An Alien World

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Lt. Jamie Robertson had long since decided that she wouldn't remain cooped up on the spaceship Titan while the rest of her crew mates were out having all the fun exploring the alien planets surface. Inside her private quarters she had stripped out of her standard uniform, but decided to leave on her underwear. The busty young lieutenant opened up her closet and pulled out her skin-tight flight suit. The blue spandex outfit had been designed with her body composition in mind, but it still felt like it was one size too short. Either way she slipped her legs inside first, pulling the suit up her body where it would automatically conform to the rest of her. The suit had been designed by some of the brightest scientists in the world, acting almost like a sentient being as it came to a close around her neck.

Jamie reached back into her closet and pulled out her helmet, which she kept cradled under her arm as she left her room and walked over to one of the teleportation device located deep within the ship itself. Stepping onto the appropriate platform, Jamie put her helmet on and closed the visor over her eyes. She could see just as well as before, only her peripheral vision was somewhat limited. That didn't really bother her, though, as her helmets sensors were more than capable of detecting everything around her.

Pushing a few buttons, Jamie was instantly brought down to the planets surface in a bright flash of light. The bright sun overhead made things easy for the young lieutenant to see, and Jamie took a quick glance around her. Walking away from where she had beamed down, Jamie encountered only dense woods and knee-high vegetation. She felt rather exposed walking around on her own, but so far she had yet to find any sign of intelligent life. The atmospheric readings were pretty normal to that of Earth, so Jamie began wondering if it was safe enough to risk taking her helmet off.

Deciding that it was worth the risk finding out, Jamie unfastened her helmet and she immediately breathed in a gulp of fresh air.

"Excellent," she said with a smile as her golden-blond hair cascaded down her back. Jamie moved further on into the dense vegetation that seemed to make up the bulk of the area, though the woods were filled with twists and turned that made her head spin. At some point Jamie noticed that her sensors had gone haywire, and she suspected that there was something on the planets surface that was messing with it. She had been too busy trying to fix her scanners to notice that something akin to a thick green vine had snaked its way around her ankle, wrapping itself tight.

"Damn... piece of shit. Work!" Jamie cursed before finally giving up. She tried to take a step forward, but one of her legs was pinned down.

"What the?"

Jamie saw the tentacle wrapped snuggly around her leg, and a look of surprise rather than fear crept over her face. She tried tugging her leg to see if she could loosen its grip, but it seemed that the harder she tried to pull away the tighter its grip became. Jamie looked around to see if she could discern the location of where the strange object came from, and her eyes eventually fell on a strange looking plant only twenty feet away from where she had been standing. Several other snaky appendages seemed to be moving along the forest floor towards her, moving over rocks and roots as if they knew what they were seeking.

There was a surprising deliberateness to their movements, and panic soon set in. She yelled out in surprise and fear as another tentacle wrapped itself around her other leg, snaking its way around her ankle and keeping her in place. Jamie bent down and tried to use her hands to pry them off, but two more tentacles quickly wrapped themselves around her wrist, and they lifted her back up.

"NO! Let me go!"

They either couldn't hear her pleas or they simply refused to listen, and two more tentacles soon made their way up her body and around her stomach to criss-cross around her large breasts like some makeshift alien bra. The tentacles seemed to have no problem lifting her up off the ground a few feet, and her arms had been forced up and over her head.

This was insane... and for a few moments Jamie wished that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. Yet out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw something a bit larger than the tentacles moving, and sure enough the strange plant she had located just minutes earlier seemed to be inching towards her. Her face quickly became flushed with embarrassment as the tentacles around her breasts began moving back and forth, molesting her through the spandex suit she was wearing. An additional tentacle seemed to be pressing up against her pussy, though the suit she had on had so far resisted its attempts to break through. But even so, the notion that it was trying to get inside her was terrifying in itself.

By now the plant itself was only a few feet away from her, but it had ceased moving forward. The tentacles already wrapped around her continued to rub themselves back and forth against her, and Jamie's body began to react to their stimulation. The plant, obviously aware of her sensitivity, issued yet another tentacle from within its body. This one seemed to have a sharpness to it, and its only purpose seemed to be to rid Jamie of the protective suit she was wearing. With horror in her eyes she was forced to watch as the spandex outfit she was wearing was reduced to shreds, leaving her completely naked.

The tentacles around her breasts resumed their movements, though parts of them seemed to latch on to her sensitive nipples, and she felt as if they were trying to milk her. Her cries were reduced to whimpered moans, as her body was betraying her defiance. Tears had formed by her eyes, and they slid down her soft cheeks when she couldn't hold them back anymore. Her blue eyes opened up wide with fear as the tentacle near her pussy suddenly impaled itself inside her, and Jamie cried out in more pain than pleasure as it moved in and out of her. Her entire body, held up by two strong tentacles, was forced to move up and down against the one lodged inside her cunt, and it soon began to fuck her over and over.

Jamie had closed her eyes shut even as tears continued to stream down her face, though she opened them again when she felt something press up against her lips. One of the tentacles was trying to push its way inside her mouth, though Jamie refused to allow it passage. A smaller vine came up and clamped her nose shut, and Jamie was once again forced to realize just how cunning this life form was. Eventually her need to breathe forced her mouth to open wide, and the sinister tentacle, having waited patiently for the right moment, quickly thrust its way inside. The small little vine attached to her nose soon let go, forcing Jamie to obtain her precious air through her nostrils rather than through her mouth.

Faster and faster each tentacle moved inside her, and after a while Jamie pretty much gave up on the will to fight it. She was still aware of everything that was happening to her, and she was forced to watch as each tentacle began moving faster inside her, each one growing thicker until it began cumming. Hot alien seed traveled from the main body, down through the tentacles and then finally right inside her wet holes. Hot fluid filled her mouth completely, and Jamie was forced to swallow every bit of it before the tentacle would remove itself from her mouth. Wave after wave of seed continued to pour into her already-drenched pussy, yet some still managed to leak out through her lips before spilling out onto the forest floor below.

After a while Jamie was set back down on the ground, sprawled out from the exhaustion of being raped. Every so often she would twitch as cum oozed out from her pussy, and the sheer amount formed a tiny puddle that she was forced to sit in. Her breathing was ragged and heavy, and her large breasts rose up and down on her chest as she struggled not to pass out. She coughed up what she imagined was some of the seed that had been forced down her throat, and she felt so tired afterward.

If she had thought that had been the end of the affair, Jamie was sorely disappointed when more tentacles began assailing her body. Her body simply accepted the abuse, and her eyes showed nothing but emptiness as her body was used again and again. More cum was dumped inside her, though a few tentacles took pleasure in spraying her body with their hot seed, coating her large tits, face, stomach and legs with their juices. After they had finished, the pool of cum she had initially been laying in had grown much bigger now that her pussy was filled to capacity; unable to hold anymore inside her. Her mouth had been fucked relentlessly, and she must have swallowed what seemed like gallons of their cum. Swallowed enough that her belly felt like it would explode if any more was forced inside it.

Her eyes, misty from all her crying, watched as the thing that had raped her again and again began retreating into the forest.

Tired and spent, Jamie began slipping in and out of consciousness before she thought she saw what looked like a pair of human legs run towards her. She couldn't exactly tell who they belonged to, but she honestly didn't care.

They had been too late in saving her... and in the back of her mind she hated all of them...

Finally she passed out as a pair of strong arms hoisted her naked body up off the ground before carrying her back towards the ship.

Solus leaned his back against the thick trunk of the ancient tree on which he was perched, high above the small group of odd, pink-skinned creatures that were exploring their way through the jungle. He had been following the inhabitants of the mysterious metallic craft for almost a week, ever since they arrived on the planet's surface. The leaders of his tribe had tasked him with supervising the newcomers at all times, which proved to be a far less engaging task than Solus had anticipated; unlike him, these beings appeared to need large amounts of time each day for eating and resting. Although Solus also needed to rest and replenish his energy as well, he was capable of regenerating a large amount of his strength by merging with the plant life that surrounded him, a fairly effortless process that still allowed him to focus most of his conscious mind on the explorers.

This day so far had proven to be no different than any of the previous ones. The strangers departed their craft in the morning, donned in some sort of clothing that was essentially skin-tight. Although Solus did not understand their language, it was clear to him that one of the beings was the distinct leader. From his observations, he had concluded that these creatures were not too different anatomically from the natural Antolan form. They were bipedal with two clear sexes, both of which were distinguished by anatomical features similar to those of Antolans. The sex that Solus determined to be female was most distinctly indicated by the presence of breasts, which Antolan females also possessed. Although Solus did not have any opportunities to observe the reproductive behavior of the strangers, he had noted that the males appeared to have some sort of appendage between their legs that was, visually at least, similar to the male Antolan reproductive organ. The strangers' version also had a secondary function, the excretion of some sort of bodily fluid; Solus had observed this function on a few scattered occasions.

Solus was regenerating, drawing a steady stream of nourishment and energy from the tree that formed his perch, when he noticed that the strangers were seemingly agitated. Their voices had risen in volume and their gestures and movements were increasingly frantic. They split off into smaller groups, mostly branching off into the periphery of the jungle. One group, however, began to trek deeper into the thicker growth. Disentangling himself from the tree, Solus re-formed his arms and legs into their natural form and followed the group that was delving into the heart of the jungle. He was fully aware of the dangers and pitfalls that awaited, but the strangers surely did not.

Racing across the upper canopy of branches, Solus quickly overtook the small band of explorers as the increasingly dense growth slowed them down. As he plunged deeper into the jungle, he could sense the growing agitation that coursed through the rudimentary minds of some of the more advanced plant life; something had invaded the natural balance, and the more developed life forms of the jungle were responding. Solus could only hope that no great harm had befallen any of the foreigners. He had no idea yet what sort of retaliation the strangers might unleash upon the world if one of their own had been hurt or killed.

Eventually, the layers of growth became so sick that Solus was forced to descend from the upper levels of the jungle to see what was on the ground below him. Allowing his forearms to split apart into pre-hensile tendrils, he descended rapidly through the branches until he caught sight of movement below him. It was slow and deliberate, but years of experience with the jungle made it easy for Solus to recognize the large creeper plant, albeit it a relatively young specimen based on its size, as it crawled across the jungle floor. Apprehension gripped him as he watched the plant propel itself through the smaller growth, its vine-like tentacles pushing and pulling it along the ground.

Of all the life in the jungle that still qualified as flora, the creeper possessed the greatest measure of intelligence; one might almost say that it was self-aware. However, like most of the other plants with any measure of awareness, the creeper's mind was primitive and predatory, driven only by base instincts: hunger, fear, self-preservation. Unlike some of the other plants, however, the creeper was also motivated by an additional instinct: desire, for lack of a better word. Over the generations, Antolans venturing too deep into the forests had been attacked by creepers, their bodies violated and abused by the plant until the creeper's unrestrained urges were satiated or the victim's body died, no longer capable of enduring the strain of being forced to take in the plant's seemingly endless supply of reproductive fluid.

Although he knew that going near the creeper would put him at risk, Solus needed to know whether this particular plant had attacked, or worse, violated one of the foreigners. Even amongst the species that had inhabited the jungles for eons, the creeper's seed could cause a myriad of biological effects, ranging from temporary illness to toxic shock. Many of the planet's native species had evolved defenses, but Solus could only surmise that the newcomers had no such natural resistance. If one of their party had been subjected to the creeper's assault, he needed to know immediately.

Dropping down to the floor of the jungle, Solus positioned himself in the creeper's path. Almost immediately, the plant's leading tendrils responded to his presence, snaking along the ground in his direction with remarkable speed. As the first tentacles coiled themselves around his ankles, Solus branched his legs out into tendrils of his own, twisting and wrapping himself around the plant's appendages. More and more of the creeper's vines overtook his body, until eventually he and the plant were an indistinguishable mass of tentacles. To protect himself from the plant's attacks, at least while he could focus on manipulating his own form, Solus sealed his body's natural openings while he merged himself with the plant. He could feel the plant's primitive mind spilling into his, overwhelming him with the plant's basic emotions even as its tendrils poked and prodded at what remained of his native form, searching for an opening.

Tell me what you have seen, Solus repeated in his mind over and over again, imposing his own will on the savage mind of the creeper. The plant's intellect was scattered and unorganized, an unsequenced collection of the plant's experiences. Solus held back insanity as images of plants, animals, and Antolans falling prey to the creeper's crude sexual desires barraged his mind's eye, until finally he saw exactly what he had feared: one of the pink-skinned explorers, a female, entangled in creeper's vines as the plant ripped her clothing to shreds, fondling her firm, tight body in its tentacles while penetrating her mouth and her vagina, filling her with an endless stream of its seed. Worse yet, Solus could feel himself reacting to the memories of the perverse physical pleasure that the creeper derived from its rape of the poor woman; his own self-control began to waver as enjoyment coursed between the plant's mind and his.

Release me now! he willed, already sensing that his control over his shapeshifting was failing, the tendrils emanating from his legs forming back into their natural state. Release me!

After several more repetitions of the command, Solus felt the creeper's vines disentangling from his body. As soon as he had enough freedom to tear himself free of the plant's grip, Solus shot up a tendril toward the nearest tree branch, pulling himself away from the ground and up into the safety of the higher growth. After regaining his full natural form, high above the ground, he set off in the direction from which the creeper plant had come.

It was not long before he saw the naked, fair-skinned form of the young woman, lying in the dirt and underbrush below him. Her body was bruised and dirty, but she seemed to be alive and partly conscious. Solus didn't see any additional creepers or other predators in the immediate area, but he knew he couldn't leave her on the jungle floor while her people fought their way through the brush. Worse yet, if they advanced farther into the jungle than necessary, they might even fall prey to the same creeper that had attacked her. Mustering the strength and focus to dissolve his body into its constituent tendrils, Solus slowly shifted his form, mimicking the appearance of the foreigners: tanned skin, blue eyes, thick brown hair. He wasn't sure that his rendition of their form was perfect, but it would do well enough to allow him to get close to the half-conscious woman lying on the forest floor.

Dropping down to the ground once more, Solus ran toward where the young woman lay curled up. He would be unable to travel along the trees with her in tow, but he knew he needed to move her. He lifted her up in his arms and set out on foot, back in the direction of her people.

The Nightmare

Everywhere Jamie looked she found those creeping tentacles, and they all seemed to radiate with a foul energy. They were searching for her... they wanted to taste her again. Suddenly her dark nightmare became even darker, and the young lieutenant found her clothes had magically vanished. Her arms tried to cover her large breasts and her she closed her legs together, but for all her attempts at covering herself up she might as well have been wearing saran wrap.

The tentacles twisted about her, and they forced her arms and legs wide apart.

"NO!" Jamie tried to scream, but she found her voice had gone missing.

This can't be happening... this isn't real...

Two snakey vines had crawled up over her stomach to wrap themselves around her large breasts, kneading them together before latching onto her sensitive nipples. Her face became flushed with embarrassment, and she tried to look away. Her eyes, however, became fixated on one tentacle in particular, and she watched with horror as it approached her fertile pussy.

No... please no...

The tentacle launched itself forward, and the instant it entered inside her Jamie woke up with a start.

"NO!" Jamie cried out, at first unaware that she was no longer dreaming. It took her a second to realize that she was no longer being sexually assaulted by the tentacles. In fact... it took her a few moments to realize where she was.

She was on the ship... but how?

After retrieving the assaulted foreigner from the heart of the jungle, Solus carried the young woman through the dense underbrush as quickly as he could while still being careful. He knew she was not out of danger yet, and since he was unable to easily climb into the trees while he carried her, he was at risk as well.

"Can you hear me?" he asked in his native tongue. "I do not intend you any harm."

He knew the poor woman would not understand a word he said, but still he had to try. She had a much better chance of resisting whatever unknown side-effects the creeper's seed would trigger in her body if he could keep her conscious. Still, despite his best efforts, he could tell that exhaustion, exposure, and physical and emotional trauma were setting in. Soon, she was no longer slipping in and out of consciousness, but completely passed out.

Though he didn't wish to stop moving, Solus knew that he needed to find some way to help the young woman. He carried her deeper into the brush, away from the path he had seen the creeper plant traveling prior to his earlier encounter. He set her down on the thick bed of leaves that lined the forest floor, taking a moment to look around him. Certain of the plants in the jungle had natural secretions that seemed able to neutralize or at least mitigate the creeper's seed, but such plants were few and far in between. As he scanned the shadowy jungle around him, he grabbed a nearby vine and tore off a small segment; the least he could do for the young woman was provide her with water.

He held the freshly broken end of the vine over the woman's lips, chapped and caked with dried remnants of the creeper's unsolicited ejaculate. A few droplets of water dripped out of the broken vine; it wasn't much, but the girl was probably in no shape to drink heavily anyway. A bit of the water trickled down from the corner of her mouth onto her neck. As he wiped the moisture away with one finger, Solus was surprised to suddenly experience a vivid memory of the girl's soft skin, pulsating with warmth. It was not a memory of the way she felt in his arms as he carried her, nor of the way her skin felt to his finger at that moment. It was different, a memory that made him desire to feel her more. He fought back the strange urge; this woman was a guest on his world, in this jungle, and more importantly, she was helpless and under his care.

Much to his dismay, Solus was unable to locate any medicinal plants in their immediate vicinity. He would have to keep an eye out for them as he carried the woman toward her comrades. After what seemed like an unbelievably long trek on foot, he heard the sound of voices speaking the unknown language of the visitors. He set the young woman down on the ground, staying at her side until the last possible moment to ensure her safety. As the first of her expedition came into his view, he morphed back into his natural form, slinking back into the underbrush to avoid being seen. The foreigners quickly gathered around their fallen colleague and carried her off in the direction of their craft. Solus followed them, but at a distance. Whatever effects the creeper's seed would have on her body, it would be up to them to treat her.

"How is she?"

"I've managed to neutralize the toxins in her system, but I can't say what sort of mental state she'll be in once she wakes up. She's a fighter, Commander, But I don't know if... I just don't know."

Commander William Douglass sighed heavily as his eyes remained locked on the unconscious woman in front of him, and he silently cursed himself for not being there when she needed him. Though he had told her to remain on the ship, Will knew Jamie enough to know that she wouldn't willingly stay cooped up for long. She had always been a rather loose cannon, smart but unpredictable. If only she had waited just an hour more...

The young commander of the Starship Titan reached his hand out and softly caressed her golden tresses, parting a few strands away from her face so that he could look her over. Even asleep she was a beautiful woman.

It didn't seem fair... what sort of... fiend would do this to her?

I'll find who did this to you, Jamie. I'll make them pay

His chief medical examiner had reported that the alien seed still trapped in her body contained dangerous chemicals that would most likely have killed the poor girl had they not been neutralized, or at least left her in such a catatonic state that life itself would have been meaningless. Perhaps there could have been other side effects, but Will wasn't willing to find out what they might be.

"You let me know when she wakes up," William said before he pulled himself away from the bed. It pained him to see Jamie like that, but he couldn't let his feelings for the young lieutenant get in the way of his responsibilities.

He still had a ship to run.

And a demon to catch.

It wasn't long after William left that Jamie finally awoke with a start, and she quickly shot up from the bed having pushed through her awful nightmare to realize that she was no longer out in the jungle. Strong hands suddenly clasped onto her shoulders, and through her tears Jamie could barely make out the aged but comforting face of the ships doctor.

"Shhh, shhh. Calm down, Jamie. You're okay. You're alright," Doctor Isaac said in as comforting a voice as he could muster. The blond patient almost lost her cool again, but after a little while she had managed to calm herself down a bit. She was safe now.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Jamie felt cold and ashamed. Violated... fragmented. A few more tears slid down her cheek, but they were quickly wiped away when Isaac fetched a soft tissue for her.

"Jamie... Jamie?"

Doctor Isaac looked the girl over, but it appeared that she had passed out again. With a sigh he moved away from the table and walked over to the comm system.

"Please have Commander Douglass report to the sickbay."

Hours whittled away slowly as daylight turned to dusk. Solus remained nearly motionless at his usual perch in the trees, watching the activity down near the metallic craft. For the most part, things appeared to be proceeding as usual, despite the incident involving the young female. The strangers were disciplined, if nothing else. Still, despite their stoic effort to adhere to their usual routines, Solus sensed a new amount of tension in all of the pink-skinned foreigners. Their movements were snappier, and all of them seemed quicker to jump at every slightest sound emanating from the jungle around them. Not that he blamed them -- after the way the creeper had left their crewmate on the jungle floor, he would have been nervous too.

Solus wished he knew what had become of the fair young woman. He had no doubt that at least some of the words exchanged between the foreigners stationed outside their vessel involved her, but his grasp of their language was too rudimentary from his limited observation of them for him to understand most of what was being said. So far, he'd only had some success determining that some of the words they used were a form of title or rank, and that it was customary for the strangers to address one another by that title or rank.

As night fell on the canopy of trees, Solus found himself succumbing to exhaustion. He normally did not need to exert himself nearly as much as he had done during that day. Had he been in his village, among the safety of his own people, he probably would have allowed himself to sleep, as he preferred the resting mode of his animal ancestors to the use of his more plantlike heritage to draw strength from the natural world around him. It was not that the latter was more difficult, necessarily, but he preferred the solitude of his own mind and dreams over connecting himself with the sometimes discordant heart of the plant life surrounding him.

Still, his task was to observe the newcomers to his world to determine if they posed a threat to his kind. And, after the days events, he might also need to determine if the jungle posed a threat to the newcomers, as well. That ruled out sleeping as an option, so he pressed his palm against the great trunk of the tree, letting his hand dissolve into separate tendrils, slipping into the cracks and crevices in the bark. He melded deeper and deeper with the tree until he could feel its pulse -- not a pulse like that generated by the heart within his chest, but there was no other suitable word to describe the rhythm of life that echoed throughout the plants. This particular tree's pulse was steady, calming... but Solus knew that such a thing was the exception, not the rule, in the jungle.

Even though he was steadily recuperating his strength, Solus began to nod off as the foreigners retired to the interior of their craft as night fell. Without anyone to directly occupy his attention, sleep crept over him quickly. But it was not a peaceful sleep, and had he been able to, he would have gladly passed over the "solitude" of his dreams.

He was walking through the jungle floor, deep in the heart of the trees, where the sunlight barely penetrated the top layers of the canopy. His senses were alert, but he did not know exactly what it was he was seeking... only that he was seeking something. As he moved along through the shade, something out of the ordinary caught his attention. It was a flash of color -- not the earthy browns and verdant greens so common in the jungle, but a brilliant blue, like the sky far above the canopy of leaves. It was a color that no animal common to the jungle bore; natural selection had made sure of that. But yet it was no plant... he had to move closer, get a better look. As he drew nearer, he saw that the streak of color was indeed coming from some sort of animal -- at least, it bore no plant characteristics whatsoever. A new wave of color teased his sight, this time a shimmering golden wave, tumbling from the creature's head. He examined its anatomy, concluding that it was female; its body was shaped much like that of the female Antolans of the planet, but with curves far more distinct. Something inside of him wanted to feel those curves, to explore them with his own sense of touch. He hungered for it.

And so he reached out, slithering across the jungle floor with a single vine. He caught the female by her ankle, constricting around her lower leg like a snake trapping its prey. She struggled against his grip. Even through the small amount of contact, he could feel the warmth emanating from her body, through the strange blue skin that adhered to most of her. The blue skin itself seemed cold, dead... it lacked the pulsing of life that coursed through the rest of her body. Still, the promise of warmth life within made him want more. Another vine shot out from him, coiling around her other leg. This one climbed higher, past her knee, up along her thigh. As it did, he could feel even more life emanating from her. He launched two more tendrils, this time climbing up her body, crossing underneath her breasts. They were large, shapely... larger than any Antolan female he had ever taken. He had always taken great pleasure in fondling the naked breasts of the Antolan women, and none had ever come close to rivaling the curves on this curious specimen. He needed to feel those large mounds...

And so he did. The two vines circling her body continued upward, crossing over her breasts, trapping her magnificent orbs in a web. He felt his body surge to life at the feel of her soft flesh, the way it molded into his grip as he tightened his hold on her. Two more vines shot forth, trapping her wrists, lifting her arms above her head. The motion caused her back to arch, pressing her breasts into the criss-cross of tentacles. Her breasts too were covered by the strange artificial blue skin, and he'd had just enough of it keeping him from what he really wanted. He unleashed another tendril, this one with a thorny barb on its end. The young female reacted with fear at the sight of it, but his desire for her was too much. And the reactions of the Antolan women he had taken had never stopped him before. With deliberate slashing movements, he began tearing at the blue covering. To his pleasure, it tore apart rather quickly, soon leaving the woman completely bare.

Yes, this was what he wanted. Her skin was warm, welcoming. The very feel of it brought a shudder of pleasure through his body. She would be perfect. No longer able to keep his distance, he walked closer to the nude young woman, whom he had suspended in mid-air with the aid of his vine-like appendages. The very feel of her was causing him unspeakable arousal, and he began spreading her limbs, searching... yes. Yes, she possessed what he was searching for. Despite the significant difference in color between her and the Antolans, she was not that different at all from the females he had known.

He unleashed another tendril in her direction, but this one was meant for more than just a tactile exploration of her smooth, warm exterior. He knew where he could find a greater warmth, one that would bring him even more pleasure. He tightened his hold on her as he neared her, and was pleasantly surprised at her reaction when he gripped her ample breasts. The Antolans had never acted out in pleasure when he applied greater pleasure to theirs, but this curious creature seemed to actually enjoy that part. He purposely grazed one of the stiff, fleshy peaks capping her breasts. Sure enough, her cries of fear became tinged with the slightest hint of enjoyment. Perhaps he could use that.

He began to focus his attention on her breasts, eliciting a few more whimpers from her as he distracted her from the tendril he was positioning between her legs. By the time her eyes widened in realization, he was already in motion. Her core was just as he had expected -- hot and smooth... and tantalizingly pleasurable. The sensations surged through his lengthy tendril back into his body. Although her walls were naturally moist, he facilitated his passage deeper into her by secreting a small amount of fluid. Her walls became slick and soft, and he began to thrust into her, the sheer pleasure of the sensation driving him onward. He forced another of his appendages past her soft lips and into her mouth, finding that orifice to be just as pleasurably warm and wet. He settled into a frenzied pace as the pleasure and enjoyment overtook him, and he knew he would soon unleash his seed into this lovely creature. But it did not matter, for she would have no escape, and he could easily have her again.

And he did. He felt himself burst inside of her, spilling torrent after torrent of his reproductive fluid into her until it spilled from between her legs and her lips. He freed her from his grip for long enough to regain his strength after the disorienting ecstasy of his release, knowing that she would not be able to travel far after being taken by him. And when he was ready, he returned to her, filling her orifices yet again with his seed.

Solus awoke with a start. His heart was pounding and his breathing was rapid. Perhaps more troubling to him, his penis was completely erect and his skin was coated with a thin layer of secretions from his body, secretions which he knew were a precursor to Antolan mating, only released in a state of extreme arousal.

His dream had been so vivid, he knew it was not something his mind simply conjured in the recesses of his subconscious. It was something that had actually happened, but how? He had been beside the alien craft almost all day, save for the time he was in the jungle to rescue the young woman. The only explanation he could think of was that when his mind had touched the mind of the creeper, some part of the creeper's perceptions had been left with him.

But that did not explain why, even after regaining his conscious control, his desire for the pink-skinned woman continued to rage...