- NonHuman
- Pax Multi Pt. 04
- Page 5
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"Lou! Lou! Lou! Lou! Lou! Lou!" Bea gasped. "Oh Lou! OH LOU! OH LOU! LOU! RHYTHM! FASTER! FASTER! YES! YES! RHYTHM!"
Lou calculated rocket equations. He recalled the name of every king of Israeli. He worked, mentally, through the dance of time. It wasn't enough. Every attempt to root himself in the mental, to allow his body to continue to do the sacred work of bringing his wife pleasure, but nothing worked. There was nothing for it but-
Heat.
Burning.
Boiling.
A flare of white before his eyes, filling him as he trembled from his toes to his head, gasping heavily as he trembled. His cock was still aching as he felt the pulse, pulse, pulse of his cum, and he felt the heat of his own spunk, hot against his thighs, his belly. He blinked slowly, trembling -- and he looked down and saw, glowing faintly through Bea's skin, a bright purple blotch, swirling slightly. It was the heat of his cum, visible through her body. He saw that her pussy was just deep enough to take his cock and no more -- his purple spunk was soaked along her thighs, having splashed out of her with the second, third spurts...
"Whoa..." Lou whispered.
"Nnh...hu...hu...f...fu...full..." Bea whispered, her eyes wide, her back twitching. "F-Full...words...hard..." Her wings fluttered and Lou slowly slid out of her sex and watched his thick cum dripping from her cunt -- oozing free, making her look even messier, even more marked.
"You...don't have a womb?" he asked -- half questioning, half relieved, while a part of his brain, a dour, angry voice that he couldn't ignore even if he wished too, snarled at him: You fool. You idiot. You didn't wear a condom? You blackguard! You scoundrel! Are you some AnCom knave, to just cum inside of a woman without asking if you could first? He knew it was ludicrous, he knew it was preposterous, but the voice didn't shut up.
"N...No..." Bea panted, her breasts heaving. "What is womb?"
"It...it's where babies are made. With-"
"Oh!" Bea sat up, gasping. "Your mother was speaking of how..." She panted. "How she wanted to have grandchildren! I will have to have a body with a womb immediately!" She nodded. "Five wombs! No, seven!"
Lou gaped at her. "W-What?"
"To ensure sufficient stock!" Bea's arms wobbled and she fell onto her back. "Oof. My arms are sticks..."
Lou shook his head and snorted, despite himself.
"It is not a situation of humor!" Bea huffed. "T-This bioform needs...many upgrades. More wombs, twelve at least, better endurance, um...more arms..." Her eyes half closed. "A throat, stomach. Taste buds..." She nodded again. "Dislocating jaw...two tongues, maybe..."
Lou slowly laid beside his wife. He looked her up and down, breathing slowly.
I love you.
The words echoed in his head -- spoken in haste, in lust. But they were shining and they were true. His hand slid to her belly, gently, caressing her.
"And...I will begin reading about human aesthetics..." Bea's eyes closed fully. "I...must go and clean..." She murmured. "Watch over me, Lou. I love you." She slackened, her breath becoming steady and slow. Lou leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"I love you too..." he murmured, then laid beside her.
And this time, his dream was of endless fields of alien flowers -- their seeds drifting upon the wind, alighting upon the finger of his wife, smiling and gentle and pure.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoThis series has given me (and I suspect many more like me) a new fetish. Congratulations on being a genius, you mad bastard.
badgirlinpurplealmost 4 years agoI hate to say it, but you should take breaks more often. This story, and particularly this chapter, really make me smile. I have to take breaks reading them because the nuance and layers get in the way of my poor (lately) ability to focus, and I have to do something else while my subconscious straightens itself out. I'm not wasting energy trying to guess my way through what isn't written yet. I'm enjoying every tiny morsel of warring personality types, instincts, and patience. I'm looking forward to watching it all bloom. Great job.
Mankeyalmost 4 years agoNot sure where you get your ideas from, but I for one am glad of your obviously-fevered imagination, and the skill you exhibit in bringing those ideas to fruition. Have loved each and every one of your stories, and this one, for the sake of Shizmet, hits each and every one of my buttons. Thank you
jpz007ahrenalmost 4 years agoHmm... I can't really articulate what I'm wanting to say on the subject. I'm not even sure If I do want to comment on the subject at this time. I will say, that I am wary of them and their actions. I'd like to think that the singular minds working on whatever project is happening wouldn't be able to significantly damage Bea... But humanity was enough to get their actual attention. And whatever they are doing is dangerous and most likely _wrong_ in the extreme, from a terrestrial and locally moral point of view.
Onto far better topics. Beatrice is such a wonderful entity. "More wombs!" Glad to have finally noticed your authors name on a story I wasn't yet reading. I seem to miss the first few chapters of lots of good stories, but in a way, that lets me get a bigger first helping of delicious goodness. So six one way, half-dozen the other.
Glad to be reading this story, and can I just say something about the Tags For This Story: awkward dinner party. Irl lol. <-- That doesn't look intelligible, but I laughed.
I can only hope that with Bea developing all this singularly focusing attention that she doesn't lose herself too much. The her that spent millions of years, just tidying up. A part of her that I'm sure our young Prince loves dearly. I would write some of my other hopes and fears here... but honestly, they would just be me interfering in the path the story may take on its own. I've been told my some that I can be an influence, and I've experienced (quite recently) from another a cataclysmic reaction that I still do not understand. So, I shall keep my more specific thoughts and wonders in my head and experience the story as it comes. For its writer is a far better author than myself. One needs only look at the differences in our publishings. For while quantity in and of itself is not a necessary denotation of quality, I know firsthand how amazing these stories are. And there are more of them, and completed ones. ^.^
Anyways. Thank you for sharing your inspiration with us here. Looking forward to the next chapter. Be well.
