“You will be too impressed to consider that rancid place or the life you will never return to. Rest is with me. Soft things you demanded and were given. A bath to wash my fluids from your fuck sleeve and heal your hurts, you enjoy even now. What male on Earth would provide better?”
An appallingly excellent question. Deeper she sank into the goop, her mind unraveling enough in the madness of all of it to be honest. “That is so vulgar. It’s called a vagina.”
“I have an affinity for your vagina. It shall be available to me always. Ten spawn a phase.” He thrust, as if reading the chapter on human sex and adapting to draw out his concept of love. “Twenty!”
“Husbands on Earth are not allowed to access the vagina without asking. That is how the best babies are formed.”
Sloshing through the mire, tentacles trailing over every sensitive part of her, “Give me elite warriors, delicate, pretty mist siren. Ride me as you did on the bridge. Understand my affinity, knowing what you can provide my species will bring you honor. But do not try to manipulate your master. When I wish to seed, you will be seeded. Society needs all levels of service. I will sacrifice and so shall you.”
Pulling her thighs farther apart, crushing her leaking tits, Glabrx’s flange flopped and wriggled. Pulsated and leaked.
As if a human man, he fucked her as she lay back against the rim. Evangeline’s eyes drifting closed, her body lax and unnaturally accepting.
He fucked her while this magic bath knit her back together.
He fucked her as he tried out Earth words soaked up from an out of date manual. “Darling, sweetheart, mon amour.” All languages, all tenses, all falling from a sharp toothed, drooling mouth with tongues that lapped at her tits and a throat that hissed out ugliness.
And he came, however his kind did. With a war cry, with a grouping of sounds she could not decipher.
Thrashing, his spawn worked its way down the tube of his flange. Spat from the tip that then worked hard to burrow it behind her cervix.
She screamed.
It was not a scream of terror.
The child made that moment, made upon the pitch of a scream so sharp it sent her lover reeling back was white as fresh snow, with a bright blue line straight down what would one day be a spine.
After collection, Glabrx looked over the squirming thing in its containment bag. “I don’t know what this means.”
Lacking the bulk of its red brother. It had not bit and tossed about. It was steady, as if listening. As if coherent despite its lack of ears or eyes. Sweaty and spent and utterly unraveled, Evangeline panted into the air the strange thought that crossed her misfiring mind. “That one is a holy man.”
“Yes.” A great, solemn nod. “A dream reader. Give me more of these, my love, and the Necrimata will kill in your name. Evangeline.
Five more times he fucked her before she slept on the softest of furs, held to his heat in a ship that was ice cold. Green, red, gray, blue, white.
A different kind of red came from her canal the next phase, released by the machine as Glabrx drained her breasts.
A human period. A thing he took great pleasure in drinking down in the most disgusting of ways. Smearing his maw in her fluids, performing a fucked up version of cunilingus with two tongues and constant physical attention.
She was his favorite snack.
That was to be his game.
Milk was never for the spawn, only him. Only if she begged he take it, or as he gulped in the act of seeding her fuck sleeve.
Only if she raised her breast to his maw.
Then he slipped in his frenzy, twin tongues lolling, a great mouth sucking her dry when he was at fever pitch.
He was going to fuck her and drink her to death.
Epilogue
792 human years later
“You lied to me when you claimed two hundred years.” On her shoulders hung a robe spun from the hair of beasts killed by green spawn, offered to their mother when they burst from their larval form and sought out their tribe. On the walls of her many rooms hung the heads of great beasts, disgusting things terrifying to behold. Those were gifts by the red offspring.
Every shade served their purpose, all equally important, all necessary to the expansion of the Necrimata.