by Lizzy Bequin
“Careful, mate,” Xalleus panted. “Careful...”
But Corrie wasn’t feeling careful at all now. She was feeling wild. Mad with lust.
Just hours before, she had seen that very horn kill a man—her mortal enemy. It was a living weapon, and a symbol of her mates’ ability to defend her, with brutal violence if necessary.
She needed to feel it inside of her.
Corrie positioned herself so that the tip was lined up with her entrance, which was now dripping with arousal.
“Careful,” Xalleus repeated, but he didn’t try to stop her. In fact, he tilted his head ever so slightly, giving Corrie a better angle to ride him—to ride his horn.
She gasped lightly as the pointed tip slipped into her hole. She took it slow. One wrong move and she could hurt herself. But the deeper she went, the better it felt. The horn widened toward the base, stretching Corrie’s opening as she lowered herself onto it. She stopped when she sensed that his point was barely millimeters from her cervix. Her fluid was oozing down Xalleus’s horn and dripping onto his face. He licked his lips, tasting Corrie’s running arousal.
“God, you feel so good inside me,” she gasped.
The truth was, it didn’t just feel good. It felt amazing—totally erotic and dangerous. She was pierced by her mate’s sharp horn.
Vorne and Grekh had stepped closer now, their eyes locked with amazement on Corrie’s penetrated hole. They were entranced by it. Their own loincloths were gone now too, and their dicks were in their hands as they stroked their own arousal at the sight.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Grekh murmured.
He grabbed one of Corrie’s bare cheeks and Vorne grabbed the other. They peeled her rump apart, spreading her crack and providing an unobstructed view of her impaled cunt.
“Beautiful,” Vorne intoned with profane reverence. “Fucking beautiful.”
With her hands on Xalleus’s thickly muscled shoulder and richly maned head, she started to move, fucking his brutal horn in and out of her wet hole. She had three strong alien hands on her—Vorne and Grekh squeezing and spreading her ass, and Xalleus gripping her hips to support her. The rest of the hands were all busy stroking hard cocks.
“Oh fuck,” Corrie moaned as she felt her interior squeeze around Xalleus’s horn. “Oh fuck yes…"
The ribbing and ridges of his bony protuberance were abrading her inner membrane so perfectly. His point was like a vicious claw tickling at her special, sensitive spot. That delicious pressure was welling in her again, even more quickly than she had anticipated.
At the last second, Xalleus shifted both hands to Corrie’s hips and held her in his superhumanly strong grip—held her steady to halt the involuntary bucking of her hips as she climaxed, spilling her thick excretions down his horn and onto his face.
Xalleus’s cock, untouched, jetted long streams of semen in pale arcs, striping the ground with his seed as he groaned.
Once the last shudder of her orgasm had rippled through her, Xalleus lifted Corrie off his horn. Her pussy closed with a wet squelch as it slid off his sharp tip. He lowered her onto his lap, penetrating her once again, this time with his horn of flesh.
As she straddled him, he leaned her naked, sweat-glistening body back, providing an ample target onto which Vorne and Grekh could unload their own hot seed. The ropes of jissom criss-crossed her face and breasts and belly as she whined and mewled.
With a last few grunts, Vorne and Grekh finished, dribbling their last drops on her achingly erect nipples.
Xalleus swiped the sticky fluid from her breasts, smeared it onto her lips, and fed it to her with his thumb, which Corrie sucked ravenously as if the spilt seed had reinvigorated her after her devastating climax.
For a few minutes Corrie just sat there, panting and impaled on Xalleus’s cum-glazed cock while Vorne and Grekh towered over her.
“Naughty little mate,” Xalleus said at last “Look at the mess you’ve made.”
“Very naughty,” Grekh added. “You made us spill our seed in all the wrong places.”
“We’ll have to punish you,” Vorne finished with a cruel chuckle. “Thoroughly.”
Though both Vorne and Grekh had just covered her in a quantity of fluid far beyond what any Earth men would ever be capable of, their cocks were still fully erect and jumping with their heart beats. Xalleus’s cock throbbed inside her, still equally hard as well.
Corrie looked at them each in turn, first Grekh, then Xalleus, and finally Vorne.
“Punish me?” she asked in a breathy voice. “How? Please show me how…”
The aliens grinned. While Xalleus held Corrie in his lap, Vorne and Grekh knelt and closed in around their seed-anointed mate, enfolding her like hungry shadows in the night.
EPILOGUE
“Look, Mom! A ship! A ship!”
Corrie was walking across one of the solid stone bridges that traversed the canyon, connecting one half of the city of Ashlar to the other. Her brood of little ones, seven in total, were marching behind her like ducklings with the exception of her littlest, Neezra, who was being carried curious and wide-eyed in Corrie’s arms, and Safira, who was running excitedly ahead, her finger pointing skyward.
Three exceptions, actually, if one counted the child growing inside Corrie’s melon-rounded belly.
It was Safira who had spotted the ship. At five cycles, she was the eldest and also the boldest of the brood. Already she was long of limb and athletic. At the rate she was growing, it wouldn’t be too long before she was taller than her mother. Corrie smiled at her eldest daughter’s excitement as she made sure all of her younger sisters saw the ship.
Sure enough, a pale white contrail of a spacecraft was streaking across the dark sky overhead. They were probably going to land at the former Juvanis facility, which had been repaired and converted into a spaceport. It seemed like more of the ships were coming every day.
But these were not Galen Group ships like in the days gone by. Galen and their Juvanis operation had been all but eradicated from the face of the planet. These new ships that were now arriving in ever greater numbers were something different—they were smugglers.
Their presence was welcomed by the Terramarans for these smuggler ships brought a resource of great value indeed.
As they neared the end of the bridge and the yawning, black entrance that led into the depths of the city, Corrie glanced at the windows and balconies carved into the cliff face.
When she had first arrived here, those windows had all been eerily empty, like dead eyes.
Now, however, many of the windows were filled with Terramarans, many of them gazing skyward to watch the ship streaking overhead before it passed beyond the rim of the canyon. Most of those watchers were males—Terramaran warriors who had been freed from the Juvanis farms.
But not all of them were males. There were female faces scattered here and there as well. Corrie even recognized a few of them and waved.
Then, with her brood of little ones in tow, Corrie slipped inside the dark portal at the end of the bridge. Even though the outside world was dark, the sky clouded as usual with dark volcano smoke, stepping inside the interior still felt like stepping into an air-conditioned building after being outside in the hot sun. Here within the warrens of tunnels, corridors, and chambers, cool breezes circulated, taking the edge off the volcanic heat of the outer world.
They followed their usual route, a route that Corrie had first traveled over five years before. That time, it had been mostly silent except for some otherworldly music. Now, however, it echoed with the laughter of her playful daughters.
Soon enough they reached their destination.
The chamber of the Listener.
The old woman—for that was how Corrie thought of her, despite her alien appearance—was seated as she had been the first time Corrie laid eyes upon her, on the central dais of the domed room, partially cloaked in subterranean vapors and plucking at her zandolin.
At the sound of the children’s voice
s, however, she left off her playing and rose to greet them.
The children, led by Safira, all rushed forward and crowded around, hugging the Listener’s legs as she touched their little heads. A faint smile curled at the alien’s thin lips, and her green eyes glowed with affection.
“All right, all right,” she said in a booming voice. “Enough of that. It’s time for your lessons. Safira, help your sisters get their instruments and arrange the cushions on the floor. I need to speak with your mother for a moment.”
Safira was at an age where she enthusiastically jumped at any opportunity to help out, and she relished her role as the leader of her younger sisters. Safira immediately began shepherding her siblings toward one side of the round room where there was a rack of child-sized zandolins along with other, simpler instruments for the younger and less nimble hands.
As the shouting group of girls bustled and prepared for their music lesson, the old Listener stepped down from the dais and approached Corrie.
“Hello grandmother,” Corrie said with a smile, for that was truly how she thought of Gulnara now.
“Hello my child,” Gulnara said. She turned toward the wide-eyed Neezra, who was still clinging to her mother’s shoulder like a little blue monkey and stroked her chubby cheek. “Hello littlest, how are you?”
Neezra just stared at her great-grandmother with a look of wonder and unabashed curiosity that only the smallest children are capable of.
Corrie smiled and bobbed the child gently.
“Tell Gran’mama what we saw on our way over,” Corrie said to little Neezra. “We saw another spaceship, didn’t we?”
The child, just stared at her with an adorable, perplexed look. Gulnara stroked her silky hair. Corrie handed the child over to Gulnara, who cradled the little one lovingly.
“Yes, I sensed the ship,” Gulnara said, looking at Neezra but speaking to Corrie. “It was filled with more Earth women. There are more arriving every day.”
Corrie had suspected as much.
The fall of the first Juvanis facility had only been the beginning. As the army of Terramarans grew, other facilities were liberated. It didn’t take long for the humans to start fleeing. The Galen Group’s workers hadn’t signed on for this level of danger, and they fled back to Earth in a hurry.
As news spread about strange happenings on the planet of Terramara, journalists began to show up on the planet, brought here secretly by smugglers. Corrie even knew some of them from her days working at the Solar Sentinel. The journalists interviewed her and wrote about her experiences.
In that manner, her story did make it back to Earth after all, just not in the way she had expected.
She was more famous than she had ever been before, but now she couldn’t care less about that.
Earth was not her home anymore.
Her home was Terramara.
But the spread of her story had some important effects for her new homeworld. For one thing, when people found out the truth about what had been happening on Terramara, there was a massive backlash against the Galen Group. The government as well as investors cut ties with the organization, making it even harder for Galen to maintain their hold on the planet.
Corrie had hoped that would happen. But she had never expected the other result.
Women were coming to Terramara. Human women in search of protective, alien mates.
In her interviews, Corrie had been forthright about her relationship with Vorne, Grekh, and Xalleus. Of course, she hadn’t shared every dirty detail, but many Earthlings had no trouble reading between the lines, and they wanted what Corrie had too.
At first, it had been just a small trickle of women. They hired smugglers to bring them to Terramara. Soon, however, they were arriving in the hundreds.
Corrie couldn’t have been happier.
As much as she enjoyed making babies with her three alien mates, she was relieved that she no longer had to bear the burden of repopulating an entire planet all by herself.
“You said you needed to speak with me, Grandmother?” Corrie asked Gulnara, who seemed to have become distracted by the baby.
“Oh yes,” Gulnara answered. “I have received a premonition, and a happy one at that.”
“What was it?” Corrie asked.
“I will share it with you.”
Instead of telling Corrie about the premonition, the Listener reached out her long-fingered hand and grasped Corrie’s bare arm. The vapors drifting up from the crevices in the floor swirled, and they seemed almost to encircle Corrie. She breathed them in, and instantly she felt the psychic bond take hold.
Over the past years, Corrie’s psychic intuitions had grown stronger. Gulnara had trained her and guided her. Corrie had learned how to meditate, to quiet her mind and listen to the voices of the stars. Sometimes all she got was a feeling, other times she could make out words and messages.
Other times, like now, it came in the form of an image impressed on her mind’s eye.
The domed chamber seemed to disappear. The laughter of her daughters preparing for their music lesson faded, and the cool, soft air was replaced with warm, sweeping wind.
Corrie saw a colossal sculpture chiseled from stone into the face of a mountain of obsidian. It was an enormous monument carved in the shape of four figures. Three of them were clearly males, with massive, curling horns and bulging muscles. Even though their features were not exactly right, Corrie recognized them instantly, just as she recognized the fourth, central figure of a woman, her belly distended with pregnancy.
It was like looking into a mirror of stone.
All around the monument were Terramarans. Tens of thousands of them. Men, women, and children in great abundance celebrating to the sound of music.
“This I have seen,” Gulnara’s voice spoke from nowhere and everywhere. “It is more than ten thousand cycles in the future. The planet has been reborn, and our people live in peace. And they remember with great reverence the Mother of Terra-Mar. Their legends say that long ago the Mother came from the sky and brought life back to this world.”
As Gulnara’s voice spoke these words, Corrie’s vision seemed to fly over the landscape of the planet like a soaring drashegar. She saw fungi fields ripe and abundant with crops. She saw cities thriving with Terramaran citizens. And she saw too that the Earthlings still came to Terra-Mar, though now they came to trade as equals, not to enslave.
At last, the vision faded. The sound of giggling voices returned to Corrie’s ears. Her daughters were on the other side of the room, happily arranging their cushions on the floor so that their great-grandmother could instruct them in the ways of music and song.
Gulnara drew her hand back from Corrie’s arm and smiled.
Corrie, for her part, was speechless. Was that vision real? In ten thousand years, would she really be remembered as a legend?
Gulnara nodded slightly, as if answering Corrie’s unspoken questions, and then said, “Your mates are awaiting you in your chambers, my child. They have good news.”
With that, Gulnara turned and carried little Neezra to where the others were gathered. She bobbed the little one in her arms and hummed a sweet, traditional tune that seemed to enchant the child.
Corrie was left standing there in disbelief.
Was it true?
She had to believe that it was. After all, the Listener had been right about everything else. It seemed like such a heavy burden, to be a legend—the mother of an entire planet.
Corrie sighed, and smiled, as she realized it wasn’t important at all.
The only things that mattered to her now were her children, the ones gathered here in this chamber for their music lesson, and the one growing inside of her belly. Corrie smoothed her hands over her round midsection and felt a little jolt as the baby kicked inside her.
Yes, her children were all that mattered now.
Her children, and her mates.
Gulnara had said they were awaiting her in their chambers with some good news.
Corrie treasured all of the time she spent with her daughters. Usually, they were all together—a raucous, swirling storm of little girls. But every now and then, for one reason or another, she would get to spend some one-on-one time with each of them, and she especially enjoyed these moments when she could just focus on one of her daughters.
Now, as she walked down the vaulted corridors of the carved canyon city, Corrie experienced this feeling with the child now residing in her belly.
All of her pregnancies had been of irregular lengths. It was a side-effect, apparently, of her hybrid status—half human and half alien. For Safira, her first, it had only lasted five months. For the twins, Ina and Una, she’d had a full nine months, like a normal human pregnancy. The others had all been somewhere in between. None of them had been premature, and all of the babies had been hearty and healthy at their birth. It was just that some of them took longer than others.
And this one was taking the longest of all. It had been nearly a full year now that she had been carrying this child in her womb.
Gulnara had told her that this was no cause for alarm, and Corrie trusted the Listener and sensed that she was right. Her intuition and the signals from her body all told her that the baby was as healthy as could be. She was just taking her sweet time preparing for her big entrance into the world.
Still, Corrie was curious why this one was taking so long.
She wasn’t worried, just curious.
As she strolled down the corridor to her home overlooking the lava canyon, she smoothed her hands over the pale blue globe of her belly.
“Maybe you’re just a little timid,” Corrie whispered. “That’s okay. Take all the time you need.”
In a sudden flash of intuition, a thought came to her mind.
This child wasn’t a little girl. It was a little boy in there. Her first boy.
If Corrie had tried to explain how she knew this, she would have been unable to find the words. She simply new it beyond all doubt.
“A boy,” Corrie whispered in happy amazement.