by S. L. Hadley
A slow, burning pressure began to spread through Nadia’s chest and she realized with a start that the alien had done precisely that. She squirmed, eyes rolling wildly, but there was nothing she could do but endure. After a few seconds, however, air began to fill her lungs once more. Trembling, Nadia panted and lay still.
She’d scarcely taken a half-dozen breaths when the Coleos seemed to come to life. Immediately, a flurry of sensations threatened to overwhelm her. The tentacle in her ass began to thrust and withdraw, stroking parts of Nadia’s body she’d never known existed. At the same time, the fierce, milking pressure returned to each of the sucker-mouthed tentacles attached to her most vulnerable spots. Moaning, Nadia could do nothing but lie there and allow her body to be ravaged by the alien’s whims. And then, as if to top it off, another contraction struck.
This one was different than the rest. Where all the previous had been mere pressure, this contraction felt like she’d been punched in the gut. While the pheromones blocked her sense of pain, the sheer power of it made her eyes water. Nearly doubling over where she lay, Nadia squealed. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help wonder if she was being split open from the inside.
The thrusting of the Hivelord’s tentacle slowed almost immediately. Though it continued to thrust, its movements became far more deliberate, curling upward as though massaging her from the inside. As a result, the first time Nadia felt her offspring begin to slide free of her body was through her ass, rather than the usual way.
It should have been terrifying. Or, at the very least, sent her headlong into a panic attack. Perhaps it was simply a side-effect of the pheromones or shortage of air, but Nadia found herself responding in the very last way she’d ever expected.
Arousal.
Shutting her eyes, Nadia groaned in delight at the absurdity of it all. She was in labor, being fucked in the ass by an alien while it milked the milk from her swollen breasts and kept her lightheaded from lack of oxygen. And, yet, the only thing she could think of was how badly she wanted to cum.
Her legs ached from keeping them elevated, to say nothing of how badly the rest of her throbbed. Nadia shuddered, wishing she could thrash but lacking the energy for such a thing. Her lungs still burned as she gulped the paltry amount of air the Hivelord allowed to reach her.
“Well?” Card asked, startling her with the nearness of his voice.
Nadia opened her eyes and was surprised to find the doctor kneeling beside her. The Hivelord’s tentacle was still wrapped around his neck and his eyes still glowed amber, but in the moment there was nothing she wanted to see more.
Well, almost.
Nadia’s eyes locked on the man’s still-unsatisfied erection. She wanted to reach out and grasp it, but he scooted closer before she had the chance.
“Allow me,” he murmured.
With gentleness that Nadia hadn’t thought possible from a Coleos, the puppet-man lifted her head and cradled it against his knees. His manhood now rested mere inches from her face, still slick with alien slime. Yet, it may as well have been miles away for all the good it did her.
Slowly, the tentacle in Nadia’s throat withdrew. She had just enough time to gasp an enormous lungful of air and flash a smile. Then she lunged.
Growling deep in her throat, Nadia plunged the man’s cock deep between her lips. Compared to the alien tentacle it replaced, it was rather shallow penetration. But, judging by the groan of satisfaction Card emitted as her lips enveloped his base and her nose brushed against his abdomen, the good doctor had no complaints.
Closing her eyes once more, Nadia began to bob her head energetically. The alien ichor coating his shaft was tangy, almost sweet on her tongue. It proved fortunate, since it allowed her to focus solely on the delirious pleasure building swiftly inside her. Yet, despite growing more aroused by the second, she barely seemed any closer to the moment of truth. It was like travelling toward the mountains, the sheer scale of her destination hindered any sense of progress.
Mercifully, her desire grew and grew, until it loomed over her as a monstrous need. She could scarcely breathe from the weight of it. Within moments, it had turned her legs to jelly and left every bit of her quivering in anticipation.
Card grunted suddenly and let out a shaky growl through his teeth. His fingers clutched at the back of his head, forcing himself deeper into her mouth as his orgasm arrived. Still wedged in the doorway, the Hivelord roared as well. Apparently, the connection worked both ways and the massive alien was all too pleased by the experience.
Nadia sputtered as the man erupted in her mouth. Lolling her head as much as she could, she swallowed furiously, struggling to keep his seed from pouring uncontrollably down her throat. She managed reasonably well and savored the feeling of his warm cream pooling on her tongue as his orgasm subsided and the flow slowed to a trickle.
“Wonderful,” Card muttered, seeming disoriented.
Nadia beamed up at him, heady with the nearness of her own climax. She suckled playfully on the man’s still-twitching member and only barely managed to avoid biting down as the tentacle in her rear suddenly thrust deep.
Nadia yelped, trembling at the powerful sensation that rocked her. A second later, the remaining tentacles tugged sharply, stretching her nipples and aching, sensitive clit then popping loose with an ecstatic burst of pleasure.
Before she even had time to acknowledge the fact, Nadia was cumming.
And, true to the Hivelord’s word, she’d never felt anything like it.
Nadia’s insides clenched down powerfully, mercilessly squeezing the varied objects stretching her open. A burning in her throat told her she was crying out, but she sure as hell couldn’t hear it; there was a roaring in her ears that drowned out all other sounds.
As for the physical satisfaction… there were no words. Her orgasm was so unlike any other she’d ever had—she’d never even imagined her body was capable of experiencing such a thing. Forget conscious thoughts, her mind couldn’t even manage an unconscious one. Even the pleasure was more than an automatic response, it had become her identity. It was as though she’d spent her life drinking light beer, and the Coleos’ tentacles were 100-proof.
Nadia writhed, unable to remain still. Not that she tried very hard too. Every inch of her shuddered and shook as her climax seemed to drag on for an eternity. Even when the Hivelord’s tentacle slipped free of her ass, it continued unabated and unweakened. As a result, it was difficult, if not outright impossible, to judge precisely when her orgasm ended and the delightful afterglow began. Every bit of her tingled as though asleep and she could do little more than simply lie there and try to catch her breath.
It was only a subtle, gradual change that told Nadia she had wholly come back down. But, unfortunately, it was not a return to normalcy. Propping herself up weakly on an elbow, she groaned and shut her eyes as a rush of vertigo struck and threatened to make her sick.
Panting, Nadia forced herself to focus. After all, she’d dealt with plenty of nausea throughout her high-speed pregnancy. Though it made the sensation grew worse by the second, she eventually managed to reopen her eyes.
The first thing Nadia noticed was her skin. Rather than the pale tone she was accustomed to, dyed a faint blue by the glowing walls, it was flushed a pronounced, almost fiery red.
The second thing was the mass of flailing tentacles coming from her snatch. For a brief instant, she forgot all about the rest of it. The Hivelord, the war, the dozen of watching breeders—it all flew out the back of her mind the moment she laid eyes on her otherworldly brood for the first time.
Swallowing hard, she stretched out a hand to touch the partially born alien.
“You bastard!” Card roared, voice heavy laden with fury. “You could have killed her!”
The outburst was so unexpected it made Nadia freeze. Looking over in Card’s direction, she moaned as her head swam with renewed dizziness.
Dr. Card stood, looking like a man possessed. He stared down the Hivelord, one han
d viciously squeezing the tentacle previously used to control him. If his grip bothered the Coleos, it gave no sign of it. In fact, the behemoth almost seemed amused by the sight of him.
“Go!” Card continued to rage. “Get the fuck out of here!”
And, to Nadia’s surprise, the alien obeyed. Growling, the Hivelord pulled its head back through the doorway. Then it paused, as if considering what it had just done, before turning and walking away with heavy steps that shook the ground long after it vanished out of sight. They only ceased when the thick, stony doors finally swung close, isolating them once more.
Card rushed to Nadia’s side, sinking to his knees. A bruise had begun to form around his neck where the Hivelord’s tentacle had grabbed him, but otherwise, he didn’t seem to have suffered for it. In fact, judging by the fire in his eyes and the tightness of his jaw, he seemed more awake than he’d been in weeks.
Frowning, he pressed a wrist to Nadia’s forehead. His skin felt astonishingly cold and it took her a few seconds to realize that the cause was probably her.
“Oh boy,” Card muttered, leaning and peeking past her swollen stomach with the same intense expression. “Nadia, I need you to breathe, okay? Deep breaths.”
Nadia tried—she really did. But forcing her lungs to do more than suck in a shallow gasp was so exhausting that she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Even when Card began to raise his voice, and shout, she did nothing more than settle back and close her eyes. Slaps, shouting, the feeling of his lips against her cheek as he spoke directly into her ear, it was all insignificant, compared to her desire for sleep.
It was just too easy to give in.
***
Nadia had no appetite.
Well, that wasn’t strictly true. She still felt hungry, she just had no desire to rise and make her way over to the feeding trough. The idea of rising and shoving past the other women for a handful of watery gruel was simply less appealing than the chance to continue sitting, growling stomach or no.
Besides, sitting alone like this gave her the chance to grieve.
With her eyes closed, it was only the sound of approaching footsteps that told her she wasn’t alone. Gritting her teeth, Nadia forced herself to open her eyes.
Dr. Card stood before her, hands cupped into a small bowl. He knelt carefully on one knee, wearing a brave, false smile.
“Hey there, Nadia,” he murmured, stretching his hands toward her. “I brought you something to eat.”
She shook her head, casting her gaze aside. From the corner of her eye, she could see the worry and disappointment on his face. He continued to keep his hands outstretched for several seconds, obviously hoping she’d change her mind. Eventually, when she did not, he glanced back toward the trough and drank the gruel himself. The meals had been delivered less and less frequently over the last few days.
“You doing okay?” he whispered, moving to sit beside her.
She glared at him. Not with her usual anger—grief seemed to have suppressed that peculiar side-effect. Instead, the look had a similar, albeit obvious significance.
What do you think?
Wiping his sticky hands on his filthy jacket, Card reached out and gently took her hand in his.
“You know he’s out there,” he said, softly. “Your… son is fine.”
“I didn’t even get to see him,” Nadia whispered, voice cracking. Her throat was so dry that even those words hurt. “I didn’t hold him.”
“You were lucky to survive,” Card reminded her.
“I know.”
“Are you sure you don’t want some food? I’ll get more….”
“I’m fine.”
Card sighed, interlocking his fingers with hers and squeezing tenderly.
“Nadia, you need to eat something.”
She shook her head again.
“No. It’s better if—”
An explosion tore through the main door, knocking them to the ground and peppering them with bits of gravel. Even after Nadia picked herself up—Card had flung himself across her—it took her several seconds to make sense of what her senses were telling her.
The air was full of dust and smoke. And, far brighter than the dim blue walls, beams of light pierced through the fog, weaving this way and that.
Then, though distantly, she heard it: gunfire.
“Got something here!”
Nadia stared in utter shock as a man—a man, not a Coleos!—walked toward her. The man wore a set of ichor-stained BDUs and held his rifle at the ready. His tactical flashlight blinded her momentarily and she instinctively raised an arm to shield herself. Then the light dropped.
After a few seconds of blinking away spots, Nadia managed to see his face. It was a young man, no older than eighteen, with innocence in his eyes that she’d not seen in years.
“Uh, Sarge?” the lad called over his shoulder. “You’ll want to see this!”
Another figure approached, drawing Nadia’s gaze. And, impossible though it seemed, she recognized the newcomer at once. They’d even served together, before… everything.
“Brooks?” Nadia said, struggling to her feet. “Is that you?”
Sergeant Brooks froze, eyes going wide. He took a half-step back, then looked her over and swallowed hard.
“Nadia?” he said. “My God, is that you? You look like hell.”
Noticing the wide-eyed stare of the young soldier, Nadia suddenly remembered she was naked and ought to be embarrassed by the fact. She went red, then turned and shyly made an attempt at covering herself. At once, Brooks stepped forward and placed himself in front of her.
“Private, go check the others. Find out how many there are.”
As soon as the young man departed, Brooks dropped his pack and offered her a blanket. Nadia accepted it gratefully, wrapping it around herself. It had been so long since she’d felt anything so soft; the mere feeling of it on her filthy skin simultaneously made her want to cry and take a long bath.
Only once she had covered herself did she realize Card had not risen.
“Card!” she cried, dropping to the man’s side. Judging from the blood streaming down the side of his face, he’d been struck by a piece of rubble during the explosion. The rest of his injuries were nothing more than a few insignificant cuts and scrapes, but Nadia had seen enough of war to know that any head wound could be dangerous. She searched for a pulse and, once again, nearly broke down when she found it.
“Brooks, what’s going on?” she demanded.
The sergeant glanced around the room.
“Fighting back. Long story. We need to get you out of here, though. There’s a bird waiting outside the nest. Can you walk?”
Letting out a shaky breath, Nadia squashed the tide of conflicted thoughts. The war had come here? What about her Coleos child? No—if she allowed herself to think about such things, she’d never be able to leave. So, instead, she forced herself to think of the only thing she could care about anymore.
Sighing, Nadia carefully wiped the blood from Card’s face. The doctor’s wound resumed bleeding immediately. The wound was serious, but completely survivable, assuming he received the proper care. Care that he wouldn’t receive if she left.
“Not without him,” she said.
Brooks scoffed.
“Are you kidding?” he snapped. “I barely had the men to get here! We’ll have to send someone back for him.”
Nadia turned and fixed the man with an icy stare.
“Not without him,” she repeated.
Sighing, Brooks threw up his hands in defeat.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “You win. Now can we please get the hell out of here?”
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