Alien Konig is sent to Earth to collect human specimen for his planet's research breeding program. He's told that idealistically at least four of siring group and four of the brooding group. Konig is very happy to help his planet. He's a very good alien.

So he finds four siring humans (and how convenient for him that they were in a group together). The brooding humans are a little harder since he's a little pickier. He wants to make sure that he gets good matches. But he's determined and he finds four brooding humans that he thinks will pair well with the sires.

And then he gets some...interesting news.

The program is going to expand to interspecies relations, would Konig mind grabbing another brooding human? They'll still need to find someone of their species willing to participate but-what? Konig you'll do it? Why Konig, who knew you were such a dedicated researcher.

Yes Konig is a very dedicated researcher...He's also a human fucker but his fellow researchers don't need to know that.

So Konig now has the pleasure of looking for a brood human to be his partner in research. He's a bit picky actually. He doesn't want just any brood human, he does have standards. For a second he thinks he's not going to find someone, and then he finds reader.

Reader who seems to be made of all of Konig's fantasies. Like she walked out of one of his dreams. He knows that she has to the one he takes. One quick teleport kidnapping in the middle of the night and everything is all set to go. And reader doesn't even seem to be that scared of him! The hood to cover his face was a great idea. Some species didn't react well to his species facial tentacles or beaks.

Once he's sure she's awake and fully cognizant of what's going on he explains who he is and the mission he's been sent on, and what both their purposes are here. Little does Konig realize that reader is the monster fucker to his human fucker. Really he's such a lucky alien.

He's surprised but very pleased when reader says she'll happily help with research. They spend several Earth evenings discussing human anatomy and mating rituals, Konig making diligent notes and asking what someone might think are invasive questions. Some of them make Reader blush but Konig just thinks it's a pretty look on her and goes to ask about that too. Eventually they get to a point where all the questions he can think of have answers, all that's left is the practicum.

And that's how they end up here. Reader is sat naked in this heavily padded chair, the back set to an angle so she's reclined for it to be comfortable. Each wrist is set in an arm brace, but don't worry Konig makes sure it's not too tight on her. Her ankles are also strapped down, legs spread by what looks like medical stirrups. It looks a little intimidating at first, but Konig goes through so much effort to make sure she's comfortable.

Once she's all set Konig starts from the top, brushing his finger tip against her hairline and over her face, repeating what he thinks the names are. Sometimes reader agrees, or she'll correct him, like when he called her nose a button. The first snag is when he accidentally scratches her cheek with his nail.

He pulls back when she hisses, eyes widening as he sees a small red cut along the curve. He apologizes and goes to get some healing spray. One quick spritz later and it's like the cut is never there. Konig notes that the human flesh is less tough than his own. He's promises to be extra careful as he continues. Reader's lips part when he traces their cupid's bow, and his hood moves with his tentacles in curiosity at the sight of her tongue.

He pushes his finger past her lips to feel the texture of her tongue and he's amazed at how soft it is. He follows the feel of it to the back of reader's throat but pulls his back when he feels her cough. She has to explain what a gag reflex is, and it leads to so many new questions. He learns what the reflex is used for, and is curious to know that not every human has one. He asks what positives can come from such a thing and his interest is piqued when reader says it's a positive during...oral sex? Konig is surprised that humans can reproduce via their mouths.

Reader is blushing again when she explains that humans don't reproduce via their mouths. Konig tilts his head and asks what the point is then. Read explains that it's a way to stimulate and pleasure a partner's sexual organs. Konig is immediately looking between reader's thighs. She wants to close her legs but well...stirrups and bound ankles.

Konig bends down to get a closer look at her cunt, noting how the position of her spread legs cause her lips to open to reveal the rest of her. He notes that there's some shine but decides to ask about it later. Instead, remembering what happened to her cheek, he very carefully traces a finger down one lip. It's fascinating the way it causes her leg muscles to jump.

He asks how a partner is suppose to pleasure her here. He waits as she explains in halting phrases how other humans use their mouths and fingers. He asks if doing such is always pleasurable and she explains that sometimes a partner isn't skilled enough. Konig makes a thoughtful noise as he stares at her cunt. His species doesn't have lips, and he doubts that beaks are particularly pleasant. But his species facial tentacles are rather...dexterous.

He lifts his hood covering enough that a few are revealed and he hears reader squeak. He looks up at her and she's staring at the gentle sway that they do without him thinking to hard about it. She doesn't seem to be so upset about it so...

He rests his hands on her thighs and lean in closer, now operating on feel more than sight. The first swipe of his tentacle makes her jump, he can feel it in his hands and the tip of his tentacle. He gives her a moment before trying it again, gently tracing the shape of her lips and moving inward with each pass. He feels reader moving her hips and pulls back to ask why she's doing so.

He listens intently as she explains, without looking at him now how strange, that his tentacle did feel good, but she was trying to get the touch else where, more inward. In particularly on her clit. Konig looks back at her cunt and notices the little nub towards the top of it, a little puffy and engorged, it does seem to beg his attention. He flicks a tentacle tip against it and is gifted with the sound of reader moaning.

He finds he enjoys the sound. He wants more of it.

He continues the action, trying different speeds and pressure against her clit. He notices that the slow flicks with more pressure makes her whine and squirm her lips again, but the fast ones with the same pressure makes her yelp and pull away. So sensitive her clit seems to be. He eases up the pressure and that seems to please her, moaning again like she did the first time.

As he continues his flicking though Konig notices there's a slickness that's seeping out of her. He pulls back again, stopping his flicking and making reader moan in disappointment. He's torn between asking why she sounds so upset and asking about the slickness. He's so curious though, wants to know if hers is like the kind that their tentacles secrete to keep from drying out.

It's not, she explains in a rush, like she's desperate for something. It's more a lubricant her body makes so it's easier for her to accept a cock for mating. And that catches Konig's attention. Lubricant for mating? He runs a separate tentacle through her wetness and oh, it feels so silky.

For some reason he's struck with the urge to taste it. He brings the tentacle to his beak and takes a hesitant lick of it. Only to discover how divine it tastes. His species can't moan like humans but he hopes the trill that comes from his chest expresses how pleased he is. He wants more of her taste, he craves it.

With a new found urgency his tentacle is back to trace her wetness to it's source, her hole that seems to tighten as soon as one of his tentacles circles the edge of it. Reader's making the same sound she did before when he first flicked her clit, and she's pleading with him, though he isn't really sure what for. But surely if she enjoyed what he's done to her clit, making the same noise means she wants him to continue.

So he does, pushing his tentacle into her cunt and oh, oh this is so new. She's so warm, and wet, and soft. It's nothing like the cloaca of his species. He can already feel his phallus start to push against his vent, and he can only imagine what she would feel like if he used it to fill her instead.

But that can wait for another day.

He's too busy trying to pull more of that natural sweetness from her, tip of his tentacle curving to drag along the walls of her cunt in hopes of rewarding him. It makes her hips jump again, and this time a cry tearing from her lips. Before he can stop though she's begging for the opposite, for him to keep going. Given how her walls are starting to clamp down on his tentacle he can only assume he's doing something right.

So he gives into her pleas and he doesn't stop. He continues the dragging motion of his tentacle, putting more pressure when one particular spot seems to affect her more than the others. The sounds she's making are becoming more high pitched, and it seems like she can't stop herself from begging for more. Silly reader, doesn't she realize Konig is more than happy to give her what she wants?

Between gasps she garbles something about her clit, and Konig takes it as a sign to give it attention again. With a tentacle not busy filling (and honestly deliciously abusing) her cunt, he flicks her clit again and is rewarded with a whine as she clamps down tighter on the tentacle inside of her. It seems she likes when he does that. So he continues to do it, flicking it with the same speed and pressure as he was before. He's glad he learned to be so dexterous with his facial tentacles or else he doesn't know if he'd be able to move the two of them so independently of each other.

Reader is making higher and higher pitched noises more frequently and Konig gets the impression they are working her towards something. Whatever it is, she seems stuck after a few moments, whining and sounding like she is close to crying with the way she is hiccupping. Konig wants to pull away to ask what is wrong but he remembers how fervently she had begged him not to stop earlier. So he doesn't but he suddenly gets an idea. He knows she enjoys him flicking her clit, but what about other clitoral stimuli?

He wraps the tentacle as delicately as he can around her clit, trying not to use too much strength as he squeezes it and gives it pull. It certainly does something. As soon as he was squeezing, reader was screaming, back arching against the exam chair. Konig would have pulled back but the way she squeezes down on the tentacle inside her has Konig wondering if it's actually a good sound.

And then he get's a face full of her wetness. And Konig has found Nirvana. It him just right that he essentially got a beak full, flooding his senses with the taste and smell of her.

It's addicting.

It makes all reason and logic leave his mind.

He's only left with the one raging instinct to do whatever it takes to get more.

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I hope poor reader is in to have her pussy fucking destroyed. Man's gonna be on a sex ban for weeks.

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"Research Log # 593; Now that we've been able to confirm the efficacy of Nikto's translation devices we've been able to communicate with the human more efficiently than with the simple sound board. She has confirm that she is a brooding member of her species, and that she is willing to participate in the Counsel's interspecies breeding proposal. Despite what Krueger says I am not preening over the fact that the human stated she would only participate with myself. It just shows that the human is able to distinguish who is the superior sire." "Log # 595; All lab tests are complete. Human is surprisingly more willing to allow lab draws when we can explain what they are for. Happy to report that so far tests show there should be no danger to either of our species during copulation.

Note; Human does not like being called Human, but her Earth name is not possible for us to pronounce in our language. She has agreed to the alias of Nebula."

"Log # 596; Due to our species faster gestation time, and the fact that we do not bear live young, Nebula as agreed to try carrying a fertilized clutch first. I am eager to see how many eggs she will be able to carry."

"Log # 597; Nebula has told us an interesting fact, after a brooding human's bleeding cycle there is a window where they are extremely fertile and is an ideal time for mating. They call this 'ovulation'. According to Nebula her ovulation period is starting shortly. We will begin copulation experiment point one shortly.

Note; I wonder if this ovulation may explain the rather...hungry looks she has been giving me of late."

Konig wasn't nervous, no matter what Krueger tried to say. Kruger was an idiot who kept getting rejected by Nikto. If anything Konig was...brimming with scientific curiosity. Yes that's what it was. He was going to be making important discoveries. With Nebula.

He could admit that at first he had found her of little interest, simply a spare brood human for their external breeding study incase one failed to thrive. But then they had discovered so many little things that made her interesting, unique. It had become difficult to see her as only a study subject. And there was the fact that she always seemed to prefer Konig to the others.

When she was allowed out of the containment area he was the one she choose to follow around the lab. His protection hood was the ones she stole when Krueger had foolishly let her wander the personal quarters. He was the one she would pull towards her nest of bedding when she wished to have a sleep companion, which seemed to have been most nights.

It was his thigh that she chose to use for her pleasure when the Turlian pods ended up acting like a strong aphrodisiac.

So of course it would make sense for Nebula to choose him to participate in the breeding clinicals with. Besides he was the ideal candidate when compared to Krueger.

With that in mind he tried not to think about how the lab felt a little cooler without his usual protective hood and tunic on. Since they had come to a compromise of only having a recording feed instead of Krueger and Nikto as observers, Konig had decided to undress in the lab, trying to ignore the feel of Nebula's stare as he did so.

He knew she had been curious about his physical form, the number of times he'd felt her hands slide along his chest and abdomen at night, exploring the skin and muscle there was a clear give away. Let alone the number of times he had to pull her hands away from under his protective hood. The last time she had even licked the lubricating mucus from his tentacles off of her fingertips! And this was before they even knew if it was safe for her! Really did human's have any survival instincts?

With a huff he turned to look down at the little human, who was already looking up at him with that same wide eyed curiosity. He wasn't sure what he anticipated her reaction would be, but once again reaching for his tentacles wasn't it.

"Why are you so fascinated by my face?"

Nebula couldn't help but grin as the ear piece Nikto had made relayed Konig's words to her. Before she always had to guess with what his body was saying. And that was hard to tell sometimes with the hood and loose drape he chose to wear.

"Because it's a pretty fascinating face."

Really all of him was fascinating. From his height, to how big and wide he was, not to mention the less than human details. There was the obvious face full of tentacles, all circled around what she assumed was his mouth. They all seemed to move independently of each other and the last time she had tried the sticky substance that seemed to constantly coat them well...She'd had exes who had tasted worse in her mouth.

Then there was his skin. It was so pale he was practically translucent in some spots. One night she had spent hours tracing the veins she could see running up and down his inner arm. Plus it seemed thicker than her own. Almost like rubber but less unpleasant to rub against.

And then there was between his legs. At first glance it looked like Konig lacked anything used for 'mating' as the alien persisted in calling it. Nebula had seen enough penises in her life time to know where they were on a human, but Konig lacked that, and a vagina. Instead it was almost like he was a Ken doll, only instead of being smooth there were two...plates, she'd say for lack of a better word, that met and had a seam down the center. Maybe they'd part to reveal these phalluses Konig had talked about earlier. Like that one movie.

She could feel herself start to get wet at the idea of what could be instore for her.

She must have been staring a little too hard because Konig shuffled his weight awkwardly, drawing her attention away from his vent and back to his face. Even being so pale it seemed that Konig's species didn't blush like human's did. Instead a flush or warming of the face his tentacles fluttered a little more exuberantly, lifting high enough at times to reveal a curved little beak. She probably shouldn't have found that so cute. For all his boasting that he was the superior sire, when it came to actually siring he seemed a little nervous. That was something she could certainly find cute.

"Wouldn't you say I'm a little fascinating too?"

Konig would never admit that he found her intense study of him a little intimidating. Instead he was simply being considerate to wait for her to literally welcome him with open arms, turning around as if to give him an unobstructed view of her body. Which he could admit he fully appreciated.

He stepped into her personal space as she turned to face him, hands coming back down to her sides, fingers tapping against her thighs. Perhaps she was a little nervous as well.

"I would say I am starting to find humans more fascinating...Now tell me, how do most humans start their mating rituals?"

He watched as she tilted her head in consideration, little pink tongue coming to lick her bottom lip.

"Well a good one typically starts with kissing?"

"And that would be?"

"It's when we touch lips, even tongues."

"And it is pleasurable for you?"

"If done properly."

Konig hummed in consideration as he studied the shape of her mouth. It looked so plump and soft compared to his beak. He didn't quite think that she'd enjoyed getting poked with it.

"I do not have lips. I do not know if I would be good at kissing."

"Well...maybe I'll just kiss you then?"

Before he could argue the semantics of it she was touching the closest tentacle to her, bringing it up to purse her lips against the side of it. It certainly wasn't an unpleasant experience. Even if the translator couldn't exactly explain what the trilling from his chest meant, it seemed she got the idea as she continued to pepper kisses along the length of his tentacle, ending at the tip.

It wasn't scientific curiosity that urged him to push past her plush lips. It was the way she stared up at him with dark eyes. And oh he was glad he listened. He couldn't resist exploring more as she opened her jaw, giving him more access. Her tongue was warm and soft, not a texture he was expecting but enjoyed as he slid his tentacle against it. Brushing the tip against the roof of her mouth made her squirm, an airy chuckle leaving her as he pulled back.

"That tickles."

"Does it normally?"

"Don't know. Haven't had a tentacle there before."

That pleased him to hear. That this was new for her, that he was the first.

"I found that version of kissing pleasing."

"I'm glad. I'd be upset to hear I'm a lousy kisser."

Without thinking he was cradling her head between his palms, absentmindedly amazed at how tiny he was compared to him.

"I would like to do it again."

"So kiss me then."

Konig let his curiosity get the better of him, the tip of one tentacle tracing the shape of her lips, pushing and dragging against the lower lip to see how it grave under his force. Again that little pink tongue darted out like it was second nature, only this time also licking over his tentacle. The sensation caused the beginning stirring of his phallus.

He pushed back into her mouth, less exploratory and more simply wanting to enjoy the feeling of her tongue against him. He wasn't expecting the suction around him, cheeks hollowing as it seemed she tried to pull him further into her. With a growl he withdrew, leaning down so he could be closer to her eyes, those sweet alluring eyes of hers.

"Little Nebula, is that also a part of kissing?"

He should have known then from the little smile she gave him, that he was in for unexpected discoveries.

"It's a next step after kissing."

Logically, she should be nervous. If she had any survival instincts she wouldn't have been excited about the restrained strength she could feel in the way Konig held her face. She shouldn't have enjoyed feeling his tentacles tracing along her throat and collar bone. But she did. She could feel her nipples start to tighten as a few wayward tentacle tips drifted further down her chest.

"What else comes after kissing?"

She realized she could take it anywhere, that Konig was allowing her to take more of a lead, to set the pace. Her hands drifted up to hold onto his wrists, just a grounding point as she thought about what it was she wanted next. She wanted to feel his tentacles on more of her body, in a specific space if she was honest. And she wanted to explore more of him.

"Humans have foreplay. All sorts of ways to turn their partner on before they fuck."

"And how would you like me to foreplay you?"

Konig seemed almost distracted as he focused on the tentacles that were exploring the swells of her breasts. He could feel the plush give of her skin, how her nipples seemed softer. He looked down in curiosity as he felt them tighten. The little buds seemed to beg attention and who was he to deny that?

He could feel her nails dig into his wrists as twin tentacles wrapped around each nipple, starting with the lightest squeeze he could manage. He kept adding pressure until he heard her sigh, resting more of her weight into his hands and frame.

"This is a pretty good start."

With her approval he continued his exploration of her breasts and nipples, seeing how hard he could squeeze and pull before she would squirm in discomfort. Whenever he found a limit he'd ease back and brush against the poor flesh in apology, before going back to what seemed to be acceptable pressure or strength. He had to move his hold from her face to her ribs to keep her steady, finding the way she would squirm in his grasp cute. It made him want to explore more parts of her.

"Konig..."

And judging from the way she whined his name, he could only assume that his little human felt the same.

She normally wasn't one to enjoy having her nipples or breasts played with, but knowing that it was Konig that was doing it? That he was paying extra attention to the way she'd react to every way his tentacles touched her? It set her nerves on fire. It also sent her on a desperate need to feel him else where.

Thankfully he didn't keep her waiting when she called for his attention, focus shifting from the back arching movements back to her face. It was intoxicating to have that gaze trained on her.

"Is there something you need little star?"

She didn't care if how eager she seemed as she nodded, taking one of his hands to pull him back towards her bed pile. She wanted a lot.

"Wanna to show some other things to do. And I wanna touch you too."

Konig let her pull him to the nest, but didn't expect the strength she had to push him into it. He didn't loose his breath when he landed on his back, but he did when he looked up at her and watched as she stood over him.

"I am at your mercy then."

She could feel nerves creep up the back of her neck as she joined him, tongue thick as she tripped over her words to explain.

"Sometimes humans can pleasure each other with their mouths at the same time."

That drew a curious noise out of Konig, feeling his own self lubricant start to seep from the slit in his vent.

"And how do they do that?"

"It's called sixty-nineing. Typically one partner is on top of the other and their kind of laid in opposite directions?"

He tilted his head back to look at her as she stood above him, her eyes roaming up and down his form. He would have teased her for it if it wasn't for the fact that his own gaze traveled up her legs and froze when it came to the apex of her thighs. It seemed like human's could also self lubricate.

Only hers looked so much more appealing than his, in his opinion.

"I think I may need a demonstration of this."

She seemed a little in a daze as she nodded, looking back at him once before carefully trying to lower herself to her knees, not wanting to hurt him. Once she was there it was an entirely new world of discovery for Konig.

The way her sex opened to him was almost beautiful. Each lip seemed to call his attention with the way they were puffy, drawing his attention inward. His tentacles were already wrapping around her thighs, crawling upward as he took in the way a small nub above her not cloaca seemed to come out from behind it's hood, like it was saying hello and begging for attention.

"So typically a partner would stimulate your sex with their mouth? Like kissing?"

She sounded a little breathless as she rested her weight on either side of his hips, already feeling herself start to get excited when his tentacles would squeeze her thighs.

"Y-yeah. With their lips and tongue and stuff."

The hum he gave was thoughtful, watching her not cloaca seem to clench in excitement. It was rather cute when it did that.

"Should I treat it like I did your mouth earlier then?"

She couldn't help the moan she gave then, hips pushing back as if to open herself further for him. That was exactly what she wanted him to do.

"Yeah. Yeah. With as many as you can."

The desperation in her voice caught him off guard, but who was he to deny her? She had been so sweet for him. He circled his hands around her thighs, used them as leverage to pull her closer to him so his tentacles could have free range to explore.

It was exactly what she had been wanting since she had realized what had been hiding under his hood. Konig's tentacles felt firm as they pushed through her sex, his natural tackiness giving him a drag that felt good against her clit as her own slick started to make it easier for him to glide against her.

And then she felt the first tentacle push into her.

She didn't care about how loud she moaned as she tried to push back into the feeling. She just wanted to feel more of him fill her. But the grip he had on her thighs was too strong, keeping her immobile and at the mercy of his curiosity.

And curious Konig was. Her own slick felt silky, nothing like the thin lubricant he could make. He wanted to coat every tentacle in it, in her. Rubbing against the little nub he noticed earlier seemed to please her, given how her back arched and the noise she had made as he rubbed his tentacle back and forth over it. But actually having a tentacle enter her? It seemed to give her a new level of pleasure he hadn't anticipated. It gave him a level of pleasure he hadn't anticipated.

The sensation of sliding into her was only as similar to her mouth that it was a warm and wet sensation. But sliding into her sex, her...cunt as she had called it once? It was better. She was so soft and as soon as he was moving she was clamping around his tentacle, squeezing around him in a way that her earlier action couldn't compare. Plus it made more of that tempting slick of hers.

As he penetrated her over and over again with his tentacle, slowly as to savor every feeling, he let himself explore, pressing the tip of it against all of her walls with each pass. It thrilled him to feel how she expanded around him. He could see why she had said to use as many tentacles as he could fit, and he would try it, but the back of his mind made him wonder if she was capable of more than one clutch.

But that was getting a head of himself.

She knew she was suppose to be returning the attention that Konig was giving her, that it was the point of sixty-nineing, but she honestly didn't know if she could do much more than lean her head against his hip and moan.

He had followed her please so wonderfully, stuffing one and then another tentacle into her. The stretch was so good, maybe almost painful, but it was the way that his tentacles filled her that was making her wetter. It was like they were taking all the space inside of her so they had no choice but to press and rub against every spot that lit up her nervous system like fireworks.

A third one started to push it's way in, fighting to take what little space was left and she was sure she was going to loose her mind. At least he had been consistent on her clit. She didn't know if she would have survived with her sanity if he chose to explore it with the same voracity.

In an attempted to try to be a good partner, a good mate, she ran her hand along his hip, using the feel of his skin to tell when she had found his vent. It was a little rougher to the touch, ribbed in a way that would make her curious about later. She could feel the growl Konig made in his chest as she rubbed her hand along the slit, surprised to feel it also be wet.

She brought her fingertips to her lips quickly, stealing a taste before Konig could distract her with a particularly cruel flick. Just like everything else she had tasted from him, it was something she found pleasant, something she'd want to try to have more of...but later.

Konig seemed to get the idea of alternated thrusting of his tentacles because it rocked her for a moment, making her whimper and dig her nails into his inner thighs to stay grounded. She refused to be distracted.

Gulping for breath she went back to what she had been exploring earlier, rubbing her fingers along the seam of his vent. She treated it like she would her own cunt, trying different pressures of her fingertips to see what would make him wetter, what would part him for her.

A purring sound started to fill the next as Konig allowed himself to enjoy her touch and ministrations. He could feel himself relaxing, tentacles becoming a little lazy as his vent started to open, readying for his phalluses to make their appearance.

He must have been feeling good because his grip on her thighs relaxed and it allowed her a little leeway to pull herself up further to actually come face to face with his vent. She wouldn't say it was the prettiest cunt she had ever seen, but it was probably the prettiest alien non cunt. She couldn't see Konig's phalluses yet, instead the inside of his vent being filled with these bud like nubs. It was almost like seeing dozen's of little pale blue clits.

And she knew what to do with clits, regardless of color.

Gathering saliva in her mouth she leaned down quick to drag her tongue along his vent from top to bottom in one long, slow pull.

Konig had not been ready for the pleasure that exploded behind his eyes. With a roar he grabbed her hips and pulled her back, simply wanting to stop the immediate onslaught of overstimulation. Only he also pulled her back onto his tentacles. Hard.

The orgasm that caught her was quick and blinding. She hadn't been prepared to suddenly be so full of his tentacles, or for them to suddenly writher inside of her like they were all independently trying to press as hard as they could into every pleasure spot. And maybe she could have resisted that, but the tentacle that had been rubbing her clit had suddenly wrapped around it and squeezed? It was over for her.

It was so much. It was practically dizzying the way his phalluses sprung from his vent, both spilling copious amounts of lubricant. Konig was still reeling from the pleasure, but then to hear her shout as she did, and to suddenly rain her slick down on him? To have it fill his beak and slide down his throat? Overwhelming wouldn't begin to explain it.

It was as if something switched within him. Something that told him that he needed to breed this human as many times as it took. To fill her over and over again. To fuck her until they both lost sense of who they were.

If the orgasm was dizzying, having Konig pull out and start flipping her around until she was under him? It left her spinning. She couldn't help the whimper that escaped at suddenly being so empty, cunt still pulsing in pleasure. She was practically teary eyed as she looked up at her alien, who loomed over her, eyes like a predator ready to devour her.

"I am sorry little star, but I do not think I can withstand more foreplay. I need to mate with you, to breed you until you are so full of my clutches there's no way they won't take."

He came in closer with every word he uttered, hands already grabbing her knees and pulling her down to where the head of his phalluses glided against her cunt.

Unable to speak she nodded desperately, reaching up to wrap her arms under his and cling to his back.

The only thing he needed to apologize was the fact he wasn't fucking her that moment.

With a nearly sub level growl Konig thrusted as deeply into her as he could, both of them groaning at the feeling of his cocks pushing past her walls to make room for him.

It was deep, and hard, and intense.

Konig fucked her like he was trying to carve the shape of himself into her, make a permanent space for him so she'd never be able to forget the way she was claimed.

She felt like she couldn't breath. She couldn't see what was happening below but she could feel it. Konig's buds had unfurred to reveal dozen of little suckers that attached to her sex and thighs, instantly starting a hard suction that left her shaking. Together he was just thicker than his tentacles before, but softer at the tip. It didn't hurt when one head would crash against her cervix, instead it let her feel how the firmer head forced her to feel every push and rub against her G-spot.

Even as her next orgasm crashed through her Konig didn't stop. Instead he just loomed closer, tentacles exploring her mouth, her throat, her chest. Konig was making sure that the only thing she would be able to see, feel or think about was him.

She had no idea how long it kept like that, just that every time she came he showed no sign in stopping. She had lost her sanity by the time she found her words, pleading and begging because she only had one thing on her mind.

"Breed me breed me breed me breed me please please please please need it need it need it."

Oh what a sweet mate Konig had. Begging for his clutch like that. Of course he'd give it to her. He'd give it as many times as he could. It was like his body was at her command, his insemination phallus molded itself to her cervix as his cum started to pour out; hot and thick, forcing its way deep into her womb.

She moaned, deep in her chest as she felt him start to fill her. It was so much deeper than anyone had ever reached before. Her body was practically too weak to cum again, but it still gave a valiant effort to pulse around him like it was trying to encourage every drop.

She would have gotten it one way or another, and by the time he was done she felt a fullness so deep in her she didn't know if she could ever live without the sensation again.

But it wasn't over.

Just as she was starting to relax she felt something bulge against the rim of her poor abused cunt. She tried to run away from it, she did. There was no way she could survive more. But Konig wouldn't let her. With an iron grip around her hips he pulled her back onto his cocks, just as the first few eggs were passing through his oviphallus to settle into her cunt.

He cooed at the way she cried a little, gentle tentacles wiping away the tears.

"There there little Nebula...we have to make sure we give you as many clutches as you can take. Be a good mate it for me."

She was practically in a daze by the time Konig seemed to take mercy on her. Seemed because he simply slowly fucked himself out of her. Each thrust would jostle a soft, jelly like egg that would press against her walls and cause a strike of pleasure to hit her.

She whimpered, a sad little sound of over stimulation and he again was there to reassure her.

"Just creating a plug little star. Can't have our precious clutch come spilling out now."

And true to his word by the time he pulled out of her cunt he'd made the perfect plug with his lubricant, secure enough that not a single drop of his cum or egg would escape.

Once he was sure their clutch was safe he gathered his Nebula in his arms, letting her curl into his side. She looked so cute already so full her stomach already rounding a little. He was so very pleased by she had decided he was the best suitable sire.

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