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  Aggressive grunts lead to deadly hissing, Glabrx sluicing through the human’s cunt with force and delight. Each time the human squeezed harder, he flexed, expanding his flange from base to tip in a ripple of strength that made the trapped human squeal.

  And yet that spongy pocket grew wetter. Unsure what was more pleasing to watch, his eyes darted from the flailing, contained body of his new pet to the place where its genitals were stretched and pink around his flange.

  Filled as she was, that nub the merchant had tapped, that Glabrx had slathered with his flange, poked outward. It beckoned him to pinch it, a suckering tentacle slithering over until the nub was caught. The human’s reaction was violent and immediate.

  It screeched.

  Around his flange, rhythmic suctioning pulled him deeper, spasms erupting the more his sucker titillated that nub.

  In the seeding frenzy, the warrior roared. From the base of his flange it came, the parasitic spawn spewing down his shaft, expanding in a ripple of sticky sludge that burst from the triangular tip’s singular opening. Within the vessel, the satiated flange began the process of attachment. Spawn, looking for a nutrient source, was nestled into a warm, wet, home of human flesh.

  The seeding was complete, but Glabrx felt no urge to withdraw.

  Flange hilt deep in human cunt, he caught his breath and found his pet doing the same.

  “Do you see?” The merchant thought to interrupt. “Your domination inspired both mammary glands to release. A vial of fresh milk, its first offerings, is being collected as we speak.

  Over the heaving chest, the nature of the attachment had altered. Gentle pressure was no longer employed; deep pulls of suction had caught up both breasts, stretching them upward as creamy fluid burst from the tip of swollen nipples.

  The human seemed to notice, and where moments before it had smelled of pleasure, it grew to reek of fear.

  Each breath of human emotion was intriguing, Glabrx anticipating it would flavor the milk perfectly. “Remove the sample. If she tastes as good as her cunt feels, our transaction will proceed.”

  The merchant was only too happy to oblige, his mandibles spread wide, his greedy heart eager for payment. “As you are such a noble customer, the machinery required to extract your spawn is my gift.”

  By the time negotiation was complete, Glabrx would have much more than just the pet and the machinery. The training of a human had already sparked a hunter’s imagination.

  Flange began to reduce in size, slipping out of a hole that, when closely observed, became so small, her fluids and his discharge squished out. It seemed foolish to waste it. Dipping his jaw to her cunt, Glabrx’s twin tongues darted forward, gathering the nutrient fluid to be savored and swallowed.

  Again, the human squeaked, her short breaths wobbling the flesh of her trapped mammary glands.

  Oh, she would be amusing…

  Chapter Two

  Collection complete, back on board his ship, Glabrx had the sedated human tucked across his lap, held securely by all six tentacles for inspection. An injection had set it to sleeping before retrieval from the pod, giving him plenty of time to familiarize himself with the strange mammal over the three day trip to the Xerdic outpost.

  Seeding frenzy riding him hard, Glabrx found himself mesmerized with parts of the creature beyond its mating recess—though a thorough inspection of that delicious channel would be conducted soon enough. Its hands possessed five digits just like his, but lacked a third knuckle and claws. Human nails were flimsy, this one’s having been cut short to prevent self-harm. Atop its skull, long hair—a pelt as the flesh merchant had called it—hung, waving over his leg. Special soaps had been purchased to keep it shiny, all at great expense. Twisting his tentacles through it now, made him doubly sure the money had been well spent.

  Compared to his hairless body, the female was different, soft, and covered in light fuzz.

  Free of the milking machine, its breasts were bloating with accumulating milk. He intended to leave her that way. To indulge now would be to throw away an early training opportunity and a joyous domination for him. His pet had to be awake so he might stimulate it while he fed. He wanted to hear it squeak, feel it fight, and enjoy the first moment it would submit to his authority.

  That didn’t stop his twin tongues from lolling long from his mouth to catch the droplets the human’s nipples leaked.

  The taste was delightful.

  At the brush of her flesh, the female grumbled in sleep, tensing momentarily then relaxing into the heat of its owner. Smooth, creamy skin changed, tiny bumps erupting over the surface—the cutis anserina effect: a sign of pleasure, euphoria, fear, or cold. Vasodilation brought a blush to her skin anywhere his hand stroked.

  It was pleasing to know the pet would be unable to hide its reactions to his ministrations.

  What simple animals…

  Wrist tangled in his feeler, up went the human’s arm. He bent the joints, manipulated the elbow to learn the creature’s limitation. Until evolution favored humans, they would never have the strength of Necrimata physiology. Its knee bent the wrong direction. This female would be unable to jump very high, run quickly, or employ any sort of camouflage.

  No wonder they were a protected species on their small polluted planet.

  Chuckling at her limitations, excited by the prospect of exploiting them, Glabrx chortled with anticipated delight. He could not hunt his pet as he could a vicious beast, such an endeavor would bore him, but he could influence its thinking… make her mental prey. He would chase and corner this soft-skinned creature with his every action, all the while fucking it at his leisure, harvesting an army of spawn for the homeworld.

  His flange flared at the thought, edging forward to prod at the human’s belly.

  The reaction was automatic. Glabrx could control an aroused flange about as well as a Beruse Wind Spider could catch a fish. Without intervention, it would try to penetrate the human’s cunt.

  Fucking limp prey was beneath him. A true warrior required his vessel to struggle.

  Wrapping a meaty hand around the base of his member, he squeezed hard enough to disrupt blood flow. Flange flailing, in a course of minutes it withered back to a hanging, ridged trunk of flesh that refused to fully retract into his body. He laid it across the human’s soft belly, smearing that tender skin with a leaking dribble of bright blue fluid.

  The same blue had discolored the flesh between its legs, marking it as Glabrx’s property. Seeing it had pleased him. Eager to view it again, his tentacles adjusted their hold, circling her thighs to spread her lower limbs. The flesh merchant had seen her bathed, but the spawn nutrient splatter had stained those soft folds. Using his forefinger and thumb, he spread open those vertical lips and inspected the layered folds of its sex organ. The female’s nerve bundle was flaccid, the mating recess unlubricated. It seemed such a small hole, yet held amazing potential. Spreading her farther, testing the limits that slit might stretch with only his hands, Glabrx memorized all he found.

  Pretty was not a word used often in Necrimata language, but it was the only fitting term for this pillowed slit. The stain of his excretions had only enhanced the cunt’s appeal. It had even blended his scent with her aroma in a way that made him long to lick her there.

  Remembering the words of the merchant, Glabrx twisted the idea into fresh territory. “Feed from your pet.”

  He could savor the tang of this organ at his leisure, fill his pet with both his tongues to gather the sweetness.

  “It will want to fuck you.”

  And how did human’s fuck? Considering the scent, the taste, and the feel of this pet, human sex had a likelihood of amusing him—though nothing would fulfil a warrior’s needs like a rough and thorough Necrimata seeding.

  Already he could feel his body developing spawn at an accelerated rate. This pet would be used over and over until his season abated, and then it would be leased to comrades he favored. The idea of watching another Necrimata warrior fuck his pet a
roused his flange again.

  Would it scream its song? Would it take warrior after warrior to please its master?

  He could train it to do all these things. It might even offer rare entertainment to see the female mated by beasts and creatures of an equally exotic variety.

  ***

  He’d carried it tangled in his tentacles for hours while seeing to his ship, a little limp human female burden. More than once it had grumbled, trying to move past the strong sedative. Glabrx had spoken to it, testing the translation mechanics implanted in the human’s brain.

  Over and over, he growled, “I am Glabrx. I am your master.”

  When the female felt the rumbling clicks of his speech, when translation had muddled through its dreams, she tried to touch her ears.

  “I am your master.”

  He knew she could feel the warmth of his tentacles entwining her frame and kept each feeler moving to entice the human’s waking. And then the single lids of its two eyes opened.

  It woke as spooked as the Great Warrior had anticipated. Its drugged fight was instantaneous, pathetic, and thrilling. Irises in the shape of a feather gray disk, the overlarge pupils widened farther once focused on his visage.

  A shrill, bird-like call came from its chest, dissimilar to the chirps it had made during mating.

  His voice even, granular, and exacting, he said, “I am Glabrx. I am your master. You are my Class One pet, procured from the planet Earth and purchased legally. Do you understand?”

  Lashes blinked over and over, the female shaking her head as if to clear it.

  “The effects of sedation will end shortly.” Watching drops of clear fluid drip from the human’s eyes, Glabrx ceased communication and rolled his tongues from his maw. The salty droplets were tasted, the human screaming again. “What is this fluid? I did not read about it in the manual.”

  Hiccupping sobs, the female trying to curl in on itself, proved verbal communication was pointless at this juncture. Tentacles slithering to warm her trembling skin, he pressed the human to his chest and moved to immediately stimulate its genitals. Offering pleasure would teach the female it was safe near his bulk.

  All six tentacles employed with holding her flush, it was the fingers of his hand that patted over the mating recess’ fleshy folds. “Be an obedient female, and Glabrx will spoil his pet. Already I have made you sing female songs. Do you not remember how my flange, my feelers, came to you when you were in the Emporium’s containment pod?”

  It wasn’t growing wet, the human’s reaction to having its clitoris stimulated inconclusive. But it was rubbing against him while trying to escape, misfired signals in its brain leading to hyperventilation.

  “Human cunt needs flange to remember this warrior’s attention, or do you wish to go back to sensory deprivation containment?” Glabrx had purposefully only offered two options. His pet could learn its purpose quickly or be made purposeless and lonely in the dark.

  Screams ended as she stilled, earning many pats from his feelers as a reward. A tiny, almost inaudible grunt at the back of her throat was her only noise when his finger breached the tight mating recess. Glabrx did not prod too deeply, instead, eyes locked on the human’s gray irises, he pulsed at the gate.

  His cautious stimulation began to reap a reward. Lubrication began. Soon he was knuckle deep in slippery tight flesh. “Good human female. This Warrior approves of your physical reaction. Soon my flange will make you excited, stretch you until your organ pulsates. Open your legs for me.”

  The girl had been staring at his vertical center eye, her attention fixed as if unwilling to take in the rest of his form. That had served his purpose, but at mention of his growing flange, its attention darted down, landing on the engorged, flapping organ. One look and its struggles increased.

  Finger removed from its cunt, Glabrx wasted no time in subduing it. He gave his excited flange free reign. The moment it shot inside her tight slit, the female went rigid, back bowed, swollen tits pointed at his lips.

  Two birds, one stone.

  Sharp toothed mouth lowering, dual tongues lolling in anticipation, he took her nipple and sucked. A thorough seeding, a sweet snack, and a human trilling beautiful music as it wriggled, writhed, and clung… perfect

  ***

  Crouched low, eyes to the rust colored floor, she trembled. Fingers pressing to her pussy, she thought to shield that tender place from the massive thing that towered over her.

  It was not done with her yet. “You are to put your hands to the floor, pet.”

  Shaking her head no, Evangeline found herself too terrified to speak. Had it not been for the shade and texture of its skin, had it not been for tentacles aligned down its spine, it almost seemed human: two legs, though the knees bent opposite of hers. Two arms, muscled like a powerlifter. It even had a face, something like a nose, and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. And three eyes. Two, in sockets like hers, one turned sideways in the center of its forehead. And unlike its purple brothers, it was pigeon blood ruby red.

  “What I put inside you is my property. If it is not removed, the parasitic nature of my spawn will begin devouring your internal organs until it bursts from your soft underbelly to consume your corpse.”

  Sobs came to partner her tears. None of this could be real. It was only a nightmare brought on by smoking too much pot.

  A tentacle slithered into her line of sight. Before she might skitter back, the flushed appendage circled her wrist. Caught, her hand was jerked away and put to the floor where the monster had expected it, upsetting Evangeline’s balance and causing more of the gelatinous deposit in her pussy to splatter out.

  Having touched herself there, her hand had been stained the same electric blue as her captor. Seeing it was unreal. “Please, God, help me.”

  The creature took a step forward, more tentacles patting over her skin. “I am not your God. I am your owner. You are my pet, purchased to service me as you just did. I am responsible for your care.”

  Heart racing, her vision swam. The tip of one of his six hideous feelers caught her chin. Forced to raise her head, she looked upon the beast.

  Blue… an unimaginable shade of vibrancy warned that this being was dangerous. She’d seen parts of it change color to violet then crimson when she’d awoken and tried to run—most notably, that deceptive trunk dangling between its muscular legs that seemed to continuously reach for her

  Before she might break free, those wriggling octopus tentacles had positioned her in the air, legs spread.

  Grunting like a wild pig, he’d put that wriggling thing inside her and manipulated her clitoris with one of those awful suckers.

  “There, pet.” His hissing bark of speech was anything but soothing. “Behave and be rewarded with pleasure.”

  Sucker by sucker, he’d run over her nub, the sensation nothing like she’d known before. It was impossible to disregard. Even being rutted by a demon from hell, she had grown so aroused her hips had begun to move of their own accord.

  “Good.”

  Good? The monster blinked at her, the two ‘normal’ eyes human in shape but pupils vertical and pink.

  Groaning from the wriggling thing stuffed in her pussy, Evangeline tried to scratch the beast… to stop him from stuffing more of that thing inside her. No, that’s not what she’d done. She’d grabbed at his arm to angle her body for better penetration, lying to herself that it was an act of self-preservation. Just like the grinding of her pussy on that expanding shaft of alien cock.

  Evangeline didn’t know who he was, where she was, how blue, then purple, then red skin could have the feel of a snake but the heat of a sun.

  “Too much,” she’d whined.

  It showed its teeth. They were sharp and pointed, a pair of blood red tongues lolling out when the monster’s jaw unhinged in a threatening hiss. No bite had followed, only the lap of her nipple moments before her breast was caught up in that foul mouth.

  The beast had sucked… and it had felt good. She’d felt the bu
rst of fluid leave her tit, somewhere in her brain registering that it must be milk, and found herself hoping he would relieve the other aching globe bouncing on her chest.

  On that surge of traitorous thought, she’d been forced beyond the point of explosive orgasm. As waves of poisonous pleasure had overcome her, she’d fought. Once he was burrowed completely inside her body, the fight had been lost. Laying still, staring up at the hissing monster, those fat tentacles had touched her everywhere. One had even dipped past her gaping mouth to toy with her tongue.

  Stuffed full of the freak, she had cum, and cum, and cum. And still the alien had used her. It had even laughed when she cooed against her will. “You like being fucked by my flange, noisy pet?”

  Her shame, her terror, had twisted into one long wail. It had rewarded her noise of refusal with more pulling suction on her hardened clit.

  At that, she’d spurt, fluid shooting from her body like a bad Asian porno.

  The beast had not minded being urinated on. Instead, it grew frenzied and began to pulse inside her.

  Through the ordeal, it had not fucked her like a man would have. There was little thrusting, it didn’t need to with its alien cock moving, stretching, twisting, and growing all on its own. But he had bumped his pelvis against her pussy, rubbing her tormented lips with his shark skin bulk. It wanted to inspire her pleasure.

  Now that it was done, now that she was crouched, looking up a something four times the size of a man, she could feel its tentacles brushing against where she ached.

  Worried it would fuck her again, she said, “It hurts.”