Chapter 1: The Capture
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A cold wind swept over the tundra of Kaldir, chilling to the bone. For miles nothing could be seen but the vast expanse of glaciers and cliffs. However, Matriarch Vorazun knew better. This was one of the many planets her mother had traveled when finding a place where the Nerazim could be safe, where they could be safe from the prying eyes of the Conclave.
The young Nerazim leader crouched before a cliff, gripping her scythe, looking past the expanse of land for signs of her people’s passing so long ago. The wind blew at her beautiful purple and gold robes that clung to her body, accentuating her strength, grace, and thin frame. Many people, from the Nerazim she led to her own friends, even her beloved Artanis, whom she fell in love with and promised she would marry and live a happy life with, were concerned that she chose to take this journey by herself. But she had told them that she needed to enlighten herself, to see what her mother had been, to be a leader her people needed. Everyone, especially Artanis, respected her wish to go alone.
However, no one would know just how big of a mistake that would turn out to be, especially for her.
She stood up before beginning her trek down, unaware of the eyes of someone, something, watching her from beyond her sight.
Braxus had been both many things and nothing at the same time. On the one hand, he had been a descendant of the Haargol Pack, the dominant pack in the land. He had killed many in his hunts and desired to keep his pack safe. However, in his pride, he had made the mistake of trying to become alpha male, the one who would bed and breed with Linsaxx, matriarch of the pack. He had failed to best the previous male, having been banished and chased away from his home.
Now he was nothing, a male without a pack, without a family, without a mate. He had no way to continue his blood, to breed strong offspring.
He had wandered the dunes of the Skarlagg tundra for so long, barely sustaining himself, barely alive. He was so weary, so lonely.
But now, after seeing the strange alien from beyond the stars, one of the might Protoss, who had conquered the stars and sailed between them, standing alone, away from any of its kind, he had to see it. Maybe if he could conquer or kill it he could prove his strength to his pack and be let back in.
After careful observation, he could make out that this one was female, different from the others that were there before. She smelled different, in a good way. He could see her purple robes, how they clung to her slender frame. He saw her wonderous eyes, shining green and pulsating with life and power. He had no way of knowing for sure, but he was confident she was one of the most beautiful of her kind. She had to be a princess or queen, with how fancy her purple-and-gold clothes were against her body.
The Protoss had always been strangely fascinating. So small, yet powerful enough to kill many of the packs in the land. Surely they would be strong, worthy opponents.
An idea formed in his head. Maybe there was another way to conquer this one, a way that didn’t result in either of their deaths. It was common knowledge that Ursadons were the primary animal across the land. It wasn’t this way merely because they were stronger, though they were. They were also capable of breeding with other animals, so long as they could hold their young. Their seed took the favorable traits of the mothers, but kept everything about Ursadons the same, making them evolve, become better, stronger, smarter.
Knowing this, perhaps if he could conquer a mighty Protoss, one who had conquered the stars, and make her his mate, they could breed the strongest Ursadons in Kaldir’s history. And maybe he could satisfy his aching loneliness in the process. Maybe he could finally bed a queen, a Matriarch, and he could be her one and only mate.
He smiled to himself as he followed her, waiting for her to trap herself. Only then would he have a chance to capture his prey, his future mate.
The wind continued to howl as Vorazun made her way, stalking across the land. She traveled for hours on foot. To most Protoss the climate would’ve been uncomfortable. For her it barely felt like anything. Sure, the freezes made her Void powers incredibly weak to the point of unreliable, but her skills were not solely reliant on them. She had confidence she could stave off whatever wildlife could threaten her. Besides, the wilderness looked nice. It was so peaceful and calm, serene and untouched. No wonder her mother had considered staying here.
Finally, she came across a tall spire embedded in a cliffside. To most it looked like a normal rock. However, she knew it was Nerazim in make, a sign that her mother had traveled here.
She pressed a hand to the rock, feeling the faint pulse of Void energy coursing through it. Yes, she thought, mother had been here before.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when a small pebble clattered to the ground behind her. She turned her head sharply, removing her hand from the obelisk, gripping her Void Scythe in her hands. Whoever thought they could sneak up on her, daughter of the first Matriarch of the Nerazim, would sorely pay for their mistake.
A flash of white and grey flashed towards her from the edge of her vision, and she dodged away effortlessly. It slammed into the wall behind her as she rolled.
She skirted away, turning to face her attacker. It was an Ursadon, one of the many dominant beasts that lurked on this planet. It stood tall, at least a foot or two taller than her. Shaking its head as it recovered from its missed leap, it faced her, its shining blue eyes looking into hers with hunger.
This thing is nothing before me, she thought with confidence, crouching into a defensive stance, ready to bob and weave around it, striking and fading, just as all Nerazim were taught.
The Ursadon lunged again and she danced away, staying just out of the way of its long reach. She lunged forward to attack, her blades making to decapitate the creature. It surprised her by dodging the same way as her, skirting back. Rebounding on its hind legs, it lashed at her, scratching and even penetrating through her energy shields.
She jumped back before it could do any more damage. I need to be careful, she thought. With her shields down, it would only take one or two good swipes to cleave through her. She couldn’t let it stop her, not when her journey had only just begun.
Thinking of a way to best it quickly, she sprang from the ground, leaping high into the air. She had planned on swiping right through the beast, using her Void Dash to strike him down in one fell swoop.
But that proved to be a mistake. She felt her power leave her in that instant, her body suspended in the air, an easy target for his attack. He swiped up, knocking her out of the air. She slammed to the ground, her weapon falling out of her hands. The female Protoss landed on her back, feeling the snow and ice press against her shoulders and severed nerve cords.
She groaned as she pushed herself up, noticing the Ursadon had partially torn through her robe. The claws didn’t break skin, but there were noticeable holes and rips in it. She would have to change out of it into a fresh set when she got back to her ship.
She weakly turned over, attempting to crawl over to her weapon. However, that’s when the creature jumped onto her. Instead of attacking her, killing her, it landed on top of her, trapping her body under its. She tried squeezing her way through the gaps, reaching for her weapon. However, one of its hands landed on top of her arm, pinning it in place, not enough to crush her limb, but enough to immobilize her. She tried desperately to reach her weapon with her free arm, but it was still out of reach.
Suddenly, she felt more cold than expected crawl up her spine. She looked down. With its other hand, the beast had hiked up the lower part of her robe and then subsequently pulled down her pants, leaving her butt and vagina exposed to the elements. Though it was often said that Protoss had no orifices, this wasn’t strictly-speaking true. They did possess anuses and reproductive organs, penises for men and vaginas for women. They were not so far from animals that they didn’t have to excrete waste, no matter how little it was, and they were not so far along that they could reproduce without the transfer of genes from one person to another.
Her eyes widened as she saw, to her astonishment, a penis emerge from beneath the fur in the gap between its hind legs. It was larger than she expected. Not super long, but it was pretty thick, at least as thick as her forearm.
And it was hard, a small sheen of precum coming out of its tip.
She suddenly realized what it was doing. For some reason, it wanted to stick its erect member into her, to mate with her.
That fact alone caused her hearts to race in alarm and she began to thrash against it, trying to wiggle her trapped arm out from under its massive hand. It was a futile gesture, but she wouldn’t let it, him, claim her. She would fight with every ounce of strength, all of the will in her being.
The female Protoss felt its hand hold her by the waist, keeping her lower body still, keeping her robes out of the way of its member. Gods, it was much stronger than she was anticipating. She couldn’t budge. She had to think of a way out. She had to-
Her thoughts were violently interrupted as a slick mound of flesh lightly rubbed against her pussy lips. The sensation sent shivers down her spine. Vorazun didn’t need to look back to know what it was doing, feeling the head of its member caress her entrance gently, like a lover.
No! she screamed. This can’t be happening! Only Artanis is supposed to be making me feel this way!
Still, there was no denying that the creature was teasing her, sending small waves of pleasure across her body. They weren’t enough to make her completely lose control, but they were beginning to jumble her thoughts.
Vorazun tried pressing her legs together, closing the area and stopping its sexual advance in its track. In response, it’s free hand pulled her legs apart before trapping them beneath it’s own. She felt her butt cheeks and pussy widen, a perfect target for it’s growing erection.
It was then that she felt pressure against that same region, felt it going between her pussy lips. Looking back, she saw that it was starting to force it’s dick down her vagina. But it was too big! Too thick!
Her head jerked forward as she tried lunging for her weapon again, desperate to stop its violation of her, to stop it from taking the virginity she had promised only Artanis would claim. But it was useless. She felt her pussy lips expand as the head of the member shoved its way past, opening her up farther than she’d ever opened up before. She could feel its head start to slide past her walls, jolts of pleasure and pain, like lightning, wash over her body. Her groin ached as it felt like the Ursadon was trying to split her in half, stretching her to her limit.
But there was also undeniable pleasure with it as well. She felt more filled than she ever had before, and there was something amazing about that feeling, like euphoria.
She felt the head slide in, opening up her vaginal walls to allow more of its length inside of her. Its hips pulled back slightly, its dick coming with it. She felt the pressure lighten slightly, though she could still feel the very tip still barely inside of her.
It motioned its hips forward slowly, pushing its length slightly farther than before. Vorazun’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as she tried, and failed, to fight against the pleasure that was slowly overcoming her.
It pushed its length further into her slowly, the pain turning into a dull ache at worst. However, like it had known she wouldn’t be able to take it all in one go, it let off the pressure every now and then, giving her just enough time to clear her head before jolting slightly more into her, going slightly deeper with every thrust.
After what had felt like hours, but couldn’t have possibly been more than a few minutes, she could feel the tip finally penetrate the deepest part of her, into her inner walls and, finally, her womb. She weakly looked back just to see that it had successfully buried its member into her at the hilt.
It seemed impossible, but it was the perfect length, even if it was still too thick for her body.
The Ursadon pulled its hips back, relieving a bit of the pressure on her aching walls. The relief was short-lived, for it thrusted forward once again. Vorazun groaned as she felt its balled smack lightly against her strong, supple butt cheeks. Gods, how did this thing have the skill to take things slowly, intimately, romantically?
It pulled back again before, just like last time, it slammed its length into her. She heard a wet slap as it started rocking against her. It clearly wanted to get her excited before it climaxed.
And it was working.
She involuntarily hummed as she felt it start to increase its tempo, thrusting in and out slightly more quickly with every iteration. And it was building her up to climax as well. She could feel it throughout her body.
The hips continued to gyrate faster, wet slaps starting to become almost a beat as it made her feel good. She had no idea how, but it was somehow pleasuring her, trying to convince her that this wasn’t rape, but mating, sex, intimate connection between just the two of them.
She felt her body heighten with each thrust, the waves of pleasure crashing down upon her like constant tidal waves. At this point she’d almost forgotten why she was fighting in the first place.
Almost.
Shooting her eyes open, she made one last dash for her weapon, forcing her ass away from its hips, its dick sliding cleanly out of her. Unfortunately, just like her, it did not seem to have lost its senses so much as to not suspect she would try to escape again. Its grip tightened around her hips, halting her progress once more. It pulled her back and pushed her down, her breasts pushing against the cold, snowy ground, her ass and pussy hanging high in the air for it in a clear jack-o-pose.
It was almost too easy for it at that point. With a single, powerful thrust, it’s member slid all the way into her, past her pussy lips, past her walls, penetrating into her inner walls and into her womb.
The Ursadon let out a cry as it released into her, unable to hold back its climax. She came a split second later, her back arching as her walls clamped around its length, climaxing as her body held on to him. She felt her body betray her as her vagina continued to hold on, sucking up every last bit of its seed, painting her womb white.
It was such a beautiful feeling, so euphoric, so intoxicating, that she immediately wanted to feel it again.
And again did she feel it. Clearly not satisfied with its work, it thrusted against her again, bringing her pleasure up as high as the last time, before climaxing into her again. Her body accepted its wondrous gift, drinking in his seed with unbridled thirst and untold desire.
They rutted against each other like animals, with Vorazun not even trying to resist any further. In fact, when it pulled back, she had tried to keep her hips with it, keep its length inside of her. She wanted it’s cock. No, she needed it.
The coupling lasted for hours, so much rutting and thrusting that, by the time they were both spent, the sun had begun to dip.
With one last cry in unison, they climaxed together in an impossible cacophony of ecstasy and pleasure. The fire of passion died then, both of them panting in exertion. This was far more draining than either them had experienced, from any battle or skirmish they had partaken in. He released her arm, standing up and sliding out of her, its dick retreating into its fur once more. Exhausted, she merely slumped forward, no longer even able to lift herself.
She turned her head weakly as she saw the Ursadon come to her side, sniffing her. Warm air blew in her face, but she remained largely unmoving, her green eyes shining up at, both tired but also anticipating that it would have sex with her again.
That anticipation proved to be unfounded. Instead of having its way with her, it scooped her limp body up in one hand before slinging her over its shoulder. Turning, it began trotting away from their site of union, carrying its bride, its mate, to its lair.
Vorazun closed her eyes as she snuggled into the creature’s fur, uncaring that it was taking her away from her weapon, and the original reason she was on this frozen rock. It had claimed her. And, for once, she was somehow okay with that.
Chapter 2: Seduction
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Vorazun awoke several hours later, shooting up from her resting position. She blinked as she tried to get her bearings. She was laying among a pile of furs, a primitive but snuggly bed. Around her were bones littered across the ground, all of them picked clean. It seemed like an ominous sign to her. Further out, she could see that she was in a cave, stalactites and stalagmites gleaming from both water and minerals.
She looked down at herself, having finally noticed the holes and tears in her beautiful, elegant Matriarch robes. However, more pressingly, she had found them crumpled, like they had been pushed up. She smelled something on her, something that clearly wasn’t her own body fluid. She reached down, pulling up her skirt and pushing down her pants slightly as she reached down to her private parts. She touched something sticky and wet. Pulling it out from under her, she could see the milky white substance that had coated her pussy lips on her fingers.
Flashes of memory came out, more like a nightmare than an actual memory. She remembered being pinned to the ground by a white-furred beast, keeping her trapped with one hand while the other pushed her clothes over her hips, leaving everything below her hips naked and vulnerable, exposing her vagina to him and allowing him unrestricted access into her. She remembered its length, too thick for her, forcing its way into her. She remembered losing control, giving into the pleasure as it penetrated and rode her. It had made her toes curl, her back arch, her mind scream for more of its cock. It had climaxed into her and her body accepted it, even though its seed was incompatible with her. They had had sex for hours before it stopped and picked her up, bringing her here.
She lifted her purple skirt. Her eyes drifted down as the paler, lighter skin of her pussy throbbed, her lips bigger than when she had first arrived on the planet. It came in me, she realized.
No sooner had the revelation struck her that she heard movement in her peripherals. Pulling up her pants, dropping her robe, and turning her head, she saw the Ursadon, the same one that had claimed her, emerge from around one of the cave walls. It trotted to her on all fours, moving to her like a large white gorilla.
What have you done to me? she thought angrily, standing up to face it.
You let me in, a voice answered, one that didn’t belong to her.
Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the creature stare at her, an intelligence in its big blue eyes she hadn’t seen before staring back. Did this thing just speak to her?
How can you hear my thoughts? she questioned.
You’re not thinking to yourself, it told her, you are actually talking to me, connecting directly with my mind.
But how? she continued to ask. Why am I not shutting you out?
Maybe it’s because we coupled, it suggested. Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Do you not remember how we joined as one out there? Vorazun nodded. Well, initially you resisted well, hell-bent on taking my head off. I managed to best you, of course, stopping you from resisting my advances. I brought us together, pushing aside your false-skin, your clothes, so that we could be joined. And I seem to recall that you enjoyed it.
Her cheeks turned purple in embarrassment. You forced me to feel the way I did.
The creature shook its head. I cannot alter the mind of those I mate with. Everything you felt came from you. I simply helped you realize your true feelings, that you wanted someone like me, that you wanted a male to dominate you.
He snorted. It must be quite pathetic if none of the males of your kind were able to couple someone as strong and beautiful as you.
That’s not true! she protested, furious that this uncivilized beast was insulting Artanis directly to her face. I have someone waiting for me back home!
The Ursadon male chuckled. If that were true, he wouldn’t have let you come here alone, without his protection.
He respected my wishes, she glared at the animal, unafraid of it even though she was without her weapon.
Then he is weak and foolish, the Ursadon retorted, clearly undeserving of someone as graceful and beautiful as you.
And you think you are? she questioned, venom still lacing her voice. This creature had no right to ridicule her Hierarch, her lover.
I know I am, he told her confidently. Out here, on the plains, only the strong survive. Your kind are strong enough to sail the stars. I figure I deserve a mate with that kind of strength.
I don’t want you, though, she said. I want my true love, my actual mate.
Are you sure? he questioned.
She stared deeply into his eyes, his blue orbs suddenly becoming hypnotic. She found her tension, her frustration and anger at him, dissipate as he stared into his enchanting eyes.
Maybe he’s right, she thought to herself. If Artanis was truly strong, he would’ve followed me, made sure I was safe, made sure I didn’t get dominated by another man-
Her eyes widened as she heard her own thoughts. She loved him because he had saved her people, saved them all. He treated her like she someone special, more than just ‘the Matriarch’s daughter’. He made her feel special. He was gentle, he was kind, he was handsome-
He is unworthy of me, her first train of thought came back. Yes, he was strong, kind, and gentle, but he didn’t have the gumption to tell her that going alone was a bad idea. He didn’t make sure she was safe, like a soulmate should.
But this Ursadon, this man, did. And perhaps that was more than enough.
No, she finally relented, her shoulders sagging in defeat.
That’s what I thought, he smirked. You are my mate now, and I will do my damnedest to make sure you know that.
Slowly, he approached her, his silhouette coming to tower over her. Unlike last time, however, she wasn’t wary or angry at him. Instead, she gave him a warm, welcoming look, inviting, loving, a far cry from her defiance mere seconds ago.
He is so majestic, she thought, so handsome. I deserve him.
He took a tentative step forward and he could see the ripple of muscle underneath his fur, his strong, toned body. She didn’t know it, but his musk and seed, which were rippling inside of her, was affecting her thoughts towards him. She should be feeling disgust at how he was sauntering towards her seductively, sexually. But the musk and seed was making her think otherwise. That was how Ursadons found and kept females from other species. And she was falling for him just like all of the others.
What is your name? she asked when he was close enough, bringing her hand up to caress his jaw, her nails smoothing his fur.
Braxus, he told her breathlessly, taken away by her beauty. Sure, she was smaller than female Ursadons, but the Protoss had a grace and beauty to them even his own kind couldn’t match.
Braxus, she repeated. What a strong, powerful name.
She took a step back, slowly reaching for the hydralisk skull that was still attached to her shoulder.
What is your name? Braxus asked in return, eager to know the name of his mate, the one who would both satisfy him and eventually bear his children.
Vorazun, she answered smoothly. Matriarch of the Nerazim.
Nerazim? he asked. Your pack?
She nodded. A thought came up to him, one he took glee in. She was a Matriarch, meaning she was leader of her star-wandering pack. How strange that he would claim the alpha female of another pack, one who had somehow been unclaimed by any other male. He somehow knew that he was her first mate.
And would be her last if he could help it.
He smiled as he thought about the revelation again. He really had chosen his partner well.
Slowly, she unclasped the skull on her shoulder with one hand, slowly and gently placing it on the floor next to them, away from the fur bed. She turned slowly as he watched her. She reached up to her shoulders, slow and seductive with her movements. Unclasping two of the small capes around her chest and back, they fell to the floor silently. The female Protoss reached further up, grasping the shoulders of her robes, her dress. She stared lovingly into his eyes, a passion in her that was not there before. She pushed the straps off her shoulders, letting her tattered violet dress slink smoothly off her body, sliding past her arms, over her breasts, and off her hips. They fell harmlessly to the floor, pooling at her feet. She brushed it off to the side, not letting it get in the way between her and her mate, unlike their first coupling.
Vorazun unclasped the vambraces around her forearms, letting them fall heavily to the floor. She kicked them to the slowly-growing pile of clothes off to the side.
Now all that was left were her pants and shoes, though they were more like sandals. Vorazun reached down, grasping the hem of her pants around her waist, before pushing them down, exposing her pussy to him once again. She then went for her shoes, unclasped them from her feet, pushing them to be with her other discarded garments. She would keep her rings, as those would be the easiest to lose. She did, however, remove the thin tiara on her head, placing off to the side where it wouldn’t get lost. She may have been content with starting this new life with Braxus, but she didn’t want to forget parts of her past life that she knew she would never get back if they were lost.
Finally, she reached up to the veil that had covered her face, unclasping it and letting it fall to the ground.
Now she was completely bare before him, vulnerable yet eager and ready to show her devotion to him.
He strode close to her, pushing her down onto the bed. She complied willingly, spreading her legs wide for him, inviting him to claim her once more, this time wanting him back.
Braxus breathed out as he brought his face close to her, nuzzling her cheek with his own. His lips pressed down on her face where she should’ve had them. Being Protoss, she didn’t have a mouth to kiss, but that didn’t mean her kind didn’t have an equivalent sign of affection. She let out a gentle psionic pulse and it touched his soul. That was far better than a normal kiss. Vorazun was truly full of surprises.
She looked down as she saw his rod emerge once more from between his legs, glistening with want and desire just like before. This time she didn’t look upon it with horror. Quite the opposite, in fact. Now she looked at it with glee, a thirst for something she didn’t know she was missing until now.
Her back landed against the furs as her mate straddled her, ready to be mounted by this glorious specimen of a man.
Just like before, he teased her with the tip, brushing against her swollen pussy lips. He was lucky she was a Protoss, for they could recover from injury remarkably fast. It was rare to find one with so much as a sprain, and this usually dissipated within a week.
Most females would not be ready to deal with large cock like his so soon. Most females were not Protoss. And none were like her.
She wrapped her hands around his large shoulders, caressing and gripping Braxus’s white fur. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist, though it was wide enough that she could only barely hook her feet together on the other side. Still, she wasn’t worried. She knew her mate would take care of her, treat her like the queen she was always meant to be.
He dropped to his knees, his forearms resting against either side of her. He caressed her cheek with a finger, brushing the cut nerve cords the same one would do with hair. She shivered ecstatically, the sexual tension becoming unbearable.
Vorazun felt, more than saw, his penis slide into her folds and, just like the first time, a strong initial wave of joy washed over her body. She closed her eyes as she pulled him into her, wanting to feel his warm body envelop her, to feel him inside of her. It brought more joy than anything else in her life ever had.
Her naked chest pressed against his, feeling the ripple of muscle even through the fur. Her arms and legs gripped tightly to him, holding on as he continued to slide into her with aching slowness, savoring her body as it tensed and squirmed.
He stopped as he got half of his length into her. Feeling him stop, she opened her eyes, staring up at him. She cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering why he had stopped pleasuring his mate. Braxus pushed himself up, his hands framing her body instead. His eyes drifted over her face, seeing the shining emerald eyes, pale grey-and-orchid skin, and tendrils of shortened nerve cords that made up her head.
His eyes went down, tracing her smooth neck, her bare shoulders, and down to her breasts. They were smaller than that of humans, but Protoss did not need to feed their children with milk; there was no point. Protoss lived off of sunlight, water, and a bit of minerals here and there. Still, females had breasts, even if they had a smaller volume ratio compared to humans, likely a leftover from evolution.
Still, that did not stop his mouth from watering. He dipped his head down, sniffing at the mounds of flesh protruding from her chest. Vorazun felt goosebumps as his breath wafted against her. He stuck his tongue out, licking one of them by the nipple. A greater wave of goosebumps passed over her chest and she let out a gasp.
Seeing that he was having an effect on her, he opened his mouth slightly. Pursing his lips, he enveloped on of them, sucking on it.
The Nerazim female gasped as a whole new sensation overcame her, one just as new and just as great as the last several she had experienced with him. Her back arched as she pushed her breast into his mouth, letting him suck on it like a human child would a lollipop. Braxus continued to lap at her nipple with his tongue, making her wetter and more excited with every lap. Eventually, he withdrew his lips from her breast.
Vorazun let out a mewl as the sensation faded from her. Her complaining was cut short when the male Ursadon began doing the same thing to her other breast, lapping and sucking on it. The Matriarch’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, thumping against the furs that were the equivalent of a pillow.
She shuddered and gasped as he continued his menstruations with his mouth. Gods, this is heaven, she thought. The best part about it was that only Braxus could’ve pulled off something like this, someone with a mouth. No matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise, Artanis would never be able to do this. Protoss had no mouths, so they could do no oral foreplay.
Eventually, like before, he eventually withdrew his mouth from her breast. He stared down at her, licking saliva from his lips. She couldn’t blame him. He had gone at them for quite a while, her breasts now feeling sore.
He looked down at her lovingly, wanting to capture the frame of this otherworldly beauty in his arms. He would cherish this moment forever. He hoped she would too.
Bringing himself back down to his forearms, he brought his head next to her, nuzzling into her shoulder. She nuzzled him back, gripping him tightly with all four of her limbs.
She was ready for him.
He entered her once again, his head sliding past her pussy lips more easily than the first time. She grasped him as he pushed his throbbing cock through her lower body, further into her loins. Her body continued to make juices, coating his member and making it easier for the rest of his length to slide in.
When it finally got to the point where it was truly touching her insides, just outside of the entrance to her womb, he began slowly thrusting his hips against hers. Sure, sex was purely meant for procreation, but one had to have the skill to rile up their partner so that they would accept one’s seed. And even if the seed didn’t take hold, at least it would be pleasurable for the both of them.
His hips moved back and forth, picking up her lower body as her legs continued to latch on to his lower torso. He slammed her ass repeatedly into the ground, not enough to hurt, but enough to generate additional excitement from her.
The cave was filled with wet slapping noises, both from her ass hitting the furs and his balls slamming into her entrance, hilting his length fully every time. She continued to hold on to him desperately, her mind filling with nothing but ecstasy and joy, hot, wondrous pleasure consuming her entire being. If this was what her life with Braxus would largely consist of, she had no complaints. In fact, she was eager for the entire journey, one that would undoubtedly last for the rest of her life, however many centuries that would be.
The tension continued to rise as he kept thrusting into her, feeling her powerful legs latch on to him, urging him to keep going, to give his mate, his queen, his Matriarch, pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, his seed, and so much more, things beyond description.
She had felt Braxus’s penis penetrate her womb several times, still not climaxing, still not ejaculating into her. Vorazun didn’t know about him, but she was close. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold for.
Finally, after what had to have been several hours, he threw his head back, howling into the air as he released his load into her.
And she was ready. At nearly the same time, she arched her back, crying out with her mind and lungs as she pushed against his crotch with all of her might, pushing his length into her as far as it could feasibly go, before her vaginal walls clamped tightly around his thick, muscular organ.
Wet, hot semen shot out of his penis, coating her womb with his seed. He did this several more times, each time filling her more and more. And each time she climaxed, releasing eggs for his seed to inhabit. Due to having ejaculated into her once before, his chimeric seed was able to imprint a familiarity into her body automatically, tricking her eggs and womb into thinking it was Protoss semen.
She didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to deprive her of this ultimate euphoria. It was too good to simply let go.
Inevitably, though, their bodies could only go on for so long before they were truly drained. The thrusting slowed as they felt their energy leave their bodies, now simply going on reflex. Eventually even that stopped. Both of their legs felt very wobbly. Vorazun unwound herself from his torso, dropping to the pile of furs to rest. Braxus moved himself off of her, plopping down to lay next to her, his chest heaving from extertion.
The male Ursadon turned his head to his mate, noticing the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Clearly she was as spent as he was.
That was incredible, she finally said, her voice still in utter disbelief that an uncivilized animal like him could give her so much pleasure.
It was, he agreed, looking down to stare into her eyes. She turned her head, their gazes locking.
For several minutes neither said anything, simply content to catch their breath and stare at each other in quiet fascination. This was somehow far better than he imagined it would be. She was no Ursadon, but she had strength and fortitude to match even the greatest of Matriarchs. Maybe he was feeling xenophilic, or was just purely lovestruck, but she was also more beautiful than any of the other females he had seen, in his former pack or otherwise.
How are you feeling? Braxus asked her with concern.
Tired, she answered honestly. A bit sore, but nothing I won’t live through.
Well, I better hope you live through this, he chuckled. I’d hate to go through all of this with you just for you to be killed by my length.
She laughed at the ridiculousness of the notion. Trust me, Vorazun assured him, resting a hand against his chest, I have no intention of dying anytime soon. You make me feel whole.
They stared into each other’s eyes. Blue and green. Male and female. Outcast and Matriarch. Untamed beast and civilized star-walker. Ursadon and Protoss. It was the most unlikely of couples, on two completely opposite sides of the spectrum in just about every single way. Hell, even their reproductive methods were complete opposite. Ursadon birthed their young live. Protoss carried them in eggs, eggs that were still carried like mammalian babies, but eggs nonetheless.
But it would work so long as Braxus’s seed and pheromones did their job. With Vorazun, this Protoss woman, this Nerazim Matriarch, he really had hit the jackpot. He’d hate to lose her in an unfortunate accident, or to another male that was less worthy than him. He would need to make sure to hide her from her former lover, lest he somehow snatch her away from him. He couldn’t let that happen.
He closed his eyes, beginning to drift off to sleep.
Braxus, Vorazun called out to him.
His eyes opened blearily, staring down at her in all of her naked glory. Yes? he asked.
We’re not done yet, she told him firmly.
He scrunched his eyebrow in confusion. What do you mean by that?
We still have to continue round two, she told him, a hungry spark still in her eyes.
Braxus opened his eyes in astonishment. This was something he clearly wasn’t expecting.
However, that didn’t mean it wasn’t unwelcome.
Very well, my love, he grinned, moving to take his position over her once more.
If this was what he had to look forward to from her, then he was going to live a very happy life. They both were.
AGoodName (Guest) on Chapter 2 Wed 13 Nov 2024 08:58PM UTC
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