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There’s something soft and hot in his mouth. Wei Ying makes a noise of protest at the heaviness on his tongue because it clearly doesn’t belong there, realizing faintly that he also can’t breathe.
Everything’s a blur and he thinks it’s a dream—a very hazy one at that—and when he tries to move his head backwards and escape from whatever’s in his mouth, a reflex makes him swallow. The unwanted appendage retreats just a little and tickles the roof of his mouth, as if rewarding him with a small break.
It’s nowhere near enough to continue breathing. Wei Ying tries to open his mouth more, but instead of air or anything he actually wants, something hot and wet spurts on his tongue and then the thing pushes deeper. Wei Ying gags, aware of the wetness dribbling out at the corner of his mouth. It makes his eyes water and now he understands why his whole face is wet and his body feels hot all over.
No, stop, he thinks, but moans when his hips buck and tighten around the other intrusion at his behind.
It’s like he’s floating in the void with sparks of heat and waves of weird, conflicting pleasure. He has no idea where he is, what this is, what he is, it has to be a dream, what is going on? The drowsiness pulls him down like his mind weighs a ton but at the same time it’s like his body is weightless, and he realizes he can’t even open his eyes. He’s too tired, stripped from all of his strength.
The thing drags back and forth against his tongue, coated by a sticky layer of something salty and viscous. He once again tries to resist it, but only weak sounds make it out of him. They echo in his ears along with the rush of flowing blood. His skin is sensitive, every touch heightened by the lack of sight.
His limbs don’t work, his whole body feels like it’s numb to the point he can’t move a finger—ah, maybe he’s being held down?—and yet it’s not painful, it’s only the thing in his mouth and in his ass, and his whole lower body is surrounded by a comfortable warmth that fools him into thinking it’s safe, wherever he is.
It’s definitely not safe. It tingles. Feels ticklish, even, and his cock is hard, he notes absently.
As if he was being pitied for his state, the appendage retreats just a little and Wei Ying finally manages to swallow properly and gasp for air. His reward for swallowing so well is an abrupt hot pulse of more wetness and something round that lands on his tongue.
It’s a ball, very slippery and soft, jelly-like, and the smooth texture and small weight of it makes him want to bite down on it, but before he can consider it, it gets pushed deeper until he has to stop resisting. The appendage—or tentacle—rubs the inner wall of his cheek, and Wei Ying swallows everything like a baby being encouraged to suckle because there’s no other option.
It goes down surprisingly smoothly for its size. It’s tight in his throat, but as a response, the tentacle twitches inside his mouth and gives him another. It’s easier when Wei Ying gives into the urge to suck on the tip and swallow whatever it gives him, which is mainly the liquid to help it all go down.
Soon it’s in his throat and chest and belly, going down and down and down until he doesn’t feel it anymore. Until he’s comfortably filled, sated—fed. And then the other one.
There’s something holding his head, he realizes, and it caresses his scalp gently, like telling to do the same thing again. Wei Ying gives into the natural instinct to suck and he drinks like a thirsty man without understanding what even makes him do it, his hips moving on their own while something below pushes in deeper, making his thighs twitch.
When he swallows the other ball, a hot set of waves rises inside his groin. The tightening of his muscles makes him experience the rush of a quick high and then a release, and finally he lets go of his consciousness. He tires himself out with something he just barely recognizes to be an orgasm.
—
All around him are the uneven shapes of weird, dark gray cave walls. There’s a light blue glow coming from below which dances on the ceiling, as well as a foreign kind of heaviness inside him.
His body, naked but warm, his limbs, weak and powerless. As his eyes slowly unblur themselves, he takes in the dim surroundings and realizes his mouth is full of unwanted sticky shit. It doesn’t taste bad—it’s just the texture that’s odd, a lot thicker than his own saliva. He has to turn to his side to spit everything out.
His hole is slimy too, as is everything between his legs. Disgusting, is his very first thought, and he wonders what the hell happened.
He coughs a few times to clear his airways. As he gets his energy back bit by bit, he raises his hand to wipe his lips. To his unsurprise, he finds out that his hand is covered in slime too. Now his face is messed up too.
“What the fuck,” he rasps out, his voice raw and very unlike his, stickiness all over his lips. He notices that he’s not wearing his suit or helmet, or the communicator he always makes sure to keep on his wrist. They must have been taken from him. Even his boots and socks are gone. He looks down at himself, head dizzy, trying to figure out his position in this very unnatural place and finds his legs covered in the same sticky slime.
He’s laying down next to a pool of a bright neon blue. A trail of white follows his legs, right into the pool, as if he was pulled out of it recently. He tries to sit up. His belly is very swollen, uncharacteristically so. Something inside him definitely moves as he shifts, and an odd sense of horror creeps up his spine. His legs are glued together, and when he tries to open them, there are sticky trails everywhere. His small, soft cock is covered in it, almost as if he doesn’t have one at all.
When he shifts the weight on top of his ass, he rediscovers just how wet everything between his legs is. Even at his behind he feels uncomfortably slick. His balance falters when his ass slips further forward than he means to, and he decides to turn on his side.
It’s very obvious. There is no other possibility than something having been inside him. It's terrifying to think that. What if it comes out, bursting through his ribcage, whatever it is? “What the fuck,” he says again as nothing else will bring out the confusion better, and he notices his voice being a little bit clearer this time, but still it stays pitiful and small. Croggy. He's very worried about his own condition. Nothing he’s experiencing makes sense. The planet he’s on wasn’t meant to have anything dangerous on it.
He takes a deep breath.
Okay, he’s alone. Only his small whines echo back to him when he attempts to get up, but that’s a good thing. It means there’s no one else in the cave with him, currently. He’s alive and awake and he has to focus on the thing that matters. He has to get out of there, he has to figure things out. It’s what he’s good at, and the adrenaline that wakes his body up properly makes him desperate to survive. Just stay calm, stay calm, it’s not the first time something bad happens to him on a solo flight to a newly found planet—ah.
The memories flood back to him. The tumble of the rough landing, the comfort of his tight space uniform, the bright red forest and the incredibly, vividly blue sky...and then nothing. Maybe he hit his head or something, but now he’s definitely in a cave with blue, glowing pools of slime. Since he has been brought inside, there has to be a way out. Nothing here looks man made, so it has to be some sort of life form who made this cave. A life form who needs an entrance to its den.
Wei Ying’s weak, slippery hands fail to get a grip on anything. He wipes them on the spots that are not as covered in slime and uses his elbows to get on his knees. The heaviness inside him feels weird as heck and the flashes of getting suffocated in his sleep make him lose focus temporarily. He trembles. He’s been fed something, hasn’t he? He was kept here and fed something against his will, and...
“Fuck,” he grunts and bangs his fist into the ground. Mad at himself, he’ll just have to force himself to forget about it. He’ll make it back. Whatever it takes, he’ll get out of there. Ignore whatever’s going on with his body. They’ll sort everything out back at the mothership. They have a very capable crew and a very expensive medbay with the latest technology and there’s Wen Ning who’s going to put him to sleep and Wen Qing who is going to solve this and get out whatever’s inside him even if it means cutting it out—
With another change of position, he experiences an odd wave of shy flutters. The pressure in his belly makes him whimper. Even though he tries, it’s impossible to ignore. There’s just something so bizarre about it. It goes against his human instinct. This should not be happening, this cannot be good for him, his body isn’t even doing what he tells it to do. He loses his balance and scrambles for support, almost getting up, but then his arms and thighs start shaking too much and he has to rest his head against the ground. He is but a helpless man.
Faint noises come from up ahead. Soft footsteps against the slimy cave floors. No shadow, just a presence.
When Wei Ying raises his head in newfound fear, he stares right at something that is almost too exquisite to be a threat. A white creature with a very bony structure. Is it an exoskeleton? It stands before him with a long, sharp tail and in a very humanoid-like stance. When it goes down on all fours it lets out a soft huff. Even in that position it's tall, with the protruding hips and ribs moving as it takes calculated steps forwards. The odd spike-like shapes of the shoulders and kneecaps and the spine are also defined, and its face has a sort of snout shape, with sharp teeth and equally sharp looking golden eyes. It’s kind of like a dragon’s head, but still not quite. Alien, definitely. Wei Ying has never seen anything like it.
Faced with a being like that, Wei Ying swallows dryly. This creature is like, twice his size, and Wei Ying’s eyes can’t help but notice the—the very obvious cock between its legs. It’s just hanging there, loosely, and there’s a trail of sticky white on the tip that connects to the floor. Is that what the cave is covered in?
Somehow Wei Ying knows that he sucked on that.
He doesn’t know whether the thrill inside him is from denied arousal or pure terror. It might be both, and he hates himself for even thinking that. He must be under the influence of some kind of stimulant, or even a relaxant, otherwise he wouldn’t be this… this…
Oh, god.
The creature looks straight into his core. Wei Ying stays frozen in place and contemplates just diving into one of the pools, until he hears an almost inaudible purring sound. This scary but beautiful, white dragon-hybrid looking alien opens its mouth and comes closer, the purring getting more distinct somewhere at the back of its throat, and a long black tongue comes out to lick the remnants of slime from Wei Ying’s baffled face. Slowly, caringly, affectionately.
Wei Ying is stunned. He lets himself be licked, sniffed, pushed back to the ground on his back. If he acts nice, maybe it’ll help him gain the creature’s trust. “What are you doing?” he asks, heart beating madly under the touch of this magnificent being. He wants to resist, but why doesn’t he?
The alien licks his neck, chest, nipples, stomach, everything, and the tongue slides so shamelessly between the crease of his crotch and thigh, cleaning it of the slime. Against his pale skin, the tongue looks so dark. Wei Ying blushes and shivers, uncontrolled. "Hey," he tries to say, but it is left as a mere attempt. Cold air lands on his skin when the layer of slime is removed, and he distantly wishes he could still be back in that pool. It might be warmer there.
Without a warning the tongue curls around his cock and Wei Ying yelps. “Wait, no! What are you doing—” he says, panicking, and the tongue retracts. The alien looks startled, but then the look in its eyes changes into something...darker. Something serious and threatening.
It moves quicker than Wei Ying believes is possible. The tongue wraps around his cock again, a lot more decisive this time. The alien seems to insist on cleaning all of the slime, but Wei Ying whines and writhes—his cock is so sensitive, why? And he’s getting hard, why??! His hands try to tug the tongue away, but then the alien stops licking him, pushes him back down and growls as a warning.
Wei Ying’s back hits the soft ground. With his heart thumping wildly, he looks up at the white body on top of him, speechless as his eyes focus on the blue hues reflecting off of the parts where the alien's bones are protruding and glistening like they're doused in pearl highlighter. Crystal clear drool dribbles out of its mouth and lands on top of Wei Ying’s chest. That tingles when it touches his flushed skin.
The alien comes closer and growls louder now, hot breaths landing on Wei Ying.
“Please…” Wei Ying begs, but for what?
Meeting the creature’s widening mouth, seeing its sharp teeth, the way it changes posture and lowers itself down on him. When Wei Ying’s too-curious eyes glance between its legs, he notices that its cock has gotten longer, stiffer, gushing out some kind of milk, cream, perhaps its cum or something, and Wei Ying gets a vivid flashback to how it tastes. He swallows, the phantom feeling of the cock heavy on his tongue.
The alien goes silent for a moment. When Wei Ying stays still, it moves further down to nuzzle his belly. To him it looks like it’s sniffing him from different places, as if pushing its snout against the swollen bump and trying to sense what’s in there, as if it was caring for its mate, or perhaps worse, its offspring. Its...egg.
Wei Ying shivers in cold dread at the thought. Eggs. Those must have been eggs that he ate. This alien has fed him its eggs. Wei Ying’s voice shakes when he speaks, “You didn’t put something weird in me, right?” already knowing that it’s no use talking to this creature, already knowing the answer to his question. “You didn’t actually do that, did you…” Why does he try to convince himself of something else, he doesn’t know, but he gives himself a mental pat on the shoulder for trying.
Done with the assessment, the alien turns pleased. The purrs get gentler and slower in frequency for a short moment, followed by more licking, nudging Wei Ying’s legs further apart, clearly wanting to go between them.
“Wait, wait, don’t lick there, I’m not—” And the tongue dips under his balls, massaging his hole until the tip sinks inside. “Ah!” Wei Ying lets out a tiny sob when the tongue wriggles itself deeper, “Stop, no!” He only asked if it put something inside him, not to put in something more!!
The alien barely hears his pleas, just continues until Wei Ying tries to turn on his stomach and get away. For some odd reason Wei Ying doesn’t have the heart to kick or hurt the alien, lest it gets angry about him resisting—is that really the reason, he has to wonder—and actually hurts him back.
Wei Ying realizes too late that maybe he should’ve done that when his ankles get grabbed by a set of strong claws. His escape attempt is stopped when he gets pulled back with his legs spread apart, manhandled like he’s nothing. His tummy drags against the damp ground. He tries to grab something, but all he gets is a handful of slime and an aching jaw.
Quickly, the tongue is back licking at his behind. With his ass on display to the alien, Wei Ying feels a hot rush of embarrassment wash over him, knowing fully well what’s about to happen. “Not there, not there! I can’t take,” a pause and a gasp, “your eggs! I’m already so full!” He feels so ashamed, giving a name to the things inside him, his limbs trembling from fear and arousal at the same time, repeating the word eggs over and over again in his mind and remembering what it was like to swallow them, and realizing now that he liked it, and that he's about to get more of them.
The alien climbs over him, dragging its cock over his ass and rubbing its soft, droopy tip on his hole to wet it. Then as if it has a mind of its own, the cockhead wriggles itself inside the rim and pushes in, going deep, so deep that Wei Ying tenses and tightens around it, his body trying to stop it from going further. It’s like a second, muscular tongue but with a channel inside it, oozing slime that makes everything sticky and white.
Wei Ying moans against his will. It feels weirdly good and satisfying. The cock is enough to yield when needed, it’s not too hard but also not too soft. It feels like almost pure muscle, controlled by a creature much stronger than him. It screams decisiveness and power, tells him that the alien is in control and that Wei Ying is just a weak little human to be used, to be fed and kept in this cozy cave. After all it’s probably the alien’s nest—and when it draws back and starts thrusting inside slowly, it rubs his sweet spot each time, in a perfect angle that makes Wei Ying want to cry and hide his face. “Haah, fuck, please, I can’t…”
How could this be? How could he let an alien creature do that to him? How did he end up in this situation, stripped from all of his defenses and possessions, fucked with his face down and ass up, begging for the alien to stop, but doing nothing about it and just letting it happen? Where are his clothes? Where is his ship?
The alien purrs so loudly next to his ear. Clearly it’s enjoying the act, happy about having found such a fitting host for its eggs, such a receptive, warm body.
Is there anything Wei Ying can do except take it like a good, little, abducted human pet?
With each drag the alien's cock gets stiffer and stiffer. The sounds coming from behind are obscene. Everything is wet and sloppy, and now that Wei Ying has gotten more and more used to the alien’s cock, he can feel it start pulsing, filling his insides. The alien goes faster, faster and faster, until it halts.
Will Wei Ying ever be able to escape? He whines in frustration now, wanting it to pull out but also keep fucking him at the same time.
“Please, let me go…”
There’s a new stretch at his rim which doesn’t even feel that different. He is aware that something glides in and his mind works to connect the dots that it’s the eggs again, multiple small balls of white jelly, given to him like cute little gifts to keep.
“A-aah..” Wei Ying pants, not being able to comphrehend what's happening.
With a deep, satisfied growl, the alien starts fucking him again. Wei Ying’s belly swells even more. He looks down to watch it, the hypnotic sight working together with the delicious squelches he hears. His own cock bobs as he's fucked back and forth, his knees and elbows and hips bruising. Each time he tries to change position, the alien forces him back to how he was. Ass up, hole on the perfect level.
There’s movement inside him that he can see with his own eyes, which is the alien’s cock moving and pushing the eggs around. Wei Ying has no idea where they go. There’s no pain at all—he receives them like he’s just a precious hole to house them, to accept them and keep them warm, safely inside him. It could only mean he has to carry them, until...
Against all that he means to say, he just lets out a very small, “Yes…”
Delirious about his swollen tummy and the pleasure and the hot sparks, he presses on the uneven swell with his palm and whispers, “Give them to me, yes.. I will keep them safe, okay?”
His cheek drags against the slimy cave floor. As his drool mixes with the slime, the wave of an orgasm hits him like an uncontrolled tide. He goes impossibly tight, causing the alien to thrust harder and harder. Mind hazy from the constant, pleasurable onslaught, he comes with a high-pitched gasp, followed by multiple pauses to his exhale whenever his muscles tense. He releases everything in thick dribbles and fat droplets that land on the ground, his human-amount of cum almost pitiful compared to the alien’s.
The alien removes its cock slowly after. It makes a floppy sound—Wei Ying is so full and loose that he can feel some of the eggs come out already. He tries to hold them in, but he can't. As delicious shame overtakes his brain, he lets out a sob. With the smallest of movements and the tensing of his stomach as he’s rolled to his back, multiple eggs and a lot of cum oozes out of him. "No, they're coming out... Stop them," he begs, but the alien just comes up to nuzzle his temple to lick the sweat off of his forehead, as if to tell him that he did well.
Wei Ying, without thinking too much of it, lifts up his arms to caress the alien’s skin. He feels around its head and neck, longing for closeness and comfort, mumbling incoherent things as replies to its gestures. “Yeah, yeah, you did what you had to do, right? Poor old helpless me, what can I do against that.. Ah…” Its chest and neck vibrate along with the steady frequency of the purring, causing Wei Ying to relax even when he fights against it.
“I really...need to get back to...my ship…” With his eyes getting droopier and droopier, Wei Ying drifts off to a pleasant sleep, the satisfaction and the warm buzz of everything making him smile softly as he closes his eyes.
—
A naked, tall, humanoid form of an alien with long, ink black hair carries another naked man in his arms. He walks slowly through the fiery red forest, with brown and orange leaves falling around him. Under his bare feet, the vegetation scrunches, and his form sways as he walks to the crash site of a spacecraft.
—
Wei Ying wakes up with his body tied up into a very familiar chair. The seatbelts go over his chest and hips, supporting his sitting position even when his body feels like he has lost all of his energy.
“Huh?”
He blinks his eyes a couple of times against the bright sunlight reflecting off of the control panel. As his eyes try to find their focus, he feels a headache coming on, and notices the bump in his temple that throbs like hell.
“Fuck. Shit.” He massages his temple and remembers. He crash landed his ship.
He’s in his worn-out navigation seat with all of his clothes intact and still on him. Even the socks and shoes, even the communicator...but no helmet. The hatch above him is open, with the blue sky and some picturesque white clouds gliding over him slowly. The air on this planet is breathable, he remembers. The blood-red treetops sway at the edges of his view, and he doesn’t know for sure whether it’s a dream or not.