by Jay Aury
“Oooh,” she moaned softly as the tip of its tentacle stroked her folds, getting her wetter with its tender touch. Her body ached. She wanted this creature. This heavenly thing which had come for her. Without a thought she shrugged out of her zip suit, freeing her arms from the clinging fabric and baring her chest in all its glory. She hooked her thumbs in the band of her pants and peeled it from her mons and legs, kicking it aside.
The glow of the creature’s lights had changed. The soft blues and enticing violets darkened, tinting an aroused red as it stared at her naked body. The colours moved more quickly now. Its limbs stretched forward and stroked her glistening pussy. She moaned softly, surrendering to its touch. It wanted her. She felt hotter still. Desire burned in her as she watched the oddly erotic movements of the lights.
She stretched out her arms, surrendering to the grasp of the creature. She sighed as its limbs wrapped about her arms, another her waist, lifting her nearer its wedged head. Its eyes glowed brighter. Swallowing her. She stared into them. Surrendered to them.
Breed.
It was not a word. It was an impression. A want.
“How,” she murmured. She had no doubt it could with her. It could do anything.
A pulse of red seemed to slide down its torso, gather at its groin. A pair of rigid cocks stretched from the flesh. Strange, wedge shaped things, pulsating with the same light as its body.
“Ahhh,” she sighed. A sound of understanding. Of surrender and desire. No need for words. Never again. She let her head hang back, hair falling down. She relaxed her muscles. He was large. She would need to so that he would fit.
He lowered her, and she felt him enter her. His glow pushed into her ass and cunt at the same time. She murmured softly at the pressure of its twin cocks, but then merely sighed as its wedged tips pushed past her resistance. Filling her. The heat of his lights glowed within her. Warmed her. Completed her. He began to thrust into her, and she rocked her hips, reciprocating. Needing him. Needing his seed.
She felt the compulsion of his gaze again and looked into the eyes of her mate. His eyes pulsed a feverish red. She could feel how close he was. How her body had brought him to it. She ached for his seed. To be fulfilled by that glorious consummation.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Breed me.”
He pushed inside her again. Three more strokes. Then, he stiffened, pushing as far into her as he could go. And came.
Rapture filled her with his orgasm. She gasped, the intensity of their joining rocking through her body. She moaned, sagging in his grasp, feeling his seed warm her ass and womb. Spilling throughout her inside. She was crying. Weeping for the loss. For the years she had been forced to live without her mate.
But never again.
He drew out of her carefully and put her down. She slumped to her knees, weakened by its tender love making. His luminous seed soaked her thighs and bum, glowing a pale blue in the darkness beneath the jungle.
He turned around, showing her the motes of shifting glows which made his back. A canvas of beckoning light. Without a thought she rose and padded after him, her ass and cunt aglow. And the darkness of Lanaar swallowed them and their bobbing lights.
Steff and the Jungle
Steff banged shut the outside panel of the engine. He tapped the projector behind his ear, observing the holographic disc before his eye as it rattled off the diagnostic. He nodded once, then tapped an ignition code into his arm band.
He stepped back as the engine rumbled. A dull glow grew in the depths of the six round propulsion tanks. Steff checked his eyepiece. Everything was green. He sighed and switched off the engines, listening to the whine as it died, as if complaining he wouldn’t let it fly.
Steff fondly patted the pitted metal. “We did a number on you this time old girl,” he said sadly. “But you’re working now. All we need is the captain to get back and we’ll be on our way.”
He left the engine, tapping his arm band to ensure it would be warm when Tatia returned.
If she returned.
He grimaced at the pessimistic thought but shook it away. Despite his reservations, the captain was one of the best he’d ever met. And the most attractive.
“Bia!” he called. “Then engine’s ready. Did you get the navigation system done?” Steff looked towards the loading ramp. “…Bia?”
Still no answer. Frowning, he made his way around the ship and to the ramp. He climbed onto it, peering into the dark depths of the cargo hold. “Bia?”
He pulled back, his gaze panning the choking jungle which loomed at the edge of the camp. His lens beeped, breaking down the structure of the forest, scanning its exterior for anything out of the ordinary. “Dammit,” he muttered, descending the clanging deck. “She couldn’t have been so stupid! I warned her this planet was dangerous!”
His lens beeped. It outlined a shape in the shadows of the fronds, focusing on it. Something not there before. It stitched the curves of a woman. Steff stared that way, but couldn’t quite make out more. He took a wary step forward. “…Bia?”
The shape moved, leaving the foliage behind. Steff’s jaw fell open with awe.
It was a woman, though unlike any he had seen before. Her skin was a rich green and her nipples dark blacks. She had long legs leading to broad hips. Her every step was a sultry swagger, her hands running along her glistening flesh. She smiled, a face of such perfect beauty he was stunned. Her breasts were bared for his eyes, full and sweet. Her lashes fluttered, half obscuring a pair of eyes black as pitch, shaded by hair filled with a crown of rich flowers.
“Ah…Hello?” Steff said.
She giggled, continuing to advance. Steff clutched his wrench before him like some sort of shield, taking an uncertain step backwards. “You…”
She put a finger to his lips, giggling softly. Steff stared at the perfectly formed digit, its flesh faintly green.
The flowers of her hair suddenly bloomed. He gasped as a vast fog of pollen enveloped his head. He blinked frantically, coughing, rubbing his eyes to try and clear them. He never even felt the flower she plucked from her bouquet and placed into his hair.
He shoved her back. His eyepiece blinked, knocked off from the violent efforts of his hands. He peered blearily at the smiling woman. “What the hell…what are you? What is…”
His voice faded. His eyes grew wide. There was a crawling sensation against his scalp. Twisting into his ear. He reached up.
Stop
He lowered his hands, staring blankly at the green woman. She was still smiling, but her black eyes were deep now. Heavy. As he stared into them, they seemed to swallow him.
She giggled again, moving towards him. He tried to step back but her command held him. He felt the winding sensation against his ear again. In his scalp. A prickling like the cold against the roots of his hair. A shudder worked its way across his skin.
Without preamble she tenderly stripped him. Her hands caressed his skin and across his chest and waist. They slid over his groin and cupped his manhood. He hardened immediately. She crooned, her dark eyes looking into his face. Again the smile.
She touched his chin and stepped away. Without a thought he followed her, naked into the jungle. Leaves and fronds brushed his skin. It grew dark beneath the eaves. He trembled with a desperate desire to move. To get away! But no matter his efforts he docilely continued walking.
For an hour they marched into the depths of the jungle. She brought him to the foot of an immense tree. Its trunk was a vast twisting thing of what looked like hundred of cords all bound together. At their peak they spread out into a huge canopy of branches. Strange leaves grew from those limbs, the stamen stark and red like veins. Heavy flowers hung like bells, breathing a pollen that hung in the air like motes of dust.
She touched his chest and gently pressed him down to the foot of the tree. She straddled him, his cock pressing against the groove of her ass. She crooned, her long lashes beating like s butterfly’s wings. She leaned down and tenderly kissed him.
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br /> His eyes fluttered. He found he could move. He reached up and grasped her back, pulling her closer against him. She gasped, giggled, her nymphic face glowing with pleasure. Her breasts were firm and her nipples hard as they pressed into his bare chest. She stroked his shoulders, easing up so that her breasts were level with his face. He did not think. Instinct, animal drive, ruled him. He leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth.
She moaned, pulling him against her. Milk unlike anything he had ever tasted squirted into his mouth. Thick and heavy, yet sweet. More like sap than anything. He moaned as he drank of her, warmth spreading through his body. A heat.
His hands dug into her ripe green flesh. She gasped, crooning as he pressed her against him. He took his lips from her breast, his eyes flashing. He growled, flipping her over. She squealed in surprise, then giggled as he loomed over her. Willingly she spread her legs, baring the wet slit of her cunt.
Steff growled. An animal sound. He grasped his cock, pumping it. He was hard. Harder than ever before. The flower in his hair creaked as its roots dug deeper into his head, subsuming the man. Leaving the beast. He thrust, filling her in a stroke. She gasped, moaned, welcoming him with her arms.
“Ahhh,” he groaned. Her cunt was tight and greedy. It sucked on his cock. He began to move, thrusting inside of her. She laughed breathlessly, grinding against him. He leaned down, biting her shoulder. She cried out, clawing at his back as he viciously fucked her.
All that could be heard was the eager slap of flesh and their panting. He moaned, orgasm clenching through him. He thrust, and came, spilling his seed inside of her. She moaned, pawing at him as he filled her, her insides sucking up his seed hungrily.
Breathing heavily, he started to come down, only for her to draw him to her breast once more. He licked her nipple, tasting again her milk. New strength spread to his limbs as her sap filled his stomach. Again his grip tightened on her.
She giggled, twisting in his grasp. She pressed her ass against his groin, rubbing his hardness between the ripe globes of her cheeks. She glanced back, sucking on her finger, then pressing it against the star of her asshole.
Steff snarled. “Tease!” He parted her cheeks and thrust home, lubed by her spit. She gasped, a senseless sound of pleasure as he stuffed her and began to thrust.
Her ass was far tighter than her cunt. He leaned against her back, grasping her gravid breasts in his hands. She cried out as his fingers dug into the plush green flesh, squirting her viscuous sap onto the roots of the tree which hungrily devoured it, sucking it into its gnarled bark.
Steff grunted. Rutting the tight hole of her ass. He bit the back of her neck. She mewled, meekly submitting to the rough mating. He thrust greedily. His balls clenched as he came again, filling her once more.
He sighed, weakened. She easily rolled him off of her and onto his back, nestled among the roots of the trees. She straddled him again, smiling down. Sap glistened from her nipples and along the smooth flesh of her breasts. The pollen from the tree surrounded her like a halo, the flowers in her hair breathing out more.
Steff stared, enraptured. He tried to rise but she pressed a hand to his chest, keeping him on his back with ease. So weak... She slid down him, lifting, and he saw to his amazement he was hard again. She crooned as she lifted her ass and then descended onto his cock once more. She sighed as her folds sheathed his length, and once more she began to move.
Exhaustion claimed Steff. He could only moan, quivering beneath her ardour. He clenched when he came, filling her again. But she didn’t stop. She milked him voraciously, fucking him once more. He moaned brokenly as she squeezed yet another orgasm from him. “No,” he whimpered. “Please…no more…”
She laughed softly, shaking her head, her hips moving again. She leaned down and kissed him, her lips soft and plump. Her eyes dark, cold. Predatory.
Finally she finished. She rose from his abused cock and stepped lightly towards the tree. The limbs of the great thing stirred as if in a silent wind. Branches creaked as they descended. Steff, what part of him was still able of thought, watched in amazement as flowers latched onto her nipples, another spreading its petals over her cunt and a third against her ass.
She sighed as the flowers fed. Bulges drawn from her body and into the tree itself. She moaned, quivering as the tree sucked his seed from her. Gasping, her cheeks flushed a darker green, the flowers in her hair stirring and tinkling like bells.
The tree fed from her long. Eventually, it detached its flowers with a lewd pop from breast and quim, retreating above. To Steff’s eyes, the whole tree seemed greener. More vibrant. The red veins in the leaves seemed to glow.
The nymph shuddered, glowing with ecstasy. She left him, moving with a light step to a small spring nearby. She filled her hands with water and then came to him. She smiled, lifting her hands to his lips. He drank with a compelling thirst, some slopping onto his chin. Twice more she made the journey to the pool. When he had at last been sated, she eased over him, feeding him her breast again. He could not help but drink. Strength returned to him. His breathing deepened as his eyes darkened with lust. He grabbed her, threw her against the roots. She laughed happily as he thrust himself between her legs, filling her aching cunt, fucking her again.
The sound of their mating echoed through the jungle. The nymph of the alien world fucked Steff wantonly, sucking his seed from him. Feeding him when his strength faded. Taking him when he was strong.
And above them the tree waited. Its flowers quivering with hunger.
Tatia and the Ship
Tatia had no trouble finding Valith’s ship. Smoke rose from the hulk in a dozen places, climbing serpentine into the sky. With every break in the trees she spotted it, summoning her on. It helped to gaze that way. The jungle unnerved her. The place was thick and virile, covering the land in a wash of greenery. Trees hung strange vines low from thick fronds, and the carpet of moss on the ground rose and fell in strange undulations.
She could smell the smoke of the crash when a flash of metal caught her eye. She slowed her speeder, the buzz of its grav engine falling to a hum. The glint repeated, the heavy movements of some shadows catching her eyes. She tapped her speeder, coasting it forward warily until she was close enough to see.
She caught her breath in shock. Before her lay a glade swallowed in fungal growths. They clawed at the trunks and swelled from the branches, carpeting the ground in grotesque shades of browns and yellows.
But it was the men who made her shudder in horror. Men in the crude garb of pirates moaned and twitched on the ground. Thick, scabrous growth of fungus clung to their bodies, throbbing across their flesh. One man raised his head spotting her. The pirate whimpered, reaching up a hand, as if begging for help.
Tatia gripped her blaster, but didn’t fire. She would only draw whatever horrors waited in the glade. She swung her rifle back onto her shoulder and revved the engine, speeding away. A moaning cry followed her, sending chills down her spine.
It wasn’t far from there to the Vulkrin. She glided out of the foliage, flinching at the brush of the leaves. She slowed, halting as she beheld the ruin of the pirate’s ship. Its nose was buried deep in the marshy soil like some great beast brought down by the hunter. Ribs of struts showed where armour plating had been torn away. Its engines jutted from the deep furrow the jagged ship had plowed into the ground, antennae and turrets twisted and warped, blackened and steaming from the heat of re-entry.
Tatia remained where she was for a long moment, watching for movement. But the wreck was silent, save for the soft susurrations of the jungle as it stirred in the lazy wind. Leaving her speeder under cover, Tatia dismounted, swinging her rifle about. It settled against her shoulder with firm familiarity, chamber humming as it charged, and she started off.
She darted from cover to cover, creeping closer to the ruined vessel. There were enough ways in thanks to the holes punched through the armoured shell of the ship. She chose one near the engine, where the Light Core would be. Hol
ding her breath, she darted across the divide and scrambled up the sloping hull, her feet banging on the durasteel before she slipped inside of the wreck.
She stopped there, taking things in, panning the barrel of her blaster warily about. A corridor lay before her, red emergency lights glowing across the buckled passages. Warily she stalked forward, making her way towards the engine bay. Not a sound disturbed her progress. Wires and cables hung in her path like plasteel vines, gutted from the scoured walls of the ship. As the extent of the damage became apparent a fear took root of finding the engine bay in ruins, the Light Core destroyed.
She made it to the engine bay without seeing a soul. The robust construction so deep in the ship looked intact, and as she reached the door she raised her rifle and slapped the activator for the door. It slid open, grinding in a way that set her teeth on edge, but opened, baring the ringed shape of the engine room.
Relief was palpable as she beheld the Light Core. The glass casing held the gleaming sphere intact. Cabling sprawled in typical ad hoc fashion of poor engineering, leading into the walls like some tentacle horror sprawling from the glowing case. She grimaced at the mental image and grabbed the core, carefully disconnecting its feeds from the rest of the engine. The room’s hum died as she yanked the case from its housing with a hiss, the emergency lights dimming in the dark chamber.
She grinned, fierce and triumphant. Slinging the core over her shoulder with a strap, gripping her rifle in her free hand, she raced back down the passage. Bursting out of the broken hide of the pirate ship, she sped across the scorched divide burned in the jungle, noting idly already the greenery was crawling over the scarred ground. She flung aside the leaves obscuring her bike and swung down the core, strapping it down and causing the speeder to bob as it adjusted to the weight.
She had just pulled the last strap tight when she heard the click. Before she could move a stunning blaster shot took her in the back. She screamed, falling to the ground, shuddering as her nervous system shorted out from the pulse.