💕👽😈The Market: Part 9 Obsidian Breeder #AILF10 😈👽💕
Obsidian crossed his hands low on his waist, smoothing his dark clawed fingers against the sensing stones embedded in the back of his hands.
He moved his hands gently, his gaze fixed on the prone form of the female human.
His hands. They throbbed uncomfortably, joined in their pulsing sometimes by the orb embedded centrally in his forehead.
The sensing was a cursed problem. Ever since he had connected breath with the human female on her delivery by the Sales Master, they had not ceased their dull ache.
Only when he was within scenting distance of the female did the throbbing ease, to be replaced by another throbbing, low in his spine, pulsing through his mating shaft that oozed slick, dark inky pods of sperm along its central grooved channel.
Lena had been resting, half asleep, half awake when two meaty, tentacles had sneaked out of the water, circling each ankle to drag her towards the edge of the pool. She smiled gently to herself as she awakened.
Obsidian had no plans to learn the courtesy of her human society any time soon.
“I wish to now show you my world” Obsidian had said simply.
“Well, no need to drag me around. You could just ask” Lena had huffed
“Ask? I do not ask. I take what is mine, for I need no permission” Obsidian had responded, rising to loom over her. His hands and burly arms had slammed down, caging her on either side, opening his mind further for her. Lena had felt no ego or arrogance, merely a firm confidence in his position as leader of the Url peoples. And desire, banked but rising rapidly like a rolling tide
“Here” Obsidian had nodded at his left hand, the one on which a bronze coloured tube wristlet circled.
“This is our breathing tube connector” He explained.
Lena had watched in fascination as the wristlet had uncoiled. When she shrieked instinctively, Obsidian’s hands had shot out, holding her still by her shoulders.
“I said hold still, woman” he huffed playfully as one end of the tube darted with speed down her throat and split, one half flattening to block her nasal passages whilst the other burrowed to clench in a familiar grip in her trachea. A slight pinch was all she felt as the other end of the tube lashed then slipped between the slim, delicate tentacles that sat like a fringe around his cheeks and upper neck.
Obsidian ignored the searing pain as the tube latched onto the central valve of his oxygenator, syphoning off a portion of the oxygen he created for Lena’s use.
“I now show you my world” Obsidian wrapped his meaty tentacles around her and slipped backwards into the pool without further warning. Lena scrunched her eyes and sucked in a deep breath.
Her initial panic at being plunged under water was quickly overcome as the breathing tube pumped air into her lungs, the excess released as tiny bubbles from her mouth. Cautiously opening her eyes she looked around in amazement at the hive of activity and beauty of the underground world.
“This is amazing, Obsidian” the thoughts flew unbidden from her. She felt him swell with pride and realised that he had been anxious for her approval.
“This is my domain” he said. “I am pleased that it pleases you”
Lena spent that day travelling through the transit pools, only realising this was a massive spaceship, a battlestation when they ascended a whirlpool to the observation dome to see the Earth, ringed with satellites and spaceships.
Lena swam up to the clear viewing area, pressing her hands against the soft gel surface. Obsidian kept to the rear of the view space, the breathing tube lengthening at the distance between them. He settled on the roiling mass of his tentacles and levelled a brooding gaze at the female who floated facing the dome.
His eyes feasted on her dark hair that fanned out behind her, the curved sides of her breasts that and shoulders and the rounded globes of her flanks. She had been eating well and had filled out from the thin and gaunt female passed to him by the Sale Masters.
Her scent had changed recently, the pheromones strong and heady as they swirled around her. He had taken to swimming below her as other rash males had scented her in the water and foolishly sought opportunity to taste what was his.
Obsidian curled his largest tentacles tighly against his torso, the suckers gripping with barely held fury as his possessiveness flared. He snapped them out, creating a soundwave like a depth charge which pushed a circle water away from him in a surly ripple.
He moved the swim up behind her, pressing the hard slabs of his pectorals and abs against her back. His fron tentacles curved beneath her, twining around her legs to support and turn her to face him.
“You are mine” his words were growled and sank into her head with dark promise. Her body shuddered involuntarily, the quick shiver felt by his tentacles that smoothed down her slim back, across her ribs and lower stomach in gentle caress.
He drew her away from the dimly lit dome, deeper towards the area he assigned as his private quarters. Cradling her in front of him, his dark eyes bored into hers. The time for speaking was over. Tentacles first he dived into his lair.
The underwater cove was lit from above by the warm light that filtered through the opening in the roof.
“You have tempted me for long enough” Obsidian’s thoughts rolled through her mind, causing another shiver of desire to work its way through her body, and settle in a flood of heated need in her core.
“It is time for me to truly sample your delights” the wave of desire that flooded her mind made her arch in response, her heavy lidded eyes closing as she allowed him to tip her back across his largest tentacles.
Obsidian stroked her body with his tentacles, the suckers skimming with delicious possession over her face, down her neck, along the smooth swell of her breasts to tweak her rosy nipples with unrestrained pleasure.
A steady stream of bubbles rose and cascaded away from her mouth as she groaned in pleasure.
“Do you submit to me? Shall I grant your wish for pleasure?” Obsidian’s words smoothed through her mind, thick with desire and the promise of fulfilment
“Yes” Lena responded, her thoughts were clear and strong “I am yours” The thought rose unbidden in her mind, more certain that any thought she had in her life
“He grabbed her thighs, pushing her lower body up to his tentacle framed mouth. The tentacles swept over her thighs, wrapping with sinuous grace around them, swirling across her lower torso, caressing every inch of her warm silken skin.
Lena stiffened in fear as the cartilage of his beak pushed through her slick wet folds, widening her opening for his thick centrally ridged tongue that pushed with determined force deep into her channel.
“Do not fear, little one” Obsidians thoughs pulsed through her mind “let me care for your needs”
Obsidian flicked his grooved tongue insistently along her slick walls, savouring her unique scent and flavour as he massaged the soft bundle of nerves in the roof of her channel. His mating shaft extruded suddenly, the grooved tentacle stiffening with agonising pleasure as the pods of spermatophores pushed inexorably along its thickening length.
Obsidian fought for control he ignored the insistent demand he felt to possess her fully, concentrating on tasting her, giving her pleasure as she twisted in ecstasy beneath his mouth.
Her orgasm was sudden, wild as a crashing wave as it coursed through her body, causing her to stiffen then thrash beneath him.
“Oh! It’s too much!” Lena’s thoughts flashed in his mind, her body jerking instinctively away as if in escape.
Growling in need, his tentacles around her thighs tightened in response to her instinctive movement. His hands shot out, wrapping his fingers across her pelvis, the sharp claws of his right hand digging dangerously into her smooth skin. His upper face began to be leached of his dark colouring as he felt her soft body rising with the water underneath him.
His tentacles wrapped around cradling the sides of her head and flicking across her neck.
“No, little one” he rumbled with dark promise “it is not yet nearly enough”
Her hands flew out as another orgasm pulsed, threatening to break over her. Her legs swayed on either side of his head, stilling as his larger neck tentacles reached out to wrap around her lower thigh, moving one leg to hang languidly across his shoulder.
“Yes, hold on to me” Obsidian encouraged, the heat of desire racing across each tentacle, each sucker becoming super sensitive as they skimmed, caressed, and stroked over her skin. He could feel the tensing of her channel, so slick, warm and heated under his tongue. But this time, he promised himself, she would attain her pleasure seated on his head of his thick pulsing shaft.
He dragged himself away, his beak retreating from her gaping pussy as one of his tentacles stroked across her warm round flanks.
“You are mine to do with as I desire” he intoned fiercely, his facial tentacles releasing her thighs as he grabbed and spread the smooth globes of her ass.
The tentacle smoothed its way across the valley between her ass cheeks, the sensitive tip circling her dusky, puckered hole with dark intent. Lena’s eyes flew open, a flutter of unsettled desire flickering to life with every gentle bur firm sweep of his tentacle at her forbidden entrance
“How do you hear my command?” Obsidian rose above her, his hands squeezing her rear as he stared down into her eyes. His deep set eyes were hooded with desire, glittering with need as they bored into hers.
“Ohgodohgodohgod, Yes. Yours!” Lena’s impassioned thoughs swelled in his mind, causing his hands to grow almost punishing in its grip as he lined up the sensitive tip of his tentacle and pushed with dark intent past the tight ring of her asshole.
Her mouth opened in a soundless cry of pleasure, to be filled with the tentacle that had been lapping around her neck. It pushed into her mouth curling and sucking against her tongue, vibrating in pleasure as she responded, her slick pink tongue battling with the firm but gentle thrusting tp of his tentacle as it invaded the small warm cave of her mouth.
Other tentacles stroked her shoulders, neck, the suckers offering light kisses along her neck and jaw, before sweeping across the soft swells of her breasts to settle with unerring aim on her hardening nipples. The delicate tentacle tips swept over the puckering aureole, suckers kissing and pinching the swollen, turgid peaks in co-ordinated pulses.
Obsidian cupped her ass, squeezing her flesh as he worked his tentacle deeper into her dark passage. He smiled to himself, her shudders increasing as he moved her up and down the shaft.
The breathing connector shortened instinctively as Obsidian leaned further over her, his face tentacles sweeping across her stomach then up past her swollen breasts to stroke her face lovingly.
“My mate” his voice murmured in her mind, his lower tentacles swirling to keep them stationary as he came down on top of her, and settled between her legs. He moved his hands over her pelvis, using them to spread her legs wider until his muscular torso fit between her silken thighs.
“Lena” his voice groaned in her mind as the head of his pulsing grooved shaft nudged and stroked between her slick folds. He knew the routine, having been drilled into him since he was a young spawn. The mating shaft once inserted deep in the females clutching mantle should be immediately detached, the spermatophore pods left to fertilise her eggs as the female chooses.
Remaining this close to the mating female put him at risk of not just being eaten during mating but from attack by other rutting males.
Obsidian breathing bladder pulsed heavily as he and Lena sucked air into their lungs.
He sank further into his secluded cove, moving away from the entrance and prying tentacles. He needed to breed her.
His shaft pulsed, swollen, red tipped angrily as he stroked through her slick folds his hips pushing and grinding between her spread thighs.
“Look” He grabbed the nape of her head, holding her up, forcing her eyes open as she struggled to look down past the tentacle still sensually working its way in her mouth, bumping its tip against the back of her throat.
“Look at what you do to your king and Master” The head of his mating shaft was thick and slick, oozing the inky gel of his pre-cum as it smoothed the spermatophore pods through the shaft. He needed to enter his mate.
As her groan of desire pulsed through his tentacle, he involuntarily pushed beyond slipping down into her throat. She gagged, causing him to withdraw cautiously, his eyes rolling back into his head slightly as she grabbed his tentacle, sucked the tip of his tentacle hard, pulling it back down her throat.
“Ah. Fuck. Fuck. There, take it. Take me as I fill you. I am a quivering wreck, little one” he groaned “I am become like an untried spawn at its first mating.”
He bent low over her face and she grabbed his shoulders, pulling his muscular torso close as her legs lifted and gripped his waist.
‘This is it. The time is nigh’ he thought dazed ‘She will strangle me now to consume me at a later time’
Obsidian expected a wave of fear of disgust to wash over him at the prospect, but was surprised at how much at peace he felt.
So be it.
He reared up, positioned his shaft at her slick entrance, driving himself in her hot wet depth.
“Though you kill me, I cannot pull from you. From this” He reared again, then buried himself to the hilt, hissing as her tight channel grasp and clutch at him like a fist.
‘This will be over before it has begun’ the thought burned through his brain like a streak of lightning. Not so. If he was to die at her hand, it would only be after he was well satisfied.
“Do. Not. Fucking. Move” his voice gritted out the order in her mind, as he held his torso rock hard, immobile as stone as he fought for control.
Lena felt the burning stretch as his shaft breached her and craved more. She felt Obsidian in her, around her and shuddered in ecstasy. She wanted, no needed him to lose control. To be the predator, conquering her fears, owning her, mind and body in that moment.
“I can’t hold back. I need to – “ he gasped, the shower of bubbles emerging around the tentacles to swirl upwards and away.
“I must! Forgive me. Thrust. I must-“ the words were tumbling from his heated mind, jumbled and smothered with desire as he rose high over her as his hips drew back and started a pounding pace, stroking in and out of her slick heat.
Obsidian looked down, the white heat of passion spiking further, coiling low in his spine and racing along his shaft as she squirmed underneath him, her eyes heavy lidded as she felt the head of his shaft pulsing.
He huffed with satisfaction as her eyes widened from the slight pinch as his shaft first coaxed, then pushed firmly up and through the swollen mouth of her cervix before it unfurled, a three petalled flower in her womb.
“Yes, fill me. Make me yours!” Lena’s mind cried out as she arched, the burning heat of release rolling out from her core, racing across each nerve as she bucked and thrashed beneath Obsidian.
His tentacles smoothed across her skin, his thrusts becoming more powerful but less controlled.
Obsidian threw back his head and roared. Lodging his shaft high inside her he sparked a third orgasm. As she shook and trembled beneath him, the heavy thick rush of his gel filled pods coursed through his shaft and dripped like molten syrup into her womb.
The feeling was a sensual release, heavy, alien.
To be continued? Let me know what you think in the comments below