Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 01

Another isolated, rational part of his brain noticed that after whatever she'd done to make him feel so close and connected to her was complete, she looked exhausted now, when before, even as the two fucked harder than Isaac ever had before, she hadn't even broken a sweat.

He roared without thinking, rapture converging at the base of his cock. It kept building and building, well beyond what he was accustomed to when he came; normally he would have peaked and begun emptying his load a while ago, but the pleasure kept increasing and his cock seemed to be far from pumping its hot payload. His animal brain kept his hips thrusting automatically, while his mind was overwhelmed with the raw pleasure emanating from his penis. It overrode and washed away conscious thought, turning his whole world into a single orgasm; the crescendo finally came and he felt his balls finally begin to empty their massive load.

It was indeed massive – the first spurt he felt, much longer than any he'd experience in the past, opened his cockhead wide to spray a rope of come deep inside her body. A second jolt of pleasure released another stream of semen, and a third, on until a tenth or eleventh, he lost count. Come seemed to pour out of him, and in the cacophony of his nervous system's fireworks he could have sworn he felt something else, another presence working its way throughout his body and into his head.

As the pleasure receded and the world returned to him, he felt his cock dribbling out a slow ooze of come, but even so releasing more now than he previously would have in an entire orgasm. The strange, other sensation had also vanished. He heard a loud, unintelligible grunting, and realized it was himself; his instinctual, heightened masculine sexuality affecting him for a while, bringing out a long-forgotten bestial side.

Reason re-established itself in his mind, and he wondered at his own behavior. What had overcome him? How had he gotten himself so distracted in what was clearly a very bizarre situation? He'd never been the type to let his cock do all of his thinking in the past. And what the *fuck* was up with there being here a hot, but tight-lipped, completely *red* chick who wanted nothing other than to just fuck and be done with it?

He let his cock slide out slowly, a sheen of wetness coating the organ as it grew increasingly limp. He noticed that the red girl was looking limp herself, seeming to have lost that rigid, disciplined energy she'd had when she walked in. She fell to her knees, bracing herself with her hands above her head, holding herself up against the side of the bed. He was suddenly worried.

"Are you okay?" She said nothing, and slowly turned herself around to lean against the support beam of the bed. Even with his head swimming in urgent questions, he couldn't help but notice how amazing she looked. Her breasts heaving, her body looking weak and vulnerable, her stomach bulging... *wait a minute*. Looking more closely, he was sure her stomach hadn't had that slight bulge when she walked in; she'd looked like a swimsuit model, her flat abs visible on a tight waistline. He knew he'd come hard, but enough to fill her up like a balloon? He knew that, expanded dick or not, he hadn't spewed anywhere near so much inside her.

Her eyes caught him staring, and with a heavy-lidded glare she gestured with one hand. It was something like a beckoning hand-wave; the intent seemed clear. He knelt down next to her, a small part of his mind noting with glee that even limp, the leaking tip of his new monster cock flattened against the cold metallic floor in this position.

Isaac held out both hands, holding one to her forehead and the other to her stomach. She was very warm to the touch, but not so much that he felt she was sick. Her hands went to her stomach as well, and slowly a blissful smile crossed her face. Glancing at him, she kept smiling. She suddenly began to speak.

"Isnofhlaa... kaelosc imnir... zaema, sen."

Her hand slid along his arm, reaching his shoulder, then the side of his head. He held still, unsure what was going on, and her eyes focused on him. She bit her lower lip, and her expression seemed determined – but to do what, he had no clue. Isaac began to hear a screeching sound seemingly from inside his own head, but was unable to move, and it was rapidly becoming very loud. However uncomfortable it was for him, it was she who was obviously more distressed; her face turned into a grimace and she doubled over, but her grip on his head never relaxed. The screeching sound dissipated quickly, but her discomfort remained; she stayed curled in on herself even as Isaac quickly recovered. She was panting now, holding her head in both hands, looking like she was fighting the headache of the century.

Isaac shook off the pain and refocused on their situation. He couldn't help but feel bad, sitting here like he was, useless and confused while she was writhing in some inexplicable suffering. He wrapped an arm around her back and positioned himself to help her stand back up.

"We really need to get you to a hospital. I don't know what's wrong with your stomach, and you're in a lot of pain." He shifted down, making to lift her up – or to simply carry her, if need be. Crazy, kidnapper, red, whatever – Isaac didn't want to think of himself as someone who could just leave somebody in pain. Especially a woman he'd just made love to, even if under very bizarre circumstances that he hadn't himself yet figured out.

"Nahhhuuuuaahhhhh..." She seemed frustrated, trying to say something, but he wasn't sure what. "Nooh. No." Her eyes opened again, and she seemed more in control of herself, though clearly not well yet. "No." She shook her head. "Fine."

Isaac frowned. "Why didn't you say anything earlier if you speak English?"

"Ah.... Many... much-many word... can not yet. Can't cannot able-non.... aaagghhh!" She was still holding her temples, and a tear escaped her eye; he somehow knew it wasn't emotional, just the result of her fighting a lot of pain. "Help... help up." She held one of her arms out. Shrugging, Isaac figured he was going to help her up regardless; he stood and helped the staggering red woman to her feet. The woman leaned against him for a while, one hand still against her temple, fighting the headache. She seemed to want to just stay there, leaning against him.

With no idea what was going on or what else better to do, Isaac's thoughts inevitably turned to the sensation of the slender red woman curled against him, using his body for support. Glancing downward, he could see the occasional tremble in her weakened legs; he felt a little guilty, remembering the thought cross his mind earlier, during his inexplicable super-arousal, to fuck her until she couldn't even stand. Apparently he'd done exactly that.

He fought down the impulses he felt rising out of his dick, but it seemed more difficult than usual; his urges somehow were harder to dampen. After a couple minutes, she took a few tentative steps backward, while she left her grip on his elbows to steady her. Once she was no longer directly against him, he could see her stomach had swollen even further, now looking more than slightly pregnant. A single beat went into his cock, making it rise for a moment, and he was left wondering why that sight, specifically, sent a rush into his penis. The sight of his flagpole rising for a moment distracted her, and she suddenly lost her balance; she was about to fall flat onto the ground when Isaac caught her.

"Okay, no more standing." He set her down and laid her out again. She seemed to comply, if only for the time being, though her expression betrayed her lack of understanding about what he was up to. Curling one arm under the small of her back and one under her knees, he lifted with his legs and suddenly was holding her up in the air in a standing position. He flexed his arms for a moment, testing her weight; she was about as light a naked woman as he had ever lifted, which in hindsight hadn't been as many as he would have liked. She gave him a bleary stare for a moment, then relaxed. One finger pointed at him.

"Tell I... no. Is wrong. Tell me your... name, beige man." She looked a little pleased with herself at finally completing a sentence.

*Beige man?* "Finally you can talk."

She gave a look like she was wracking her brain, then frowned. "That is not name. Your name. Give." The woman was insistent now.

"Isaac. I am Isaac Butler."

"Isaac." She seemed to consider it. "Good Isaac."

"What happened just now? Are you sick?" He looked around the room again, wondering what to do now that he was holding her.

"No. Not at all." Her speech was growing more confident, with less odd pauses and the weird accent diminishing with each sentence. "I am fine. I am very okay." She patted her belly. Was it him, or was it even bigger?

"Okay. What's going on? What is this place?"

She nodded towards one wall, with no shelving on it, and he walked over toward it, carrying her. Her hair swung back and forth as he waddled around the various junk strewn about. Stopping at the wall, she reached out and touched a small control panel he barely saw, and there was a flash from the button she pressed. He heard the same screeching, hissing sound as he'd heard when the door opened, but it came from behind. Isaac turned and saw an entire section of the wall opening, outwards and away, revealing what appeared to be a floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside, he didn't see at all what he expected. At first, as the window was only halfway open, he thought it was simply night outside, but he had to quickly squint his eyes when a bright light streamed in. He saw a broad arc of blue-white below. He looked closer, and his eyes adjusted; he made out details, ocean, clouds, an occasional island.

His mind froze. Speechless and standing perfectly still, Isaac took in the amazing sight of Earth from several hundred miles up, the surface continuing to move very slowly. The woman looked out the window as well, but seemed totally unsurprised and maybe a little bored. He couldn't make out continents or cities on the grand vista, and they seemed to be over mostly ocean right now, with a jaggedly shaped island interrupting the otherwise solid blue.

"Jesus Christ."

"What is a... Jeesoos Chriiist?" The question came from the woman in his arms; he'd practically forgotten he was still holding her. She was light, true, but Isaac found it a little strange when he thought about it; am I stronger now? *Slender or not, she must weigh a hundred, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds, and I couldn't just deadlift a hundred pounds without much effort before today.*

"It's – uhh – I was just surprised." Anger flashed into him, feeling misled and lost. "And why the fuck shouldn't I be! I'm in goddamn space! If you could talk, why didn't you mention we're in fucking *space*!'"

"I'll... I will... explain. Just – take I... take me... outward of place, this. I need-be in... another placing among boat... ship. I will give to you... direction." Her head bent forward a moment as she seemed to catch her breath.

Isaac was still furious, with her certainly – but more at himself for suddenly getting so pussy-stupid that he'd spent all his time plugging his dick away while he was flying through goddamn space. *How did I get into space? And why is this chick red, anyhow?*

A thought occurred to him which linked the two mysteries together, but he immediately dismissed it as ridiculous. Then he reconsidered. *It has to be. Nothing else adds up*. Turning back towards the door she used to come in, Isaac walked over, carrying her out of the room and into a corridor outside. She nodded to the right, and he continued walking as she guided him. During a long stretch of walking through worn metal corridors, he decided he'd gathered his thoughts enough. He summoned his resolve, fully prepared to sound like an idiot.

"So, uh, does everyone from your planet look like... I don't know, an endangered fish?" He regretted the roundabout tack he'd chosen to ask her about her origin as soon as he said it. *It sounded funnier in my head...*

"Fish...?" She seemed genuinely confused. "Fish... fish... water-animal... oh... I seem like... a fish?" She raised an eyebrow at him in a surprisingly familiar expression.

Isaac stopped for a moment, searching her expression; she was still partly lost in her headache, but he sensed no humor or ill intent in her. *I'll just ask.*

"I just mean, I'm pretty damn sure you're an alien. I was just trying to make conversation."

She raised an eyebrow. "You tell I.... me, I mean, you are alien too." Her accent was rapidly dissipating. *Is she just learning English that fast? Is that even possible?*

"Not fair. That's Earth below us, or at least I'm pretty damn sure that bigger island was part of New Guinea."

"Fine. I am one imnir. You are, um, human. Right? Human is what you call native species."

"Was last time I checked." He stepped over a broken pipe laying out in the hallway. Now knowing they were in a spaceship, Isaac felt mildly unimpressed. The place was a pigsty, and seemed very poorly maintained. She guided him into an elevator, which was very slow, and gave a little creak and groan as it started. He counted two decks going by, and noticed the heat emanating from her swollen belly. Looking down, it was even bigger, looking probably four months pregnant. "I'm worried about your stomach, even if you aren't. We need to get it looked at. Where's the other crew? Is there a doctor?"

"No... no other crew. Me... alone." She seemed a little wistful as she said it. "I am fine. Really." She stroked his cheek with the back of her palm while she slid her hand along her belly. "You did a very excellent job." The elevator's door opened, revealing another dark metallic corridor. She directed him to the first door on the right.

"And what was my job?"

"To come inside me. I am... distractified, right now. Please, hurry." Well, why bring him to a spaceship if she just needed him to come inside her? *She really couldn't have found a less complicated way to get a guy to blow his wad inside her pussy?*

He managed to figure out the door-opening mechanism himself, a small button on either side of the frame. Inside was a wide, mostly empty room, like the previous one but with no hospital-like clutter. There was a broad console along the far wall with a dark screen above it, and the two walls flanking it were covered with vault-like doors, or possibly lockers, probably six inches on a side each; on each one was what he guessed was probably numbers, judging by the repeating characters. The floor of the room was completely unlike the rest of the ship; it was an off-white color, and had a consistency like especially dense memory foam.

He stepped into the room and felt the floor-stuff gather around his feet, bunching under his toes, but it wasn't pliable enough to make walking difficult. She gestured to be put down, and he gently laid her, ass-first, on the soft floor, her back leaning against a wide cushion that ran along the lower wall to about two feet up; it just seemed the obvious place to put her.

She let her legs spread out wide and flat; *she has no modesty at all*, he thought, but he didn't mind. *When she isn't trying to be a commanding bitch, she's actually every kind of sexy*, he mused, *even with the pregnant-looking belly*. Her stomach hadn't swollen any more, but was still warmer than the rest of her. She suddenly gasped, and held a hand down on her pussy.

"Here they come." Her mouth went wide, and he looked on in confusion as rapture overtook her expression. Her silent gape remained frozen on her face, and looking down, he saw her pussy seeming to dilate wider on its own. Her fingers rested against her lips, and something emerged from inside her. It was an egg, small, but bigger than a chicken egg – somewhere in between the size of a golf ball and a tennis ball – and round, and was grey with irregular white and black splotches and speckles on it. *An egg? She needed me to fertilize her?*

His mind reeled as the egg popped out completely, falling easily into her fingers, followed by a slight ejection of a clear gel-like substance that oozed down past her asshole and onto the floor, leaving her legs and ass glistening when she shifted a little and it smeared beneath her. She let the egg rest on the soft floor nearby, where it left a small divot and remained in place. Her fingers quickly returned to her pussy for another egg's emergence. Isaac stared in fascination as the nude woman gasped again, and a wet sound came from her pussy as a second egg was revealed, the sphere slowly sliding out of her body, with more goo leaking out from her the whole time. Isaac noticed her stomach was somewhat less round now.

After gingerly depositing the second egg, she gave a short yelp and seemed to tense up. Her left hand drifted down to her folds, lightly flicking her clit as her body prepared for a third egg. On an impulse, she grabbed Isaac's hand and yanked it downwards, and his hand suddenly made contact with her wet pussy, some of the goo coating his hand; it was warm to the touch, almost hot. There was another quiet squelch and he felt the lips of her pussy part on their own, and she pressed his hand inward towards herself, willing him to aid in the egg-laying. His fingers snaked inside her, feeling the slick, tough membrane of the egg sliding into his hand.

It moved effortlessly, his hand released from her grip as the sphere finished emerging and came to rest in his soaked palm. Blinking, Isaac stared down at the grey globe; it was heavier than he would have thought, but it was possibly just his imagination. A little bit of ooze flowed onto his pinky, the rest continuing to puddle up under her ass. It was strange to think that this grey sphere in his hand was his progeny. Her hand gripping his wrist guided him to leave the egg on the decking, and she let go of him, moving her own hands down onto herself to let the fourth egg emerge. His own hand went to his cock, his fist barely closing around the half-rigid pole and stroking it without thought while he watched her lay an egg again; his mind couldn't wrap itself around whether or not what he saw was twisted or erotic, but his body had already made its decision.

She continued into her fifth and final egg, each having come out easily on its own. Her breath quickened slightly, reaching a slow pant, and he noticed that her nipples had hardened again, as pointy as they had been when they mated not long ago. After the fifth egg sat on the pliable floor material, he saw her stomach had returned to normal, flat as a board. His eyes trailed up to her breasts, themselves heaving with her deep breaths, the erect, almost sharp nipples weaving up and down with the motion; to her face, looking tired but beautiful, and quite happy – then to her pussy, the last of the clear goo forming a tiny moat around her ass in the indentation her lower body left in the soft floor. Her pink-orange clit was standing up with its own little erection; between her nipples and the on-the-edge expression she was wearing, it was clear it wouldn't take much to bring her off.

Isaac wanted to give this beautiful creature something back for showing him something incredible, and he allowed his hand to approach her; she either didn't notice or didn't stop him, and she soon felt his fingers probing her over-sensitive pussy, and teasing her clit. He leaned in closer, his thick pole standing straight out forward and bumping into her arm and the side of her breast as he placed one hand on her back, the other playing with her womanhood. She was very responsive, reduced to an almost animalistic state; her body and the sounds she made both seemingly in slow motion as her now helpless body was gradually pushed further and further into pure pleasure by Isaac's fingers.