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[denofbloodandlove]

Co written with @the-warp-spawn

I had so much fun doing this, as was my first time delving into the idea of mutation, corruption and changing. Thank you so much for being apart of a new creation process for, with me!

REVENANT

Here's a special something!

It's a collaboration written by @miserysplayground and I, edited by me.

In deep space, an ancient godlike alien seeks a mate and finds it in the form of a bratty, sassy warrant officer. Lured away from the rest of the crew, what starts as a terrifying kidnapping becomes sexual transcendence as she is seduced away from humanity and welcomes her new form...

Since the dawn of human history, Mankind has feared what incomprehensible terrors lurk in the darkness of unexplored spaces. What eldritch nightmares await in the deepest caves, the depths of the ocean... As we reached up to the stars and bean to explore the universe, who could have possibly foreseen the impossibly ancient beings we would discover. The Primordial. The Aal.

This is the story of Navara station, one of its crew and how she became the eternal mate of one such entity, the Revenant...

* * * Infiltrating the planetary exploration team had been easy. All it took was one wayward member of the crew, isolated and alone. Sinking my needle-like nerves into them, I drained their body and mind. Their life-force, their essence. Every drop of blood, every muscle fibre became part of me, restoring me from the skeletal husk I gad become. Their memories became mine and in an instant I learned of Humanity. Their society. Their behaviour. Their... preferences. All of it now existed within me. With a thought, I willed my body into the form of the man I had consumed. I assumed his place on the crew and for several days lived among them as if I always had been. As the last of my kind, there was something oddly gratifying about having company. It didn't take long for my dormant-urges to awaken. These weren't enough. I am Revenant. I am the star spawn. Empires have risen and fallen in a fraction of my lifetime. Compared to these rudimentary organisms, I am what they would consider a God.

Yet I am alone. As I always have been, ever since my ancestors waged their war against the Aal and lost. I crave the company of my own kind. I know I can have that once again if I desire it so. And I do, every fibre of my being yearns for it.

My mind reaches deep into my biology. If a human biomass could restore me, could I not adapt one of these to suit my purposes? To give me the company I desire?

It has to be just right. It has to be perfect.

These explorers... none them are quite right. They are lovely. Helpful, thoughtful. A community. But what I need is something... someone specific. Someone who could embrace what I offer.

So when they tell me we are returning to Nevara - a construct floating in space that houses more of their kind... well maybe I can become one of their crew and continue my search... That's when I found her. Such fire, such willpower. The others do not appreciate that. Not like I do. Not like I will. She makes cruel jests at my expense when she isn't commanding me to do better at my assigned tasks. But I sense it. The tug of something more than comradery and duty. Attraction.  Her human partner resents her forcefulness, something that will make it easier still to seduce her.

For weeks, I plan our inevitable copulation. I sample her DNA where I can - trace amounts of saliva on the lip of a glass, a stray hair from her workstation. It's perfect, delicious, my nerve endings tingling with the profound attraction I feel. So I begin synthesising a symbiote, a biological graft designed at a cellular level for her. A way to transition her human form into what I need. I leave it gestating in the abandoned observation lounge on deck five and begin to deliberately leave her clues. Subtle at first, little quirks to arouse her suspicion. Then I begin to leave trickles of slime on her tools. I stop hiding my DNA sampling. But only to her. The crew don't believe her, the rift between her and her spouse grows as he ignores her claims. Pride will drive her to confront me herself, in the observation lounge where the Symbiote and I patiently await...

* * *

The first few weeks or month it's us getting on one another's nerves. He drives me crazy, like a shadow following me everywhere I go. A creep. A weirdo. Then it starts getting weird. Little things at first, but I start to suspect Daniel isnt himself. Literally. Ever since the explorers returned, I catch him fidgeting with my stuff or following me around sniffing like a starving animal. Then I catch him tingling my leftovers in the kitchen??

I think I'm smart. I watch him. Through the cameras, the access logs. He keeps going down to deck 5. No one else is listening to me, it's maddening how insistent they are that he's been perfectly normal. Like I'm the problem. Typical. They don't believe me? Fine. I'll show them, i thought. Because I'm smart right? So I go to deck five, I go to the observation lounge he keeps visiting. And when I do...

Something isn't right. I can't get out. The door is locked behind me. I scream for help, I try the radio. Nothing. All the systems are down. I'm alone until I hear the door click open. Relief turns to terror. It's him, essentially trapping me. I'm stuck. Screaming for help as he sheds his humanity. Growing horns, eyes changing, torso elongating, knees moving so his gait is longer. Muscles shifting, bones cracking as I scream in panic praying my partner hears me. My panic doubles as the slime I've been finding slides off his flesh. My scream is cut off as he attacks.

The slime, his coating slides onto my skin, seeping into my pores as it dissolves my clothes, giving him total access to begin what I will soon recognise as hismating process. His mouth opens and his second appendages fills my mouth on a scream as his body spreads my legs. He plummets into me. Spearing me, stretching me as his slime begins bonding to my cells. My panic at the intrusion fights him hard at first. His powerful body thrusting against mine. Holding me hostage. Fucking me, breeding me. Waiting for my cells to begin changing...

* * *

I knew what I had to do. And she fell for it. Every deliberate action of mine, every 'clue' every word spoken. Just as I planned.

Now here she is, trapped as I finally shed my pathetic human guise. Bones extending, muscles pulling taut and straining as the slime slides off them. My clothes burst and flutter to the ground in tattered rags as I seize her. She squeals and her panicked sobs make my ichor pump faster, mouth drooling as I savour this final moment of her humanity before plunging into her...

* * *

The fear. The absolute fear is nothing I've ever felt before. My heart feels as if it's going to literally burst forth from my rib cage as the... thing takes me. My blood freezes in terror as it's outer coating falls off itself like a waterfall. It slides in slow motion as my brain can't fully fathom its actions. Terror has it's claws in me, the fight or flight response is non existent. I'm frozen still, I can't move. Can't force the scream that's in my throat out. Can't feel anything except terror. But that gives way to instinct as cold air kisses my skin. My eyes dart down to see my clothing slide off, seemingly dissolved. My lungs suddenly work as my eyes shift to the giant alien appendage that ruts up. My mouth opens on a gasp, but the thing, the thing I've been searching for: Revanant is what we called it, the last of something that is Remarkable yet unknown. The Revanant's mouth opens and a thick prehensile tentacle like thing fills my mouth. Making me gag on a scream as it slides over my tongue. Forcing its way to the back of my throat. Then farther.

My eyes roll as breath eludes me, restricting me, my body still as the Revanant strikes again, this time between my legs. Pain erupts as he splits me open, pushing his appendage into my core. But somehow something is... Changing. The pain is still there, still firing neurons in my brain to make it stop. Buy my skin tingles. As if a thousand small hairs are raising all at once. My jaw slackens to allow HIM to push farther down, but why? I need to stop this. I HAVE to stop HIM. What's his name? Revanant. Yes. That's HIM. But why is he... I NEED HIM don't I..? No. I don't need him. I desire? What's going on?! Please. Someone, God. Anyone help...

* * *

A sensation rushes through my alien physiology I haven't felt in eternity. Delight. Triumph. Glee. I have her. Right where I want her. Powerless despite all her kicking and protesting. If anything, the surge of adrenaline in her body is precisely what I need to quickly disperse my mutagenic fluids through her body. I relish the feel of her skin in my iron grip, soft against my claws and slick with sweat. My mouth is thick with drool as it hovers above, not all of it is mutagenic slime, some of it is saliva as I drip with anticipation. I press my tongue into her open, screaming mouth. Huffing and snarling as it unfurls, caressing the inside of your mouth as it plunges into her throat. I want to savour this. But it's been so long. I hunger for a mate. Instinct demands it. My body aches for it. My hips buck as I ram my long, barbed ovipositor into her.

It won't be able leave until her body has adapted to take it. I have to take her to that point. I have to have my mate. I groan as she opens wider, her muscles unable to stop her from taking the cock deeper. Her body instinctively squeezing it in a feeble attempt to resist the intrusion. I bear down on her with all my weight, pressing her into the puddle of slime at our feet. A long, low purr escapes me as I feel her grip slacken. Tenderly, my claw strokes her cheek, tracing down along the jaw to squeeze her throat...

* * *

The claw at my cheek feels sharp, sharp enough to slice flesh open with a gentle push. But this thing isn't doing that, even though his body is inside me, taking, plummeting and implanting itself. Pain engulfs my body as I feel barbs literally impale me. I should be terrified. Terrified by what's happening but. I'm not. I'm. Aroused? Why. The thing in me shudders as he pushes fully into my body, his low growl mixed with vibrations as the thing in my throat expands and licks, illiciting a fiery swath of pleasure against my wet flesh.

Slick from his saliva and slime. My skin fells hot, I'm sweating, as if I've been out in the sun for hours on a windless, cloudless day. But I'm not scared. Shouldn't I be? Shouldn't I be terrified that this devastating creature has its thing, its... ovipositor in me? How do I know that? My skin feels like it's melting. But that's not right, it's not... I'm not in real pain. My eyes roll back into my head as the long tentacle like tongue slides out of my mouth, licking its way up and out, gasping on a moan. I feel empty with out it. It should be back in my mouth, deeper.

"Please... I... I was wrong. Kiss me again." I beg but my voice sounds hoarse, deeper, and my chest has that same vibration as HIM.

Mate whispers through my mind. But humans don't have mates. Right? His hips dig into me deeper, I can feel the ovipositor at my cervix, trying to pry it open to fuck into me. But my human hips aren't made for him. Blinking, I lift my legs and wrap them as best as I can around his huge form, looking down I see my slime covered flesh ripple. My pussy is swollen, stretched, wrapping around his huge body. But it looks... Different. My clit is hard, my lips puffy but pulled back and ridges have formed around my clit. Moving my hips I exhale in pure pleasure. The ridges on my pussy vibrate as my clit rubs against them. My hips move slowly in loose circles, as I continue my gaze, my flesh is human. Yet.... Not.

It's slippery, shiny, like glistening sweat tinged with the color of space. Veins highlight under the flesh, rivers of blood and... change. How do I know that? My eyes snap up as I look into his face. And his eyes, they stare at me with. Adoration? "Mate." I whisper as I open my mouth to suck his tongue like appendage down my throat. Giving myself to him.

* * *

I let out a long, low, delighted hiss as she gives voice to my thought. Yes. Mate. I drive that word and everything it means, deep into hee mind. Forcing it into the space previously reserved for the human she used to copulate with. You don't need them any more. You need me. You're my mate in every sense of the word. Mind, body and soul.

I press deeper into her, marvelling at how your reproductive organs have already begun to resemble what you are becoming. The way it's thick, puffy lips flare open then snap shut, clutching at my cock has an incredible massaging sensation as it pulls me deeper into her and holds me in place. My cock is streaked with thick ropes of slimy blue pre-cum. The thick ridges around her swollen clit are gently scraping at my shaft, making my jaw quiver.

I tighten my grip on her, claws pricking at her discoloured skin. I look up and down, marvelling at the transformation. Mate. I throb harder, push deeper. Mate. Hips grinding against ger as I begin to snarl, my grip tightens and I gently pull her head back in anticipation of the creature I have prepared for this moment. The Symbiote. A small scuttling, scraping sound can be heard as something crawls towards us...

Where once the creature beneath me had resisted, struggling, kicking, screaming. Now it gyrates slowly. It's movements relaxed, affectionate even. Her hands pull me towards, rather than trying to push me off. Mate. That is what she is becoming, what she is, what she was always destined to be. I growl happily as her mouth opens to take my tongue once more. As it does, I marvel at the darkened arteries cris crossing ger skin and the swirling patterns extending from them. Like me, she will be a creature of the void, I have ensured that. There is no going back now. Her willingness, her acceptance is enough for me to push this body past the point of return. Slowly an enormous glob of slime wells up in my throat before pulsing through my tongue and working its way down her, into my mate. Then again and again. Bright coloured gills flaring open along my ribs as my cock begins to throb. MATE. NOW. My creation scuttles closer, a small spider-like parasite I had created weeks ago after sampling her DNA. It possesses no sentience, only a crude instinct to attach to and merge with the DNA it was created for. In this case, hers. It chitters and clicks as it scuttles around us. It senses the genetic material changing, her cells polluted with my own genetics. It eagerly tests its ovipositor, wiggling it in the air. It knows she is moments away from being the perfect combination of alien and human DNA for it to bond to and truly transform her into my mate...

* * *

Swallowing yet another bulbous, thick kiss I taste what is mine on my tongue. Licking my lips my brows pucker and I repeat the process. Something is... different. My lips are no longer fleshy, but pulled tighter along my teeth, teeth that are long. Flicking my tongue along my mouth I feel my teeth are sharper, pointed fangs have pushed human teeth from my skull. Replacing it with a more alien look. One that mirrors my Mate. Flicking my tongue again I smile, because even that is different. The human muscle has elongated into a thinner more flexible thing. The taste buds are larger on the sides, small pebbles that sense more. Gather more, and as I press them on the roof of my mouth I feel my own thick lick slime coat my mouth. Gasping on another deep plunge of his body into mine I tentatively allow my new tongue to slide out of my mouth, the slime dripping from the tip of the muscle. Leaning in, I reverently lick the side of his face, my slime-like saliva coating him, marking him as mine. Some instinct knows that this is right. That I will need to mark him more, devour him, suck him, bite him, injecting his own body with mine so that we will be fused totally.

But I must continue with the transition.

My eyes adjust as his head cocks, a low moan vibrates his chest as my tongue slides up and off, leaving a thick sticky trail that attaches to his flesh and my mouth. It's exquisite, and makes my body hum. My mind is still that of a human, more knowledge then instinct. I remember home, but know that it's no longer my home. My home is this creature thats creating me. Giving me life. Filling me. Will fill me until my belly is full and round with brood. Over and over again until we take our last breaths as beings of a different realm.

My eyes suddenly close as pain radiates in my skull. My legs clench against his hips, feeling his thick ovipositor dig deeper. A whisper crosses my brain as his guttural voice reaches a part of my psyche humans only wish they knew.

"Your eyes are changing. It's ok. A little more mate and we will be one. Open your orbs for they will change"

His deep timber puts me at ease as I open my lids, but like a blink, they slide away from the side. My eyes tremble as they stretch and duplicate. Two irises take over, one brown, the color of human, the other a vibrant bright green laced with red. The sight is split yet, not. I can see both human and essence. The essence he has trapped me with is like a cocoon. A beautiful trap that's keeping me here. Grounded. Changing. Inhaling deeply I relax into him, his hand, claws tipping my head back as I see the thing through my eyesight. It's smaller, flat, but the ovipositor that coils and wraps around my leg is similar to the one that my mate thrusts into me, it's own pre-cum slides along my flesh as it wraps around my leg to climb, cum that's similar to my Mate, cum that's currently oozing out of my cunt. Nodding my head I know. Allowing Him to tilt my head back, I open my mouth to the still climbing creature. It's ovipositor hardening as it makes its way to my awaiting mouth

* * *

I can feel my essence spreading through her, my mind reaching into every fibre of her being. My inhuman consciousness plucking and nudging at every thought and impulse she experiences. Piece by delightful piece, I guide her towards thinking and feeling as I desire. My rubbery skin tingles as her tongue drags along it. A wonderful warmth that seeps through me as I feel our profound shift into deeper intimacy. Amidst my rutting, I begin to arch my back more. My ovipositor plunging deeper, rubbing harder against the ridges around her clit.

I rear up to better admire my handiwork as she closes her eyes. The sight of them expanding, pulling taut and separating as two become four fills me with tremendous pride. The transformation is smoother than I'd hoped. I salivate hungrily as I muse to myself how wonderful she will become, how well I have done to find and choose her. The sight of her thin lips tugging into a smile, her elongated fangs... for the first time in an eternity I feel a sense of beauty, admiration, love. I sent my thoughts to reassure hee, to instruct her. As her eyes flicker open, I can feel hee perspective shifting. I know she sees as I do, perceiving the swirling mass of invisible energy flowing between us, binding us.

I shudder with pleasure as I feel my ovipositor unfurling within her, its tip opening like a flower as several tentacles slither out to snake their way through her insides, their delicate thorns latching to her inner walls. I growl and roar, leaning down to lick and bite at her neck. My creation snakes its way up her thigh like a hand scrambling along her molten skin. Deftly scuttling over my shoulder it trembles with eagerness before diving onto hee open, gaping mouth. The sight of its thin, spidery legs snapping around her head, its tail coiling around her throat as it's ovipositor plunges into her throat. It's too much. This is too good. Too wonderful. For a moment even my colossal intellect is blank, replaced with raw instinct. Primal need. My hands snap to her hips as I rear up into an upright position, my head thrown back as I roar triumphantly.

My hips crash into her with speed and ferocity that no human could withstand. MATE MATE MATE. Screams my mind. She is no human. She is my mate. And she exists for this. The parasite on her face throbs, its ovipositor pulsating as it fills her with thick black slime, ichor. Her ichor. Her new lifeblood. Like a sentient wave it washes through her, adapting every fluid and organ it touches into an alien equivalent. My previous injections had primed her body, but now the real transformation begins...

* * *

I'm supposed to be screaming. The human me, the part of my brain that's firing human synapses says it needs to be screaming. To plead. But the voice that I've lived with my whole life is becoming quiter, smaller. Replacing it with a new scream, one that's higher pitched yet deep. As if it's mixed with an animalistic growl. My throat works as I swallow, the thick injections that flood my throat taste sublime. One thick deposit after another fill my throat, clogging my breathing, my human lungs seize, burn, then explode. Or what I think is an explosion.

My chest bursts out, ribs break and expand as my body morphs. Skin splits and I'm suddenly breathing through... gills. Slits along my ribs allow for me to breath as ichor stuffs my body. My mouth tries to expand more, to drink in more. But I feel my skin coating itself, my own slime like coating springs forth, touching all of him, all of my Mate. Entwining us as my body continues. My heart begins to thump heavily. The beat no longer two beats but six rapid successions, matching his. Ichor pumps faster, thicker. Filling every crevis of my body. But one is new. I can feel you. Feel your ovipositor in me open, I can feel you move in me. My claw like hand moves over my torso and I suck in a heady breath through my gills as I can feel your tentacles slither through me. Moving through my intestines. Snaking into my womb. More. More. More. More. Mate. Give me all.

My brain whispers against his as I think of only you. I only need you. I only need my Mate. I swallow the last ball of ichor. The creature hugging my face pumps its final load into me before skittering off, then crawling onto my back. It's tail still wrapped around my neck. My tongue licks out, it's coated in thick black ooze as I tilt my head and thrust it into his maw. Tasting him as I move my hips, thrusting myself up and down on him. Needing it deeper in me. His tentacles literally filling every inch of me. I need his come, his eggs, his tentacles,  everything flooding my every space. My tongue fights his as we fight for dominance.

My pussy clamping down on his shaft as the first new wave of an orgasm takes hold. But it's not fleeting like a human's. It rolls through me in waves, my skin vibrates and changes, colors swirl under my flesh. Scales begin to shimmer just under the paper like skin. My spine cracks and elongates, protruding out to form a long, slender, sharp tail that I know instantly needs to wrap around his power filled body as I beg him for more.

* * *

My heart soars as she rises to sit upright in my lap, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she pulls yourself up. One of my clawed hands on her hips slides around to her back, firmly supporting her as she gyrates wildly, her full weight bearing you down on my throbbing, thrusting shaft. My other hand moves to her head, clutching the neck and pulling her close into a long, sloppy kiss as I lick the residual ichor from her mouth and lips, my ow saliva pouring into her once more. I fail to contain my raw hunger. I can feel the parasite finish bonding to her, its limbs fusing into her ribs, its nerve endings grafting to hers, making it an extension of her and her an extension of it. I growl affectionately as she coils her tail around my midriff and begins to entwine itself with my skeletal tail.

As my arousal builds, my glossy black form begins to flush with colour as does hers. My lips snap apart from her as I gasp and shriek. An eternity of careful inhuman thought and knowledge is muffled, silenced. For the first time I am no longer in control. MATE. I am a slave to instinct. MATE. A slave to desire. MATE. Need. I need this. Need her.

A shrill shriek escapes me as I begin to experience my own orgasm. MATE. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I hiss and moan. Cum erupts from my ovipositor. Thick, glowing amber slime surges into her. She hisses, her monstrous pussy clutches and pulls at my shaft, drawing out a low snarl from me as it massages my length. More and more cum flows. Thicker. Faster. MATE. She's drawing more and more from me. She truly wants this. All of this. MATE! It's all either of us can think. Her human mind and my consciousness drowning in a singular, shared, primal need.

That's when she feels it. The bulge in my shaft. I gasp and sputter as it slides through my wildly thrusting length. Any moment now I will feel the exquisite release I've yearned for. In a moment the chain reaction will begin. In a moment I will plant my first egg in her, forever corrupting her womb...

* * *

My mind opens to a new universe. It's as if the ichor that flowed through my body made sure the last thing to change was the brain, as if it's unlocking every known and unknown thing that humans ever wanted to know.

Funny how I see them as humans, was I not one? Saliva drips from mouth, fangs, tongue as I lick him, my thin lips sucking on the cold slimy like skin of my Mate. My one being that I fuse with. My new blood sings to his. My brain now knows this. It was the path all along. Mt teeth bite down on his shoulder. As his thick blood coats my mouth I moan in lust and need.

"Breed me Mate. Pass on your life into my womb, fill me" I beg you through our link. My hips tilt and move, my pussy, now different. Tighter yet open. The outer lips have been pulled back, my clit slightly longer, larger, more sensitive to the ridges on his body. My orgasm clenches through me as I fuck my Mate. Move my body, clasping tightly I bite down harder holding myself in place. Feeling him shudder as instinct drives us both.

I somehow know what's coming. Pulling my mouth free I scream a guttural low moan of need as I feel him stretch me, the giant bulge filling my tunnel, getting stuck in the wet, tight muscles of my body. Pushing, expanding as his wayward tentacles did in my abdomen. I freeze as I feel the first warm gush of thick cun fill my womb. Pumping into me.

"Yes. More. Please. More" I begin to beg as I try to move. But hus thick, swollen shaft stays in place. Pumping. Pumping. Pumping. Until cum begins to leak out of me, around him, thick droplets falling, gliding down my thighs like gooey rivers. But instinct drives us.

He fucks it back into my needy womb, forcing my belly to swell with his essence. Feeding me his cum, knowing the egg or eggs that follow it will need the thick suspension to thrive on. My claws rake across his body, silently begging you for more. It's as if the slime that coats my skin, that changed me, changed my needs too. I need this cock. His cum. His essence, more then breath. Mate. I need him. More then the world I'm leaving behind.

The word whispers through our link and my body flutters as another pump pushes through me more, my skin stretches, syrupy like saliva drops down his chin and I instantly lap at it. Licking it, tasting him in me as we share this change. Embrace my new form. My new role as Mate. Lover. Brood. As a new species. Accepting my fate. As if this was the last wave of change my whole body shudders and relaxes against his hold. My pussy slick and so full it feels like it's torn in two. But not with pain. His tentacles move up and out, pushing my guts around, making more space for his powerful pumps. As the last of my humanity fades into the background I sigh.

"Breed me Mate. I'm ready" I whisper. Begging him to pump his egg into me.

* * *

She feels me spasm beneath her, a low clicking purr turns to a hiss that becomes a snarl before building to a mighty roar. My hips buck up, my movements slowing to a longer, harder series of thrusts. Each movement pushing deeper, my cock undulating as the egg works its way through my shaft, teetering at the edge of the open shaft. The colours flushing through our skin brighten as swirling pink and purple nebula and supernovas cascade across our alien forms. Purple brightens to red and orange as she moves harder, faster, hips furiously grinding against mine.

Slowly, thick tentacles sprout from her back, arching behind you like those of an angel. She is more than that though. She is Mate. She has become a primordial Goddess. My Mate. My roaring continues as her jaws lock tight around my shoulder, my head resting against her neck. Thick ropes of drool cascade from my open maw as I continue to shriek. The tentacles extend from my cock pull tight, locking into a death grip that locks her insides tightly in place. Her hips anchored to mine, her walls clutching my cock as hard as possible while a single thought is shared by us. YES. We both clutch each other tightly as the egg slides free.

My shriek trails off as my voice cracks. She bites harder before releasing with a sputter, mouth open and gasping as she howls with orgasmic delight. Her new tentacles slam against the walls around us, snapping around pipes and grates as they hoist her spasming body into the air. For what feels like an eternity, we hang there. Her body suspended several feet above the floor, legs and arms wrapped around me as I groan and shudder, my cock flooding her with cum until her belly starts to bloat and distend. Inside her, my first egg draws one of her ovum into it, merging with it as swarms of alien sperm flood into the rapidly expanding orb. The unique combination of her DNA and mine causes each sperm to each become their own embryos, rapidly gestating into the first of our brood. The first generation of Revenants in millennia. I pump and pump until I have injected hee with precisely enough sperm to ensure not an ounce of our hybrid egg is wasted. Gasping. Stroking. Clutching. Adoring. She can already sense my eagerness to do it again once she lays her first clutch...

* * *

Epilogue

Contact last with Navara station and 0750 hours earth standard time. Final transmission corrupted, data retrieval shows minimal record of Navara station's final week.

Recovered CCTV log shows unknown alien lifeforms present in observation lounge. Swollen female lifeform appears to open ribcage horizontally to release dozens of snake-like creatures, emptying what appears to be some sort of egg sac as her stomach flattens to an almost human appearance. Suspect this footage is especially damaged as this visual is repeated several times. Analysts are attempting to discern if this is a loop caused by data corruption or if the organism is continually reproducing.

Notes from Medical Office back ups suggests the snake like creatures attempt to enter unsuspecting human bodies. Once inside, the human rapidly mutates into -classified- and appears identical to-classified- which has been observed impregnating creature in attached footage.

A single still image is also recovered. Corrupted logs indicate any larvae form of -classified- mutates into an unstable mass of flesh, forming the living hive that is seen growing through Navara station in recovered image.

A single audio file has been salvaged. A single female voice, believed to be the station's warrant officer can be heard.

"Breed. All of us... Breeeeed..."

Recommend sending team to investigate.

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20 and 26!

20. What story am I the proudest of and why?

I've been role playing for nearly 11 years, I love role playing and writing, discovering that I have a talent. My main character is a demon named aptly Misery. I discovered that I could weave tales of her adventures and she grew into a demon that people enjoyed reading about. Growing that talent led me to post here, venturing out, finding people, talking more. And learning aspects of both sexual, kinks, and creativity. Which led me to my first alien story. A story that ended up being three separate stories. Araya and her Royals; I'm the proudest of that trio. Because it was my first time ever writing something of that genre and imagination. I was really worried it wouldn't be good, but I took off. I'm incredibly proud of them. And it's even spining a side add on series.

26. What are my favorite books?

Fantasy. Erotic. Paranormal. Romance, but on the darker aspect. Im just getting into monster smut. Vampires, witches. Anne Rice is my favorite. I have every one of her books, most in first edition.

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I am writing a new story about dragons and I swear my computer is out to get me! Thank you to my muses yall are helping and I can't wait to get this doozy out! Lets just hope my computer makes it through another day

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Predator(s) and Prey

**Please note this is a complete work of fiction.  There are trigger warnings in this.  This particular story is 4 pages it is a bit long. Enjoy** Kate paced back and forth like a caged animal, her eyes constantly darting towards the giant three paneled frames that housed nothing but clear glass.  Beyond it: woods.  What the fuck had she been thinking when she signed up for this? She knew better! But fuck she needed the money.  Kate was beyond broke, so when she read the add that hung in the college square for the thirty somethings that were still lost as fuck in life, she jumped at the chance. The add simply read “You are the prey, we the predator” “Five thousand for the night, per predator. More details when vetted.”  Every single slip, every little column of paper stared at her as it swayed in the breeze.  Not a single person wanted in on this, but fuck, Kate hadn’t eaten is days, all her money going towards the ridiculously priced art supplies she needed for her one stupid class.   Kate had no one, unlike most of the people at the overpriced school, she was alone in this world, struggling to be an artist.  “Fuck it Kate do it.” Grabbing her phone, she texted the number that was neatly printed on the little slip of paper.  Within seconds she got directions to the place she was now at.  All it said was to be there promptly at 4 pm, so she could get ready.   Ready apparently meant that she would be pacing in this giant over expensive living room with giant glass panes overlooking the most forbidden forest she had ever seen.  But from her artists eye, it was beautiful.  Lush green trees grew thick together, so thick that it made the low light look black.  Kate could barely see through the branches, different shades of greens worked together creating a green waterfall of beauty.  Nerves ate as her, her fingertips in her mouth as she chewed down the quick of her nails.  She should just leave, right? What the fuck did that paper even mean?  Her red converse shoes would be wearing a hole in this nice hard floor soon.   “You already look perfect for the part Kate.” A deep voice echoed from a dark corner of the room, so farl she had to squint, her heart thumping in her throat.  Kate hand wrapped around her throat defensively as she stopped her pacing. “He….hello? Wh..wh..whose there?” She stammered over her words as fear ate at her, she could feel the pulse in her throat grow wild.  Her eyes hurt from being so wide, staring into the darkness.  And she watched in terror as a giant of a man stepped forth. Dressed in all black, the man was head to toe in tactical gear.  Pockets lined his pants, pants that ended in thick black combat boots, the kinds that hunters would wear.  His black tank hugged his rugged body, the skin that was visible was covered in vibrant tattoos.  Ink covered every inch, all the way down to his knuckles, the shirt he adorned was covered by some kind of black vest that held even more pockets.  In his ear hung some small piece of wire, it reminded her briefly of an earpiece.  But her mind was disjointed, not putting every detail together.  “Whadda mean” Kate stammered as she backed away instinctively, her ass hitting the glass she was just pacing in front of.   “You.  You answered the add.  The perfect little prey.  Already so scared.  I can see how the blood is flushed under your skin, giving you the perfect shade of pink. Your eyes wide, your breathing labored.  Did you know that panic makes the body feel dizzy, your muscles tense, tremble.  Your brain becomes too aware of possible threats and begins to become hyperactive. The midbrain, the amygdala become too overwhelmed.   You can feel it.  The fear. We can see it.  Taste it.  Savor it. Tonight, we will own it.  You answered, we called.  Predator.  Prey.” Kate began to hyperventilate, his words rattled around in her empty brain.  What the fuck did she do? What did he mean? Too much was going on, sucking in deep mouthfuls of air, spots began to dot her vision, she felt fuzzy all of a sudden. He was right, whoever he was. Panic, fear, terror coursed through her blood.  “It’s okay though Kate.  You texted, that initiated the contract.  Twenty thousand has already been funneled into the account you provided.  Four predators for the night.  Rules are, you run, we chase and we capture.  And when we do capture, we own.  There are no safe words. No limits.  No escape really.  Just primal urges and fear.”  The man held his hand up, showing a metal glint that shown off the lights, with a simple click, the panel that she was plastered against slid open, forcing Kate to fall flat on her ass on the massive deck outside. Scrambling backward, Kate almost crab walked backward only to fall off stairs that led to the soft grass.  Following her out the man smiled down at her, his grin more wolfish, predatory.  She was frozen in fear as he stood above her on the deck, his arms now crossed over his chest.  With another flick and click, lights that shown behind him went dark, immersing him in shadows that moved.  An inky blackness that moved and multiplied.  Blinking her fear filled eyes, her brain was playing tricks on her.  One suddenly became four. Four men, four giants, four horseman stared at her with hunger.  As one, they moved in sync, each reaching up and grabbing that wire to place it in their ear.   “It….it was an earpiece” Kate whispered to herself.   Shock flooded her already tight system.  Her nails dug into the soft ground as she tried in vain to calm herself.  “You have thirty minutes, it’s a head start to begin running little mouse.  The sun will begin setting in that thirty minutes, and then we hunt.” As one, the four men silently disappeared into the darkness, leaving her seemingly alone in the dying of the light. Tears sprang from her eyes, fat drops flowed like rivers down her cheeks as she bought her knees to her chest.  Kates arms wrapped around her knees to hold herself together as she cried in fear.  She could feel the hot sun on her bare shoulders, as if it was making fun if her. Slowly dying, allowing more of that dreaded darkness to consume everything.  Just like it did them, the Predators.  Her heart thumped hard in her chest.  Was she going to be hunted to die? No, they pai her.  Why would they pay her just to kill her? Plus they, whoever they were put a very public add out, one that could be traced.  Right?  Her mouth was so dry, her breath coming in too fast, she had lost semblance of breathing through her nose, her body taking over and panting out of her mouth. Swallowing she began to rock back and forth as she tried to think, to remember what he said.  They were going to taste? What did he say? Claim? What were they going to claim? She had nothing.  Nothing to give.  But. Kates breathing stopped as her mind finally fucking clicked.  The fact that she was hungry from not eating, sleep deprived from school and fear coursing through every single fiber of her being, her brain was sluggish.  It took longer for her to realize what they were talking about.  They were going to claim her, claim her body as theirs.  In the most primal way.  They were going to fuck her, rape her, fill her with everything.  Her brain screamed for her to run, run away now and as fast as she could.  Her heart the muscle that stopped momentarily began pumping so fast in her rib cage it hurt. But her cunt was suddenly dripping. A flood of juice gushed down, coating her in thick honey.  She had only been with two people her entire boring life. And both were less than mediocre.  So boring she didn’t even remember their names.   Kate shook her head as her body began a war with itself.  Fight or flight.  Fight. Flight.  Fuck.   “Tick Tock Kate.  Thirty minutes in now twenty.  You not running will only make it worse.  We chase, releasing energy.  If we don’t chase, where do you think that energy will be directed?  The dark voice whispered from the darkness of the house that now stares at her like a menacing creature.  A nightmare that was sent to terrifier her.  Kates feet kicked out sliding against the grass, her hands moved, her ass slithered across the earth, scrambling for purchase, but fear made it hard for her to gain footing.  With a low groan she heaved herself over.  Her converse slipping, running in place slowly, then picking up speed.  Her arms pumped as she began to finally run. And she swore she could hear a low “Good girl little mouse” as she ran to the thick trees. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Licking his teeth, he grinned.  Fuck she was perfect.  Ass that was round, tits that were bigger then any of their hands, when he’ll get to grab them, they will spill out of his palms.  Thighs that were thick, legs that were long, and hair that fell in thick waves.  Waves that meant he could wrap his hands in and hold her in place as he shoved his fucking rock-hard dick down her throat.  Her other holes used by his team.  Ripped open and stretched to the fucking max as they fucked her senseless.  Tilting his head, he barely glanced left or right. He and his team had gone over this hundreds of times, making sure that whoever answered their add would not get away. Move right, left, and middle. Goggles on, the light will be gone soon. Her eyesight shit, Fear will make her sloppy.  First one gets her sweet pussy.  Remember the rules.  Knives not too deep, ropes and bondage tight enough but not to cut off circulation. She must feel the pain.  She signed up for this fellas.  Lets hunt.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Adrenaline rode Kate hard as she ran. Her muscles burned as she tried in vain to dodge branches and brambles that tore at her skin and clothes.  She could feel what must be a million tiny cuts along her flesh as she ran blindly through the thick foliage.  She could not hear anything, except the pounding of her own heart, the rush of her own breath.  The light was now miniscule, filtering through the thick trees, limiting her visibility.  Her legs felt like lead suddenly, her blood like molten lava she tripped over her own feet and began to fall.  Her hands hit first, debris embedding itself into her soft palms.  Her knees crunched against pebbled and detritus shooting pain up her spine.  Yelping she rolled, hitting broken shrubs from a life that grew too fast for little things.  Rolling, she finally came to an agonizing halt.  Fresh tears dotted her eyes, her poor addled brain confused.  Blinking rapidly, silence descended.  Not a single thing made a sound.  It was as if the forest itself was waiting for something to happen.  For her heart to explode, for her brain to leak from her ears.  For her to shove her hand down her pants and fuck herself into a screaming rage.  Gods this was so fucking weird.  But the night decided for her when a twig suddenly snapped from behind her. Rolling over she kicked her feet, her foot she realized was shoeless, lost in the tumble through leaves and dirt. Her toes dug into mud, giving her some form of grip but as she was just beginning to hurl herself forward, a tight hand gripped her ankle and yanked her down.   Loudly screaming, another set of hands wrapped around her throat, silencing her.   Kate kicked out, eliciting a heavy grunt and she fell forward, the hand at her throat loosening momentarily, giving her enough time to push and run. Laughter echoing behind her.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He had her in his palm, felt her erratic pulse under his fingers, beating like a hummingbirds wings.  So fast it felt like she was flying under his palm.  The night vision goggles shown her pupils were blown, so large they enveloped any color she may have had.  The sun was completely gone now, she was running blind while they watched.  He knew like him all their cocks were hard, ready.  They couldn’t wait to capture her, string her up, cut the clothes from her body and fuck her raw and hard against the woods.  Sweat beaded his brow, his lips and down his spine. “Go around, track her and surprise her.  She’s headed towards the cabin.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kate was lost, dazed, terrified, tired. She had fallen too many times to count, her hands hurt, her knees bled and somehow, somewhere she twisted an ankle. Her hands clawed at the trees surrounding her.  She couldn’t see shit.  But she was not expecting a tight hand in her hair wrenching her head back hard enough she saw stars.  Screaming in horror, she tried to kick again but heard a tsk.  Each ankle was lifted, legs spread.  Her knees bent and bucked under the intense strength.  In her ear, she felt a puff of hot air, followed by the words “Found you little mouse.”   Hands gripped her roughly, keeping her immobile as they worked quickly.  Her other shoe was ripped off, something tight wrapped around her ankle, then the other and she was suddenly dropped.  Her bad ankle giving out. Her hands, arms though were still held tightly, her wrist burning suddenly with abrasiveness.  Screaming into the night her slow brain once again caught up too late she was being tied up, her back arched as her arms are wrenched up and back.  Her back slammed against the tree rough bark speared her thin shirt.  Tears flowed freely from her eyes as her heart exploded behind her sternum, but every single fucking sound stopped when her heard the sound of zipper teeth echo into the night. Part 2 coming soon.

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Wolf Knots Part 2 (his view)

He knew it was coming could feel it in his bones as they say.  His shift was coming and fast.  For years he lived with his curse, by day a normal man, but at night a beast, hunting, prowling the swamps, feasting on blood and sinew.  And he loved it.  He hated humans when he lived among them, turned his back on religion, his family, his friends.  He had this deep-seated hatred for all things and scoffed at the thoughts of anything supernatural.  That was until he turned twenty-five and changed one night in the back alleys of a bar, then rampaged his way through flesh and blood.  Now ten years later he lived alone in the woods and swamp in a cabin he built himself over the hot, humid Louisiana days, hunting, killing, fucking by night.  He was an animal, through and through and lived like it with no one to answer to. Not even god. Walking out his front door, his hard face looked up at the pregnant moon.  His skin was hot and tight against his bones as the shift took him.  His bones cracked, ribs broke and moved further apart, his fingers elongated with nails that fell from tips, replaced by long black claws. His face split apart, human molars falling to allow sharp canines in there place.  His nose moved and slit to allow for deeper, better breathing.  His feet flattened as his back bowed and elongated to allow for more of a lupine form to traverse the landscape.  Rearing his giant head back he howled into the night, alerting every prey that the predator was loose and hungry.   He loped through the swamps, hunting searching, his human brain and thoughts so far down he only knew instincts.  His instincts were to hunt, drink, fuck, sleep. In that order.  Blood dripped off his fangs as he sniffed the air looking for a wolf in heat to knot with but what he smelled was a hundred times sweeter. Wolf pheromones mixed with a low, musky scent, a natural earthy flavor that called to the beast.  His cock half rose as his knot swelled slightly, his nose to the wind as he tracked the alluring scent.   But what he saw in the clearing confused him, the smell he was after was in a strange thing, covering his mark.  Snarling he ripped into the fabric, grasping at the sweet smell and pulling her out.  She looked nothing like the bitches he mounted before but smelled like them. Wolf and something else mixed, coated the air as she stared at him.  His nose twitched as he smelled her cunt gush and he stood ready, ready to fuck, mount, knot and pump his cum inside of her.  Instincts told him, she would take every drop he gave, breeding her with his cum. Snuffling closer, his long tongue reached down and licked at the wetness that he smelled seep through the clothing covering her holes, sweet, tangy and fresh tastes coated his taste buds as he pushed his head harder into her, he wanted to bury his nose in her cunt, rip through it until he was inside of her. His cock grew hard and ready ,and he stood but unlike the bitches before, this one stood on two legs, like him and took his cock into her mouth.   His eyes went wide with surprise as this new thing sucked his head in, his hips automatically thrust but his cock was too large for her tiny head, he would have pushed through every single muscle to fuck her head, he knew, fuck her skull until it was nothing.  But something in him told him that was not right, to skull fuck this thing was not the way.  With a roar he flicked her off and attacked, his claws ripped into clothes and flesh until the sweet wet of her cunt was exposed.  He looked at her swollen flesh and howled his taking, bending his knees, his thick cock aligned with her cunt and he mounted her.  His thick head pushed into her slick hole, stretching around him, he could hear her screams as he ripped her flesh apart.   Biting her shoulder to keep her from moving, squirming to much, he widened his legs and thrust harder again and again. Feeling her wet, tight cunt grip him, he could feel every wet ridge of her flesh, feel the folds and ripples of her cunt move around him, stretching and gripping, coating his cock with her juices. She was so tight it actually strained him to get more of his cock into her, but he knew his knot had to get stuck in her cunt.  Knew that he would have to seal her so he could pump his load full into her belly. Her blood filled his mouth as his claws held her down his hips so powerful pulled back and in a great push shoved his knot inside of her.  He could feel her skin tear as it accommodated him, but he felt her come rush down his shaft, gripping him in wave after wave of tremors as she screamed in pain and come.   He pulled out of her, his knot popping out with a loud squelch as her juices squirted from her cunt, her wetness helped him pump back in, his great head hitting her cervix, he could feel resistance every time he pushed in, the tip of his cock, forcing her cervix to open more and more every time.  His cock head had a heavy tip, lipped and edged to force open a womb so he could pump his come straight in.  His cock filled her belly with every hard push, he could feel her flesh expand around him, moving, making room for what was to come.  His body told him it was time, with one final puch, he forced his knot into her pussy and he could feel it grow, it sealed itself in her body, stuck in her wet and tight, sloppy cunt as he began to come.  His balls pulsed heavily every time his come spurt from his tip, thick ropes languidly filling her womb.  Pulse after pulse, he could feel his come leave his body and pump into her. He felt her belly expand around him as he continued, his knot growing more with every heavy spurt.   When his final thick rope drippled from his cock, he ripped his head away and howled into the night, claiming her for his own.  His come was in her, his mark on her, she was his.  His to ravage and pump every night.  He had odd thoughts of watching her belly enlarge as his pups grew, breeding her over and over and over.   Backing away his knot pulled forcefully from her cunt and he watched in awe as thick white puddle of come flowed freely from her cunt.   He was ready to mount her again, his cock still hard and thick but instincts told him to rest first, to wait.  Something in him told him that if he mounted her again, he would rip into her, spilling his seed in the wrong area, killing her.  But she was his to protect, curing himself into a ball, he closed his eyes as she uttered strange words, drifting off to sleep of humans and wolves, of mounting, breeding and fucking. Of howls and laughter. It was both wild and tame, free and caged, tragic and beautiful.  

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Lunar Eclipe, Blood Moon, May 2022

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Lunar Eclipse, Blood Moon, May 2022

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Wolf Knots

There’s an old myth in Louisiana culture, the myth of The Loup Garou.  It is said that a Loup Garou is a werewolf, a man that once walked on two feet but turned into a monster because he neglected his Easterly duties for seven years.  A sinner for seven years, turning his back on the will of God, he turned into a beast. A beast that roamed the swamps of Louisiana, scaring small children and living as a beast under Gods rule. The spell would last a lifetime unless………………. Katra shut the old cajun folklore book with a huff.  She knew the tales, read them countless times as child then teen and adult.  With every new story her fascination grew but not with folklore, as she grew into a woman it became a desire.  Something that she deemed weird at first but as she delved into college courses on the subjects, then turned her sights to wolves and their habits and mating, it became an obsession.  Katra was top of her class in all her fields at the University of Louisiana or UL as its known today.  She graduated in folklore and animal biology, pertaining to wolves.  Always fed her family the excuse that she was going to work in wildlife and in the culture that grew like wild weeds around her. Louisiana was thick with it.  But this was her last year, final year dedicated to one idea, one thesis: finding the Loup Garou.   Katra had sold her belongings, sold off her tiny college apartment and saved enough money to buy her equipment, hiking boots, a tent, wolf pheromones, night vision, game cameras, everything she would need to spend months at a time living in the wilds of Louisiana.  It was a harsh climate, humid and hot, filled with beasts and insects but she was determined.  All her permits were granted under the pretense of wildlife bio, and one day, she just packed and left.  Left everything behind in search of the truth.   Now, months later, skinnier then before Katra looked around the beautiful lush green country of the deep Louisiana back woods. She travelled from Lafayette to NOLA to Shreveport, Venice and every other possible back water swamp looking for the Loup Garou, finding nothing but old wives tales and pointed fingers to go to the next spot.  Now honestly, she did not even know where the hell she was, just that someone had said they spotted what they thought was a Sasquatch, had gotten video of it and boom, she was here.  Doused in wolf pheromones Katra spent days out in the muddy forest, searching for paw prints, tufts of fur or prey half eaten.  But she had gotten nothing.  Days went to nights as the moon grew swollen in the sky, and every night she would stare at it, thinking that the moon, when full looked like the belly of a pregnant beast, filled with pups.  This was another reason why she kept her fascination a secret, using the pretense of biology as a forefront.  Katra had found her a ‘kink’ in college as it were but is she would be honest with herself. It was before college.  Katra was empty inside, the only thing that filled her with warmth was the thought of a monster taking her, using her wet cunt and spilling his cum in her until her belly budged with it, full like the moon.   She didn’t know why, she just knew it was a deep-seated need in her, to find out if everything was true and to see if she could get a Loup Garous cock inside of her.  If anyone ever found out, she’d be the laughingstock of the Wildlife and Fisheries of the University, of everything, so she kept it all a secret, using her thesis and cryptid ideas as the focal point.   Sighing, Katra looked up at the now full moon, her tent was sheer at the top when she desired it, a flap that she could zip up or down separated her from viewing the skylights.  How she wished she could feel the fullness in her womb, feel a wolfs cock ripping her apart as his knot forced his way into her.  Her eyes fluttered closed as another day of hiking and trekking took her into nothingness. Katra woke up screaming, something giant had ripped through her tent and grabbed her by the ankle, pulling her clear of the mesh fabric.  Her heart beat wildly as she thought of bears and mountain lions, beasts that could and would rip her apart and eat her alive.  But as the clouds parted and allowed the full moons rays to pierce the inky blackness of night, her mouth closed and her eyes bugged from her head. Snarling, with saliva dripping down its maws she stared at a seven foot beast, a werewolf! She was actually looking, staring at the Loup Garou! Her body shuddered and her panties immediately became soaked with thoughts of every hidden desire.  Katra pushed herself back, looking over her shoulder to the backpack that had been left just outside her tent, the backpack that had wolf pheromones hidden in it, if she could just get to the vial and pour it on herself she could see the reaction.  Licking her suddenly wet lips, she scooted, tightening her thighs together as a rush of pure wet desire coated her panties.  But the sudden sniffing of the wolf in front of her stopped her dead. The beasts nostrils flared and its great body lumbered to all fours, stalking towards her.  Great yellow green eyes focused on her as its tongue licked its nose before it sniffed again, getting closer to her.  Too enamored to move she sat still as the beast sniffed her leg the knee and finally her pussy.  It inhaled deeply, forcing its nose deep into her legs, so deep she could feel the hot puff of air inside of her cunt as it blew out then inhaled again and again.   Katra lay back on her elbows, her chest rising and falling in rapid tandem as her legs fell open to allow ore room for the beast to sniff.  His long tongue lolled out of its giant maw and with a languid lick, he tasted her jeans, knowing that she was soaked through and through.  The beast growled low and with one final huff stood to its full height, muscle upon muscle rippled over thighs, stomach and claws, but what she saw was a giant wolfs cock, on a human the cock would have hung to his knees, thicker then her wrists put together and longer then her forearm, she stared at the hardening length, rising to the occasion to breed her.  Thick viscous pre-cum was leaking from the giant tip and gently, carefully she rose, staring at the beast, looking at its eyes then down to its cock.  Licking and biting her bottom lip, she lifted herself to her knees then with her hands out, slowly touched the Loup Garous cock.  The hard, warm length made her eyes close as she wrapped both her hands around it and pumped, up and down, but as she went down, they forced to a stop. It was true! His wolfs knot was twice the size of his cock! Fuck, she wanted him in her.  Looking up one more time, she inhaled and took the beast into her mouth. His cock head was too large for her to get the whole thing down, he cheeks puffed out as the head barely fit in, her jaw felt like it would break if she opened wider, but she licked and sucked as best as she could tasting the saltiness of his pre come that was pouring out of his cock.  Flicking her tongue she delved into his cock hole, lapping at the juices and swallowing them greedily as her hands worked up and down, jacking off the shaft. Tears pooled in her eyes as his cock stretched her mouth as she worked on him.  But suddenly she was wrenched away, her body flung hard, she landed on her stomach.  With a scream, she felt the Beast jump on her his claws ripping away her clothes, leaving her skin torn and bruised and exposed.   The Loup Garou howled high and mighty into the night air as he mounted her, his teeth bit hard into her bare shoulder, holding her in place as his clawed hands forced her ass to raise to meet his thick cock. And with a deep growl, the beast plunged his cock into her wet pussy.   Katra screamed in pain as the thick cock forced its way in, her folds stretching around a cock that was slightly bigger then her fist.  Her pussy, so wet she heard the sloppy wet sounds as he pulled out and then pushed back in, rutting into her body.  Pain burned through her perineum as it ripped slightly from the intrusion, her inner walls sucking greedily at the cock, begging for more. Katra could feel her pussy lips stretch tight as he forced his way in deeper.  Her juices ran down her thighs as his teeth sank deeper into her skin, mounting, rutting, fucking her.  But she was a tight string, so wound and ready to pop, but she was waiting. She knew what was coming.  She could feel the Beast cock stop as he would pull out and rut back into her stretched body, start. Stop.  Start.  Stop. His knot.  Her pussy creamed, soaked the beasts cock and with one final hard push, his knot forced its way in.  Screaming in pain and pleasure, Katra came in a blinding rush, her orgasm spilling down her tunnel, coating his cock his creamy juices as he pulled out and then rutted in again, his knot tearing her in half.  Her pussy felt like a flower being forced open.  Her moans mixed with heavy grunts with every hard thrust, and she could feel the head of his cock at her cervix, pushing its way farther and farther in.   “Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes” she pleaded incoherently, her mind struck dumb as it fucked her, knowing that when he came it would be in a thick rush of come straight to her womb, spilling into her and filling her until her belly was full and swollen.  Lifting her ass more, Katrs moved her arms under her stomach, wanting to feel it, her finger tips pressed against her hot skin and she moaned, her second orgasm rocking her, hot liquid splashed onto her thighs as she squirted, so hot and wet, as she felt his cock push her belly outward.  Her fingers gripped her belly as the beast fucked into her, she could caress his head, feeling it protrude in her abdomen.   The Loup Garou tore his teeth from her shoulder and roared load is its cock, knot stuck in her tight pussy began to come. Her body shuddered as she felt it. She felt the hot, thick roped of come coat her womb.  She felt his veins contract and his knot grow impossibly large as he became stuck inside of her until he was done.  Minute after minute passed as his cock convulsed in her body.  Her belly grew and distended under her hands as his load never stopped pumping.  Finally with one last long howl the beast pulled his cock out and she felt the last hot spurts coat her back, it dripped from her ravaged cunt.  Flipping over she looked down at her distended belly, milky white skin mimicked the moons shape now, full, large and round, fucked full of cum. Looking up at the beast she smiled and patted her belly. “Now I know you are here, I’m never leaving. I’m yours to fuck nightly until you kill me, or until I become so full you start coming in my ass and mouth my Monster, my Beast.” Laying her head down, she listened to the Loup Garou snuffle and lay next to her and together they drifted off to sleep.

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This is my other, other blog. A prelude to a story I have in mind. I hope you enjoy. This has TRIGGER WARNINGS

Imagine tying me to your bed. I'm on my belly. You've secured me wrists above my head, far enough that my shoulders strain. My legs are bound also, you've taken care to tie them tight enough that I ca need my knees slightly, only enough that when I do, it forces my ass to lift.

I'm at your complete mercy.

You've already gone through the process of kidnapping me, taking me from my home, blindfolding me and finally gagging me. Now I'm at your complete mercy.

Tears run down my face as I plead behind my gag, but my pleas turn into sobs as I hear the shutter of pictures being taken, followed by the press of a button.

"You'll look so beautiful on the internet baby. I promise everyone will see what good rape meat you. I might even rent you out." You say as you climb behind me. Your heavy cock tapping my raised ass as I try to break free. Tears spill down my face, my hiccups gag me behind the ball that's set against my teeth.

"I know baby. I know you're excited as much as me. What should I fuck first for your fans? Huh? This wet pussy or this tight ass?"

I pull at my restraints in terror and I hear you chuckle. "Your ass it is:

I scream as you ram your cock in my pussy first, the first intrusion, your too thick cock spreading me open, then you pull out.

"It's ok baby, I had to lube up. I know you want it in your ass more"

My arms flail as you spread my cheeks. Your cock pressing against the tight hole. Pain spears my body at the intrusion, my muscles tightening around your heavy cock, the tight ring pushing against you.

"Fuck baby. You're so tight. I knew you'd be perfect. Always taunting me, the way you'd look at me. Your ass begging to be claimed. " you grunt as you pull out then spear me again. My lungs burn from screaming as you thrust your hips deep, forcing a grunt from me as you push deeper into my ass. Your cock is tearing me apart. I can't fathom this. I never wanted this. Did I? To be taken and raped by you? No. No. I didn't.

Your hands grip my hair, yanking my head back and the blindfold slips down. My face looks back at me on a large TV, your handsome face looking at your cock fuck me.

"Fuck baby imma come" I hear you whisper and your movement become jerky, I whimper as I feel your thick load spurt into my ass, filling me but you don't stop. You fuck me until your fully spent.

"Look baby. You already have people paying me to come over and use you like a good fuck doll. I knew you'd be a good girl. I just knew it."

Your cock slides out of my ass, your cum leaking down to my pussy. I watch on the TV as you come around, leaning down you fix my blindfold then kiss my forehead.

"The first guy will be here in a few minutes baby. Rest so you can be a good fuck toy for him, after all, he is paying me for it.

[denofbloodandlove]

I would like to say thank you to everyone that has recently followed me or the ones that have liked and shared my writing. It's truly humbling to know that you guys enjoy it.

Sneak peeks into what's coming: a new installment from Araya and the Royals, but with a twist and new characters. JJ will be having his own story. Loup Garou will be showing his knots. And a r@pe play will be coming.

They are all trying to yell at me at once so their stories are muddling together right now. So I have bits and peices of each one.

Two of the ideas have come from a 'fan and follower' and I really don't want to disappoint. Not sure if he/she/they/them would want me to out their tag so I will let them remain in my messages.

If you have ideas you'd like to see please let me know via anon, or ask or message. I'd love to try to bring your idea to life.

And thank you again so much

[denofbloodandlove]

First Timer

Mandi looked at the store like some giant looming beast that she had to battle, never had she been to a sex shop and for good reason. The moment she even thought about sex her face flamed with heat, she was technically embarrassed.  Not because of the act of sex, but because of what she enjoyed watching.  Being only 21 and still a stupid virgin she had, one night, fell down a rabbit hole of aliens, tentacles, and ovipositors.  They only person in the whole world that knew was her best friend JJ, who was as gay and happy as a bag of sunshine and rainbows but also the biggest slut that Mandi knew.   He was the reason they were here at a place called OtherWorlds, a boutique for the weird and unusual.  But according to the website that JJ found, totally normal for people like her.  People who enjoyed the idea of monsters, suckers and knots filling up their bodies. JJ had wanted Mandi to be herself so, like a great best friend searched the world wide web and found this little nugget.  Forced her in the car and drove the three hours it took to show up.   “For fucks sake Mandi, walk in, it’s a sex shop not a fucking scorpion.  Which, by the by, I think they have dildos that resemble the tail.  Lets go!” JJ pushed Mandi over the curb and straight at the door.  The tiny bell jingled as the door opened and Mandi stood frozen at the sight.  JJ however ran right in and began looking. “Come on Mandi! It’s time you experiment!” He giggled as he held up a huge wiggly horse cock.  Covering her face with her hands, Mandi shuffled her way towards JJ.  “Would you stop that!” She whispered as JJ started to flick his wrist, making the soft cock go round in circles.  “I think I need one of these for me girlie!  Man this would feel great shoved in my ass!.” JJ exclaimed as a worker made their over with a grin on her face.   “First time huh?  We can always tell, either too shy or too excited. How can I help you guys? Looking for anything in particular?”   Mandi began to shake her head, but JJ being who he was cut her off.  “Yes, she needs tentacles.  Ovipositors with the eggs that come with.  A medium to large probably since she is……unused shall I say.”  “Oh gods above JJ, really?! Tell everyone that I’ve never had sex why don’t you, jeez.” Mandi buried her face in her hands as JJ laughed, but the woman just smiled and took hold of Mandi.  “I have the perfect stuff, come on.  Most people come in here like this, first timers, shy because of what they like but its no biggie.”  As Mandi followed the lady she looked on the walls.  Dildos of massive sizes were displayed, some had giant heads with long thin bodies while some were reversed, had a slender head but a massive shaft. Some were so large it looked like it would split her in half.  Gulping down what she knew was excitement she kept walking.  How could she be excited about her feeling like she would be getting cut in two?  Another section housed more horse cocks, small ones, medium, massive ones that looked like when fully inserted it could reach her throat.  Near the horse cocks, were wolves.  These too were in various sizes but they had knots as the bases.  Some had multiple knots throughout the shaft, going from regular at the head, knot, shaft, bigger knot, shaft, and even bigger knot.  Wouldn’t a person get stuck on that?   How would her cunt feel so stretched out that she would literally be stuck on a cock. Mandi felt sweat trickle down her back at the thought.   “You know I can tell what you’re thinking buy the looks on your face, you don’t hide your facial expressions well.  My name is Nimmie, and yes the wolf cocks do feel amazing stuck inside of you.  Too big to slide out but to big to push further in.  Your pussy trapped on an immovable object, trust me, its worth it. Worth the pain. The dragon cocks are much the same without the knots.”  Nimmie pointed towards a display case that housed a pleothra of muticolored dildos.  Some were short and fat while others had what looked like scales in different layers to add a whole new feeling as it pushed against the walls of a pussy or ass. “But these are what you’re after. Yes?” Mandi looked over her shoulder as Nimmie pointed to a blue/black wall.  Her mouth popped open as she saw so many different kinds of tentacle dildos. S-curved that ended in a point, short stubby ones that had a bulbous head, each one had different sized suckers on it, mimicking a real octopus.   “But, I think your friend mentioned ovis, you’re more interested in the eggs and the feeling of them inside you, right?  I’ve used one, fuck it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.  But that was our old stock we got some brand new ones no one has ever tried.  They look amazing.  Here.” Nimmie reached down and under a self, pulling out what looked like long slender tube with a short flat head on top.  It was a dark mossy green that faded into yellow at the tip.  Reading the package her eyes widened at the size.  Nearly nine inches in length  and at the widest nearly two inches at the base.  But what intrigued her more was the carton that was attached to the underside of the plastic container that held the cock.  “Its eggs! Look! Turn in over, each one is in their own cum, to give you that real effect.  So what you do, theres twelve by the way.  So what you do is you have to place the cock on the floor and through the opening at the tip of the cock, you just insert the eggs, push them all down and have your fun. As you fuck it, see the little button, you push that and the didlo will start to undulate and push the eggs into you, all that cum and eggs filling your cunt up.  When you’re done, pop off and push the eggs out, and repeat as many times as you want.  The cum, its some kind of new material that doesn’t wash away, like an egg sack thing. I dunno, but I can’t wait to try it myself..” Mandi turned the package over looking it over and listening to Nimmie talk about it.  Fuck, but she was wet just imagining it.  She had watched a porn with this woman who had something similar. The eggs had fallen out of her swollen cunt, falling to the ground in pleasurable ‘plops’.  She wondered if they would sound the same falling out of her.  And could she take all twelve at once? Mandi ran her hands over the eggs, thinking about where she could place it and fuck it. That was the moment JJ ran up to her, his arms filled with lube and cocks.  “Get me outta here girlie before I go broke.  You found something?” Nodding her head, she hid the ovi behind her and together they walked to the register.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “I know you got that egg thing girlie, call me after and tell me ALL about it! I for one am going shove these beautiful things up my ass.”  JJ kissed Mandi on each cheek and left her standing at her door with the black bag in her hand.  Excitement rode her.  Mandi could feel her slick cunt, needy and ready to take in her first dildo.  The apex of her thighs felt heavy with need yet hollow.  It was like a low ache, one that was almost painful right behind her entrance.  She could almost feel her own heartbeat in her pussy, each thump of her heart knocking at her tight entrance.  Placing her phone down, she hit record and then began to undress.  Throwing off her clothes, she knelt on the floor and positioned herself so she could watch her body take in the cock.  Once everything was lined up correctly, she opened the plastic package with trembling fingers.  The cock itself was soft and malleable, but at the thick base she could feel beads that would rotate upwards, she figured those were how the eggs would get pushed up and into her pussy.  Next she opened the eggs.  Sighing, Mandi reverently grabbed the first one.  Nimmie was right, it felt as if the egg was encased in the same slime like substance a chicken egg was surrounded by.  The clear like slime wiggled between her fingers as it slipped from her grip into palm after palm, her hands rotating to constantly catch it.  Biting her bottom lip, Mandi held it to her face and it roll against her cheek.  It felt so warm, almost as if the crate it was in kept them a certain temperature. Before she could think better of it, Mandi popped it into her mouth.  The gel like casing rolled on her tongue and nearly down her throat.  But the taste.  It was like an aphrodisiac straight to her pussy.  Juices flowed and coated her thighs as she leaned her head back and moaned, rolling the egg on her tongue and nearly down her throat. Gagging she coughed the egg up and into her hand.  She’d definitely  have to practice more on how to hold that in her mouth, maybe with the cock fucking her throat too.  Mandi fingered the cocks opening and watched as the egg slide down and into the tube where the other 11 quickly followed.   Taking a deep breath, Mandi ran her fingers through her swollen pussy, her clit was so enlarged it hurt, her fingers rubbed hard on her clit, eliciting a long low moan from her throat, then she squatted over the cock.  Her back was against a wall and with wide eyes she watched herself slowly get impaled on the camera of her phone.   Her tight pussy pushed against the head of the cock, opening her pushing against her maiden head.  She watched in fascination as her cunt spread, allowing a foreign object to be inserted, thankfully the cock wasn’t giant at the tip, but she could feel the resistance of her flesh, pushing back, not wanting anything to push past her barrier.  Her thighs burned as she lifted herself up slightly then fell back down a second time. This round pushed hard the cock breaking though and she let out a painful moan as the cock stretched her new flesh, up and down she moves, deeper and deeper her squats came as she fucked herself down nearly to the two inch base. Her pussy ached, burned as it stretched and tears welled in her eyes. It was too big!   But she thought about those wolf cocks and getting stuck, widening her stance Mandi leaned back and placed her hands on the floor and moved her hips.  Her pussy made sucking sounds as the cock moved in and out, deeper until she screamed in pain, fuck she wanted to get stuck, wanted this foreign cock with its eggs to seal her pussy as the eggs pumped into her.     Tears gathered in her eyes as she moved her legs farther out, her knees hit the floor with a sharp thud and she sat, forcing her pussy to sit down all the way on the cock.  Looking into her phone, she could see the skin stretched, her cunt swollen and red, her clit hard and ready for the slightest of touches to send her over the edge.  Taking a deep breath, Mandi lifted one leg and felt her way around the base, finding that button Nimmie talked about.  Pushing it down, the beads that sat at the base of the cock began to vibrate, rotate around and up.  Her cunt tightened its grip and her body jerked as she rotated her hips.  Fuck she could feel the eggs rising with the undulations of the beads.

“Fuck. Fuck, Fuck!” Mandi panted as her hand left the floor and slapped at her swollen clit in tandem.  She felt the first egg explode from the cock and straight into her, she could feel it right against her cervix, followed by another, then another.  Her hand slapped harder at her clit and as she moved she looked down at her flat belly, she watched as her skin moved, pushed out by the eggs filling her.

Her orgasm took root and she flung her head back and screamed.  Pressure like never before built low in her belly as she came.  Her hand never stopped slapping and rubbing her clit until it was too much and she lifted off the cock, her pussy releasing all her cum and juices in one great spasm.  She watched in awe as she squirted, the eggs falling out of her one by one with a wet slimy pop. One after another she watched as she forced her pussy to push the remaining eggs out, each one slowly falling to the floor.  Her pussy pulsed and her body trembled with aftershocks of the best fucking orgasm ever!

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“I’m telling you JJ I think I lost one! I have eleven eggs nit twelve! What happens if one is still inside me? What am I going to do? Go to the doctor and say hey doc by the way I fucked an alien dong, had its fake eggs shoved inside of me and now I lost one.  Can you look in my cunt and tell me what you see?”

JJ just laughed, “It probably rolled under something so stop freaking out! But look we need to go back to that store, cause girl I done used all that lube and those dildos! I’m so gaped I could fit my fist in there!” Shaking her head, she finished her conversation with JJ, thinking that he was probably right.  The eggs had come out at first so fast that she lost one.  Had to be.

That night Mandi lay curled on her side, her thoughts on sleep, her mind drifting off into nothingness, she felt a soft, wet squelch come from between her thighs.  Moaning in her sleep, her body thrashed about, wetness soaked her pussy and sheets as her legs spread by some unseen force.  Through her sleep, pain had her eyes flip open and she screamed as e cunt stretched.  Her knees bent and she rose on her elbows as she looked down her body.  One long thick tentacle slide from her cunt.  It was the same hues as the dildo, it slid from her pussy and onto her thigh, the rings of the suction cups molding to her flesh. Scrambling away, her body spasmed as the tentacle stayed stuck inside of her womb, the one long tentacle slithered off her thigh and moved up, the tip pushing through the slit of her wet core. The pointed tip flicked her clit hard enough to shock Mandi into pure pleasure.

“Ohmagod its real.  Oh fuuuck its real.” Her voice went from a high-pitched scared cadence to a low, pleasurable moan.  This is what she had fantasized about the first time she watched that damn porn.  Her fantasy becoming a reality.  The alien inside of her wiggled growing thicker, spreading her sunt much like the dildo did, stretching her to the point of pain, sealing tight.  The tip of the tentacle slide back and forth on her clit, the suction cups moving languidly over her clit, sucking and releasing each time with each suction cup.  The thick base shoved deep in her began to slither in and out, fucking her until she could no longer stand it, her orgasm tore through her body.  Her body bowed off the bed, every muscle seized in pleasure and her cum flowed from her pussy in great rushes around the tentacle. Her breathing labored she lifted her head to watch the tentacle move and slither back into her cunt, her lower belly becoming slightly pooched out where it rested in her womb.  

Would the other eleven eggs be the same? If they stayed in her would they hatch too?  How many could she keep inside of her at once?  She wanted to fond out.  Would it be like that porn?  A tentacle for every hole? Her mouth, ass and pussy all having one at the same time? Her pussy pulsed as her cum leaked from her open slit.  There was only one way to find out.  Jumping out of bed, she found the ovipositor, and began to pop the remaining eggs into the cock.  Her belly wiggled in anticipation as she positioned her phone once more, then sank low on the cock, hoping that the other eleven eggs would too take root inside of her womb.  

[denofbloodandlove]

Stardust

(completely G-Rated, just a story I had written years ago and never shared.  Enjoy)  Millions of years have passed since Elan was birthed from the Ether.  From a time before there was any concept of the term.  She was birthed when there was no meaning of days, weeks or months, before the seconds ticked away the space of a single minute.  Hours did not pass; there was no understanding of a moment in time.

She began as nothingness in the Ether, a vast mass of inky dark sky that began to move.  The Universe began to speak, divulging all of its secrets and glory. Screaming its wonder in massive whirling circles, twisting and expanding upon itself.  The space expanded and contracted forming a canvas of colors, breathing a life, growing in size it drank in the dust of the Ether.  These clouds swirled and flipped.  Lightening flashed through the forming colors, highlighting blues, purples, greens; reds vibrated and slinked through the black, oranges and yellows mixed creating a new veil with in the Universe.

A great vortex broke through the colors rampaging against one another.  They tilted and bent and resisted the light that flashed through the new inky world. This whirlpool of painted sky inhaled one deep breath, as if the fabric of space needed it to survive.  All the color drained, sucked into this breath leaving a silence that was so deafening God spoke.  In one engorges exhale, the creation, Elan, came into being.  

Born fully formed, Elan flowed with hair the color of the darkest raven.   It curled in great bounding waves towards her legs, the ends shaping around the globes of her buttocks.   Her eyes were the color of fire, they sparkled like gems reds, oranges and white seemed to flicker through her gaze. Her skin was kissed by both light and dark. She glowed with an unnatural beauty that made her body glimmer as if she was bathed in a light so pure that it breathed life wherever she traversed. Her skin, like a seeming body if its own, made things grow and flourish, but when she left, they withered as if the things she gave life to would die from the loss of such warmth.  

As Elan traveled across the nothingness of her world, she began to create.   Stars would burst free from their long dead and shrunken cocoons, giving the bleak a burst of light.  The blackness began to become dotted with millions of beautiful twinkling lifeforms, all paying homage to creation, to her life.  Each star she named, moved, and loved as if they came directly from her womb.  The first Star was the brightest and vowed to burn only for her until the day she herself died.  With this vowed she placed it high in the heavens so she could see the glimmer of its life from any area in the universe, and named it Sirius.   Elan formed the others into shapes, each begging her with their shimmering voices and twinkling eyes.  Beings in their own right, begging to be loved and cherished as Sirius glowed his light upon her.  

But some grew too eager in their plight for assiduity, burning so brightly for her gaze they lost themselves.  Burning and wasting their fuel on diligence.  Alighting the sky so she would see them first before any others, however, she loved them all equally and did not rush her ministrations.  Some just simply turned against her, returning to their black cocoons to be born again when she laid her delicate fingers against the thickened leathery casing.  Her fingers would caress the shell until the star shivered and burst free to burn again.

Others would grow in size until they could no longer hold their own bodies.  Their energy for attention and love would be too much to hold inside their beautiful and powerful selves and before long they would explode.   The life inside them would rush forth, tearing them apart in so many ways that it would create a cataclysmic reaction.  The very colors that Elan was borne form would rush through the sky.   Heat and fire mixed, imploding onto itself and changing the cool and subdued coldness of their hearts.   The stars soul, and all that it is, would create its very own painting, adding to her universe.  Creating as she created, making new things from nothing, filling her world with breathtaking orbs, and universes within universes. Galaxies she said, and thus galaxies existed.  

In these galaxies the dust and casings of the dead formed planets and spaces, she watched as things grew and died.  Elan became disgusted and delighted in how the once living things struggled to survive, but always failed, how the things that once loved her presence begged for a reprieve from the pain of her never staying close.  For millennia she traveled the heavens, gazing out at the silky blackness, caressing the blinding stars, feeling the heat in her hand then watching them fall.   But there was a pull of sadness, as she floated from one heaven to another.   A sense of something she could not quite name, pulling at her. She began to wander aimlessly through the stars. Letting them swirl around her, colors exploding all around her, creating her spheres, new suns and moons. Creating new life as she watched on in a stillness she could not understand.

Elan floated through the galaxies she helped create, her orange eyes viewing everything as she moved from stars and planets. Into swirling vortexes of beauty, until she spotted a long line of dark floating orbs, nine floating orbs that were dusted in twilight, each begging for her touch, a touch that would bring them to life.  The smallest and farthest from the heat of the giant scorching sun, Elan touched it first. Her fingers caressing its barren land, immediately making a silver mist erupt and flow over its surface, its life force making the planet come alive under her love.  Her lips kissed the surface and her warm breath whispered its name. Pluto.  

Elan turns and stares at the next dark spherical mass awaiting her.  It shimmers as she stared, her breathing coming out in slow, long breaths. Gust after gust of life giving air she exhales and inhales, as if she was gasping for the very life within her lungs.  Each gust touching the surface of the orb, making it vibrate with her life. With her creation.  She breathed slowly until the whole mass was covered in a wind that swirled around and around.  Her emotions cycle through her psyche, crystalline tears form in her sunburst eyes.  Her fear bought great shimmering tears rolling down her shining cheeks mixing with her cold breath, turning the dark mass into a vibrant shade of blue.  Her head snakes slowly from side to side as she blows her life force onto the surface, its name a whisper on her wind and tears of her sadness. ‘You will be Neptune’, Elan whispered through her sorrow and love.

Elated with her work she moved onto the next. That longing that she did not understand at first dissipating as she traversed from Pluto and Neptune now onto the next.   Her long gossamer gown gently touched the dried dirt and instantly it came alive.  Gas began to flow as if it was made from her gown.  It flowed from her to surround this seventh planet, the color leaching from her gown to the planet giving the circling orb the hue of a light blue. Her fingers swirled through the gas as her excitement coursed through her body and she knew what she would name it.   “Uranus my joy, you are Uranus.”

Next her eyes roamed to the nearest grey sphere. Her hands began to turn in circles around one another, one had over the other.  Over and over she twirled her hands creating a small cyclone of rings between her hands.  These rings gathered the particles and debris from the air around them, growing larger and larger in size until her hands could no longer hold the energy together.   Her lungs expand as Elan breathes in and exhale, pushing the rings onto the sphere.  They grow and move, sucking in larger rocks and dust.  They rotate and envelope the orb, circling the rings around the planet.  Her fingers glide through the rings, slowing them down as they make the planet come to life adding her love to this one, Saturn.

Floating through the space Elans arms began to sway back and forth, her fingers wiggling making stars begin to open and burn brightly for her care as she moved towards the next stone.  Her red lips move into a smile as she snakes her arms around this orb, her skin presses into the deep.  The color of her body leaching from her and into the sphere, creams, whites, browns, ambers and beiges encircle the planet.  Great stripes flow free from her luminous body and surround the planet.  Her raven hair flows from an unseen wind, splitting the colors, leaving a long pattern to coat the new birth of Jupiter.  Her hair flows in waves, making an endless sea of colors revolving forever. A continuing twirl of beauty until the day she dies.

Elans gaze moves towards the next.  Her head tilts as her eyes search for the life within her.  The life she wishes to give away into this force.  But she wishes to change the way she creates with this one.  Instead of love, she will give it her wrath.    Her fingers touch the soft ground, each digit digging into the murky soft tissue of the orb.  Her eyes glow with fire as she pushes her life into the middle.   Great valleys and mountains form, rocks break away and tumble as emptiness takes over.  Her wrath is great as it creates. Ridges and peaks, flowing together forming giant spires, that suddenly break apart.  Huge masses crash into the soft ground making red clouds spring forth to coat the planet.   Giant eddies form, pushing the red hint from her eyes into the clouds, coating everything in the color of her wrath. Pulling her fingers from the form, she looks at the red mass.  Mars she names it before moving on.

Elans emotions where a whirl inside of her body, so many at once tumbling inside her form, mixing together to form a cacophony of feelings running rampage through her veins.  She felt everything, she knew all and nothing.  Her red eyes filled with sadness and wrath gaze about her, wondering if this loneliness she felt would last within her form.   She floated there, near the nearest dark orb, but her eye sight stared at another.  The next one, its turning mass staring back at her and she could feel the anger rise in her.  Anger so profound that she could feel the fire of her soul burning into the planet, her fury and hatred rolled over the planet in waves.  These waves became alit with the fire in her eyes, rolling over and setting a great burning fore over the entirety of its surface. “You will burn brighter than any other with my fury, and shall be deemed Venus.”  Her voice was low and insidious as she named the newly made orb.  Her power so great with the naming, it blasted from her body into Venus and the last awaiting sphere. Her power and anger hit the planet with such force; it denied the globe a succulent life.  Instead alighted the life with in, but kept it dark.   It was dark as the loneliness within her beating heart, “My dark Mercury.  You are the being that shows the darkness within my breast.”

Elans eyes rove toward the planet she floats before. Her eyes slit as her brain works through the volley of emotions.  Emotions that she does not understand yet but knows what they are.  Envy, anger, disgust, hatred, sadness run rampant against joy, trust, and kindness and above all: Love. She loved her creations and this last one; she would put every part of her being into it.    Elans hands touched the cold and hard terrain of the planet.  She already knew what the name would be.  Her lips touched the surface, a soft kiss making the ground shudder and tremble, opening to her love and fear.  A great crevice opened, allowing her to enter.  Her body seeped into the ground, melting into the core.  She would become the planet, Earth.  And Earth would become her.

All of her emotions tumbled from her body. Her mouth opened as a long high pitched scream erupted making the ground rupture and peak.  Her hatred flowed like lava, coating the Earth with her fury, hot and red it turned everything into hatred.  A hatred that was cooled with her sadness that flowed and covered the entirety of the orb, her envy dried up her sadness, creating a vast dry land that her breath blew across.  Her heart broke from pain as it beat in her breast.  Each beat made the land rumble and grow creating mountains with massive peaks that grew into the heavens.  Her tears flowed, forming seas, rivers and waterfalls.  Her love created life that soon dies from her sadness only to be recreated again and again.  Her joy grew into giant trees with blossoming things she named flowers, birthed from the colors of her own creation so long ago.  Deeper she dug herself into the Earth; she sank so low into the ground she became Earth.  “Mother” She whispered into the animals that began to crawl, walk and fly.  Each thing showing her their love by songs they sung or the color they shown, in honor of Mother, in her.

Century after century she stayed within the heart, her own beating vibrantly against her chest as her child grew and died, the dust of the dead returning to her to become one again.  Her emotions were a current stream of life that gave as well as took.  But soon, like the things she created, her eyes became heavy.  Her limbs tired from holding the great roots of her life. Her heart slowed its beating.  The power in her veins became sluggish as she grew more tired each day.  She thought about all that she had done. The stellar beauties she lent hand to create.  Knowing she could leave them all to be.  She fell into a deep sleep and awaited the day for her fiery eyes to open once more.

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Gender neutral ovi anon~ OH MY GOD 😍😍😍 Crissssssss good lord. The imagery,,, the stretching,,, I love the way you do oviposition? I know you're new to it but there's this,,, sadistically hedonistic quality to yours-- like, pain and wrongness mixed with this dreamlike, heavy, cloudy sort of indulgence that I really, really appreciate (it's so hottttt) Also! When I said gender-neutral I 100% imagined they/them pronouns but the non-pronoun approach you had (especially using 'the hole' instead of 'his/her/their hole' for example) was so interesting & creative,,, impersonal, almost... dehumanising? But like, in a sexy way. I hope this makes sense, just know that uhhhh thanks for the gender neutral stuff and I think your writing voice is cool!! Keep up the good work <3 - 🦋 (if you do emoji anons) (if not I can come up with a name)

Oh my goodness!!!!! Thank you so very much. I was super worried I wouldn't do right by you! So much so I hand wrote the story first then typed it. I'm so very happy you approve! And the way, you as the reader described it. *chefs kiss* I love your insight. And the emoji is perfect

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The Chosen

This is from an anon request.  This was actually hard for me to write since I dropped all pronouns.  The gender neutral aspect was the main focus that surrounded the story. The reader can decide if Cris should be male/female or some androgynous figure.  I hope you enjoy.

They first landed on Earth in the year known as 2095. Now simply noted as the Barren Times.  Barren because the human population had dwindled. War, murder, disease, famine; mankind had all but killed themselves.  They were killing themselves.  That was until They arrived, giants in their own rights, they dwarfed humans.  Their words were guttural, primitive, wild.  As were their bodies. Neither male nor female; they just were.  Humankind, beings as they were fought, lashed out and declined even more.  Humans brought war and destroyed themselves down to mere thousands.  Scorched their Earth.  

Powerless and declined in numbers the few remaining surrendered to the aliens.  It took mere months for the last remaining residents of Earth to be over-powered; taken and soon changed.  Used. Bred.  The century changed and ushered in a new way of being, a new century of humans.  

-2195-

Cris waited in the que to begin a new life; a new chapter.  Cris had finally matured, gotten to the right age for Passage.  That’s what They called it ‘Passage’.  Once a human matured, they entered the lines to learn where they would be placed.  Cris fingered the device that sat nestled against the ear.  They all had one; given to them at birth.  The cold metal device was melded to the skull the minute they came out of the birth canal.  The was for the Aliens, now named Elohim, meaning God.  They were Cris’ gods, everyones.  They gave and they took, the delegated.  They were law.

Cris tapped the device once, turning it on the Elohims presence.  When the gods spoke, they listen.  But they were not taking to Cris yet.  Only to the other humans.  The Passage was a place where humans waited to be processed, tagged, and sent away.  

“Ager” The translator whispered into Cris’ brain, detailing the new life on the one at the que next.  The fields were the lands, Ager, these lands lay south where fresh fruits of the new Earth were harvested by hand, not machines.

“Bayit” or house meant slaughter. Not of the human species, they were too valuable for meat.  But the houses were for the remaining animals of Barren, Cows, horses, giraffes, elephants; creatures that survived and thanks to Elohims survived, expanded and slaughtered for meat.  

“Laborem” Resource were labs to find and discover old minerals, life, water, anything left behind from the Barren. Most humans were resources now and because of that, the Earth thrived.  

Elohims spoke, humans obeyed; Earth thrived. The gods took and humans gave. That was the role, they way.  

“Bahar”.  Chosen.  This one word, spoken into the crowd, silenced every being in the que for Passage and all eyes turned to Cris.  Chatter died down as Cris was recognized as The Chosen, as the one meant to be one with Elohim.  Theirs until death.  No human really knew what it was, but they knew that the Bahar were taken away. Never to work in the Ager or Bayit, never to be a laborem.  

The device in Cris’ ear spoke: “Chosen follow your god”.  Cris immediately obeys, head held high, but eyes cast down as Cris’ body moves.  Energy thrums through skin as humans fall away, replaced by halls.  Cris is being taken into Bayith – the heart of house.

The walls are black but Elohim sigils glow, sparkling reds and purples, greens, and blues. They grow brighter as Cris passes, then dull with every step.  The sigils lightening the way for the Chosen.  

“Strip, lay” The god says, and Cris removes the garment- a loose brown/yellow garment that hid the human body, laying on the soft white cushion, Cris eyes dart around.  A soft voice in Cris’ ears tell Cris to move limbs; legs spread and arms out and above the head.  Cris’ legs spread widely, opening the unused body of a freshly matured human. Lifting arms Cris lay them above the head, forcing the lower spine to arch off the cushion.

“The Chosen will accept the gifts.  The Chosen will be restrained, cleaned, trained, and then gifted, The Chosen will take and give back until death.  The Chosen will begin the New Passage.”  Cris listened and watched.  Three glimmering straps lifted themselves from under the cushion.  One above the head wrapped itself around the wrists and hands, the other two wrapped around the calves down to ankles, then feet, ensuring no movement is allowed.  

Cris eyes closed as droplets of liquid beat against the exposed skin, burning away any dirt or macrobacteria that tainted the body.  When the liquid ceases, a thick fog descends, drying clean skin, leaving the body covered in goose-flesh.  Everything feels swollen, plumped as the fog shifts, as if the fog is its own entity. Cris’ nipples stiffen to hard peaks. The skin is over-sensitized, so much so a brush from the fog sends Cris moaning loudly.  

The flesh between the thighs feels engorged and what Cris can only imagine as ready.  The translator chimes again: “The Chosen is to be trained, prepared.  The Chosen will accept the preparation.  Despite any protestations, The Chosen will accept. The Elohim has Chosen.  Preparation begins.”

The fog that lingered is sucked from the room quickly.  Leaving behind a sweet smell, Cris feels heavy.  The heart that beats in Cris’ chest flutters, anxiety and anticipation mix in an aphrodisiac like cocktail. Cris’ hands move, grinding against one another as a pressure builds within the core.  Cris body seems to explode within itself with a need that is foreign.  Moisture and juices pool at the apex of Cris thighs. Lungs fill rapidly with air as desire pumps through every vein.  A low moan escapes, a protest at the emptiness that Cris suddenly feels.

A whirring interrupts Cris heavily desire filled brain, and like the straps, a new device lifts from beneath the white cushion.  It is long, large, and cylindrical.  Along the sides are tiny circles, each long column of circles is bisected by a deep line. The cylindrical tube opens slowly like a flower, each petal rising outward, revealing a thick liquid deep inside, then the tube closes and moves.  The robotic arm rotating and adjusting itself to be level with the untouched flesh between Cris’ legs.   The liquid that Cris had glimpsed begins to ooze from the multitude of tiny circles and at the opening at the tip, then it thrust inside of Cris virgin flesh.

Cris’ body reacts instantly in pain, the spine arches off the cushion and limbs fight for control against the constricting restraints.  The large device pulls back then plummets in again.  Cris’ hole is suddenly stretched wide as the thick tube pushes deeper. The circles abrading tender flesh. The ooze coats Cris’ body, allowing the device to slide deeper, spreading and stretching in agonizing and pleasurable pain. Faster the machine pumps in and out, getting deeper with every mechanical pump.   Cris screams and moans mix with the mechanical whirring of the back-and-forth motion. As the machine pumps into Cris’ belly a new pain within erupts.  The tube begins to open inside Cris, each segment moving, rasping against the insides of Cris body. Moving organs, stretching, and filling.  Cris eyes widen as the skin on the belly undulates, Cris can see the thing inside move as it opens and pushes then pulls back as it fucks the body, then a thick rush of liquid fills every crevice of Cris’ abdomen.

“The Chosen will now be gifted.” The translator whispers, The tube inside Cris abdomen closes, like a flower closing for the night and pulls free from the used hole, that same slime like liquid drips out of Cris body, splattering on the floor in thick globs.  As the machine disappears under the cushion a side door opens, allowing a giant figure into the room.  Cris’ body is on fire, eyes widen as the hulking creature makes its entrance. The Elohim stands between Cris’ legs. Its upper body is massive, thick. Its head is connected simply to the body, no neck supports the head just thick muscles.  Its lower body has hundreds of thick tentacles, each one with hundreds of tiny crude suckers all circular in shape.  The larger suckers start at the base, near the body and taper off into smaller, thicker ones towards the end.  Low guttural sounds fill the air as Elohim speaks.  

“The Chosen will bare the gift, taken and bred until death.”  The Elohim lifts its thickest tentacle that lay directly in the middle of its body and rams it into Cris prepped and abused body.  Cris body surges forward as a grunt is forced out of lungs, the tentacle stretched the hole it pumps into.  Wider and wider until the thick base is pumping inside of Cris’s belly.  The belly expands with every heavy thrust, up and down it moves.  Cris screams and pants are cut off by another tentacle that fills the mouth.  Forcing its way down the throat; Cris can feel the tiny circles; suckers oozing slime on the tongue; making the passage down the throat easier.  The tentacle stretches the jaw wide, pushing and pulling, fucking the mouth then the tight muscles of the throat.  Cris gurgles as the thick slime coats the lips and drips down Cris face.  The hole between Cris legs is gaped wide and painful as the tentacle pulls out then rushes back in.  This movement happens over and over, leaving Cris’ body unable to fully adjust.  Thick globes of slime rushes out of Cris’ body then gets pushed back in as the appendage forces its way back in.

Cris’ body is ravaged for hours, gaped, swollen, abused, organs moved and pushed to allow its girth inside Cris’s body cavity.  The tentacle down the throat stops and begins to pump thick knots down the throat.   The tentacle inside Cris’ body and like the machine begins to split open, widening and stretching skin.  Giant knots begin to move intermittently down the thick appendage, bursting through to fill Cris body one after the other, widening the cavity.  Dumping thick coagulated sperm right inside of Cris body.  With one final thrust; one giant clot like knot pumps into Cris sealing the gaping hole.  The two tentacles slide out of Cris.  The one in the mouth leaving a trail of thick slimy cum sliding down Cris’ face.

“The Chosen has been gifted.  The Chosen will rest, fed and Elohim will gift again.”

The Elohim leaves, the air is heavy with the scent of wet flesh, cum and blood.  The straps that bound Cris lift, allowing movement to limb.  Cris adjusts the body around the giant bulge that is now Cris belly. The movements are restricted and tight as Cris tries to curl on the side, one hand flutters and rests on the cum filled belly, eyes close and Cris drifts off to a deep sleep privy only to The chosen.