Thirst
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He answered her with a hum of noise. “You will learn to appreciate seeding discomfort over time. Adaptation is inevitable. Tiny human pet, you will be well cared for by this warrior.”
It spoke in a series of grunts and growls, something in her mind translating guttural speech into English. The tip of his feeler ghosted over her lips, on it was a smearing of the sludge dripping out of her body. When disgust caused Evangeline to pull away, his seeming gentleness was replaced with force. Arms and legs entangled by tentacles, she was flipped to land on her back. Air knocked from her lungs, she gasped.
It was intrigued by the reaction. “Humans are delicate. Do not make me harm your body. It is an inconvenience to repair you should a bone break.”
The thought that he might break her bones, fix them, and then break them again was too much to process. Evangeline went limp. Bloodless, she met the vertical pupils of the creature who claimed to own her.
“Should I seed you, once my flange has emerged from your cunt, you are to sit upon this device.” Moving her as if she weighed no more than a feather, tentacles lifted her body from the ground and set her on the room’s only chair—if it could even be called a chair. Mostly, it resembled a saddle.
It wasn’t leather under her sore pussy, but a material that moved, targeting her genitals. Before she might shift away, it poked its way into her dripping vagina.
“Do not struggle, pet, and the procedure will go quickly.”
Procedure?
Bowed back, legs splayed wide by insistent tentacles, the chair had complete access. Whirring, the machine penetrated deep, buzzed, and located its target. Where her belly had a little bulge, skin instantly convexed, and down her passage came something caught up in the machine’s probe.
Expelled into containment was a writhing mass, greener than any jungle leaf and striped like a tiger.
As Evangeline gaped, her owner removed the thing and held it in his hand. “Human DNA flavors this spawn in a way I have not seen before. This shade of larva is unusual in our species.”
That thing had come out of her! The alien had put it in her. “My God…”
Annoyance colored his reply, the alien deigning to glare down at her. “I have told you: I am not your God. My name is Glabrx, you may call me that.”
The day had gone from terrifying to insane. “What is that?”
“Necrimata spawn, offspring in your culture. It is to be implanted into disposable livestock where it will hatch and grow.”
He had said he’d seeded her. Evangeline coughed, gawking. “A child?”
“We do not raise our young as mammals do. Should it survive two years of larval life stages, it will be fully grown and harvested for society’s enrichment.” Seemingly amused, Glabrx pat her head with his free hand. “If your contribution is useful to me, I will reward you.”
A reward? There was only one thing she wanted. “Will you take me home?”
Ignoring her question, the warrior outlined what she might anticipate. “Humans enjoy physical contact. I will pet you.” He acted immediately, tentacles scooping her off the saddle to bring her to his chest. When she was cradled skin to skin, Glabrx began to rub her head. “There, tiny female, my body heat will relieve your shivering. Stay docile, and there will be food and a bath provided for your comfort and health.”
Squished to his body, Evangeline found his shark skin warm and unyielding. He was too hard to be comfortable, especially against her aching breasts. Furthermore, having her head pat like she was some animal was not at all reassuring. She could not move, dangling naked, slime still dripping from between her legs.
Chapter Three
The tips of mighty tentacles played in her hair, deft enough in their movement to relieve tangles as aptly as any brush. It almost seemed as if the appendages had a life of their own, their owner paying no attention to her as he piloted his ship.
That first view of the cosmos—once her head had cleared of lingering drugs, lingering tingles of over-stimulation, and lingering fear had faded into an unsettling apathy—was stunning.
They were flying through the stars, a view that meant nothing to him but everything to a small-town girl buried in student loan debt, stuck working ever rotating temp jobs between night classes in an attempt to be more.
That strangeness also quieted her mind to a stuttering halt. This was real. The warm, hard body of the shark skinned, momentarily blue male alien was real. Earth was not in view, and when she squeaked out a question of why she could not see it, he had bluntly stated, “Your planet is so far from here that not even my ship’s censors can pick it up.”
How was Evangeline to feel about that? About any of this?
The shivering wasn’t just from the cold. She was in shock.
And more than anything, even more than going home, she did not want to go back to the endless silence of that dark place where she’d hardly existed. That empty place she’d been left to languish in for so long. Had it been weeks? Years? Had she aged?
There had been no mirror, and looking down at her body, all she found different was the massive engorgement of her breasts. That still dripped milk and the occasional lolling set of red tongues dangling loose to swipe up the beads.
Milk! As if she’d had a baby.
Though, perhaps considering the activities of the last few hours, maybe those things that would eat her if left inside were babies. Larva, altered by her in some way. Special, he’d said.
Vigorous.
Green striped little things that ate their way out of a body and needed two years to become full grown.
The alien who’d fucked them into her had been quite pleased.
His body had been extremely excitable.
His flange—and that was the word he had used to describe it when that odd sexual organ began to sniff her out again: flange—was firmly in her grip to prevent more laying of larva in her vaginal canal. Like a wet, hairless kitten, it wriggled and squirmed, seeking both to be pet and to be free. But Evangeline had already learned that squirming appendage could not be trusted. It had one goal—like the tentacles playing in her red hair—it seemed to have a cognizance of its own.
A mission.
It wanted to be inside her, stretching, throbbing, doing things no fumbling boy from her small town had ever done. And it could make her orgasm in a way that had to be unhealthy. No human was meant to feel such overwhelming waves of euphoria for so long.
It was as if she’d forget to breathe, wake up dazed, her captor licking bright blue fluid from between her legs… with two freakishly long tongues.
The same tongues that darted out, yet again, to lick the dripping milk from aching breasts. An act that for him seemed normal and for her did little more than set her nipples on fire.
“I was tending the goats on my parent’s farm. A weekend visit. I went outside looking to view the moon. There was light… just like in the movies. Aliens with big gray heads and scrawny bodies. And then, there was nothing.”
Suckers slipping over her mouth, the blue alien warned. “No more talking, pet. You are upsetting yourself. Be silent, allow adjustment, and you shall be tended.”
She didn’t know why she said it, but out it came all the same. Silence was physically impossible at this point. “Humans need to talk when they are scared.”
His head finally moved, shifting downward so that fixed attention left the flight screen and settled fully on her prone… everything. The tone of growls and hisses translated into a very clear attitude that he believed what she said was a lie. “That was not in the manual.”
But it wasn’t a lie. That’s why psychologists existed. The very vocation she was hoping to someday achieve had she been able to graduate next year. Well, after another few years in a master’s program raking in even more student load debt after that. “We are social creatures.”
“The Necrimata are not.” That, and a more frantic wriggling of his trapped flange, muzzled the last of her attempts to converse.
Until
she dared break the silence again. “Are you going to kill me?”
Unlike her last statement, his attention did not leave the flight screen, though he did reply. “You were extremely expensive. A Class One pet—a protected species. You are also the first vessel I have spent my seeding frenzy upon that survived and gave me such enjoyment. So long as you always remove my spawn, so long as you are wise enough to behave. I see no reason you shall not have a long, comfortable life as my pet.” He tilted his head in a very human way as if to consider before adding, “Though I can think of several scenarios that would inspire me to end your life.”
A flicker of emotion and her heart skipped a beat. “Such as?”
“It would be wise of you to never shame me.” Final, so final she felt those grunts and growls imprinted on her skin.
Though that statement could be taken in many ways, she had already accidentally urinated on him. In human culture that was definitely something that could fall into a shaming category. So shame to him was something she must learn if she wanted to live flying through stars.
“I’ll need a better explanation.”
“Do not concern yourself, fragile human. I will guide you.” A sucking tentacle cupped her chin, lifting her head in such a way that she was forced to stare into that awful, vertical third eye. “But try to escape and that will be your finishing mistake.”
At this his shading fluttered, blue in places skipping right past purple to red.
Shocked to see his skin burn bright, she released his flange and pulled her hands to her swollen chest as if safer that way. As if she would not be burned.
A clear mistake.
Now she had all his attention. “Only two phases in my care, yet the thought of you away from me excites anger in a way indescribable to a simple human mind.” A ticking grew in the massive beast, more blue turned red, all the while the flange dug for it goal. Sneaking into the slippery slit from beneath her, moving like an elephant’s trunk.
It burrowed in, stretching her, and seemed to settle as if yawning before a nap while it’s owner blazed red. Penetrated, that thing wriggling to find the most comfortable spot, she lurched.
And when such movement caused the flange to hit on overly sensitive spot, she let out a gasp. “Oh God!”
Glabrx shifted his hips, thrusting as if in agreement with his uncontrolled appendage. “We have spoken on the topic of God.”
Breathless, she squirmed. “It’s an expression. I don’t see you as God.”
“What do you see this Great Warrior as?”
If ever there was a loaded question…
It should not have felt so good considering the ache behind the pleasure. “A nightmare brought on by too many hours studying, too many joints on a rare weekend off. Men don’t have flanges, or tentacles, or buy women.” Though that wasn’t entirely true, was it? Holding back a moan, Evangeline added, “At least not noble men. Human trafficking is only done by criminals on Earth.”
What a sharp toothed smile brought forth from the massive creature—one fully red and salivating— it almost seemed to coo. “Insults from my pet?”
“Fact is not insult. What I say of Earth is true.”
“You will serve a purpose, and this Great Warrior will maintain your comfort.” The flange rattled.
“By constantly fucking me?” Which she was horrified to admit seemed almost normal in the hours since the first seeding. And the second, and the third…
“The warrior seeds when the warrior must. Dainty hands can only hold back an engorged flange for so long. And learn this now, pretty pet, agitating a Necrimata never ends well for the agitator. But in your case, I’m offering restraint. The three spawn produced in your human fucking sleeve were all so exceptionally well formed that I choose to forgive you for the thoughts your statements inspire. Never run. Human meat is a delicacy on the black market—unlike the legal flesh market from which I saved you further abuse.”
Eyes wide, body reacting in ways she could not explain, Evangeline squeezed down around that disgusting organ, pulsating and rippling as if to encourage that damn thing to do its worst. “I won’t run. Where would I even go?”
“Nowhere that I could not find you and bring you back to my lap.” The great beast practically purred, growing an even more intense shade of crimson, tentacles leaving her hair to position her physically so she might continue her internal massage on him in the most comfortable way. “The manual claims human nature is deceptive and disorganized. You will try to run.” When her traitorous body squeezed around him again, so hard even she took pleasure in it, the male groaned, let out a long, sex-drugged sigh, before a burst of that blue fluid began to splash against her womb. “Even now you try to deceive me into complacency with such tricks.”
Evangeline was not squeezing him on purpose, far more startled by what her body did than he was contented by it. And considering all three of his eyes were rolling back in his head, that was saying a lot.
Breasts aching, her hips ground down as if, like his tentacles, they had a mind of their own. The pressure, the pleasure, and milk began to run in heavy rivulets, sticky and smelling of subtle sweetness. It made a mess of her as she rode the very creature responsible for her view of space, freedom from the endless sensory deprivation that had driven her half insane… the great beast that would be the end of any future she had designed and worked hard to achieve.
And she came, from her own body’s work, crying out, red hair flying back.
“My beautiful pet desires flange?” That organ went from docile to fierce. “Then flange she shall be given. No other beast is quite so brave.”
What had been the closest to human fucking she’d thus far experienced with this creature turned all alien, all tentacles, all sensory overload and endless orgasmic euphoria.
Blue squished between them, and though she was sore, though her thighs were bruised, though she was hungry, she bore it.
Laid back on the flight console, she bore all of what he might dump into her, how he might sucker her skin, drink from her breasts, and cry out praise when that vile organ he shoved in her expanded beyond normal proportions, twisted, planted, and deposited a baby in her body.
A baby flavored by her.
That would devour her organs and cause a horrid death if not removed.
He cried out when attachment was made, held her a bit too hard. “How you make my flange kick! A fortune shall be made off your fuck sleeve!”
The larva, huge and vulgar, moved down his flange as he birthed it into her body.
For the first time she felt what was in her. Not triangular tipped flange, but spawn. This one refusing to be still, already twisting too near her cervix as its little spikes dug in. “It hurts!”
Head hanging back, throat bared as if she was in no way a threat to so tender a spot, the beast enjoyed his bliss. “A strong one! For that you shall have an extra reward.”
If that blasted thing didn’t kill her first.
Out went that damned organ, a river of blue behind it. Evangeline pressed her hands to her pussy, refused to see her belly move as that thing inside her moved, and ran from the room to the special seat that would instigate removal.
The alien followed, crossing his arms and stretching his tentacles to see her sit on the extraction device and whine when the process was too slow. Evangeline delivered it. Saw it packaged for whatever was to be done with it. And saw no baby of hers in that thing.
Red was this one. Solid red with nary a stripe or spot.
No comforting green.
“You have made an elite warrior from my seeding.” Patting her head with a great hand, he added, “I am pleased with you, fine pet.”
Blue, so much blue on her fingertips when she slumped off the device and cupped her aching place. She had to out think this, to remember why tentacles and orgasms were tied to larva that ate it’s laying place. She needed space to breathe. “I am cold, and I need soft things on which to rest. You are not soft. Where can I sleep?”
“And pee?”
“Waste shall be seen to when your internal monitors alert me to such a need.”
What the fuck? “I need a place to bed down. You might lie beside me, but humans cannot sleep on other beings.” And privacy, she needed a moment alone before she went mad. “Or you might give me clothing? Where is the toilet?”
“Clothing?” Arms crossed over a chest so well defined, steroid users on Earth would worship his form. “Your form is appealing, and I wish to look at it. The state of your flesh is a sign of my honor. Others will see there are no marks and laud me. To cover it would be to tell the world I am incompetent. There will be no clothing for you, pet.”
But bruises were there, between her thighs, and lewd as it might be, Evangeline parted her legs to show him. “I am marked. Damaged was the word you used. A fragile human. A Class One pet. Who needs a bed and a toilet!”
Fluid, legs bending backward, the creature crouched, eyes a lashes blink from her bruised skin. And then it rattled. Not only vocally. An earthquake like tremor went through all its parts, all its tentacles. Even the flapping flange coughed out a sad squirt of blue before retracting.
That fucking thing could retract! She’d had a strangle hold on it for hours, and it could retract? Not only was she bruised, aching, overwhelmed, and hungry, she was also pissed off.
Everyone had their breaking point and that was hers. “I want my bath. I want food. You promised to care for me! Am I not a protected species? I gave you an elite warrior?”
And all of her tirade was so incredibly stupid that on a primal level she realized punishment would follow, but so far out of her depth, all Evangeline might wield as a weapon against this beast was throwing his promises in his face. And adding on for good measure, she pulled her blue stained fingers from her pussy and flung his fluids on the ground, “Your manual is fucking garbage.”