by Meg Ripley
Rogue grinned. She was naked on the floor of an alien spacecraft, letting two alien creatures fuck the hell out of her, and she gets shy when it comes to something penetrating her ass. Maybe it was all those alien probe stories floating around her planet, he thought wryly.
He slid his finger along her crack and back to his destination, but Rachel bucked forward once again, her tits now dangling above Ny-len's face. He captured one nipple with his mouth and vibrated lightly with his tongue, enhancing her arousal as he continued to pound her pussy and fuck her tits with his phallus-shape. Rogue reached a hand around Rachel's waist and pulled her back toward him gently. Ny-len's head lifted off the ground to maintain his hold on her nipple, and, seeing what Rogue was after, Ny-len's finger moved between his body and Rachel's to vibrate hard against her clit.
The sensation was so overwhelming, Rachel lost all grasp on coherent thought, too busy writhing and screaming her pleasure. Rogue lubed up his finger with the wetness dripping from Rachel, and used that moment to press against her pucker again. This time, she didn't resist; Rogue wasn't sure she noticed what he was doing until he was already inserting his finger inside her, slowly sliding it all the way in. And then he remained still, his finger in her ass, to give Rachel a chance to adjust to the sensation and realize just how good it felt. He moved his finger in and out a few more times and then stilled.
Rachel nearly panicked when she felt the finger in her ass begin to morph, lengthening, expanding. Despite the intense vibrations stimulating her clit, she went to move forward, to escape once again, but she didn't need Rogue's arm to stop her this time. The enormous phallus-like shape penetrating her ass was holding her in place. Moving would mean stretching her ass, and the prospect made her nervous.
And then the phallus-like finger began to vibrate; the sensation more than just naughty and it set her pussy ablaze. She pushed backward just slightly against Rogue to enhance the sensation even more and Rogue knew then that she was ready. He slowly began to slide out of her ass until just the tip remained inside her. He remained still then, wanting to see Rachel push backward, to be the one to force the phallus-shape into her own ass. And he wouldn't be disappointed; in just seconds, she was thrusting back against him, taking the entire length in her ass at once. He slid out slowly like before, and waited for her to thrust backward, filling her ass again. And then, it was all Rachel. She thrust back, slid forward and thrust back again, faster and faster, fucking his phallus-like fingers with her ass. He increased the size of the phallus-shape in her ass again, stretching her and making her moan loud in response.
She never missed a beat, but kept fucking his expanding shape, enjoying the sensation of her ass being stretched. Ny-len's cock vibrated as he fucked her, and he returned his hands to her tits; one holding them tightly together and the other, phallus-shaped and sheathed between her tits. Rachel screamed louder than ever before as she began to cum, moving frantically while she fucked the cocks in her ass and pussy. It sent Rogue over the edge, and to her surprise, the enormous phallus shape started to cum in her ass.
Ny-len was holding on the best he could, but he was nearly done for. The phallus shape between her tits moved faster as he squeezed her tits together to sheath him tighter. He released his hold on her tits quickly and she could feel warmth as the phallus shot its load all over her tits, her neck, her face.
Rachel thought it was over now, but she was wrong. Ny-len wasn't finished yet. He continued to fuck her pussy hard, thrusting upward to fill every inch of her. But he needed her in the best position for his plan to work. So, in one swift movement, he flipped over and had Rachel beneath him, his dick still deep inside her. He pumped hard, so much that Rachel wondered wryly if his balls bouncing off her pussy would leave bruises later. But she didn't care. She could feel another orgasm within her grasp, and she reached down between them to rub her own clit, sending her spiraling over the edge one last time.
And then Ny-len was ready, with one final thrust, deeper than he had ever been, he spilled his seed deep inside of Rachel. The trio collapsed right there on the cold, hard floor, exhausted.
“That's it, isn't it?” she queried a moment later, counting back the days of her cycle, realizing she was at her most fertile peak.
“Yes,” Ny-len replied simply. “It is not like with your species; fertilization is nearly guaranteed. It does not generally require multiple attempts. In fact, with the speed at which development will take place, it is likely my offspring grows within you now,” he explained.
It was so quick that she couldn't really take in the fact that she was already growing an alien species inside her.
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Rachel was conflicted. The part of her that was disgusted with her wanton behavior was relieved it would at least not have to happen again. If she already carried Ny-len's offspring, there was no need for him to spill his seed in her again. But another part, a much larger part of her was already yearning to feel their magnificent cocks filling her completely.
“We also expect that it will not take long,” Ny-len spoke. “Our species develops in a matter of weeks, and by our calculations of the genetic blending, we expect this offspring of yours to be ready in approximately eight weeks,” Ny-len continued. “We anticipate that your recovery will resemble that of a normal human birth, and you should be ready to bear more offspring approximately two months after that.”
“Bear more offspring? You want me to get pregnant over and over again. To do...THIS...again and again?” Rachel whispered.
“You, and a select few, will be recruited to become the bearers of a multitude of offspring who will bring victory and freedom to our tribe,” Rogue cut in.
“You’re going to bring others here? You're going to do the same things to them?” Rachel asked. While she was slowly resigning herself to her apparent fate, she didn't want others to share the same one. And if she had to be here, she didn't relish the idea of sharing Ny-len and Rogue with a room full of women.
“We have seen plenty of occasions where the females of your species enjoy other females. I can tell you that it is quite arousing to watch, actually. And, as the first and most compatible of the bearers, you are, of course, welcome to seek your own sexual gratification through these other bearers as well. You may help to select from the viable matches, if you like. And you are welcome to participate in each mating,” Rogue explained coolly.
“Just think of it, Rachel. A multitude of beautiful, naked women who will feel the same innate arousal, the same compulsion you felt in our presence. You can touch them, taste them, penetrate them, and have each of them do the same for you.” Ny-len felt strongly for Rachel, and he wanted her here willingly. He would use whatever enticement he could.
And it was something Rachel had never really considered. But now, with arousal coursing through her anew, the idea of a pussy at her disposal...a woman's mouth devouring her...the idea made her incredibly hot.
Just then, she began to feel that same calming feeling spread throughout her body and it confused her...until, “You're doing that, aren't you?” she piped up, a little angry that this calmness was washing away some of the arousal stirring within her.
Ny-len nodded. He had assumed the tension he felt from her was displeasure, and he sought to diffuse the situation by calming her. But he had definitely misinterpreted what she felt.
“Take it off,” Rachel demanded. They may have abducted her; they may be stronger than her, but she was beginning to understand that they also needed her. And it was what she had wished for, wasn't it? To make a difference? Sure, it wasn't in any way she could have anticipated, but if she believed the alien men with the beautiful markings, her contribution could be world-changing. As ridiculous as it sounded, she would be the mother of an entire new species; a blending between human and alien, and that species would potentially be responsible for bringing peace to an entire planet. If nothing else, she could someday turn her fantastical story into one hell of a screenplay—starring her in the leading rol
e. And with the knowledge that she was, indeed, a vital component in Ny-len and Rogue's plan, she felt more comfortable asserting herself.
“As you wish,” Ny-len replied, and he lifted the shroud of calm that had come over her.
Within seconds, she felt the primal arousal return. Rachel closed her eyes, enjoying it, and then turned to the alien men, “Well, shall we choose our next play mate then?”
PART TWO
“You've got to be kidding, Rogue,” Rachel spoke drolly, rolling her eyes at Rogue's ridiculous choice in women. “It's become quite evident that your brother was the one responsible for selecting me, wasn't he?” she teased while Rogue continued to look downward from his celestial view at the voluptuous woman walking the street at two in the morning.
Sure, she had a great body, but chances were also that body was infested with a multitude of diseases that she'd rather not have come within a hundred miles of her infant son.
“But, I don't understand what's wrong with her. Perhaps she’s a little lost; she's done nothing to offend you but pace up and down this street for the past hour,” he replied, confused by Rachel's objection.
“Um, she's not lost, Rogue. She's a prostitute,” Rachel waited for awareness to dawn in Rogue's eyes, “...a woman who has sex in exchange for money,” she continued when his eyes remained just as confused in spite of her simple explanation.
“Oh. Is that necessarily a bad thing, given our current search?” he asked.
“Well...no...it would be fine, except...I don't know how it works with you, but for humans, a whole lot of sex partners means a ton of opportunity for really gross diseases. Just think about things oozing from all the parts you don't want associated with that word,” Rachel tried to explain, adding a little humor to the conversation.
Rogue considered Rachel's words for a moment and then nodded, accepting her objection easily.
Ny-len walked in the room then, carrying his and Rachel's son, and Rogue returned his attention to his perusal of the streets far below. The infant was a perfect blend of their two species, with Rachel's fair complexion rather than Ny-len's pale skin. The beautiful, intricate tattoos adorned his neck, arms and feet, but the few markings on his head were nearly covered by his downy, auburn hair.
“Still at it, are you?” he teased his brother as he passed their child into Rachel's outstretched arms.
Before she met Ny-len and Rogue, she'd never even considered having children. But from the moment she felt her unborn child stir within her, she knew without a doubt that she'd found her purpose. And she'd loved every moment since. Her son, now five weeks old, occupied the vast majority of her days and nights, but she'd also grown quite fond of the two men with whom she spent the remainder of her time. She felt closer to Ny-len than Rogue, but still there was a bond even there that became more deeply rooted each day.
The two humanoid men had not taken another woman since Rachel, afraid to introduce anything that might jeopardize the health or well-being of her unborn child.
But it could not remain just the three of them forever; the underlying purpose of their being here was to forge a new species between their kind and the humans below. And she could not possibly be responsible for giving birth to the entire blended species. When it finally came time to bring another woman into the fold, she expected jealousy to flare within her, but somehow the expansion of their small group seemed entirely natural. In fact, it had been at Rachel's urging that the search resume for the next most suitable match.
And it was easier for her right now because even though both men would participate in the new woman's sexual initiation, they were currently searching for the mate that Rogue felt most drawn to, not Ny-len.
She was actually looking forward to the new addition, and while her body still healed from childbirth, she also relished the idea of watching the upcoming scene, living vicariously through the new woman's experience while looking forward to the near future when Rachel would be able to do more than watch.
“How was this such an easy task for you, Ny-len?” Rogue broke into Rachel's silent contemplation.
“If you recall, Rachel had made it easy. And we were not the only ones looking for something at the time,” Ny-len replied, smiling at the mother of his child.
“You are going about this all wrong, Rogue,” Ny-len explained. “You are only looking with your eyes. Don't you remember the first time we saw Rachel? She was absolutely beautiful, but I was not only looking with my eyes, but with the physical draw I felt as well. That is how you know she will be a good match.”
Rogue took a deep breath and focused his attention once again, trying to employ more than his sense of sight in the task. No one could ignore Ny-len's advice, given the ideal choice he had made, and so he would try to do the same. Rachel and Ny-len moved to stand next to Rogue, scouting for the one who would make the best match for him.
“Oh!” Rachel exclaimed aloud, feeling the sudden arousal radiating from Rogue's body. And she knew even before he was aware himself that the woman who would bear the next of the new blended species had been found. It was the same heat that radiated from Ny-len's body every time he was around Rachel. Ny-len nodded, surprised that Rachel had recognized the connection there so quickly. And finally, Rogue nodded, too, a smile spreading across his face in anticipation.
The young woman who had caught Rogue's attention sat hugging her knees to her chest on the worn out sofa in her small living room. She held a piece of paper in one hand, and written on it was a rejection for a student loan. The way her knees pressed hard against her chest forced her ample breasts upward, and it was impossible not to notice, despite the dejected look she wore on her face.
Just then, she stood, looking around. She moved to the window and pushed the curtains further aside, peering outside as if she had heard something. But given that there had been no sound, and there was nothing around the small house, Rachel couldn't help but wonder if the woman was cognizant of something else—their perusal of her, perhaps.
The woman looked up, staring into the night's sky, and suddenly Rachel recognized the scene, so reminiscent of herself just a few short months ago. She knew without a doubt that the woman would see the bright star in the sky, so much more luminous than the rest. As if on cue, the woman's eyes found the bright light. Her eyes were held there, and Rachel felt Rogue's arousal grow exponentially. Heat began to course through her own veins, and she cursed her body for its slow healing.
“Wait for it, boys,” Rachel teased with a smile, knowing what was coming next.
And then the woman's lips began to move. “I wanted this so much,” she began. “It was law school...I was going to make a difference. But even with two jobs, I can't afford it on my own,” she spoke aloud with a catch in her throat. She turned then, to a picture on the end table next to her. The man and woman in the photograph bore a strong resemblance to the woman on the sofa, but they were older; they must have been her mother and father.
“I'm so sorry, Dad. I know you had such hopes for me,” she choked out, a tear rolling down her cheek. “But I guess that's it...” she whispered resignedly. “I just wanted to be someone who made a difference. I wish I could make a difference,” she continued emphatically.
It was uncanny. This woman already seemed so much like Rachel that she couldn't help but look forward to this meeting…though she wasn't entirely sure where she factored in, given that she couldn't participate in this particular mating.
“So, Rogue? Do I need to ask you what you think? This is the one, right?” Rachel probed.
“You seem to approve,” Ny-len commented contentedly to her.
Rogue nodded, his arousal continuing to rise. “OK. Tonight then.”
The woman left the window, making her way down the hall to her bedroom. Once inside, she grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it over her head. She was naked beneath, her body instantly on display. She wasn't as thin as Rachel, and she stood maybe a few inches shorter, but her massive tits more than compensated.
In fact, her breasts would have seemed awkward and out of place on a skinnier frame. Her long, fiery red hair trailed down her back, covering it with straight, silken tresses.
She moved to her bed, sprawling out above the covers. She turned her head to gaze out the window a few feet away from her bed, and her eyes locked onto the luminous star in the sky once again. She continued to stare at the bright light as her eyes became heavy. Rachel was quite certain a calmness was winding its way through the woman's body, spurring her toward blissful slumber. And sure enough, less than a minute later, the woman's eyes closed. Rachel waited, realizing she had no idea how exactly the next step worked. Were they going to beam her up like she'd seen on television? Rachel had never thought about it again since she'd found herself in the middle of that stark room.
And then she watched as Rogue's brightness, and then Ny-len's, grew. It extended outward, radiating out of the ship and downward. A stream of brightness traveled all the way to the woman's house and then in through the bedroom window. It was erotic, the way it wrapped around her naked body. In the blink of an eye, the bright extension through the sky was gone. It had retracted back to the ship and in its grasp was the woman from far below. The brightness deposited her gently onto the ground before them and Rogue bent down to pick her up gently. He carried her out of the room and down the ship's hall to the room Rachel was all too familiar with.
She followed Rogue, curious about the process that had likely been the same for her. As she walked, she noticed how her own arousal had increased in the short time since the woman arrived, and she silently willed her body to recover faster, anxious to be able to mate once again.
