#AILF10 The Breeder Market Part 9: Obsidian, Breeder King

πŸ’•πŸ‘½πŸ˜ˆThe Market: Part 9 Obsidian Breeder #AILF10 πŸ˜ˆπŸ‘½πŸ’•

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. 

“Be still”

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.

 

 

Obsidian and Jalena

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. 

Now.

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. 

Heavenly. 

 To be continued? Let me know what you think in the comments below

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#AILF10 The Breeder Market: Part 8: Mindscapes and Understandings

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A few days or weeks later, she had no more sense of how much time had passed, when Lena had a surprise. 

The smaller side wall of her chamber flickered, then lit up in a comm call with her extremely happy and content sister. Lena had listening with fascination about Katerina’s new life and the fate of the bratva.

 

 “I wish everyone could be as happy as me”  Katerina sighed, leaning against the long, lean torso of her mate. There was no mistaking the calm smile on her sister’s face. Lena smiled at the image, her eyes misting with tears.

 

“You need to be happy, Lena” Katerina said as their conversation drew to a close “Obsidian is a good leader and I see how his people and mine – “ she looked up to her mate in adoration as his chest hummed with appreciation of her phrasing “ – his people and mine have a symbiotic agreement to protect their worlds from their enemies”

 

Lena had been thoughtful after the call as they promised to keep in touch.

The Url had not harmed her, she thought absently.  OK, all the hair except for above her nose had been removed, and she had a worrying suspicions about her left pinky  – which sometimes felt slightly numb and had ached for a while. Otherwise she had been looked after very well.

 

Her discussions with Obsidian had become less charged with fear. 

At first, Obsidian – or rather his head and scenting tentacles –  would emerge from the pool, the dark central orb in his forehead seeming to pulse and shimmer as his eyes landed on her. 

 

He had initially taken to glaring at her before silently slipping back underwater.

 

She had returned his glare until one day she had reached out through the fog in her mind towards him, and recoiled at the throbbing pain that seemed to consume his mind.

 

His eyes had widened briefly at her as the sharp pain disappeared, leaving behind a dull ache in his groin, a pain that was altogether much more promising as it coursed through his body and sparked along his tentacles. He had slipped away that day and returned later with a clear gel pod filled with small coral figurines and some sand. 

 

He had spread the sand along the pool edge in deliberate ridges, hills and valleys, then set up the pearlescent figurines in a formation that looked suspiciously like a board game.

Intruiged, Lena had inched towards the set up touching the figurines.

 

It was a Url strategy game, clearly. 

Obsidian had slowly pulled his humanoid torso up beyond the pool surface his arms folded across his chest.

Eyes fixed on the layout he slowly moved one of the figurine pieces, dragging it deliberately through one of the sand banks before repeating the action with a similar looking piece from the group of figurines closest to her.

 

 The pale Url had visited regularly, more frequently over the last few days. 

His touch had been impersonal as he examined her, spending a bit more time than necessary, she felt, on her left hand, waving his tentacles in satisfaction at what he observed. ‘Strange’ Lena thought ‘this guy is so strange’.

He had shown her some of the more advanced moves of the game, telling her its name. The sound was intelligible so Lena had dubbed the game ‘Clams & Lobsters’ 

 

The next time Obsidian appeared, Lena had tentatively reached out her mind to Obsidian as she executed her latest game skills. She had felt him stiffen, then relax as she moved the pieces, and was delighted when Obsidian exhaled a short loud grunt of surprise as she found herself claiming the winning position on the sandboard.

 

“Ha! I see Grandmaster Serf Healer has shared some of his strategies with you.” Obsidian said, the smile in his mind voice unmistakable.

 

“I shall see to it that I am not so easily conquered next time, little human” Obsidian had chuckled as he set up the figures and smoothed the sandboard into position.

Each day they had played a game. Lena’s wins were few and far between and hard fought. 

 

Obsidian used game time as a distraction for his human female, allowing her to get used to his tentacles, thoughts and close presence.

 

They had argued strategy and once, following a doubles session  – she had teamed up with Serf Healer against Obsidian and Grey Wraith – she had won and flung her arm delightedly around the Serf Healer.  The rumbling roar of jealous possession Obsidian had emitted had caused the Serf Healer to flicker dark green and black ropes of colour across his skin. He waved his tentacles in laughter at her, but quickly skittered away from her reach, and a safe distance from the raised tentacles of Obsidian. 

 

“Don’t be a meanie, O” Lena had chided Obsidian, who had reached out to encircle her in his tentacles, pulling her against his warm chest 

 

“No one touches what is MINE” he grumbled darkly. The fire in his eyes fed and answering heat in her core as he returned her to the chamber floor.

 

 

The final scene for this particular story arc follows

#AILF10 The Breeder Market Part 7: Lena’s Bride Price

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Her mind had been flooded with images, thoughts and scenes of worlds so vivid, Lena knew they could not be her own.  The massive barren landscapes flooded with water that held new life and a new hope for the Url, the galactic world scaping, each section assigned for either guardianship or ‘harvest’, the all encompassing political term used to describe the plunder, whole sale slavery or food farming wo which many of these unsuspecting  worlds would subjected . The current as yet unresolved argument over the Blue Planet and its solar system neighbours.

 

Her fears about the abduction had slowly eased, as Obsidian had shared his peoples history and the threat of extinction his people faced.  He had initially spoken with her from the safe distance of the transit pool in the chamber.  But, his tentacles had a mind of their own, initially skittering across the pool surface before cautiously travelling the distance between them, sinuous and hypnotic in their movement. A replicator had been installed, along with a bedding area and the chamber temperature had been adjusted. 

 

She had been provided with very few clothes. The long shift she found one morning next to the edge of the pool seemed to be made of a myriad of long, supple multi shaded green seaweed. It was soon not needed as one day she received a visit.  The pale Url, Serf Healer, had attended soon after her awakening dragging a large pod of what looked like clear gel behind him.  

 

“This is newly formulated” he had explained. 

“For what, exactly?” Lena had eyed the human sized clear pod cautiously. They had struck up an easy friendship as he taught her the complex strategy game of the Url. The sand-board game, Rising Clams and Lobster, pitted wits to build fortunes by choosing Clam or Lobster forces. 

 

“Our Lord Obsidian has commanded it” Serf Healer said cryptically as his tentacles shot out, gripped her torso and dipped her like a biscuit up to her eyeballs in the gel. If had a slight scent of sea breeze and clung to her skin for an instant before sinking in.

 

“Warm and now waterproof” the Serf Healer had grunted, nodded once.

“Lord Obsidian demands your obedience” he said softly “he has been hurt in the past and even now leads his people with no thought for himself”

 

“You just can’t just abduct people, though” Lena had argued weakly , her mind reeling with the thought of having been purchased as a sample.

“Actually, we don’t. “ the Url had responded

“ The Sales Master however can and often hires Retulans, you know them as Greys, to do the first stage of the harvest. Your world is overpopulated. You do not value life or the resources on your planet. It is right that we impose a higher authority on your species.”

Lena had shifted uncomfortably, knowing the Url spoke/ thought the truth.

 

“I have a sister… a younger sibling” Lena had explained further as she met a wall of confused thoughts.

“A sibling? You are not rivals? You do not attack each other?” The Serf Healer stared at her without comprehension.

 

Feeling through her thoughts he said slowly, “She is important to you” the Url had stated, his confused thoughts giving way to understanding. 

 

This was not the Url way.  But now, nothing was the Url way.

 

They kept mostly to themselves, newborns swimming away immediately in self preservation. They were not the most sociable of species.

 

 He had been looking for ways to lift the feeling of helpless despair the human seemed to project. Lord Obsidian had ordered the healer to find ways to address this.

“Yes, I have been trying to help her ever since our parents were killed” Lena had said sadly.

 

“If I am able to identify what has become of her, would this please you” Obsidian had risen out of the pool, arriving silently, as he often did.

 

His habit of rising to full height rather than just his domed head was as if to show Lena the similarity in their forms, well at least their upper body.

 

“I would be so grateful” Lena had risen to her feet and moved to the edge of the pool, her eyes bright with unshed tears.

“Then it shall be done” Obsidian had slipped back silently into the clear azure depths of the pool.

 

“Lena, our Lord Obsidian will see it done” the pale Url had patted her arm gently before moving towards the pool. Tossing the gel pod in front of him he advised “spend time in the pool in exercise. You will not feel cold”

 

Lena had taken his advice, donning the seaweed suit and swimming in the pool, careful to keep away from the fierce central currents. 

 

Lena tests her waterproofing

 

A few times she had felt the large dark brooding figure of Obsidian moving stealthily below her in the much deeper blue depths, tentacles pulsing languidly in time with her strokes. Sometimes his mind reached out to her in conversation,  but most times not. He seemed content to swim below her, ‘Like a surly bad tempered bodyguard’ Lena had joked to herself, then sobered, remembering the bratva and her captivity at their hands.

 

The few times Lena had tried to dive further to explore the bright lights and rippling colours she saw flickering in the distance below he had shot upwards, wrapping large tentacles around her and guided her back to the surface. “You are not yet ready” He had said simply. 

 

“But soon”

 

 

The final scene for this particular story arc follows…

#AILF10 The Breeder Market Part 2: Underwater, but no, this is soooo not Aqua Man

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#AILF10

The cargo hold was quiet. 

The slow regular breaking of the thousands of humans abducted from the last run across the surface the only sound, like the whisper of a giant forest in summer.

 

A quiet beep, then the boom of the automated arm swung down from the bay ceiling, its movement a sinister hiss on silent tracks. It jerked to a stop in front of a pod, its suction head locked onto the ID plate and grasping mechanism.  A slight tussle, then the arm retracted, slowly pulling the hexagonal tube from its housing. 

 

The young brunette female inside was jostled around, then slid down the tube to curl on the base as it was held aloft and then placed in the transport tunnel at the end of the stacked bay.

The whoosh of air was the only sound heard as the tube was whisked away.  Job complete, the automated arm returned to its casing and powered down, ignoring the rapid dull thuds coming from one of the myriad of shelved cargo.

 

The Master of Sales stood, swaying in anticipation poised slightly to the side as, with a swirl the closely interwoven floor discs peeled back, the platform opened and an opaque hexagonal tube rose slowly from beneath the platform housing.  The Master staked his large spindly legs astride the pod, tapping one of its glowing tentacles on the sensor pad of the tube.

The lid of he tube slid open, revealing a naked female, curled at the foot of the tube. Her pale creamy skin was coated in a thick gel. Her slow steady breathing matched the monitor pad within the tube; she was apparently asleep.

 

The Master loomed over the female form, tapping the back of his skull to allow the embedded vid beam to project a large holographic form of the curled woman to the gathered envoys.

 

“Is this sample acceptable, Envoy?” he intoned drily, noting with impersonal distaste the sudden spiking of mating hormones that sharply peppered the air in the observation room.

 

The eyes of the tentacled being locked onto the projection “Gratitudes, yes, but-” 

“We bid patience, envoy” the Master flicked a tentacle for silence as the large image detached from his personal beam and replaced all the images on the screens in the hall.

 

“A gift, from the Marketplace, envoy” the Master waved another tentacle and a smaller version of his species clattered into the hall and marched forward, the small purple orbs that dotted its arms and head flickering with unease.  He stopped at the shimmering wall of the acquatic container and pressed a small gel covered parcel against it. 

The obsidian male stood unmoving as a grey coloured servant swam forward, pulled the parcel into the tank after running a tentacle over it. Satisfied, he rubbed the parcel and, as the gel dissolved, unraveled a flexible, bronze coloured organic tube. As the remainder of the gel dissolved, the tube became animated, swirling and moving in a sinuous motion towards the larger obsidian leader.

 

The tentacled beings quickly recoiled, and swirled away hastily to the far end of the large tank.

“What treachery is this?!” the obsidian being thrust a large tentacle towards the coil, seeking to slap it away, out of the tank.

 

“Hold, envoy” the Master spoke sharply the air crackling with electricity as all stilled.

 

The Master turned and bent over the slumbering form of the woman. Tapping a selection of discs on his chest and arms, the woman stirred and levitated from the tube to lie prone in mid air, her waves of chestnut hair tumbling to sway and swirl around her in the lighter gravity of the room.

 

The Master then beckoned the glowing Purple orbed assistant who came forward, through the security haze, offering a similar gel enclosed parcel in its outstretched hand. 

The Master took it, then waved him back out of the security field. He broke open the gel pack and dropped the coil onto the prone form of the woman. It uncoiled rapidly, then slithered up her torso to press one end of itself between her plump rosy lips and down into her trachea. The other end flattened out to an arrow head shape settling on her lower stomach where it pulsed gently.

 

The Master placed a glowing tentacle on each of her temples, the ends glowing bright as he pushed a soothing vision into her slumbering mind. He drew one of the female’s legs away from her body, indicating with his other arm the glistening moisture that appeared, coating her delicate folds.  

 

“Allow the breather to affix appropriately, envoy” the Master intoned soothingly to the beings in the aqua tank “and then you may commence sampling”

 

The grey being slid forward again, grasping the undulating coil with a wary tentacle as he held it out to the dark leader. The coil unravele, darted towards his head and slipped between the obsidian feeding tentacles. He immediately doubled over, jerking in obvious agony, then, after a short flurry of air bubbles and a choked splutter, the leader uncurled, his upper torso raising to its standing height as he and his tentacles settled down. He returned to the centre of the tank, nodding once, his eyes glued to the woman, roving over her form to settle at the junction between her gently opened thighs.

 

The Dihsul leader suddenly stepped forward, arms outstretched, thick drool slavering from its mouth to slick down his leather vest.

“Permit me to …transfer the female, the sweet smelling female, the sample to the aquatank” he said, his four eyes darting across her form. He turned three of his eyes to the Master, making them as wide and as innocent as he could, the fourth glued to the female. “It would be my honour”

“Indeed. Gratitudes.” the purple orbed assistant muttered drily.

 “We do not concur; we decline” the Master stated quietly.

 

He descended the platform, the hazy swirl of his security field reforming, this time into a tunnel, forming a secure path connecting the route between Master and the aquatank of the tentacled beings. He motioned towards the trusted large grey hued assistant.

 

“Approach. Collect the female for sampling by your leader” He touched the brightest neon pad on his chest and the prone woman slid silently forwards, past the Master, past the gathered envoys who reached forward- to be either burned or badly shocked as they touched the security field. 

 

Overcome and angry, the Dihsul leader suddenly leapt forward, reaching for the female as she briskly slid past his position alongside the security field. His hand slammed to a stop against the security field. He bellowed once in pain and rage, jerking his meaty hand off the glowing field as the acrid stench of seared flesh on his palm reached his flared nostrils.

 

The woman reached the shimmering wall of the aquatic tank as the obsidian envoy growled suddenly “Halt!”

Turning he waved his tentacles at the other tank occupants “Return now to our quarters, all but you” he pointed a waving tentacle at the grey envoy who had assisted so far

Grey Wraith

 

“You shall bring her to me, then stand guard to the chamber.”

 

“The end of the female’s breather will seal on contact with water, envoy. We advise you attach and connect your coils within 2 earth minutes, unless your wish is to take sample of a corpse. In either case, your account will be billed for all damage or losses”

 

The Master laid a glowing tentacle against the aqua tank. The walls immediately became opaque, the shadowy forms of the tank inhabitants dwindling to a single, imposing silhouette. A meaty tentacle reached forward, wrapped round the ankle of the woman and yanked the body forward in one swift and smooth movement. 

 

Inside the darkened tank, he drew the soft form towards him. The ends of the breather coils snaked together, twisting to seal seamlessly at the arrow head valve.

 

He drew her towards him, noting the steady stream of bubbles that pushed past her rosy lips.

 

His tentacles roiled around him, then slowly, he allowed them to unravel. They skittered over her form, individual suckers delicately learning each dip and swell of her soft body. 

His mating tentacle stood stiff and pulsing, gel oozing from its flared tip. He tasted her strange, slight salty skin with his thin shorter tentacles, his shaft growing impossibly harder with the need to claim the female.

 

His possessive nature reared up. He would not take her here, for all to observe, as if he were no more than a common pleasure palace entertainer. But quite soon he would make her his. That fact was undisputable.

 

He slapped an authoritative tentacle once against the tank for attention

 

“We accept the sample. Install breathers adequate for all the shipment” he stated.

 

“We shall make it so” the Master noted, satisfied, then continued

“Now, as to the matter of supplying the compatible breathers, however” he paused, enjoying the power of a transaction done well, leaving a sting from besting the buyer,

“There is a small, insignificant additional charge” 

“Whatever it is, you shall have it” the obsidian so thoughts were thick, distracted by the female whose soft form bumped against his hard torso. 

 

His dark tentacles wrapped around her, nestling her close to his side. 

 

“Primacy over the trade route between your outermost satellite command post and my home planet” the Master struck swiftly.

 

“Done. It is yours” the obsidian being floated towards the exit of the chamber, the dark inky squirt that clouded the water as the only outward sign of his displeasure at the exorbitant premium.

 

But he would pay it. Willingly

 

And she would suffice.

#AILF10 The Breeder Market: Part 1 – Market Day samples

Welcome to this alien-human maybe darkish read. Let’s see how this unfolds.

 

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The group of envoys stood impassive, each of their swirling blue or gold transaction-orbs pinned or hung around their neck or available appendage. 

 

The curved portable water tanks for the acquatic species that lined the rear wall area filled soundlessly. Their back walls slid open, allowing each of those buyers to swim into place, taking position in their enclosures to join the main group.

 

All eyes were pinned with unerring accuracy on the holovids that adorned the circular booking centre. The scenes showed various aspects of Earth life secretly intercepted from the planet’s communication satellites.

The rooms brightly glowing lights blinked twice then dimmed to the level of luminescence acceptable for what, and who was about to enter to lead the sales.

 

“Honoured beings, We welcome all” the Master of Sales swept into the room, his blue-neon decal glowed eerily in the twilight. His sinewed muscled upper body was cloaked in the black shimmer of a security field. It disintegrated to become a hazy smoke like dome around him as he moved further into the room.

  

“Our gratitudes” The buyers murmured the required response. The sound from the gathered group was acknowledged by a gentle dip of his head in acknowledgement. 

 

“We commence, no?”

The Master ascended to the central platform, the smoky haze settled around him. He gathered all but his longest appendages around him, drawing himself up to his usual nine feet height and, waving his long neon tipped appendages hypnotically, he intoned the sales pitch, unchanged in the hundreds of years since the Galaxire had laid claim to this part of the universe.

“Our galaxies have many needs. Our resources stretched and finite.”

“Our needs are great. Our wisdom vast. ”

“Our worlds have many needs. Our peoples ancient and superior, old. ”

“Our knowledge has increased. Our explorations bold.”

 

“This Earth can meet our needs, its tribes all good for breeding.”

“Their resources raw and ready. Their knowledge low and their rulers needy.”

“We bring them the security of superior leaders.”

“We bring them the justice of judgement, as owners, as breeders.”

 

“Today, we look to providing a diverse group to fit your many tastes and palates.”

“For slave markets, for your pleasure houses.”

“For your battles or arenas. For edible delicacies or as feeders.”

 

“Your lots have been selected. Bids are accepted as final.”

“No further price negotiation is possible.”

 

“Attend us, noble envoys,” the Master raised his tentacles further, the four glowing reciting discs spinning into life.

“Let those who wish to acquire for coin or credit now approach us and be confirmed”.

 

A ragtag group of leather clad Dihsul Warriors came forward. Their leader stepped up, pushing through the silver smoky haze of the security field.

His lower hands gripped his sol-blasters instinctively as he came to a stop in front of the Master, though he knew the weapons were useless, dampened by the security system.

 

“Ah, you return, even as your last transactions remains unpaid” the Master cast his bright blue glare over the creature, and vibrated his neon nasal plates in mock disapproval.

“We have need of more females.” the Dihsul snarled.

“Our last convoy was attacked by dishonourable Sibulians” he glared over his shoulder through the smoky haze in accusation at the stone grey bulk of a Sibulian envoy, who held his gaze, then returned the glare with a dispassionate and discourteous lowering of his sloped brow.

 

“At your honour, then.” the Master touched a neon blue wrist pad, updating the record. The worried frown of the scowling Dihsul cleared as he nodded their thanks, his major and minor eyes blinking in relief. 

The Master waited until the warrior had bowed and stepped back beyond the security shield, his fellow warriors clapping his shoulder in celebration, before he spoke again.

 

“Until such time of redemption” his voice lowered menacingly “the points still accrue on the funds advanced. This sale house shall also take in part payment the offspring from the first of such matings.”

“Fucking cock suck” the Dihsul muttered a curse, which though said low, still reached the ears of the Master, who smiled to himself grimly.

 

“Attend, noble envoys” the Master gestured to the flickering screens that now expanded to show in detail many images of humans.

The most entrancing clips showed humans in their judgement halls, the thousands of spectators baying for blood or bestowing blessings on the victims. A few times the clips showed smaller groups of women, seated and laughing, arguing, sympathising, gesturing heatedly but always together, and apparently observed by an audience of other women seated in brightly lit indoor mini amphitheatres. 

 

The envoys moved closer to the vids, claws, tentacles, chitin covered appendages reaching out to caress or claw at the screens hungrily.

 

“The humans are mainly multi-taskable and quite useful once trained” the Siblian envoy muttered to a fellow buyer. “Their strange smooth skin shows a variety shades; from almost alabaster white to the dark rich colour of the mineral gardens of Benhadhi.”

“Is their taste different too?” A burly Cradruu elbowed his way to a screen showing a large number of human women swaying, marching and moving in time with the discordant Earth music. Each was clad in sparkling garments and wore a white sash with strange markings.

 

“Is this a mating ceremony?”

“Yes” the Sibulian answered with a certainty he did not feel. “I have seen this before” he continued. 

“The human females vie for the hand of the King, who does not attend.  His ambassadors ask the women questions and the victor receives the mating crown.”

The Cradruu stretched his neck further to peer at the faces on screen. 

 

“Look at their features” he said, the slight hum in his placid voice betrayed his excitement and warming libido.

“Even their eyes show variety. Here, some eyes are sloe fruit shaped, there others wide lidded. Some eyes were unadorned and the palest of colours, others heavily painted to accentuate the greys, blues, greens, gold to swirling black centres of their pale white orbs.”

 

“Never trust one of ’em with less than four eyes” the Dihsul leader grunted in mock disgust. His animosity from the reported Sibulian ambush forgotten, replaced by lust at the thought of taking possession of a new batch of fresh meat.  Dihsul warrior Transporters were at liberty to sample the goods. Happily, those females found to have been bred fetched an even greater price in the slave markets.

 

“The lack of more than one set of eyes was once distasteful to some of our species” the telepathic voice of an acquatic obsidian alien bled into the minds of all present “but this is not an issue for our coming breeding purposes”

His fellow envoys swirled around him, their black, silver and gold forms twisted and shimmered as they swam within their viewing tanks.

 

“This planet has been an accidental but very convenient find.” A grey skinned slim One approached, dark unblinking eyes fixed on nothing, yet seeing everything as his thoughts were broadcast in gentle tones. 

 

” It’s natural disasters, lack of either a single or unified approach to caring for its population and the ongoing feuds between neighbouring tribes allow both the mining of the planets heat reserves, and the structured farming of its most densely populated areas.”

 

“And all that, conducted without any significant disruption or discovery.” the Master interrupted brusquely. 

“It is time to-”

“The females do not breath in water” the Obsidian creature snapped suddenly. He swam to the front of his tank, raising himself to vertical stillness., his muscled arms folded across his chest  All but one of his tentacles writhed around him like an inky cloud. The still central, shorter tentacle jutted proudly at his waist. Immobile, thick, bulging and upright, a dark inky, thick gel oozed from the wide slit in its pulsing, reddened tip.

 

“How are we to ensure they meet our needs?” his angry thoughts were laced with frustration.

 

“A sample then” the Master waved a soothing guesturing appendage toward the obsidian being’s tank 

 

“Select a female for demonstration and let us resolve your concern”

 

Want to follow his story?

Part 2 is posted here and my FB page.

Buy My Soul (Sixty Days No2) by Jade West

Buy My Soul (Sixty Days #2)Buy My Soul by Jade West

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

For Jade West, even I will wait

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️Buy My Soul – Jade West⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

 

I hate cliffhangers.

ever since I plunged into the indie community four years ago, I’ve come to know my particular preferences re genre, having a particular penchant for the dark and wickedly decadent BDSM writers. 

 

Jade West has been my go to for the more nerve wracking, utterly without boundaries stories that feed the darker side of my indie romance cravings.

 

But the one thing I really can’t stand is a cliffhanger. So starting in on her Sixty Days series was a leap of faith. Would it be enough to keep me interested? Would it peter out to nothing? And with the heartbreaking death of her long time partner, Jon, this year, would a bereft Jade lose her way…and her edge?

 

I was not disappointed. Jade first looked after Jade and took a minute to rest, grieve and reflect which slightly delayed the release of this, the second part of this trilogy. But then she wrote. 

 

It was so worth the extra wait. Raw and honest and unapologetic.

 

Brandon Grant, the soul damned, wealthy, power and money hungry H, is tortured by past heartbreak and loss, a present crushing business contract, and a future that had no more than descent into a void of hell. Well, that was before sweet, innocent but dirty little Paige Emmerson crossed his path, signing up to the sixty days contract.

 

After rescuing Paige from her ill thought out attempt to negotiate with a drug gang as she tried to buy an exit for her druggie sister, Phoebe, Brandon decides to up her on the schedule, bringing her contract into effect and releasing the current sub from her contract early.

 

It is 60 days of no safe word, no hard limits, nothing to focus on but submission to his cruelly dominant, sadist mastery, each day of pain, punishment and submission live streamed to a baying hungry insatiable mob, a cohort of powerful, well-connected depraved men who pay for the pleasure of sexual pleasure taken with more than a small bite of pain. And the horrifying promise of the last few weeks in the 60 of your body being given over to bidders who have each paid handsomely for the opportunity to further break the elfin h.

 

As their daily interactions grow, Brandon finds himself unable to explain her effect on him. Viewing punters notice and she becomes the most sought after commodity in the history of that dark club.

 

Jade weaves this story with her usual finesse. But there is also an undercurrent of raw pain that streams from each page, and love. Love in spite of what the H throws at Paige (or rather beats her with…or shoves up her) and a meeting of minds in a perfect Master/slave dynamic.

 

The side characters are not well developed beyond being decidedly unpleasant but that is forgivable. The story is not about them.

 

So now I wait. As should you. Or read the first two books if you haven’t yet.

 

Wait for the final part that comes in January. But even if it is delayed, and there is a promise from Jade that it won’t be, still hang on to that cliff. 

 

You never knew where you would end up with Jade. With the passion and pain of this book the finale is bound to be spectacular.

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Rad, the Impaler. AILF1

This is sooooooo #NSFW😈😈

Inspired – intruiged more like – by images posed by @LillyGriffin in the group Romance with Aliens that look like Aliens (https://www.facebook.com/groups/RwATLLA/ (you really need to join this group if you are into seriously freaky sh1tπŸ˜‚) I’ve offered up this smexy little scene for your amusement… 

 

Oh. I’ve named him Radyytchzz, or Rad for short.  

As in Rad, the Impaler… If you’d like more, or I get another hot flash if inspiros I’ll be adding to his story on my page.

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Radyytchzz glared hungrily at Persephone, his lean athletic frame humming with pent up sexual energy

“Yoooo have defied me for the last time, hoooomannnzz” he snarled. 

 

“The name is Seph, you big idiot!” She snapped, trying to lessen the shaky tone in her voice.  “I’m sick of being kept under armed guard, being waited on hand and foot all day in this lair. I’m off to the shops!”

 

Gripping her by the nape he spun her round, ignoring the poor disguise of a tray of pewter tankards and sweetmeats as it flew out of her hand. 

‘Oh, shit’ she mused worriedly  ‘I think I’ve done it this time’

 

“Erm, Rad? Rad, honey..”

 

“Do not Rad-honi me, I forbid it!” he muttered angrily, his grip tightening slightly as he steered her out of the flight atrium “Your words of subservience will not avert your punishment this time. If you are bred, you will be docile”

 

“Not bloody likely mate!” Seph muttered as Rad snatched the space shuttle tab from her hand and flung it at the terrified cadet. 

 

He slapped the tankard of frothy mead Seph had used as a bribe out of the cadet’s trembling grasp as he passed, his baleful glare at the shaking novice promising a later retribution. He frog marched her across the courtyard, into the banqueting dome and straight  to his main feasting table.

 

The boisterous second meal chatter and eerie seductive music died away, as his closest battalion officers and bevy of serving wenches watched him stride straight to the centre of the hall. He held Steph, his curvy and less than one month contracted Barter-Bride still, shaking her a little as she started to squirm  as he swept the feast of roast grydxch, mead and pewter dining service off the large round feasting table. 

 

Rad had tracked her to the shuttle bay. He knew he should administer the public belting the Empire’s rules demanded for attempted runaways. 

But he could not. 

 

Not when his thoughts thickened so. 

 

His jaw ached from how hard he tried to subdue his arousal. He ground the swollen mating pads in his throat, bringing slight relief, but causing the pre thrust dominance venom to boil up into his upper jaw and flood his small holding fangs. 

 

His white hot haze of anger and lust grew as he remembered not five tikks earlier entering the domed hall, sitting down to his once weekly feed when Groff, his second in command had tapped him playfully on the shoulder to rumble “A feisty Terran bride you have bartered. I envy you”.

 

Rad had looked around, noting his Barter-bride was not sitting on her overstuffed pillow by his leather boots. The spot he distinctly remembered placing her with stern instructions to await him whilst he returned to complete the battle strategy report to Prime V.

 

“Where is the female?” Rad had ground out, his throat pulsed as his dominance pads filled with mating venom. He trusted the honour of his men implicitly, even though she was a tasty morsel of woman.

 

Maybe she had wandered out to the adjoining night garden, The blooms of the curated alien plant species of the Nuknuk plant had a heady fragrance and fruit reminded her of a temple she called a Cho-late-faa-Tri. Whatever that was.

 

Groff, the burly gredfgts ass that he was, had stabbed his warrior’s tri-bladed feeding dagger into a large vat of small wriggling salted pfodeph, unhinged his jaw to hoover them into his maw and swallow them almost whole before wiping the blades on the feasting cloth draped over his thigh. His jaw gaped in a genuine grin as he replied casually. “With the shuttles.”

 

“Why? What is my female doing?”

 

“Escaping.” Groff had shrugged, then dumped a gallon of mead down his throat, swinging his lower jaw from side to side with satisfaction as the thick bubbling purple liquor burned its way down his throat into his fourth stomach chamber. 

 

“I figure you have got 10 tikk before she sweet-talks that fool cadet of mine into opening the flight atrium and giving her clearance and a shuttle tab.”

 

“Wait. What? For the sake of Fukk…!” Rad mangled the prayer his bride was particularly fond of uttering to one of the Terran deities, swung off his stool and stomped out of the feeding dome, scattering soldiers in his wake.

 

Now he was back. 

With Seph. A cleared level surface beneath him. And a months worth of breeding in his seeding pouch. Hot, leaden, aching for release, swelling behind his mandibles.

 

Groff glanced over at the pair. Grabbing a tray of salted pfodeph up off the stone floor that had somehow miraculously remained unscathed from Rad sweeping arm, he chuckled back at Seph who small eyed him, hissing “Traitor!”

 

“Yooo know what to expect for defiance” Rad snarled in her ear, his throbbing member snaking out unbidden from his mating gape to slide ans lick suggestively over his small Terran’s hearing appendage. It was flushed, like her heaving teats that were barely concealed under her silken barter-mate coverings. Seph shuddered, a breathy moan puffing through her strange, pouty oral opening. She smelled like the seas on his home world, salty and wild. But also like michief, promise and oh so fertile female.

 

Rad’s mind curdled into a haze of white lust when her eyes opened wider as she spied his snub tipped grip-spur extruding between his lower jaws as they lengthened and opened. He watched mesmerised as his silvery mating oils dripped from his jaws, falling slickly onto her throat to run like a dark promise over her skin to drip at her dusky pointed teats and silken cleavage.

 

Rad turned her, and in one fluid movement grappled the soft pillows from the floor, placed them on the cleared feasting table, dumped his bride on top of the cushions, grabbed her arms and tied them with his unused feasting cloth to the table struts.

 

“Not. One. Utterance” he leaned over her, his hot, molten sandalwood breath coasted over her neck before his arm darted forward, grabbing her throat in a gentle but dominant hold.

 

“Out!” He growled suddenly, glaring over his shoulder, the single word falling thick and slurred as his jaw gaped wider.

 

“Come on you blathering fools, you heard our leader. He has a bride to seed” Groff, his trusted second in command took one look at Rad’s glowing silver eyes, nodded sharply in understanding before turning to roughly jostle servers and battalion captains out. The heated heaving pants of Rad and his bride soon were the only sound in the large dome.

 

Rad turned back to his bride, slowly dropping to his knees, He released her throat to grip her thighs and slide them under his lower jaw, which lengthened to hold her in place, his large lower fangs curving along the outside of each hip, a sharp incentive to be still, not to flee, a reminder of him, the predator in control. 

 

His mating venom spilled freely now onto her lower torso and thighs, ramping up her libido as each drop was absorbed into her soft silken skin.  He glanced between her thighs, nostrils flaring, sucking in the moist air laden with her sweet pheromones, noting the slick crystal clear honey that now bathed her strange rosy breed-receptacle which had opened like petals, further driving him insane with lust.

 

He groaned with satisfaction as his grip-spur, also slick with mating venom, slid into place into her forbidden secondary vent, pushing slowly past the puckered opening to further immobilise his prey, his mate. His everything.

 

He dipped forward greedily in response to her moan of desire, biting down, his mating fangs slid into the upper flesh of her swollen mons to pump his dominance venom into her blood stream. He slid his jaw unhinged fully, allowing him to thrust his throbbing, swollen thickly veined mating shaft into her hot, wet vent. His grip on her thighs tightened, a growl of satisfaction rumbling through his chest as her sodden warmth gripped tight his oral shaft.  

 

He had bedded many females during his world conquests, given to the ruling commanders as tribute for defeats. During those ceremonial claimings his multiple mating shafts were deployed either through his inside wrist or pelvic openings. This was the first time and last he vowed, that he had truly mated a female. In the time honoured way of the Ancients. Up close. Face to vent/s. Personal. As personal as one of his kind could get.

 

Seph, his barter bride had wide glazed eyes, but now they were blinking slowly, her body drugged with passion. And her small, pouting oral opening had opened further, the soft pink flushed inner area causing a white hot thought to streak through his mind. ‘Another open receptacle for bed sport. But, another time’ his mind swirled with the forbidden depravity of that thought, tipping him over the edge.

 

HIs eyes rolled back in ecstasy, the silvery light from his internal umbra pulsing under his skin, radiating out of the twin eye orbs in time with his unhurried thrusts. 

 

Beams of umbra white light flared from his eye sockets, alternately roaming across the domed ceiling – ‘like 20th Century Fox search lights’ Seph thought dreamily – before switching to pulse bright then dim.  In the darkened dome Rad’s umbra light turned them into a rapid flickering display, on and off, a tableau of hulking alien commander, his mates legs spread wide, caught on each side of his shoulder saddle as he stroked in and out, filling his flushed mate with unending slick ropes of his breeding seed.

 

Seph moaned in an urgent pulsating release as his invasion became rougher, deeper. Ripping her hands free of the loosely tied bonds, she grabbed the tips of his sensitive bone face plate, slung to the back of his head when not in battle to denote the crown of his status. Screaming in ecstasy, her toes curled into gang signs, writhing whilst Rad became stock still, his frame hardening as if turned to stone.

 

The wetly obscene thrust and withdrawal of his mating shaft was the only sound joining her increasingly impassioned cries…but then, she felt them, slippery dull thuds as a jellied string of pearlised eggs forced their way up and out through the thickened head of his meaty veined ovipositor shaft that now had thrust and breached her cervix to lodge deep in her womb…

 

Rad the Impaler…coming soon to a FB group about Aliens. Probably never…πŸ‘½πŸ˜πŸ˜‚β­οΈπŸ’•

 

With thanks for inspiration (and humble apologies) to Ruby Dixon, Stephanie West , Laurann Dohner, Cynthia Sax, Tiffany Roberts, Susan Trombley Poppy Rhys and all my other favourite alien-human indie authors.

You have ruined me, ladies. Truly ruined me…πŸ˜‚πŸ˜