by Lizzy Bequin
“Yes,” Corrie whispered. “I saw one of those farms.” She hesitated, then added. “Please don’t think all humans are like that because we’re not. Most of us have no idea what has been happening on this planet.”
Gulnara placed her hand on Corrie’s shoulder and nodded.
“That will change soon. I have foreseen it. And you are the key, Corrie Pedersen. You are the vessel that will replenish our race.”
Corrie halted, forcing Gulnara to stop in her tracks too.
She had heard Vorne talk this way before, about her being a vessel, and she didn’t like it. She felt her temper rising again, but she tamped it down. She was not in a position to argue here, but perhaps she could reason with the aliens.
“That’s impossible,” Corrie said. “I’m only one woman. I can’t repopulate a whole planet. I mean, even if I don’t hit menopause until I’m sixty...”
“Oh I think it will be much longer than that.”
Corrie thought that she knew what Gulnara meant. The rejuvenative properties of her mates’ seed would not only extend her lifespan but also her ability for reproduction.
However, there was something mysterious in Gulnara’s tone. Something that the alien female wasn’t telling Corrie yet.
“Fine,” Corrie said, “Let’s assume I can somehow repopulate the whole planet all by myself. But there’s something else you haven’t considered. What will stop Galen from just using the same disease to kill off the females again?”
Gulnara took Corrie’s arm again, goading her forward.
“You don’t give me enough credit, human. I’ve considered this. I’ve considered every contingency. After all, the fate of my entire planet is at stake.”
As they moved around the perimeter of the room, Corrie saw something that had previously been hidden from her by the raising tendrils and plumes of vapor. Along one section of the circular, volcanic-stone wall had been set up several tables roughly carved from some sort of black wood. These tables were draped in tanned alien animal hides and coarsely woven fabrics, and atop these coverings there stood a whole collection of bowls, flasks, test tubes, and distillers. There were also some clearly human devices here too, blood serum centrifuges, computers, monitors scrolling with indecipherable data.
To Corrie, the setup looked like a medieval alchemist had gotten together with a modern-day mad scientist and made a laboratory.
“That’s right, human,” Gulnara said, seeing the curiosity on Corrie’s face. “We Terramarans are not as primitive as you might think.”
“But what is all this for?” Corrie asked.
“The cure, child. The cure.”
Corrie looked around in surprise. Her eyes turned from Gulnara, searching for the males who she thought were standing nearby. However, they had disappeared, hidden perhaps by the swirling vapors that seemed thicker in this part of the domed chamber.
“You mean you’re trying to make a cure?” Corrie asked, turning to Gulnara again.
“Not trying. I have already succeeded.” The old female alien gazed proudly at her mismatched lab. “A random mutation in my genetic code has made me resistant to the disease. It took a great deal of studying, but time is one luxury that I still have plenty of. Finally I was able to use samples of my own tissue and blood to isolate the relevant genes and from that created a cure. And soon I will administer it to you, child.”
Corrie pulled back from Gulnara’s grip.
“To me? But why? I’m not a Terramaran!”
“Not yet,” the alien said. “But you are changing. Already your DNA has been altered by the Terramaran seed. The changes have already begun. That’s why your situation is so dire. As soon as your transformation is complete, you will be susceptible to the disease. The cure must be taken immediately after that. It will be a painful experience, I’m afraid, but your new body will be able to endure it. And afterward, your offspring will be immune.”
Changes? New body? Painful?
Corrie didn’t know what Gulnara was talking about, but it frightened her.
“You haven’t already noticed?” the female alien asked, sensing Corrie’s apprehension. “Come, child. See for yourself.”
She beckoned. After a moment of hesitation, Corrie stepped forward. Gulnara gestured to a shallow bowl of clear water that lay on the table.
“Look. Look...”
Corrie leaned over the bowl, and there on the mirrored-surface of the water, she saw her own familiar face staring back at her. But the eyes doing the staring were not familiar.
Corrie’s eyes were glowing with a faint green light, just like a Terramaran’s.
She lurched back, startled.
It was true. She really was changing. She was becoming a Terramaran. Or perhaps some kind of hybrid.
“Don’t worry,” Gulnara said, sensing Corrie’s shock. “Your eyes have changed, and your skin will change as well, but you will keep your human form.”
That was a small relief. Corrie didn’t want to end up looking like Gulnara. But the thought of losing part of her humanity, of becoming an alien, was too much for her mind to compute.
And yet, somehow, she had already sensed the change in her taking place. After all, hadn’t the seed of her males kept her alive in Terramara’s inhospitable atmosphere?
“But the transformation is incomplete,” Gulnara hissed. “You need more, human. You need a triple dose.”
A triple dose?
Corrie wanted to tell the alien female that she had already had way more than that.
Vorne, Grekh, and Xalleus had deposited more doses inside her—in her mouth and between her legs—than she could even count. But before she could figure out how to express this fact in a way that wasn’t completely shameful, Gulnara spoke again.
“Simultaneous doses.”
It took Corrie a moment to realize that those last words were not spoken to her. Gulnara’s eyes were angled over Corrie’s shoulder, and Corrie suddenly became aware of a massive presence standing right behind her.
A huge, powerful hand gripped her throat and jerked Corrie backward. Another equally strong hand clutched one of her breasts and squeezed it right up to the precipice of pain. She found herself pressed hard against a large torso, the curvature of her back conforming perfectly to the unyielding hardness of the muscles.
Between her thighs, its veiny upper side fitted against the groove of her vulva, strained the rigid shaft of an enormous alien cock.
Vorne’s cock.
CHAPTER 21
The female struggled feebly in Vorne’s grasp. Whether she struggled out of fear of what he would do to her or embarrassment that they had an audience, Vorne did not know, nor did he care.
He knew what the human needed, and that was all that mattered.
In fact, her need was blatantly obvious. Though her arms and legs were fighting against him, the rest of her body was responding in other ways—ways that seemed designed to seduce him, to goad him into doing what needed to be done.
For one thing, there was the texture of her skin. It had become bumpy with excitement again. Vorne liked it when that happened. Then there were her nipples, which had grown taut and springy beneath his pawing hands.
But the most un-ignorable sign was her cunt.
Raw, swollen, and wet with need, that nether mouth was drooling its desire onto Vorne’s cock as if hungering to be stuffed with his throbbing meat. And with the delicious, feminine scents wafting from between the human’s legs, Vorne had no choice but to oblige her.
Still, the human continued to struggle, pretending to ignore her own body’s obvious signals.
“No,” Corrie whimpered. “Vorne, we can’t. Not here. Not—“
Vorne could have shut her up by force if he had wanted to. He could have clamped one hand over her mumbling lips. He could have squeezed her throat until she could not speak. Gods, he could have silenced her mouth by filling it with his cock.
But he knew an even better way to deprive Corrie of her powers of speech.
His hand had slid between her legs, and his fingertip was touching that delightful, pink nub that was erect with desire. As he circled and strummed it with increasing intensity, her words trailed off into desperate moans. Her hips began to rock, stroking her slick vulva against the ridged upper side of his erect shaft.
“No...”
“Yes,” Vorne insisted. “We will do this here, and we will do it now. You know you need this. Why do you resist?”
He rocked his own much more powerful hips in time with hers, fucking his prong between the gap in her soft thighs. Already his achingly hard meat was well slathered with the human’s slimy arousal. The strange, animal sounds issuing from her lips only excited him more, making his member painfully hard.
“You need this.”
“No,” Corrie whimpered.
Still she was resisting. In a way, Vorne enjoyed that. For one so soft and fragile, the human’s will was strong.
But Vorne’s was stronger.
He pushed Corrie face down onto one of the tables lining the wall, and the various flasks and decanters jangled, fluid sloshing inside them.
“Careful you fool! Careful!” Gulnara hissed, this time using the native Terramaran language.
Vorne, however, was not listening.
All of his attention was focused on his human mate. And specifically, he was focused on those glistening pink folds that were now exposed beneath her bent-over backside. He drew his erection from between Corrie’s thighs and now pressed his underside against her, humping and sawing his cock against her pussy and her crack.
“You need this,” he repeated. “You need this...”
But the truth was that Vorne needed it as much as her. It pissed him off how much he needed it. All his life he had been a warrior, disciplined, focused, and most of all free. Now however, he found himself enslaved to this puny human. Her scent, her softness, and her warmth had ensnared him. He was addicted, and there was only one thing that would satisfy his cravings.
The savage warrior gripped his shaft and angled his cock until his tip was pressed against her oozing entrance.
“Vorne,” Corrie gasped, looking back over her shoulder wide-eyed. “Wait...”
But the time for waiting was over.
It had been hours since Vorne had enjoyed her last. Hours since his hard prong had been sheathed within her velveteen depths. But those mere hours had felt like an eternity, and his mind had been consumed by one thought and one thought alone.
Penetrating the human female.
Fucking her and filling her with his seed.
Vorne thrust his pelvis, a swift, forceful movement that brought Corrie to her toes as his long, hard cock slammed into her from behind.
“Oh fuck!” Her voice rebounded around the domed chamber. “Oh fuck, Vorne...”
He did not pause to savor the feeling of being encased in her cunt. Instead, he began pounding her with an animalistic fury. His muscles, his cock, indeed, his whole body was no longer his own. It was like he was possessed, and there was no holding back.
It was ironic that the human struggled against him. That she begged him to stop. Vorne was the one who had no choice in this matter. His urges were too strong to be resisted, and she, the human, was the cause of those irresistible feelings.
That infuriated Vorne. All he could do was give himself over to his raging lust. He thrust into the human even more violently. His pelvis clapped against her ass, and wet, squelching sounds issued from her hole.
More bottles and flasks rattled on the table. Something toppled, spilling blue fluid onto the tablecloth.
“Careful! Careful!”
The Listener had moved away now, slipping behind a pale curtain of vapor rising from one of the many fractures in the floor, giving an illusion of privacy, but her voice was clear and sharp, and this time it got Vorne’s attention.
Keeping his cock embedded deeply between Corrie’s legs, Vorne gripped her by breast and throat and lifted her from the table. Her feet were flailing off the ground now, and he carried her like that, impaled upright on his pole, their naked bodies moving in an obscene ballet. He took her toward the curling fumes, which had no effect on him as a male but seemed to have a sedative effect on the female. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she mewled weakly as he fucked her.
“You must share her, Vorne,” Gulnara’s disembodied voice called.
He grunted as he continued fucking. Hadn’t he shared her already? Hadn’t he brought her straight back to the grotto right away to share with Grekh and Xalleus? Now he just wanted to enjoy the sweet, tight interior for himself. Just for a few minutes. He wanted to use her selfishly until he had taken the edge off his razor-sharp lust.
He was aware of Grekh and Xalleus nearby, two silhouettes in the swirling vapors. When they approached, Vorne snarled at them.
He would finish first. Then he would share.
His arms wrapped around Corrie’s midsection like a wrestler preparing to suplex a tiny opponent. He raised and lowered her body on his shaft, not so much fucking her now as using her body to jack off his dick. Corrie moaned. Her arms and legs flapped like a doll’s.
But one part of her remained strong—her cunt.
The muscles of her canal squeezed around Vorne’s throbbing shaft. His cock pummeled into her again and again as her walls clutched and grappled, coaxing his seed. She was so wet inside.
So wet and so soft.
Warm juices trickled down his shaft and coated his balls.
Vorne’s sac tightened against his body. There was a tingle deep at his cock-root. A contraction of interior muscles, a pulse and a rush of fluid. His cock gushed inside of Corrie, painting her inner membranes with his semen.
“Oh God,” Corrie whined at his shoulder. “Oh fuck...”
Her body convulsed in his arms as she climaxed too. Her sex fluttered around him. Vorne’s churned seed seeped from her stretched hole and dripped to the floor in thick globs.
“A triple dose,” Gulnara’s voice hissed in annoyance. “A simultaneous dose.”
Vorne understood, but he was unconcerned. There was more than enough seed left over. He could fuck the human a dozen more times without stopping. The warm smell of her, the soft fleshiness of her body, stimulated his testicles rate of production.
Vorne had just needed those few moments of selfishness to clear his head, to lessen the maelstrom of lust swirling in his fevered brain.
Now he was ready.
As he lowered himself to the floor, the human still speared deep on his lap, he hoped that she was also ready.
Ready to be shared roughly.
CHAPTER 22
As Vorne lay back onto the stone floor of the chamber, Corrie sprawled on top of him, reclining on his warm hard muscles as if he were an ultra firm mattress. Her naked and sweaty body rose and fell with the expansion and contraction of his powerful lungs. His heart drummed against her spine. His hard cock still throbbed inside of her.
God she felt weak. Helpless.
Part of it was the series of intense orgasms that Vorne had just subjected her too. The other part of it seemed to be these strange, subterranean vapors—the swirling clouds of scented steam from which two massive shadows emerged.
Horned shadows with demonic, glowing eyes.
They stood over Corrie, their green eyes blazing with lust. She could feel their twin gazes like a palpable touch running over her slick, exposed flesh—her heaving, stiff-tipped breasts, her spread and quivering thighs, and pierced opening oozing with the seepage of the alien cock still plunged deep inside.
“Xalleus...Grekh...”
She murmured their names as if she were surprised to see them. Vorne purred at her ear.
“That’s right. We will share you now, as you have never been shared before.”
It was Xalleus who stepped up first. Corrie gazed up at him. The alien towered over her like a dark colossus. His broken horn made him look all the more like a piece of damaged statuary. Betwee
n his legs, his cock was so hard with arousal that it stood almost directly upright, nearly pressing against his abdomen. Corrie could literally see the pulse of blood in his veined shaft. Below, his balls swung heavily in their smooth sac.
“Guliiza’ar numara,” the alien growled.
“He says you look beautiful,” Vorne chuckled. “A beautiful mess.”
Corrie whimpered as Xalleus lowered himself onto her, and she now found herself sandwiched between two musclebound alien males. Their dark flesh was hot and smooth against her own softer skin.
Rocking his hips, Xalleus began grinding his hard cock against her clit. The sensation was incredible. Slippery pressure inside and out overloaded Corrie’s nerves with renewed pleasure. She let out a soft, helpless gasp.
Xalleus captured Corrie’s lips in a searing kiss. His tongue dipped inside her gasping mouth and tangled with hers. She moaned lightly into his mouth as his rough, strong tongue massaged hers and wrestled it into submission.
When Xalleus finally broke their kiss, Corrie gulped the air. Xalleus stared down at her quizzically, perhaps even with some slight disappointment.
Had Corrie done something wrong? Did he not enjoy the kiss?
Those things shouldn’t matter to her, she reminded herself.
Yet it did matter to her. It mattered very much.
“He was trying to communicate with you,” Vorne rumbled at her ear. “Before we Terramarans developed language, our evolutionary ancestors would communicate with pheromones released and absorbed through the tongue. Among our people, this method is used between mates to communicate feelings that are difficult to put into words.”
Here she was pressed between a pair of naked alien males, and she was getting a lecture about Terramaran physiology. While her inner journalist was intrigued, the two stiff cocks, one inside and one out, were making it hard to concentrate.
“But Xalleus’s attempt at tongue communication didn’t work,” Vorne added. “Your transformation is not complete. Not yet.”
Corrie shivered at those words. The idea that her body was changing terrified her. She was transforming into a Terramaran. Already her eyes had taken on that weird, green glow. Soon her skin would start changing too. In fact, it was hard to tell in the low lighting of this steamy chamber, but it seemed as if her flesh had already started to color a little.