if nothing Bria could do would change that.

"...I follow my own rules now and I have my own purpose. And I have about a thousand years to prepare. My agenda is not so different from theirs anyway, and why not? I am not a nice guy. I am a guy of simple taste. I value life and I love to fuck and breed all the hot girls…”

Another lick, starting over her pelvis, which he did just stroke almost tenderly, running over her breasts and up to her neck, slowly, making her feel the heat again that his body was emanating, and which proved beyond all doubt that he was something real. His left claw would have shifted behind her back, holding her there as if to counter the act, holding her waist in his giant claw, fingers reaching down almost to her butt, while his callused tip would find rest against the meat of her tit.

"...I am just not bound on making you suffer. I rape… I find it pleasurable… I don’t care if you feel the same… but I also don’t mind of you do… I don’t need planets left alone on purpose, just so I can extract unsuspecting victims to feast on their suffering when they break through the experience. I don’t need to turn this galaxy into a garden of pain and despair. I am quite content if it becomes a garden of lust and fornication for me… and for our children…


Our instead of mine, the word was used on purpose, reminding that it were not only his, but would be hers too. His right claw would stroke over her belly and pelvis again, almost gently while the other was still holding her, strength sensible in the grip yet without intention to hurt, carefully balanced between touch and claim. Further and further down the sensation of his callused fingertips on her tender skin would feel, until the giant palm would push her thighs apart just by the virtue of its giant form, to allow the fingertips to run over her slit and clit in slowly repeating circles.

"In that regard I am probably even closer to the Borg than my former kin is: quiet content to replace the males of this galaxy and fortify its planets with my descendants… with our descendants… I don’t discard emotions though… or orgasms… or simple joy.

Another slurping lick, over her face, the alien version of a kiss almost, as the thing had no lips to speak of. It had tendrils, mouth tentacles which squirmed over her face and chin and neck while the tongue left its meaty and somewhat bitter taste on her lips.

"Thousand years are a long time and our kin is virile…“

She had indeed underestimated their goals. While she thought that they would simply breed out humans with the end goal being just one “species” though a hodgepodge one at that it was far worse then that. So much torment and death with a cycle that went on and on. She was forming a more nightmarish picture of it all. The invaders from beyond the stars. This Unspace another dimension though she did not know about how emotions had been transferred there either. There were plenty of things she did not know the particulars of though she got the gist.

The soldiers fighting for the right to breed. She would be his prize though for how long? Until he died but the process just began all over again with the next soldier. Her sole existence would be to breed though it seemed that they could do more than just provide a remedy for her sleep paralysis. Longevity too? But would it be worth having if she could effectively make no use out of it other than breed. What he revealed had been a mixed blessing.

“Uh ...” she did not know if he picked up on her fear or not. Basking in it, tasting her breast. That masculine scent had been in the air again though it never had quite gone away. Maybe because he was closer though he pulled back before long catching site of her with those alien eyes. Lust brought on by fear or an odd attempt to comfort her she did not know and the jury was out deliberating over that issue.

She was left thinking over his words. The isolation at not being able to tell anyone. At what would happen, of coming to him. Had something already been imprinted in her mind? Was there that feeling of shame, that need to flee. Had his species been so virile as to make any sort of pills irrelevant? But those words made sense too … she was confused, his words, her thoughts, that scent, all three mixing together to make her uncertain. Yet he would keep her, at least until someone stronger came along.

That may not be long though. She was sheltered from most activities treated as if she were frail do to her disorder. Just about everyone she could think of had been stronger or more capable outside her chosen field. She could write where most others struggled with it. She could create though the only creations she would give rise to had been the ones she gave birth to.

Then her eyes widened a little. She thought she might have hit upon something. Earlier that figure of seventy percent increased to eighty, an estimation but did thought have something to do with it? The power of desire? Could she actual shape the development of children in some way? She shuddered and dismissed that thought not wishing to think over all that just yet.

There was a measure of hope in what he relaid. He was not one of the swarm any longer and yet deemed no different than any other species. He was still driven to breed it seemed though she was thinking as to what that entailed. He could protect her for only so long when worse came to worse though the insight into his behavior let her understand how others would likely act not that she was the type of girl that enjoyed men fighting over her.

A thousand years to prepare … did that mean that was the time frame she was looking at? That seemed so distant, even if he was able to bring her longevity she found it tough to comprehend that much time. He rubbed her belly emphasizing that the deed was already done though she looked at him, she considered.

“If you are no longer one of them … if you are no longer connect then your offspring would not be connected to them right?” And the writer side of her grasped upon something as if she had been constructing an outline for her next novel.

“What if they are connected to just you? What if you've created a new species with origins to the last? Insects do it all the time …. bee colonies that grow to big, a new queen departs with a portion of the hive to spread elsewhere. Or maybe your the same species meant to start your own colony?”

She had not known if colony and swarms meant anything, her assumptions could be wrong but if he were a vanguard he was being sent away from the others and as far as she could tell maybe being apart from the others had been the trigger for his own separation. He knew where they were going too and either could prepare to fight them or simply go else where … she didn't know.

That hot touch could not be ignored. He was close and while not lost she knew it would only be a matter of time before he took his fill of her again and again and again if he had been so inclined. But she could see the difference that he was making in what he had earlier relaid to her, those things that stated that he was far from a nice guy but nicer then the others that followed in his wake.

He was so sure that she was with child and there was so much seed stuffed in her belly that that was almost a done deal. 1,000 years didn't panic her as much as not knowing and worrying about it each day. Nor was she focused on the breeding right now trying her best to sort out all the details he was relaying to her, worrying about things he could not change later. Even thinking a little about unwritten futures.

His words and touches kept bringing her mind back to the breeding for snippets. Her belief that there was something mental involved grew though she didn't explore those thoughts further or dread them any longer. Her thighs part with the barest pressure on his part feeling that large finger begin rubbing circles against her, drawing her attention to that touch.

Shards of pleasure washed over her. Her clit already nice and hard pulsed beneath his touch. “OH! N-Nice ...” A soft purr left her lips as he continued patting her in such a way.

Her hand rubbed against his finger sliding up and down. Borg … she registered the fictional creation at the back of her mind. A question entered into it though as he spoke about emotions bringing her back to another thing he had said earlier.

“What if the offspring receive love?” It was a question she had been curious about though she was being to get lost in that touch. With that “kiss” to she could smell the musk from that saliva closer and stronger now both intoxicating and thrilling.

The touch ended almost abruptly. What did she just say? Something else than lust woke in the alien, some aggression. Was he angry? Why that? How did that come to pass? The creature would step back from Bria, yet she would see hints of yellow flaring up in his eyes as he did so.

“How would I know… it never happened...” he would start, yet continue immediately: “Its not important anyway. What would it be good for? “

The creature would stand before her, erect, head almost touching the caves celing, as he stared at her through eyes that began to show hues of burning orange…

“...I remember 1 billion years in 10000 generations through my genetic memory, and neither did we ever receive love… nor did we give it. Because it doesn’t exist. Lust is real. Fear is real. Strength… is real. Love is a myth to lull you in… a waste of time…”

The creature was now on a roll. Behind his back the tentacles coiled and twitched, yet differently than before, making the thing seem taller even than it was, aggressively and almost threatening. He hammered his scythes into the rock left and right of Bria and lent forwards, head closing in until she would feel his hot breath on her cheeks. Yet he wouldn’t kiss again, in that alien way, tentacles squirming all over cheeks and chin. No, he would stare at her, as if he wanted to see for himself if she was serious.

“Are you trying to mock me? What is this question good for? Its impossible. Look at me. I was ugly for my father. I was despicable for my mother even more. It’s what I am and what I will always be. We are born to be hated, we are born to be feared, born for the things that really matter. You think “love” could change that like a magic potion. With the thing that will probably grow in you? Do you really think you could do that? Love that thing?...”

The creature snorted, the universal mark of disbelief. The head would withdraw again, he turned his back on her and slapped his flat hand on the water surface so hard, it created a minor flood in the little cave, when the pool went over its edges. His breath would be blowing quickly, signalizing an anger in the monster that had been brought about by a simple question. Why would it agitate him so much?

“...fight down the urge to recoil from it once it crawls out of you? You think you could stand its touch when all you want is to push it away, leaving force and fear as the only option to make you feed it? That you could desire to have it grow in you? Because "love" will prevail?...”

Another time the creatures head would close in, monstrous alien face hovering before hers.

“Prove it…”

Two words, merely a version of “as if...”, a simple repetition of his conviction that it was impossible. How would she be able to prove it anyway? It was impossible.

The change of eye color was tied to his emotions she felt, alarmed she wished to draw away managed to scoot back but did not run knowing it would do no good. She had to have touched upon a sensitive issue. Her heart sped up in her chest as he leaned in. The terror and fear there not knowing what he was going to do.

A simple question, one she had not meant anything by. Just a mild inquisitive one she remained silent unsure of how to answer, if she should answer. He was so large dwarfing her, the slap of the water loud in her ears as she felt the immediate effects of the water rise then spill over the lip of the pool.

Love was real, she had a love of writing but she had a love for life too and thus remained silent to preserve it not wishing to incite him further. Smearing salt in wounds or appearing challenging was a bad idea.

In her time her she had never seen any of them angered. There had been the mass of tentacles, there was just pain but that was different. There were sadistic ones but she had no seen one angered. She was afraid of what he would do. She did not move though, did not speak.

He even made that challenge to her to prove it. Of course she couldn't prove it, nor wanted to but …

When it seemed that he was waiting for an answer to the latest question she let it linger a bit longer. “Something unique has happened to you. I get that, it can be scary … but you have the opportunity to do something different, or not, but it is your choice in the end.”

She didn't answer the last question though, couldn't. How could she when she had trouble in even thinking about what could be happening this very instant. But this place subjected students to all sorts of things breaking them down to except all sorts of madness and if anywhere in the galaxy here was the most likely abnormal subjects to be found within her mind anyway. She simply touched on this strangeness that occurred, she didn't understand it herself but without so many words she attempted to stress that things didn't need to be the same. Sometimes less was more and she took that approach now.

Bria thought on this carefully though but said little else, there were things she thought of but felt uncomfortable about mentioning them least his violence not just be reserved to the water. She remembered quite well how he towered over her, the feel of that warm breath as if he were daring her to contradict him, as if he were searching for something.

But so close that he was she drew in even more of that scent that made thinking a bit tougher. She waited though seeing what sort of effect she had if any, awaiting his next move with great anticipation.

The creatures head hovered over Brias face for what seemed like an eternity, hot breath blowing against her skin, lips and nose, before the orange in the eyes was slowly vanishing, making place for the pitch black pupilless darkness. Then also the breath was going slower,more purposeful and controlled, as the creature seemed to get a grasp on himself.

“Yes… I figured already”

Given the alien way of communicating it would be impossible to infer what he meant, as jumbled pronunciation messed up the meaning. What was it? Agreement? Yes I figured already the same as you did? Disillusion? Yes I figured already you wouldn't be able to prove it? There was no way to tell just yet.

The creature lent forward and slobbered over Brias face with the long tentacles that surrounded its frightening maw, licked her lips with his meaty tongue in a debased imitation of a kiss. The creature simply lacked the proper tools. It was not really tender though. There was desire behind it, and a claim, and greed and lust. And while he “kissed” her he would speak further in her mind:

“...it is a strangely liberating truth though. You are a beautiful young girl and I am a disgusting monster… You can never say yes, and I… won’t ever accept a no. I will always rape you… It is natural…”

Well... at least it was clear now what he meant with "i figured already"

His claw pushed between her thighs again, spreading her legs by virtue of the size of its giant palm alone, and began to rub over her clit again, circling, then rubbing, then circling again. The same almost hungry urging that was sensible in the creatures kiss on her lips would be sensible down there too. The wantonness with which he did it, the lewd expectation of things that were to come.

“There is no need to consent, I take away this obligation….What freedom, what simplicity... You don’t have to do anything against it... because you can’t do anything against it anyway. I rape you…”

The creatures tentacles bent and coiled about Brias breast, encircled them with their hot slimy trunks, and squeezed. The other hand clasped its palm over her left buttcheek, and squeezed. The head of the monster wandered over her face, facial tentacles leaving slimy traces of alien saliva on it before she would feel his breath blowing against her ear, almost as if he wanted to tell her a secret. It were no words though that left its throat, but a strange knocking sound almost as if large bubbles were pooping somewhere in the creatures lungs.

“…Your soul is never tarnished, even if we do it like animals, grunt out our lust and cum and cum and cum. Because I rape you… it’s what I am. It’s what I do. What a small price…. We only have to let go the ambition to be anything else than what we are… “

The monster lifted Bria onto the edge of the pool and spread her legs with his claws. His breath was going faster again, and his eyes were glowing, still slightly aggressive yet… of a different kind. No angry but purposeful, up to no good. The kind of eyes that spoke “I will fuck you now…” in a silent promise. Then he positioned himself before her. The intense scent of musk would crawl into her nose again as the giant cock, only the one, the main thing that had taken her so often, would rub over her pelvis now, leaving slimy traces of alien precum on her skin.

“I am gonna rape you… and you are mine to be raped… again and again... no mercy, no remorse no shame… just sex”

She had no idea if she had angered him or he had been agreeing with something he had already considered. His warm breaths had been close but not saying anything had seemed to work as he calmed down visible. His declaration was simple. They had been from different worlds, different mind sets and different species altogether.

Bria could assume one of two things. Either he would let her be if the breeding failed determining it didn't work or she was incompatible for whatever reason or he would seek to try again provided it did not work. The later seemed more likely given what she had gathered about their rights to mate. That was an issue for later though and she tried to stay in the present for now.

He took him with that kiss, so alien and yet unmistakable. It was as if he had been claiming her in some fashion as she could feel the very real emotion behind it. Not love but lust, need. His hand was so big and he would find her clit still erect. Had she not noticed? Had that musk pushed her closer to an aroused state? She could not answer.

He knew he was different and stuck in this pattern. The way he repeated that word 'rape' made it feel to her that he was trying to convenience himself. They both knew the fate of the students here, she knew she had no say in these things when it came to the more monstrous guests.

That hunger was there as he lifted her to the edge of the pool. That precum making it clear what was in his mind. She tit not know why she did it at the time but she held her arm out like a traffic co to halt him. Though the gesture wasn't universal to her people even. She had heard it said that the same gesture in the Middle East didn't mean stop but come forward and he was from another world or this Unspace that she did not quite grasp … dimension was possibly a better fit.

“Never?” She glanced to that stiff rod, her arm falling away as she considered that saying something he wouldn't believe was as good as challenging him. So she switched gears, said something more believable at least though whether he believed it or not didn't matter as much and wouldn't set him off she thought.

“I won't raise any argument about it this time.”


Precum against her pelvis, she widened her legs placing her heels against the edge of the pool ready for him to proceed knowing that she could not stop it otherwise she chose to simply accept it and worry about everything else after.

She would feel the slight change in the way his claws held her, claimed her as his with their strong seizing grip, holding her thighs apart. A nuance less straining, a hint more tender. There was a pause in the creature’s movements. Deliberate? Unintentional? It was hard to say. The monster inhaled and exhaled and his eyes began to glow in that eerie yellowish orange again. Something had changed in the thing, yet it didn’t seem to diminish its desire. During his claims of having no other purpose than rape and breeding, the movements had almost been factual, technical, goal oriented… he did what he had to do, he did what he wanted to do… Now there was something else.

“I will make you mine…”

The voice spoke unvaried in that detached way, that was unable to convey emotions. It were the actions that did. His claws slid up her thighs, which were wet from steamy water, until they pushed into the hollow of her knee… slowly, almost as if the creature was savouring the anticipation. Gentle… almost… yet bound by burning lust which would be visible in the four eyed alien gaze. Then he pushed… and enjoyed it. This was different… there had been girls who had played cooperation, driven by fear and despair yet this felt different… Their eyes were different, their voice sobbing to the point of breaking. Not with Bria.

The strange mix of alien sex drive and absorbed human libido reacted to it with…pride, which only infuriated his lust even more. Oh how he wanted her now.., fuck and breed her… own her… not just as a glorified brood mare, but as a woman… Lust pictured her coming to him willfully, wanting to please him… completely submitting to him as a slave or more even… probably she could learn to…

No… that was impossible… he was fooling himself… or was he? Slaves were a human concept… remainder of what he had absorbed from the men he killed. For his own kin other species have never been more than brood ovens, meat that was fertile, yet the very idea of having her... willfully... was so sexy that it had a life of its own… She was giving herself to him…? Already…? No… She did it to survive… she had no choice anyway…did she?

He wanted to believe it... he couldn't... this dilemma created an uncertainty that made the act even more exciting, a sweet burning feeling that irradiated from his abdomen and drove him on…

“.. with neck and crop…”

Then he pushed his hips… slowly… and the alien glans with those feelerlike limbs that were clasping about the flesh, pressed against the folds of her womanhood and parted them. What he did say could have been a sentence uttered by the “old” Thorak too, a threat… a promise of years of sexual violation, while in fact it was more some outspoken part of the visions that his own lust provided him with. This has never happened before, a girl not raising an argument, a girl acting, not reacting. Not in milennias, and now… could it really be? Was it possible?

“Yessss….. Bria… every ounce of my seed could count… and yet… you risk it…“

The monster was lost too far in this web of lust inducing notions, as that he could have questioned why it even mattered all of a sudden… questioned those remainders of human libido that urged him to keep her forever, make her his slave and teach her to desire him, just as he desired her. Then his cock penetrated her, made her labias clench about his meat and force her clit against the bumps and rigdes. He felt it and it created another surge of lust in the alien, one that made him exhale gruntingly

“If it takes… I will make you mine completely… a first among many... a slave… a broodmother… a wife….. you shall live forever in my hive and fuck.. and breed… and our children shall rule this galaxy…”

Slowly he pushed further, alien chest rising and falling, the hot alien cockmeat already throbbing in her cunt in the the rhythm of the alien heartbeat, it was as if he wanted to savour the process of penetration, as he pushed in bump after bump, ridge after ridge into her, eased by the slickness of her sex and the fact that it would still be adjusted to the strain from the fucks before… And then he began to fuck, slow motions at first, each one designed to let her feel every inch, bump and ridge of the alien cock, as the reamed along her inner flesh.

“Feel me… ride me back… abandon the notion of a normal life, you are a fucktoy for monsters, you might as well take pride in it…”

Pride.. deep male pride, that was what he was feeling… odd that only one of her sentences could bring this about. And it mixed into his desire like a catalysator, sparing flames of burning lust...

Bria was true to her word. She did not complain or resist. She allowed him to dictate the pace though seeing that he was so large it would have been all too easy to hurt herself. But there was something different, a certain calmness fueled by that lust as he pressed slowly inside her.

She could feel those claws against her wet thighs. The warmth of that water never cooling given the warmth in his touch. Each bump and ridge felt keenly and she gasped when her clit felt the press of his body. She couldn't be certain as to his thoughts, he was far more alien then anything or anyone she had encountered thus far and a simple misstep set him off before. But it seemed that there was something deliberate in all this.

Those pheromones were all about in the air and her own curiosity at gathering information lead into this. Had it been that taste of cum? Or was she actually enjoying this now that she had let go of her earlier concerns.

“Gawd ...” that felt good. His claim at being made his had her thinking about that coming invasion. Though it was too distant to worry about now she had the image of his kind attacking the earth, violating some and killing others but she would be spared from that in a sense. She would already be claimed.

Neck and crop … she was unclear as to what he had meant. Leash? Collar? Riding crop? Images of a dominatrix filled her mind for a moment as he filled her. He was too massive for her to wrap her legs around him but she set her feet against his hips further widening herself. With the girth of his cock though she was pretty well stretched out around him. Tightly entrenched about him despite this considering his size.

She focused on his eyes, trying to read those alien thoughts. The color of those eyes had been a clue at times but would they change in other ways? She created things and thus she often got caught up in details that others didn't. Like his taste …

She nodded though as he mentioned those risks again but she had been beyond caring at this point. Well, she did care but more to the point she wasn't concerned with it at the moment. As far as she had been concerned the damage was done. Though the risks were greater with more seed at this point she didn't think it would make much of a difference.

“Live … for -AH- ever ...” was that even possible? How did that work? Slavery? Yet there was a difference too, being the first … her mind could not wrap around being bred forever. A threat? A promise? His eyes had remained the same though and she felt that he was being sincere.

Glancing down to her belly she could see that large cock moving inside her. She had wondered for a moment if that seed did take, she certainly looked the part.

She already knew that students here weren't going back to a normal life after all this. The school would have been exposed before now. At the least there would be gossip that no one took seriously about monsters or aliens, she didn't know what. One looked like a demon and Thorak would have been the first alien. Perhaps the school had both. Her hands grasped his chest stroking against it as he took her.

She got a reasonable hold and combined with the one he had on her she was able to move against him. “Ahhh … ohhhh ...” She moved slowly, testing how deep she could comfortably take him. Each time his member hit that sweet spot in her at the apex. Feeling each bump and ridge though should have been enough …

Yet she gazed back up at him and grinned. She wasn't just submitting and laying there now. Her movements slow, deliberate as she participated. Not just that but she offered a recommendation. “Do that thing do … part way … those other tendrils ...” She didn't think that those tendrils could get all that far out of that cock but she didn't need them too.

In parts they would stick out and rub against her adding to the bumps and ridges she was already feeling. Another experience? Another thing to learn? Or a means of seeing how stuffed she could get? She had no clue herself as to which.