Xenobiology Ch. 03

She seized the alien heartbeat as she slid into dreaming. She felt her male, alien self, and her own body melding as one. Man and woman Celira, fused by spirit, two bodies ethereal and physical.

She had been taken, and thus was immune and in control. The dream had protected her from the rage of the Redvine. She knew her alien-self's body, now, knew his strength and his appetite. She took that into herself, and spread her consciousness over orbital station Seloux.

And she fucked them.

The guards with their insatiable hungers; she pinned them down. A ghost-shape, in many places at once, she rolled the men over and straddled them, or slid beneath them and pulled them close. She pressed them against walls, pinned them to the floors, and guided their lust into herself. She felt the pounding of almost a dozen cocks into her dozen-fold cunt. They hit at once; they hit differently. Some went roughly, others slow and gentle. A dozen times over she was fucked, and a dozen times over she felt her own building release. She smothered their presences and gripped their minds, flooding them with orgasm.

And her alien self got what he'd wanted when they first met on Morass. He set his sights on the women, and took them as well. He took them in the dreamstate, as he had for Celira, and in doing so, made them immune to the Redvine's control.

With enough fucking and enough time, Celira conquered the station, and, for the first time since setting down on the alien planet, she felt truly fulfilled.