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Easton stands and pulls his shirt over his head. His body is carved from years of disciplined workouts, all hard muscle and defined lines, and I want to touch every inch of it. But he's not focused on me yet. "Theo. Ronan. Get her undressed." They move together like they've done this a hundred times before. Theo pulls my shirt over my head while Ronan unclasps my bra from behind. Four hands on my body, stripping me bare, touching and teasing as they go. When I'm naked on the couch and they're still fully clothed, the power imbalance makes me even wetter. "That's better." Easton unbuckles his belt, watching me squirm. "Now. Come here. Both of you." He means me and Theo. We both move to kneel in front of him as he pulls out his cock. It's thick and heavy, already hard, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. My mouth waters. "Together." He wraps his hand around the base. "Share it. I want to watch you worship it." I lean in from one side, Theo from the other. Our tongues meet on

Ronan takes Theo's place as I climb onto the couch on all fours, my body trembling but still hungry for more. He positions himself behind me, hands spreading my ass cheeks to look at the cum already dripping from my hole. "Look at this." His voice is thick with arousal. "Already full of Easton's load. And I'm going to add mine." He pushes into my ass, still loose and slick from Easton, and starts fucking me with no warm-up. The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much after everything, but I push back against him, taking every thrust. "Been waiting all night for this." He grips my hips hard enough to bruise. "Watching everyone else get a turn. Watching you fall apart over and over. Now it's my turn to wreck you." Easton moves in front of me, his cock already hardening again. It's still covered in the mess we made, and he strokes it slowly, watching my face. "Clean me off." He orders. "Taste what we've done to you." I take him into my mouth, tasting myself and Theo's cum and Ea

I drop to my knees on the cold stone floor, looking up at him in the candlelight. He's still fully dressed, still in his vestments, his collar stark white against his flushed skin. But the bulge straining against his black pants tells me everything I need to know about what's coming. About what I've done to this holy man."Take it out." His voice is commanding, brooking no argument. "See what your sin has created. See what twelve years of celibacy looks like."My hands shake as I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants with trembling fingers. His cock springs free and I stop breathing. He's huge. Thick and long, veins running along the shaft, the head flushed and leaking. Twelve years of celibacy, and this is what he's been hiding under those black vestments."Father." The word comes out as a whisper, reverent. "You're so big.""Open your mouth." He fists his hand in my wet hair, pulling tight. "Show me how sorry you are for tempting me. Show me your devotion."I open my mouth and he shove

I've been dreaming of this for months.Not this exactly. Not waking up naked on an organic examination table in what's clearly an alien vessel. But something like this. Something inhuman touching me, filling me, using me in ways no human ever could. I thought the dreams were just fantasies. Stress from isolation on the research station. A xenobiologist's imagination running wild.Now I know they were preparation.The room pulses around me, walls breathing with bioluminescent light. My wrists are held above my head by something warm and organic. My ankles are spread wide, leaving me completely exposed. I test the restraints, not to escape, but to feel them. To confirm this is real.You're not afraid. The voice appears in my mind, curious. Most specimens panic. Struggle. You're... calm."I'm a xenobiologist." My voice comes out steadier than expected. "I've spent my career hoping for first contact. I just didn't expect it to be quite so... intimate."You've been dreaming of me. Not a qu

The tentacles slow their rhythm but don't withdraw. I'm still filled in every hole, still trembling from countless orgasms, still feeling its presence in my mind like a warm embrace.You've exceeded every expectation. The voice resonates with something like affection. So willing. So receptive. Your body has accepted me completely, and so has your mind."What happens now?" My voice is raw from screaming, but I'm not afraid. I'm eager. Ready.Now I give you what you were made for. Now I make you a mother.The thin tentacle in my womb pulses and I feel something moving through it. Something spherical, sliding toward me through the narrow channel. My breath catches with anticipation.My eggs need a warm human womb to incubate. And yours is perfect. You're going to carry them for me, Kira. You're going to nurture them with your body until they're ready to emerge."Yes." I moan the word as I feel the first egg pressing against my cervix. "Yes, give them to me. Fill me. Make me a mother."Th