"*pant pant* nghhh!...Master....please...more..." The craven woman whimpered as she was descended upon. Natasha found it so easy to fall back into the submissive role, particularly when the reward was the soothing pleasure of being filled with a hot throbbing shaft. Her toes curled behind his back while her body still clung to the man. She still wasn't capable of rational thought to try and understand what was happening or who this was as all that mattered was his groans, his thrusts, and feeling of his lips suckling at her aching breasts.

The agent writhed below him as those tepid walls continued to caress and bathe his shaft in need but soon that warmth was replaced with emptiness as he withdrew. The ache within her returned and she would have whined for him to thrust inside of her once more, but that wasn't needed as speared deeper within her than anyone had before. The agent's once vice-like grip onto his body was broken almost immediately as the agent fell back onto the bed. She wasn't in pain or suffering from his depth, quite the opposite. The agent trembled below the stranger, her lean muscular body struggling against the tide of pleasure when he hilted himself within her. Her conscious right hand fell to the bed to grip vainly at the sheets while her feet would drag up and down across the bed as every nerve ending within her womanhood seemed to be firing all at once. Natasha would wantonly beg the stranger to stay like this if her voice was capable of anything other than groaning or gasping.

The poor agent was then subjected to even more torturous pleasure as she felt fingers surrounding her pearl. When those fingers began to stroke and squeeze the small bundle; the agent was electrified with bliss. She would rock her hips from side to side in step with the man's as he toyed and stimulated her aching pearl. Natasha was starting to feel overwhelmed by the stimulation bombarding her, but something was missing and Natasha was feeling aggravation creeping up her spine. As incredible as the pleasure was that was washing over her, it wasn't enough. She'd spent so long stroking her pearl and nipples that it was nothing more than torture now. She needed the primal pleasure of sex; something she'd never craved this much before. Her half-lidded eyes would stare down at the man consuming her breasts with a gaze that grew more savage with each movement of his fingers. The pollen obviously had a side effect that was rapidly manifesting in the agent.

He could sense her thoughts and feel that need, that torture as if it were his own. That was the drawback to his gifts and usually the greatest reason why he so enjoyed delivering pleasure opposed to pain.

Aegir experience what his partners felt while he was in mental contact with them and while he could suppress that ability going without the sense had been like severing his own arm off if he were human. That lose of sensation would have been enormous.

But at the same time he continued to feed the flames of this torture. There was no need for her to call him back as he filled her, that shaft of his plunging deeply within her, a small twist against her now at the apex of each thrust as his fingers continued to circle that clit, one way then the other as he felt that torture increasing especially now that he had been enhancing her pleasure.

Primal … he was going to do this anyway but had been urge soon given her need. He stopped what he was doing drawing her legs from around his back and slinging them over his shoulders, that large cock sling out of the depths of her body as large claws settled on her breasts, squeezing them softly.

“That is enough for now, Pet,” a finger moved to trace her slit, the retractable claw gone as the feline creature gazed down at her. He grinned, barely able to hold back his own needs at this stage ass he draws her legs from his shoulders.

“Please me and perhaps I shall grant you more.” He pulled away slightly so that she could move out from him, his cock wet and full, precum now collecting at that tip as he looked towards the naked agent, the next move was her own of course.

[i]"Wha-What's going...nghn!...on?!"[/i] Natasha thought to herself as her glazed eyes tried to focus on the figure in front of her. She remembered how good a warm familiar male human body felt draped over her but now that was gone and in it's place was something else familiar. The agent needed a moment to focus her drowning mind on who was infront of her, but the moment it bore it's demonic Cheshire cat smile she knew who was sat infront of her.

"...Master..." The dazed woman whimpered in a hazy tone of longing. The hearty agent would've normally fled from the felinoid alien, knowing how powerful and possessive he was from when she wore his collar, but now she was lost between reality and fantasy. All that occurred to her now was how empty she felt and how much her womanhood ached to be filled. She knew how well he knew her body and how good it felt to be taken by him.

His calm and commanding voice called to her to take her place again as his pet, a command that had no other response than yes. With his command her eyes fell to the glistening rod throbbing between the alien's defined legs as it wept precum. Natasha didn't hesitate for a moment while rolling her body to kneel on the bed. She crawled her way toward the alien before kneeling infront of him and leaning in to serve him. She could smell so much musk, either her's or his or both it really didn't matter to her. Centimetres away from his shaft she would look upon it once more on the verge of smiling before her eyes closed and her dry lips would take his member.

She would moan softly as she would stroke his shaft with her mouth. Her tongue would bathe and coat his shaft in warm saliva while it tenderly caressed the pulsing organ, pressing itself into it's tip to collect the droplets of alien lust. Her firm hand would take a hold of his shaft's base, just below the swelling that would seal their bodies together when he orgasmed, holding his member still so she could unabashedly worship her alien master's shaft. She wished that her left hand would move as that ache would never stop and she craved him to mount and fill her, she needed something to calm the lust dripping from her own swollen petals.

She cut such the sight crawling towards him in her hazy state where it was tough for her to keep her focus. As it were the intensity of the poison burned brightly though his veins as he groaned with that sweet contact upon her.

Even in her state Natasha had such a long history with this feline creature that she could not help but have her subconscious take over.

Another groan part his lips given the movements of her tongue as she tasted the precum that had collected there. “Mmm, such a good Pet.” He stroked the back of her head with a clawed hand. She knew quite well that he could crush it in an instant if he were ever displeased and remembered what those clawed hands did to his own people but this time it was a gentle hold that made him purr deliciously.

His hips moved back and forth forcing her to take a little more though he was not frantic about it despite the hand at the back of her head ensuring that she remained in place while he moved slowly back and forth pleased with her teasing thus far.

Her fingers upon him had not been the one sided for he had decided to “pat” her. Reaching around her hip he brought a finger against that wet sex, it scaling up that gash, then descended just as slow as he stroke her in a teasing fashion.

“That feels nice, Pet, but I know you can do better. You do want to please Master, right?”

The agent groaned as her body arched below the imposing creature, every stroke of it's claws stoking the fires within her. She pulled free of the shaft to bury her head into the sheets for a few moments to writhe below him under the strain of it's constant torment. "Gghhn!...NghaAAHH!....mmmnn!" She pushed back into his claw in an almost pathetic attempt to push his finger into her wanton body and grind her hips as if begging for him to do more. It wasn't long before the pleading woman realized that she wouldn't receive mercy from him as he seemed to take so much delight in turning her body against her so that she would be trapped in a prison of pleasure. She quickly lifted her head to once again take him into her eager mouth.

The soothing caress of her tongue and lips would end as she threw her submission to the wind. She needed something more and her only way to receive it was from this domineering creature above her and that primal lust for sex couldn't be ignored. The naked agent was a sight to be hold as her vibrant violet hair contrasted with the fair colour of her white skin, her tall and imposing figure seemed so small when curled up between the legs of the powerful alien, her smooth rounded bottom was hard and firm from all of her years of kickboxing training that it would yield just enough to conform to the shape of the creature's claws, every movement of her defined muscles were easily seen from the sheen of sweat coating the driven agent. The tempo of her suckling and licking would double as she unabashedly consumed her alien Master's member. She needed him to be pleased so he would take her again. She would happily breathe in his musk, eagerly drink the thin alien precum coating her tongue, her tongue felt as if it was licking every part of his member all at once, her lips were like a second hand squeezing and stroking as much of his length as she could take, and her only functioning hand would massage the thick and swollen base to sooth the tight bundle of nerves there. From everything that Aegir had taken from her mind, he knew that Natasha was uncomfortable with sex but from what he felt from her eager worship and the feeling of contentment that was flowing through her he could tell that she had been well trained. Her moans would reverberate across the length of his shaft and it was obvious to the disguised Aegir that her moans didn't all originate from the stimulation from his fingers. He could feel the heat radiating from her sex as his long talon-like fingers were coated in thin nectar that dripped unendingly from her to dampen the trimmed thatch of violet hair adoring her sex.

Aegir of course had been amazed by this, an act that he had received countless times over the eons of his life but he was driven now, that poison insisting on that pleasure as lips and tongue worked against him.

He fought the sensations that washed over him. He had wished to do so much but that poison had fought against the telepath who was so use to torturing but pleasing his victims. He snarled, partially in pleasure as she went to work against him with jubilant speed.

His finger continued to rub against that slit always threatening to pierce the veil of her body but near doing so. His free hand moved to slap her ass hard enough to sting but not hard enough to hurt. He then rubbed her rump back and forth for a moment as he silently took notes before his hand drew away from her ass and settle upon her shoulder.

Through great difficulty he managed to push her back to the bed. Not that she was stronger but because he wanted this so much, his own gratification.

“Pathetic, Pet. You are too eager to fetch your reward. However, you are injured so I will overlook this and show you how it is done.”

He spreads her legs apart bending down, the quivering pulse in his body relaying that his words were contrary to the truth. He took himself in hand pumping slowly against his length for the need for gratification was great.

With the other hand he reached up and captured a breast that he squeezed, the tip of one claw pressing to the tip of her nipple as he twirls it back and forth beneath that claw. He licks at her labia, tracing the edges of it with his that thick tongue of his.

It swirls over the edges, nice and slow, then follows up with a long slow lick straight up her slit that flows over her clit, exposed by that aphrodisiac well before he had arrived here.

He made slow licks against her sex as if it were an ice cream cone, denying her that fateful plunge just yet.

Natasha jerked and arched below the alien as it fed on her. She was more than willing to follow his every movement when he'd positioned her, only recoiling from the spank he'd delivered to her firm bottom. She cringed from the strike but never broke her rhythm in pleasuring the creature. She seemed to block out the universe as all that mattered was the ecstasy of the alien and the hope that in return that he would bring her the relief that the poor agent was being driven insane for.

Her long body was easily rolled over and hoisted over Aegir's shoulders leaving her defined and endless legs draping over his back. The young woman watched him intently like a dog eagerly awaiting a morsel of food to fall, but in her case it was the vain hope that he was moving her into position to thrust back inside of her. It was almost heartbreaking to see him pulling back from her but that changed as she felt his hot breath cascade over her lips and his horrifying maw lean down to consume those petals. Aegir would find that the agent's over-stroked sex was waiting for him. As the alien dove in, his head would be immersed in the unmistakeable heavy aroma of the woman's arousal. Her near crimson red labia were coated in tantalizing nectar that would cling to every taste bud that stroked those hot lips. Aegir could to now taste her previous orgasms as it was easy to conclude where so much nectar had come from.

The agent rocked back and forth below him, moans, whimpers, groans spilling out from her in response to his licks. Her legs would stretch out when he found a particularly sensitive spot and her small toes would curl and clench in tune with the movement across her over-stimulated pearl. Her right hand to claw at the sheets to pointlessly try and dull the overwhelming pleasure from the alien's licks. Even the agent's left arm began to twitch, possibly from the venom finally beginning to subside or just following in step with the body-wide spasms caused by the alien's licks. Her full breasts would push out into the large claw that surrounded them. She would arch into the grip of the powerful being to demand more as he massaged and kneaded her silken mound while he toyed with the pebble-like rose nipple that seemed to electrify her every time he tweaked it. Her curtain of bright violet hair drew in Aegir's eyes to the sight of the agent's flushed faced while her head rolled and arched. Her expression was on the verge of torment and ecstasy. Her dry lips would never close as she was either panting in exhaustion, moaning in pleasure, or pleading for mercy.

"GHAHHHN! Nghnaaahh!!! ...Master..GGhhnnnhh...it's...it's too m-ngh!...too much!" She whined as her body buckled under this almost painful stimulation. She was more aroused more than ever before. She was more stimulated more than ever before. She was more craven more than ever before. She was on the verge of tears. "Master!...GGAAHANN!!...Master...I..I'm sorry! ...Please!...ghnnngh!"

For once he could feel what the agent was going through as the poison rushed through his veins with each pulse of his dual hearts. That need grew, the need to have her, to have more and only sheer willpower kept him on track here.

Her let his eyes look up to her tortured features as his hand closed about her breast as he continued to play with her and by contrast himself as he made that slow jerking motion over his hand as if he were slowly teasing his way back inside her, just the memory of that union stone enough to cause him to press on, to make him want to pull away to encase himself back into that tight sheath of hers to feel that never ending pleasure.

But Aegir managed to keep it all together as he licked around the labia, not given in just yet as she surrender, as his tongue coursed over her. Instead he changed his method of attack letting his tongue roll over that clit as he lavished it with attention.

Slow, yet powerful licks tracked over the agent for the next several minutes as he collected the scent of her aroused body into his nostrils, his mind monitoring her own had followed her own arousal and with it steadily increasing as it were.

Oh, if this was a fight she'd be tapping out offering up her surrender. His face left her giving the illusion of speech though really it was all telepathy. “Pathetic. I am not done teaching you Pet, now learn your lesson in patience well.”

He went back to work upon her teasing those soft folds but never entering her with that tongue, not until his own release had built to the point where he was using slow, yet powerful stroke on himself, that tongue filling her then as it pushed inside the agent. It touched at her walls, curled about the pink passage and drove in at a slow and steady pace until it had filled her though not as fully as his magnificent rod would have, his head bobbing back and forth steadily as he drank up whatever nectar that her all too sensitive body offered up.

From the state Natasha was in, she could barely feel her body anymore or it's warnings. She couldn't control herself anymore. She'd craved his alien shaft so much that, the moment anything similar filled her channel, her body would erupt in joy. The moment that the alien's tongue finally breached her flower's petals, the agent came.

When the alien's thick tongue eased it's way into her slick depths, the silken walls lining those depths collapsed around him. Each rose wall would spasm and convulse around him as if making love to his tongue. If he craved more of the poor woman's juices then he would be overjoyed as his tongue was bathed in the nectar that ran from her inner walls. Her labia clamped down on the base of it's tongue as if trying to trap it inside while the appendage curled and lashed at her inner body. Outside her long athletic form arched into a near perfect curve and forcing her head down deeper into the mattress to accommodate her body's explosive pleasure. Both of her hands latched onto the bedsheets and tore into the fabric as she balled them so tight into her harsh grip. Her legs would curl back on themselves to allow her feet to bend back against the alien's massive arms to use her small toes to try and grab a hold of the massive alien. The agent looked as if she'd fallen into an epileptic seizure as she spasmed, twitched, and writhed below the feeding alien.

"GHnngh!!...Ahh!....Ah!....Ngh!" There was no scream, no shrill cry of ecstasy, just a few whimpers and moans as her voice was so tired from so much moaning and screaming. Her "orgasm" lasted a few dozen seconds before her exhausted body collapsed limply back onto the bed.

Moment's after the agent rounded the peak of her third orgasm the ache returned, just as it always did. Her womb once again chanted for a creature's penis, any penis. Every thought in her mind laced with the desire for sex an begging for and end to the constant foreplay. The pollen really was insidious. It wouldn't relent. No matter how many times the agent came. No matter how much she was stimulated, it wouldn't relent. It only wanted one thing and Natasha was starting to believe she would never receive it. Had the alien slipped a collar around her neck to enslave her for the rest of her life, she would happily service him with pride in front of the entire crew of the Apollo. Had the alien wanted to parade her lust-crazed body around that station to declare his ownership of her, she would eagerly display herself so that every other alien could watch with envy at what they would never have. Even if he was going to breed her with it's offspring, she would cling to him and beg for his seed earnestly. Anything. Everything. She just needed him to take her.

Really? He saw those images dancing through her mind as a telepath. Of course he could deny her freedom if he wished it but he also knew that with a strong subconscious desire that he was certain to get her in such an uncompromising state … no, it was a big galaxy and he tried to keep to his word but he had the now.

While there was no point in asking her pointless questions about her enjoyment as he knew her mind he could barely stand it for he wanted to fuck the agent senseless again.

Every fiber of his being wanted this and as a telepath he shifted things her perceptions changing until she was surrounded by trappings of the Apollo. She was laying there on the deck, there had been agents all around casting their gaze upon them, Aegir still in the guise of her Master of old.

“Now, show me what you have learned. Teach your fellow agents and if you stop before the rest of my crew gets here not only will these women share in the festivities but you will as well.

“It is my right to take any prize I desire on this ship and I just may have found her. Now, show me why you are so deserving of my prick.”

Aegir looked down at her with borrowed eyes, the need to take her strengthening, his dick throbbing as a trickle of precum collected at the very tip of the cock that he presented to her then.

Natasha looked about the room as her bedroom bled away into a sight that carved into her very core. Pure shame welled inside the vulnerable agent as the trappings of the lounge faded in around her, however it was the people that faded in with those trappings that shamed her the most. The crew of the Apollo gathering around her to watch the two intently. Some of her closest friends were among them; from Lieutenant Larisa who oversaw the Apollo's docking bay, to the older Dr. Mayhew, to Private Stephine who operated the communications systems. She felt them all staring at her and appalled at what they saw, many whispering to eachother about how “Tasha wouldn't do this!” As thick as the aroused haze was around the agent's mind, the heavy shame she felt at seeing her crew watching her caused her to finally react to something more than her sexual needs. She hung her head, wrapped her arms tightly around her breasts, and folded her long legs to obscure her soaked womanhood.

The agent remained knelt on the floor while she felt those countless eyes staring down at her. She had never felt so naked before and when she finally was able gather the courage to lift her head her eyes met herculean alien lion creature sat proudly on a lavish chair that served as his throne. Up until this point, the disguised Aegir could tell that the tormented woman didn't really care who or what was using her. She was so desperate for sex that the young woman couldn't really recognize her old Master, to her it was just a massive creature with a massive shaft who called her it's slave. Now, in such a familiar setting, both for Natasha and from her memories with the real Lyran that Aegir was impersonating, the agent finally could see her old alien Master.

He came from a jungle planet and his race was similar both physically and psychologically to Earth's lions. They operated on a pride social structure and still held onto “Alpha” class structures. When he claimed Natasha as his own he used the agent frequently in lounges, in meetings, or even on his station's command centre in full view of his crew or slave's he'd just captured. He always purred to her that her body was everything he wanted. His passions would always be flared when he used her in public. Due to all of this, not a day went by that the agent wouldn't have some part of her coated in his warm alien seed. She would never admit it, but she missed him. She was lonely without the alien's constant presence; and now here he was again exactly as she remembered him. She wanted to crawl to his feet and service him or climb onto his lap to let him use her again, but the thought of doing any of that infront of her crew, her family, she couldn't. At least she couldn't for long.

The agent was proud, strong, and dedicated, but she was also lonely, overstressed, and aroused beyond measure. She was paralyzed on what to do. She wanted the alien and his throbbing maleness, but she couldn't debase herself in front of her entire crew. Thankfully, the universe showed some pity on the unraveling woman by the felenoid alien declaring that she had to properly pleasure him lest the crew find themselves enslaved. This point could allow the agent to save face, and somehow beyond the haze she could see it. Now she wasn't surrendering to her body's needs and her passionately denied submissive longing, she was just protecting her crew.

The agent rolled onto her hands and knees and slowly crawled her way over to the regal alien, her hips swaying tantalizingly. “Yes...*pant*...Master.” She began, her soft words coming from memories as this wasn't the first time she'd made this humiliating proclamation for her alien owner. “...Claim me as your prize. You have deemed me worthy *pant* and I will serve you eagerly as your trophy. You *pant* are the strongest and most cunning of all and deserve no less. Display me to all of your rivals so that they will know of your greatness and live only in envy of you.” Aegir couldn't feel anger or shame from what she said, only eagerness and an amount of happiness.

As the tall woman finished the well rehearsed proclamation, she'd slowly stood up in front of him. She turned around to present her back and backside to him before leaning back to lower herself into his fur lined lap. She was not taking a seat in his lap but rather taking her place as his slave. She dropped her right hand downward to cradle his imposing shaft still feeling their slick juices coating his throbbing organ. Eventually her tired petals would feel the weeping tip of his shaft toying with the opening and causing trembles to course over her entire body. She would close her eyes and breathe deeply in preparation before she continued downward and finally took him into herself again. It was one smooth motion as she was so wet that resistance didn't exist. She took him completely into her hot welcoming sex, every tepid inner wall soothingly embracing all sides of his pulsing member. Her voice rang with pleasure as a long whimper accompanied his penetration, all while her entire body shivered in his lap for the feeling of Aegir's shaft pushing into her. This was why she was trained to face away from him, not because the alien didn't care for her but because it wouldn't allow others to watch her reactions to being taken by him. Her moans, her trembles, her movements, everything was to be seen by everyone as her pleasure was a reflection of his prowess. He wanted every slave to crave him so that his crew would always be inferior to him even in the eyes of the station's harems. Now this same purpose was being used on the agent's awestruck crew.

While Aegir couldn't visually see her, he could feel the raw emotion swelling inside of her: happiness. If he could see her he could see the smile curling on her lips when she felt the alien shaft filling her entirely. She rolled her hips at first to let the sensation of being filled by his alien member sink into her, she could feel every vein, every rubbery barb, and every throb of the swollen base. Soon that primal need called to her and she would raise up again only to push down onto his member again. It was a slow rhythm at first as the agent was basking in the feeling of him and the fact that her womanhood was finally receiving what it had craved for so long.

As the agent started bouncing on his lap, she felt those terrible claws reaching up again to consume her breasts. Her eyes would open again as she moaned passionately for him, sinking into bliss. Until her eyes focused on a figure in the crowd that she could now see from her new position in his lap. It was the only person she couldn't let see her as a wanton slave. Her Captain, her friend, her crush; Captain Mai Nguyen was watching her ecstatically servicing an alien.

He had intended on her proving her worth with her mouth but this was better for his need was to great to correct her. He needed that connection that feel of her surrounding him again like he needed no other before, the poison flooding him as his body's metabolism worked to purge the poison coursing through him.

But he felt that loneliness, those things that she could not admit and knowing that he also knew what to use to entice her should they ever met again. Seeing her old Master in exchange might have been a lie to herself but a tempting one at that.

His hands swept over those full breasts and a tongue licked at her neck. Her servitude was cherished and her submission complete it had seemed … no … he picked up on the state of her mind and looked towards the one that she had regarded as a grin spread across his features.

Later … he knew or rather hoped that the poison would be purged from his system soon enough and once it was he had more options to draw upon. As it were though he needed this himself her rising up into her as she came down upon him meeting part way. He could hear the clap of their bodies as they were drawn together, his groans adding to her moans as he trembled inside her welcoming core.

Had she been paying attention she would have seen it was not just the crew of the Apollo out there but rather some of her Master's crew indicating that a large force must have taken the ship.

Whether she knew or not Aegir counted on the drug to cloud her mind as to how she got into this position bouncing on the lap of her old Master as if she had never left his side.

“Yes, Pet, show them, show them why you are favored, what makes you the best in both devotion and body to me. Show them why you cannot be replaced,” another groan washed out of his mouth this time a gush of hot warmth filled her womb though the poison drove Aegir on, he never stopping or slowing down as he pressed into the agent, Aegir was in a fog himself though he had the advantage of having multiple minds so to speak and as it were there was one that was still at work capturing and processing the information that entered into her hazy mind.

His pace grew a bit faster though, that need near overwhelming at this point as he took her again and again with stronger thrusts.

“Your body has not forgotten how to please me, perhaps I should return the favor.” With his telepathic abilities it was easy for him to find her erogenous zone with a little probing. Once he had found it it was a simple adjust as he got that angel right as he pressed against it with every other thrust he made into her core.

“No. ...Captain..don't look.” The agent murmured as the two women met eyes. Natasha turned away in humiliation, but as much as it pained her to be seen like this her pain wouldn't survive long against he onslaught of pleasure she was being inundated with. Her own thrusting had stopped when she'd noticed the Captain watching her, but the Lyran disguised Aegir never did. She tried to hold it back, she tried to maintain some composure infront of her crush, but her body wouldn't have any of it. She was finally and truly being fucked as she'd desperately wanted. It wasn't long before her gasps returned and whimpers bled from her lips just moments before she began to moan for what she thought was her old alien owner.

Her head rolled back to face the restrained Captain to look upon her with half-lidded glass eyes. Natasha was too far gone to notice that each crew member's wrists were bound behind them or even the various grinning aliens scattered about behind them and watching the two intently. Then the alien's unyielding claws returned to capture her ripened mounds, squeezing, kneading, and rolling the receptive flesh to drive her higher. His heated breath sent shivers through her causing her to subtly leaned her neck into his wide tongue as he tasted her bare flesh. The poor agent was being overwhelmed over and over again and now she had to deal with the fact that her wanton need for sex was being watched by aliens, friends, mentors, and her crush. Her sexual repression was being obliterated by every heavy groan she heard from the alien who was taking her. He was the strongest, and most deadly creature she'd ever seen and he wanted only her as his slave. They could all see that and she started to feel that some of them wanted to be her right now...and there was a small part of her that felt sad for them that they would never know how good this was.

His voice then reverberated through her as he urged her like an incubus to unleash her lusts. The agent then looked back into her Captain's widened eyes and thought to herself. “I'm doing this for them. ...I'm not giving into him. I'm rescuing you. ...I don't really want this.” Her eyes would close as she would lean back to drape her long body over the chest and shoulders of the massive alien lion creature to follow his command.

Having let her lust override her better judgment and pride, her waist began to roll and let the silken walls of her sex soothe the pulsing meat thrusting into her. It would have been a slow build-up as she wanted to sink into the feeling of sex again but that was before she felt a brief gush of warm fluid inside of her. Something awoke at that moment. It was like a shark who'd caught the wiff of blood in the ocean. It wasn't long before her hips would then start to return his passionate plunges, driving him further into her that only his shaft could reach. The two increasing their passions as Natasha's well-trained body used every muscle at it's disposal to ride her illusionary alien Master. She held nothing back now as she realized that the itch that was driving her mad could be scratched. She moaned for her Master openly and laid her own comparatively smaller hands over the monstrous claws consuming her breasts. She pressed his hard claws into her breasts to urge him to take her as hard as he wanted as she would ride him as hard as she could.

“...yes!...Yessss!..Master!...” The agent called out passionately, while internally a single thought drifted through her mind.

“...I want this...”

Dulling her pain had ensured that he did not have to hold back even as she paused above him he eagerly joined them again and again as their hips came together, his member throbbing inside that core as she encouraged him on with the press of her hands over his claws.

“Look, Pet,” he purred into her ear in a whisper. “See how envious they are of you?”

She could have denied most people though Aegir could and did press into her mind. He could feel her enjoyment building within her, the excitement that swept through her as her own movements drove her against his length as she plunged down over him, delicious groans of approval pressed past his lips as she stabbed down over him.

He pulled her back with those hands roaming over her breasts as his tongue went back to slow licks on her neck. He was caught up in the moment, her back pressed to his chest to his back, another spurt of his seed launching into her depths and would have rolled out of her had it not been for his cock lodged inside her like a cork.

One of his claws leaves a breast as he points at the captain, Aegir still poisoned but able to resist it better now as a lot of the poison throughout that half hour or so that they are joined in such a fashion.
He was panting against her ear as he recovered, that need rumbling for attention though he fought the urge right mow.

He points to the captain. “Bring her forth.” He drew Natasha off his shaft, his own cum rushing out of her then as he sits her on her knees in front of her as Mai is free of her restraints.

“It does no good to have a dirty Pet, clean her,” he says to her captain while stroking the back of her head. He was not going to drink his own cum … though in truth Aegir had picked up the desire that floated through the agent to arrange for this.

There is some hesitance on the part of the captain and Natasha hears her Master sigh then he nods to some of his men that begin to shred her clothes with knives, stripping her until she is in her undergarments alone.

“Show her how to clean, Pet.”

Natasha reveled in the rhytmic thrusting the two shared as they drove eachother to their equally needed releases. The young agent easily losing herself in the moment, being back in the arms of the one creature that made her feel special, powerful, and small all at once. She actively encouraged him to exploit her body, from squeezing his massive claws harder on her captured breasts, grinding her searing and sweat coated body against every milimeter of alien flesh and fur, bearing her neck to his teething and licking, clamping her creamy inner walls around the thick alien member filling her core, and all the while her voice would sing for more in a seemingly endless stream of gasps, groans, and moans.

Suddenly the woman reveling in much needed relief felt her entire body light up in pleasure as she felt the magnificent alien suddenly pulse inside of her. Something happened at that point and without warning, the woman's voice was stolen as her body began to gyrate overtop of him. She would sink down on him completely and did everything she could to ensure he couldn't leave her. Her flower gladly drank the alien seed that painted her inner walls, drawing it up into her body to douse the roaring flames of an animal like heat that'd spread within her. The agent had no particular love for her old Master's seed as it was more the symbol that mattered to her than the substance, but now it was obvious that his cum was what she truly needed. She seemed to melt overtop of the alien commander to lounge in his ownership as she happily let him continue to line her core in thick alien cream. Laying spread across him and panting heavily in her completely drained state, the unrelenting need for sex was satisfied for at least a moment.

The agent was barely lucid when she was returned to reality by the alien's claws moving her body to the ground. She whined in protest openly when he pulled free and shivered as she felt the hot fluid leaking from her well used sex. The agent barely seemed aware of her surroundings when she was kneeling at his feet, especially of the mature indignant woman standing above her. She was in a dream-like haze now and happily nuzzled the hand that stroked her lovingly, having completely abandoned her strong persona for the slave role that brought her so much pleasure.



Natasha's mind was heavily clouded by the pollen's effects and it was proving difficult to pull clear images to create these fantasies of her friends or the Captain through the hypnotic need for sex. Aegir could find a clear connection to the Captain after some time as Natasha would follow the woman like a puppy it was like a beacon through the fog. He could see that the woman was determined, feirce, and unyeilding when it came being a Captain of an A.D.D. starship. He could also see that Natasha adored her confidence, grace, skill, strength, and knowledge. He could see that Natasha had more than once scheduled her exercise sessions to coincide with Mai's so that she could watch the tanned Captain as she exerted herself expressly so that Natasha could watch the tight clothes cling to and pull on her mature and voluptuous body. From those thoughts Aegir found many memories of Natasha curled up in the same bed he'd found her in, in much the same position, in the heights of orgasm fantasizing about pleasing her Captain.

When Aegir had returned from probing the lost agent's mind, it was to the sight of the two sharing a long kiss. While Natasha had immersed herself completely in the gentle lips of her superior, Mai was obviously confused and embarrassed. Aegir watched as Natasha's arms slipped around the woman's neck to draw them closer as Mai finally began to reciprocate. To Natasha it felt as if she'd been immersed in a dream as not only had she once again felt the throbbing orgasm of her Master, not only had she experienced one of the most fulfilling orgasms in her short life, but now she was kissing the woman she longed for. Emboldened by those thoughts the violet haired agent drew the nearly nude older woman to the floor and draped her equally long body across her increasingly flustered Captain. Natasha was moving to finally disrobe her Captain and fulfill another long held fantasy of seeing and touching Mai's perfect body.

"W-wait! Liutennant!...Mmmmff..mwhaaa!...No st-mmmmff...*gasp*...Tasha...please...don't..." Captain Nuygen's deeper womanly voice pleaded back as her cheeks began to flush.