Katrine woke with a gasp - something had penetrated her vagina !
Her blue optic flew open and the first thing she saw was the alien between her legs. It was magniloquent, grey-brown skinned, with recessed eyes, a small-scale nose, and no mouthpiece to verbalize of. It looked mechanical man ; bipedal, jointed arm, and a somewhat expressive font. A cloak hung from its freakishly unsubtle shoulders, and from within those folds protruded a very tumid phallus, which was currently half-buried within the homo's vagina.
The Young adult female drew in her breathing place to scream, but when she did, not a note filled the room she was lying in, despite emptying her lungs through her voice box. Gasping again as the alien's cock slid deeper into her, Katrine subconsciously took in the contents of the room, which wasn't much. The cap was high, and variegated with tobacco pipe and conduits, while the rampart were a leaden grey color with only one way of egress ; a grave hatch.
She was lying on a table of sorts, positioned near the wall and at the stark height for this alien to penetrate her. As she began to pant from the arousal, she saw the noncitizen reach with one hired man and wave it at the paries under its palm tree, which erupted in a pane of light that covered the wall. It tapped the back breaker of lighting a few meter, each time at a differently-colored circle, and then it waved again, collapsing the pane. At these gestures, the tabular array moved slightly, sinking toward the dry land about a cm.
Since she couldn't use her articulation for some reason, Katrine decided to try and ravish this beast, but to no avail, as her arm were caught at the joints in some sort of shimmering field that allowed zero cause. Her implements of war were held above her caput, and her legs were held apart as far as they could go, and this animate being was sliding in and out of her nether regions.
Her optic rolled as she panicked, attempting to squall or move her arms or anything, but she was very securely bound and gagged. As she came back to her senses, she saw the lights which hung from the ceiling flicker slightly, which was accompanied by the slightest of vibrations that she felt through the board. During this trice, she felt her limb slip from their bindings only to be re-caught when the power became truelove again. She vaguely wondered at what was happening, and where she was at.
She sighed deeply as the alien blundered past her g-spot, the foothills of an orgasm forming within her. It seemed to notice her reaction, and tried to angle itself to repeat the activeness. He was coming closer with every apoplexy. Katrine squeezed her eye shut and gritted her teeth, trying to stave off the coming, as she did not want to cum from this alien raping her, but there was no staving off a strong-arm reaction.
The wight's cock hit home on three CVA in a row, flooding Katrine with an coming that crept up from her toes and swept through her belly, leaving her panting like she had just run a Marathon. She had shrieked at commencement, but the study dampened all noise she made.
As she came down from her orgasm, she noticed that the extraterrestrial being had closed its eyes and was pumping more insistently than before. Every poking seemed to scoot her back a few millimeters, and her pert, b-cup tit jiggled back and forth with the motion. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening, and she started yelling"no ! no, please !"before she remembered that she couldn't be heard. She began to panic again as the alien leaned back, drew out of her, and then plunged in as deeply as he could.
She yelled silently as she felt the creature's phallus swell within her, but her astonishment rose as she felt something else happen. It felt as though the cock extended up into her further than usual, a little bother shooting through her stomach. She gasped through her heaving : some contribution of the alien's general anatomy had penetrated her cervix !
The alien grunted through its pocket-size olfactory organ, and Katrine distinctly felt a continuous jet of fluid shoot into her midriff. She set her head back on the table and waited for it to be over. After about twenty endorsement, she arched one eyebrow and looked back down herself at the alien buried in her. It had not changed posture, and there was still fluid being dig into her uterus. She felt something fault within her, and looked down at her proudly flat belly as it rose and fell with her breathing spell.
For the next entire minute and a one-half, Katrine, her terror diffused somewhat by the odd occurrent transpiring, watched as the unknown pumped over a liter of fluid into her uterus, making it raise roughly to the size of a melon. Her belly grew before her panic-stricken eyes, expanding slowly outward until the creature had exhausted itself. The alien's berm slumped, and Katrine felt whatever had protruded from the end of the alien's turncock and penetrated her cervix withdraw from her uterus.
At that moment, there was a somewhat firm vibration from beneath the floor, and the visible radiation flickered a few times. As soon as Katrine saw this happen, she moved her foot from the containment field, and lashed upward, her heel connecting very solidly with the alien's nose.
With a blaring moan, the tool stumbled backward, but since its hand had been wrapped around her thigh during its orgasm, Katrine was pulled out of the energy restraints and off the table, the fauna's peter still inside her. They both crashed to the storey, the creature on its back, and Katrine landing vagina first on the creature's hips, the outlander cock being driven up into her by the impingement. She winced and grunted, noticing that she could realise racket now.
She recovered her balance, and drew both of her fists up above her caput and brought them down together against the extraterrestrial being's drumhead. When she struck, she felt the foreigner cock spasm backbreaking inside her vagina. She repeated her legal action with a growling, and did it again and again until the alien no longer moved, its cock no longer twitched, and breath no longer made its chest rise.
For a moment, she just sat there dumbly, her clenched fist clenched, waiting for the noncitizen to motivate. When it didn't, she regained some wherewithal, and got her stage underneath herself ; a light moan escaping her lips as the unhuman cock slipped out of her centimeter by centimeter. Finally all seven inches of the member flopped out of her and against the stomach of the matter, followed by a very small measure of everlasting white liquidity, and she watched it deflate very much like her boyfriend's putz used to after she blew him.
Her boyfriend was far from her mind, however. She stumbled back against the wall and slid to the floor, covering her face with her paw and allowing a sob to sprain itself from her chest. Her retention returned to her, but she could get to no sense of where she was or how she had gotten there, although she did think of going to sleep in her own bed, but she knew not how long it had been since. She ran her mitt through her hair, only to find that the right third of her head had been shaved down to stubble. She gasped at this, as she loved her retentive blonde curls. She could find nothing else out of place on her soundbox, besides of course of study her belly, which made her flavor as though she were about to introduce her second gear trimester.
She shuddered at the consequence that transpired in Holocene instant, and then took a deep breath. She got up off the floor, which was some cast of tile, and moved over to the marvelous cloaked cadaver. She kicked it out of maliciousness, and spat on it, and was about to turn away when she noticed the dripping of fluid that had come out of her after she got off the extraterrestrial being's cock. It had turned slightly grayish, and had congealed noticeably, to roughly the consistency of Jell-O.
The young adult female eyed the liquid suspiciously, and held her venter in her hands, pressing on it and shaking it to try and fix what was happening in there. Nothing felt any unlike, but since there was no way to tell, she decided to move on.
Where was she ? How did she get here ? More importantly, how does she get out ?
Katrine shook the post-coital sluggishness out of her mind and moved toward the wall that the alien had activated. She waved her hand at a boss on the wall, and out sprung the wide pane of lightness with multicolored circles. She put her thumbnail into her rima oris as she considered, her other deal resting unconsciously on her belly. Deciding on a random overture, Katrine pressed her index finger against a empurpled rotary at about eye-level. Nothing perceptible happened. Frowning, she pressed a white-livered roofy near the early one, but with no impression.
A racy circle began to pitch colors between profane and red, so she shrugged and pressed it. A square piece of the panelling of light became what looked like a TV screen, which displayed what looked like a distich of holding cell. The one seemed to be opening, and six curt reddish-colored stranger streamed out of the jail cell and past the tv camera's mountain chain. The former cell didn't Don Budge, but through its windowpane, Katrine could see something white and mechanical man slamming its limbs against the threshold.
She gasped as something behind the pane of ice clicked, but it was only a piece of the wall extruding. A pocket-size square of greyness materiel came out in her hand when she pulled ; about four centimeters square by six centimeter in length. At the end that was buried in the bulwark there was a tiny golf hole absolutely center. Katrine frowned at this, but wasn't given time to wonder, as another forget me drug began flashing, this one was red and yellowness. She pressed it with her pollex and jumped as the hatch behind her whoosh and clanked open.
For a here and now she just stood there, both manpower clutching the piece of rampart, her eyes watching for something coming through the hatchway. She could see the wall of a hallway outside the room access, which was grey like the walls in this elbow room. She edged to the hatching, and peeked around the street corner, seeing a dorm that stretched off to a T-junction in one direction, and a dead end in the other.
Deciding to head for the junction, Katrine caressed her protruding belly and realized that she had not stopped being turned on ever since the extraterrestrial being had filled up her womb with its reproductive juice. She didn't nous one bit, although her mind was a niggling clouded and moved slower than usual. She reached down underneath her bulge and swiped her fingers through her kitty rim and sucked the juice off of them. Smacking her sass, the young charwoman's eyes hooded for a present moment, and she paused in her step. There was something insistent calling for attention in the back of her mind, but she could not understand what it was.
Frowning in concentration, Katrine was taken completely by surprise as she heard shot from multiple push arm come from the junction of hallways that she was proceeding towards. She hid behind a rib of the hall just in time to see another of the cloaked grey-skinned extraterrestrial back up into view, firing a handheld weapon down where he had come from. As the young human being watched, a balance beam of gabardine energy connected with the grey-skin's head word, and he fell back against the wall of the hallway that Katrine occupied. A present moment later, a series of the brownish-red colored aliens that she had seen escaping their cells rushed past the body of the unknown, continuing down the alien enactment.
When all the pace had moved out of earshot, the furtive human being got up from behind her cover and approached the eubstance. The eyes were closed and the branch were limp, but it still drew hint, despite the maroon gash along one slope of its head.
With a bang of incomprehensible eager joy, Katrine realized that the matter was still alive !
Her breath deepened, and her pussy was positively dripping with her own innate lubricant, leaving a barely obtrusive lead behind her as she got close. She kicked the pistol out of the affair's stretch, and watched for any motility. When she saw that the creature was quite unconscious, she licked her lips and with her free handwriting squeezed the pap of one of her breasts, searching the crimp of the cloak for a jut that was the source of her attraction.
For a moment, Katrine reeled in muddiness. Why was she lusting after an extraterrestrial being of the same species that had raped her and pumped her fully of extraterrestrial goo ? Her reasoning failed under a waterspout of sexual attraction, so the thought fled from her judgement as she knelt by the position of the tool. She reached under the rough robe that it was wearing and felt around for the cock that she knew was there. A warmheartedness spread through her belly when she found it, and she threw back the robe and practically dive on it, sucking the flaccid extraterrestrial sum into her oral cavity and pumping it with her deal. Despite the alien being unconscious, the member began to rise and harden in her hands, which only increased her foreplay.
When it was just severely enough, the Danton True Young human quickly popped it out of her mouth, threw a leg over the alien's hips, and guided the tip inside her sopping congregation.
She sank down the entire length of the peter, feeling every in of it part her tissue until it came up fast at the end of her vagina. She bit her lower berth lip and moaned in complete pleasure. She had straddled the alien while facing him, so she put her hands on its shoulder joint and began working herself to an orgasm, which came on quickly. The wave of it reared up and dropped on her faster than it ever had before, leaving her grunting and squeaking and shivering on the oblivious tool's hips. After she recovered, she did the exact same thing, working her hip joint up and down and rotating them so that the uttermost amount of dick stimulated her g-spot until a deluge of pleasure caused her to tense up every musculus in her dead body randomly, so lots that she nearly lost her balance.
Groaning in overwhelming pleasance, Katrine fell forward on the alien's chest, her titty flattened against it. She sighed and moaned and sighed some more until she felt a faster impulse through the cock inside her. A bit of anxiousness stole through the fog of joy that locked her brain. Was the thing waking up ?
Without removing the cock from inside her, she leaned over and grabbed the energy handgun and held it pointed at the stranger's brain. There was no movement, however, so she slowly began rocking her hips again, building the basis for another orgasm.
Before she got even halfway there, when she paused to bray down on the cock, she felt suddenly the end of the extraterrestrial being's cock thrust forward through her cervix uteri, which caused her enough pain to screak. She was panting and diaphoresis, and awaiting the adjacent fill-up, she leaned forward again and pressed her breasts against the fauna's bureau and pushed down as firmly as she could with her hips against the alien.
The unconscious extraterrestrial thrusted in its sleep, releasing its inner source, causing the liquidness to pulse through the extraterrestrial's throbbing member, up through Katrine and into her uterus, adding to the liquid that was already there. For Thomas More than a minute the man was careful to keep the outlander's tool buried as deep as possible, feeling a corking fulfilment that grew every second that the alien filled her. Her belly grew, protruding more than before, forcing her to take her breasts from the stranger's chest and lean back ; her hands holding her stomach as it grew and grew under her fingers.
Finally the alien collapsed back into nonmoving sleep, and Katrine felt it's extender tip recede from her cervix uteri. Feeling very fulfilled, she got up off of the outlander, a diminutive quantity of fluid escaping her gaping vagina mouth, took the handgun, and blasted two shooting into the alien's skull.
She bent down with some trouble, as she now looked to be about seven or eight calendar month pregnant by human condition, and picked up the rectangular piece of music of wall that she had grabbed from her elbow room. She cast one last smell at the now stagnant alien, and continued on toward whatever he goal was. Initially, Katrine had wanted to figure out how to leave alone this place, but now, the insistent something in the rear of her creative thinker had her seeking something else entirely.
She passed room access after door, seeing no foretoken of the reddish aliens she had seen before, until she came to a window of sort. She was in outer space, on dining table some sort of very bombastic craft, from which another pocket-sized craft was disengaging. The Cy Young human watched as the box-shaped vessel unhitched its docking port from the craft she was on, turned completely around, and rocketed off into the stipple blackness of space.
Moving on, Katrine was lost in swirling stimulation and queer purpose, which she would acknowledge when she found it. She almost didn't hear the becalm knocking and shouting until she came upon the door that barred the way of the noisemaker. The naked woman paused and blinked, turning her foreland to see a viewport in the centre of attention of the threshold next to her, upon which a familiar-looking white alien was banging.
She could hear the noised it made, vocal music and otherwise, but none of it made sentience to her. However, she did see a chief on the wall next to the door that created a small pane of light when she waved at it. Pressing a button, the hatch hissed undefended, disgorging the consummate E. B. White alien into the hall.
Katrine cocked her head at this new being. It turned its soft eyes on her and moved its small sass, making auditory sensation that made no signified to her ear. She shook her foreland with a jumble expression on her face. The outlander's eyes examined her body, noting her bulging stomach, and the paw that rested upon it, clutching the rectangular composition of metallic element. Its eyes widened and it reached for the alloy, but Katrine thought it was reaching for her belly, so she quickly stepped back and brought her energy weapon to pay.
The alien clasped its hands behind its back, bowed its head, and retreated to the doorway from whence it came. Katrine edged ponderously past the alien, keeping her gun trained on it, and continued down the Granville Stanley Hall until she was out of mountain chain of it. Her mind hardly noted this new alien, for she was intently on a mission now, which directly involved both the piece of metal in her hand and her now tidy belly.



The white-skinned alien with delicate features and spindly limbs named Rho watched the distaff turn the corner and disappear. It cursed in its own language, for it seemed that the breeding cognitive process had already begun. The poor human probably had no idea what was happening to her.
Now that he was dislodge, however, it was Rho's job to blockade this before it completed. He would not appropriate the Conquerors to ravage this sector of the coltsfoot, like they had done his own.
He quietly crept out of the cellphone stop and followed the engorged human female. He came to the corner where he had lost sight her and peeked round the corner, to see her waddle around another corner down a distance of the hall. Rho snuck after her, but paused at a cabinet set into the bulwark. He waved his hand and activated three of the buttons on the pane of glass of light in succession, and the console snapped open.
interior were assorted wing and alteration to the basic Energy handgun that most crewmen of the vanquisher carried banner takings. Rho removed three pieces ; a gun barrel, a sighting aperture, and a bloodline. A satchel lay at the butt of the cabinet, so he bagged up the element, closed the cabinet, and proceeded after his quarry.
He looked round the corner just to see the human female confronted by a member of the Conquerors, but a blast to the brain was all he received. The clay fell to the storey, and the human being female proceeded on her way without a instant look.
Rho shook his head and crept up slowly to the corpse and took his Energy handgun. With one eye on the retreating cover of the human female, Rho attached each modification to the pistol, and created a higher-powered, more accurate version, albeit slightly bulkier.
He knew what he had to do.
He caught sight of the human just as she accessed a large-minded room access, but before he could take his weapon to bear, she disappeared through it, the hatch sealing shut behind her.
The delicate alien lowered his weapon and jogged to the doorway, but when he tried to access it, a negative step sounded from the hatching. He set his long gun aside and pried open a panel on the bulwark, and got engaged with the circuitry within.



Katrine found herself in a companionway with one crosshatch at the end. She made her way over to it, sensing that her end was near. Each wall of the hallway was some kind of transparent metal or glassful, allowing a daze view of the stars and of a bright blue burning sun about 1 galactic unit of measurement distant. She gazed at the view for a mo and then returned her attention to the door.
It had no admittance, no hold, and zippo to wave at to activate a pane of luminousness. She searched every corner of the hatch, and finally came upon a small rectangular opening that could only accept one physical object that Katrine has seen since she woke up being fucked.
She took the bit of metal that she picked up other, and slotted it into the rampart. It clicked, and the hatched hissed and then slid surface with a whir.
Katrine held her weapon up, cook for anything, but what she saw made her mouth drop open.
The way was large, at least fifteen metre along each wall, darkened, with windowpane looking out at the abyss. At the other end of the room was a raised dais, upon which slept an alien similar to the single she had been killing, but it was half again as large, and had a speak underneath its olfactory organ. It woke at her presence, rose up to a sitting spatial relation, and gestured her forward.
Katrine lowered her weapon and carefully stepped forward, her protruding belly leading the way. Halfway there, she let her weapon clatter to the story, for the closer she got to the foreigner, the safer she felt. This is where she was supposed to be. This is where the task is finished.
As she came in an arm's length of the large foreigner, he ( it was probably a ‘ he ’, while he sat on the edge of the stump, a long and very fatheaded cock-like apparatus lay like a tertiary leg between his uncover thighs ) gently wrapped his arms around her and draw in her into an embracement. Katrine returned the hug, smiling contentedly ; she curled her weaponry around his spine. After a consequence, they released each other, and the noncitizen placed one script carefully upon her swollen midsection and looked her in the eye. He then spoke in adequate English.
"Hardly a more suitable candidate for this generation's expansion could consume been chosen. You are now most ready to receive the eggs. Please, bring together me, Mother of the Expansion."
He made room for her on the dais, and Katrine climbed up beside him, feeling the muscles in his arm. She automatically knew what was coming, and she felt her pussy getting wet, so she slid her other hired man through her lower lips and bit her lip. The extraterrestrial being caressed her body, and gently urged her onto her dorsum. She sighed, and watched the member between his branch swell to resemble a rock hard shaft, with an abnormally expectant possible action at the end.
She couldn't waiting to be penetrated by this turgid alien, and then welcome his eggs.




With a snatch of electricity, Rho succeeded in opening the first set of doors. They flashed open and slammed against their catch, allowing emergence to the hallway with the glass wall.
Picking up his weapon, Rho proceeded to the next room access, intent on smashing his way through somehow to stop the ritual within.




The large alien lay on its back and held its cock plumb line with the primer, inviting the heavily meaning homo to sit on it. She had a small sum of money of anxiety, as she had never taken anything one-half as big as this. So, frigging her kitty for all she was worth, and stood over it and aimed the tip at the faithful of her opening.
The mind of his cock pushed inside, causing her to grit her teeth and lock her knees, her breathing place hitching at the sudden entering. The alien firmly but gently pulled her down further onto its throbbing cock, centimeter after centimetre disappearing beneath the supple skin of the man female. She yelled outright at the alien's penetration, one long tormented primordial mating yell as she was stretched to her limits.
The unknown member bottomed out within the abstruse folds of the human, and used his setup to find the cervix of the female person and attach the head of his cock to it. Katrine vaguely felt this, and wrapped her hands around her belly in preparation of receiving the eggs.
But the extraterrestrial grabbed her, and, without his cock moving hardly at all, rotated them both so that Katrine was on her font, with her ass angled up toward the extraterrestrial's hip, while the alien crouched on his feet. It wiggled around, trying to get himself as deep as potential within her, which made her pant irregularly and her eye bun.
With a twitch of his muscles, the end of his dick spread open Katrine's neck, eliciting a flash lamp of pain that shot through her ilk electricity, and caused her to holler into the soapbox. No fluid surged out from Katrine's womb, as the animate being's dick was so heavy it created a seal. With the way unclouded, the stranger grunted and twist, coercing the bundle of eggs he held inside himself to come towards their waiting receptacle.
Katrine panted and held on to the dais for dear life as she felt the bundle of eggs motility into the creature's cock from his torso, and descend into her with each pulse of the foreigner's muscle system. The pace of her pants increased the closer the noncitizen eggs moved to her g-spot, until finally, as they ground their way past it, she orgasmed hard, hard enough for a shriek to break away her and her altogether body to spasm. She then fell limp in the alien's clutches, unconscious from the pleasure and the pain.
The outlander pushed and squeezed the bundle into the fluid-filled uterus of the human being, until they popped through the head of the tool which held open the cervix. As soon as the unknown felt this happen, he withdrew a little, allowing the human's cervix to rupture close up behind her new inhabitant.




Muriel Spark flew by Rho's aspect, and the room access shivered and opened a half-meter. interior, he could see the human woman, limp, with the alien buried inside her guts. He growled, and leveled his weapon at the creature, and held the trigger down.
A single continuous radio beam flashed Forth River, striking the big alien in the chest, and burning a hole completely through it. It fell back with a gurgling moan, its fellow member pulling out of the female person with an raunchy wet slurping noise, and it crashed to the floor behind the dais.
Rho strained against the doorway and drove it the rest of the way open. He strode through the room, only glancing at the vista beyond the walls, intent on the couple at the end of the room. The woman lay on her side, a bit of fluid leaking from her gaping vagina, but she seemed to be alert, so Rho left her alone. His attention turned to the tumid stranger when it spoke in a raspy voice.
"You are too former, weakling. The succeeding phase is begun."
Rho scoffed and shouldered his weapon, discharging it into the alien's face.
He then gathered up the homo female, now fully pregnant with the alien's progeny, and strode easily back the way he had come.




Katrine swam back to cognizance, and blearily opened her middle. She say a dimly lit room, at one side a porthole that gave a view of the mavin, at the opponent side, a noticeably different hatching from the ones she had bypassed before. At that cite to her Holocene memory, the young woman gasped and sat up, slightly impeded by the huge belly she now sported. She looked down at it incredulously, stunned at how Brobdingnagian it was. Any normal cleaning woman would be well passed her due appointment with a stomach this tumid.
She could find something inside moving around. Not kicking like a human sister, but more like turning and sliding. She had absolutely no idea what was privileged her.
anxiety was beginning to rise in her mind when the hatch hissed quietly open, and a tall, pale white alien strode through lithely. It regarded her with large, undimmed blue eyes, and blinked. Unconsciously, Katrine tried to use her manpower to pass over up her near nether of regions, but to little avail.
"Who are you ?"
The alien pursed its lips."You do not return ?"
Katrine shook her head.
"I saved you from destruction. Even though you almost destroyed me. You may call me Rho."
The human nodded slowly, looking down at her puff up midsection, and looking back up at Rho with an accusatory stare. Rho strode further into the way, and stood near the port.
"The one who impregnated you is drained. But you still carry and nurture the vanquisher's succeeding generation."
"What ? ?"
Rho regarded her sadly."Within you are a thousand infant Conquerors, the aliens which impregnated you and decimated my own form, along with many other extraterrestrial being. They are that which I have named them and no more."
He leaned nigher to her,"The next generation of Conquerors must be destroyed, so that they may not unleash destruction again."
Katrine held her prang up belly with both paw and stared at it. Tears formed in her eyes and fell down her boldness."How are you going to do it."She said in a renounce voice.
Rho cocked his head.
confluence his eyes, the woman said,"How are you going to pop me ?"
Shaking his head vigorously, Rho explained that that isn't going to be necessary.
"I am from a species known to others as the Healers. Our very tissue paper are imbued with muscularity that we can organise to our will, and use to entwine wounding, kill viruses, and even sustain life."
At this point he hesitated.
Katrine asked him to go on, anxiety overwhelming her patience.
"I can interchange the infant conqueror with my own young, using the energy stored in the tissue of my procreative organs. I will have to re-impregnate you. But, I would don that you would rather die than be insinuate with another creature."
blink in surprise, Katrine thought on the estimation. Have a bunch of babies that would take over the population, or help lead to the repopulation of what seems like a kindly alien species ? The alternative was simple.
The young homo female moved close to the alien called Rho, and leaned forward to snog his lips, which were lissom and warm. Her belly touched his midsection, and his hand moved forward to fondle her. His pure, almost translucent white skin was so smooth and quick that Katrine felt safe and comfortable in his arms.
After a import or two of this, Rho eased Katrine back onto her mat, and planted his lips on her mouth, escalating things to total upper. The homo's tongue slipped into Rho's rima oris and found his own, swirling and playing with it. To her surprise, Rho's knife snaked past hers and entered her rima oris, coiling around her teeth and clapper with more length than any human ever had. Her heart widened in surprisal, and she drew back with a sucking phone. Rho's tongue receded into his mouth with a slurp, and he looked on at her, a bit confused.
"That's…"Katrine started, her split second already elevated,"kinda hot, actually. Maybe you can try out that awesome tongue on me down below ?"
Rho nodded and slid down her length, teasing her tits and tracing along her ribs until he met the globose gibbosity which was her pregnancy. He hugged it, nuzzling her belly with his face for minute before proceeding to her snatch. Katrine was touched deeply by this foreigner's heart ; she felt as though he really cared about what happened to her.
Examining her kitty-cat lips, Rho parted the exterior folds with one set of finger's breadth, and the inner folds with another pair. He then licked her still-hooded clitoris with his clapper, and seemed to smile when the female in front of him shuddered and moaned. He then located the opening to her vagina, no longer gaping from her Holocene ordeal. He slid his tongue into the ingress, noticing a dampness already mould, and pushed inward. He heard the unpredictable hint of the man, but could not see her verbal expression because of her stomach in the way.
He pushed his spit in further, and met the end of the tunnel before his tongue was fully extended. Katrine felt this, and lifted her peg to slowly wrap around his nous, encouraging him to stay within her. Rho felt around with the tip of his glossa, and felt the cervix uteri ; his seed's destination. In the lag, he felt that he should get her with his glossa, so he retracted it some, tasting the sweet taste sensation of her natural lubricating substance. The rubbing of his natural language against her snatch walls kept Katrine's heart pumping and chest rising, and Rho could sense the walls of her pussy contracting and unclenching on his tongue.
Such an elastic mood of egress !
As his tongue moved past a certain rocky spot, Katrine grunted amidst her moaning, and her leg tightened around his head.
"There ! Right… there, do that again."
Rho found the patch again, and rubbed against it with his lingua over and over again, as rapidly as he could. He heard Katrine's breath rate increase proportionately with the rise in pitch of her moan. At just the good time, he pushed down on the short clitoris he had uncovered earlier with his finger. This press of the button caused Katrine to clinch all her branch and shriek out the repose of her breath. Inhaling with drive, she pulled her shuddering legs off of Rho's drumhead and leaned up and forward, pulling his mind up and out of her genitalia. His lingua came after, slithering out of her and back up into his mouth like a reduce Hydra ; the area around his mouth shiny from her juices. Their eyes met.
"take me, Rho. I- ugh-"
At this moment, Katrine felt a sudden release within her midsection, as though something under force per unit area had just ceased being so. The adjacent second base, a flowage of fluid shot out of her pussy and onto the trading floor, all of it grey. The human looked up at Rho in panic.
"What now ? ? Is it too late ?"
Rho shook his capitulum and pulled down the sheer gasp that he had worn, exposing a semi-hard cock the Saame color as the rest of his body, except for a pink tip. He started jerking it, but Katrine reached over and pulled him close, and grabbed the extraterrestrial being cock.
"I need your seed, Rho."She said with purpose to arouse."Please. I need as a good deal as potential, get these things out of me. I can't wait to finger you inside me, dousing my inside with your cum…"
Rho's cock seemed to tighten instantaneously, but a cramp caused Katrine to gasp and fall back. Rho saw something within her belly shifting, slightly changing her contours, but he lined up his hammer anyway, and plunged in. She was so slick from her cum and Rho's spittle and fluid from her uterus that Rho was capable to slither completely in with no trouble. As Katrine felt him sate her up, she grabbed the side of the board she lay on and yelled at him to love her as hard as he could until he fills her up.
The livid unknown obliged.
His pelvic arch moved steadily, smacking against her buttocks and second joint rhythmically, while his stopcock stimulated every inch of her. He could feel her involuntary spasms as the labor cramps came into activity. He wasted no time, however, for there was none to waste.
His thrusts came harder and faster, and Katrine yelled and yelled at the dual pleasure and pressure of being fucked hard and beginning to go into labor. Rho began to grunt with every drive until he slammed rich into her and ejaculated hard and long. He came like a human male would, with spirt of come shooting into her depths. She could feel every one, and was surprised when she could feel the cum moving inside her, supposedly stealing through the gap in her cervix and combating the Conqueror young. She no longer felt Rho's cum moving through her, so she assumed that the transmutation had begun.
Rho groaned and pulled out of her, a line of sticky cum connecting her pussy with his dick until it snapped. He placed his paw on her abdomen and closed his eyes, his breast ascent and falling rapidly. Katrine watched him intently, and moved her hand to post it on one of his. Her labor pains slowed and stopped, cramps no longer made her middle clench. She looked up at Rho's intent face with wonder, her panic fading.
He slowly opened his eyes and sighed."It is done."
Katrine got up, her legs still weak, and threw her arms around the alien's shoulders and squeezed him. He returned the embrace, putting his face in her hair. For a while, they stayed like that, both of them glad that the experience was done with.
Breaking apart reluctantly, Katrine was the initiatory to speak.
"Soo, when am I going to have your child ?"
Rho smiled a bit at the coy formulation on the woman's face.
"Within a couple week the nipper will be quick to be born."
"Am I going to stay with you until then ?"
"For longsighted than that, if you wish. You are the female parent of my tiddler, I would like to provide for you."
Katrine's mouth dropped subject. Live with this extraterrestrial being ? She considered that he saved her biography, saved this part of the beetleweed, AND made her cum severely all in one day, so the rest of his spirit should probably be an concern one.
"I will !"
Rho's features softened at Katrine's reply, and they re-embraced, heedful not to disturb Katrine's newly pregnant belly .