Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 05

The powerful force of pleasure emanated from his deep groin and built upwards, surging into the tip of his dick; he felt his balls pulsing, pumping their special seed hard and firing it down his shaft. Gripping her hips tightly by instinct, he bottomed out his cock and let his come loose. The first jet, a squirt of enough come to fill a small paper cup, blasted his mind with a short pulse of overriding, mammoth pleasure. He had only a second of respite before another pulse, and his balls pumped away, delivering a second, then a third, and fourth rope of semen deep inside her. His orgasm continued on and on, well beyond the normal male orgasm, pumping superhuman supplies of quarkware-modified white semen within her fertile body.

Finishing, Isaac felt exhausted, and exhilarated. He had been noticing that coming inside fertile women was very different from just coming, as he did with Nall often; it was not only more pleasurable, but a more basic, primal, and utterly satisfying experience. He knew the feeling was artificial, a product of the mind-control placed on him as part of his transformation into this Patriarch that Nall wanted him to be. He felt another sensation diminish, one he hadn't been consciously aware of; the heat that had spread throughout his body when he began to come, part of his change into the creature Nall wanted, had been at work -- increasing his muscle mass, acting on his mind and pheromones, bringing him closer to perfection for her mission. He fell down onto his ass, leaning his increased weight backward on one hand as his slick cock plopped down, going limp.

Nall came back to the bed from where she'd been sitting nearby, playing with herself. He could see she hadn't come, her pussy still dripping wetness; watching him impregnate women apparently lit her on fire, causing her body to go into sexual overdrive. He figured this was just as likely part of the process, the combination of effects that was turning them into an ideal pair of... he didn't even know what. Predators? Caretakers? Progenitors? Electra was still on all fours, her belly now growing just as expected. Eggs were taking form inside her, expanding to fill her body up to ripeness. The process didn't take very long, or at least not in the two previous incidences in his experience.

Nall guided the helpless girl, who now was finally almost as pleasure-drunk as Jessica had been, onto her back -- this time, rather than a headrest, Nall herself laid her back against the headboard and used her own nude, dark body to support Electra from behind. The contrast in their skin tones, and the defenseless and expanding Electra, her hands on her warm and growing center, supported by the dark, mysterious, and controlling Nall was alluring. The knowledge that Electra was in this state due mainly to Nall's control and influence excited him for some reason. Some part of him was deeply attracted to Nall's predatory side, he finally admitted to himself.

Electra turned to kiss Nall, their tongues dancing for a moment. Nall broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, and Electra nodded. She let Electra's body slide sideways a bit, lowering the girl's head, and exposing one of Nall's breasts. Nall herself moved so that the breast was accessible to Electra, and suddenly the breast also grew, filling with the special milk that would help Electra's body with its load of eggs. Electra sucked greedily, taking messy gulps of the white fluid. Some of it dripped down between them and soaked the bedsheets below. Isaac felt something he didn't expect -- his cock released a dab of pre-come into the hand fisting the semi-limp organ, already in the beginning of its recovery.

He knew the power that surged in him when he came also changed him and made him stronger, and he realized it probably also improved his sexual stamina and recovery time. Right now, while he felt satisfied, he knew he would also soon be able to come again if he wished -- but the raw, raging desire wouldn't return, at least for a while, unless he wanted it to. He watched Electra drain the other breast, then the pale girl's hand went back to the nipple and seemed to plead with Nall. Her belly was now quite round, looking very pregnant. Nall's breasts filled with milk again, and Electra's mouth closed wetly over a dark brown nipple, then moved to the other, draining both within minutes.

To Nall's surprise, Electra wanted even more. The pale woman continued to suck, her body becoming quite heavy and practically immobile, it was filled so large with eggs. She looked half again as pregnant as a human woman at full term, probably still able to walk but not well. The mass dwarfed her well-toned legs and arms, and even her massive breasts; it dominated her whole body. He knew her time would be soon. Nall sensed it as well when Electra suddenly stopped drinking. She had barely gotten one hand in front of Electra's pussy when the first egg popped out. It wasn't like when Jessica's egg-laying began, or even the small experience Nall had had; the egg actually popped out, moving with some force of its own and rolling a short distance on the bed. It was followed a second later by another, and another.

Nall seemed alarmed, the eggs coming much faster than she'd anticipated; she gestured to Isaac, who came over and happily assisted with moving the warm eggs as they emerged and rolled out along the sheets from Electra's slowly shrinking belly. Nall occasionally whispered things in the girl's ear and played with her breasts, stimulating Electra and keeping her on the edge. Even though he knew he shouldn't let himself be drawn into the twisted scene, despite himself Isaac's dick stiffened further and he carefully let each little grey sphere fall into his palm, the wetness of Electra's body coating each one with a sheen of slick goo. In between eggs, a flow of a gel-like substance oozed out of Electra's pussy, puddling on his bedsheet and making for an increasingly large mess. The heat of it surprised him, and for some reason he didn't mind; it seemed very natural for this to be a gooey, sticky process, it only seemed to add to the transcendent eroticism of Electra's egg-laying bliss.

Isaac didn't even bother to count the eggs, he only knew it was more than Jessica laid after he'd made love to the smaller woman who was his neighbor. Occasionally he noticed Electra looking down with heavy-lidded eyes at herself, though he wasn't sure if she actually understood what was going on. Her sight seemed to drift around, first focusing on her own belly, then the eggs she was laying, over to Isaac's stiff dick laying out flat on the bedsheet, leaking its own clear fluid into the sopping mess her body was making of his bed.

It took almost twenty minutes, but Electra's stomach gradually returned to normal, and the flow of eggs slowed and stopped. Electra's state didn't seem to lift, her mind still lost in the throes of some erotic force only she could truly understand. Nall felt around on her stomach and pressed on it, moving her hand all over the other girl's belly, feeling for any remaining eggs within. She apparently felt none, and nodded. Electra seemed very weak in her arms, still awake, but drained, yet she was left extra-sensitive from the experience. Nall shifted, coming out from behind her and inspected a few specimens from the pile of eggs on the bed, her body still sweaty and her legs slick with the goo from Electra's pregnancy. She was clearly almost as exhausted as the other two, but seemed even more satisfied than either.

Seeing her so primally, basically happy in that moment stirred something within Isaac; *sooner or later I'm going to have to deal with my feelings about Nall*, he realized. Even knowing she'd practically enslaved him and was using his body and mind for her own questionable purposes, he still shared a deep bond with the powerful, unique alien woman, and though she was from another galaxy and they hadn't even known each other for a week he felt like he understood her as he had no other woman in his life previously. Nall looked over at him, sliding fingers through her black hair to push it back, and she gave a little smile to him. For an instant, he could have almost believed she was looking at her lover.

"I'm getting some beacons. No rush." She glanced at Electra, and then saw Isaac's dick was almost completely hard again, and gave a knowing grin. He felt a little angry with himself, knowing having an erection again so soon indicated to her that he was further along in her 'process'. She spoke softly to him, nodding her head at the still-helplessly super-aroused Electra. "Go on. She deserves it. Finish her off. But don't come inside her yourself, her body can't take a second load of your stuff so soon." He nodded, and shifted the helpless girl on the bed. She moaned piteously as he positioned her with her ass at the edge of the bed and spread her legs, kneeling down. With a slow and delicate touch, his tongue laved her clit, eliciting an immediate long groan from her.

Her hands went to his head and tried to push him away weakly, her body involuntarily trying to protect the sensitive region, but he easily overpowered her, keeping up his tongue's attention on her clit and lips. Isaac's hand went to his own shaft, and he found that whatever force Nall had had compelling him was gone; he was free to stroke himself and his hand flew along his pole. Despite coming inside this girl very satisfyingly less than half an hour ago, he felt the response in his cock and knew he would come again soon. He knew his cock wouldn't blow a huge and powerful load like before, but he still felt he had a little something inside his balls he could coax them into pumping out.

One hand stroking his own pole, Isaac licked away at Electra. It took less than thirty seconds of licking at her clit and a couple fingers inside her pussy and she came, very slowly; he kept tonguing her for almost another minute as she writhed in slow motion, long and gradual waves of pleasure washing throughout her as her body reacted to the stimulation of her clit when it was unnaturally sensitive. He was aware of the sound of Nall activating one of the warp beacons and beginning to send away the eggs, but he let himself get lost in the sensation of her body's languid orgasm, surrounding his face and happening all around his tongue and lips. He felt like he could sense every extremity and sensation, every emotion and thought running through her, as her whole being was centered at that moment on what he did to her pussy; it was a powerful feeling, like ownership, but sensual and erotic.

As she was coming down, the long orgasm fading into a deep sleep, he felt a clutching pleasure in his own cock, and pulses as his balls once again performed their task. Jets of come -- minimal for him now, but still copious in comparison to what he could have released prior to encountering Nall -- spurted down onto the hardwood below, cooling slowly in a wild pattern of thin lines and large white globs. The gouts lost their force quickly, turning into a slow dribble of semen dripping down into the mess he'd made on the floor.

After he recovered, he helped Nall get rid of the large number of eggs; there were even more than when he filled Jessica with his come, and he ignored the goop he'd left on the floor for now. Nall eyed it as they got rid of the last of the eggs, then smiled at him. He knew what she was happy about; his ability to harder and more often was growing, which meant she could begin to find more and more girls and be rewarded with hundreds more eggs. She would probably want him to start doing this more than once a day, he realized. His ability to fight, to take a stand against her single-minded dedication to the mission, was dwindling every time he experienced a little more of the life she intended for him. He resolved himself to try even harder.

"You're getting better." She stated it matter-of-factly, but also with a hint of satisfaction. She covered Electra with a blanket, tucking the other girl in. Electra would be out for a long time, probably ten or twelve hours if Nall had been correct when she explained to him the effect egg-laying was supposed to have on human women.

"I guess I am." He didn't see any reason to contradict her on this particular point; it was just a fact.

"Tomorrow we find another. Maybe two if I think you're ready." She took the head of his dick, still sticky, into her hand, the wide glans filling her palm. "And we see if we can make you shoot a few more times before you sleep tonight. It helps the process."