The Imnir Ark
Volume 1
Chapter 05
Without anything to do until his alien captor returned, Isaac settled for distracting himself, reading the newspaper and trying to catch up on the week’s worth of news he’d missed while he was asleep, his body changing to suit Nall’s needs. The distraction actually worked, and after an hour he was totally engrossed in the Wall Street Journal. He laughed when he read his old company – Grand Courier Inc. – was mentioned on a ‘death watch’ financial advice column. The world hadn’t changed drastically while he was busily unconscious. He thumbed through the articles, only reading a few choice ones on the subjects he thought really mattered. It occurred to him that he hadn’t checked his email in a few weeks, and Nall hadn’t forbidden him to contact the outside world.
So what, am I going to call up the government and tell them an alien sex fiend is mind-controlling me into getting human women pregnant with eggs? He sighed. They’ll think I’m insane at best. Life in prison at worst. Isaac resigned himself to concealing his new, incomprehensible situation. In his email were some emails from work friends, asking why he’d left without notice and if everything was okay; he responded that he’d had a shift of priorities in life and was taking it easy and pursuing self-employment. It’s not even false… His former assistant, Clara, who seemed disappointed but understood his decision; she said he was the best boss she’d ever had, and if he landed anywhere else that he needed an assistant, to please give her a call. He liked Clara. She was a pretty woman, his age, and very smart; there had been chemistry early on, but then she’d suddenly found a boyfriend and he’d politely backed off.
He had heard she was single again through the office grapevine, and interacting with her was a little less professional in the week or so before his abduction by Nall, but he had been waiting a while for her to get some distance from the last guy. If he’d heard right, he’d cheated on her and it ended badly, and she’d been very upset. She’d taken two ‘sick days’ right around the time it allegedly happened. Clara wasn’t leadership material, not really a weak person, more like she just couldn’t bring herself to just boss people around. Clara would rather do the work of an entire department herself than ask anyone to help her – Isaac had been like that early on, but Clara had spoiled him, and was one of the reasons he’d stuck around at the doomed Grand Courier as long as he had. He assured her he would bring her aboard if he had the options wherever he landed next.
He’d missed twelve phonecalls in the last eight days. Two from a surfing buddy over last weekend, probably asking if he wanted to go, six from his boss – he winced – and various other numbers he didn’t recognize, probably telemarketers. He also read numerous texts from his sister, Melissa, two years his elder and as kooky as ever. Melissa had resigned herself to a life as a crazy cat lady after her divorce three years ago, and she’d relapsed into depression – though reading the texts it didn’t sound like she was going to make another suicide attempt like in high school. Ever since that had happened when they were young, he’d always been eyeing every word she said, monitoring for her losing it again. He was glad she was doing comparatively well; she was his childhood crush and he still felt more than sibling affection for her, but that was something he’d decided to leave be years ago. Isaac felt a little guilty for not being there for her; his sister was a good person, and fun, though she rambled a lot and had hinted that her interest in unsolved mysteries and the unexplained wasn’t just idle and she actually believed some of it.
But shit, aliens might be locked up in Area 51. Isaac pondered, knowing he had an alien living in his own house, who was due back sometime tonight for an intense and bizarre fucking session – probably along with a girl he hadn’t even met. He had no room to chuckle – even to himself – about his sister’s ideas now. He texted her back, and the two caught up over the next hour or so. He browsed some web pages in between messages. It occurred to him to look up some astronomy information, and soon he’d found a map of science’s current best-guess understanding of the local galactic cluster. Isaac couldn’t be sure, but it did look very similar to the map Nall had shown him inside the ship – just from another angle. Tracking out the other galaxies the two-bit web applet showed in its display, Isaac settled on one galaxy that had to be the one Nall said she was from.
It was called NGC 253, the Sculptor Galaxy. Apparently, in galactic terms, it wasn’t really that far away, but 12.7 million light-years was still a mind-boggling distance to have travelled. If he’d understood Nall’s story right, she’d been transformed into the ‘Imnir Ark’, a living quarkware vessel, just before every living thing on her world was fried by deadly radiation in what she described as her own people’s mistake. Sealed in an underground vault that had within it a powerful supercomputer that communicated with countless probes launched at light speed in all directions, she had laid deactivated inside a docked spaceship for some indeterminate millions of years until one probe noticed Earth. Deciding it had found a compatible species at last, the computer had used all of its energy to warp Nall and the spaceship all the way to the Milky Way and Earth’s neighborhood, destroying itself in the process and sending her on her one-way mission to make him impregnate human girls with who knew how many imnir eggs.
Isaac shrugged, not knowing what else to do about his predicament. Melissa sent him another text, telling him the latest on the interactions between her cats. Boxer was having something of a spat with General Jones. Going from the fates of intergalactic civilizations to the politics between cats made Isaac laugh, and he turned off the computer, spending the rest of his evening before Nall returned catching up with his crazy sister.
The doorknob turned more than two hours later, breaking his concentration. The clock read 8:12p, and the sun had already set; the sky was a dark blue, the horizon red-orange and dimming. The door was left slightly ajar, and he could hear some bumping and shuffling outside, but the door didn’t move. He got up and opened it, and was greeted with the sight of the passionately kissing Nall and – his cock was renewed – Electra. The two’s shiny black heads of hair, matching, flowed and mixed together as Electra aggressively smacked her lips against Nall, their tongues meeting and traces of saliva coating their cheeks near their lips.
As he imagined – though in his mind they’d been bare – their two pairs of breasts were pressed together, Electra’s large boobs dominating the smaller, round tits adorning Nall’s chest – all four globes squashed into flatness as their embrace tightened. Nall’s hands were fondling Electra’s ass under her jeans; he noticed that she’d gotten changed from her work clothes, now wearing a black tube top that hugged her torso and outlined her huge breasts very clearly, swooping in beneath them to make it very obvious that her chest wasn’t simply large due to any kind of weight problem, that she was well-built and just had naturally big boobs. Electra had at some point taken off the copious jewelry she’d had in the store, now her only hint at her wild side being her large quadruple earrings.
The pair rolled inside, brushing past him. He closed the door, his eyes never leaving the passionate lesbian coupling. Electra didn’t seem to notice him, focused intently on Nall. With the door closed and the world now outside and far away, Nall snaked her hands under Electra’s top and slid it off in one quick motion, the other girl raising her arms to accommodate her; beneath she wore a satin bra that Nall then devoted herself to removing. The other girl complied, reaching behind her to undo the clasp that Nall seemed to have trouble with. Isaac sat himself down on the love seat and his hand went under his pants to grip his hardening cock, knowing what Nall intended. As Electra’s bra fell to the floor, Nall rolled the two of them onto the couch, and their make-out session resumed with Electra’s pale breasts now fully exposed. Unable to help himself at the sight of those beautiful orbs, Isaac’s hand closed tightly around his dick, but he found himself unable to stroke. He remembered Nall’s command, not realizing it would apply even after she returned.
Coming up for a moment, Nall shifted her knees, then grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled it over her head. She tossed it away, landing sideways on the coffee table; underneath, she wore her own new bra, but no panties. Her bare pussy with its dark lips was revealed, a familiar but still erotic sight to Isaac. He could tell that her mind control – the same thing she’d used to turn Jessica’s thoughts into an erotic mush, helpless to resist both Nall and himself – was at work here too, driving Electra into an irresistible sexual frenzy. Still, she seemed notably less docile than Jessica was under the same effect, and had a modicum of control of herself – even if, it seemed, she was unable to even think of stopping herself from making love to Nall, she was able to direct her own body, at least. Jessica had been so reduced by Nall’s power that she had basically laid back and taken whatever was done to her. Maybe Jessica was a weak-willed girl to begin with?
Crawling backwards, Nall then unbuttoned the other girl’s jeans, sliding her hands under Electra’s ass when she finished, grabbing her waistband. Electra raised her ass into the air to help her slide them, and her panties, down to her knees, then set herself back down and Nall pulled the last remaining bit of clothes – and Electra’s last remaining defenses – off of the unsuspecting female. Nall set herself in the same position she’d used with Jessica, a low kneel, almost curled into a ball, in between Electra’s legs. He could see Electra’s crotch, sporting a neat track of tufted pussy-fur in a single inch-wide line over her snatch, the rest shaven clean. He knew her pink folds would be especially appealing to Nall, and seeing her in that position, her lovely ass so wantonly displayed and her perfect pussy lips hidden in the cleft between her legs and feet, was itself particularly erotic to Isaac. Unable to stroke himself, Isaac settled for pulling his pants down – then, ultimately, off – along with his shirt and shoes. Nall’s licking had begun in earnest when he was finally naked, and Isaac settled back onto the love seat, his stiff dick held fast in one immobile hand while he watched.
Electra was very much enjoying Nall’s attention, but seemed to want something else. She kept tapping Nall lightly on the shoulder, and trying to move herself around. Finally Nall relented, coming up to let Electra reposition; the other girl pushed Nall up until she was on all fours, then slid herself beneath her lover. Electra’s pussy, still open to Nall but now upside-down, soon received the same loving, probing licks all over again, and Nall found herself stimulated as well when Electra’s tongue began its first tentative explorations. He knew Nall was up to something, infusing some unknown quarkware deep within the pink pussy she was licking and preparing the other girl to receive Isaac’s cock, and his virile, egg-inducing semen – but all the same, it seemed Nall had no trouble focusing on the sex itself as well, giving Electra enough pleasure to keep her moaning hard and loud. Nall’s own hips twisted with the apparently somewhat inept attempts by Electra to please another girl, something he guessed she had little or no experience with.
The pale girl couldn’t hold on long against Nall’s laving tongue. He saw her legs raise off the ground involuntarily, he toes curling up. The white hands that gripped Nall’s rich butterscotch-colored ass tightened, the fingers digging into supple flesh as Electra’s body reacted uncontrollably, a powerful orgasm beginning inside her clit and spreading. Isaac heard her moaning helplessly into Nall’s pussy, trying and failing to keep up some token effort of making Nall come too while Electra herself was pushed past the brink and her mind washed away in torrents of pleasure. He saw Nall close her whole mouth over Electra’s pussy, sealing some final transformation within her that would make her ready to lay the eggs that Nall desired so much. His dick pulsed in anticipation, knowing Nall had brought Electra here for him, to penetrate, to have his way with, to empty his balls inside and watch the results.
Nall came up, standing again and coming over to Isaac’s side. She sat on his lap, and Electra looked over at the two in a haze.
“This is Isaac… my, um, boyfriend.” She glanced at him, and Isaac gave her a raised eyebrow. “He’s mine, and so is this.” Nall took his dick in her hand, pulling up the heavy pole and showing its full length; while fully erect, it was too heavy to stand up straight, usually sticking out forwards. On the couch, sitting as he was, it wasn’t clear to Electra at first how big the organ was – but it was now. Her eyes widened. “But since we’re good friends, L, I’m giving him to you tonight. Isaac has something special for you. Something very, very special. Do you want me to make him give it to you?”
Electra lay there a few moments, still in an erotic dream-like state. “Y… yes…’ She said weakly, then with more force. “Make him give it to me.”
“Good…” Nall sat up and walked back over, taking Isaac by the hand and Electra by the other, leading them into the bedroom. Once inside, she kissed Electra again, and the two twisted around and fell onto the bed, Nall below and Electra above on all fours. Electra’s huge breasts, their pendulous weight heaving back and forth and her nipples brushing against Nall’s dark skin as the two made out again steeled Isaac’s dick. He got up onto the bed, coming up behind Electra, and suddenly Nall rolled her onto her side and grabbed one thigh, holding it up high. The position was clear, and she looked Isaac in the eye, willing him to enter. He obliged, positioning himself and lining his dick up with Electra’s pink lips. She looked up at him, her smoky gaze meeting his as her mouth stayed slightly open, taking her breath in short gasps while his cock entered her warm, wet paradise.
Isaac’s world was enveloped in hot pleasure, and he felt a primal sense of fulfillment; his dick was once again inside a fertile female, stroking in and out slowly. Unhurried, but driven by his own instincts and sensations, Isaac took up a quiet and lazy fucking motion, adding side to side and different angles to his thrusts. He felt Nall come up behind him, her lips hot against his ear; a slight smell of Electra’s residual wetness wafted past his nose as Nall’s warm breath passed close to his face.
“You have no idea how hard it was to make her bisexual! It took me hours. It was nothing like Jessica.” She gave a little lick on his ear. “Still, we had a good time, and I learned a lot. Oh, and remember, I didn’t have to force your arousal this time.” He blinked, realizing it was true; Nall had never touched his shaft with her power and induced massive desire in him. He was fucking Electra on his own – though in my defense, he thought, she doesn’t have to do that hormone release thing to make me horny… and I wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with without her messing with me. It wasn’t a bad argument, but he knew he was glossing over his own role, not wanting to look closely at how much he wanted to fuck Electra even knowing what would happen to her. Nall continued. “Have fun fucking her, I know you wanted to do this the moment you saw her. I want you to enjoy her.” She stood back two paces, staring at the lovemaking intently. Her command was something he would have done regardless, but he obeyed, plugging his dick at a leisurely pace into the pale, black-haired woman.
With her mind filled to bursting with pure eroticism, her expression an unmasked vision of pure and unrestrained sexual delight, Isaac found her much more beautiful than the gloomy but attractive post-happiness girl in the museum shop. They changed positions again, Isaac wanting to do her from behind and feel her huge breasts in his hands, hanging low and heavy, their weight swinging with his thrusts. They switched again, with her on top, but him still doing most of the work – his muscular arms pushing her ass upwards and dropping her down onto his dick. Finally, enjoying the second position the most, Isaac returned to doing her from behind, enjoying the sight of her naked, pale ass and back, her head hanging down and hair in a tangled mat on the bedsheets as his dick slid in and out, in and out, slowly but relentlessly. He couldn’t get enough of her massive breasts, the softball-sized melons like playthings in his hands.
When he went to switch her position again, thinking he wanted to do her from the front and see her huge boobs bounce up close as he fucked her, she suddenly shifted and gripped his dick, her mouth descending and opening wide. Before he could react his head passed her lips and he groaned, his pussy-soaked shaft filling her mouth completely and stopping just short of the back of her throat. Not even half of his pole was buried within her mouth, he saw; she wasn’t any kind of deep-throat expert like Nall. Nonetheless, the end of his shaft was the most sensitive part of his body at that moment, and he was already very hot by that point; he placed his hands on the back of her head and let her begin to slowly bob up and down. Her hands were on the base of his cock, stroking him up and down in a mismatched pace to her sucking. He felt her earnestly working in her tongue, but was hampered by how his massive cock dominated her whole mouth, filling it up completely. Her head backed up all the way to his tip and her tongue laved his head, and he felt another dollop of pre-come release into her mouth.
Despite being a good-looking, shapely, large-breasted beauty, Isaac was beginning to notice that Electra didn’t seem very experienced; he’d felt the occasional brush of teeth on his dick, though he quickly forgave that – reminding himself that his new oversized dick, Nall’s “gift”, was probably big enough to make it difficult not to get at least some teeth on it. Nall seemed to manage without doing that, somehow. Electra’s instincts were well-meaning but both now and when he’d been fucking her, she wasn’t doing as much to stimulate him back as she probably thought she was. All the same, he felt determined to utterly satisfy her, and her attention had enthusiasm if not expertise, and he liked that she had no qualms about sucking a dick so utterly soaked in her own wetness. A distant sense of boiling in his ball foretold his impending release, and he noted the penetrating gaze of Nall. She would be very disappointed if he came into her mouth, and he felt a sudden compulsion to sink his cock back into her pussy, and knew it was Nall’s mind control. He automatically pulled out, shifting the compliant Electra back onto all fours and lining himself up, then burying his pole into the fair-skinned girl once again.
He felt the deep twitch and sensation of building that signaled his inevitable orgasm. Determined to make her come first, he set himself to it, one hand moving to her clit and frigging away as the other alternatingly supported his weight, repositioned her, or simply tweaked her sensitive breasts. Isaac was rewarded with her increasing gasps, and he could feel the twitching within her own pussy walls too; knowing his own cock was a slow volcano, he took his time, pushing her beyond the edge again. It was easier than he thought, and he realized he must have had her teetering on the brink of her own orgasm for some time, but the girl had never become demanding or tried to force her own satisfaction.
The powerful force of pleasure emanated from his deep groin and built upwards, surging into the tip of his dick; he felt his balls pulsing, pumping their special seed hard and firing it down his shaft. Gripping her hips tightly by instinct, he bottomed out his cock and let his come loose. The first jet, a squirt of enough come to fill a small paper cup, blasted his mind with a short pulse of overriding, mammoth pleasure. He had only a second of respite before another pulse, and his balls pumped away, delivering a second, then a third, and fourth rope of semen deep inside her. His orgasm continued on and on, well beyond the normal male orgasm, pumping superhuman supplies of quarkware-modified white semen within her fertile body.
Finishing, Isaac felt exhausted, and exhilarated. He had been noticing that coming inside fertile women was very different from just coming, as he did with Nall often; it was not only more pleasurable, but a more basic, primal, and utterly satisfying experience. He knew the feeling was artificial, a product of the mind-control placed on him as part of his transformation into this Patriarch that Nall wanted him to be. He felt another sensation diminish, one he hadn’t been consciously aware of; the heat that had spread throughout his body when he began to come, part of his change into the creature Nall wanted, had been at work – increasing his muscle mass, acting on his mind and pheromones, bringing him closer to perfection for her mission. He fell down onto his ass, leaning his increased weight backward on one hand as his slick cock plopped down, going limp.
Nall came back to the bed from where she’d been sitting nearby, playing with herself. He could see she hadn’t come, her pussy still dripping wetness; watching him impregnate women apparently lit her on fire, causing her body to go into sexual overdrive. He figured this was just as likely part of the process, the combination of effects that was turning them into an ideal pair of... he didn’t even know what. Predators? Caretakers? Progenitors? Electra was still on all fours, her belly now growing just as expected. Eggs were taking form inside her, expanding to fill her body up to ripeness. The process didn’t take very long, or at least not in the two previous incidences in his experience. Nall guided the helpless girl, who now was finally almost as pleasure-drunk as Jessica had been, onto her back – this time, rather than a headrest, Nall herself laid her back against the headboard and used her own nude, dark body to support Electra from behind. The contrast in their skin tones, and the defenseless and expanding Electra, her hands on her warm and growing center, supported by the dark, mysterious, and controlling Nall was alluring. The knowledge that Electra was in this state due mainly to Nall’s control and influence excited him for some reason. Some part of him was deeply attracted to Nall’s predatory side, he finally admitted to himself.
Electra turned to kiss Nall, their tongues dancing for a moment. Nall broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, and Electra nodded. She let Electra’s body slide sideways a bit, lowering the girl’s head, and exposing one of Nall’s breasts. Nall herself moved so that the breast was accessible to Electra, and suddenly the breast also grew, filling with the special milk that would help Electra’s body with its load of eggs. Electra sucked greedily, taking messy gulps of the white fluid. Some of it dripped down between them and soaked the bedsheets below. Isaac felt something he didn’t expect – his cock released a dab of pre-come into the hand fisting the semi-limp organ, already in the beginning of its recovery.
He knew the power that surged in him when he came also changed him and made him stronger, and he realized it probably also improved his sexual stamina and recovery time. Right now, while he felt satisfied, he knew he would also soon be able to come again if he wished – but the raw, raging desire wouldn’t return, at least for a while, unless he wanted it to. He watched Electra drain the other breast, then the pale girl’s hand went back to the nipple and seemed to plead with Nall. Her belly was now quite round, looking very pregnant. Nall’s breasts filled with milk again, and Electra’s mouth closed wetly over a dark brown nipple, then moved to the other, draining both within minutes.
To Nall’s surprise, Electra wanted even more. The pale woman continued to suck, her body becoming quite heavy and practically immobile, it was filled so large with eggs. She looked half again as pregnant as a human woman at full term, probably still able to walk but not well. The mass dwarfed her well-toned legs and arms, and even her massive breasts; it dominated her whole body. He knew her time would be soon. Nall sensed it as well when Electra suddenly stopped drinking. She had barely gotten one hand in front of Electra’s pussy when the first egg popped out. It wasn’t like when Jessica’s egg-laying began, or even the small experience Nall had had; the egg actually popped out, moving with some force of its own and rolling a short distance on the bed. It was followed a second later by another, and another.
Nall seemed alarmed, the eggs coming much faster than she’d anticipated; she gestured to Isaac, who came over and happily assisted with moving the warm eggs as they emerged and rolled out along the sheets from Electra’s slowly shrinking belly. Nall occasionally whispered things in the girl’s ear and played with her breasts, stimulating Electra and keeping her on the edge. Even though he knew he shouldn’t let himself be drawn into the twisted scene, despite himself Isaac’s dick stiffened further and he carefully let each little grey sphere fall into his palm, the wetness of Electra’s body coating each one with a sheen of slick goo. In between eggs, a flow of a gel-like substance oozed out of Electra’s pussy, puddling on his bedsheet and making for an increasingly large mess. The heat of it surprised him, and for some reason he didn’t mind; it seemed very natural for this to be a gooey, sticky process, it only seemed to add to the transcendent eroticism of Electra’s egg-laying bliss.
Isaac didn’t even bother to count the eggs, he only knew it was more than Jessica laid after he’d made love to the smaller woman who was his neighbor. Occasionally he noticed Electra looking down with heavy-lidded eyes at herself, though he wasn’t sure if she actually understood what was going on. Her sight seemed to drift around, first focusing on her own belly, then the eggs she was laying, over to Isaac’s stiff dick laying out flat on the bedsheet, leaking its own clear fluid into the sopping mess her body was making of his bed.
It took almost twenty minutes, but Electra’s stomach gradually returned to normal, and the flow of eggs slowed and stopped. Electra’s state didn’t seem to lift, her mind still lost in the throes of some erotic force only she could truly understand. Nall felt around on her stomach and pressed on it, moving her hand all over the other girl’s belly, feeling for any remaining eggs within. She apparently felt none, and nodded. Electra seemed very weak in her arms, still awake, but drained, yet she was left extra-sensitive from the experience. Nall shifted, coming out from behind her and inspected a few specimens from the pile of eggs on the bed, her body still sweaty and her legs slick with the goo from Electra’s pregnancy. She was clearly almost as exhausted as the other two, but seemed even more satisfied than either.
Seeing her so primally, basically happy in that moment stirred something within Isaac; sooner or later I’m going to have to deal with my feelings about Nall, he realized. Even knowing she’d practically enslaved him and was using his body and mind for her own questionable purposes, he still shared a deep bond with the powerful, unique alien woman, and though she was from another galaxy and they hadn’t even known each other for a week he felt like he understood her as he had no other woman in his life previously. Nall looked over at him, sliding fingers through her black hair to push it back, and she gave a little smile to him. For an instant, he could have almost believed she was looking at her lover.
“I’m getting some beacons. No rush.” She glanced at Electra, and then saw Isaac’s dick was almost completely hard again, and gave a knowing grin. He felt a little angry with himself, knowing having an erection again so soon indicated to her that he was further along in her ‘process’. She spoke softly to him, nodding her head at the still-helplessly super-aroused Electra. “Go on. She deserves it. Finish her off. But don’t come inside her yourself, her body can’t take a second load of your stuff so soon.” He nodded, and shifted the helpless girl on the bed. She moaned piteously as he positioned her with her ass at the edge of the bed and spread her legs, kneeling down. With a slow and delicate touch, his tongue laved her clit, eliciting an immediate long groan from her.
Her hands went to his head and tried to push him away weakly, her body involuntarily trying to protect the sensitive region, but he easily overpowered her, keeping up his tongue’s attention on her clit and lips. Isaac’s hand went to his own shaft, and he found that whatever force Nall had had compelling him was gone; he was free to stroke himself and his hand flew along his pole. Despite coming inside this girl very satisfyingly less than half an hour ago, he felt the response in his cock and knew he would come again soon. He knew his cock wouldn’t blow a huge and powerful load like before, but he still felt he had a little something inside his balls he could coax them into pumping out.
One hand stroking his own pole, Isaac licked away at Electra. It took less than thirty seconds of licking at her clit and a couple fingers inside her pussy and she came, very slowly; he kept tonguing her for almost another minute as she writhed in slow motion, long and gradual waves of pleasure washing throughout her as her body reacted to the stimulation of her clit when it was unnaturally sensitive. He was aware of the sound of Nall activating one of the warp beacons and beginning to send away the eggs, but he let himself get lost in the sensation of her body’s languid orgasm, surrounding his face and happening all around his tongue and lips. He felt like he could sense every extremity and sensation, every emotion and thought running through her, as her whole being was centered at that moment on what he did to her pussy; it was a powerful feeling, like ownership, but sensual and erotic.
As she was coming down, the long orgasm fading into a deep sleep, he felt a clutching pleasure in his own cock, and pulses as his balls once again performed their task. Jets of come – minimal for him now, but still copious in comparison to what he could have released prior to encountering Nall – spurted down onto the hardwood below, cooling slowly in a wild pattern of thin lines and large white globs. The gouts lost their force quickly, turning into a slow dribble of semen dripping down into the mess he’d made on the floor.
After he recovered, he helped Nall get rid of the large number of eggs; there were even more than when he filled Jessica with his come, and he ignored the goop he’d left on the floor for now. Nall eyed it as they got rid of the last of the eggs, then smiled at him. He knew what she was happy about; his ability to harder and more often was growing, which meant she could begin to find more and more girls and be rewarded with hundreds more eggs. She would probably want him to start doing this more than once a day, he realized. His ability to fight, to take a stand against her single-minded dedication to the mission, was dwindling every time he experienced a little more of the life she intended for him. He resolved himself to try even harder.
“You’re getting better.” She stated it matter-of-factly, but also with a hint of satisfaction. She covered Electra with a blanket, tucking the other girl in. Electra would be out for a long time, probably ten or twelve hours if Nall had been correct when she explained to him the effect egg-laying was supposed to have on human women.
“I guess I am.” He didn’t see any reason to contradict her on this particular point; it was just a fact.
“Tomorrow we find another. Maybe two if I think you’re ready.” She took the head of his dick, still sticky, into her hand, the wide glans filling her palm. “And we see if we can make you shoot a few more times before you sleep tonight. It helps the process.”