Alien Breed

Pros: A superhuman badass baby.

Cons: A pregnancy with a possessive alien.

This is just a fantasy. We don’t know if this will even work. He was designed to breed, but it was not tested on any humans.

Maybe he shoots blanks.

I open my legs and run my fingers through the hair above my pussy. Spreading my lips, I beg him for what he was designed to expel.

“Breed me,” I demand. “Give me all of your seed.”

His chest rises and falls as oxygen courses through his lungs. Baring his teeth, he drops back down and bites my clavicle.

I shiver and force away as the sharpness of his teeth draws blood. It feels so good, I take hold of his muscular butt and use both hands to guide him back inside me.

It comes quick, the subtle vibration of his cock against my walls. He pumps me, harder now. His muscles bulge as he grunts near my ear. “You’re my treasure,” he whispers.

“You’re my alpha,” I say. “The man I’ve been praying for years to come save me.”

I don’t mean to say it. It just comes out.

The end just always feels so good.

He bucks one more time and slows. I nod and open wide. His pupils grow with satisfaction. His eyelids droop.

“I’m going to fucking come,” he mutters.

His blood warms his cock, and his head thickens. He’s close, and I fear he might give our location away with one single roar.

I place my hand over his mouth. “Shh,” I whisper. “We have to be quiet. They’ll hear us.”

His hips stutter back, but I clasp my legs around his waist, holding him near me.

Finally, he closes his eyes and moans into my palm.

He loses all control. Every bit of perfection written in his genes comes out.

He relinquishes hot cum.

Pump after pump, it shoots across my walls, in waves. He holds himself in, arching his back up, forehead scrunched. His seed spills down my thighs, spreading into the dark earth below.

It’s the biggest load I’ve ever received.

Kissing me, he comes down from his godlike experience. I can feel his heavy heart pumping against me as he forces me into a cuddle.

It’s not the ideal place for some tenderness, but I needed this. It’s the one time I could disassociate from trauma.

He gave me that chance.

As we lay, Turin’s cock scrapes against my hole.

He’s still hard.

I can’t believe it.

* * *

Do I regret my actions?