Their Human Vessel

by Lizzy Bequin

  But could it really save her life?

  She would have to trust him. It was her only hope.

  Corrie’s questioning, journalistic instinct kicked in. There was one detail she still didn’t understand.

  “Why?” she asked. “Why do you want to save me?”

  “I can tell you this, little human, I’m not doing this out of the kindness of my heart,” Vorne growled. “I’m keeping you alive for a reason, human. I’ve got plans for you. Big plans.”

  Corrie shivered at the sound of menace in his voice and in the way he glared down at her with those deep, alien eyes churning with green fire.

  “You want to live, don’t you?”

  Corrie looked up at him and nodded. The expression on her face, the trepidation in her beautiful brown eyes, the way her perfect white teeth worried the plush pink cushion of her lower lip—all of this quickened Vorne’s heartbeat and redoubled the hardness of his aching member.

  “Yes,” Corrie whimpered. “I want to live.”

  She wanted other things too, but those remained unspoken.

  The time for speaking was over.

  She parted her lips and Vorne’s hard, ridged cock slipped into her wet mouth.

  CHAPTER 11

  Corrie had to open her jaw wide to take Vorne’s hard girth. When she gripped his shaft, her middle finger and thumb didn’t even touch.

  Vorne’s member was heavy and warm in her mouth. Corrie kept the soft, spongy pad of her tongue pressed to his underside, and she started to bob, first sucking the slightly pointed tip, then working deeper, until his shaft was sliding in and out of her mouth.

  Above her, Vorne growled.

  Corrie opened her eyes and looked upward, across the rippling expanse of Vorne’s muscular, blue abdomen and chest. The alien’s own bearded face was cocked skyward as he groaned with enjoyment.

  This was really happening. Corrie was pleasuring an alien with her mouth.

  It was so wrong.

  She didn’t even know Vorne. In fact, the only things she did know about him were that he was a vicious killer and that he was an alien.

  God, they weren’t even the same species, but they were doing...this?

  Corrie reminded herself that it was a matter of survival. She needed this to live—literally needed this alien’s semen in her stomach. That was what her rational mind told her.

  But her body was sending all kinds of other, irrational signals. Her nipples, which were exposed by her torn shirt, had stiffened into painful buds that felt as though they might burst at any moment. Her clitoris was not faring any better, and wet arousal was moistening her panties.

  Something clenched between her legs, like a small hand desperate to grip something.

  Corrie knew what it wanted. It wanted to feel all the ribs and textures of the long, hard alien member sliding between her slippery lips.

  That cock was like nothing Corrie had ever imagined. The length of the shaft was ringed with ridges, and at the top, bottom and sides each ridge had a little extra bump, like a soft, smooth spike, that was clearly designed for stimulation. She felt those bumps and ridges gliding over the pad of her tongue.

  “Kweellux,” Vorne purred above her as she sucked.

  The muscles of his abdomen tightened. His thighs twitched, and his massive cock bucked in Corrie’s mouth.

  He was enjoying this, enjoying her mouth, and something about that made Corrie shamefully aroused.

  The big alien cocked his head downward and their eyes met. Those frightening glowing eyes seemed to bore right into her mind, penetrating her every bit as deeply as the long, hard alien cock that was penetrating her lips.

  “Good,” Vorne whispered, smoothing his hand over Corrie’s short hair. “Good human.”

  Corrie moaned around the thick meat filling her mouth. She sucked him deeper.

  The prong of his tip brushed the back of her throat and Corrie felt her gag reflex kicking in. She tried to pull away, but that massive hand cupped the back of her skull and held her in place.

  Above her, a feral rumbling sound issued from deep in Vorne’s chest.

  He was forcing her to take it.

  He was reminding her exactly who was in control.

  Corrie’s mouth filled with saliva. It spilled down her chin. Her eyes watered, blurring her vision and striping her cheeks with tears. She coughed and sputtered, the sounds muffled by the massive dick filling her mouth. Heat rose through the arteries of her neck and flushed into her face.

  Panic washed over Corrie. She patted Vorne’s taut thighs, trying to tap out. When that didn’t work, she pressed harder, trying to physically shove herself off of him, but that massive hand held her in place.

  “Calm down,” Vorne said, “You can breathe.”

  Corrie discovered that the alien was right. The sensation of literally choking on his cock was only an illusion. But the discomfort, the sense of being invaded and defiled was all too real.

  At last, when it seemed she couldn’t take any more, Vorne relented, allowing Corrie to draw her head back, but not all the way off him. His cock remained in her mouth.

  As she glared defiantly up at the alien, he reached down with his other hand and thumbed a tear from her cheek. He lifted the wet finger to his lips and tasted it.

  Then he pushed into her again. Corrie made a muffled squeal as that long dick slid to the back of her throat once more.

  “You feel good, little human,” Vorne groaned. “Your mouth pleases me very much.”

  He was clutching her face in both hands now, fucking her mouth with long slow strokes. With each plunge of his cock, she started to gag again, but the alien did not relent.

  “Relax your throat.”

  Relax? Corrie wondered how the hell she was supposed to relax in a situation like this. But she found, after a moment, that she was able to release some of the tension in her throat and accept Vorne’s thrusting penis more easily.

  Still, it was hardly easy. Her jaw ached from his girth, and her eyes continued to water from exertion.

  “Yes,” Vorne growled. “Take it, human. Submit to my cock.”

  Keeping his member buried in Corrie’s face, Vorne tilted her head back until she was facing straight up and he was positioned directly over her, not so much thrusting now as squatting, plunging his dick deep into her esophagus like she was a circus sword swallower.

  It was overwhelming. Corrie squirmed and pressed against alien thighs that were as hard as granite columns. But Vorne showed no mercy. He continued ravaging her throat with long, deep strokes as the most humiliating squelching sounds issued from her drooling lips.

  “Take it,” he growled. “Swallow it. Drink my seed.”

  Vorne’s cock pulsed, and thick fluid gushed into Corrie’s throat. The semen slid down her gullet and settled warmly in her belly. Vorne had his dick shoved so deep she couldn’t even taste his release on her tongue.

  He was coming inside of her belly, filling her up with his alien seed.

  “Good,” Vorne grunted. “So fucking good...”

  At last, Vorne let her go. Corrie fell backward, her lips sliding off his textured shaft with a loud slurp and trailing strings of saliva churned with his cum.

  Now she tasted it. The intense salty flavor saturated her tongue. She collapsed onto her back, panting. Wetness trickled from the corner of her mouth.

  Already, she could feel it.

  She could literally feel Vorne’s alien seed nourishing her body and invading her cells.

  Corrie had tried Juvanis before, of course. Practically everybody had. Well, everybody with enough money. She had only taken it once or twice, however. She had no interest in living forever. Still, she was familiar with the strange, energizing tingle that the drug brought on.

  Now, however, she had just ingested a massive dose fresh from the source, and the sensation was intense. The warmth in her belly radiated outward in orgasmic waves, re-energizing her muscles which only a few minutes ago had felt weary and sluggish
from the poisons in the atmosphere.

  But it was making her feel other things too. Needs. Desires. Hungers that she never could have imagined.

  “Vorne,” she whimpered, staring up at the alien warrior standing over her.

  She noted that his blue shoulder still carried a fine spray of blood from the morning’s violence. That should have freaked her out, but it didn’t. Or perhaps it did, but in a way that she liked.

  Her eyes drifted toward that massive cock again. The flow of Vorne’s pearlescent fluid was finally abating, but his meaty prong was as hard as ever—as hard as the ribbed horns sprouting from his heavy brow.

  Wasn’t his erection supposed to be going away? That’s how it worked with human men.

  But this wasn’t a human man.

  This was an alien.

  Corrie’s mind raced back to the events of last night, and her discoveries within the facility. She thought of those cylinders filled with aliens. She thought of those tubes, gurgling with a never-ending supply of milky semen. Even the alien that had escaped had ejaculated twice in the short time she was there, and after he was loose, he was still clearly horny and ready for another round. That alien would have sated himself inside Corrie’s body if the guards hadn’t arrived and started shooting.

  This time, however, there were no guards.

  The alien standing over her had killed them.

  And he wasn’t through with Corrie’s body. Not yet. Not by a long shot. He had saved her life with his healing nectar. Now, the green flames in his eyes made it clear that he meant to extract his payment.

  Before Corrie could close her legs, the massive alien fell upon her, his humongous, naked body covering her and enveloping her completely. His pelvis pressed against hers, and he humped her, stroking his erection against her apex and smearing the crotch of her pants with a mixture of saliva and semen.

  Corrie cried out, first in shock and fear, then in shameful pleasure as the ridges of that demonic member rubbed against her tender clit through her clothes.

  She cocked her head down and stared in astonishment at the massive cock rubbing against her. God, if it were inside her, it would reach to her belly button. She could scarcely believe it had fit inside her mouth.

  This was so wrong. So dirty and unnatural.

  Corrie slapped her hands against the heavy slabs of Vorne’s chest, shoulders, and bulging biceps. But it was useless. She might as well try beating away a marble statue that had collapsed on top of her.

  The alien buried his face against her throat, lapping her flesh with his rasping tongue and nipping her with his sharp teeth. Corrie squirmed.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “We can’t. You can’t...”

  The alien beast’s insanely powerful hands gripped the tattered edges of her top and completed the rip that had been created by Burgess’s razor. Corrie’s bare breasts jiggled free. Her mouth was pleading with the alien to stop, but the stiff pink buds on her chest told a different story.

  They were begging to be sucked, licked, bitten.

  Vorne’s eyes widened with predatory hunger at the sight.

  He dipped his head, devouring Corrie’s breasts amid a welter of animal growls and groans. He drew her pert nipples between his lips, sucking them so hard it seemed he was trying to suck them right off her chest. Her aching nubs engorged from his suction, and the beast flicked and strummed them with his tongue inside his mouth.

  “Oh God,” Corrie shrieked.

  The onslaught of sensations was overwhelming. His mouth ravaged her breasts. His fingers clenched and pulled her hair. And then there was that long, hard pressure moving against her crotch. The fabric of her pants and underwear was wet through, soaked from both inside and out.

  “Vorne, we can’t do this,” Corrie moaned.

  The alien pushed himself up, and Corrie thought he was relenting. But a moment later, those massive hands flipped her roughly onto her belly in the dirt.

  “What are you doing?”

  Her cries were answered by the sound of ripping fabric. Her top was the first to go. Next her pants were torn to shreds, exposing her legs and butt. Vorne’s big fingers curled under the elastic of her underwear.

  “Wait,” Corrie shouted. “Stop!”

  With one sudden, violent motion, Vorne rent her panties apart. The breeze ghosted over Corrie’s bare ass and tickled the wetness between her thighs.

  Now Corrie was completely naked except for her socks, which offered no protection against the dominant alien.

  Vorne shoved her legs apart, and she felt his meaty prong pressing at her entrance, kissing her hole with the oozing remnants of the load he had spilled down her throat.

  “Oh my God...”

  The one mercy that Vorne showed her was that he went slow, savoring the slip of her well-greased channel around his cock as he invaded her. His girth stretched her out, and the muscles inside her pelvis ached as they strained to accommodate his circumference. Her soft inner tissues conformed perfectly to his textured shaft, and she could feel every single detail as he slid into her—every ridge, every bump, and every vein.

  At last his tip parked itself against her back wall.

  This was it. He was inside her. All the way inside her, skin on skin, raw and unprotected.

  He held himself there for a long moment, just stirring his dick around her interior, abrading all those tender spots a simple thrust wouldn’t stimulate.

  “Fuck, you feel so good inside, human. So soft and warm.”

  Corrie’s walls fluttered and squeezed around him.

  This was what her body so desperately needed, despite the best attempts of her brain to deny it.

  She tried to say something, but all that came out of her mouth was a kind of wet, mewling whimper.

  Then Vorne’s gentleness ran out.

  With a rough jerk, he yanked Corrie’s body up off the ground and onto all fours with her ass pressed against his pelvis, and he started to fuck. The little oasis was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin.

  “You need more seed to survive,” Vorne growled behind her. “Just to be safe.”

  His cock slammed into her again and again. Raunchy squelching sounds issued from her fucked hole.

  “I will administer this dose to the proper orifice,” Vorne grunted.

  “Wait,” Corrie gasped, “You can’t come inside me. I’m not on contraception.”

  But the brutal rhythm of Vorne’s cock did not let up.

  “Contraception? I do not know this word.”

  “Medicine,” Corrie moaned. She found herself barely able to form words. Her voice stuttered with the rapid, relentless thrusts jolting her whole body. “Medicine so I won’t get pregnant.”

  Without slowing his pace, Vorne tossed his head back and roared with laughter.

  “No,” Corrie gasped frantically. “We can’t do this. It’s so wrong.”

  Demanding fingers clutched a fistful of her short hair, jerking her head back. Her roots sang with pain along her scalp, and Corrie yelped.

  She had never been manhandled so roughly, so violently in all her life.

  No. Not manhandled. This was no man.

  This was an alien.

  Another species.

  And he was dominating her with his cock.

  She was getting fucked by a male of another species, and she was getting fucked hard. He was breeding her. It was so fucking vile and wrong, but Corrie had never been so turned on in her life. Her ass and thighs were slathered with her arousal—not mere wetness, but the thick cervical fluid that signalled exactly what her body wanted. What it needed.

  “Do you want to live, human?” Vorne snarled.

  His cock slammed into her again and again. Shameful squelching sounds issued from her hole with each devastating, bone-rattling thrust.

  “Yes...”

  Her voice faltered.

  “Then shut up and take my seed,” Vorne commanded.

  He stabbed hilt-deep inside her, his cockhead planted ag
ainst the back wall of her pussy, and he held himself there. He grunted, and his dick pulses and bucked inside of her as the alien unleashed a flood of hot semen into her channel.

  “Oh God,” Corrie whimpered.

  Vorne moved in her again, this time with a harsh, staccato rhythm, each thrust like a punch. It was as though he wanted to push straight through her cervix and plant himself directly into her womb.

  “Take it,” Vorne barked. “Take it all, human. Take it deep.”

  He was coming inside of her, naked and unprotected.

  He was inseminating her.

  And the most humiliating part was the way that Corrie’s channel squeezed around his pumping dick like it was trying to milk every drop from those heavy swinging balls.

  The ribs and ridges of his shaft buffed against that tender spot on Corrie’s front wall. A delicious tension clenched inside of her and then let go in a wanton explosion of bliss. Her climax convulsed through her muscles, tensing and relaxing them in a palsied rhythm. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, her ass and pussy still raised high like an offering to her dominant alien master.

  “Yes,” she breathed weakly, her words stirring the dusty dirt. “Oh fuck yes...”

  Corrie couldn’t say how long it was before they both finished coming. Caught in the throes of her violent orgasm, time lost all meaning.

  All she knew was a feeling of total fullness.

  Vorne had filled her to the brim with his flesh and his seed, and now it was overflowing from the rim of her stretched hole and trickling down her belly.

  Finally he withdrew his cock with a wet schluk. A river of semen spilled out of her hole.

  He rolled Corrie’s limp body onto her back and leaned over her, panting and staring down at her with the dark, intense eyes.

  Corrie felt so strange—both spent and full, both exhausted and energized.

  Once Vorne’s breathing finally steadied again, which was long before Corrie’s did, he pulled off her socks with a surprising gentleness before scooping her up in his arms like a broken toy.

  “Come, little human,” he purred gently. “I will cleanse you now.”

  Vorne carried her to the pool and waded in. He held Corrie and lowered her into the cool, refreshing water until she was completely submerged except for her face. With one arm, he supported her upper body, while the other hand massaged her naked skin, scrubbing away the sweat and grime. He paid special attention to the recesses between her legs, cleaning away the mess their bodies had made together.