Thirst
He wanted the human.
Two of Glabrx’s tentacles impatiently butted up against the human’s containment pod.
Accustomed to Necrimata aggression, the insectoid made the offer that would seal the transaction. “Great Glabrx, sample the creature yourself. One taste and you will know the price I ask is nothing.”
To see the restrained thing filled with flange here, now, with a foul Cenoid watching? Already his mating organ had begun to emerge, flapping eagerly toward the scented crevice spread on display before him.
Whispering the enticem
ent, the merchant urged, “Use the human. Sample its offerings. Specifics can be discussed later, and should you damage it, it can be repaired.”
The human trembled in its pod, slit still flushed, nipples distended from the suctioning device. Eyes open, it stared up, seeing nothing. But its flesh had flushed a pleasing pink, its padded lips were parted, even its eyes seemed hungry for any touch, any sensation before sensory deprivation drove it mad.
The female had no clue what was coming for it.
Glabrx had seen it squirm at the knobby finger of the merchant. He had heard its squeaks from brief stimulation. What would it do when possessed by a ranked warrior with a large and hungry flange? Would it make more squeaks? Would its eyes flare and its mouth gape? More importantly, would there be any fulfilment in seeding a creature that survived rut after rut. Prey was supposed to die, be used for the enrichment of a spawn that would eat its way out of it. A true warrior’s pleasure came from the hunt, the physical release from the mounting and planting an afterthought.
The triangle shaped pad of his flange began pulsating, stretching forward toward the nest of slippery human flesh the merchant had offered for the seeding. As he’d witnessed the Cenoid do, the tip of his engorged, veiny flange tapped the small nub at the top of the parted lower lips. A zing raced up his protrusion. It was as the merchant said; something in the human’s chemistry affected the flesh of his mating organ. Pleasant tingles sent his flange to engorge until blood vessels stood proudly. This, and he had not even penetrated the creature. Fighting to control his thrashing flange, he slithered over and over the human’s nub. The creature in the containment pod went wild. Had it been possible, it seemed to try to spread its pinioned legs even wider in invitation.
The offering was accepted, and with a warrior’s growl, Glabrx’s flange surged into that little crevice. Serpenting past the fleshy lips to burrow in that slippery channel, he found the merchant had not lied. All around his girth, the human’s internal mechanisms were squeezing his accordion-like flange. Despite his prominent ridges and sticky valley, it was trying to force him out, the pulsating ring of muscles encouraging the opposite reaction. Deeper Glabrx stretched her, his hands slamming atop the containment pod. Every last tentacle held to human legs as they would his prey, entrapping each limb more securely than any manipulation cuffs might.
Aggressive grunts lead to deadly hissing, Glabrx sluicing through the human’s cunt with force and delight. Each time the human squeezed harder, he flexed, expanding his flange from base to tip in a ripple of strength that made the trapped human squeal.
And yet that spongy pocket grew wetter. Unsure what was more pleasing to watch, his eyes darted from the flailing, contained body of his new pet to the place where its genitals were stretched and pink around his flange.
Filled as she was, that nub the merchant had tapped, that Glabrx had slathered with his flange, poked outward. It beckoned him to pinch it, a suckering tentacle slithering over until the nub was caught. The human’s reaction was violent and immediate.
It screeched.
Around his flange, rhythmic suctioning pulled him deeper, spasms erupting the more his sucker titillated that nub.
In the seeding frenzy, the warrior roared. From the base of his flange it came, the parasitic spawn spewing down his shaft, expanding in a ripple of sticky sludge that burst from the triangular tip’s singular opening. Within the vessel, the satiated flange began the process of attachment. Spawn, looking for a nutrient source, was nestled into a warm, wet, home of human flesh.
The seeding was complete, but Glabrx felt no urge to withdraw.
Flange hilt deep in human cunt, he caught his breath and found his pet doing the same.
“Do you see?” The merchant thought to interrupt. “Your domination inspired both mammary glands to release. A vial of fresh milk, its first offerings, is being collected as we speak.
Over the heaving chest, the nature of the attachment had altered. Gentle pressure was no longer employed; deep pulls of suction had caught up both breasts, stretching them upward as creamy fluid burst from the tip of swollen nipples.
The human seemed to notice, and where moments before it had smelled of pleasure, it grew to reek of fear.
Each breath of human emotion was intriguing, Glabrx anticipating it would flavor the milk perfectly. “Remove the sample. If she tastes as good as her cunt feels, our transaction will proceed.”
The merchant was only too happy to oblige, his mandibles spread wide, his greedy heart eager for payment. “As you are such a noble customer, the machinery required to extract your spawn is my gift.”
By the time negotiation was complete, Glabrx would have much more than just the pet and the machinery. The training of a human had already sparked a hunter’s imagination.
Flange began to reduce in size, slipping out of a hole that, when closely observed, became so small, her fluids and his discharge squished out. It seemed foolish to waste it. Dipping his jaw to her cunt, Glabrx’s twin tongues darted forward, gathering the nutrient fluid to be savored and swallowed.
Again, the human squeaked, her short breaths wobbling the flesh of her trapped mammary glands.
Oh, she would be amusing…
Chapter Two
Collection complete, back on board his ship, Glabrx had the sedated human tucked across his lap, held securely by all six tentacles for inspection. An injection had set it to sleeping before retrieval from the pod, giving him plenty of time to familiarize himself with the strange mammal over the three day trip to the Xerdic outpost.